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izuku letting katsuki fuck his girlfriend â.á mdni á threesome, unprotected p in v, creampie, brief cum play, lots of praise from izuku in the cuck chair
your cheek's pressed into the sheets, hands fisting in the fabric as katsuki fucks into you from behind. low grunts under his breath, jaw tight, pace relentless. his hands are rough on your hips, dragging you back into each thrust, hard enough so you feel every inch, every grind, every low, deep press of his cock as he fucks into that same aching spot over and over again.
izuku's curled close, lying on his side just... watching. one hand resting light on your thigh, the other tucked under his head, soft eyes flicking between your face and down to where katsuki's cock keeps disappearing into you.
"you're taking him so well," he murmurs, thumb brushing a little higher, just grazing the edge of your ass, the curve of your hip. his voice is soft, too soft for how filthy it makes you feel. "look at you, angel... you're so full, he's stretching you out so pretty."
you nod meekly, eyes glinting as a sharp gasp slips past your lips when katsuki fucks into you harder, as if he's punishing you for forgetting who's inside you.
izuku hums, dark eyes flicking to katsuki's before returning to yours, smiling. "i know, sweetheart... it's too much, huh?"
katsuki growls low behind you. a quiet, "shut the fuck up," as he slides a hand up to the back of your neck, palm warm against your skin as he presses in so deep you let out a choked, ahâ katsuki
"that's it," izuku coos, completely unfazed. "just breathe through it. you're doing so good."
his hand smooths up your back, soothing and warm like he's trying to calm you down while he let's katsuki fuck you stupid right in front of him. like he's not hard under his sweats, cock pressed tight, precum spotting the fabric as he bites the inside of his cheek every time you moan.
"he's so mean, isn't he?" izuku murmurs, low near your ear. "but he always gives you exactly what you need. you should say thank you, baby," he encourages, lips pressing to the side of your neck. "go on, tell kacchan how thankful you are."
katsuki's cock twitches inside you with every word as you stutter out a quiet "t-thank you."
he lets out a curse under his breath as he drags his cock out, eyes focused on your slick coating him before he slams back inâhips flush to yours.
"you're gonna make him cum," izuku says sweetly, sliding one hand down between your thighs, fingers gentle and warm as they dip past where katsuki's cock is still fucking into you, slow just for a moment so neither of them miss the way you jerk when izuku touches you thereâfirm pressure pressing into you, brushing past katsuki's cock where it's stretching you out, slick and messy and so tender it makes you cry out.
"that's it," izuku murmurs, thumb catching right over your clit, a teasing flick, "there you go. we've got you."
katsuki groans as he lifts your hips a little more to angle deeper. "shitâ" he bites out, "she's squeezin' me so tight."
you sob into the sheets. izuku's hand doesn't let up, while katsuki's pace stutters hard, hips snapping into you.
"keep talkin' to her like that, she's gonna cum. can feel it... keeps clenching every time you talk." katsuki mutters, eyes fixated on his cock glistening every time he pulls back just to hear you beg for more.
izuku just hums, "she wants to," he says, his own fingers coated in your slick as they keep moving slow against your clit now. "she's being so good for you kacchan. letting you fuck her that deep, letting me touchâ being so brave, don't you think?"
katsuki drags you back onto him, hard, and it knocks a broken little sob out of your chest. "you hear that, baby?" katsuki grits, leaning in, mouth hot against your spine. "you're our good fuckin' girl, yeah?"
"y-yeah," you gasp, voice trembling as izuku presses a little firmer against your clit. "wanna be good for you both..."
"we know, sweetheart," izuku coos, soft and breathless, curling a little closer to you, nose bumping into your cheek as he presses soft kisses there. "you're doing so good. we know it's a lot."
"is it too much for you?" katsuki mumbles, pressing his own lips against your skin, "or you just like whinin' for us?"
you shake your head fast, fingers fisting tighter into the sheets, "no! don't stop, please... i-i'm gonnaâ"
"yeah?" he growls, fucking you through it harder. "you gonna cum all over my cock, baby? gonna let me feel it?"
"she's right there," izuku whispers beside you. "let it happen. we've got you."
it hits hardâblinding heat sparking deep and low as your body goes rigid, pussy clenching around katsuki so hard he swears, stutters, and slams in once, choking on a groan as he cums with you.
"fuckâ i'm cummin'â" katsuki gasps, forehead dropping to your shoulder as his hips twitch, cock pressing deep and grinding through it as he spills into you in warm thick pulses.
izuku hums beside you, his fingers wet with your release coming up to stroke your thigh, before pressing a kiss to your temple and muttering, "that's it... that's our girl."
katsuki's grip trembles against your hips when he exhales against your skin. chest rising and falling against your back, hands smoothing up and down your sides before he pulls out.
still braced as he drags his cock freeâcovered in your release, flushed, and still twitching a little. he watches the way your pussy flutters from the loss. watches how wet and ruined you are. how his cum spills out of you, dripping past your thighs and pooling where your legs are still spread.
"fuckin' hell..." katsuki mutters, fingers reaching down to drag through the mess, smiling when your body twitches from the sensitivity.
izuku's fingers are still brushing lightly over your skin. "she looks pretty, huh?"
you try to hide your face in the sheets, body still too shaky to move, still pantingâand izuku leans in to press another gentle kiss to your cheek, "did so good for us," he whispers.
"too good," katsuki mutters, rubbing a hand over your ass and squeezing gently, watching another thick drip slide down and groaning under his breath. "fuck, look at this mess..."
your body twitches again at the roughness in his voice, involuntarily, over-sensitive, and izuku just watches it happenâeyes dragging slow between your thighs where katsuki's cum still glistens across your pussy and drips out of you in lazy trails.
he hums, thoughtfully. before shifting closer. lowering himself a little. hands gentle as they slide over your thighs to ease them apart again, despite the way they tremble in protest. despite the soft noise you make when the cool air hits.
katsuki catches the movement from the corner of his eyes and snorts, still breathless, "you're such a fuckin' perv."
izuku just smiles, pretty and flushed and way too focused on the mess. "mhmm," he hums, breath ghosting low, just before he leans in, "i'm just cleaning it up."
you barely have time to register the first warm press of his tongueâslow and gentle, licking a stripe through the slick mess between your thighs of both yours and his best friends' release, the tip of his tongue brushing your clitâbefore he hums low in his throat, hands tightening around your hips like he's settling in, like he's not stopping until there's nothing left.
a/n a repost from my old & inactive blog eikyuunimain (mariinktg) so if it looks familiar, that's why! likes and reblogs are much appreciated! | mha masterlist
you insisted on going to the horror movie night with your new boyfriend, sukuna, after overhearing his idiot frat brothers whispering about you.
âsheâs really soft.â
âi've never seen ryo with a girl like her.â
âwatch her piss herself at the first jumpscare.â
laughter all around.
and maybe it was stupid, but you wanted to prove them wrong. prove you could handle the same things as the girls he usually kept around. cool girls. confident girls. mature girls who didnât cling to their boyfriendâs sleeve every five minutes.
so you sat beside sukuna and in that freezing theater, chin lifted stubbornly, pretending your stomach wasnât already twisting from the opening music alone.
for the first thirty minutes, you held it together.
barely.
you got by closing your eyes at the scarier parts and subtly whispering to sukuna to tell you when it was over.
then the movie hit you with the most horrific, satan-spawned jumpscare imaginable.
you shrieked so loud the entire row flinched.
your hand jerked violently.
and your ice cream launched directly into satoru gojo's face.
silence.
then satoru yelling, âWHAT THE HELLY?â
suguru and toji snickered.
and suddenly you were crying.
partly because youâd just assaulted sukuna's friend with matcha soft serve after you'd spent a whole minute outside the theatre convincing all of them you weren't scared in the slightest before you'd gone in.
partly because that was some really good ice cream you'd just wasted.
partly because everyone was staring.
but mostly because that movie was fucking terrifying.
sukuna immediately grabbed your wrist and stood up. âaight, weâre leaving.â
you hid your face in his arm while his friends snickered behind you. humiliation burned hot in your chest as he guided you out of the theater, your legs still shaky.
outside, the cold night air hit your cheeks.
âsorryâŚâ you mumbled miserably.
sukuna snorted. âit's fine, baby. gojo deserved it, he was being an asshole."
you whined, covering your face. "i wasn't talking about that!"
he laughed under his breath, but there wasnât an ounce of cruelty in it. just amusement. then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, âiâll take you home, yeah?â
you sniffled and nodded. âthat was scary.â
âi know, babe. i'm sorry,â he opened the passenger door for you, buckling your seatbelt himself with surprising gentleness. âshouldâve known that shit would freak you out.â
âit was my ideaâŚâ you hiccuped.
âi still shoulda said no.â he shut the door and rounded the hood of the car.
the few seconds you sat alone were awful. your eyes immediately darted to the rearview mirror. the backseat looked way too dark. you stared at it, fully convinced some horrifying demon woman was about to crawl over the seats and kill you.
the driver door opened and sukuna slid in and caught you staring.
ââŚyou looking at your little friend back there?â
you gasped, âkuna, donât SAY that!â
he barked out a laugh while starting the engine. âyou want another ice cream?â
your watery eyes widened hopefully. ââŚyeah.â
âthought so.â
by the time you reached your apartment complex, you were clutching a drive-thru soft serve with both hands while sukuna walked beside you toward your door.
you were finally calm again.
until he kissed your forehead, patted your ass lightly, and turned away. âsee you tomorrow, babe.â
terror immediately flooded your face. you grabbed his arm so fast he almost stumbled back.
he looked down at you with a blink. then sighed. ââŚshouldâve expected that.â
your eyes welled up again. ây-youâre leaving?â
ânah.â he unlocked your apartment and walked in beside you. âjust wanted to see your face.â sukuna lied smoothly.
you blinked. ââŚoh.â
âcute reaction though.â
you huffed at him before setting your ice cream on the counter. âum⌠i need to pee.â
âokay?â he said, lifting a questioning brow, not quite sure what this has to do with him.
you awkwardly twisted your fingers together before looking up at him nervously.
a beat passed.
then sukuna sighed the sigh of a man accepting his fate.
a minute later, he was inside your bathroom aggressively yanking the shower curtain open .checking the cabinets. looking behind the door.
âthere.â he deadpanned. âno demons.â
you stood in the doorway anxiously. âis it safe?â
âyes.â
ââŚpromise?â
âbaby, if something attacks you while you piss, iâll personally beat its ass.â
you considered that seriously.
ââŚokay.â
you stepped inside cautiously.
âstand by the door.â
âstand by theââ he repeated in disbelief, before he stopped himself with a long exhale. âfine.â
âand turn around.â
âbaby, iâve literally seen you nakedââ
âTURN AROUND.â
âbossy as hell,â he muttered, turning around anyway.
âand cover your ears.â
he stared at you over his shoulder in disbelief. âwhy?â
"i don't want you hearing me pee!"
sukuna sighed slowly. then lifted two resigned hands to his ears.
ânot all the way though,â you continued nervously, âor you wonât hear me scream.â
sukuna closed his eyes and covered his ears, âthat all, princess?â
âmhm!â you chirped brightly, kissing his cheek. âthanks honey. youâre sooo brave.â
he looked up at the ceiling like he was asking the universe for strength.
âA-ang! Too much-â You gasp, holding Modern!Aang bulky arms as his fingers works on your cunt, rubbing your clit as he pumped himself into you
âMâsorryâŚyou just look so prettyâŚand you feel so good too...so fucking goodâ Aang groaned biting down on your shoulderÂ
One moment you were showing Aang your new nightgown, the next moment you two were fucking like rabbits for about two hours with the sound of skin echoing the room. Thankfully your daughter was at Katara's house, somehow she knew Aang would pounce on you the moment he saw you in the nightgown
He made you moan so loudly that you were sure your neighbors were going to glare at you the next time they see you. But what could you do but moan when he was ramming into you, and using you like his personal sex toy?
âHck!- slow down!â
âI canâtâŚyou know I canâtâŚâ Aang whispers using his other hand to rub your overstimulated nipples âYou feel too goodâŚso good that I want another kidâŚcan you give me another kidâ
When you didnât reply, he sped up, holding you in place as he grips your hip âBaby pleaseâŚlet me make you a mama againâŚour daughter is so cuteâŚplease let me have another oneâ Aang whispers removing his hand from your cunt and spreading your legs farther
âLook at how well she takes meâŚshe takes me so goodâŚit's like she knows the size of my dickâ Aang groans âWanna cum baby? Wanna remind my dick who owns this cunt?â
You whimper in response, your moan getting louder and louder by the second
âI need words babyâŚâ
âPlease-â
âPlease what?âÂ
âPlease make me cum againâ
He groans in response, his hips going deeper into your cunt, the slow rhythm before turning onto a rapid movement, the bed echoes his movement .You soon feel the familiar tight coil in your stomach, the feeling youâve gone through a lot but never fails to make you happy
âFuck-â Aang groans again before one final thrust, his seed filling up your cunt as you climaxed, your legs shaking in response.Â
You moaned as he pulled his dick out of your cunt, his seeds leaking unto the bed along with your juices, for theâŚyou lost count of how many times he made you cum that night
â'Nother?â Aang begged tapping his dick on your swollen cunt âLast one I promiseâ
katsuki with a shy girl who only lets him eat her out if he has a blanket over his head...
he tried to do it a couple times before, only to be met with your thighs clenched around his head and your face stuffed in a pillow â pulling him up by the collar of his shirt as you ignore the ache between your thighs and mutter that he "doesn't have to do that"
and katsuki knows what he can do, prides himself on knowing how to eat pussy, how to make his girl feel good â and he's determined to get to the bottom of this.
so, the next time he's kissing down the valley of your cleavage and feels his hair being tugged as he reaches for your waistband, he decides enough is enough.
"why won't you let me do this"
your hands loosen their grip in his hair, "katsukiâ"
"please, you're killing me here" he mutters, bringing one of your hands towards his lips as he kisses your palm, "just wanna make you feel good"
it's clear he wasn't taking your excuses this time, especially when he can see your slick soaking the thin fabric of your panties when his mouth gets just a little too close.
so, you give him an ultimatum...
and katsuki's mouth is ruthless, as if he's been depraved from something so divine all his life â because he has. his head bobbing under the sheets as he listens to your stifled moans. he comes up for air between licks, forehead dewy and hair stuck to his face as he watches you with glossy eyes.
and katsuki never complains, cause if this is the only way to have you as loud as he wants you to be â he'll choose that damn blanket every time.
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âśď¸ď¸ Jealous Type (starring . fire lord zuko)
synopsis . You clearly donât understand who it is you belong to, so the fire lord makes things a little clearer for you via drawing his name out into that sweet cunt of yours. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), possessiveness, royal advisor!reader (ib: my dearest @yenayaps), fingering, pet names, faint manhandling, heâs kinda feral, slight corruption kink, praise, etc.
author's note: weâre all obsessed w tht one edit, no?
âI simply donât believe I serve much purpose to you anymore, my lordââ
âItâs only us in here, Iâve said many times before that you donât have to call me that.â Zuko muttered, annoyance etched into his every unfairly pretty feature.
You struggled to meet eyes or reason with him, but continued in your rant nonetheless. ââYou hardly heed the advice I give you, despite it being my sole purpose to you, and I've reason to believe I would be a better fit for another nation. Iâve received word from the Earth Kingdo-â
Amber eyes snap up from the floor and directly onto you, his body pushing him up from his throne to stand up straight as he scoffs, âWhat?â
You're hesitant to lift your chin and face him head on, gulping as your words jumble up at the center of your throat. Carefully, you lift your gaze slowly and allow yourself a moment to naturally collect both yourself and your thoughts. Patiently uttering, âMy lord, please stop interrupting me. I-â
Doing the exact opposite once more, âNo, seriously, what?â
You huff, meeting his eyes with your brows all furrowed. After a short pause, âWhat do you mean what?â
Zuko's eyes appear to be softer on you as he departs from his throne and nears you, âYouâre leaving me?â
The question and the way it exits his lips is enough to make your body feel hot for reasons unbeknownst to you. Thus causing you to shoot your eyes off to the side, âW-Well, I was considering-â
âThat wonât do.â Flies right out of him without second thought, as if he no longer wanted the concept to be entertained or considered at all.
You return your full attention to him with widened eyes, unconsciously stepping forward, âPardon?â
Zuko gestures a hand out with a shake of his head, âCome here."
As you obediently move to do as you're told, you feel the intensity of his eyes raking over your frame, the heat behind them easily carving itself into your very being. Fuck if it wasn't as intimidating as ever to be alone with him like this, no matter how many times you've found yourself in this exact position in the past.
He's moved to the side of his throne and directs you towards it, ignoring the confused looks you throw his way, âSit. Iâll show you what other purposes you serve for me.â
Everything was happening much too fast.
The man whom youâve been diligently serving for the past few years was requesting your consent to touch you intimately so suddenly that you felt as though you were dreaming.
Itâs not like you havenât imagined it beforeâhell, look at him! Everyone in the Fire Nation has indulged in a fantasy or two, itâd be strange if they didnât. Especially if they were in your shoes, being so close to him at nearly every waking hour and getting to know him on levels beyond regolness.
So when his lordship humbly requested that you sit yourself on his throne and let him give you a nice feel of what your purpose is to him, it was only natural that you succumbed to the years of not-so-hidden need that has been weighing itself on your shoulders.
Heart pounding in your chest, none of your imaginations of the past could ever quite compare to the real thing of watching the fire lord lower himself down to his knees, bring his hands to your legs, and steadily part them open whilst constantly whispering gentle confessions in hopes of insuring you're entirely comfortable with this.
Truth be told, he'd always had a bit of a crush on youâhaving taken quite the liking to you from the day he'd chose you to be his royal advisor.
It was an odd sensation for you to find yourself seated where Zuko typically commands the nation, especially with the way he'd loomed before you with a hint of delectable saliva building up at the corners of his mouth. You barely caught on to the way he'd asked you to undress yourself before himâto bare your body for his greedy eyes to take inâbefore his hands were virtually everywhere.
There was a sense of heat felt from his faintly shaking palms, as if this were the most nerve-wracking act he'd ever participated in. You were steady in your undressing, considering you needed some sort of moment to prepare yourself for what was to come.
By the time you found yourself nakedâregal, advisory robes splayed out against his throne as your body sat all prettily perched upon itâZuko was all but drooling. You'd seen his lordship make many expressions over the years but thisâthis was unlike anything you'd ever seen before.
And it was all for you.
In the next instance, Zuko was gripping onto your knees, letting his fingers touch with a certain firmness as he spread your legs apart. Your limbs felt mushy under his skin and you already felt your lungs struggling to maintain a steady flow of oxygen. You had an arm coming up to hide your flushing face before he'd even gotten anywhere with you and he couldn't help but crack a cheeky smile at the display.
