@biggergiants asked: [flip] from gintoki :3c
[ Sunday Special Starters & Symbols ]
Work is hard sometimes. Hard in a way that she can’t put into words. In a way that settles into her bones, and she carries it back home with her. It lingers in the tense set of her shoulders even after she showers and lets herself drop onto the mattress. Gintoki notices as soon as he enters the bedroom, but says nothing. Not because he doesn’t know how to approach it, but because he understands better than anyone. Instead of asking her if she’s okay or trying to get her to talk about it, he simply joins her in bed, brings her close, and offers himself in any capacity that might make her feel better.
Alice smiles. Small, but genuine. The truth is that she loves this man with all her heart. She might not be ready to say it. Just like he is definitely not ready to hear it. But it doesn’t change the fact that she does love him, and it shows in every look and touch they share in private. Her hand cradles his handsome face, thumb affectionately caressing along his cheekbone to try and ease some of the concern she sees in his eyes before she pulls him into a kiss.
She loses herself in the taste of him for what feels like an eternity, parting only to take in much needed gulps of air before diving right back in, until his warmth has spread throughout her body as well. Breathless, she bites her kiss swollen lips and seeks his gaze, both touched and aroused at the unwavering confirmation she finds there that he is all hers to take.
Bringing him closer, she rolls them over so she’s on her back, spreading her legs to fit him between them and moaning quietly when she feels him thick and hard against her center. “Gin...” Alice breathes his name wantonly, the plane of her stomach tightening visibly as she watches him rise to his knees and reach into the nightstand to retrieve a condom.
The green of her eyes grows darker while he bites the package open, one of her hands impatiently reaching for his sweatpants and tugging them down. A tiny gasp of delight escapes her at the sight of his cock bobbing free, standing tall and proud. She barely remembers the exhaustion still plaguing her body, hips squirming in anticipation as he grips his cock by the base, pumping it lazily a couple of times before holding it still and sliding the condom on.
Not one to be outdone, she touches her fingers to the back of her thighs and slides her hands up, lifting her legs and holding them up by the back of her knees, leaving herself dripping wet and open for him. Whimpering as he further slicks himself up by rubbing his length along her slit, she angles his tip to her entrance and moans sharply when Gintoki plunges deep inside her in one delicious thrust. Clenching her eyes shut, she keeps moaning as he falls into a nice rhythm of steady pounding. It feels so good. This is exactly what she needs. A good fuck to get her mind off things. Tire her out just right so she can actually relax. She can feel her pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her. It won’t be long before she climaxes. And then everything will balance out again.
Until he suddenly pulls out of her. Opening her eyes, Alice looks up at him in what she can only imagine must be half confusion and half devastation before he’s flipping her over in bed. His large hands grip her hips in that way that drives her insane, making her insides clench around the emptiness he’s left behind, and he holds her firmly against the mattress. “I’m right here.” He whispers to her ear, and she recognizes the words with a start. It’s the same thing she tells him when he has a nightmare and his first instinct is to retreat into himself. “Just let go.” He tells her. Trust me, is what she hears. And she does. More than anyone in the world, she trusts him.
Glad that he can’t see how embarrassed she looks right now, Alice nods. “Okay...” She agrees, and finally realizes that her body is still just as tense as it’d been before they started. Taking a deep breath, she forces her shoulders to relax and feels the anticipation build once more as she waits. And waits. “Gin..!” Whining, she squirms against his hands to no avail, his steel grip keeping her perfectly still in place and only arousing her more.
“Hm~?” If the teasing isn’t enough, he shifts so his cock rests between her cheeks, so close yet still not at all where she wants it.
“Fuck me…” Her request is so lovingly sweet that even his grip falters slightly before growing even tighter.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
This time, he slides into her slowly, feeding her inch by inch, and it almost seems like it’s their first time all over again with how overwhelmingly delicious the pressure feels. “O-Oh, baby..!” Alice cries out shakily, only able to breathe right again when he’s fully sheathed himself inside her. And when he starts fucking into her, it’s like something breaks loose.
“That’s it. Let go.” Gintoki releases her hips as well so she can bend her knees and add a beautiful arch to the small of her back that lets him reach even deeper, planting his hands on the mattress and slamming into her even harder.
