libero!reader confesses in a game of truth or dare to having a big, fat crush on karasuno's ace, asahi azumane. he makes a bold move to let you know the feeling is mutual, and things spiral out of control as you both don't want to let the golden opportunity to get physical pass by, as you have all year, and are further fueled by each other's newness, long-repressed desires, and willingness to keep going no matter what.
part one - he barely fits. (nsfw)
karasuno volleyball teams have a co-ed sleepover and after daichi goes to sleep, you scour his home for a suitable closet to play 7 MIH. you are A-okay being crushed to death if it means getting close to him.
part two - somewhere quiet. somewhere private. (nsfw)
after a sobering interruption, and the party dying, you're both left craving more than ever. wading, aimless, in the fractured social dynamics. knowing you both want it was half the battle. where to get into it is the real challenge.
part three - getting railed in daichi's laundry room (Ი𐑼 super nsfw !)
you attempt keep each other quiet, sweating and lustful but ultimately unsure about one another because everything has moved so fast. he proves his keep through restrained patience, grumbly proclamations, and fucking you absolutely dumb on top of the dryer.
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Ი𐑼 note. everyyyybody and their momma saw the first one, but the second and especially the third are way better. it kills me. they fell into obscurity and i spent sooo much time on that smut
i would literally sell my soul for more asahi smut(or literally anything tbh)
- (your stuff is actually so good bro. keep it up💯💯)
p.1 asahi getting rough with petite!reader
thank you!!! 😭❤️man, asahi is the most perfect character for some of my fav tropes ughh he's such a sweetie
warnings. nsfw themes. recreational use of alcohol. minors DNI
details. nsfw / fem!reader / manager!reader / short!reader / rough play! fetish / mutual size kink / mutual crushing / playfighting / version of spin the bottle / suggestive wrestling / asahi is a gentleman / inappropriate hard-ons / sitting on asahi's shoulders / houseparty / tipsy!asahi / lightweight!suga / 2.4k words / two-parter, reply to be tagged for next nsfw part
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"Aawww-!" Was a chorus of giggly groans throughout the little circle of Karasuno players. Your bottle landed on what was undeniably Asahi.
It filled Daichi's living room, which had been completely rearranged to make room for a friendly fight circle. As their more reserved manager, you decided that you shouldn't partake in a bottle-spinning, play-fighting, testosterone-pumping, sweaty activity at the start of the night.
"That's not a fair fight!"
After a few drinks and watching multiple rounds, you began to adopt an unfounded confidence that you'd be able to win one of these silly wrestling matches.
The name of the game was to keep a volleyball in your arms at the end of a three-minute timer. The trick, for most, was to take on their opponent, tire them out, and turtle over the ball in the last 10 seconds.
It seemed doable from your comfy spot on the couch, when you watched Tanaka prevail over Ennoshita, or the energetic match between Hinata and Nishinoya. When you volunteered to go, you were sure you could take anyone. But Asahi? He was arguably the most formidable opponent.
"Noo, let her fight Yamaguchi!" Suga was beet-red from his one drink, clinging to Daichi at the reveal that your match was against tonight's three-time Champ.
"Yamaguchiii!" He called, giggling, but you shook your head.
You didn't want to fight somebody that wasn't a challenge. If Asahi was #1, then Yamaguchi was #12. Bottom of the bracket.
Asahi glanced around the circle of guys telling him not to, already unsure if he should accept this turn, and to let you try fighting somebody your size, first.
"Hey, hey, now-!" Daichi tried to quiet the uproar and laughter, grinning, "Let her -hhaha- let her decide!"
Now that everyone had their own opinions, somewhat sharing the sentiment that if you fought, you'd suffer a terrible loss, your delusion grew a bit out of proportion.
You stood and passed your drink to Yachi. She gasped and grabbed your shirt as if you were a sacrifice. The room fell quieter, except for the failed, muffled laughter against elbows and hands.
"I'll take him!" You asserted, "And I'll win."
Cheers, applause, noise of all kinds preceded the start of some bets. Asahi grew warm at all the attention, and the pushing, and the teasing. If he lost, nobody would ever let him hear the end of it.
"You just gonna let her talk to you like that, bro?!" Nishinoya called.
He was snickering at his best friend's face, money already on you winning. All Asahi had to do was stand up for the guys to start 'Ooooh'ing, and for you to feel much, much smaller.
You were safe and across the circle, the game hadn't started yet, but as he pulled his hair up into a bun, you started sweating. He won his match with Kageyama by real wrestling, the one with Suga was more of just tiring his opponent out, and the one with Narita was won by brute-forcing the ball out of his grip.
Those weighty arms naturally flexed, moving to grab the elastic from between his teeth to tie it up. After enough jabs from Suga and Daichi, he realized he needed to verbally respond to your challenge.
Lightly buzzed, and not as shy about the reality of the fight, "I'm not goin' easy on you just 'cause you're tiny."
Now you had to beat him. You felt the fury of generations, notably Nishinoya, who was clambering over other guys to join your corner at the clear rage-bait.
"You better beat his ass for that!" He screamed over the delighted whoops and cheers.
Daichi resumed his ref-spot, ball in hand, as you both made it to the center of the circle.
You came up to his chest. He cocked his head down at you, a subtle endearment to his eyes, like he was admiring a small animal-- it was underestimation, an intimidation tactic for sure.
"Good," You muttered, a narrowed gaze at your opponent.
Daichi placed the ball on the floor between you and backed up before starting your time.
Asahi kicked it to the edge of the circle, disinterested in a game of keep-away. It wasn't advantageous to grab now, so you engaged him.
After watching enough of his matches, you knew he went low, first, so you stayed much, much lower.
It hardly served you. Any offensive move to take him just wasn't forceful enough, and you found yourself soon trapped once he got a hold of you.
And once he did, it felt like you would never be able to escape. The way he knew how to move you around was incredible- forget about his power, you couldn't even defend against his technique.
It also didn't take a lot of guessing to know what was compromising, and what wasn't- the team was vocal about what you needed to do, which prevailed mostly as different versions of 'Run away.'
40 seconds in, he readjusted his grip to something twisted, unnatural, and you were about three steps behind when he completed the move and pulled you up.
His arms were around your waist, your legs in the air, as he came up to a kneel.
"Ah!" You squealed, world turned upside-down.
You locked your legs around his shoulders, squeezing hard, but it didn't help you as he stood up onto his feet.
"Oh- shit-!!"
"Yoooo!"
"Asahi, take it easy!!"
Your fingertips couldn't make it to the floor- you weren't sure that you wouldn't hit your head, even if they did. His body was so hot against your back, his sheer strength such a shock, it stole your senses for a moment.
"Uh! Ref! Ref! That can't be legal!" Yachi pointed.
"Technically," Daichi took a moment to puff his collar with air, scanning the 'legality' of it, "Uh- it's... allowed."
You had never been so grateful to be wearing a bra. Your shirt didn't come all the way up, but you still took a second to tuck it before gripping your way to a curl-up.
At the top, you grabbed the back of his neck. It earned a strong grimace.
It served him right, since he was making a mockery out of you.
"Mmmh- sorry," Asahi spared you an apologetic look, even letting you finish tucking in your shirt before moving to a different position.
It was all in all, a lot of time, sitting up on his shoulders. It earned many, many whistles and half-vulgar expressions that Daichi had to quiet down.
"You good?" He cracked himself up a little with the question, unable to look anywhere but between your legs. You could feel his warm panting against you and tried not to think about it.
"Mhm."
It was curt, beyond embarrassment at this point. You wanted a fighting chance to touch the ball. If he kept you up here, you wouldn't be able to try.
If you had been one of the guys, he might've been a little less gentle letting you onto the floor. Still, he kept you down and wasted no time to pull himself free from your thighs, then pin you on your back.
He sat on your hips. It seemed so lame, and simple, but you couldn't lift yourself out from under him. You were getting weaker just by trying.
It was worse when he looked you in the eye, a little too sweet, as if he wasn't even thinking about the match.
The only thing that saved you was the time running out. You had just one minute left and still hadn't touched the ball.
"Asahi, get the damn ball!" Suga hollered, now on his second drink.
He sat back a little, glancing around for it- it was enough weight displacement to yank a leg out. He was still deciding between keeping you down and grabbing the ball. You were able to take advantage of the indecision and fly towards it, just before him.
And you were exhausted, hugging it close to your chest, huffing with a kind of tired you hadn't quite known before.
Spite was the only thing you ran on, at this point. Your muscles were screaming with fatigue, your breath shallow and rapid, making your forearms a little slick from condensation.
Eyes screwed shut, you couldn't help but squeak at the sound of him upon you- he was so scary, you finally understood how other teams could get intimidated by the way he played in matches.
"30 seconds!! (Y/n)!" Nishinoya bellowed, "Just 30 seconds!! Hold it!!"
His big fingers were digging, slowly but surely prying like steel under your arms. Every time he spared a moment to readjust, you squeezed harder and impeded his progress, so it forced a different approach.
A forearm barred against the front of your hips, stalling your breath for a moment- once he had a grip around you, he completed the hold and dropped his shoulder to the floor.
And in one, big groan against your ear, he curled, flipping you on top of him.
"Noooo-!!" Nishinoya and Yachi watched along in horror.
You braced, a simple cry all you could make, knowing that you were done for. You lay face up- your back against his chest, the only thing keeping the ball in your possession was a weak arm hold.
Asahi didn't instantly go for it, though.
He crunched his legs up in lock, prying yours down with shameful ease. It must've been some form of showmanship, to truly have you trapped.
The labored rise and fall of his chest moved your whole upper body, yet another enticing reminder that he eclipsed you in size. You could've sworn he was laughing.
Before he could take the thing out of your hands, you chucked it all the way across the circle.
"Oooooh!!"
"Ten seconds! Ten seconds!"
You both scrambled away from each other to grab the ball. For once, you had a head start and started pulling yourself towards it.
A grip on your ankle, just before you could close the distance, dragged you backwards in a comical slide.
"Aah-h-!!" You yelped again, all your progress lost, all your hope fading as he climbed over you.
But he couldn't quite reach the ball. He was weighing you down to keep you from moving.