Who knew his dutiful advisorâwho'd just threatened to leave him mere moments ago, mind youâcould make such cute expressions from the slightest of touches?
"Relax," Zuko cooed gently, leaning forward to lightly kiss at your inner thigh, "I'm only trying to help you understand your purpose."
Breath hitching, "My lord, I really don't think-"
His tongue rolls out along the inside of your leg and you flinch as if you'd never been touched before. This was the Fire Lord, after all. Having him like this-, watching him do something so obscene...
"You don't need to think," He hushes out to you, the curve in his lips felt right against your tensed skin, "Not now, anyway. Just feel. Can you do that for me?" It took you a few seconds but, eventually, you nodded your head. To which he cracks a smile, "Atta' girl."
Then his head traveled further up and you held eye contact with him whilst his mouth slipped over to cup the soaking lips of your cunt. Those same fiery amber-shaded eyes of his roll back almost instantaneously, a rumbling groan pouring out from deep within the pit of his stomach in reaction to the taste of you on his tongue.
And you expected him to let this go? As if.
You clasped your lip tightly in between your teeth, your hands moving out to grip onto the arms of the throne as you braced yourself, hips jerking forwards ever so slightly to meet the feel of Zuko's hot tongue. A sloppy trail of saliva is left in the wake of every flick from his oral muscle, the hum he lets out against you enough to have your legs squirming around under his touch.
There's a smooth sound of schliiiick that rings out though the throne room, the noise surely loud enough for someone beyond its large walls to hear. Not that you or him seem to care, though.
Whines 'n moans are easily pulled from somewhere in your throat as his mouth maneuvers suavely to capture the entirety of your saccharine taste onto the center of his tongue.
Your back soon slumps against the throne, leaving you to stare in awe at the starving lord of a man who's cravings could only be satisfied through the taste of your sloppy cunt. There's a feeling of paranoia haunting you from somewhere within your gut that at any moment now a person could knock on the throne room doors or simply burst right in with an urgent matter but, ask Zuko if he cares!
Spoiler alert: he doesn't.
The tips of his tongue dive and dip all around the very ends 'n ins of your pussy, lapping out the most provocative of gushes form deep within you. You're a blissed-out mess of moans before he even thinks to pull himself up for a moment to breathe. And by then, your hands have buried themself into his long lushes locks of hair, tugging and pulling at his head as your teeth tatter against themself in an honest attempt at maintaining even the slightest fracture of your composure.
Then Zuko's body shifts forward and suddenly his tongue his snaking its looong self past your folds, wetly spreading you open on it. Your back arches almost immediately and you think your eyes cross just as your fingers scrape over his scalp.
Zuko's head tilts ever so slightly to lick at your insides at a circularly different angle, tongue plucking itself in and out of your gushy entrance simply to have your arousal leaking all down the expanse of his jawline.
When the man tugs himself away to gasp, he's only diving back in half a second later to kiss over your clit and then smear the tip of his tongue around itâshowcasing to you that his skills go beyond mere fire bending and that his tongue has learned how to bend the feel of a new element to you.
Something raw jumps out of your throat and you pant out his name whilst he shakes his head into you and then proceeds to respond to your calls by spelling his name out around your clit.
Then come his fingersâand fuck if they aren't farrr thicker than you were prepared for, initially prodding at your drooling hole, and then carefully pushing into you after a mere tease to that clingy ring of resistance he's met with.
Your lower lip pushes out and you moan just past it, earning his attention for the first time in a while as his eyes come up to find your lewdly-set expression.
"Ah," Using a free hand to wipe some of the slick from his mouth, Zuko moves up towards you and keeps his fingers working your insides, "Don't pout. You can take this much," He encourages, a second digit carefully slipping into you. "See? Two of my fingers, buried so deep inside you like that..." His words earn a particularly filthy squelch. "Shit, you should feel honored by this, sweetheart."
You manage a huff at that, nails chafing into the arm of the throne again, "Y-You and that damn-, ngh, honor..."
He snickers, his thumb poking forward to plumply round your clit, "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't feel honored to have me this devoted to you."
"Zuko," You moan instead of answering correctly.
Letting it slide due to his soft spot for you, he merely sighs. "Please understand that this is your purpose to me, not abandoning me to go whisper in the ears of Earth Kingdom fools." Zuko explains to you, voice coming out in warm waves against the crown of your ear, "Understood?"
You nod, "Y-Yes, Zuko."
His head cocks to the side, fingers jolting up against your slicked walls to curl, "You address me so formally any other time but now..." He pulls away a few inches to cast his eyes over your expression, fully appreciating how gorgeously you fall apart on just two of his fingers.
He can only begin to imagine how satisfying it would be to see you do the same on his cock. Fuck, you probably wouldn't even be able to handle that, would you?
No, but you'd damn sure try if he let you...
Meeting his gaze, "Yes, my lord." You correct in a short whisper.
For the first time ever, Zuko realizes the title doesn't sound so bad coming from you.
At least, not in this context since his cock promptly hardens through his robes in reaction to that sweet, sweet tone of yours.
He would've spelt his name out into your cunt and split you open on his fingers a long time ago if he knew this would be the result!
A smirk splays out across his wet mouth and he leans in, his breath mingling with your own, "Cum for me, my advisor. Show me where your loyalties lie."
That quickly sends you right over the edge, your cunt clenching and twitching all around his fingers as one of your hands move out to clutch onto his royal clothing.
Breathlessly puffing, "F-Fuuck.."
Zuko watches you closely the entire time, loving the way your thighs quiver, and how good your pussy feels releasing onto his hand.
Only leaning away as you're done to murmur, "See? Now, tell me again about leaving?"
(not proofread, GULP) || banner art from âLady K and the Sick Manâ || tags:
Just a bit, when you bend over a certain way in front of him in the kitchen, and he catches sight of the pretty heart shape your ass makes in that pretty night gown.
A rare time without the Atelier full, he can't help but feel himself throb at the thought. Tip just leaking white underneath those white robes, you peek back curiously, smiling just a bit at him as he imagines filling your womb with him, problem is he's never even touched you aside from hugs, lingering caresses.
Now all he wants to do is shove your nightgown up and slide his cock inside
How wet would you be? Though he dislikes getting wet, he cant imagine your slick coating his cock wouldn't be perfect. He has seen it, peering in your room when he shouldn't, palming his cock like a pervert, you would never know he watched you toy pathetically with your cunt.
Oh, he could teach you so much.
"What is it, something on me?" You ask, just a bit nervous as that hauntingly blue eyes peers right down your tits, barely concealed in the nightgown.
You have come here to help him with the girls, but every moment you're alone? All you can think of is how much longer his fingers are, how big those hands are, how he'd feel -
Stop that, madness, really.
He was affectionate and kind, reserved in a way that made you achingly curious, but ultimately he seemed rather untouchable, though you practically felt touched. You could not help but to brush your fingertips across your own collarbone for a moment, to catch his gaze, see his lips parted ever so slightly.
"Anything wrong, Qifrey?"
"Ahem," he clears his throat just a bit, blush dancing on his own cheeks when he sees those nipples peak, and for a moment he imagines them so full, drippin' milk. How many babies would you give him? When the girls inevitably leave, surely you could fill the home-
"Nothing," he manages to smile, walking toward you now, brushing a lock of your hair back but lingering a bit, running it between his thumb and pointer finger. "Just your skin is glimmering, your body is singing to me, your cunt is so wet I can see it dripping when you bend over."
You suck in a breath, teeth biting down on your lower lip, when he looks at you in shock.
"I said that!?"
"You said that," he curses softly, turning to leave when you pause him, a hand on his back over that dark shirt that fits him too well. "Well, you're not wrong, though. I'm..."
"Ovulating."
"Mhm," he turns back around, brushing a bit of flour off your breasts, making goosebumps rise. "I'll be all right though, just... they hurt a bit is all."
"I could help," he undoes the little lacy tie there, letting one of your pretty tits beg for his mouth, his huge hand taking it over and squishing it, making you cry out. "Do you need help, love?"
You can't answer, just your eyes fluttering shut when he sucks your nipple and bending low, your hand tangled in snowy strands, thick and fluffy in your fingers. "ah!"
"Sore? Sensitive?" His voice drops so many octaves it should be scary, how deep and intense it is with that lilting accent, you just nod for your answer as he slides up your gown. "Do you not touch yourself when you're like this?"
"It was not working well," you admit, cursing then. "I mean..."
"I could help," he turns you now, bending you over and moaning at the sight, of your pretty ass on display, fingers sliding through the mess your slit is. "You should really focus here."
"Ngh!" He's shoving two fingers deep with ease despite the filthy stretch, leaning over you now, his glasses fogging with those breaths, moaning against your ear. "M-master Qifrey I..."
"Can't reach, can you darling? Tsk, no worries," he's moving them up and down, hitting that spongy spot with ease, feeling you drip down his wrists, soaking his very sleeves as he tugs at your hair. "Why don't you cum for me, you're already taking these exceptionally, hmm?"
"Please," you're already a mess, the sounds of your squelching cunt obscene in the quiet kitchen, his free hand wraps your throat as you arch desperately. "Please, please..."
"Use your words, you can be a good girl for me, can't you?" He whispers, teeth nipping your ear, fingers putting just the right amount of pressure as the other two press up, making you dizzy. "Please what? Please don't stop? Please let you cum? Please breed this slutty, soaking wet cunt?"
Fuck.
Breed you!?
He can't say that with his long fucking fingers and his goddamn accent, while you're ovulating. "B-breed me?"
"God yes," he's lost it now, yanking his fingers out to suck your juices off them, cheeks hollowing as he wraps his glossy lips. "Want me to fill you with babies, have the entire place full of them?"
"Yes," there's not a trace of hesitation, especially when he's bending you over the old kitchen table, and the fat head of his pretty cock is running up and down your folds. "B-breed me... mnh!"
"How do we ask, love," he whispers, even as he's leaking sticky white on your dripping wet pussy. "You're making such a mess, you know, dripping on the floors? Can't talk now?"
"Please," you whisper again. "Please breed me Sir."
That earns his cock shoving inside your cunt.
Oh, you thought Qifrey would ease his cock in, inch by inch, tease you? No, his entire length fills you to the cervix, he gives you a bit of mercy when he lets you adjust, when he eases back just enough to glide in your quivering walls.
"You're perfect for me," he whispers, feeling you clamp right down. "Perfect to take all of it, love, look at you."
You're a mess when he fucks you stupid, when he has you sore and drooling, sniffling and crying from overstimulation - when he taunts you for not knowing how to rub your clit so he helps you, letting both of your fingers move together. When he's shifting you so you're on the table, and he can watch his cock move inside you.
Well that's magic, isn't it?
Seeing his own cock print in your pretty body, spitting your juices in your open mouth, pumping you full of puffy white ropes of cum. He doesn't stop there, though, no - that wouldn't be fair when you begged so pretty. He must make sure that he fucks that cum right back inside, stealing every minute until you two aren't alone anymore.
You're a trembling mess once he's made sure to plug that white, leaky mess with his long fingers in your hole, when he watches you act all sweet and innocent later, knowing you're spilling him out.
Well, perhaps it's more than a little breed kink.
****
Next threesome w/gojo?
this is for my bbs @yenayaps @uhnosav @martianzmars hehee
boyfriend toji fushiguro shows you how a real man takes care of his woman.
cw: toji loves your bush!! soft sweet toji but heâs also a freak.. mdni, oral f!receiving, praise, mentions of shitty exes. wc: 1.1k, art creds ruu_sugu on x
toji fushiguro is a filthy man, but he is a man in all the ways a man can be one, his fingers are calloused, dirt tucked beneath his nails after hours of labor, sweat clinging to his porcelain skin, a nasty scar cutting across his lip that catches the light whenever it tilts into a cruel smirk. heâs cocky, full of attitude, cruel and rough around the edges, but always soft where it matters, and always soft with you.
heâs a man in every sense, he takes you however you desire yourself to be, dolled up or all natural, he doesnât give a damn, he loves you regardless, and that follows straight into the bedroom.
he doesnât care if you havenât showered that day, doesnât care if you just got back from a run, heâll peel your leggings off with rough fingers and drag you over his face without a second thought, letting you settle there, your cunt warm and soaked with want, coating him in it. the desire is evident when he pulls back for a breath, his face glistening with your juices.
he doesnât even care if youâre on your period, heâll eat you just the same, filthy and unbothered, spit mixing in as his tongue laps at your pussy, pushing into you like heâs starved. the first time he did it, went down on you like that, it shocked you, none of your past boyfriends ever would, theyâd always made a face, called it gross, something to avoid, and toji had only scoffed at that, muttering that they were a bunch of fuckin boys, that a real man takes care of his woman no matter what.
toji is a man, but more than that, heâs your man, and despite the sharpness in his attitude, the bite in the way he speaks, heâs a hopeless romantic underneath it all, and when toji fushiguro falls in love, itâs all-consuming, unwavering devotion.
so when he walks through the door of your shared home, limbs heavy and tired, muscles aching, worn down and scuffed up, faint streaks of dirt along his skin and dried blood still clinging to his jaw and split lip, he barely pauses to shut the door behind him. heâs already moving, already looking for you, needing to bury himself in your warmth, to inhale your sweet scent and fall asleep with you tangled around him, limbs locked together tightly.
the bathroom door is cracked open, steam curling out, the steady sound of water hitting tile filling the space, his bruised knuckles tap against the wood, and your voice, soft as honey, drifts through it, warm and familiar, making his cock tighten in his pants from your words alone, âtoji? come in, baby.â
âyeah, yeah⌠iâm comin, doll.â his voice is low, rough, dragging, the kind that settles deep in your chest and pulls heat low in your stomach every time.
his fingers hook around the shower curtain, pushing it aside, already expecting to strip down and pull you close under the hot water.
instead, he stops.
his eyes land on the razor in your hand, the way youâre about to drag it through your bush, and his expression twists, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist, stopping you mid-motion.
âthe hell are you doinâ?â
you blink at him, brows lifting slightly, âshaving..?â
his jaw tightens, something irritated flashing across his face as he yanks the razor from your hand. âyeah? well quit that shit.â
you huff a little, rolling your eyes, âwhy, it makes it easier for you, trust me, i know i let it go too long, itâs just annoying to deal with, donât start, my dumbass ex used to bitch about it enough.â
that does it.
toji lets out a low, annoyed sound, snapping the razor clean in half before tossing it somewhere behind him, already stepping in, already stripping, clothes gone in seconds. his body is all hard lines and muscle, scars and strength, something youâve traced a hundred times with your hands, and mouth.
his hands find you again, gripping your waist, pulling you into him, his face dropping into the crook of your shoulder, making himself just a little smaller to fit against you.
âyouâre a real idiot, yâknow that?â his voice is quieter now, still rough, but softer where it presses into your skin, his breath warm even under the spray of water.
his mouth moves after that, dragging down your body, slow and unhurried, savoring it, the feel of you, the way your eyes are laced with something dark as you watch him, it drives him crazy. his hands spread across your waist, holding you steady as he lowers himself, resting his forehead briefly against your stomach. water runs down his back in uneven trails, dark hair clinging, almost blue under the fluorescent light.
âthose guys you dated before me,â he mutters, voice dipping lower, rougher, âthey ainât men. just a bunch of pathetic fucks who donât know what to do with a woman.â
his grip tightens slightly, grounding you to his touch, bordering on something possessive.
âgood thing you got me now.â
the words settle heavy as he drops further, pressing kisses along your soapy inner thighs, slow at first before his teeth catch lightly, a sharp nibble etched into your skin, making you jolt.
âshould track âem down for even thinkinâ they had a right to you,â he adds under his breath, not quite joking, not quite serious either, before his focus shifts completely.
he moves in between your thighs, nudging closer, the bridge of his nose brushing against your folds, his breath warm against you.
âbut right nowâŚâ his voice comes out rough, worn at the edges from whatever mission he just came back from, âiâll show you how its supposed to be done.â
ât-tojiâŚâ your voice breaks into a small whine when his mouth finally closes around your clit, gentle at first, sucking just enough to pull a reaction from you.
he huffs out a quiet chuckle against you, low and pleased, his tongue sliding out to trace slow circles, dragging upward from your hole before dipping back down, a finger pressing inside you briefly, just to feel the heat of your cunt, spreading you open and teasing.
his actions arenât rushed, his mouth working at your core, slow and unhurried, finding new ways to please you with his tongue, on his knees, face and mouth buried in your needy pussy, exactly where he wants to be.
itâs obscene, the way he buries himself between your thighs, hands keeping you open, mouth moving against you with intent, water running down his broad back while your nails press faintly into his skin, leaving crescent marks, soft mewls spilling from your lips, quiet at first, then less controlled as his tongue works you open.
âfuck⌠thatâs it,â he murmurs against you, voice muffled but clear enough, âjust like that⌠donât need to change a damn thing.â
his mouth moves again, kisses scattered between slow licks, tongue pressing in, then dragging up through you and through the hair you were about to get rid of, like heâs proving a point, nearly making out with your bush.
your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tight as your body reacts, your thighs shifting, your breath turning uneven as he keeps going, steady, focused, pulling everything out of you piece by piece.
by the time he finally looks up, youâre already wrecked, chest rising and falling, the bathroom thick with steam, his gaze heavy, pupils blown wide as he locks onto your desperate state, a crooked grin pulling at his mouth.
âonly dumbasses worry about shit like hair,â he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still on you, âso quit thinkinâ about it⌠i ainât one of âem.â
note: this is lwk dookie but i have another toji fic in the works..
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⥠â men who know they're big. much too big for you
!! mdni
"Please", you mewl, grinding on his clothed crotch, your panties wet with arousal.
"You can't, baby" he hisses through gritted teeth, resolve thinning when you grind over his hardness. "Fuck" he instinctively pushes his hip forward to meet your thrust, "You can't take me"
You groan, the room heating up and constricting around you two. Mind swirling with thoughts of his big length inside you, stuffing you full.
"I can, i promise. Please..." Your teary eyes and begging really did it for him as he snaps, manhandling you below him as his broad form hovers over yours, blocking any light.
Within a minute your clothes are off, his big hands can't seem to get enough of you. Roaming over your waist, thighs, breasts, anything that he can maul.
Spreading your thighs apart with his legs, he groans at the sight of your dripping pussy, clenching around nothing, "so fucking needy" he lazily gives it a slap, making you yelp.
A smirk tugs at his face, eyebrow arched at your messed up form. "Don't complain later. You asked for it" his voice laced with hunger and a predatory intent, big hand stroking himself while he aligns himself with your dripping pussy, the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. And he's going to ruin it so well.
"Nhgg.. plea- ah!" Your plea gets cut off as he grants your wish, pushing in barely an inch inside your tight walls. "Fucking hell.." his eyebrow furrow in concentration, eyes laser focused on the the little hole gaping around his big cock. Much too big for you, he thinks.