As another orgasm is fast approaching, she can clearly tell that it doesn’t compare to the one from before, as it now feels like a tidal wave about to crash. And when it does hit, she clenches around him scandalously tight, his name a prayer on her tongue as her body trembles all over. After a few long moments of pure bliss, she slips into hypersensitivity and withdraws from the sensations, letting him slide out of her while she rolls around with some difficulty.
Catching her breath, it takes a few seconds for her vision to focus again, and she admires the sight of him on his knees, hand clamped around his still rock hard length glistening with her pleasure. Her entire body feels like jelly, but she reaches out to touch his throbbing cock, smiling at that warning groan she draws from deep within his chest. “Come here...” Alice beckons him sweetly, taking off the condom and throwing it aside. Her hand curls around one of his gorgeous hipbones and urges him closer with what little strength she has left.
“Fuck my mouth, Gin.” She begs him, staring up into his eyes and sticking her tongue out at him to show where he can slide his cock before licking her lips. “I want to make you cum inside me.”
@honedtalent asked: “Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?”
[ Sunday Special Starters & Symbols ]
With traveling all around the world being an integral part of both their jobs, keeping track of timezones could get quite difficult after a while. Alice was up late, having an important meeting with a client who happened to be in yet another timezone altogether. What upset her the most; however, wasn’t the fact that she was further messing up her sleep schedule, but rather that she was missing one of Tooru’s matches. As soon as the call was over, she pulled up the live feed and managed to see the last few plays, smiling at the sight of his team celebrating.
Sighing quietly, she brought the documents she needed to look over to bed with her and flopped down onto the mattress, reaching for her phone by the nightstand to take a quick selfie and send it his way. [ Congratulations! I only caught the last few minutes, but I’ll watch the entire match tomorrow. Have a goodnight, baby ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁) ]. With a small smile, she set the phone away and started reading. Being tired but not quite sleepy wasn’t the best frame of mind to go through important documents with, but she could at least get a head start. She was turning the page when a notification had her checking her phone again, opening a message from him and very nearly dropping the device.
[ Thanks, babe! I’ll talk to you later, then. Don’t work too hard! ] was a nice, sweet message to receive while working overtime. But the selfie that came with it had a different mood to it altogether. Tooru was still in the team’s uniform, standing in front of a mirror that showed a large bathroom behind him. He was probably about to go take a shower - the last one, if she had to guess by the fact that he was proudly making his long, thick bulge even more apparent with one hand and holding his sweaty top up to reveal his sculpted abs with the other. And if that wasn’t enough, the look on his stupidly handsome face was one she knew well... One that said I know you want it, but you’ll have to beg for it.
With a big sigh this time, Alice put away the documents and got comfortable in bed instead. Shifting so she was on her side, she looked over the picture again, biting her lower lip. They hadn’t seen each other face to face in a while. Surely she wasn’t the only one feeling this needy. To the point where one suggestive picture of him could take over her brain entirely and leave her incapable of thinking of anything else. So much so that she only realized how long she’d just been lying there pressing her thighs together when another message came in almost half an hour later.
[ Did you touch yourself, thinking of me? ]
Her breath caught in her throat for a second, excitement making her stomach flip. She wanted him so badly, to kiss him, feel his hands on her flesh, have the smell of him lingering on her skin. He knew the effect he had on her, and most of the time, he also knew how she would react to his teasing. Because of it, instead of sending him another message and asking if he was home already, she simply hit the call button, heart racing as it connected and he picked up.
“Not yet.” She answered without even greeting him, wishing she could have seen his face. Was he surprised? If yes, would her punishment be for pleasantly catching him off guard or for being too daring? Either way, just thinking of it was making her wet. But that was just the beginning.
“Can I..?” Alice asked in a breathy, almost trembling voice, hips squirming as her insides clenched needily. Usually he was the one asking questions and giving orders, so taking the initiative and beating him to it came with a high of its own. And when he did break the stunned silence to give her permission with a hum... it felt incredible too.
Rushing at this point would be a disservice, so she took her time. Sinking her fingers into the softness of one breast, she pinched gently at the perky nipple, hand continuing its path downwards until finding itself between her legs. Pressing two digits to her center had her whimpering, not at all surprised to find the fabric already wet.