Now faced with the reality you wouldn't win, you refocused all your effort on keeping him away. You quickly got into more of a sprawl to keep his hips further back while he was distracted, nails digging into his big, outstretched forearm with a strangled, but determined groan.
He quickly silenced you by bringing that arm back, crushing it underneath your combined bodies in an unintentional choke.
The fingers on his other hand were dancing against the ball. You were able to twist, just barely, to snake your hand to his bicep and force a subtle bend at the elbow.
"Time!"
It was such a cathartic experience. For about 3 seconds. As long as it took for you to both stop bracing.
After that, your heart was pounding for a very different purpose. Though you had been able to shove your dirty thoughts to the side in the name of sportsmanship, the position you finished in was pornographic and you quickly felt a throbbing between your thighs.
"Ahhh-- fuck-!" He groaned, heavy and burning hot against your neck, "You're- Mm, you were good."
You winced at the sensation and the tired, grumbly bass in his voice.
Your legs had the outside disadvantage, knees spread wide in another dismal effort to remain low. His hips were crammed against the back of yours, allowing you to feel the indisputable bulge pressed tight against your cunt.
What made it worse was that you couldn't move until he took his weight off, and he was so tired that it took him longer than you to catch his breath.
His forearm slid off of your neck and he finally muscled himself up. It left you a bit weak, wobbly, sort of needy for that weight on top of you again.
What may have felt like a few million years was, in reality, only a few more seconds. Nobody noticed, or they at least weren't pointing it out, in favor of teasing him for not finishing the match.
"A tie, dude?!"
"Rematch! Rematch!"
"I know you're not tired!"
Since you were the underdog, you were spared of such disparaging comments. You had, after all, gotten the closest to winning against him. A tie was satisfying in its own right.
"--if he wasn't so damn distracted-,"
Suga's disappointed mutter to Daichi caught your attention as you took your place back on the couch next to them. You leaned forward and stole his attention right away.
"Not that I wasn't rooting for you!" He clarified. "It's just that--,"
Daichi cleared his throat, very loudly, twice, with a wide stare towards his friend. That was not his secret to tell.
"Right... right."
There was no time, no room to ask another question, because Asahi carefully walked the perimeter of the circle to get to Daichi. He squatted in front of him. They began talking in covered whispers. They exchanged a few back-and-forth's.
It ended in Daichi dapping him up, a big grin on his face. He patted his back, hard but friendly, and made some room so he could exit the makeshift perimeter.
You figured that was the end of it, and started to collect yourself as he hopped over the back of the couch. Kageyama was taking on Tsukishima in a heated, technically complicated match. Now, you had some sympathy because you were still unable to shake the indescribable shock of getting pinned.
It felt eerily similar to the jolt you got from his big, warm hand back on your shoulder.
When you turned to look at him, he was a bit flushed. So modest, considering how rough he had just been with you.
"You wanna come help me with somethin'?"
"Sure!" You glanced around his kind, but gruff features and couldn't figure him out.
He let you use his shoulders to steady yourself as you also climbed over the back of the couch. It was sweet, and it would've been scarier without his help.
"What's up?" You spared a look back to Daichi and Suga, who were grabbing and shoving each other in excitement, and tried to lighten him up a little with a playful shove on the stairs, "You want a rematch?"
It didn't move him at all. Sharing a laugh, he joked, "Uhh, well- kind of."
bluf: your long-standing unhinged crush on the biggest guy in your class is finally validated in the form of getting completely railed in somebody else's laundry room
warnings. explicit nsfw. minors DNI
details. fem!reader / cold open / sweaty laundry room sex / technically PDA / confident?asahi / keeping each other quiet / rampant shared size kink / soft top!asahi / feral bottom!reader / mentions of sexual dysfunction / testing asahi's patience (uh oh) / bratty-ish!reader / 3k words
Asahi's facial hair scratched against your sticky thighs- a sensation that left you gasping, curled forward with surprise.
You hadn't thought about how tingly it would feel.
But you had all of his other features mapped out, perfect images dedicated to memory from hours of gaudy classroom daydreaming.
Those sweet brown eyes - how they might widen with surprise to find your imagination beyond what he could anticipate. Those big, strong palms parting your legs, squeezing your hips to the point of discomfort. Those soft lips you watched all night talk, and talk, and talk now finally where you needed them. And yeah, the goatee was something extra.
"Mmnh--," You whined at those rough fingers slipping across your cunt.
'There was no need.' Is what you told him- or tried to- but he gave you a funny look that shut you up right away. He had no idea how mean he could look.
He seethed, lids low at the sight of his fingers spreading you open. You were a real piece of work.
"Hmm..." Was a cruel hum as he sucked a slow kiss to your clit, and mumbled the rest into you, "How big d'ya'think I am?"
"Ah--!" You gasped, flexing literally under his words.
It sent your mind racing. Guys didn't talk themselves up right before they pulled it out. It was usually the other way around.
And, in no position to feel satisfaction over clocking his well-concealed ego, he hammered you with another little gem:
"No- I, I want you to guess," His smile grew as he sucked into another two, four, ten kisses to your sex. He spoke to you still so sweet. No indication of backhandedness, or pageantry.
Yet, he was baiting you. A step under just asking, 'Did you know what you got yourself into, you little freak?'
Maybe you had accidentally teased him too much? Or implied that, maybe, he wasn't a challenge? You barely knew him, so his playfulness could've been so many things.
A big, slow, lap left you gasping more.
"H-ahh-," You struggled as he readjusted your legs to not squeeze his head so much, "M-n- I-i- think..."
You couldn't get your words out. His arms were prying you, his tongue just rapture on your throbbing clit.
"Fu-ck..." You stopped trying to answer with a sigh.
Tired from squeezing, and clenching, and writhing, you laid flat on the dryer. Just about the only muscle that carried any ounce of tension was the arch of your back, to help him hold you. He made no indication that he noticed.
He kept you fucked out way before he touched his own cock.
Your whines carried, especially when he was deliberately drawing them out by fucking you too rough with his fingers-- but you were slowly easing around them, learning that he was only trying to help by denying you. He needed you exhausted. He needed you gone.
That's what he was after. You weren't going to be a good fit for him. Just like the closet. Just like the laundry room.
This couldn't be another 'almost.' He wanted it to work with you.
So you needed to learn how to stay quiet, before this got worse.
His heavy palm replaced your undisciplined one -hardly doing a thing to keep the sounds from spilling out- and you tracked his eyes. First, narrowed at you for being such a bratty loud-mouth-- second, the door-- then, the machine you found yourself on. The idea's scope was too precarious to entertain.
His intense eyes flickered back to you as he started to mutter.
"You need to--"
You cranked the knob up and smashed its On button before he could finish the thought. Its roar was flinch-worthy, and left you both aching and still for an agonizing handful of moments. His squeeze rendered you motionless.
Listening. Waiting.
Many more seconds after you were certain you were in the clear, he finally relaxed and looked down at you again, trading a diligent watchfulness towards the door for something scornful.
"Ohh." You bit your lip to keep from smiling.
It wasn't supposed to be a challenge. You just liked how well he wore displeasure.
But his lips parted, jaw reworking with a nod, at your shitty self preservation skills and- what was so much worse- the recklessness in your amusement towards it. He should have used his brain a little bit sooner.
Were you about to get him in a world of trouble? How worth it were you?
Tiny dust particles danced above you- catching the in the slats of yellow light from the hallway.
You had the same lines, glistening, across your pretty body. You sat up on your elbows, staring up at him with a stupid hunger- something not proportional to your size, nor the temperament he thought you had.
Maybe you were a match made in Hell.
Of all the sayings that many a wise person had given him over his years, one in particular stuck right here, right now.
A week before he broke and quit volleyball for months. Suga told him, "If you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen." It was when his confidence had plummeted and his mistakes towered over him like mountains. Maybe it was a long-time frustration voiced out of desperation, maybe it was intentional. To push somebody who seemed unmovable.
You now tracked him, careful not to make any more faces, as his hands raked up his neck, ending behind his head.
Shoulder-length locks bounced onto his shoulders. The hair tie that kept them back was between his fingers, and it didn't take long to understand that he was tying the door knobs together after he started fiddling with it.
You were more of an intuitive creature.
So, you knew he was in the midst of some kind of struggle. It probably had to do with you. He was a thorough kind of guy- he considered things, and shouldered that keen awareness quietly.
"You don't have to like me," You mumbled against his ear as you reached up for him.
Coping. You were coping at an exponential level.
"Oh, I like you," He grumbled, his attention to your pliable form in his arms was instant.
The flood of relief through your veins at his admission was enough to convince you that yeah, actually, he did need to like you. But you weren't going to change for him.
He trapped you between himself and the dryer again.
"Fuck..."
When he started to pull himself out, you forgot about everything at once.
You flinched. It was hot and weighty on your navel- his hips were already so heavy that yours throbbed, sore, from supporting him.
It could've been how he considered your reaction- but it was more likely that it was in his nature that he didn't rush things right away. He snacked on your neck, coating himself slowly in the slippery mess he had made of you. His body was heavy with contentment in the here and now.
"Can you promise me you're gonna be quiet?"
Consideration kept your lids low in thought as you took him in your hand.
"Can you?"
It didn't feel like your toys. Your playful smirk fractured apart to heed a shuddery gasp.
Slowly and deliberately he kept stuffing himself deeper. None of his movement was wasted or uncoordinated.
"F-uck-- ohh my g-od--," He groaned.
His chin pressed, slipping, against your forehead. The tips of his hair were getting stuck to your face.
But the heat- that sticky, heaviness of the room- made it that much easier to take his growing, blossoming, intensity. You had to relax your thighs completely, trusting his mild-mannered and soft nature.
Of course, you wanted to hear everything he felt. You loved his whiny proclamations and heady groans at how good your pussy felt, but-- even more than that, you wanted to keep going.
Your hand, shaky and a little clumsy as it hit his cheek, found its spot over his mouth.
"Mnh--mm," Even as he backed up, you kept your palm there.
Ironic, who had stepped up into some responsibility.
You grinned, poorly, and struggled to shush him. He thought it was the cutest thing ever and sank further into you.