His teeth bite into his lower lip as he pushes harder, your back arching at the stinging stretch. "Can take.. it" you stutter, already trembling. Hips arching to take him more.
"As you fucking wish" he growls, an animalistic sound leaving his mouth. His big hands hold you in place below him, pushing into your tight warmth, stuffing you to your limit. Your writhing body unable to move much against his strong grip, his hips pushing forward until you're full of him.
"That what you wanted?" his forehead sweaty at the effort it took to push into your tight hole, pupils blown wide. "So fucking tight for me.. all fucking mine"
His large hand over your tummy feeling himself inside you. "'ts so.. big.." you mewl, hands digging into his forearm.
He chuckles breathlessly, "told ya.. but you wouldn't listen." His thumb runs over your clit, his pace slow and deep, knowing you need time to adjust to his size.
"More", you cry out, looking at him with teary and needy eyes, your tight walls clenching around him oh so deliciously. A man can only hold himself back for so long..
He huffs out an amused grin, "don't cry too much", he doesn't wait for your answer before he starts thrusting into you at a faster pace. Pulling himself out almost fully before slamming back inside.
"Oh..ngh, so good-" your broken screams sound like music to his ears.
"Don't stop" you cry out, nails digging into his arms, feeling yourself splitting apart on his length. The line between pain and pleasure blurring together, mind mush. Only him. Him. All over you.
You cry out when he rubs against a particular angle, throwing your head back.
"Right there?" His smirk is devilish, making it a point to continue to assault that soft spot inside your now stretched and full pussy.
"Wait- ahh! Wait" your cries fall on deaf ears, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming pleasure. Your body trembling and writhing under his much larger one.
"Hm? What was that? You want more? Of course, angel" he pretends to mishear you, pushing into you at a brutal pace, continuing to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.
"No, i.. meant- ah!"
"I got you" he whispers into your ear, cooing praises about how well you're taking him, how you were made just for him while he ruins your little pussy.
When you cum, it's nothing like you've ever experienced before. Vision turning white, almost on the verge of passing out. Clenching so hard around him, bringing him to his release.
You feel his warm release coating your insides, both of you groaning and trembling at the feel.
You stay like that for a moment. Fucked out, bodies tangled with each other, too tired to move a muscle
Once he moves to lay beside you, he makes sure he's still inside you. Spooning you against his big and warm body. "Let's stay like this" he grunts tiredly. "Just makin' sure you get used to my size."
synopsis : you and kei agreed to keep things casualâno strings attached. but he finds himself slipping almost-confessions that he always swallows at the last second
content: 18+. nsfw â smut. a lot of plot. friends with benefits. smoking â cigs after sex. public sex. choking. fingering. car sex. unprotected sex.
word count: 14k
note: not proof read + didnât want to make separate parts
"you staying for the bands?"
your thinking process resets when you hear your friend, yachi, ask beside you. she's all over your ear and it doesn't take a lot to even notice her. you swallow a lump in your throat, turning the pen in your hand when you think about her question.
there's a soft hum in the night wind, it's a bit chilly but nothing that your denim jacket can't block. you look up to the stage where the lights are dimmed and the college interschool festival are preparing for the next segment â the showdown of the bands. the sound of it all echoes in your ears â the wind rustling, the lights flickering, your pen spinning, and the faint chattering of the students behind and all around you.
you turn your wrist around to check your analog clock. it read 8:37. you wonder if it's too late already or should you stay to enjoy the rest of the festival.
you look at yachi beside you, opting to ask her if she's staying, "are you?"
she thinks for a while but nods her head after a while. "yep. hinata's staying anyway, and he has a ride. if you need one, i'll ask him for you."
ah right, hinata. yachi's close friend because they've been classmates since high school. you've only became closer to yachi just this college â first person who approached you after you moved to this unfamiliar place.
you shake your head, furrowing your eyebrows. "no, no. no need. i'll take the train. it's just one ride anyways." you purse your lips into a thin line, giving her an assuring smile and she nods her head.
you both look back to the stage, it was far away from where you two sat. away from the crowd that formed right behind the barricade of the main stage. the speaker buzz frequency trials and the mic echoes, they've begun sound checks. there's was a group in front, tuning their guitars until the sound director told them it's all good.
a familiar figure catches your eye â tall, blond, and lean. you wonder where you've seen him before but no specific situation comes into mind. but you do remember him somewhere.
you nudge yachi's elbow, "hm?" you point towards the stage, swaying your finger left to right, gesturing towards the group that is preparing the instruments. "aren't those... uh, hinata's friends? i think i've seen them around him before..."
yachi squints her eyes, focusing her vision to see the people on the stage more clearly. with folded arms she hums, "oh yeah, one of them's my friend." she nods convincingly, "they're probably the reason why hinata's staying."
among the band members, one struck out to you. his fingers expertly tune out the guitar he's holding, one is strumming with mastery while his eyes remain hyperfocused on the sound director who is giving him instructions. but when he's unsatisfied, he sternly asks the sound director that his guitar sound be amplified.
and that, somehow, was attractive to you.
you look away immediately when you get too absorbed in the view in front of you. all more reason is when you can't even see his face clearly because the lights are still dimmed and you're too far away to even catch a glimpse of the light in his eyes. but his figure, it tells you everything that you need to know.
you glance at yachi, scrolling down on her phone, and for a second you consider asking her for his name. but you realize that she might not know him, after all they're hinata's friends, not hers.
but what if she knowsâ
"what's his name?" startled by your sudden question, yachi jumps before looking at you and towards where your gaze is directed. she catches your view â the band's electric guitarist in the flesh. yachi squints again, but this time, it's a teasing gesture towards you. because she knows this man all too well, and the fact that you're asking for a name invites her to tease you for it.
"tsukishima kei, close friend of me and hinata." she tells you and the name blurs out in your ears.
wow, even the name sounds attractive.
your mind betrays your expression on the outside â nonchalant and laid-back, as if you've got no hidden intentions behind it.
yachi nudges you to the side and you lose balance when you realize that you've been too absorbed in your thoughts. she chuckles, a teasing sound of "oooh" coming out of her lips. her eyes are smiling too, amused by this and everything else. typical yachi, quick to give malice to everything.
"why? you like him?" she drops the question and you furrow your eyebrows.
you don't know why but you've become so defensive to a normally asked question. and when you answer, there's a scowl on your face, "no way. i can't even see his face."
yachi is not convinced and her teasing just continues. but it dies down when you stop talking about it.
but that doesn't necessarily mean that you've stop stealing glances. not when he's down from the stage and he's now staying with this group at the side, leaning against the barricade with his guitar bag on one shoulder. phone on one hand, scrolling and his glasses are reflecting the light from his phone.
this time, you can actually see just a tad bit of his face. you can see his eyes now, hidden beneath the transparency of his glasses. and his lips, pursed into a tight line as he focuses on whatever he's busying himself on his phone. he towers over everyone else on his team. and he's quiet, only giving out snide remarks to hate on his members playfully. he's occupied with his phone but he listens to their rambles â the way that he smirks and chuckles to every joke the group throws albeit his eyes still on his phone is proof of his attentiveness.
you catch yourself looking over at them once in a while and you can't help but let your gaze linger a little bit longer on him. every member looked interesting â they all similar fashion senses. but something about this blond man who hovers over everyone else there because of his height just pulls you in.
you lean back against the chair you're sitting on and groan, "when is it starting, yachi?" you hum out in impatience, staring at the bright moon above and the stars indicating that there would be no rain coming.
yachi hums beside you, and gestures to the side of the stage. "they're drawing lots. it must be starting in a few minutes." you sit back up to see the leaders of each team drawing lots to determine the order of performances.
"i hope they play first." you sound out and yachi hums, not quite catching what you said. but you realize what you're saying and you shake your head, telling her that it's nothing.
in the end, they play last.
hinata arrives to the scene and you nod your head at him, not feeling quite comfortable because you're not all that close with him. you talked here and there, but you've never been this close to him.
"you like watching live bands too?"
just between the moment of having been caught up by your train of thoughts and paying attention to your surroundings, hinata's unfamiliar voice pulls you out. he's leaning towards yachi to face you and you don't process his words immediately â too surprised that he initiated a conversation with you.
you nod your head, choosing to say yes. "if i get the chance too, yeah." the tone is casual and you wonder if you've made a new friend. but with hinata, comfort is easy. he's a natural.
yachi shoots to look at hinata after realizing something. "so right, hinata, [name] here likes tsukishima." her words echo like the reverberating speakers inside your ear and you can't find any opening to deny what she just said when hinata begins to make a big deal out of it.
he yells out a, "whaaaaat?" prolonged and emphasized. the least you can do is shake your head and put your hand out to defend yourself from this nonsense of a rumor that yachi is starting.
the speaker hisses with feedback and the mic echoes when the host speaks on the stage catching each and everyone's attention. the outdoor stadium is loud with the crowd cheering when the segment is finally starting. you and the two's attention now drifting away from the situation and focusing on the host.
"all right, this is everyone's favorite segment! the showdown of the bands! the order of performance is as followsâ" the monitor up front shows the list of bands performing and their band name is written as the last performer.
you catch hinata slumping on his seat. "sucks, why do they have to perform last? this is going to be such a long wait." he complains but yachi consoles him. "hey now, we might enjoy the others. besides, isn't it better that they're lastâsave the best for last, they say." she raises an eyebrow, proud of her reasoning.
you pursed your eyes shut, sleep slowly taking over you. you glance at your watch and see it has already clicked 9 in the evening. and the fact that they're only starting doesn't help.
mid-performance, your head is bopping up and down and you realize that you're falling asleep. you don't know how many groups have performed or how long you are into the segment.
yachi notices you from her peripheral vision and chuckles. "you wanna go home?" she whispers but she catches hinata's attention too. "need a ride? i can give you one." hinata offers upon seeing your eyes heavy with sleep already.
the loud sound of the drums echoing in your ears but it's still not enough to grip you out of your tiredness. you shake your head, telling them there's no need. "i'll finish the showdown. i just need uhm..." you think for a while and your eyes catch a sweets kiosk. "yeah, that will do the job."
you stand up from where you stood, leaving hinata and yachi alone to watch the performance of another group while you tend to your sleepiness and opting to buy something sweet to wake yourself up.
it's a waffle stand, with choices of toppings and syrups. you order something that will definitely wake you up, along with a can of soda. just when you were about to pay, you realize that you left your wallet in your bag. your bag which you left in yachi's care.
that was all it took for you to wake up. you are too embarrassed to even tell the seller because she already had your order wrapped up.
but divine intervention, "here you go." a voice sounds out and you look up â your mind shatters into a million pieces and your heartbeat picks up. no sleep left in your system.
the seller takes the money from the man and you've now essentially borrowed money from someone you don't know.
except you do know this person.
blond hair, tall figure, and a glasses tucked in his ears. it's not hard to recognize when all you've been doing to tonight aside from fighting back sleep was steal glances to this man.
"thank you. but you didn't have to do that." you call out to him, tone low and filtered with shame and embarrassment that you had someone, especially him, pay for your food. he merely shrugs, "noticed your struggle."
you look away and you can't bring yourself to look at him. the waffle is hot on one hand and your soda is cold on the other. you feel your cheeks are warm and the coldness of the wind brushes up against you making your loose trousers sway. silence engulfs briefly before the crowd cheers loudly, signalling that the current performance had ended.
"oh shit," you hear him curse. he quickly puts his wallet back into his pocket before turning around. but he stops mid-way, "uh, you can pay me back anytimeâhinata's friend right? good to know we have a mutual." he tells you before running off towards the side of the main stage and in between where the barricades meet.
how does he know you're acquianted with hinata though?
you thank the seller before rushing off back to your seat as the next performanceâtheir performanceâis about to begin. you hand yachi your soda, telling her to take a sip because you know she hasn't let a single drop of fluid enter her mouth ever since the event started.
"hey, [name]." yachi calls out after she has gulped down half the soda. you hum, turning to face her. "need something that'll surely wake you up?" she asks and you wonder, tilting your head to the side, acknowleding her to continue.
"get tsukishima's number after this." your eyebrows furrow almost immediately. baffled by the nonsense dare she told you.
you instantly shake your head, "don't be ridiculous." you tell her, "even if i do ask, i don't know anything about himâhe might have a girlfriend or something."
"no way." yachi cuts in, "tsukishima doesn't have one."
everything is silent for a few seconds and in that time range, you consider yachi's words.
you give up thinking about it when the stadium lights begin to flicker. yachi pats your thighs excitedly as she repositions to face the stage. you do the same, and the next thing you hear is the drums blaring in your ears as an intro.
the distortion from the amplifiers loudens when the guitarist strums harshly. you try and squint your eyes to filter out the blinding lights to see who is whoâand alas, the one currently strumming the intro is him. his guitar is wailing with every strum, and the drums pick up the rhythm when the bass crawls under your skin.
it's starting.
and even though the electrifying sound resonates harmony from all sorts of instruments, your ears blur them all out and the lead guitar sounds louder than any instrument. and your eyes can only focus on one person.
he holds his guitar low on his waist, finger strumming and plucking with expertise. they're long, you notice. and he is pale. you start noticing every bit now that he's under the spotlight. his guitar is embellished with his personalityâdecorated with stickers and doodled on with names and signatures.
and with the way he's performing, you can really say that he loves what he's doing.
but your thoughts whisper to you, he's very attractive.
the vocalist hypes up the crowd and from your peripheral vision, you could see that yachi and hinata are into it as well. but you can't seem to find your own tempo. you can't bring yourself to jump around and cheer outloud when your thoughts are occupied with the thought of him and his guitar.
all you can see is him and everything else is blurry.
and that's all that you can rememberâyour attention solely focused on him for the entirety of the performance.
the next second, you're in an unavoidable situation because apparently hinata is close with all of the members.
they all gather after the performance, walking over to us. to where hinata is. immediately throwing inside jokes while congratulating them for doing a great job.
"you did really well!" hinata yells out the moment they are closer. you and yachi distance yourselves a bit, letting circle of friends chat with each other to let their nerves down.
tsukishima stood behind the others. sweat dripped down from his forehead and his shirt is a tad bit see through from the sweat that accumulated during their hyped up performance. he held his guitar in one hand, settling it to lean against a chair before wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. and you are all too aware of it.
he's still riding the high, the adrenaline of performing such piece. and you can see it with the way he's catching his breath and his fingers slightly trembling with the intense strumming he had done.
yachi nudges you. huffing to herself as she indirectly gestures to tsukishima. you turn your head to her with furrowed eyebrows and in disbelief.
she's really into whatever she's trying to start.
"go on." she whispers to you and reluctance washes over you because for a second there, you're considering doing itâgetting his number and all.
you bite your lip back, wondering if you should let the midnight impulse get to you or be mature and think of the consequences that is waiting for you if you give in.
but no, the moon is bright and the skies are dark. and you are too star-struck to even think properly. who would miss such a chance to seize the opportunity in front of you?
and besides, you've missed the thrill of doing whatever you are about to do.
"hey."
you call out and he looks to your side, assuming that you've called him. and when he sees you looking up at him, he raises an eyebrow. his actions intimidate you. you were not expecting such a dominant vibe from himânot when he was just paying for your food back then because he claimed he saw you struggling.
"about the money," you start and he listens. turning his body to the side to face you, giving you, what some would call, undivided attention. "i don't have spare change right now, so..." you feel embarrassment creep up again. "can i just have your number so i can transfer it back?"
the air stills between you two for a second before tsukishimaâs shuffling through his pockets, fishing for his phone. once itâs out, he gestures that you show yours too so that you can exchange numbers. âoh, right.â
you both take each otherâs phones, typing in your personal numbers. when you get your phone back itâs unreal, because yachi is snickering behind you and you feel everything all at once.
âsame number i use for my transactions, just send it to me anytime.â he clicks his phone off after saving your number.
you nod your head, âthank you.â you finally express, after feeling bothered the whole performance because you havenât thanked him properly. he shrugs his shoulders, feeling nonchalant about the whole thing.
âyou were good tonight.â your words startle him is all, because his eyes suddenly widen. heâs not expecting this small talk at all.
he looks back at you and you werenât looking at him at all. a snicker makes its way to his lips and his knack for teasing gets activated. only meeting for the first time but both of you are feeling frisky so what is there to lose?
âoh yeah?â the mocking lilt in his voice pulls you out of your bashful state and your head shoots up to come in eye-contact with him. thereâs a smile on his lips and you donât know what heâs up to with that oddly attractive smirk plastered on his face.
you decide to play along, âoh gee, youâve got your head in the clouds now that someone complimented you.â you mock back and tsukishima scoffs at this, taking your playful offense as an invitation for a banter.
âreal, because i was the one who asked for someoneâs number here.â he fires back and your expression is incredulous when you hear him say that.
âwould you be okay if i didnât pay you back then?â you huff out, offended with his words but tsukishima merely laughs.
the banter came naturally, and the teasing along with feign offense. it came off easy. and youâve missed feeling like this. so everything just blurs out in the background because youâre having the time of your life bantering with the expert electric guitarist youâve had your eyes on since soundcheck.
it doesnât take long for the group to finally adopt you and yachi.
when hinata begins taking you along to hang outs with the group, itâs mostly just you with yachi, hinata and his two other friendsâtsukishima and kageyama. the four were close friends since high school so you were hesitant at first, but tsukishima made it all so easy.
especially when his mission in life right now is to get on your nerves every time you two see each other.
thanks to the continuous teasing, and similar humor, you found yourself feeling rather closer to tsukishima than the others in the group. and he too, found himself laughing more often when you were around to play along with the jokes that only you two share.
âoh look, itâs miss. who havenât paid me for the waffle she bought last interschool festival.â
you wanted to drag it for long because you liked having a reason to talk to him. and it workedâthe mere waffle became the reason why you two get to have something to talk about.
you glare at him for the long nickname heâs given you. he towers over you with a smirk on his face. eyeing you carefully, reciprocating the glare youâre giving him with playful intentions.
you roll your eyes before taking a seat on the bench beside yachi, âiâm not paying you anymore. iâve decided.â you scoff away, crossing your arms against your chest and tsukishima lets out a huff in disbelief but the smile never leaves.
âand why is that?â he asks, tone a bit lower than usual. he props his elbow on his knee to lean forward, taking a good look at you without having yachi or hinata in the way. you side-eye him, âbecause youâre giving me that bad attitude.â
tsukishima chuckles at this, âthank you for noticing. iâm honored to be the subject of your observations.â he teases and you canât help but smile because itâs witty and it takes a lot to even know that itâs subtle flirting.
the background noises take over the situation and when tsukishima sits straight up, you avert your gaze towards the view in front of youâthe entirety of the campus. green grass, college students all over the place, and the antique building standing tall surrounding the field.