“Did you touch yourself, baby..?” Her question was soft and unassuming, all fond curiosity. Closing her eyes, Alice thought of the picture, thought of him sliding his shorts down and brandishing his cock for her, his tip leaking precum. He could tell her to get down on her knees and suck him clean. She would. Gladly. But that wasn't the focus right now.
“Are you still hard for me?” Her voice was full of longing and lust, fingers rubbing along her slit through the soaked fabric of her panties, only occasionally flicking at her sensitive clit. “Did you cum already?” Her mind went back to him in the shower now, warm water caressing down his body as he pumped himself to orgasm. Mm, what a waste...
Having built her own arousal up right to the edge, Alice finally pulled her panties aside, moaning as she teased her little clenching hole, circling it with a fingertip. “Can I cum? Please~?” The sound of his spoken permission hit different, making her hips buckle as she easily slid two fingers inside with how wet she was. “Do you want to hear me cum, baby?” After knowing the pleasure of giving her body away to his masterful self, doing it herself was never quite as satisfying, but it would have to do for now.
For a stretch, all he could hear was her heavy breathing laced with soft moans. If he listened really close, maybe the lewd, wet noise of her fingers going in and out, deep and hard. She wanted to see him. Even just through a screen would suffice - having him watching her fuck herself after being turned on by his picture. And that idea was what pushed her over the edge. “Mmm, Tooru!” Cumming with his name on her tongue, Alice pulled her fingers out and kept gently stimulating her clit until the orgasm had washed over her, sighing contently as her body relaxed.
“I miss you, baby...” She whined affectionately while regaining her breath. “Can’t wait to see you again.”
@setternine asked: “You can beg better than that, I think.”
[ Sunday Special Starters & Symbols ]
Her newest song deviated a bit from her usual style. It’d been commissioned for the highly anticipated movie adaptation of a very popular novel - one that was quite risqué in nature and, as such, required a theme song that fit the mood. Alice was no stranger to sexier songs. She'd written a number of those along the way, both for herself and other artists. However, what truly set this one apart from her personal body of work was the music video, more specifically, her wardrobe in it.
While all the ‘real action’ was intercut sequences from the trailer with the actors, the entire setting of it was still a luxurious bedroom. And she’d been dressed in a number of silk and lace getups that had the entertainment world and beyond discussing and analyzing the music video at length. As a marketing strategy, it was a huge success. Both for the movie and the lingerie brands involved. As to her reputation, there was no avoiding unsavory comments, but her fanbase was fully supportive of it, and sales showed the exposure to the movie industry was bringing in new fans as well.
Of course, she’d discussed it with Tobio well before accepting the job. She knew he wouldn’t stop her from taking such a huge opportunity, but him respecting her decision to go through with it did not mean he had to be happy about it. Everything she had a choice on took into account both her own comfort and his. Her outfits were all elegant and sensual. And she only realized that they were reflections of his taste just as much as hers when she watched the final cut.
The first time she saw him again after the music video had premiered was at the gym. Alice had just gotten back into town and headed straight there. The Adlers themselves greeted her warmly, the ones she was closest to daring to make a teasing joke or two. But every now and then she noticed a staffer or someone else who’d come to watch them practice stealing glances at her. And Tobio noticed too, if him growing steadily quieter was anything to go by. She knew he would be staying longer to get his frustrations out with serve practice, and stuck around too as the rest of the team headed out.
Knowing it was partially her fault, the singer gave him time to cool off, keeping a close eye so he wouldn’t end up exerting himself. “Baby...” She called out, soft and apologetic once almost an hour had gone by. “Let’s go home..?” Him not reaching out for another ball was a good sign, and as he walked back towards his things, she offered him a water bottle and a towel, which he accepted in silence and she took as a positive sign. “I’ll wait for you outside so you can shower in peace-” Before she knew it, she was being tugged into the locker room and pressed against the wall, strong arms on either side of her and stunning blue eyes staring down into hers.
His name was right on the tip of her tongue, but the intensity of his gaze stole her breath away. Usually, Tobio made the effort to diminish the glaring height difference between them, but right then he was looming well above her, making her feel trapped in the most exhilarating way. His hands sunk on her waist almost desperately, his stare washing over her form, and it was only then that she realized he had also been restraining himself all this time. Maybe he wasn’t so much upset that other people had been looking at her, but rather that they couldn’t immediately reaffirm their closeness.