You were probably dripping down the side of the dryer. None of it would've been possible without excessive foreplay. Nor his insistence that it wasn't enough.
The stretch. It was filthy. He barely pulled out because he knew he was deeper than you could likely handle. It pushed you to your limit.
"You doin' okay?" His sigh brushed past your skin, priming you, for more soft kisses.
All things considered, he was not so difficult to take. He listened. He was tentative where you tightened, hard where you craved it, and made it look easy.
"Y-eah."
You sounded pitiful. It wasn't your fault he crafted you into jelly just by the sound of his voice.
He chuckled into another half-restrained kiss.
The angle that he had to stand was a little awkward. He was too cordial to say anything, but the dryer was low enough for him to need to take on a wider stance to really give it to you.
This, plus leaning forward, took on a small toll that was bound to multiply over time.
He made the fatigue look so sexy, though.
Asahi parted from you as slow as he could stand it, eyes darting around you in search of discomfort. When he found none, he raked his hair back with his hand and slid his grip onto your trembly legs.
"F-uck--," He propped your legs up.
You giggled. It sounded far away.
You could feel your head getting cloudy as you admired his gorgeous body taking you. He supported your weight like it was nothing, swallowed back his own bliss.
"G-h-od..." His breathing shallowed, "So-o pretty..."
His expression screwed up, head tilting, as he stared every inch of you down and unintentionally hastened his pace.
"Mnh-!" Your sudden fussing was clearly a good thing.
Though some intelligence had been phasing in and back out of you-- he walled it completely off with some sickeningly sweet teasing.
"This what you wanted?" His soft kisses to your ankle reassured you that his words weren't antagonistic.
If anything, the manner that he cradled you- touched you- even in your high-energy moments, offered you a world of insight into how he treated others. With care and reverence.
"Tell me."
You sobbed into your own palm. How could he do that?
So sweet, so steadfast and assuring-- then he stiffens you back up with a firmness that everyone swore was his true nature. You realized you were close, much later than you usually knew.
"O-h my god-," Your glassy eyes pleaded with him to keep going, to stay right there.
He did. But he shut you up again, because you kept proving that you could not be trusted.
"Shhh-sh, sshh...."
He handled you like he'd always known you.
As you gripped and scratched, and babbled in an incoherent panic- his low and unwavering gaze was never intimidated, nor did it indicate any surprise. Like he knew he was going to get you to this point all along. It just took you this long to catch up.
Despite the steadiness that characterized him, there was obvious affection- within it, a subtle endearment at how cute you looked when you came.
When the strength in your squeezing began to fade, he was there to support you. Leaned back down, guiding your legs from his shoulders to his sides.
"I got ya- yeahh, I gotchu," His crooked smile nuzzled into your hair. His words buzzed across your scalp.
He keeps going, but it's unhurried and careful.
You don't want him to stop, you don't want him to part from you, so you reach for him, panting.
He presses another kiss to your temple, a faint sigh breezing over your hot skin.
"You okay-?" He bites a big smile back at your muffled, drunken whine.
A big palm trades the hollow of your knee for the side of your face, "Cutie..."
You couldn't believe it. He was calling you cute-- fucking you stupid on top his best friend's dryer. It was worthy of an 'Aww,' but you didn't have it in you.
He wasn't horse-like- but the word stallion kept cropping into your head. Maybe it was the hair, tips dripping or stuck heavy with sweat across his neck and shoulders. His frame, too, was full of power, athleticism, that offered him a supply of energy you weren't competing with even on your best of days. This was the toughest sex, like, ever- and you were on your back. He was still at an oddly wide, receive-like stance.
But the stress melted off of him as he stood tall again, fixing your legs forward.
"Ah-h!"
You covered your own mouth, surprised again at the newness of it.
"I'm oka-y," You whisper quickly, before he can sacrifice his comfort again to check on you.
His biggest grin was rare. He smiled at you a lot, more so with his eyes, but that grin without the laughter to accompany it was special.
"G-ood," Was a little wavery- and the first time you felt excited for a guy to finish, too.
He's flexing, irregularly and crooked, and at odd intervals, but he makes it look like a beautiful kind of torture the closer you draw it out of him.
You felt him start to grip and squeeze, flinch, and gasp as you had.
Sleepy and honeyed, your lips curled with pride watching this pretty boy control himself. He comes back down to fuck you deeper.
"Ah-hhaha-hm-mmn!" You laughed, giddy, and cooed at him like he was more adorable than grizzly.
He liked it. He was in another world, but he acknowledged you with a look-- you're funny, huh?
Your hands slid to the sides of his face, keeping all that hair back, as you felt him flex inside of you.
"Y-ou can cum'in me- if y'want--," Another gasp cuts your joke off.
His nails burrowed into your plush at the thought.
Asahi wasn't slow anymore and you weren't certain how many more thoughts he had swimming around in order to remain deliberate-- so yeah, you shouldn't have said it so haphazardly.
But you kept his eye contact, and considered once again how cute your kids could be. It was different with him inside you; preferable, to the distance you often had when you thought about it.
He winced at that rawness in your expression, "H-ah!"
"F-uck--!" He rasped. One hand trapped the back of your thigh as insurance to pull out.
It took zero touching for him to cover your tummy in messy, sticky white. His forearms made a significant, metallic thud near the sides of your head.
He was shaky when he came. You held him, both because it was the only thing you could do, and because you wanted to soak in the gracelessness of his tired body.
It took a very long time for him to stop trembling so bad.
Maybe you had rushed to get here. Maybe you were both impatient and equally demanding in your curiosity. But he did not show you the heedlessness you were prepared for. He hadn't mishandled you even once. Even when you pissed him off, a little.
The feverish quest for more didn't end in a blazing garbage fire. It wasn't even transactional, if you didn't count how much effort it took to get to this closet.
"I thought you were-," You started small, inaudible maybe, if you hadn't spoken onto the shell of his ear, "Gonna be... pretty bad."
He laughed, breathy, and regained the sense to not squish you so hard.
His backing off was marked by measured glances and slipping, pleasant touches across your skin.
"And?"
You fretted at the tingly, overwhelming sensation of his fingers down your sides.
A gasp didn't stop you from teasing him back, "It was o-kay."
"Ohh."
A stealthy and light touch was his palm, spreading, across your entire throat.
There was no squeeze, but he used the divots in your jaw to turn your head up and keep you from looking at him. He dipped back down to lap at your ruined cunt.
"Mnh!" You body seized. You accidentally kneed him in the head.
Asahi took it like a champ- but you fidgeted more, trying to sit up but slipping, gasping at the discomfort in your tummy, all while he clumsily tried to keep you still.
"Stop sto-ahh, ah," He laugh and rubbed where you had made contact. His jaw made a clicking noise.
"Oh my god-"
"It's okay-!"
Panicked and hushed whispers didn't carry far over the dryer, still rumbling beneath you, but he did stumble and bump the door trying to keep you down. Thanks to that trusty hair tie, it didn't open all the way.
"Shhh..." You could hear the grin under his shushing, "I'm fine. Promise."
After some fight, you slowly collapsed back, pained, soaking wet, but immensely satisfied.
"You're a lot," He slicked some of his hair back, exhaustion palpable as he considered sitting down in this lint trap of a closet, "For such a tiny thing..."
You screwed your eyes shut, bracing, at the rejection to come. You got what you wanted. Or, at least, what you advertised.
"Yeah, I know," You mumbled.
His thumb grazed your cheek. You leaned into his palm, already full of grief for something that had not ended yet.
"I like it."
His assertion was gentle but carried an emphasis to break through your doubt.
"I- like it." He repeated. Lost in that growing, starry look in your eyes.
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notes: oh boy oh boy oh boy. fav one so far. but this one was tough from start to finish because i couldn't find a proper angle. felt like i was reinventing things every time i came back to add more scenes. but it is still a huge fic, especially for what is 89% smut.
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more of my asahi, if you're on a kick:
asahi 7 MIH part one and part two
soft top!asahi series (more size kink) (nsfw)
grinding on asahi (nsfw)
playfighting kink asahi (personal fav two parter, nsfw)
hiiiii your asahii fics are soooo good!! Are you ever going to finish seven minutes in heaven?? no rush ofccc❤️❤️
asahi azumane x reader sharing a closet
a 7 Minutes in Heaven continuation
warnings. nsfw. minors DNI
details. fem!reader / 7 min. in heaven / heavy size kink / heavy claustrophilia / soft top!asahi / mutual crushing / manhandling / forehead kisses and grinding / thigh riding / flirty!asahi / making out / hickeys and marking / PDA / body worship / rough but sweet!asahi / 2.1k words / oooone more part should end this one
Asahi took up the space behind you, having to maneuver in a special way to get out of the crawl space.
When you glanced back, face burning at all the supportive whistles and worse questions, you realized he was missing his shirt.
Sweaty, bouncy, tanned muscles had everybody questioning why they didn't get 7 minutes with Asahi Azumane. His print was crystal clear in those tiny athletic shorts he planned to wear to sleep. He tried to cover the tent with his hands, but made himself look really guilty in the process.
"Wow."
"Ohh..."
"I totally get it now," One of your teammates whispered too loud.
"Damn!" Nishinoya was still rubbing his face, looking back and forth between you two. If there was anyone who was more aware, or thought more of Asahi's size than you, it was their libero.
Asahi muttered a bashful curse under his breath and turned to look, wistful, at his shirt a little too far away.
"I got it," You whispered.
Almost laughably easily, you were able to scamper into the space and pluck his shirt from the floor. Before you handed it back to him, you attempted to get the dust off, but realized it was coated, all over, and no amount of swatting at the fabric would help.
You winced at your friends saying that they didn't mind- to Hell with his shirt- the guys were even more vulgar, more theatrical about it. Asahi kept his hands where they were, facing the wall as they clambered on top of him.
"Me next! Asahi! Asahi! ME NEXT!"
"AUUUAAAUGH- HAHAHAAA!!"
"TAKE MEEE!!"
It was all funnier when you considered this was probably their 40-thousandth time seeing him shirtless.
"Let's go clean this off outside!" You suggested. He shook them off with a couple swats, kicks, and pushes and led the way.