âspeaking of,â yachi breaks the peaceful silence, âhinata, your birthday is coming up.â she turns to look at hinata who merely nodded his head, blankly looking up ahead.
kageyama quips in with a hum, âany plans?â
but thereâs nothing. a second passes by, then a minute. a tumbleweed passing by when the vibe gets awkward with the silence taking over after a question.
hinata does not speak. his eyes are unblinking as he looks up front, obvious that his mind is blank. lips unmoving without any sign of speaking up any time soon.
yachi groans. âdonât tell me you donât have any plans, hinata!â she puts both of her hands flat on his broad shoulders and flapping him in and outwards as if to snap him out of his thoughtless trance. âdonât be such a killjoy, hinata! your birthday is on a weekend, make the best of it!â
but hinata has ran out of creative juices, and no matter how hard she convinces him, he canât think of anything fun to do on his birthday.
âletâs just crash his apartment and drink the night away.â kageyama leans back the bench, looking up the sky after nonchalantly suggesting the best idea to hinataâs ears.
hinata perks up to this and immediately turns to look at kageyama with stars for eyes. âyouâre actually a genius, kageyama!â he exclaimed, clutching kageyamaâs hands in his making the ravenette lean back in surprise to the suddenty of the close distance.
âinvite the band, tsukki.â hinata calls out, a smile plastered across his face as excitement slowly takes over himâthe idea of having a party with nothing but friends and drinks after one hell of an academic week tasted like a drug.
tsukishima leans back the bench, sighing out before complaining, âtoo much work. invite them yourself. itâs your birthday.â he waves his hand towards hinataâs direction, an emphasis for the trouble he sees in inviting his bandmates. hinata rolls his eyes at this, âfine.â
you lean back against the bench too, letting your head fall against the rest. you turn your head to the side and the material is cold to your ears but you immediately warm up when you meet tsukishimaâs eyes almost immediately. heâs in the same position as youâboth of you looking at each otherâs direction. the contact lasts for a while until tsukishima decided to be an asshole and shoot you a mocking smirk. with that, you immediately sit back up.
then all of the sudden, everythingâand you mean from head down to your anklesâis hot and warm and unfamiliar to the feeling.
itâs hinataâs birthday and youâre dressed casually when you meet with yachi so that you can go together. the night is young, and the skies are filled with starsâan indication that rain wonât be coming to crash the party. and everything else feels the same as how you did when you stayed for the night to watch tsukishima play.
you arrive to hinataâs apartment in no less than ten minutes, and when you do, his apartment is packed. suddenly, you feel all too out of place when you see unfamiliar faces from corner to corner. and the fact that yachi knows them all doesnât help your outsider syndrome. when you follow her to greet everyone else with a polite bow while she gives them a friendly hug, you feel like leaving.
âhey,â a voice interrupts your inner argument and you turn around sharply to see tsukishima holding two glasses of drink. and as always, a smirk is plastered on his lips.
the frown on your lips is quick to be replaced with a smile that mirrored his. reaching your hand out when he offers the other drink to you. you show him a toothy smile when he brings your glasses together for a toast.
âthank you.â you loll out with your lips protruding out to take a sip of the drink. itâs rich and the alcohol tastes bitterly sweet on your tongue. thereâs a hiss coming to shred your throat into pieces but thatâs the best part, because you get to meet eyes with tsukishima who had just gulped his glass down.
he raises his eyebrows, reaching out to take the empty glass from you. a lazy smirk rested on his alcohol-stained lips. âwant more?â he asks and you nod your head.
he gestures that you follow him to wherever the mini bar was located in hinataâs apartment. leaving yachi to catch up with her other friends. you followed behind tsukishima and you are all too aware of the denim jacket heâs wearing that emphasizes the broadness of his shoulders and the leanness of his figure.
when you two reach the kitchen where the other drinks were, he immediately opens a new bottle and points that you sit down on one of the high stools. he sits beside you and pours you a glass.
cheers, and you both down another glass.
his cheeks are getting redder and you see his features glow in the dim light of the kitchen. you bite your lips as you look down when the alcohol begins to hit. your vision is blurry and when you see hinata and the others coming to crash your solo drinking session with tsukishima, youâre relieved. because you really need to take a break from the rotation.
âhey, donât leave us out.â hinata pouts, running over yo where tsukishima is seated and takes a seat beside him so that tsukishima can pour him a glass.
âto the birthday boy.â he raises a glass, âhappy birthday.â
you grin brightly at the scene and the party goes wild when hinata gets a sip of his nth glass for the night. everything feels alive and you start feeling hot when the kitchen is full of lively people asking for glass after glass.
you get too absorbed in the atmosphere that you didnât even notice tsukishimaâs absence. you pat your pockets for a cig and when you feel two sticks you sigh out. feeling overwhelmed with everything, you decided to excuse yourself for a smoke.
exiting through the front door, deciding to smoke on the patio. but when you open the door, you see tsukishima there, leaning against a pillar, cigarette in between his fingers as he puffs out the smoke.
âyou smoke?â your voice catches him off guard and he makes a lousy attempt to clear the smoke he just puffed out. you chuckled at this, âdonât worry.â you show him the stick of cigar youâre holding between two fingers, indirectly telling him that you smoke too.
you pat your pockets again for a lighter as the cold concrete of the pillar next to tsukishima hits your back. but you groan out when you feel nothing like the lighter you owned.
âaw shit, i forgot my lighter.â
tsukishima snickers at this, smoke leaving his lips when he does and you see how his chest moves down with the exhale he does.
you stare at him for a few second while he puts the material in between his lips, inhaling that bitter taste of nicotine. he lets it linger inside his system for long before puffing out the smoke, and his eyes are half-lidded when he does.
he's enjoying this.
âyou got one?â you ask him. reaching your hand out to borrow a lighter but he only looks at you.
he places his hand down, letting the ashes of the cigarette fall onto the concrete floor.
he licks his lips and he tastes the bitterness there. for a second, youâre expecting that he gives you his lighter to borrow when he reaches out his hand, but no. instead, youâre met with a half-smoked cigarette in front of you.
he nods his head towards it and youâre left dumbfounded. what are you supposed to do with his half-smoked cigar?
âyou know usually people would offer a lighter, not their own cigarette.â you laugh out before tossing your stick back into your pockets to take his lit up, half-smoked one.
you bring it to your lips and inhale the relieving feeling of the smoke engulfing your throat.
you hear him snicker beside you, âyeah but iâm not âusual peopleâ arenât i?â
you roll your eyes at this before letting the smoke leave your lips with a cough. itâs unfamiliar to you. âyour stick is so damn bitter.â you furrow your eyebrows at him, showing your disapproval with the brand that he uses.
he reaches his hand out again, this time, holding your hand that held the cigarette and placing it between his lips to take in a good amount and huffing it out before releasing your hand.
youâre startled with the gesture, heâs so close when he smoked the cigarette. so close that you heard him inhale in the substance. your cheeks are flushed and you donât know from whatâfrom the drinks, from the smoke, or from the distance.
nonetheless, tsukishima is amused.
âyou wanna try something new?â he offers and you wonder what heâs up to. curious of what he means by new, you nod your head.
he looks at you before scratching his neck, leaning back to think about it first. frustrated with the way heâs beating around the bush, you rolled your eyes. âcome on, do it. youâre taking too long.â you groaned.
he chuckles at this but he asks anyways, âyou sure?â itâs a permission disguised as a regular question.
you pursed your lips out, now even more curious with how careful heâs acting. you shrug your shoulders, âyeah.â
it doesnât take him long before heâs bending a tad bit down. taking your handâthe one holding the cigaretteâin his and inhaling in smoke from the almost finished cigarette. he lets go and the smoke hovers on the roof of his mouth as heâs gesturing you to come closer. his fingers moving and you do what youâre told to.
when you both get on a closer distance, he wraps one hand around your neck. using his strength to pull you in and it doesnât take him a lot because your body is obliging to him.
for a split second, youâre confused. but when the smoke enters your own mouth, you realize what heâs doing. his lips are locked and pressed against your tightly, not allowing any speck of smoke to leak. heâs essentially kissing you, if not passing the smoke from mouth-to-mouth.
your eyes widen but you feel relief when you feel the substance hit your throat. tsukishimaâs eyes are open, staring at you while he pulls the most outrageous stunt.
when you both let go, you instinctively lick your lips. a smile making its way to your face when you see tsukishima smirking down on you, seemingly proud of what he has done.
âjust say you want to kiss me, why go through all that trouble?â and you never miss the chance to tease the situation.
tsukishima rolls his eyes at this, âalright.â he mocks back with the same energy.
but he takes it seriously.
he puts an arm around your shoulders before pulling you upwards, forcing you to be on your tippy toes. he leans down and just when heâs inches away from kissing you, he stops. the close distance without contact frustrates you and he doesnât miss the way your lips are pouting, desperate for contact.
âno strings?â he raises an eyebrow.
âno way.â you reply.
and when you do, his lips land on yours. and itâs honestly sexy that you two are sharing a kiss in the middle of the night, outside your friendâs apartment, with the road right in front of you.
the arm that he had wrapped around you tightens with the desperation that seeps out of the kiss you two are sharing out of impulsivity. your hand lets go of the cigarette and it dies down when it hits the concrete hard. with empty hands, your arms wrap themselves around his waist, pulling him closer when the kiss begins to feel deeper.
and it doesnât help when tsukishima begins pushing you and you begin to stumble in your steps. the ground is level and after a few steps, you two are hidden in plain sight in the dark corner of hinataâs apartment.
he pushes you against the wall of the apartment, one hand on your waist and the other attached to the wall beside your head. you on your tippy toes and him bending a tad bit down. no matter how much you try, the height difference still yells.
and it turns tsukishima onâhow the size difference between you two is making him look so much bigger. and you swear, while in this position, tsukishimaâs broad shoulders block you out of everyoneâs view.
his lips never leave yours until he begins to feel the lack of air. a string of saliva is connecting you both and whilst catching for air, he pushes away a strand of hair off your forehead and everything feels so intimate all of the sudden. shying away, you bury yourself onto his chest when you lean towards him.
he chuckles and you feel the vibration against his chest.
âdo you wannaâŚâ you whisper out, biting back your embarrassment. âcontinue?â but you need it. especially when heâs so good at kissing it leaves you wanting for more.
ânever knew you were into voyeurism, [name].â typical tsukishima, never misses the chance to make fun of you and your freaked out state.
you paw against him, desperate to ease the ache forming in between your thighs. âitâs darkânobodyâs going to see us.â
he snickers at your words, one hand trailing down to your lower back and he begins to caress slowly. its achingly slow, it's making you look pathetic. he chuckles lowly and it echoes in your ears, the hand you held against his chest vibrating along. his other hands repositions and it settles firmly on your shoulder blade, as if grounding you to listen to him.
âare we really doing this?â he leans down a bit, eyes searching for yoursâasking for a verbal affirmation from you. his eyes, albeit filled with excitement, were still laced with worry. doubting whether youâre completely sane or did the alcohol kick in.
you shake your head before slipping out a mumbled, âyeah.â your breath hitches, alcohol swirling in and all around your system like an aphrodisiac making you desperate for tsukishimaâs touch. âcome on, you said it yourself: no strings attached.â
he rolls his eyes before finally giving in when heâs got your affirmation. heâs much of a gentleman to attend to your needs, after all.
a hand slips off of your shoulder and his calloused fingertipsâfrom excessive strummingâtouch your skin featherlight. they arenât unpleasant to the touch, if anything, they are magnetic. continuously intoxicating you to desire for more.
his fingers act on their own and before he knows it, heâs got you in a chokehold. your eyes are lidded when he tilts you upwards so that you can meet eyes. a proud smile resting on his lips when your position yells out possessiveness.
he tightens it and he watches your eyes roll back to your head. using his strength, he pulls you in. sticking his tongue out before closing the gap between you two. you held against his wrist, tip toeing to press yourself against him even more.
your lips move in perfect sync, his tongue swirling against yours, saliva mixing with perfectness. he tastes sweet like the alcohol that youâve been drinking. but thereâs a hint of bitterness, the smoke lingering in the back of his throat.
heâs irresistible.
he doesnât pull back. instead, he moves down. his lips touch your chin and your neck. he leans your head to the side so he can kiss along every skin exposed until your clothes get in the way.
he bends down, kissing against the bone of your clavicles. he looks up at you briefly, with slits for eyes and the lust is obviousâyouâve got him turned on. your hand makes its way to your chest, trying to unbutton your blouseâitâs a lame attempt because your fingers are trembling. but he stops you, swatting your hand away to do the job himself.
with one hand, he unbuttons the few first buttons of your blouse. when he does, heâs met with the view of your naked body. your breasts are covered with the privacy of your lace bra.
he canât help but groan. to tease, you jerked your hips upwards, only to be met with his aching erection pressing against your inner thighs.
he hisses when he feels you against him, he harshly pushes you behind. âletâs go slow, yeah? iâm trying my best here.â he cackles out sarcastically while his hand caresses your nape, touch dripping with sensuality.
the softness lasted for a fleeting amount of time when tsukishima suddenly inserts his hand inside of your blouse. his warm hand roaming to explore every inch of your bare back, he pinches a fleshy part and laughs out mockingly when you hiss. it doesnât take long before his fingers tug on the lace of your bra. he watches as you bite down your lips as he unclasps it with ease.
âhm, you seem experienced.â
he merely shrugs at this. your bra is loose, the strap being the only thing thatâs keeping your breasts covered. he relocates his big hand, this time going under your bra and palming you underneath your clothes. your nipples are perked up below his calloused hands, he gropes and pinches them, taking in satisfaction when your face contorts with pleasure from his insane handwork.
âyou like that?â he asks, raising one eyebrow while his voice is low and seductive to your ears. you mindlessly nod your head, overtaken with immense delight after having been touched lightly.
you donât know the reason behind your over sensitivity but youâre certain that you want more.
tsukishima lowers down his head, you have your eyes closed making you unaware of what heâs about to do. but when you hear your blouse unbutton the rest of the buttons restricting him from a view, youâre eyes shoot up. your surprise is fueled even more when he latches onto you without notice.
his teeth graze your nipples and itâs driving you crazy. so instead of reprimanding him, your agape lips let out a sound of bliss. a hitched moan, choked just right below your throatâindication that he caught you off guard.
you squirm beneath him and he adjusts. he breathes out when he detaches from you, your hands trembling when they land on his shoulders. he looks you dead in the eye, âdo we continue?â
and you shamelessly nod your head.
he scoffs out a contemptuous laugh, finding the way youâre practically begging for dick ridiculous.
but he wastes no time in repositioning his hand so that they rest on your inner thighs. with little struggle, he pushes them apartâyour skirt flapping openâand youâre spread out leaning against a wallâit strains you a bit but nothing too much for what is about to happen.
he keeps a knee in between your own, keeping your legs apart before he brushes his fingers against the bareness of your skin. and he reaches your cloth-covered pussy and he hisses out when he feels the wet patch on it.
âyouâre actually so fucking needy for this.â he huffs out in disbelief.
you roll your head back, moaning out softly when he brushes his finger against the slit of your overflowing pussy. âcanât blame meââ you choke on your words when he inserts two fingers inside, curling them upwards before thrusting back and forth.
âhm? continue.â he hums, mocking the way that youâre suddenly speechless when the wave of pleasure from his fingers knocks air out of you.
meanwhile, you had your lips pursed in a thin line, determined not to let out sounds that would be too loud for the people inside the apartment to hear. âah, fuckââ you groan out, eyes rolling to the back of your eyes as your legs begin to tremble and your hand makes it way to grip on his bicep tightly.
âoh, fuck you, tsukishima.â your eyes open and your lips open wide when you finally reach your high and tsukishima slows his pace down to retract his finger.
he watches as your wetness slides down your thighs and thereâs a proud smile on his face. eyes adorning his work of artâyou trembling against the wall, lips quivering and unable to form coherent words.
âyouâre pathetic right now, you should know.â
the consistency of this manânever misses the chance to tease you. albeit his mean words, there is a scornful smile on his lips that stretches widely, obvious that heâs enjoying everything.
he wraps an arm around you. for the record, he takes his time in letting you ride down your highâeven putting in the effort to nestle you into his hold, his warmth acting as some sort of soothing method.
âstill good?â his voice is softer this time. his arms around you are comforting rather than firm and suffocating. and despite the throbbing pain that shoots down his lower extremities, he still asks.
you nod your head, patting your hands against his chest before clearing your throat and gesturing below to where his erection is obviously up. his eyes follow to where youâre pointing and chuckles when he sees the evidence of his own arousal.
âi canât do this out here, [name].â he whispers out, chuckling in between words.
you look up at him, âthen take me to your apartment.â certainty is apparent with the way you say itâno hesitation and words clear.
he laughs again, finding the entire situation worth the laugh. âthen get into my car, princess.â he points to where his car is parked, bending a bit down to show his princely charms.
you see his car across the street, pursing your lips tight before clearing your throat again. you close your blouse with one hand and you squiggle a bit, trying to realign your panties back into position. and you began walking with tsukishima snickering behind you.
you clasped the seatbelt tight as tsukishima starts the engine, when it does, it revs quietly.
when the car starts moving, you ask, âarenât they going to wonder why we left without saying anything?â tsukishima shrugs, steering the wheel with one hand while the other rests on the gear.
âtheyâre too drunk to even notice i bet.â
you chuckle at this because he has a point.
along the quiet highway, his speed begins to pick up and you wonder whatâs got him all worked up. âarenât we driving a bit too fast?â you chuckle nervously, firmly holding onto the handle before you hear tsukishima smack his wet lips together.
â[name],â he swerves to the side. a highway lit up with nothing but streetlight and a few 24/7 convenience stores in the distance, you and him inside of a car with nothing but the empty road in the vicinity. truly dangerous. âi canât do this.â
you hear him say it lowly then itâs followed by the sound of his seatbelt clicking and the next thing you realize is him pulling you towards him with his hand around your neck.
your eyes widen for the first few seconds of his lips roughly crashing into yours. but it doesnât take you long before you start feeling like butter when you melt into the passion he pours into the kiss. his fingers tangle themselves into your hair while his other hand trespass the privacy of your clothes to grope you again.
âfuck, you taste so fucking good.â he moans out into the kiss and you feel like youâre being tugged towards the driverâs seat when his hand leaves your breast to land on your waist.
and he indeed, pulls you into his seat. the car wobbles a bit when you relocate, now sitting on his lap with your back arched when your clothes pussy makes contact with his erection.
even with just a mere erection, you can feel his thickness. and the thought of having it inside you made you want it even more.
so, you begin to grind shamelessly on his lap. the wet patch on your pussy forming on his own as you roughly grind back and forth on his arousal.
âoh fuck.â he groans into the kiss before jerking his hips upwards to meet your grinds. but heâs unsatisfied. he plants his hands firmly on your waist and stops you, making you whine.