Smiling, she placed her smaller hands atop his and guided them under her shirt, sighing when he promptly caressed up her bare skin. “I’m all yours, baby...” Something seemed to snap inside him at that simple show of permission, and suddenly his hands were gripping her hips in the way that made her squirm, hoisting her up so he could fit himself between her legs.
Alice couldn’t help whimpering when feeling him already hard and throbbing, lips parting to take in a sharp breath when he bit and sucked at the sensitive skin of her neck with every intention of leaving marks. Biting her lower lip to keep herself from chuckling, she figured that perhaps he was a little bit upset after all. As they rocked against each other and shared in wanton, sloppy kisses, Tobio had her wet for him in no time. Yet he continued to just rub his thick length to her center, which, in hindsight, should have raised a flag, but she was just as needy for him and simply reached a hand between them herself to push his shorts and underwear down and free his cock.
Whining impatiently as he still wasn’t inside her, Alice angled his tip to her entrance and tugged the soaked lace of her panties aside. She was about to start pulling him closer with her legs when he slid home in one go. Clamping a hand over her mouth to keep herself from loudly crying out as she threw her head back, she took a few long seconds to regain her bearings after nearly cumming from a single, deliciously deep thrust. Hazy green eyes fluttered open again and found him staring at her, standing absolutely still even if sheathed inside her.
Her brows furrowed, hips squirming, trying to get him to move but to no avail. “Tobio..!” She moaned in complaint, only to gasp sharply as he pulled away and rammed himself right back in with another single hard thrust. Hearing that whispered order right by her ear had her tightening around him to the point of making him groan. Alice was nothing if not obedient, hips never stopping their desperate grind against his as she openly begged. “Mmm, fuck me..! Please~ fuck me hard. And deep.” Guiding him into a hungry kiss, she moaned into his mouth when he immediately complied, pounding into her again and again. “I’m so close, baby..! Can I please cum around your cock~?”
The strength of his grip on her is enough to make her weak in the knees, but nothing can compare to that hunger she finds in his kiss - one that echoes perfectly with her own. God, how much she’s longed for this, for them to be able to share not just in the wonderful love they’ve nurtured between them, but also in the overwhelming attraction they feel for each other as well. He might think himself her captor, but she is exactly where she wants to be.
When he presses the undeniable proof of his desire against her, Alice does whimper needily, biting her lower lip to keep from making any more embarrassing sounds. But at the sound of his confession, her furrowed brows ease from the frustration of all the pent up lust and scrunch up again in realization. How astoundingly silly they both are to have been harboring the exact same feelings and holding back for the other’s perceived sake.
Tobio is such a good, proper man. He’s been nothing but respectful, never making advances like that. So much so that every now and then Alice found herself worrying that he might simply not find her sexually attractive. Other times, she considered that maybe he wanted them to save it for marriage? Which filled her with all sorts of giddy feelings that distracted her for a while. Regardless, they love each other. Nothing will change that. She doesn’t mind taking care of it herself.
But now she knows. Why would she be hurt or scared by it? If only he knew how many times she’s come to his apartment, slipped into one of his shirts and lay in their bed to touch herself while surrounded by his scent, crying out his name as she came. Alice is about to tell him when he brings up his teammates out of all things, but she stays quiet and listens, her thundering pulse loud in her ears. Hearing him say what he wants in that low, warning voice of his sends a violent shiver crashing down her spine to collect right between her legs.
“Tobio...” She breathes his name again, taking his large hand on hers with a trembling touch and guiding it down her body, moaning quietly as she contours her curves with his palm before leading his long, beautiful fingers under her skirt where he’ll find her soaking wet for him. Meeting his gaze openly with pupils so blown he can hardly see the green of her eyes anymore, she parts her rosy lips and begs him oh so sweetly. “Fuck me, Tobio~”
@setternine asked: [ shh ] and [ dirty talk ] from smutty interactions :33cc
[ the good ole sunday special~ ]
She hardly recognizes herself. Standing in front of the mirror in her stage outfit with Tobio’s strong hands on her hips, holding her flush against him. Alice never knew she could look so... erotic. The flush that starts on her chest and goes all the way up to the tips of her ears, the inviting part of her lips as she tries to take in air that doesn’t seem to reach her lungs, and the look in her eyes. The desperate, lustful need in her gaze. Is this what she always looks like when they make love..?