The porch was quiet. Moreso than the 'closet,' because all the voices were further away, and once Asahi slid the screen door closed, it truly did feel like you had your first bout of privacy with him.
Cicadas were buzzing the same dull note into a warm and pleasant night. The sound put a security blanket over your intimate conversation.
"I'm sorry-," He began, pretty rushed to get his apologies out, "A-about the guys. They're a lot."
You grinned, and then laughed at the muffled sounds of them still hollering.
Asahi was still attempting to beat the dust off of his shirt. Flapping it out over the porch, raising up a cloud of gray that you knew you ought to stay away from. Big, bulky arms flexing all sorts of different ways, all sorts of muscles you didn't even know existed, tightening under the flicker-y light.
You sat on the railing and crossed your legs to watch.
Something about how you moved amused him, despite its silent, subtle nature. It made him think. He deemed his shirt unsalvageable and abandoned it on the wood.
"You can fit anywhere, huh?" His hand, grasping the railing right against yours, was warmer than the air around you.
Though you were elated you had his full attention once again, it was admittedly pretty stifling. Your hands squeezed to stop their little tremble.
"Jealous?" You joked, eyes darting to his lips for a brief moment.
Even the way he stood over you was making you want him. Need him. He still smelled of salty sweat and sweet amber.
He had a second of refrain. A smile twitched up.
"After all that?" He muttered awfully close to you, "What do you think?"
You were both studying each other's features in the liberty of some light. The railing groaned under his lean.
There was never a chance to see him so close up, before. Truly, the most proximate you ever got to him before tonight was when you were switching out courts. No contact, hardly a chance to watch him do anything other than play a game. It was sheer bad luck you hadn't made it to the last team-mixer. Even worse luck that none of the girls paid attention enough to Asahi to give you any good updates or juicy details. You missed your chance then, maybe many more prior, and it made you antsy- willing to do just about anything to not let this one get away.
Your eyes dipped again to just his mouth; thinking, how if he wasn't actively smiling, he looked terribly intense.
"I thi-nk--,"
A flinch, at your voice crack and his subsequent grin.
Again, with more accusation, "I think you like the way you are. More than you let on."
His brow raised, his lips parted with a tiny breath.
No more hesitation. You had your answer and then some.
"You know the laundry room, upstairs?" You whispered.
You uncrossed your legs and watched him glance down between you. The tension in his hands grew, next to yours, and he finally parted your thighs to stand against you.
"Yeah?" Was a barely-there groan off of his sigh.
This little dance was incredibly fun. Neither of you were sure who was leading.
Once again, the feeling of his kiss on your forehead left you tingly and weak. Your legs squeezed the sides of his hips, your eyes closed so you could better savor him.
You had to un-bite the inside of your cheek to continue, "You're the perfect height... if- you wanna-," You gasped at his subtle push against your sensitive cunt. You rushed the rest: "I-f you wanna fuck me there."
Perfect height for the washer? His humored scoff interrupted his attempt to press another gentle kiss to the top of your head. It melted down into your bones. Now he was perfectly in tune with how long, how badly, you wanted this with him.
Asahi wanted to say many things. He was concerned with some but couldn't be damned right now.
"If I'd known- I would've shaved," That strong grip at last found the crease of your hips, fingers wrapping back around your ass.
"Mm..." You hummed, finally free of having to support yourself.
The pads of your fingers brushed against his happy trail, "I like it."
He was much more developed than the others. Insane genetics. It made you want to know what his father looked like.
You toyed with his waistband, nearly ready to abandon the journey upstairs.
There was a creak. Different from the ones you had both been generating. It was towards the door on your left, and it made you hesitate.
You retracted.
He quickly followed your signal and turned his head, towards the screen door.
In doing so, you caught a faint glimpse of a figure, all blurry and still from the difference in humidity. The door began to open.
Of course you were frightened, but while your body seized up and you were able to bite back your yelp, what really scared you was Asahi's terrified scream.
"AAAAAH!!"
"Where's your shirt?"
Asahi, clutching his left pec, struggled to breathe for a second- he rolled his eyes back, relieved, that it was Daichi and not a ghost,
"It- i-it got dusty..."
There was no world where Daichi would understand, or begin to make sense, of that excuse. He dragged his palms down his exhausted face.
"Just...God- go to bed!"
If there was any question about his true nature left, this was a great way of spelling it all out.
You half-covered your uncontrollable giggles, "Scaredy-cat."
"Oh, yeah-" He took a deep sigh, raking his hands through his hair, "Yeah, I'm a big wuss, I know."
It didn't seem like your teasing bothered him. He was a bit shy, but he spoke as though he made his peace with it many years ago. Could he have just been accustomed to that type of thing? Or, perhaps it was that ounce of confidence you kept seeing on him?
Daichi must've aired the entire downstairs out after Nishinoya served as the inspiration for everyone to get rowdy.
"Oh," Relief, mostly, flooded his features when neither of you could hear any voices, or settling of floorboards.
"Guess everybody's asleep..." He muttered and looked up at the ceiling, expectant.
His hand found your shoulders as he did so. Sliding, prodding, as his thumb hooked the collar of your shirt. There it was again. Not just his eyes, communicating quite clearly to you once he did look down-- but in everything he did.
The trek upstairs was long and arduous. While you could creep up each step pretty dexterously, he had a tough time with some comically creaky floorboards. You both came down from whatever high you had been riding, by the time you made it to your destination.
Asahi sighed at the 'door,' "Not much of a laundry room."
The laundry closet was a slatted, double folding door made of thin, dark wood. There was no lock. There was very little space. But there was a crucial detail you had, indeed, been right about.
As he stumbled in, catching himself forward on the dryer, he had to bite back the groan. This was a great height.
While you straightened the door behind you, he bumped his head on the lower shelf and backed into some cleaning supplies.
"Jeez- it's like he lives in a dollhouse--," Asahi's harsh whisper was by no means quiet, but he thankfully caught a broom from clattering to the ground just in time. He let out a shaky exhale and stood still so he didn't keep knocking things over, or break anything.
"Holy...shit..."
You slid, easily, atop the washing machine.
"Must be hard taking up so much space."
He only gave you a polite grin- one that read, 'You don't even know the half of it,' and you got to watch his back muscles as he readjusted the loose items carefully so that nothing else could get in his way.
"Can't believe you noticed that," He sighed when he was done and relaxed against you.
Your smile was more shy than anything under his soft lips. His reference was to your eye, your memory, of how far up the dryer came to perfect level with his hips when your group was still in search of a closet. There was no choice but to blurt it out as an option, when you had no other place to go, in order to sleep with each other.
There was very little time at your disposal. His insatiable need to finish those marks he started earlier resurfaced.
He nicked you. His teeth against your achy skin burned so good.
You showed him you wanted it by wrapping your legs around him.
Eager, he knocked you off balance and pushed you with a loud clang on metal--
"Mnh!"
He seethed and backed off, for a moment. Irritated, and restrained by so many variables, he struggled not to ball his fists up behind you.
"We're so loud," He hissed to himself and frantically glanced for some kind of way to make the situation less dire.
Your palms found the sides of his scratchy face. Yes, you were concerned with the noise, but you were far more worried that you might never experience an opportunity so golden as this one ever again, if you didn't just take it.
He followed you, slowly, this time, as you laid back and locked your legs around his hips.
It came out more rushed, and breathy; a bit more desperate than you intended, "Just slow down. You can cover my mouth."
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more of my asahi, if you're on a kick:
asahi 7 MIH part one
soft top!asahi series (more size kink) (nsfw)
grinding on asahi (nsfw)
playfighting kink asahi (personal fav two parter, nsfw)
oh my lord i love your writing it literally has me geeked every time. any possibility you write more for my man asahi? i’ll take anything you have to offer but i can’t stop thinking about something similar in premise to the wrestling where, instead, it’s 7 minutes in heaven? possible details about the closet they’re in being too small for him, perhaps~ because what asahi fan doesn’t appreciate some size difference goodness
asahi azumane x reader w/ size kink
i literally said, out loud, "ohhh!!!" and started writing it as soon as i saw this ask - you have a gift for ideas my love. thank you for sending this in!!!
warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI
details. fem!reader / 7 min. in heaven / heavy size kink / heavy claustrophilia / soft top!asahi / mutual?crushing / manhandling / thigh riding / making out / hickeys and marking / semi PDA / rough but sweet!asahi / 2.3k words / oh lord another maybe? two parter
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"Well, it's not a closet per se," Suga cocked his head at the half-done, dusty, crawl space the group chose for this game, "But it'll do, right?"
Asahi glanced down at you and didn't stop. You were taken by a big wave of chills, crossed your arms, looked away, then back up-- and he was still looking down at you. Any hope of subtlety was over.
He nodded, despite being the most effected by the size problem of this unfortunate reality.
"Well, there's nothing in it."
A fair point. The other closets were filled with closet-like things. Towels, cleaning supplies, pantry items, tools. The group, consisting of mixed-up members of Karasuno volleyball teams, had a fun treasure hunt with that stuff, but this was what you were after. A closet to play your thirsty game in.
'Unfortunate' was just one mode of perception. Less room meant more contact, but nobody was saying that aloud.
"Can you even fit in here, dude?" Nishinoya clambered out with relative ease, albeit sideways.
Every girl except you looked away as Asahi tried, embarrassed at the way the boards creaked, how he wouldn't be able to enter normally because his shoulders were too wide for the space. He had to bend at the waist because he was far too tall. You scanned the empty space in front of him, warm and tingly.
There was some room! You could fit there and you would, maybe, die trying.
Ever since Daichi retired to his room for the night, nobody had taken up the burdensome mantle of responsibility. His dad-like severity had a strong influence on the types of activities that were 'allowed' to happen.
7 Minutes in Heaven would have never been brought up with him present.
As long as the Karasuno teams were quiet enough to not wake him, you could carry on.
It's not that a game of spin the bottle, or some truth or dare, was necessarily scandalous, but it was enough to get everybody giggling and generate the who-has-a-crush-on-who type of conversations. Since everybody left downstairs were the interested ones that hadn't gone to bed already, it left this smaller, more intimate group to carry out some otherwise repressed desires.