âwhaâwhy?â
he begins unbuckling his belt and his dick is released of any restriction. âoh my, fuck you.â he curses and you watch how his dick twitches with excitement.
you plant your knees on either side of him before putting your panties to the side and palming his tip. your fingertips caress his sensitiveness tip before you finally let it touch your entrance.
you bite your lips down when the feeling of it rushes to every part of your body. with closed eyes and a half-assed moan of his name, you let yourself sink into his lengthy girth. his dick is unsurprisingly big that it stretches you out and it strains you. his thumb draws circles on your waist, a lame attempt in easing your discomfort on trying to adjust to his size.
âfuck, you feel so good, baby.â you lean back when his tip finally makes contact to your good spot and his entire length is gone from visionâinside of you.
he canât speak. because youâre squeezing him so damn tight itâs driving him crazy. âloosen up, baby. i canât moveâŚâ he groans out, firmly clasping his hand on your hips.
he feels your pussy loosens and his dick twitches. seated on his lap, you began to bounce up and down. letting his tip hit your good spot over and over again. but tsukishima is left wanting for more when heâs discontented with your pace. so, he helps you by jerking his hips upwards again. the sound of skin slapping echoing in the small car.
âah fuck, [name], youâre squeezing me soâah.â he moans out loud and you hear it because he has his lips next to you ear when youâre slumped weakly on his shoulder. âahâtight⌠so good, babyâŚâ
âfuck, tsukishimaââ you bite your lips down before opting to bite onto his shoulder. âim soânghâcloseâŚâ your hips bounce even faster with your body desperate to chase that high.
tsukishima immediately puts his hands on your waist, pulling himself out of you before he shoots his loadâwhite cum decorating your stomach. while your body trembles with cum leaking out of your pussy staining his pants.
your body is weak when the orgasm ends. you canât help but lean against him, let your eyes close as sleepiness tries to take over.
tsukishima sighs out, breathes out heavy breaths. looking to his side to see you asleep on his shoulder while you straddled his lap. he lets out a laugh.
âah, so youâre the type to get sleepy after it, huh.â
when you wake up, youâre not met with the black sheets of your bed. instead, youâre met with fluffier white sheets and on a bed far wider than your twin-sized bed. and youâre not wearing anything of the thin fabric clothes you own but youâre covered in an oddly oversized cotton fabric shirt.
the space beside you is empty. and the surroundings are cold, eyes slowly drifting to the turned on air conditioning system. you feel the cotton fabric stick to your naked skin, and when you peel below, you wore nothing except your underwear.
you shoot up, standing and the cold tiles of the floor make contact with your bare feetâit's a relief when you remember the hell you went through last night wearing heels.
your eyes scan the entirety of the room youâre inâblack-painted walls, cabinets holding oddly masculine things, and two electric guitars hanging on the wall.
this is definitely not your room.
you walk on eggshells, traversing across the room to get to the slightly agape door. you perk through the small crack and see the living room. the couch, facing forward, was occupied by someone.
someone so familiar. his broad shoulders are out in the open as he keeps one arm resting against the couch rest. his hair is disheveled, obvious that he had just woken up. the television is running sone sort of channelâa volleyball match.
you absentmindedly push the door further open and it creaks loudly. you hiss when it does because the man slowly turns his head around.
âhad a good nightâs sleep?â
his voice is lower than usual, an even more apparent sign that he just got up. his face is free of any of the usual glasses that you see, bare-faced and slightly wet from facial wash.
âis thisâŚâ you tread lightly as you inch towards him, holding the shirt around you tighter. âyour apartment?â
he nods his head before patting the space beside him, encouraging you to sit. you do as he tells you but you let a bit of distance get in between, intimidated by the size of his apartment.
âi took you home since you fell asleep in my car. didnât know where yours is so yeah.â he lowers the volume on his television. âyou wanna go? i can give you a ride.â
you stay quiet, the clothes around you feel cold when the centralized air conditioning system finally settles in the deep parts of your exposed skin.
he notices your discomfort, âoh right. your clothes.â he stands up, goes around the room to get your clothes that hang loosely on one of his dining chairs.
he hands you them but he doesnât miss the faint surprise in your face. then some thought troubles him.
âdo you not remember what happened?â his voice is a bit higher than usualânervous that you might say no and that he might have taken advantage of you.
you donât overlook the obvious anticipation and immediately shake your head. âof course i doââ your breath hitches when your eyes lower themselves to catch a glimpse of his swollen red lips. âiâm just⌠really surprised, that's all.â you look away.
you immediately scatter from where you sat, âoh my, iâm not overstaying am i?â
tsukishima chuckles at this, ânah.â he waves his hands off, âyou can stay if you want. matter of fact, iâd rather that you do stay.â he raises one eyebrow before finally settling back to sit on the couch and taking your wrist along with him.
when the couch hits your back, you donât only feel the comfort of his warm cushions. but the warmth of his arms as well because he has you underneath his arm. his palm planted firmly on your shoulder as he looks up in front to watch the television.
âis this necessary?â you chuckle, but nonetheless curling up into his arms.
his chest vibrates when he laughs with you. âthought you might be cold wearing nothing underneath my shirt.â he says smoothly and your cheeks blush red.
he feels you shrink under him and he rumbles in amusement. âyou know, youâre shy for someone who was so damn bold last night.â
your eyebrows furrow and your cheeks redden almost instantly. you shoot up, firmly placing your hands on his thighs as you look up. âwell iâm sorry but i got to say you were really goodâmade me forget about a lot of things so iâm looking forward to this partnership.â
heâs silent with a patronizingly amused expression on his face. itâs obvious that heâs growing pretentious with your words, proud that heâs made you feel good.
âyeah? call me when you need some serious forgetting thenâand iâll call you for mine.â
youâre all dressed up for a date. cheeks all pink from blush, lips are red like blood and your hair is all done like youâre about to star on a met gala.
but your clothes are ruffled from all the time youâve spent sitting on a high stool in some bar that a guy decided to take you for a first date. except the guy never showed up. and youâre stuck in your seat, holding a glass of dark liquor.
when you take a sip, itâs bland. the ice had already melted and it tasted horrible.
your phone rings beside you and the caller i.d read his nameâtsukishima. you roll your eyes before finally answering, putting the phone at a distance from your ear. âhello? why are you calling meâiâm not in the mood to fuck iâm sorryââ
âyachi said you didnât show up for the afterparty.â
oh right, the afterparty of your college block that you ditched on purpose because you had this stupid date that you got stood up on.
âuh, yeah, tell her iâm sorry about that too.â
tsukishima stays silent on the line but you donât hang up. the thought of someone on the other end of the call, listening to the noisy ambiance of the bar felt reassuring.
âwhere are you?â he finally speaks.
you lick your lips before biting, âi have a really bad night tsukishima, i canât do shit right now.â
âthatâs why iâm askingâisnât that why iâm here?â he cuts in the line and youâre pissed off. why canât he just leave you alone for this one night.
âlisten, i just got stood up. i really canât fuck you right now.â you bluntly confess and thereâs a mocking scoff on the other end before he speaks out. âsomeone stood you up? what an asshole.â
you rolls your eyes, âwhy do you care?â
âyeah why do i? location, please.â he doesnât care how pathetic he sounds right now, tone desperate that he come to your side to be your knight-in-shining-armor.
the call ends once you tell him the name of the bar and you sit quiet in the noisy bar, a glass of bland dark tequila in your hand and an aching lips that is needy for one makeout session with tsukishima. thatâs all that you need right now to forget the fact that youâve been stood up.
the bell on the door rings and you look straight to the entrance. seeing him wearing a denim jacket and disheveled hair. you raise your hand up and he spots you, immediately making his way to you right after he orders a drink.
he sits beside you, both you facing the window and your backs facing everyone else in the bar. the distance between you two are almost non-existent with the way heâs constantly trying to evade your personal space.
âwhy are you still staying here?â his voice is sultry when he asks, taking two glasses off the waiterâs tray before they move on. he pushes the other one to you and you take it, immediately gulping the entire shot.
you groan out the spice that you feel when it hits your throat with maximum flavor. âbecause i need a drink. because i got stood up.â
he chuckles at this, he observes how your cheeks are flushed from the drink and your lips are slightly plumpier than usual.
âi think you need more than a drink.â
his hands get under the table, away from prying eyes and they land on your thighs. his fingers immediately caress the plump flesh inside and itâs dangerously close to your aching core.
you bite your lips down when his fingertips touch your clothes pussy. âreally? here?â you hiss quietly, only for him to hear, subconsciously closing your legs.
he snickers and there is a mocking edge to it, especially when he says, âisnât this what we always do? why should it feel different when we do it secretly around people?â his fingers slip inside and his nails graze the inside, he feels you tighten almost instantly.
you lower your head, propping your elbow on the table when he picks up a steady pace. you hear your own heavy breathing echoing when you finally plant your head down.
thereâs lewd noises coming out in whispers that only you and him can hear. itâs all muffled and silent when the surroundings is loud with multiple chit chattering happening all at once.
a waiter approaches and offers a drink. tsukishima smiles politely before telling that he will purchase two. meanwhile, you are being tortured under the table, lips bleeding when you bite down onto it to try and keep your noises to yourself.
but he feels so good.
ânghâŚâ escapes your lips and fortunately, the waiter has already gone to another table.
he picks up his speed even more and your body jerks up. your hand then plant on his thighs, gripping tightly when the know begins to unfold. his fingers are coated in your white goodness and there is an arrogant smile on his lips.
âdrink up. iâll drive you back home.â
you shake your head at this, âwhy would you do that?â you spit out, alcohol speaking for you.
but itâs a question youâve been meaning to ask. a question that you need to hear an answer for because you two are in a roundabout that does nothing but confuse you.
tsukishimaâs breath falters for a second, wondering what he would reply but thereâs already a response in his head that he dares not say.
itâs three words and eight letters.
he dares not say it because he knows you have a point. why would he go all the way as to drive you home when you have your own car waiting in the parking lotâwhen you two are merely in this intimate partnership and nothing more.
just two people using each other to forget things.
his silence is all you need. silence that clarifies everything. nothingness that teaches you regret.
maybe you shouldnât have let yourself in this kind of set up in the first place.
especially when youâve had your eyes set on him the moment you saw him up on the stage, artistic in design and magnetizing to the eyes.
while munching on whatever snack you decided to feast on, you get a notification.
tsukishima: come over, studio. yachi is here.
your eyebrows furrowed, confused on why heâs suddenly inviting you to their band practices. âwell, this is new.â you swallow your food before tossing the wrapper inside the bin, whilst typing in your reply:
you: 5 mins
thereâs hesitation when your finger presses onto the send button, waiting for you to let go for the function to be activated.
but when your eyes close and you see a vision of you in that room, front row to the art that made you fall deep, thereâs a haptic sound from your phone indicating that the message has been sent.
oh, heâs got you helpless.
tsukishima puts his phone back into his pockets when he reads your response on the notification window. immediately focusing back on whatever arrangement they are working on.
you walk towards the campus studio, where the college band works on new pieces to play when representing the name of the university. you havenât been inside the studio yet, and you donât know what to expect when tsukishima suddenly invites you.
a bunch of cologne-reeking men playing their instruments with mastery. and an expert electric guitarist that had you in a mating press just last night in his apartment because he was fed up with the way his drummer is constantly ordering him around.
and now that youâre invited, youâre actually excited to see what their drummer looks like.
and when you step foot inside, you certainly weren't expecting such appealâhis black shirt is loose, draping in one shoulder making an off-shoulder appearance. ripped jeans and drumsticks swirling in between his fingers as he tapped on the bass drum below. and thereâs a smug smile resting on his lips.
âoh, [name]!â yachi catches you by the door and immediately stands up from the floor. hinata follow then, seems like the two were just slacking around.
your eyes search for a certain blond anyways, closing the door behind you to catch yachi in your arms. âwhy are you here?â she asks you with wide eyes. you look around and your heart beat faster when you see no sight of the man who invited you in the first place and now you feel like youâre intruding.
âi called her over.â tsukishimaâs voice sounds from behind you and you see him busying himself with an amplifier. âthought itâd be a good idea since youâre here too.â
yachi shoots you a teasing look and you shake your head disapprovingly before she drags you towards an empty space where she and hinata were sitting before you arrived.
their a faint buzz from their electric driven instruments. and with the count of the drummerâs sticks, the band begins to play an unfamiliar arrangement. all of them seemingly on their game when a smile spreads on their lips.
but theyâre interrupted when their drummer makes a mistake in the timing.
âmy bad.â he chuckles lowly and your eyes scan his actions.
heâs everything that tsukishima described to you while you moaned out his name. everything that he complained to you while youâre catching your high, your legs spread apart and his cock deep inside you.
the man that he speaks of all night while heâs buried inside you is sitting on a stool, chuckling innocently all for a mistake he did.
you can see tsukishimaâs annoyance from where you sat, inattentively listening to yachi and hinata. he snaps his gaze towards you as if indirectly telling you a âseeâ and you chuckle at this.
but the drummer catches you. a smile snaking its way to his lips as he nods his head to your direction when your eyes meet. âyouâre a new face. tsukishimaâs?â
you immediately shake your head, âa friend.â you purse your lips into a thin line but the air gets awkward when tsukishimaâs hand slips and accidentally strums a loud note that echoes repeatedly.
âoh yeah?â the drummer lolls out. ânice to meet ya. suna rintarou. as you can seeâdrummer.â
yeah, youâve known his name all this time, only because tsukishima has been cursing him over and over again with every thrust that he delivers sending shivers down your spine to how good it feels when the tip of his cock hits your good spot.
he begins drumming a piece that doesnât sound anything like the arrangement theyâre playing. and it sounds so familiar. he keeps his eyes on you while he bangs on the drum set.
you look down and realize youâre wearing a band shirt. and heâs playing a song of theirs.
âyeah?â he nods along and thereâs a smile on your face when you realize that he just recognized them. âfellow obscure artist listener?â he ends the piece with a chuckle, bopping his head when you finally vibe with him.
thereâs a wide smile on your lips when you inch closer, dragging yourself so you can speak a bit closer. âoh yeah.â you point to your shirt and he laughs.
âtell me your favorites.â and the conversation lasts for another five minutes or so until suna is finally pulled out of the interaction when the bassist strums harshly, ushering him to continue with the practice.
âreally sorry, but we need to practice, yeah?â
tsukishima is fed up again. a deadpan expression on his face as his grip on the guitarâs neck tightens and he almost snaps his pick into two. he looks up before finally strumming it harshly when his part comes in.
his guitar is louder and suna looks back at him, âyo. too loud. turn it down.â
he subtly rolls his eyes under his closed eyes before obliging, tuning down his amp so that their instruments blend smoothly again.
and youâre unaware of everything.
you spend the entire afternoon listening to their arrangement over and over again. and along the way, you actually build some sort of connection with suna when he remarks out comments that only you catch the reference to because itâs about your favorite band.
when the practice is over, tsukishima calls out to you while heâs putting his things back into his bag, swirling the wire around his fingers so itâs tucked neatly. you walk over to his side with raised eyebrows, âyeah?â
he tucks the wire inside the bag, âlet me take you home.â he stand in front you, exhausted with the extensive practice they just did and his shoulders slump lazily. he looks down on you, begging that you say yes.
you swallow a lump before pathetically looking away, âyou really donât have to.â you try but he insists. âplease.â
you can hear the yearning in his voice. although his expressions donât say much, youâve grown closer to him that even with the slightest shift of tone in his voice, you notice.
and while youâre as emotionally wrecked as he is right now, your body lets out a sigh and your head nods. âalright.â
and you donât understand how youâre easily giving into him and his selfish needs that he uses you to forget his own problems. perhaps, your mind has adapted to the lifestyle that you two have agreed on.
you follow him to his car outside the campus. youâre comfortable in the passenger seatâthere is a tube of lip gloss, a compact mirror along with an unused handkerchief and a packet of rubber in his compartment, evidence that youâre expected every time.
you notice it, even if itâs a small detail, because your heart warms to the fact that he does these little things.
little things that barely mean anything. and the fact that you let it linger in your mind longer than necessary, haunts you.
because it shouldnât be anything.
it shouldnât occupy such a vulnerable space inside of your mind. but it does, and that scares you.
thatâs why little by little, youâre trying to say no. to refuse when he asks for you and your body. because youâre opening up piece by piece and to you, heâs still a hard shell youâve yet to unravel. and itâs hard because thereâs unwillingness from him.
thereâs obvious reluctance in opening up to youâas if youâre unwelcome to the raw version of him. while you are slowly being unveiled unintentionally by him and his confusing actions.
the engine revs and the car finally starts moving. thereâs quiet silence in the way that you two are just sitting, eyes up front to the view of the road and lips unmoving without words.
but you want to talk. you want to talk to him about everything.
but youâre scared that if you do, youâd cross another boundary in your so-called partnership.
so instead of initiating a conversation, you wait. even if it takes minutes before he finally speaks, youâll hold on to that little hope that tsukishimaâs lips will moves to say words that youâd hear out.
âyou were really happy with suna back there.â
he breaks the silence with the words you least expected youâd hear from him.
your head snaps to the side, eyes a tad bit wider than normal as you peer your head to see his expression. you canât see his face clearlyâitâs hidden underneath the stray bangs that covered half of his face when he has his chin on his propped hand, one hand on the steering wheel.
you lean back to your seat when the seatbelt restricted you from leaning in further. thereâs a frustrated thud when you do.
âreally? i didnât even notice.â
thereâs a disbelieved scoff exiting his lips when you say the last word. âyeah, hard to notice when youâre so into the conversation you two were having.â thereâs a sarcastic sneer when he says it and it doesnât go unnoticed by you.
you chuckle mockingly when you realize the story.
âyeah?â you taunt, âwhatâs it to you if i had fun?â thereâs wit when you say it, a hidden intention to push tsukishimaâs buttons.
his hand turns white when his grip onto the steering wheel tightens, eyebrows furrowing when your words get to him.
you decide to push further, âdoes it make you jealous?â a toothy grin up your lips and your eyes side-eye him to check his expressions.
his jaw tightens and you see the firm grip he has on the steering wheel. then after a fleeting moment, a scoff is all that he can give you as a response.
not a sentence, no word, just a scoff.
it weirds you outâthe way that he doesnât put in any effort to deny what you just said. a simple no wouldâve been nice.
âwhy would it? itâs not like weâre together or whatââ you look away immediately but your words get interrupted with a harsh screech from his car. and when you look out the window, your apartmentâs in view.
âget out,â the lock of the doors to his car clicks open as he firmly tells you to get out of his car.
out of surprise, you arenât able to move in time when his patience finally runs out. his own seatbelt clicks before heâs hovering over you, pulling the seatbelt off of you before grabbing you by your collar and the next thing you realize happening is your lips against him in a harsh kiss.
his teeth graze your lips and it feels suffocating because he does it with so much force. the hand he has on your collar loosens and relocates to grip your chin with the same amount of intensity.
your hand immediately comes up to push against his chest and he pulls away, eyes lingering on your widened ones.