Well... While they do love each other dearly, this can hardly count as making love. What with the two of them being in her dressing room and all. But it certainly makes things so much more exciting... It might have been her fault. Tobio had been so nice to accompany her on his day off, and since he was there, she figured she could ask him which outfit he preferred.
She didn’t mind changing in front of him, but perhaps underestimated what kind of reaction it could bring out of her boyfriend. He silently watched her holding piece after piece in front of herself in nothing but lingerie for a while, nodding at the ones he approved of. Only when she finished dressing herself did he get up from his seat and sauntered towards her.
Alice suddenly found herself trapped by his looming presence and the heat of his eyes alone. “Is it... to your liking..?” She asked quietly, nearly startling at the way his stare snapped up to her face, dropping again to linger on her lips. “Yeah...” He mumbled, brows furrowing. Her make-up was already done, so they couldn’t kiss. But she could see the cogs in his brain turning and turning until clicking in place as he seemed to come to the conclusion that he didn’t have to kiss her in order to make her squirm.
A tiny gasp escaped her as a long hand caressed the back of her thigh, only to stop when a loud noise sounded just outside the door. Tobio looked behind them with a an annoyed click of his tongue, looking displeased by the possibility of being interrupted. So he took the next rational step and pulled her into the bathroom. with the added layer of privacy, he felt free to explore to his heart’s content, fingers contouring down the tight fit of her top and playing with the soft material of the skirt.
“Tobio...” Alice sighed, that hint of a whine in her voice going against her better senses and spurring him on. Suddenly being pulled back and feeling the hard press of his cock against her... thank god she always arrived up to an hour in advance to these sorts of programs. And knowing they had the time - even though they shouldn’t - was enough for desire to take over her rationality. Grinding back against him had her breath faltering slightly, biting her lower lip at the way his fingers gently dug into her hips, keeping that tight, delicious friction between them.
It felt so good that she forgot about the make-up and turned her head, lifting her chin as she asked for a kiss. Tobio seemed to pause for a second, but ultimately lifted a hand to gingerly cup her chin and guide her gaze forward to their reflection. “Can’t.” His mumble was whispered with an apologetic kiss to the base of her neck that sent a pleasant shiver tickling down her spine. The fact that he’d refused for her sake only made her love and want him more.
But him bringing her attention to the mirror further sets her desire ablaze. The singer can feel her hips quivering under his touch, trying to keep that slow, hard grind he’s settled for them while eagerly waiting for what is to come. His lips continue to pepper kisses on her skin as he holds her face forward, and it’s incredibly difficult to not ask him to mark her even when she’s supposed to be recording a program in less than an hour.
If the singer walks into the set with hickeys on her neck it will be all over the news in an instant. And yet... the thought of it is also exceedingly arousing. To carry the proof that she belongs to him on her body and show it off in a television broadcast? How outrageous. So much so that she has to press her thighs together to keep from reaching a hand between them.
That’s when the sound of his voice snaps her out of that little reverie and makes her weak in the knees. “Spread your legs.” It’s an order. One she is more than happy to obey. Taking in a shaky breath, Alice does as she’s told, a little step to each side to widen her stance for him. The lack of pressure leaves her aching, clenching in want, and she grinds back against him a little harder, nearly whining when he pulls away. But his hand finally lets go of her chin, and a shudder of pleasure wracks her body when those smoldering glacial eyes of his lock onto hers through the mirror as he unzips his pants.
Alice couldn’t look away if her life depended on it, focusing so her ears can pick up every little noise. The shifting of fabric as he pulls out his cock, the slide of skin on skin as he slowly pumps himself a couple of times. Come on, baby..! She begs in her mind, brows furrowing in frustration as he lets the moment drag on. Unable to see what he’s doing, the anticipation makes her arousal grown tenfold, leaving her absolutely restless. Until the scorching heat of his cock presses up against her center, his swollen tip teasing at her still clothed entrance before sliding back and forth along her slit.