You weren't the first to go in, but it was clear that the first pairing didn't do anything. That was fine and all, and a good reminder that you didn't have to kiss, if you didn't want to.
When Asahi was asked who he wanted to spend the time with, he returned your previous admission from a different game.
"I mean- why would I not say (Y/n)?"
He looked from Suga, who had taken the mantle of 'fun-mom' in all of this, being the bottle-spinner and card-holder and question-maker, back to you.
You realized the time he took to look at his friend was probably the only instance in the past 30 minutes that his eyes hadn't been locked onto you, ever since you admitted your little crush for him.
Getting in was about as easy as you imagined.
It had you both packed so tight that you had maybe an inch to move, at best. It forced you to put your hands on each other, just to stay oriented in the pitch black, and not trip.
"G-od," He sighed, and you earned a centimeter of space for two seconds. Then he had to take another breath and you were immobilized again, "We gotta- gotta adjust, or somethi-ng."
A strained, "Y-eah," was all you could get out. This was not a space meant to fit two people.
"I think, if... I..."
In the darkness, all you could see was some vague shadows move as he stretched down. His palms swallowed up your sides, and you desperately tried to keep your excitement down when you felt for his shoulders. He curled you up and threaded a strong, wide thigh between yours.
Most of it was genuine adjustment, but that didn't mean that it felt any less erotic. Just having to wrap your arms around his body and pull, so that you could sit higher up on his leg, was making your heart race.
"That feel better?"
His grumbly tone forced your thighs to tighten, the way you sat becoming more arched.
You could only give him a whisper, voice strained, because of how nervous you felt, "Yes."
Asahi chuckled right away, his breath ghosting right past your temple.
It was impossible to tell if he was bent to purposefully be close, or if there was no space to straighten more. You assumed the most polite option.
"You, uh- you... comfortable?" He muttered, more against you instead of anywhere else he could've possibly spoken, "Comfortable enough- I guess?"
You laughed, "Sure, yeah."
His thumb started rubbing against your side as he laughed with you. You could feel yourself getting wet, and tried to suppress any automatic squirming.
"You're- a... a nice seat--," Your face scrunched, your innocent words unsuccessful at trying to make things silly, and easy.
"Oh?" He chuckled at you.
"I- didn't--," You looked up in the dark, but couldn't see anything, and tried to pray away your embarrassment, "I did not mean it like that."
His grin spread, and you could feel his stubble really clearly against your forehead.
A tiny kiss to your hairline made your fingers grip his t-shirt, your spine straighten, your poor heart work even harder.
"It's okay if you did," The smile in his voice was so sweet.
Kissing him was shockingly simple. You felt like you had lots to say, things to explain, but they were so unimportant when his lips were soft and reading you like an open book.
The only crucial detail needed, for the moment, in this closet, was that you were super into him, and he was at least entertaining it.
For minutes, he couldn't decide where, how, he wanted to hold you. His arms would trade off between pulling you against his front in a hug, so he could feel more of your body on his.
Or, he would take more of a direct route of using his hands to pull you in for kisses, by the back of the neck, with his other palm keeping you pressed hard against his thigh.
The switch would happen any time you weren't heavy enough on his leg, or when your back wasn't arched enough to stay smushed against his chest.
"M-mh-," He was rolling your hips for you, weighing you down more on his thigh, flexing it just so.
You squirmed, having to part, at his lewd sounds.
He searched for you, huffing, in the dark, "Does that feel good?"
The tone he used with you was genuine, despite how dirty the phrase felt. For a moment, he stopped rubbing you against him.
You swallowed the mixture of spit in your mouth and tried to wipe the drool off of your lips, trembling, "Y-eah, it-- it's--,"
When your hand dipped to fix the seam of your shorts, you accidentally grabbed something warm, and stiff, and just off of where he had you grinding.
"Oh-! Sorry," You retracted your hand, face radiating heat, "I'm sorry."
His chest swelled in a restrained gasp through his nose. His voice was higher, and different as he reassured you it was completely fine.
"Was- that--? Mmh--," Before you could finish your tentative question, he wrapped one arm around you, palming half ass, half hip, while the other yanked you against his torso. It seemed he had realized a good middle ground between his holds.
Another partial moan at how he was able to pull you further up -so that you were trapping his cock between your bodies- got cut off by another clumsy kiss.
He bit you, at your bottom lip, and it throbbed for the rest of the time you kissed him. It made you shove a hand down the back of his shirt, give him an otherwise embarrassing sound, that he ate right up.
What you could feel of his print throbbed against you. A weakness radiated down through your fingers and toes as you scratched lines into his bare skin. It didn't do shit. It was like he didn't even feel it.
Actually, you wanted that shirt off.
It took just three seconds of pitiful tugging for him to let off, pull it over his head with one hand, and swing it to the dusty floor. Forgotten.
He was rough when he put his hands back on you, when you returned it, tugging, wanting to be closer however possible.
"Fuck-!" You sighed, breathing hard, fast, at his busy sucking down your neck.
His nails dug into your skin, his breathing characterized by needy groans that sounded a lot like he in the middle of a workout, if anything.
Since when did he like you back? Was it just because you were available? Would he have done this with any of the girls on your team? Not that it was much of a competition- none of them thought he looked 'civilized' enough to entertain him as an option.
Your legs were jelly, your thoughts heavy, but it didn't matter.
His shoulders would stretch further with every huff, expanding and resetting, and you couldn't stop yourself from scouring every inch while he was over you. It was getting hot in here. He was getting tacky, a little slippery in some areas.
He bit you too hard in a soft spot and you cried out, barely stuffing the sound into his bare shoulder. It was loud and you both knew it was audible through the other side of the door.
Asahi slowed, as gentle as he started, again, with an apologetic hum in the crook of your neck.
"Sorry," You could hear his smile, "Too much-"
He sighed and collected his nerves for a second as he readjusted his grip on you. More palm, less fingertips. It didn't sting as much and you missed it.
He said definitively, mostly to himself, "That was too much."
"I liked it!" You reassured him quietly, palm moving from his shoulder, to his neck, to the side of his face.
"I liked it. I liked it," Got repeated, in a tiny giggle, as he stilled.
You were delivering multiple little pecks across his face, craving his intensity as soon as you lost it. You tried holding him tighter, but it wasn't the same when he wasn't pushing and pulling.
That tingly sensation of his breathy laugh, his skilled tongue, was back on your neck, closer to your ear.
You melted at once with a whimper, the need to rock your own hips short-lived because he pushed his own against your heat.
"Ahh-!"
He grinned, sucking another bit of skin in an obvious spot, "Shhh."
The heartbeat between your legs was strong. He could feel it clearly against his thigh, wishing it was better placed and put to good use.
His fingertips were digging, pushing past the waistband of your shorts, further down, palm against your tummy. Maybe it was that feeling, maybe it was your enthusiasm, or maybe the fact that you were so wet he could feel that, too, but something possessed him to start getting greedy.
But he paid for it. While you were encouraging him, a hand around his thick forearm, guiding and pushing it down, a gasp already on your breath-- you were both completely blinded.
No courtesy knock. Just a bright light and a loud screech. Asahi retracted his curious hand in a flash, but there was not much else to do to make this look less provocative.
Though the sound was higher-pitched, it was not made from anyone on your team.
Nishinoya dropped to his knees, slack-jawed, and that's all you were able to register before the door slammed shut again.
Suga scolded him from the other side, others were shushing incessantly.
"You were supposed to knock, Noya!!"
"Now Daichi's gonna wake up! Nice going, dumbass!"
It gave you both enough time to try and separate. However, without opening the door, you couldn't get fully off of one another.
You were shaking, beyond nervous, and forcefully sobered. Not exactly happy.
"Um- that was great. Thank you," It was a short, and curt, way of telling him you didn't expect much after this. You had one hand on the door.
Asahi grabbed you by the waist and dragged you back. "C'mere--,"
His rough, messy, desperate last kiss was enough to leave you dizzy. He readjusted himself during it with one last rub.
"We're not done yet," He told you. Another hasty peck to the top of your head, and he was leagues lighter in tone, "Uh, sorry- As far as I'm concerned. Do what you want, though!"
He turned the knob for you and pushed it open a crack. You stumbled out, wiping your mouth.
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Your chest rose and fell quicker, your heart beating harder, your hands twitchy in your pockets. You felt glued to the concrete. You never expected him to catch you so off-guard.
"Was I-," Asahi looked back and forth between your eyes, then down, a little sheepish, "-Wrong, to assume...?"
"N-o," You winced at your terribly huge crush ceasing to be a secret anymore.
"You're not wrong-," When you took a tentative step forward, and he met you in the middle. You were both hesitant to look at each other, let alone do anything else, "If that's what you wanted."
His tone came as a shock to you.
"I thought I made it pretty clear what I wanted."
Every little thing he said or did today rushed through your mind, now laced with the connotation he was trying to communicate the whole time. There wasn't much else to say.
It was funny entering the hotel, just you two, walking as quiet as possible across the vast first floor. You even nodded to the receptionist on your way to the elevator. You only started giggling when the doors closed.
Upon arrival last night, the team had made the delightful discovery that this elevator moved at a snail's pace; Getting to your floor would take at least a minute.
"How long do you think we could stay up here for?" You pressed 9 on the number pad, surprised when you turned and he was closer than you assumed.
He read your shock as disinterest. When he backed up to the wall, reddened at his failed attempt, thinking of a realistic timeline, you closed the distance again.
You were as close as you could get without touching. He had his hands on the built-in railing but didn't lean away from you.
"Maybe..." He looked down at you, words sounding distant as they left his mouth, "An hour?"
Tentative, you watched your own hands place themselves gently onto his big, bulky shoulders. You had been wanting to feel him there again ever since that impromptu hug weeks ago, after a big win against Date Tech.
"That sounds like plenty of time," You kept your voice from shaking by being as quiet as you possibly could.
He seized your wrists and placed your arms around his neck for you, hands flying back to meet your waist and pull you flush onto his front. Your breath stalled when he squeezed you, fingers grabbing as much of you as he politely could.
Your skin was left prickling anywhere he touched.
You weren't sure how this hour was going to go, what you'd do, but you knew you had to start with a kiss.