âthe fuck?â you curse out before patting your shirt back down when he gripped it upwards earlier. âwhatâs wrong with you all of a sudden?â
he sighs out before running a hand through his hair and adjusting his glasses as he leans back to his seat to grip the wheel again.
he clicks his own door open before spitting out a cold âi said get out.â
he gets off the car and walks around to open your door, his hand slips around your wrist to tug you out. itâs firm but the careful gentleness is still there. the door slams close and he clicks his key to lock the doors. he yanks you again, this time towards your apartment door where he opens with zero hesitation with his own keys that you gave him.
the door creaks open and he pushes you inside before intruding in himself. at this point, youâre just going with everything that heâs doing, too startled to even form a coherent sentence to ask him whatâs wrong.
and it all becomes clear when the door closes with a slam and youâre pressed against it. the lock clicks when he turns it.
âis this what this is about?â you finally speak out when he hovers quietly over you, head resting low, powerless from your words. âme and him talking and you donât like that?â thereâs a laugh in between your words, as if to mock his current situation that he so dreaded from happening.
your head turns to the side to look away with an unamused grin on your lips because heâs refusing to speak clearly to you.
as much as you want him to man up and speak, you know he has no obligations in doing that to you. because again, this is mere physical intimacyânothing emotional is supposed to be going on.
âtalk to me, tsukishima.â your voice is low, desperation still seeping through as your hand tightens into a fist.
the hand he had planted next to your hand snakes surrenderingly to the side of your head. cupping your cheeks and caressing the softness of your skin before he leans in to kiss you again.
âkei.â he corrects you but it does nothing to soothe the fast beating of your heart.
your lips are molding into one another again when he pulls you back in, plump flesh intertwined into a passionate share of kiss. his lips are trying to open yours and when you get the signal, you let his tongue inside. heâs tangling you both into a knot, as if heâs desperate to become one with you.
you let out a lewd sound when his fingers make contact with your neck, slowly encasing until heâs got you in a chokeholdâperks of this partnership is that he knows what you want.
he only gets more and more aroused when he feels your throat vibrating with your muffled sounds, helpless when his lips are devouring your own.
he pulls away but his grip tightens, âyou know how i feel about him.â he spits out and your eyebrows furrowâdid you actually make him jealous?
âwhyââ your breath hitches when his free hand leaves your waist and moves to lazily push the buttons of your blouse off. you try to pay no mind to his sensual shenanigans, ââdo you care? why should⌠i adjust for you?â
you know what game youâre playing here, you are all too aware that you have the upperhand. just a few more words and you can coax the words that youâve been meaning to hear from his own red and swollen lips.
âare you seriously jealous?â
your words hold humor but thereâs clear intention behind them. and when tsukishima doesnât speak, you take it as a yes.
âbut why?â you ask breathily when his hand falls flat on your stomachâyour blouse now open and your torso out in the air. âwe agreed to no strings attached.â you chuckle sarcastically but your teasing lilt falls silent when his hand makes its way around you to unclasp your bra with ease.
it falls onto the ground and youâre half-naked in front of him, still begging that he tells you something.
it's ironic to you, you're asking questions and telling words that contradict your own feelings. because, since when did you ever see this as something so light as "no strings attached"?
his lips twitch when he hears you ask why, but his body refuses to listen to his unorganized mind that begs him to take a moment. he lowers his body before tilting his head to latch onto your nipple, his other hand stroking your breast and it only fuels his desires when he hears you failing to hold back your moans.
âi asked⌠nghâyou why.â youâre close to crying when the desperation to keep him so close to you and the restless need for answers begin to combine.
your fingers tangle themselves into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer when his tongue starts to do wonders on your perked up nipples. your knees buck and you melt in between the door and him sucking on your nipple. your core is aching and you feel your panties getting wetter with every passing moment.
he pulls back, âiâm sorry.â he mumbles out while his hand is slowly undoing the lock on your pants, pulling
down the zipper before he takes it halfway off of you.
heâs not even letting you catch your breath when he kneels down, takes your leg and puts it over his shoulder.
âwhyââ youâre lost for words when his nose hits your aching core. he sniffs your panties without shame, making your cheeks warmer than ever and your thighs painful with the need to close them but his head is in between them. âwhy are you saying sorryâŚ?â
he acts as if he doesnât hear you when his teeth makes contact with your wet pussy, he pulls your panties off with his teeth and you let out a moan of his name, âfuck, keiâ!â and without sparing another second, he clings onto your hot sensitiveness with his tongue entering you in a matter of seconds.
with just this, you feel overstimulated. your shoulders and hands are trembling when you hold onto his broad shoulders, heâs constantly nipping and sucking onto your wetness without breaks and it feels like youâre about to break any second.
there are tears forming in your eyes, lips bleeding when you bite onto them hard when his tongue continues to please you up until heâs had you squirting all over his face.
âkei⌠it feels so fuckingâahâgood.â
he pulls back, holds onto your waist when you start to fall under your own weightâthe orgasm taking over your strength and you feel like a melting candle under his flame hot passion to make you his.
he then carries you bridal style, moves across the living area to meet with your bedâs edge. he tosses you harshly onto the bed, pulls off your pants completely along with your underwear.
you try to fight back, in hopes that you come down from your high completely first but he doesnât back down. instead, he kisses all over stomach while actively taking his shirt off.
he stands tall over you, eyes free of the glasses he usually wore and his eyebrows furrowed. thereâs evident confusion in his eyes, but thereâs also a lingering need behind them. and you canât exactly pinpoint what kind of needâitâs not the usual glint of lust you see when you two do this, itâs far more intense to just be labeled as a sign of lust.
he reaches out for your wrist and guides your hand over his toned abs. his fingers caressing your own while he does so.
when you two are looking into each otherâs eyes, your lips move to speak.
âdo you love me?â
your hand drops to your side when he lets go abruptly. thereâs a frown on his lips before he tilted his head to the side while his fingers were busy undoing his pants.
âwhat would you want to hear?â
he places both of his hand beside your head and he hovers completely, his dick hangs loose off the restriction of his pants and itâs fully erect with arousal, the tip touching your stomach when he teases you unintentionally.
the tears that formed in the corners of your eyes finally fell loose. your eyebrows furrowed with emotions and your body is shaking when you reach out to wrap your arms around him.
he lowers himself a little and the next thing you feel is your inside slowly growing fuller and fuller with his length.
âoh fuck.â he groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he feels you pulsating against him. itâs utterly sexy to himâthe way you feel so welcoming when heâs fully inside, as if your pussy has been waiting for his dick.
you bite your lips down and thereâs an loving feel to your expression.
âi canât do this anymore, [name].â is what he says before he begins to thrust into you at a slow pace. his hips hitting yours when he does so, âi canât fuck you properly when youâve just talked like that with him.â
he speaks as if his name is not worth muttering.
his pace grows faster, groaning with every hit. his hair is disheveled and there is sweat rolling down his face, âi canât have you talking with him when youâre like this with me.â he watches your face contort with pleasure.
âso fucking vulnerable with me and you let him talk to you like that?â
now itâs obvious.
heâs faster than ever now, the bed creaks and youâre scared it might break with his pace and intensity. youâre crying now, begging that he go slow because it feels like heâs splitting you open. but he doesnât falter.
âgo⌠fuckâahâslower!â you mewl out with a loud moan, your heartbeat fast when you realize your volume. âkeiâ!â
âi canât slow down baby,â he groans out, his hips bucking into you making your body vibrate and jiggle. ânot when youâve made me feel like this.â
you close your eyes, mind circling with stars as youâre drunk with the feeling of his dick becoming one with you. youâre tightening with every second, pleasure washing over you like never before. he groans out loudly when he begins aching from the suffocating hold you had on him.
tsukishima plants his hands on your hips firmly when he feels his high coming, and before you know it, you feel empty when he pulls out. he doesnât even need to give it a stroke before white goodness starts gushing out of his dick and heâs spraying it onto your stomach.
he notices that youâre still not coming so he immediately puts three fingers inside of you before muttering a small, âsorry.â as he pumps them in and out in lightning speed that has you trembling in no time.
âfuck fuck, waitâkeiââ you yell out, holding onto his hands as if telling him that your body is in pain and when he pulls away, your body releases. white cum and youâre squirting all over him too.
he breathes out heavily as he watches you come undone beneath him. your breasts are red with bite marks, pussy wet with clear and white liquids and your hair disheveled when he tugged onto them a while ago.
he licks his lips before lowering himself onto you, giving your swollen, lonely lips a fat kiss.
when you two are sitting side by side on the edge of the bed with the covers around your naked body and him half-naked holding a lit up cigarette in one hand, there is comforting silence. he hands you the cigarette and lets you take a blow.
âlet me stay by your side, i promise iâll make it worthwhile.â
im my no1 hater when it comes to my own works <3 this is pure word vomit & kinda rushed bcs i got lazy
cw: suggestive content, reader is depicted to be shorter than him (non-specified height)
;; boyfriend!ushijima has a âhand-on-hipâ or âhand-on-napeâ policy. because of the sheer height difference, heâs constantly finding ways to tether you to him. whether youâre standing in line for coffee or walking through somewhere, his large, calloused hand is either resting firmly on the small of your back or his fingers are hooked into your back pocket, pulling you flush against his side. He likes the physical reminder that youâre right there.
;; boyfriend!ushijima uses his wealth in the most understated, attractive way possible. he doesnât brag, but youâll mention your favorite snacks are running low, and the next day, a box of twelve arrives at your door. he thinks itâs only logical to provide the best for you. If youâre tired and he canât take you home, heâs already booked a car to pick you up so you donât have to walk. heâll look you dead in the eye and say, âyou deserved the upgrade,â as if spending a small fortune on your comfort is as natural as breathing.
;; boyfriend!ushijima is a fan of you wearing his oversized clothes. he knows heâs massive, and he likes the way you look drowned in his clothing. heâll purposefully leave his heaviest, most expensive cashmere sweaters at your place just so he can come over and find you wearing nothing but the knit and a pair of wool socks. he wonât say anything at first; heâll just walk up behind you, bury his face in the crook of your neck, and inhale deeply, his large hands bracketing your waist.
;; boyfriend!ushijima is incredibly observant during quiet moments. while youâre reading or working, youâll feel his gaze on youâheavy and intense. when you look up, he doesnât look away. he just watches the way your lips move when you think or the way your shirt slips off your shoulder. âyouâre very beautiful,â heâll state plainly, his voice dropping an octave, âi find it difficult to focus on anything else when you're in the room.â
;; boyfriend!ushijima has a very specific âgym recoveryâ routine that involves you. after a long training session, heâs needy in a way only you see. heâll sit on the floor between your legs while youâre on the couch, letting you massage his shoulders. the heat radiating off his skin is intense, and heâll tilt his head back to look at you, his eyes dark and hooded, silently demanding a kissâor something moreâas thanks for his hard work.
;; boyfriend!ushijima handles you like youâre the most precious thing he owns, yet heâs remarkably firm. he likes to pick you upâto reach things on high shelves, or just because he wants to feel your legs wrapped around his waist. thereâs something about the way he can support your entire weight with just one arm while the other holds your face that makes your heart absolutely race.
;; boyfriend!ushijima is a literal furnace in bed. sleep with him means being tucked securely under his arm, his chest acting as your pillow. heâs a heavy sleeper, but the second you try to wiggle away in the morning, his grip tightens instinctively. heâll mumble your name into your hair, his morning voice rasping and deep, pulling you back down until youâre pinned beneath his sheer mass. âstay,â he commands, and with the way heâs looking at you, you wouldnât dream of leaving.
;; boyfriend!ushijima views your body with the same disciplined intensity he applies to volleyballâhe studies you until he knows every curve, every sensitive patch of skin, and exactly which touch draws a specific sound from your throat. he isnât loud about his desire, but itâs constant. youâll be at a dinner party, surrounded by his wealthy associates, and heâll keep his expression perfectly stoic while his hand slides under the table, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your inner thigh, inching upward just enough to make your breath hitch while he continues a conversation about athletics as if he isnât undoing you.
;; boyfriend!ushijima has a thing for your neck. heâs a âmarker.â heâll be behind you, his large hands sliding under your top to grip your hips, and heâll pepper heavy, wet bites along the sensitive skin of your shoulder. he likes the visual proof that you belong to him, and heâll linger on a spot until heâs satisfied with the color, his thumb tracing the bruise he just left while he watches your reaction in the mirror.
;; âboyfriend!ushijima is obviously a fan of so-called claiming behaviors that border on obsessive. he finds it logical that because you are his, you should carry his scent and his marks. if youâre wearing a dress with an open back, you can expect him to spend the morning leaving a trail of biting kisses along your shoulder blades and the nape of your neck. he also likes the visual of his handprints lingering on your hips the next day; itâs a silent, physical receipt of how thoroughly he looked after you the night before.
;; boyfriend!ushijima has a side to him that only comes out when youâre alone in his penthouse. after a shower, heâll walk out with nothing but a low-slung towel, the water still dripping down the deep V of his abdomen. he knows exactly what heâs doing when he corners you against the kitchen counter, leaning in so the heat from his damp skin rolls off him in waves. heâll take your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back to expose your throat, and whisper, âiâve been thinking about this since you arrived a while ago on the third set,â before his mouth finds yours with a hunger that is anything but âpolite.â
;; boyfriend!ushijima finds your reactions to his wealth almost as endearing as your reactions to his touch. heâll buy you silk lingerie that costs more than a car just because he âwondered how the fabric would feel against your skinâ under his hands. heâll help you dress, his large fingers fumbling slightly with delicate clasps, but heâll inevitably end up unzipping it halfway through because the sight of you in something he bought specifically to take off you is too much for even his legendary self-control to handle.
;; boyfriend!ushijima gets incredibly possessive when you wear his dress shirts. because heâs so broad, the fabric hangs off you, barely covering what it needs to. heâll watch you walk across the room, his eyes tracking the way the hem rides up, and heâll suddenly lose all interest in whatever he was doing. heâll catch you by the wrist as you pass, pulling you onto his lap, his hands sliding underneath the fabric to find bare skin. âi think,â heâll murmur against your neck, âthat you look better without this.â
;; boyfriend!ushijima has zero stamina issues. he treats intimacy like a marathon, not a sprint. heâs methodical, patient, and incredibly thorough. heâll keep you awake until the early hours of the morning, his body moving with a powerful, rhythmic precision that reminds you heâs a professional athlete. just when you think youâre finished, heâll flip you over, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress, and whisper, âdone? iâm nowhere near done with you yet, my love.â
;; boyfriend!ushijima aftercare is a masterclass in silent devotion. once heâs thoroughly exhausted you, he becomes a gentle giant. heâll carry you to the bath, his arms never wavering despite the late hour, and wash you with a tenderness that feels almost sacred. heâll wrap you in one of his oversized robes, tuck you into the high-thread-count sheets, and pull you flush against his chest. he likes it when you fall asleep while heâs still inside you, his hand resting heavy and protective over your heart, marking the rhythm of the only person who can make the great ushijima wakatoshi weak in the knees.
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âBaby, please.â
Bokutoâs voice was already rough with need, his massive hands gripping your waist like he was seconds from losing his mind. His body was practically vibrating with energy, broad chest rising and falling, golden eyes dark with something desperate.
âYou know I play better when I have you first,â he panted, hips grinding against your ass, hard, hot, and so damn thick even through his shorts.
Your breath hitched, pulse hammering as you felt just how ready he was. âKou, we shouldnâtââ
âI need you.â
The way he said itâneedy, wrecked, like he was already about to breakâ sent heat straight between your thighs.
The bathroom stall was barely big enough to fit him, but Bokuto didnât care. He already had you pressed against the wall, caging you in with his big, muscular arms, his chest so warm and solid against your back.
âCâmon, baby,â he murmured, kissing the shell of your ear, his voice dropping into something downright sinful. âBe my good luck charm.â
Your knees nearly gave out. âWe have to be quick.â
âI can be quick,â he promised, already yanking down your shorts, his fingers slipping between your thighs. âOhh, fuckâbaby, youâre already soaked for me.â
You whimpered as he spread you open, his thick fingers teasing, sliding through your wetness, rubbing slow, lazy circles that made you arch into him.
âFuck, I canât waitââ
His shorts rustled behind you. Then something hot and heavy pressed against your entranceâthick, throbbing, already leaking.
âKouââ
âI got you, baby,â he groaned, gripping your hips and thrusting in one deep, smooth stroke.
Your breath left you in a choked gasp.
âOhh, shit, baby, you feel so goodâso tightââ
He was already moving, setting a quick, desperate rhythm, hips slamming into you, stuffing you full with every deep, dragging thrust.
âYou like this, huh?â he rasped, his biceps flexing as he pulled you back onto him, making sure you felt every inch.
âKouâsomeone could hearââ
âThen you better be quiet, baby,â he murmured, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, his pace turning downright filthy.
God, he was so big. So thick. Every thrust sent you reeling, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, your hands slapping against the wall for balance.
A sharp knock on the door made you both freeze.
âThree minutes until match time!â someone called.
Your eyes went wide. Bokuto groaned. âShit, baby, I gotta finishââ
His thrusts got rougher, deeper, faster, each one slamming into that perfect spot inside you.
âCâmon, baby,â he panted, one big hand slipping between your legs, rubbing fast, merciless circles against your clit. âCome for meâbe my good luck charmââ
You bit your lip, body tighteningâthen you shattered, walls clenching hard around him, your orgasm tearing through you so hard your legs nearly gave out.
âOhhh, fuck, thatâs itââ
His hips stuttered. Thenâhe buried himself deep, groaning as he spilled inside you, his thick length throbbing, filling you up completely.
For a second, the only sound was both of you panting, Bokutoâs big, sweaty body pressing against you, still pulsing inside you.
Thenâ
âBaby.â
You turned your head slightly, still dazed. âHmm?â
A breathless, cocky chuckle. Then he kissed your neck, his voice still wrecked.
âNow Iâm definitely winning this game.â
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âJust something sweet!â you said, smiling. âTry it after practice, okay?â
He beamed. âThank you, YN! That was really thoughtful!â
Cue: 3 hours later.
He's curled up on your living room floor. Hoodie pulled over his head. Face red as a tomato. Knees to his chest. Breathing weirdly.
You peer over the couch. âSho? Are you okay?â
ââŚMhm.â
âYou sure?â
ââŚY-Yeah.â
Pause.
âYouâre literally sweating through your shirt.â
âIâm hot.â
âNo kidding.â
You walk over and kneel next to him. âDid you overwork yourself again? You always go too hardââ
âI didnât do anything!â he blurts, then clamps his hand over his mouth.
ââŚWait. Sorry. I didnât mean to yell.â
ââŚShoyo. Whatâs going on?â
He lets out a groan and flops onto his back, hoodie covering his entire face now. âI canât tell you. Itâsâembarrassing.â
ââŚAre you dying.â
ââŚMaybe emotionally.â
You pull the hoodie up just a little. His eyes are wide. Glazed. Face crimson.