She is momentarily distracted by the gratification of it, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning too loud when she suddenly gasps at a flash of forethought. Quickly, the singer lifts the front of her skirt up to keep him from dirtying the fabric. Tobio leaks a lot of precum, and she can’t walk out of the dressing room with a stain right between her legs. That mini panic averted, she looks back up and her stomach flips at the sight they make. He is leaking. Pearly beads forming at the tip and joining the wet lace he’s rubbing against. She swallows in dry, suddenly wanting to lick him clean, but he pulls her focus back again lighting quick.
“Panties.” Is all he needs to say, and Alice gingerly slides the soaked fabric to the side, hips buckling when she feels the heat of his skin on hers and moaning as a tiny shift has his cock fitting between her lips, his teasing made so much easier now. “You’re so fucking wet.” He growls by her ear and she wonders if he can feel the way her little hole keeps tightening against his shaft. “Can you see it? You’re gonna make a mess on the floor.” And she can see it. The way his cock is already glistening, coated in her pleasure. All ready to slide home inside her.
“Tobio..!” His name is a moaned complaint, hips squirming as she tries to line them up so she can push back and take him in, but he holds her securely in place. She knows what he wants. And she’s not going to wait until he asks for it. “Please~” Alice begs openly in a whisper, grinding against his cock and trembling whenever his tip scores against her clit. “Please, I need you inside me, spreading me open and fuck-” She doesn’t even get to finish, clamping a hand over her mouth despite her make-up to try and stifle a loud, gasping moan at suddenly being stuffed full with all of him.
The overwhelming pleasure leaves her lightheaded, chest falling and rising to try and support her heavy breathing. Alice rests her head back against his chest, biting her lip as to not be too loud while her hips work in tandem with his, slamming back whenever he thrusts forward and quickly working them both right up to the edge. Which is why they failed to hear the several knocks to the door of the dressing room, nor the staffer’s deeply formal apology as he opened it and peeked inside, finding it strangely empty when their main guest had already arrived.
The knock on the bathroom door is a violent shock to their systems, and Alice clamps a hand over Tobio’s mouth this time around. “I’m so sorry, Sakurazuka-san, are you in there? Is everything okay?” The staffer is nothing but polite, apologetic and concerned, but it takes all of Alice’s self control and more to not tell him to get the hell out.
“...I’m fine..! Just give me a moment and I’ll be right out!” She promises, doing her absolute best to sound normal and cheerful. Her entire body is tense, and she wants to curse her boyfriend out for only slowing down his thrust and herself for enjoying it so much.
“Of course! I’ll come back later!” She can see the deep bow the staffer offered the closed door in the eye of her mind, and pays close attention to the sound of him leaving, sighing deeply in relief once the coast is clear. Only to inhale sharply at the way Tobio lifts one of her legs and buries himself even deeper inside her.
“You got really tight there...” He growls, snapping his hips against hers, fucking her hard and fast. Do you like that? She can hear him ask in her mind, eyes drawn lower on the mirror because now she can see the place where they’re connected, how his thick cock has molded her to his size, and how her wetness is dripping down her thighs, disappearing under her stockings.
“Alice... I’m gonna-” Tobio whimpers between heavy breaths, groaning when she tightens around him even more.
“I-Inside..!” She begs him, bringing her gaze back to meet his and shivering at the sight of his sharp stare. “I-I... Want to go out there full of your cum...”
@honedtalent asked: “Where do you want me to cum?”
[ Sexual Sunday ]
She’s the one who invited him to stay over at her apartment in the first place. He has a doctor’s appointment and they are still friends (aren’t they?) so she wasn’t about to let him pay for a hotel when she had an empty guest room. She has extended the same courtesy to Iwaizumi several times, so why not?
That doesn’t mean she won’t have her guard way, way up around him. Not because she thinks he’ll actually do anything, just because she knows how naturally alluring Oikawa is. She goes on with her day as usual, paying extra care whenever entering or exiting any room. It is surprisingly easy... being around him like this in her home. He’s always been very attentive - oftentimes too much - and knows how to steer a conversation in ways to avoid either of them feeling awkward. She’s grateful for it. But it also makes her miss things she doesn’t - or at least shouldn’t - anymore.