It was gentle, and soft, and felt like a quiet question- like the kiss itself was asking for 'more, please.'
"Holy shit," You sighed against his pillowy lips. It got so heated, so fast.
You went in for another, then another, and another, and forgot you needed to breathe.
Neither of you were very experienced, but you had the passion to keep trying, to keep making up for it and trying again for each kiss that didn't seem quite as satisfying as you wanted.
Asahi stumbled back with a laugh when you pushed on him- you pressed your lips onto his open mouth and caught a bit of his tongue in the process. It was way hotter than either of you expected.
"Mmn," His little moan into your mouth practically liquified you- he scooped you up in his big, strong arms and you barely moved in time to wrap your legs around his waist.
You were both so surprised at yourselves and each other, but didn't want to stop for anything.
The elevator door opened slow and creaky.
He carried you a short distance down the hall to your assigned room, not his. You tried your luck at sucking on his neck.
"Are we- augh- are we- really doin' this?" He struggled to mumble his words out, keep his wits for the both of you in this painfully public hallway, handle how good your tongue felt right there, and swipe your room card at the same time.
You weren't exactly sure how far he thought 'doing this' meant, but you also weren't sure how far you wanted to go, either. It was a simple, yet powerful feeling. All you could guess was that it was a simple, powerful solution.
"Mm...As long as you're into it."
Your momentary letting up, in order to answer him, made room for the spare second he needed to get inside.
Once you were in, you decided to hop down and kick off your shoes since he seemed so out of breath. But all he did was lock the door, kick a towel under the crack in the bottom, get his shoes off, and pick you right back up.
His voice was rushed, breathy with the need to have you right now. It sounded like he could've been rolling his eyes at how obvious the answer was, "Yeah- I'm into'it."
You yelped and instinctively wrapped your legs around him while he wasted absolutely no time putting you on your back.
It was so exciting that you had to giggle at his enthusiasm, and once again, his ability to throw you around.
"You're so strong," Your eyes danced around his face between messy, perfect kisses, delighted to see that your compliment embarrassed him a little.
His warm forehead pressed against your shoulder with a chuckle, shy and huffy.
Your fingers took every precious moment they could to take his headband off and rake through his long hair, nails across his scalp in the hopes to make him feel good.
"Ohh," His eyes squeezed shut, legs slowly joining the rest of his body onto the mattress. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and pulled away from you.
He sat back on his heels, flushed with the realization that his body was parting your thighs open under him.
Hair a mess, eyes unfocused with a fuzzy warmth to them, jaw tight- he looked completely undone.
"Can I take your clothes off?" It sounded like more of a hushed admission, of sorts, rather than the question that it was. Like he was revealing he'd been wanting to do that for longer than you could imagine.
You had to keep from squealing out the answer- "Yes."
Everything was so quick and distracting that even you forgot you were wearing your swimsuit underneath. He grinned with your shirt still balled up in his fist.
"That's- really cute," His eyes bounced between your tits, starting to pull your shorts off as he muttered to himself, "I guess I would've seen it all anyway, today."
You scoffed, trying to hide your nerves by not making a big deal of it, "I wasn't gonna wear this in front of everyone."
"You were gonna get in the water with everythin' on?" He grinned and slid to meet you for a hungry kiss, satisfied to hear this was still all for him and no others idiots on the team.
His fingers were digging into your fleshy bare hips, his groin against your needy sex with hardly anything separating you.
Your unruly whine was swallowed up but not ignored.
"You're'sooo perfect," Was a rushed and heady sigh, something in between a whisper and a groan right under your ear where he tried to mimic your unsuccessful attempt at a hickey.
The heat rushing to your face, the dizzying weight of his body, and your feverish desire to have him made it hard to think.
Your breath was tough to catch. A clumsy attempt to take his shirt off was your only solace in the buzz of it all.
You were given a picture perfect view when he sat up again and pulled it from the back of his collar- his lightly flexed arms, the reveal of his strong frame and kinda fuzzy chest made you infinitely more curious. Your hands jutted out to feel him.
You just couldn't help it, "Woww."
He chuckled watching you sit up, hands scouring his body like you were on the hunt for something. You palmed his chest, fingers filled with muscle as you squeezed- his laughter only grew to full volume when you stuck your face between his pecs and nearly knocked him off balance.
"Okay, okay-!" He giggled and rested his hands on your shoulders to pry your off, ecstatic about your obvious fascination.
You wiggled out of this position and met him on your knees for a big, messy kiss. It was starting to feel more real now that you had gotten a bucket list item out of the way.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," You groaned against his lips -still curled in a smile-. You palmed both of his arms simultaneously, then stretched over his shoulders to grab onto his back.
He couldn't have been more amused. It was crazy to think that he didn't understand how hot he was.
"So," His hands, much more reserved, much slower, than yours, spread the bottom of your ass and you were suddenly sucked back into reality, "You must like guys with a lot of muscle, right?"
The span of his fingers meant that some of them were awfully close to the inside of your thighs- he knew it, too. He kept palming you and reaching further into the warmth there.
"Uh-," You lost your breath, arms tighter around him, unsure if you wanted him to feel you or not, yet, "I just like you."
Asahi chuckled at your answer and, buzzed with the preoccupation of how hot and wet his fingers were getting, muttered, "I can tell."
You flinched at his heated words and tore away from him- he let up and was all sheepish, again, "I didn't mean it in a mean way-."
When he held his wet fingers between you, your face flushed at the sight and you had to look away, missing the chance to see him suck all of it off as he settled onto his back.
"I like you too," He addressed your previous admission, placing his hands on your hips as you tentatively made your way onto his lap.
His eyes just drank all of you up, sitting like this. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it, but it did make you nervous. No guy had ever seen you this undressed.
"Ever since you joined."
"No way," You rolled your eyes, calling his bullshit immediately, "You didn't know my name until three months after I joined."
Asahi grinned, palms sliding up and down your bare thighs. You could feel his cock flex under you and he reveled in seeing your little jump.
"I couldn't remember your name because I got so nervous. I couldn't think when you were around, and I played like an idiot," You grinned at some irrefutable truth in his little confession, "I had to relearn how to be a normal person."
You recalled how mean and gruff he seemed to you as a freshman. He was the only member of the team who wouldn't talk to you. It felt like you couldn't even stand in his vicinity without getting stared down- who knew it was all amicable? It got easier to manage as time went on, especially after he left and came back, leagues more friendly thanks to the new freshman class. But your longstanding crush never wavered; he had always been your type.
"Well," You leaned forward, nose-to-nose with him, twirling some of his hair in your fingers, "You came across as a real big jerk."
It seemed you couldn't just talk to each other. Your gaze grew hungrier. His big fingers dug into the crease of your thighs, hips, and ass.
"Oh, yeah?"
Your lips crashed against each other's again, starving for more; your fingers of one hand were all tangled in his roots, the other free to feel the rest of him.
All you could think about was how big he felt, how it might fit in your hand, or your mouth, or your cunt.
He made the prettiest sounds when you pressed your palm against it- it was so warm, swollen under your touch and you thought of how long he had been hard for, how painful that probably was.
And you were amazed at how easy it was to make him so messy.
Your hand worked back and forth over his clothes- he was getting worse at kissing you because of his lack of focus, so you pulled back a little to look at him.
He was so cute. Brows screwed up at the crude and simple pleasure, pupils blown out and the sounds- shit, the choked groans. Like he was just short of begging.
Your hand dipped to feel him- you wanted to at least see his cock.
"I really like you," He muttered, hot and quick on your ear you almost didn't catch it. "I don't want you to think I'm into you just for--,"
Fingers slipped past his waistband and you barely got a feel- it was burning hot to the touch.
A very cute, unbridled moan got cut short by his awkward laughter. He nabbed your wrist.
"Ah-! Haha," He cleared his throat and let you go quick, "Sorry, I guess- I--,"
He clearly wasn't comfortable with that yet, so you slid your hand back to his tummy instead.
"No, it's okay!" You readjusted to sit on top of his hips, face burning at the pace of it all as you tried to put yourself in his position, "I just got...curious. We can stop there?"
You may have reacted the same if he tried to go that far with you. Everything was happening so fast.
Asahi stammered over himself for a second, face burning darker as he tried to explain.
"Nonono, I-I don't'wanna stop," His eyes kept darting to his print taking up the space between your legs, "I...just..."
It wasn't a malicious attempt to make him reconsider, nor was it trying to accomplish any distraction-like motives, but you found that you just couldn't force your hips to stay completely still when you could feel him pulsing through your flimsy clothes.
And he was perfect. Just a marble statue, really, who you could tell would only age like wine. His strong chest filled and shrank with a powerful shudder. His face looked pained-- his jaw tight and worked, his eyes unsure where to get their fill of you.
They settled for the most part on your hips, slowly raking back, and forth, and back, and forth over his swollen cock.
Part of his briefs sported a darker black from all the precum he was leaking. You desperately wished you could pull him out and use it as lube.
"I don't wanna stop," He said definitively.
It didn't need to be discussed. You ravished in the light of his daunting, but exhilarating attention as you got off just rubbing on his restrained print.
You let your head fall back, praying you looked like some kind of fantasy, and found yourself gasping at the yummy tension building once he bucked against you.
This could work. It was kind of? Like sex. Not really, but it was perfect for two people who weren't ready yet.
With his knees a little bent, and his forearm weighing on your lower back, there was more of an even distribution of work beginning to form. He was gentle and slow with the motion of his hips.
If he looked gone before, he was completely lost in it now.
He followed your natural rhythm without obstructing anything- you began to slowly, very minute increments, feel his hands trembling against you.
"This is--mm, this is'nice," You laughed- it made him smile and you bit your lip to keep from grinning too wide.
His big hands laced through your hair, pulling you down, gently directing your eyes to him.
"You have no idea- ah-h, how...God, how good that feels."
This was all you had wanted to do in that stupid golf cart. You moaned freely into his roughening kisses, swimming in the simple, slick, nonpenetrative pleasure sliding just right against your clit.
"I think I do," You sighed, whine caught early in your throat, "It's-mmmnh-!"