âDid something happen after you ate the chocolate?â
He blinks. Then sits bolt upright.
âWHAT WAS IN THAT CHOCOLATE, Y/N?!â
âWhaâyou ate it??â
âY-Yeah you gave it to me!!â
âI didnât think youâd eat the whole thing!! It was labeled like... love booster or something weirdââ
âWHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME A LOVE BOOSTER?!â
Youâre both screaming now.
He immediately covers his mouth again. âIâm sorry I didnât mean to yell again.â
Silence.
ââŚS-So youâre feeling⌠stuff?â
He stares at the ceiling.
His ears turn red.
ââŚMy heartâs been racing for an hour, I tried doing sit-ups to calm down, but then I started thinking about you and it made it worse, and then I looked at your hoodie on the couch and I justââ
âWait, you thought about meââ
âCAN I SLEEP IN THE BATHTUB?â
ââŚWhat.â
âI just need to cool down. Please. Just. Donât look at me for like five hours.â
He scrambles up, dragging your throw pillow with him, practically sprinting to the bathroom.
Youâre left in the living room, blinking.
You didnât even know someone could get horny and shy at the same time.
KAGEYAMA TOBIO
You handed it to him before training. Just a little wrapped-up chocolate bar.
âFor good luck,â you said with a smile.
He took it with that awkward nod of his.
ââŚThanks.â
He didnât think anything of it.
Until 40 minutes into practiceâhe messes up a serve.
Which. Never. Happens.
Atsumu smirks. âYo, Tobio. You okay?â
Kageyama scowls. âIâm fine.â
But he isnât.
Because his body feels⌠off.
Warm. Hyperaware.
Like every inch of his skin is tuned to high sensitivity.
And his thoughts? Not focused on volleyball.
Focused on you.
Later, he finds you alone near the back hall, refilling your water bottle.
His footsteps echo as he walks up, and you turn.
âHeyâoh. Tobio. Whatâs up?â
He stops a few feet from you. Frozen.
You tilt your head. âEverything okay?â
He says nothing.
Just stares.
Hard.
Eyes dark. Tense. Flicking from your face⌠to your mouth⌠to your neck⌠back up again.
ââŚWhy are you looking at me like that?â
ââŚNo reason.â
ââŚYou sure? Youâre kindaâsweating. A lot.â
He jerks his eyes away. ââŚItâs hot.â
You frown. âYouâve been acting weird since earlier.â
Silence.
Then quietlyâhis voice low:
ââŚThat chocolate you gave me.â
You blink. âYeah?â
ââŚWhat was in it?â
You straighten. âWait. Did you eat all of it??â
His jaw clenches. âYou told me to.â
âOh my godâTobio, I didnât think you'dââ
You cut yourself off.
Heâs still staring at you. His eyes are scanning you like heâs trying to figure something out.
Then, barely audible:
ââŚIâm distracted.â
You freeze.
âWhat?â
âI canât stop thinking aboutââ
He cuts himself off.
His fists are clenched. His ears are red.
ââŚI keep messing up in practice,â he says, voice tight. âBecause I keep thinking about you. And that chocolate. And the fact that I donât know if this is your fault or mine.â
You stare at him.
He stares back, like heâs one breath away from either kissing you or short-circuiting.
ââŚIs it bad?â you whisper.
He swallows hard.
Thenâleans closer.
âI donât know yet.â
His eyes are burning. âI might need another piece to find out.â
TSUKISHIMA KEI
You gave him the chocolate half as a joke, half as a âyou need sugar because youâre a grumpâ gift.
He rolled his eyes.
âAre you bribing me now?â
You grinned. âMaybe.â
He took it with that classic bored Tsukki expression.
Tore off the wrapper. Ate it. Didnât even blink.
âThanks,â he said flatly. âWasnât bad.â
Two hours laterâŚ
Heâs shirtless in your apartment kitchen.
Standing near the fridge. Glass of water in one hand.
The other shoved into his pocket like heâs trying to physically hold himself together.
ââŚThis is annoying,â he mutters.
You blink at him. âWhat is?â
âThis feeling.â
You freeze.
ââŚTsukki, are you okay?â
He exhales sharply. Pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His cheeks are pink. His voice is strained.
âMy skin feels hot. My brain is loud. And for some reason, I canât stop looking at you.â
You stare.
âTsukishima, did youâwaitâdid you eat all the chocolate?!â
He glares. âWhy the hell did it taste like cinnamon and lust.â
ââŚWHAT.â
He steps forward.
Not fast. But on purpose.
âYou thought you could mess with me, huh?â
His voice is low now. Dangerous. Curious.
You laugh nervously. âW-wait, it was just a joke giftâTsukkiââ
He cuts you off with intense eye contact.
Head tilts slightly.
Thenâhe smirks.
The rare kind. The one that sends shivers down your spine.
ââŚWhy donât we see if it worked?â
You blink. âWhââ
And then he leans in.
REAL close. His breath brushing your jaw. His mouth just a hair from your ear.
ââŚDonât worry. Iâll grade your performance later.â
You short-circuit.
KUROO TETSURO
When you gave him the chocolate earlier, it was just playful.
âItâs fancy,â you said. âImported. Thought youâd like it.â
He raised an eyebrow, unwrapped it with one hand, and popped a piece into his mouth.
Then he licked his thumb slowlyâeyes locked on you.
ââŚDamn, YN. Trying to seduce me?â
You blinked. âWhat?! No! Itâs literally just chocolate.â
He chuckled. That low, rich, sin-in-a-suit kind of laugh.
âWell,â he said, licking his lip. âToo late.â
Fast forward to later that night.
You come home exhausted.
Your bag hits the couch. Your hairâs a mess. You're ready to collapse.
You call out: âTetsu? Iâm home!â
No answer.
You find him in the bedroom, hoodie on, hood up, sleeves rolled up, head tilted back against the headboard.
Heâs breathing hard. Eyes half-lidded. Hair damp at the nape of his neck.
ââŚTetsu?â you whisper, walking closer.
He opens his eyes. Panic. Tries to sit up.
âDonâtâdonât come close.â
You frown. âAre you okay?!â
âIâm fine,â he rasps. âJust. Uh. Tired.â
You blink. âYouâre flushed. And sweating. Did you eat something weird? Are youââ
He wonât meet your eyes.
He knows what he did.
But he doesnât want to bother you. Youâre tired. He told himself he could wait it out.
You sit beside him on the bed and slowly rest your hand on his thigh.
ââŚTetsu, baby. Are you okay?â
And he YELPS.
Like. Chokes on air.
Eyes wide. Whole body flinching. Knees jerking together like a cartoon character.
ââŚYN.â
âYes?â
âPlease. Donât touch me right now. If you do, Iâm going to make the worst decision of my life.â
You blink. âLike what?â
He exhales shakily. Hoodie hood still over his head like heâs hiding from God.
ââŚLike asking you to ruin me right now when you literally just got home from work.â
Your mouth opens. Then closes.
ââŚSo you did like the chocolate.â
He groans.
âWoman. You spiked it with sex. Of course I did.â
KENMA KOZUME
You sent him the chocolate during his stream. Just a casual âI saw this and thought of youâ moment.
He reads your message aloud between matches.
âThanks, YN. Love you.â
Chat spams:
âOOOHHH đâ
âKENMA CONFIRMED WHIPPEDâ
âWE SHIPâ
âHE SAID LOVE U???â
He doesnât react. Just munches on the chocolate quietly.
For a while.
Then something⌠shifts.
He gets quiet. Like, even more than usual.
His hoodie is pulled up. He's slouching harder.
He keeps tugging his hoodie strings. Pulling the fabric up over his mouth. Flushed cheeks. Hair sticking to his forehead.
The camera catches him swallowing hard. Fidgeting.
Thenâsuddenlyâ
Stream ends.
No warning. No âbrb.â Just poof.
Your phone vibrates 30 seconds later.
đą Kenma: âmy whole body is buzzing. why?â
You: âWhat? Did something happen?â
đą Kenma: ââŚwait.â
đą Kenma: âaphrodisiac??â
đą Kenma: âYN.â
đą Kenma: âis this your way of saying you want me?â
Youâre typing a reply whenâ
Ping.
Image received.
You open it.
Kenma. Shirtless. Lying back on his bed. Hair tousled, cheeks red, lips parted.
Hoodie still half-on. Collarbones visible.
âFix this.â written across his palm in messy Sharpie.
Your brain bluescreens.
He texts again:
đą âiâm not mad. just desperate.â
đą âso. whatâs your plan?â
đą âirl DLC? or do i keep suffering on main.â
BOKUTO KOUTARO
Earlier that day, he beamed when you handed him the chocolate.
âCHOCOLATE?! FROM YOU?! THANKS, Y/N!!!â
He ate it with zero hesitation. Even licked the wrapper.
You: âDonât eat the foilââ
Too late.
Fast forward three hours.
Heâs fresh out of practice, hair damp from a shower, towel around his neck, face flushed â not from training. Heâs lying on the couch in gray sweatpants, breathing uneven, staring at the ceiling like it personally offended him.
âWhy do I feel like I ran a marathon after trainingâŚ?â
His bodyâs hot. His thighs are tense. His fingers are twitching.
He scrolls through his phone.
Missed call from Y/N.
He sits up instantly. Then groans.
The ache between his legs is painfully obvious now.
You knock on his apartment door, holding some takeout.
âBo? You okay? You sounded kinda off earlier.â
The moment he opens the door, you're hit with warmth â like the air shifted.
He looks⌠messed up. Sweaty. Hair sticking to his forehead. Face flushed. Pupils blown.
âY/NâŚâ he breathes out. âHeyâŚâ
You frown. âDid you get sick or something?â
He backs up a little, clearly trying to keep his distance â but his sweatpants are doing zero hiding.
âI⌠donât know. I feel weird. Like⌠warm? All over?â
You squint at him, and it clicks.
ââŚYou ate the chocolate, didnât you?â
âYeah?? It was good!! Waitâwhy are you looking at me like that?â
Then he pauses. Blinks.
Looks down.
Looks back up.
Eyes widen. His voice cracks.
âY/N⌠did you make me horny chocolate?!â
Your silence is the answer.
He stumbles back and grabs the couch for support. âI THOUGHT I WAS DYING.â
You set the takeout down. âYou're not dying, Bo. You're justââ
âIâM HARD FOR NO REASON.â
You try not to laugh.
Bo starts panicking. âDOES THIS MEAN YOU WANNAâ? LIKEâDO THINGS?! IS THIS YOU SAYING YOU LOVE ME?!â
You step closer.
His eyes go huge.
You whisper: âIf I said yes, would you calm down?â
âNO,â he yells, immediately wrapping his arms around you like a koala. âIâD GET WORSE.â
KEIJI AKAASHI
You gave him the chocolate earlier that day, wrapped neatly with a ribbon.
He accepted it with that gentle smile of his.
âThank you, YN. Thatâs very sweet of you.â
He popped one into his mouth like it was nothing.
1 hour later.
Your phone buzzes.
Keiji Akaashi
I feel strange.
Warm.
Slightly flushed.
Was there⌠something in that chocolate?
You:
đ what do you mean?
Keiji Akaashi
We should talk. In private.
You show up to his apartment expecting maybe a flustered mess.
But no.
He answers the door in a black turtleneck and slacks, glasses on, hair slightly tousled like heâd run his hands through it too many times.
You: âYou look⌠fine.â
He smiles, but it doesnât reach his eyes.
âThatâs the problem, isnât it?â he murmurs, letting you in.
You sit across from him. He pours tea. His hands are steady. Too steady.
But his ears are red.
Finally, he speaks.
ââŚI didnât want to accuse you,â he says, tone smooth but eyes sharp, âbut knowing you and your anticsâŚâ
He leans forward, just slightly. The look he gives you?
Illegal.
âBe honest. You knew what that chocolate would do to me, didnât you?â
You: â...Not really. I meanââ
âBecause ever since I ate it, Iâve been thinking about you. In ways I shouldnât during meetings. My bodyâs tense. My mindâs loud. And I canât focus. At all.â
He says it like heâs scolding you â but his gaze drifts. Down your lips. Your neck.
âYou owe me an apology,â he adds, voice a shade lower.
You blink. âAn apology?â
He leans in again.
ââŚOr maybe something better.â
KITA SHINSUKE
It had been a long day.
Kita came in from the fields like he always doesâshirt a little damp, hands calloused, face glowing with fresh air and quiet discipline. You handed him his usual lunch, neatly packed like always, but this time...
You added a small chocolate dessert.
"Thought you deserved a treat," you say sweetly.
He blinked at you, then gave a soft smile.â¨âThank you. I appreciate it.â
He eats it without a second thought. It melts on his tongue.
Hours later.
You find him standing by the kitchen sink, staring out the window. Silent. Tense. His hand is resting low on the counter like he's grounding himself.
You wrap your arms around his waist from behind.
âYou okay, Shin?â
ââŚSomethingâs off,â he murmurs. âFeels like I drank too much sake. Bodyâs hot. But I havenât had a drop.ââ¨He swallows. âCanât think straight. My hands are⌠restless.â
You kiss the back of his neck. He stiffens.
"Y/NâŚâ His voice cracks just slightly.
You move to stand in front of him. He canât meet your gaze. Heâs flushed. Stiff in more ways than one.
You gently cup his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks.
âShin,â you whisper, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. âYou never ask for help⌠but I can feel what you need.â
He lets out a breath he didnât realize he was holding, eyes finally locking with yours.
âYouâre doinâ dangerous things, sugar,â he says softly. His hands hover at your hips, trembling. âIâm tryinâ to be good.â
You smile, kiss him again, this time a little deeper. âYouâve been too good.â
And his restraint shatters, just a little.
His lips find your neck.â¨His fingers tighten at your waist.â¨And all that farm-boy discipline?â¨Gone.
MIYA ATSUMU
You gave him one. Single. Piece.
A sleek little chocolate truffle wrapped in gold foil.
âOhhh fancy chocolate from YN~? Donât mind if I do,â Atsumu cooed, grinning as he popped it into his mouth.â¨âSweet just like ya,â he added with a wink.
You rolled your eyes. âShut up and eat it.â
He did. Smug. Smirking. Clueless.
An hour later.
Your phone starts buzzing.
đŻ atsumu.miya: âYNââ¨đŻ atsumu.miya: âI canât stop thinkinâ about ya.ââ¨đŻ atsumu.miya: âLike. Physically. CANâT.ââ¨đŻ atsumu.miya: âWas that chocolate spiked or are you just naturally evil???â
You laughâuntil you hear your doorbell.
You open it to find Atsumu, hoodie sliding off one shoulder, his hair a total mess, face way too flushed for someone who just "happened to be in the area."
"You did somethinâ to me,â he says accusingly, stepping inside like he owns the place. âThat chocolate messed me up.â
He slumps on your couch dramatically, pouting. His legs are spread. His hoodieâs halfway zipped. He looks like a chaotic thirst trap.
âI'm so warm. And twitchy. And HARD. Andâdonât look at me like that!â
You smirk, sitting beside him. âI didnât tell you to eat it all.â
He huffs. âYa knew I would.â
Then he leans inâeyes dark, voice low.
âYou did this to me, YNâŚââ¨A little whine slips out as his fingers wrap around your wrist.â¨âMight as well finish what ya started, right?â
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
You hand him the chocolate after practice.
He eyes it suspiciously. Sniffs it.
âWhatâs in this?â he asks, like you're offering poison.
âJust chocolate,â you say sweetly. You donât flinch. That shouldâve been his first warning.
He eats it.
He regrets it immediately.
An hour laterâŚ
Your phone rings.â¨Caller ID: Kiyoomi đ
âY/N,â he says tightly. âI donât feel right.â
âMy skinâs hot. My headâs fuzzy. My pants are⌠tight.ââ¨Thereâs a pause. You can feel his glare through the phone.â¨âYou better pray this wears off. If not⌠weâre going to have a long night.â
Click.
Another hour later.
Thereâs a knock at your door.
You open itâand there he is.â¨Black hoodie. Mask on. Gloves still on his hands like heâs clinging to the last shred of control.â¨But his hoodieâs halfway unzipped, exposing just enough of his collarbones to make your brain stop functioning.
âWhat are you wearing?â you ask, a little too amused.
He glares. âDonât talk.â
You smile sweetly. âKiyoomi⌠are you flustered?â
He storms past you. âIâm boiling. And youâre making it worse.â
You follow, barely hiding your giggle. âYou didnât have to come over, you know.â
âI didnât have a choice,â he mutters, yanking off his gloves. âMy body feels like itâs craving you. You did something to me. Admit it.â
You lean close, fingers brushing his collarbone, watching him twitch under your touch.â¨âSo what if I did?â
He exhales hard, barely keeping his hands off you.
âYouâre evil,â he mutters.â¨Then adds, voice dropping lowerââ¨ââŚbut I like it.â
đŕ§ Kenma absolutely hates public display of affection. Which is why Kuroo and his girlfriend are getting on his last nerves... But can a kiss between you change his mind?
wc: 2.5k
Tags: fem!reader x timeskip!Kenma, college au
cw: making out, very suggestive language
a/n: there isn't explicit smut in this, but I wanted to incorporate 18+ just in case as there is very suggestive thoughts and ideas between characters!
â all images are found off of pinterest! I do not own them. (credit to @/Freaka_LoonyZ for the middle picture!)
Kenma was a game addict; that everyone knew. Heâd find ways to skip practice, use less exertion during games just to conserve more energy for when he got home â that way he could spend the rest of his hours online alone⌠without getting exhausted. Most of the time it was first-person shooters, strategy games, anything that allowed him to use his brain more than his body. And he liked that â figuring opponents out, finding loopholes in peopleâs minds that allowed for sudden victories. Winning meant he was smarter. So what if his teammates sucked?Â
Which was exactly why tonight was vexing him so badly. âYou guys are disgusting. Yâknow that, right?âÂ
Kuroo remained impassive towards Kenmaâs outburst, too busy kissing his girlfriend for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour. God, it wasnât even normal kissing anymore. Because by the time the thirtieth press to his lips had been managed, their bodies had become entangled, tongues practically licking each otherâs organs.
Honestly, the entire reason the four of you had even gathered at Kenmaâs apartment in the first place was for gaming. Kuroo, like always, had managed to irritate Kozume for days, twisting some farfetched tale that his newfound fling had wanted to try fps. So, he agreed to show her the ropes. That was until Kuroo placed his fucking hands on her hips, guiding her ass into his crotch until both of their eyesights couldnât fixate on anything but each otherâs skin.Â
Which unfortunately left you and Kenma alone with a story game youâd convinced him to try. At first, it was exactly what he expected â exactly like you explained: long, choice driven, full of tension and consequences that followed the same notion of a butterfly effect. It was as though one wrong move, one missed clue, and a character died. There were no second chances. No sense of safety when making such impactful verdicts; all the storyline did with your opinions was shift the outcomes, forcing a new wave of obstacles that only hastened anxiety.Â
Such an odd game of choice⌠though, it did surprisingly keep his attention away from the two imbeciles mouth fucking on the floor. So, that was a win.