Either way, it’s just for one day. Nothing is going to happen between them in one day. Right..?
They cook dinner together, he insists on doing the dishes, and they just talk for hours on the couch in the intimacy of a quiet night and dimmed lights, as if there weren’t years of distance between them. Alice turns in with a strange feeling in her heart, too reminiscent of a time when he was the person who knew her better than anyone else in the world.
She wakes up early the next morning, takes a shower and gets dressed to go out. It’s a Saturday and she doesn’t really have anything planned, but... staying at home feels a little too dangerous. His appointment is in the early afternoon and she told him he could just leave the key with the receptionist if he comes back and she’s not there. By the time she’s finished eating breakfast and goes to put on some make-up before leaving, she hears him in the shower. And of course, right as she’s about done, the door slides open.
The sight of him with nothing but a towel over his hips is incredibly distracting. Too distracting, in fact, as the earring she was putting on slips free from her grasp and falls to the ground. Her eyes instinctively follow its path, making her curse internally as they linger over the shape of his muscles on the way. In the end, she decides against bending down to pick it up and simply removes the other earring with an apology, turning around to beat a quick retreat when she feels his hand gently closing around her wrist.
It’s hard to pay attention to his own earnest apology when her pulse is sounding so loudly in her ears. He reassures her he didn’t mean to make her uncomfortable and that she didn’t have to run away from him, he could just get dressed and stay at a café until his appointment. But all she can do in response is shake her head no. “You’re not making me uncomfortable...” She admits, swallowing in dry slightly. “On the contrary.” She’s too comfortable with him. And it makes her want things she can’t have anymore.
Those sharp, sharp eyes of his don’t miss anything, and suddenly the light touch of his masterful fingers meant only to halt her for a moment becomes a warm grip that seems to ask her to stay. And that’s all she needs to give in. All she needs to lean in closer, past the line they’d drawn years ago. His kiss is as intoxicating as she remembers, and it awakens a hunger in her that continues to grow exponentially the more she tastes it.
As his tongue slides past her lips, she wraps her arms around his neck and brings them closer, feeling her stomach flip at the way he grips her hips. He lifts her up on the counter and she parts her legs for him, quiet sighs and soft moans filling the room as the heat between them keeps building to the point of boiling over.
But it’s only when she calls him - begs him - “Tooru...” instead of Oikawa-san and tugs his towel off that he actually takes the lead, pulling the lace of her panties to the side and sinking home inside her. Alice anchors herself with a hand on the side of his neck, fingers sifting through his wet hair as their lips meet again, bodies falling into a familiar rhythm of pushing each other to the edge of their climaxes. But none of them wants it to end so soon.
When he pulls out to give himself a moment to cool off, she steps back down on the floor, taking in the sight of him, fully nude in her bathroom, fingers tightly wrapped around the base of his length. And suddenly she doesn’t want to be helpful anymore, turning around and pushing her hips out, arching the small of her back in a way that makes him growl.
Gasping wantonly as he slides into her again, Alice takes support on the counter and pushes her hips back in time with his thrusts, watching him over her shoulder. Until one of his hands guides her attention to the mirror in front of them and the other travels down to where they’re joined, rubbing her clit with just the right amount of pressure to leave her fluttering erratically around him.
They’re both so close, and when he whispers that breathy question right by her ear, she clenches him so tightly that it draws a husky moan from deep within his chest. Her lips part to take in a much needed breath, green eyes honed in on their reflection, the contrast between her fully dressed and flustered and him fresh out of the shower only adding to how arousing a picture they made.
“...In- Inside me.” She whimpers, knowing it’s what he wants to hear - and more importantly, that’s he is well aware of what she wants as well - and going even further. “Don’t stop, Tooru. I want you to fill me up- mmm!” A hard thrust interrupts her train of thought and she can do nothing but moan as he slams into her harder and faster, pushing her off the edge and following right after.
Strong arms circle around her waist and hold her close to his muscular frame, which she is grateful for after such an overwhelming orgasm. Panting, Alice leans back against his chest, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. His kiss is now soft and caring, almost at odds with the lust still coursing through their veins as he reaches a hand between her legs again, tugging her panties back in place after he pulls out and giving her center a gentle pat.