While you had planned on telling him how good it made you feel, you found you didn't have the physical capability of talking that much.
It would've been a tall task anyway with how insatiable his appetite was for your kisses.
"Damn-," His groans were deeper, needier, "You sound- ahh,"
Those big, rough hands were scouring up your sides, past your bikini top, grabbing as much of your breasts as he could. He was getting so rough, now- like he was searching, prodding, grasping for more of you.
"So-! Ah- Hot-,"
It was harder keeping up with his intensity, but you tried, enthusiastic and buzzing with his praise.
He felt amazing, but it was starting to seem like it felt better for him.
His breathing was hotter and heavier. It was turning you on to no end, and one of the only tangible encouragements you had, so you kept up what was already working.
"Mmn-h," He sighed. At this point, with his grip stronger than the rock of your own hips, he was using you as some sort of toy.
You thought back to practices where you were handing him a towel, or water, and how he struggled to thank you, breathless and flushed and sweaty. How often you pretended for many nights that he had been made that way, just for you, and not the sport that brought you together.
"Augh- fu-ck!" He whined, loud, and curled a little forward as if he'd gotten punched in the gut- he wasn't kissing you anymore, but his mouth was open, so you weighed him down and stuck your tongue inside.
You couldn't recall any other time he had ever said 'Fuck.'
That last buck of his hips took the breath out of you. A sharp moan at the perfect friction racked through you and spilled onto his lips.
But, suddenly, it was more teeth than lips that you were trying to kiss.
You pulled to look at him and, however steamy that wince on his face was, it confused you. You took a short breath to ask, in the midst of all the panting, but he muttered:
"I think, I-," He squeezed his eyes shut with the humiliating realization. The next word out of his mouth so quiet you didn't understand he said until you looked down. "Came."
You were sitting back on his lap, both palms covering your bitten, swollen lips, eyes wide at the semi-clear mess painted on his tan stomach.
Your heart was still pounding, you were so wet it was slick down your upper thighs, and looking at the vulgar, intimate sight before you made you want him even more.
"Are you okay?" Was all you could think to ask.
He laughed, "Am I--? 'Am I okay'- Yeah," He sighed, one more disgusted look down at himself, "I'm fine."
You were trying to be gentle, especially careful to not laugh with him, "...You don't seem okay."
"That's- it's- just never happened to me before," He stumbled over his words again, palm sliding over his side so he didn't drip onto the sheets.
There was so much of it. Did you really feel that good to him? You didn't hear him apologize past all your loud thoughts.
"That's so hot..." You said on the tail-end of a wistful sigh.
You had never seen somebody's expression change so quickly before. He started off looking like a kicked puppy, once it sunk in that you didn't find him the most abhorrent creature on the planet, he didn't quite know what to do with himself.
"Is there usually-," He flinched, wide-eyed when you traced your fingers on his glazed stomach, "This much?"
Amazed, he shook his head.
You were teeming with pride and he was coming back around his insecurity to meet you.
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You chose some giant clothes to cover the fact that you weren't wearing anything underneath.
Then, with your security chair out of the way, you quietly slipped into the hall.
The familiar sound of Helldivers 2 on the entertainment speakers assaulted your ears. Of course, he got to invite friends over for the weekend.
You padded downstairs, the ache between your legs nearly unmanageable. You clenched your fists at the sight of his lazy ass as you walked behind the couch to get to the front door.
It was funny how quickly he zapped all desire from your body. You did not enjoy sobering up so quickly.
"I thought you said you were staying home!" Tetsurou called as soon as you grabbed the leash off of the rack.
You nearly pulled a muscle rolling your eyes so far back. You shook the thing violently from the doorway so he'd get it through his thick skull that you were literally doing what he texted you to do.
A couple voices muttered something, but your brother spoke volumes above it--
"Wait two seconds, shit-head!"
You clipped the hook into your dog's collar. To Hell with whatever he wanted. You unlocked the door and slipped on a pair of giant, black crocs.
That garbage pile gave you enough grief about your no-plans-plan in the past 12 hours to deserve being stranded on a barrel in the middle of the ocean. He could handle playing games with his friends while you went to walk the dog.
"C'mon, baby," You cooed and closed the door behind you.
It was, thankfully, nice and cold outside. You were glad you opted for some warm clothes.
"Where are my shoes?!" He yelled through the crack in the door. Almost to the end of the driveway, you didn't figure he had the gumption to follow you without them.
You pushed your hood up and pulled the strings.
A stop at the other side of the gate, and you waited for Maru to finish pissing in order to continue the walk. The big, empty street looked a little creepy in the dark.
flip!-flip!-flip!-flip!-flip!
You were glad to not be alone, but still threw your head back when he rounded the corner. His hands were shoved into his basketball shorts and he was shivering.
You both looked down to each other's feet at the same time. He had to put on your flip-flops, so his heels were hanging out the back and his grippers were on the pavement.
A silent exchange went down, one shoe at a time.
Now walking again, you returned to your baseline agitation.
"I don't need a bodyguard to walk the dog."
"Try being a little less stupid, and I'll trust you to not run off with the first guy you see."
You stopped dead in your tracks. "You think this is me sneaking out?"
He didn't respond quickly enough.
You kept walking, glad he was so cold that his teeth were chattering, "You're an idiot--."
He pushed you, unable or unwilling to argue.
"Why would I sneak out with the dog?" You muttered.
Another stop for Maru. It was silent, again, and you were wishing he would just go back by himself already.
"What's that smell?" He sounded ridiculously close to your head.
You looked up and realized that was because he was sniffing your hood. A sudden insecurity of smelling like sex flashed through you.
Pushing hard on his chest, you declared, "Fuck off."
It didn't send him flying the way you wanted it to. It only pissed him off, especially because he knew that smell from somewhere. He just couldn't recall exactly how right now.
You expected him to push or slap you back, so you tensed, but no such move was made.
"One day you'll thank me," He muttered with a grumpy chuckle.
A glance didn't do you any good. It was too dark to see his face.
"For what?" You rolled your eyes again.
It was quiet for so long that you were certain he had just been joking. As if he did anything to help you out, anyway. All he did was piss you off and get in your way.
"For making sure you don't get hurt."
Frustration on the tip of your tongue, you began to retort, "I--," but fell short of the will to say anything back for a minute.
Your glancing around in the dark didn't help you form any thoughts.
Maybe Asahi being so kind was just luck. Not the wise intuition you claimed to be guided by. There were already many times tonight that could've made a turn for the worse, and you hadn't realized until after the fact.
That didn't change how you felt, though, other than some newfound patience for Tetsurou's difficult, demanding nature.
Maru didn't want to go much further than the fifth lamp post, so your small party turned around before you could cross the street.
It was quiet on the way back. Just the jingle of your dog's collar and the flip-flip of these shoes you hated.
You rounded the corner and closed the gate behind you, Tetsurou opting to walk ahead since it was evident to him that there was no danger anymore.
It was just getting to be a comfortable silence when he had to speak up one last time.
"Has this tree always been sideways?"
You genuinely thought it was a joke, so you didn't spare a look when you crossed behind him to get inside. He caught you shoulder the way you hated so much and you swiped your hand to hit him, but saw what he was talking about and froze.
The both of you took a moment, dumbfounded, to stare at your lawn tree. It looked nearly snapped, like a hurricane had come through, but it hadn't rained in weeks. Nothing else was wrecked. Just the tree.
You felt guilty about it for just a second, but rationalized that it had nothing to do with you. You weren't sure what that was from.
"Maybe it was rotted from the inside?" You thought out loud.
He glanced around, suspicion at its full peak, and guided you inside swiftly by your upper back.
Tetsurou locked the door behind you and stayed stock-still, staring through the peephole for so long you didn't bother saying anything to him before heading back upstairs.
At your door, you heard him call to Kenma and Bokuto.
"Did one of you kick that tree in the yard?"
You collapsed against the door with a soft shut and an even softer sigh.
There was no time to deconstruct everything that was discussed, because your eyes followed a sound that nearly made you jump out of your skin.
The man took up so much of your bed. He was on his back, scarred knuckles brushed slowly up and down, a casual pump to quell his impatient cock.
His hand fit much better around it than yours. In his other hand, held closer to his face, he was clicking a small device- the familiar buzz of which inspired a complete takeover of tension between your legs.
Your embarrassment was no secret, and neither was his curiosity.
"I'd love to use this," He grinned and looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes.
It took some effort to find the lock on the door and make your shaky way over to the bed. Like last time, he met you at the side.
However, you noticed that before you left, he didn't have the same edge in his brow, or the eagerness that defined the way he pulled you into him.
When you stumbled, he caught you and tilted your head for a restless kiss. He was shoving his hands under the waistband of your pants and humming a sort of approval against your cool lips. It sent your stomach back into those fluttery waves of excitement all over again.
"You should take your clothes off," He muttered, fully immersed in his desire since he never had to sober off of it.
"Yeah- I should," You breathed against his rough, needy lips.
You were slipping back in quickly, though, when he took your lips in a chaste, passionate kiss all over again. His hands were slipping over your skin, discarding your hoodie before you could do it yourself.
His whole body was warm, it felt like he was burning through you when you stepped out of your pants and fell against his front. Like a melting ice cube.
When he picked you up this time and set you down, it was less premeditated, more animalistic. You gave a giggling smile when he parted your legs for him.
Any shyness he had before was long-gone after 10 minutes of imagining what he was going to do to you- you squirmed at his spit-slick fingers slipping over your soaking cunt.
"Still so wet for me," He muttered, pleased, into your hair, while his massive body settled over you.
That intense, near-evolutionary drive kicked in again where you believed you could take whatever he wanted to give you all night. It may have been the smell of his sweat, it may have been his grumbly voice.
"Obviously," You smirked. He grinned at your confidence.
"We can take this slow," He rolled a condom on without wasting any extra time, "I don't wanna hurt you."
The statement floored you for a moment. He didn't notice as he lined himself up with your tightness.
It echoed in your brain during the most contradictory part possible.
He sank into you- it wasn't easy, but after hours of build-up -more if you counted the self-pleasure you couldn't resist before he arrived- it was beyond rewarding to watch all of the stress and worry on his brow melt away in one smooth, slow stroke.