Well, until the romance came. The sappy moments between fictional characters that overrode any achievement the two of you had accomplished. You managed to escape a monster? Eh, anyone could do that. You became mayor of the town and saved at least half the population due to your studious objectives? So what.
It was like the hours worth of dialogue options, the tiny decisions that somehow affected communities and personal growth didnât matter. For fuckâs sake the main character nearly died three separate times and still the game wanted them to care more about whether they held someoneâs hand at an opportune time.
It was like he was surrounded by unfettered lust; both the game and Kuroo made him miserable. There was no escape from such coitous actions; writer ploys, hormones⌠affection was everywhere. Couldnât horror and mystery just rest on unsolved enigmas? Sure, Kozume could swallow Tetsuro ruining his floor with sweat, but a game built on strategy and decisions⌠that felt almost churlish. Â
Yet, still, here he was â letting the two of you play through such a dumbfounded game, allowing your body to position itself near the edge of the bed with his controller in hand. Kenma leaned against the headboard beside you, eyes fixed on the cutscene unfolded on the screen. And finally, after what felt like fucking forever, the main character sealed their choice of love with a makeout session.Â
Kenma rolled his eyes, puffed out cheek rested atop the grooves of his fist. I mean, câmon, who would even fall for that? Probably an idiot â his eyes followed upwards, the glimpse of your kicked feet glinting in the corner of his eyes. âFinally,â you groaned. âThat took, like, two hours of decisions just to get to this point.â
He couldnât believe it. You had seriously based the majority of your decisions to get to this point? A mundane scripted sequence that only blasted shitty music to get an emotional rise. And their tongues⌠gross â all tangled together like they couldnât function without devouring each otherâs insides.Â
Stupid storytelling.Â
âWhat happened?â Kuroo poked his head from above, his girlfriend whimpering softly from the lack of attention she inadvertently received (so fucking abhorrent â he better dump her asap). âWait. I thought we wanted Mira to end up with Asher.â
âThat was before we found out he spread the rumors about Maeve.â Kenma affirmed. âSo our decisions have been pinpointed on Kole since then,â his eyes glazed over his friend's enmeshed body. Idiot. âYouâd know that if you paid attention.â
Kuroo furrowed his brows, palmed hands braced on either side of his lover's head while his eyes lowered at the frustrated setter. âWell sorry that Iâm entertained over here.â
âI hope you get mono.âÂ
You snorted at Kenmaâs declared medical curse, the sound quickly joined by Tetsuroâs girlfriend. And if on cue, she peered her head just below the captain, irises fixed on Kozumeâs exasperated glare. Yeah, he was definitely not letting her come back. Still, she seemed oblivious to the setter's attempts to cut their intimacy off, pressing her lips against Kurooâs which earned a short grunt from the depths of his throat.
Kenma was fucking baffled. I mean, what was so pleasurable about kissing anyway? It was just two people pressing skin against skin. There was no way it felt good (if you get his gist). Yet, here his friend was, acting like his life depended on such foolish acts.Â
âIf you keep staring like that, youâre gonna come off as a prude.â Kozume pushed his exasperated expression towards you. âDonât get mad at me! Just sayingâŚâ
âI donât get it.â Kenma grumbled, layered hair pushed back to take another look at the two bodies in constant movement. âWhy do they have to keep kissing?â
âBecause itâs cute.â
Cute? What part of it was cute? From the outside it looked like they were about to eat each otherâs skin. âItâs disgusting.â
âJealousy doesnât suit you Kenma, itâsââ Kuroo was cut off by faint vibrations, a sound trickling near the middle of his girlfriend's shorts. âBabe⌠is that your vibrator?âÂ
Okay. That crossed a line. Even your cheeks heated at that comment; something Kenma awkwardly took notice of. âOh,â she said casually, reaching deep into her pocket. âItâs my roommate. She texted that she needs me.âÂ
The tension dispersed after that resolute; soft chuckles and relaxed postures echoing across the room. Even Kenma visibly eased, a quiet and relieved sound murmured under his breath â a string of thank yous uttered to the universe.
Kurooâs girlfriend didnât seem to mind the thirty seconds of embarrassment however, already stepping back toward the door while Tetsuro followed behind her with exaggerated reluctance, still complaining the entire way like he hadnât just spent the last four hours attached to her face. And when the front door clicked not even ten minutes later, Kuroo stumbled in like heâd been personally betrayed by every higher being for getting cock blocked.Â
Little did he know his anger shouldâve been directed towards her roommates' need for support. Thatâs what he gets for dating a freshman.Â
âYou still up for the game?â you asked.
But Kuroo didnât respond properly. Instead, he made it exactly three steps into the room before collapsing face-first onto Kenmaâs air mattress with a dramatic groan. âIâm emotionally drained,â he declared. And within seconds, his voice softened into something incoherent, phone slipping from his hand as his breathing evened out. âDonât do anything⌠fun⌠without meâŚâ he mumbled, already half-asleep â just like that, he was out cold, sprawled across the blankets like the sole reason to be at Kenmaâs was just to face fuck his girlfriend.
âI hate her.âÂ
Your palms pressed against the bed, pushing your torso sideways to get a better look at the setter next to you. His brow was raised, the edge of his lip downturned in pure repulse to the memories of displayed intimacy. âHuh. If I didn't know better, I take it you havenât kissed anyone, Kozume.âÂ
âHuh?â His cheeks seared with red; something he tried, and failed, to hide with his hair. âThatâs⌠not the reason why. Besides, Iâve kissed someone before.â The ends of his fingers pulled at the drawstring of his hoodie, fabric pooling around his wrists due to your blatant declaration. Kenma wasnât embarrassed about his inexperience, that much was certain. But for you to just expose his personal information⌠like it was normal? Now that â that made him retreat.
âOnly one?â
Kenmaâs eyes narrowed immediately. âStop acting like itâs odd or something.âÂ
âItâs not odd,â you added quickly. âItâs just⌠Kuroo, as uh we can see, is like always tongue deep in his girlfriend. I just thought maybeâŚâ Your face warped promptly at your own thoughts. âOkay, donât laugh. Just hear me out.â Kenma disregarded your comment entirely, chuckling lightly at the way your ears turned a soft shade of pink. âI just mean â he obviously thinks it's incredible. So I figured maybe he wouldâve, I donât know, dragged you onto a double date or tried getting you to kiss someone too.âÂ
âI would die if he did that.â
Yeah, honestly, it was a stupid notion. There was no way in hell Kozume would ever follow Kuroo's egregious plans. For fuckâs sake it took you months just to get him to talk to you in English class. Let alone sit near you. âLook, all Iâm saying is if you kiss someone youâre close to, youâll probably understand why Kuroo canât stop putting his lips on another girl. You canât disregard the whole making out just cause your first kiss sucked.âÂ
Kenma stared at you from beside the headboard, fingers still curled loosely around his hoodie strings. âUh, and who would that be?â The room fell silent after that; the only noise coming from the forgotten game in the background, the characters voices incoherently reiterating the coded dialogue the developers inputted. And of course, Kurooâs snores. âDo you have someone in mind?âÂ
Fuck. Now it was your turn to hide â head pushed to the right to keep your eyes peeled away from the setter. Originally, there was no intention behind your comment. The declaration purely based on the notion of an unknown female. But you had to admit, it did sound like you meant yourself. And really, the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. If Kenma were to have a better kiss, the most plausible outcome would be with someone he knew. Someone he was comfortable with. âWhy donât you,â you paused, left hand coming up to press against your cheek. âKiss me.â
âOh.â His torso leaned forward, head tilted and hung low as he eyed your tense posture. âOkay.âÂ
Really, it was that easy?
Okay, no, this is good â youâll just take the kiss⌠slow. You heaved your body upwards, feet tucked beneath you as you scooted closer to Kozume, the boy whose hips still slouched against the headboard as he watched with cautious eyes. And for a second, neither of you moved. The two of you just stared, fixated on each other as if this was some ridiculous side quest triggered by a stupid captain who couldnât keep his mouth off his own girlfriend. Â
But youâd be damned if you backed out now; especially with the way his attention had drawn on you, like the entire concept of affection had suddenly narrowed down to you specifically. And really, what kind of friend would you be if you didnât let Kenma experience firsthand why people got so addicted to kissing in the first place? So, despite every echo of denial in your brain, you leaned forward, pressing the rounds of your lips against his.Â
Kenma stilled; his eyes wide and body trembled with nerves (or was it anticipation?). Either way, his eyes eventually shut, his movements promptly following suit of yours â slow pace, no tongue. Just pure inexplicit intimacy.Â
And for a while, just your mouths moved in tandem â until Kenmaâs fingers innately sunk underneath the hem of your shirt, rough fingertips brushing against the skin of your waist. Honestly, he was better than you had imagined: His lips would consistently follow yours, head swiftly adjusting whenever you deemed it necessary to shift sides. Even his grip would unconsciously tighten when you moved away, hoodie sleeves bunched around his wrists while he tried tugging himself closer between every gasp for oxygen.
Really, you half expected the boy to deepen the kiss with the way he seemed so eager⌠until he pulled away, golden eyes peering at your flushed cheeks and pouted lips. Only, this Kozume seemed different than before. His pupils, which were now blown wide, looked almost half dazed, like his brain hadn't really caught up with what just ensued.Â
Huh, maybe he just isnât a fan of kissing in general.Â
Nonetheless you still opened your mouth, prepared to ask the stunned setter if he could discern Kurooâs reasoning now for such a public display of affection. But Kenma didnât wait for the words to leave your mouth. Instead, he kissed you again: This time needier, sloppier, as if something in him had finally clicked to the idea of how much a turn on lips could be. A soft sound escaped your throat when his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you forward until your legs slid across either side of his lap. The sudden closeness dragged a shaky breath from both of you, mouths parting briefly just to breathe before reconnecting again. Even his hips ground upwards, the pure feeling of ecstasy just from kissing now prevalent in his own sweatpants.Â
God, how did Kuroo do this everywhere? Did he truly have a boner each time and just hid it?Â
Your fingers instinctively twisted into the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his torso forward until he had no choice but to switch positions; his frame now towered above your sprawled out body. Still, Kozume wasted no time in pushing his pelvis back against yours, grinding in slow, deliberate circles until a string of groans vibrated against your lips.Â
Truthfully, it seemed as though the poor boy was utterly lost in bliss â the very same feeling his friend had for the past four hours. And now? Now Kenma was pissed; because why the fuck wasnât he having a makeout session for half the day?Â
But you didnât mind the switch-up of your friend â the way he pressed eagerly against your shorts. Nor did you mind the string of saliva sealed against your neck every time he became too overwhelmed with kissing â the neurons of his brain not able to compute such a surge of hormones.
Frankly, Kenma was going to lose it. The way the hem of your underwear exposed itself from the constant tug and pull of his hips, the gasps you exuded from each push between your legs⌠Yeah, he wanted this to go farther. Who cares if Kuroo was in the same room.Â
Honestly it was too bad girls didnât just carry around their vibrator like Tetsuro assumed⌠eh, he could always just use his controller.
Summary: Qifrey shows you how to make yourself cum in front of the mirror.
A/N: Hello! First time writing for Witch Hat Atelier. I hope it's good! It was lots of fun to write. I hope you enjoy. As always, comments are appreciated <3 Shout out to @starvverie for talking about this with me <3
Your face is warm all over as you glance away from the mirror in front of you. Youâre trying to focus on something else, anything else other than the sight in front of you.Â
You, naked with your legs spread while Qifrey sits behind you, fully clothed. His head is tilted slightly to the side as he analyzes you. It makes you feel so small when he does that. It's probably why he does it.Â
âCome on, sweetheart. You arenât looking.âÂ
Your brows furrow instantly at the name. He knows just how to rile you up. âI-I know,â you reply, voice meek and foreign to your own ears. âDonât wanna.âÂ
Qifrey must not like that answer. He hums quietly, as if pondering your show of disobedience. He runs his hands up your thighs, and down your calves, easily reaching every inch of you. When heâs got you spread just a little bit more, his hand finds its mark. Right between your thighs where youâre getting wet embarrassingly fast.Â
âYou donât wanna see how good weâll make you feel?â You show a tinge of doubt in response. Qifrey uses his other hand to grip your chin, facing you forward once more.Â
His pointer and ring finger spread your folds easily, allowing cool air to kiss against your lips. This is mortifying. Just when you think about ripping from his grasp, his middle finger lands on your clit, a shock of electricity running through your system as soon as he makes contact.Â
Just the right amount of pressure.Â
You yelp, your legs trying to squeeze shut, but he refuses to let you do that. Qifrey lets go of your face now that he can trust youâre fully entranced, before keeping a palm on your leg to keep you spread.Â
He clicks his tongue in reply, a subtle hint for you to behave. Itâs hard to go on when he does that. You try your hardest to stay still as his finger circles your clit, slowly at first before building up. Heâs good with his hands, and he knows it.Â
It only takes a couple of minutes before youâre moaning, your lips permanently ajar as he spreads your wetness around your cunt. Itâs slippery, hot, and so so good. How are you supposed to ever think about touching yourself again? When his fingers exist? Not that heâd complain about offering you assistance.
âYouâre getting in your head again,â he notes, pressing down slightly harder.Â
âC-Canât stop it, Qifrey.âÂ
âI need your help.â He doesnât, but he likes to include you anyway, always the bleeding heart.Â
You arch your back away from his body but his free hand is quick to correct your form. There's no room for any nonsense with him.Â
âSlide a finger inside for me.âÂ
All the hair on your body stands on edge at his order. Thatâs exactly what it is. You want to call it how you see it. It isnât a suggestion, no, itâs what he wants you to do.Â
You donât want to disappoint him, of course.Â
You slither your fingers down your body, shakily bumping against his hand in the process as you maneuver around it to reach your aching hole. He doesn't stop massaging your clit for even a second.Â
Okay.Â
Your middle finger slips inside and it feelsâŚalright. It's good to have something fill you up. Your pussy has been begging for it the second Qifrey helped slide your clothes off. Itâs just not enough. You whine as you watch the two of you work your body. His experienced finger rubbing circles into you while your hand stutters to keep up the pace, trying to match his movements.Â
âHowâs that?â He asks, ever the inquisitive tutor.Â
âItâsâŚâ your clit is throbbing against his finger now. You press back into him, letting his smooth robe engulf you. âGood. Itâs goodâŚâÂ
He must not believe you. You manage to forget every time, but Qifrey excels at picking up on the small things.Â
âAre you sure?â He probes, slowing down.Â
You whimper, your body crying for more.Â
âNo, itâs not enough.â You come out with it, half ashamed that you canât pleasure your own body enough, and half humiliated that youâre even mentioning it right now. You press in a second finger to see if that changes anything, and it doesnât.
âItâs okay, darling,â Qifrey coos at you, finding your reaction endearing. âSometimes you need a little extra help. Thatâs alright.âÂ
His words are like ice to your wounds, soothing the flames inside of you.Â
âLet me see your fingers.âÂ
You slowly pull them from your core and Qifrey pauses his movements for a moment to peer at your hand. Itâs wet, strings of lust webbing your fingers together. You look at him in the mirror, waiting for any praise or disappointment. He really is beautiful. His lashes brush against his cheeks, bright white shielding his blue eyes. Qifrey shows no tells aside from a tiny grin he gives you in reply.Â
âDo you want to see how I do it?â He asks, as if thereâs any other response aside from yes.Â
Qifrey uses the hand that hasn't touched your cunt yet to press his middle finger against you, sliding inside. The sensation is immediately different from yours. Heâs long. Skin a bit cold to the touch, but entirely purposeful. Qifrey waits until youâre warmed up enough for him before he pushes it in fully. His finger twitches, softly caressing your walls.Â
Itâs hard to save face after that.Â
Your whines fill the room at an embarrassing pace. He grins softly before using his other hand to continue rubbing at your clit. Both appendages work you up, one slowly fucking into you while the other presses against your swollen nub.Â
âIs that any better?âÂ
âYes, oh my god Qifrey,â your eyes are laser focused on his hand's reflection. If you look close enough you can see your slick beginning to coat his flesh.Â
He chuckles softly in approval before breathing out a sigh, looking entirely too content as he watches the two of you in the mirror.Â
âYouâre being so good for me, did you know that?â Heâs quiet as he says it, his praise heating your ears like melted gold.Â
âW-Wanna be good for you,â you murmur a reply even though you arenât really sure he was looking for one.Â
âThink you can continue being good for me?â His pace picks up slightly. âCan you take another finger?âÂ
It already feels like heâs filling you completely, but you want to make him proud.Â
âMhm, yes,â your legs tremble while moans escape your lips.Â
Qifrey eases his ring finger alongside the other inside you, stretching out your cunt carefully. âThere you go,â He says under his breath.
He keeps rubbing at your clit, his finger now gliding more easily against you as you continue to leak around his palm. He draws circles, before swiping side to side, then back again all while watching to see what makes you twitch most. The longer he finger fucks you, the more you can feel him press against your back. Hard and big, no doubt leaking into his own pants. Qifrey doesn't show any sign of greed though. Heâs only focused on you and your pleasure.Â
âSometimes it's good to have another set of hands, hm? You donât know what to expect when-â he curls his fingers just right at that moment, sending you reeling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hands twitch around, trying to grab onto him as you all but yell out. â-right there, right?â He finishes his sentence as he finds what he was looking for.Â
You nod dramatically, squealing against him. You can tell that your orgasm is just right around the corner, so close you can almost taste it.Â
âDonât worry, I got you,â he continues fucking into you with his fingers, pressing against that mushy spot inside of you all while using his other hand to abuse your clit.Â
When you refocus your vision you notice that his lips are slightly parted, his gaze locked onto your cunt. Up until this moment you wouldnât have been able to tell that he was getting anything out of this, his demeanor almost clinical, but now you can see the cracks. You can see the way pink flushes his cheeks lightly, how his breathing has slowly started to pick up.Â
âQ-Qifrey, Iâm gonna, youâre gonna make me,âÂ
His tongue darts out to wet his lips quickly, inhaling sharply at your tone. âGood, youâre so good,â heâs cooing at you now, all while increasing his pace.Â
It feels like fireworks going off in your body, each cell exploding as you cum on his fingers. You twitch and wiggle against him but he stays on task, guiding you through your orgasm until you relax in his hold once more.Â
Qifrey chuckles, voice shaky as he slides his fingers from your pussy, holding both palms in front of you. Theyâre both nearly dripping.Â
âIâd say we did a good job, hm?â He murmurs with a grin.
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