She can feel his smile - the smugness of it against her lips. He really does remember everything, doesn’t he?
The bedroom was the only place where Atsushi was ever mean. Only he was mean in the best of ways. He knew exactly what to do to bring her to the heights of pleasure and keep her there for as long as he wanted, her body a fine instrument he could play with absolute mastery.
Alice would never complain about him devoting what felt like hours to overwhelming her with desire. But his rule of three usually left her at the brink of madness, reduced to a trembling, whimpering mess in their bed. With her sensitivity drawn into overdrive, the contrast between the long fingers thrusting in and out of her and the caress of cool digits against her burning skin keeps her in a state of ecstasy.
“Atsu...” She begs him breathlessly, small hands clenching around the sheets. The brilliant green of her eyes is glazed over with lust, golden tresses sticking to her glistening skin. He’s pushed her over the edge of her pleasure thrice already. For their first few times, she was already exhausted by that point. But he’s been steadily teaching her hunger. How to cultivate. How to accept it. How to pursue it. And she wants more. She wants more of him. And she wants to pleasure him in return too.
He knows it. Has been keeping an eye out for that exact moment. The shift that happens in her when he’s driven her into a corner and pushed her past the point of no return. That’s when he instructs her to be honest. And it lights another fire inside her.
Alice gathers her strength, and pushes herself up despite her body still feeling like jelly after three ravaging orgasms. Without breaking eye contact with him, she gets up on her knees and turns around so her back is facing Atsushi, making a show out of lowering her front to the bed. She parts her knees and arches the small of her back for him, reaching a hand between her legs and holding herself open.
“I want-” She starts, but quickly corrects herself. “I need you inside me...” She is soaking wet, beads of nectar dripping from her center as it clenches wantonly. His taste for making her cum so many times is both wonderful and practical. Atsushi is big. Deliciously so. Taking him in without being ridiculously aroused would prove a bit challenging. And this particular position she seems very fond of allows him to sink into her completely.
“Atsu, I want you to stuff me full with your cock.” Her sweet, lovely voice seemingly made to beg and whisper such filthy things. “Please~? Deep. And hard. Fuck me all you want, baby. I’m all yours.”
“Don’t cover your face. You’re so pretty when you blush.”
[ sweet filthy things to say~ ]@honedtalent
His voice is gentle and lovely, no hint of teasing in his compliment. But it doesn’t help things any. In fact, it makes the blush spread from her upper chest and face all the way up to the tips of her ears. His airy chuckle has her spreading her fingers a bit to peek from behind the shelter of her hands. She loves seeing him laugh. And when he gingerly pulls her hands away from her face she is once again struck by how gorgeous he looks in the throes of passion.
“What are you so embarrassed for all of a sudden?” There is both amusement and fondness shining in his gaze as he laces their fingers together, bringing one of her hands up to his lips so he could kiss it. “We’ve done so much more in so many places...” He reminds her as lust takes over his eyes, voice a dark velvet that makes her stomach flip.
“I’m not...” Alice whimpers, biting her lower lip to keep herself quiet when he gives her a hard thrust that feels absolutely delicious but is clearly meant to be a punishment for not being honest.
“Oh, yes you are.” And he keeps pushing into her deep and hard until he draws a proper moan from her, all the while smiling so sweetly. “Am I going to have to make you tell me what it is..?”
Swallowing in dry, she couldn’t help the way her eyes drifted away from him and around his room. She chewed on her lip again, only to feel a tiny shiver tickling down her spine when she saw understanding flash across his gaze before being quickly replaced by something absolutely wicked.
Oikawa’s smile turns into a smirk and he brings both her hands above her head, holding them there and spreading his knees a little more, widening his stance and hers. “Is it because it’s the first time we’re doing this in my house..?” He whispers, slowing down the pace just to watch her squirm. “First time we’re doing it in my room?”
She can feel herself blushing harder, whimpering as he goes from such fast, hard thrusts to just slowly stirring her up in the way he knows drives her insane. “Mmm..!”
He laughs again, a lovely sound accompanied by a sweet kiss. “Don’t worry... my parents aren’t coming back until Monday. You can be as loud as you want.” He suggests with just a hint of demand, nibbling on her earlobe and whispering. “So... brace yourself, baby.”