"Fuck- fuck, fuck," You whined, his grasp on your hip reassuring, but still a pen in which you couldn't wriggle from or adjust against, "God-!"
Your thighs twitched on either side of him, forcibly relaxed- you tried to catch your breath, but felt like your lungs were too constricted to do so.
His thumb brushed your cheek.
Patience and gentleness in the midst of it all allowed you to breathe a little easier.
Only kindness, with a hint of pity, remained in his expression as you gasped and struggled to ease up around his cock.
He looked away for a moment, his hand leaving the side of your face, and you heard a saving grace.
Asahi did you the liberty of placing it against your clit. His face lit up at the sight and sound of your newfound gratification.
"I bet that feels better, huh?" He smiled against your parted lips, stealing a few of your moans with an excited kiss.
There was a hard-to-pin inquisitiveness about his attitude surrounding your vibrator. Like he was dying to use it on you, feel you writhe around his still cock.
"Ohh my god-! Ah-Mn!" You cried against his lips.
It was met with chuckle and the slow pump of his hips sinking deeper into you.
It dulled the discomfort of his size, leaving only a feeling of fullness between your legs, a satisfied craving, and the intense waves of pleasure from your clit.
His pretty face and perfect body over you- how could you not just announce your paradise to everyone in the city?
One hand laced in yours, and you took control of your vibrator to swirl it the way you preferred while he picked up his leisurely pace.
He barely caught your high-pitched tone at the combination with an alarmed kiss.
Stalling, he warned, "You gotta be quiet," and leaned to press further kisses against your neck.
He quickly learned that you weren't going to stay that way for him, even if his balls were allegedly on the line.
The feeling of him going deeper, your thighs bouncing from his weight that shifted your entire body, and the building waves over your clit.
"Asahi," Came out in a needy moan.
"Shhh," He cooed, gripping the bottom half of your face to get your focus on him.
The beat of his thighs against the back of yours stole your attention instead- you squeezed against his palm with furrowed brows.
Another noisy cry at his size splitting through you, and he instinctively covered your mouth to shut you up.
He thrust hard into you and stayed there, earning a pitiful whimper, and leaned in close to catch your avoidant eyes.
A mutter against your heated skin, "Do I need to keep you quiet?"
His cock was stretching you beyond your limits- that steely look in his pretty brown eyes was so layered.
You clenched around him, butterflies attacking you now, of all times, at his stern tone, but genuine concern.
A gorgeous smile spread across his features when you nodded, helpless, but honest.
He felt too good- he filled you up better than you had imagined. You were stunned to feel that you were already close. There was just no possible way.
This wasn't how you wanted it to go.
It was too soon- you didn't want it to be over so quickly. But now, of course, you realized you didn't have the physical capacity to take him all night.
You tried moving the overwhelming buzz away from your needy clit, but met the resistance of his hand instead.
He pressed just enough to guide you right to an edge you couldn't pull back from. You whimpered against his palm.
You couldn't tell him you were about to cum. You couldn't move away, or speak, nor did you possess the will to push against him. All you did was claw, weak, across his back.
The look in his eyes responded to your subtle panic-pleasure without a word. A gentle fondness that he shouldn't have been capable of while he gave you his rougher strokes.
He removed his hand from your mouth just to swallow your sounds with a starved kiss, an avid grumble at the back of his throat when you took his tongue so well.
"Mm-!" You squeaked, nails digging deep red trenches into his shoulder.
It was an ultimate submission you never had the insurance to safely experience before.
You got the chance for a gasp before getting cut off -half a second before you could alert the entire house- by his huge palm again.
Asahi groaned as you tightened around him. He quickly shut himself up by flexing away the pleasure and leaning down to pant, warm breath spilling against your ear.
"Shh- I got you," His kindhearted whisper strung you along, crushing you underneath his weight, while he repeated that sweet promise, "I got you, baby."
All your worry of it being too soon dissipated as your orgasm wracked through your entire body and filled you with pure bliss. He fucked you hard and steady through it and didn't even grant you the dignity of looking away from him.
Your chest was tight at the end of it, eyes stinging, and you would've sobbed if he wasn't still keeping you quiet.
He watched your journey the whole time through your eyes, wholly captivated by your big, glossy fixation on him. When you blinked away the burn, he took no time to kiss them away.
Your body naturally relaxed, a twitchy and overstimulating process.
He slowed for you after he sucked the rest of your complicated tears up.
He was so heavy, so adamant on keeping your noise down that you couldn't tell him to stop. You weren't sure that you would try, even if he wasn't hindering your communication. The fact that you trusted him so much right now wasn't necessarily wise, but it felt right.
His growing intensity didn't hurt, but it didn't start to feel good until a raspy voice told you:
"Feels so good," He swallowed the spit gathered in his mouth and seethed, a light chuckle breezing past his lips, "You got no fuckin' clue."
That was just kind of sinful confession that gave you nervous chills even though he was already fucking you senseless.
He studied how your eyes clouded over at his words. A restrained, toothy smile nudged your jaw in a sugary kiss.
"I'm not gonna be able to get enough of you," He finally took his hand off of your lips and you were able to gasp at the impact of his words.
When he readjusted, he swept your legs up to his shoulders and dipped back down.
"A-Ah!" You barely choked out before he moved his hand back to its diligent place over your loud mouth.
He was so deep- you felt like he'd split right through you. Yet, you welcomed the possibility with the blessing of another steady-growing climax.
Yet, only one of you was so careless. He was so tender, so considerate because he could feel it, too. How fragile you really were in this position in regards to his size.
"God," He sighed at your loving stare.
"Gonna- ah, make me cum, lookin' at me like that," He groaned, a bit strained.
He finally dipped his head with closed eyes at the sweet, slick heat he just wanted to bury himself in. He couldn't get too carried away, now that it was starting to get difficult.
Your shitty stamina stroked his ego so much that he forgot he wouldn't be too far behind for a while. He got a bit ahead of himself and was paying for it with the climbing pressure in his stomach.
Your pussy was reason enough to fuck you harder, but that face was what really tested him.
His hand twitched at the compelling desire to hear you scream for him, but again, had to keep his sanity for the two of you. Next time he would make sure that brother of yours wouldn't be in the way.
He tried to keep an edge going, but found it laughably difficult to settle down.
If it wasn't your Fuck-me-harder eyes building up the needing to cum, it was your cute tits squished against your soft, scratched-up thighs, right under his chest.
It was impossible to keep himself from riding that high in the end.
As if to spite him, to completely spend all of his restraint, your watery eyes rolled back again. Your muffled whines filled his ears as you tightened once more around him, weaker this time but still more than enough to send him over the edge.
"G-od,fu-ck," He groaned, hitting just the right spot to fuck out both of your orgasms.
You felt him swell inside of you, his grip on your hand crushed yours back to the point that you couldn't claw him, his hips stuttered to a slow stop, deep inside of you.
A sense of satisfaction beyond the physical softened your face, your resistance between his fingers, and all your aching muscles. You weren't quite sure what it was, but didn't feel rushed to figure it out.
He was trembling when he released the lower half of your face, a beautiful sweaty and out of breath mess on top of you.
Once again, you gasped at the opportunity to breathe better.
He tensed up immediately and you flinched at the twitch of his cock inside of you.
"Shit- was I choking you?" He managed to stay worried right after he came.
You grinned, carefree on the backend of your own, and shook your head, "Mm-mm."
The look of unmatched relief that washed over him was supremely attractive.
He pulled himself out, slowly, and made a face at how much he came before turning to discard the tied-up thing into the trash with a solid toss.
You welcomed his cuddly shuffle up to your side by burrowing into his slippery chest, and sighed at last, "Cute butt."
That, of all things, made him uncomfortable. He cringed when you spared a glance up to his face from his chin. You rolled your eyes at his overthinking.
"You must be an athlete, or something--," You rubbed your face harder into his chest and felt his laugh resonate throughout your body.
It all felt natural. The joking, the cuddling, the winding down. You both forgot that you weren't together, let alone that you had only known each other for less than a week.
It was already warm with him next to you, but you were happy to be under the soft throw he found and pulled over.
"I can't believe you came twice," His soft laugh invited an embarrassed, but sharp look from you.
He clarified, "It's really hot, don't get me wrong--,"
"I'm not usually so easy," You half-joked.
A big, handsome guy that knew how to use his dick, went down on you, listened to you, and didn't shy away from a vibrator? It'd be a challenge to find a girl who wouldn't cum that quick.
You blushed under the cover of darkness at his gentle, comforting hold on your breast and reassuring kiss to the side of your neck.
The ache in your belly was evident when you were flipped over to be little spoon. It burned pretty bad and you couldn't exactly hide it.
"Did I hurt you--?"
"No," You muttered, clearing your throat, "No, I wouldn't say that."
He placed a big hand on your tummy, feather-light, and you looked over your shoulder to meet his perceptive gaze.
You sure as hell couldn't lie to this guy. He saw right through you.
You pouted and gripped your pillow. Of course you couldn't handle his dick the way you wanted to, the way you bragged about or even genuinely thought you could.
"You were so good," You admitted, a little sad in tone.
A warm kiss to the back of your head. He took the weight of his arm off of your sore body, sighing into your hair.
"You were, too."
He decided to drop the subject, since you both had strong opinions that seemed to clash.
You smiled.
You talked about a range of topics for the rest of the night. General information, first, then personal interests that turned into a long conversation about volleyball, then family history, then academics, then personality, goals, and attraction.
Soon it was 4 in the morning. You were eating popsicles from your freezer and discussing the adventure he had to get up to your window.
You both watched, trying your best to stay quiet, a minutes-long video one of his friends sent in the Karasuno volleyball group chat of him falling out of the tree outside.
A hand flew up to your mouth to silence your intense giggle-fit. You had no idea how you were going to keep something like this a secret from Tetsurou.
Before too long, the pain in your tummy was just an ache and the stranger in your bed turned into a lover overnight.
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'Kind of' made you stall at the top of the stairs.
The second floor, you realized, was all bedrooms. Your legs got heavy, your heart beating like a panicked bird in a cage.
It was ironic. Your ability to handle him downstairs came naturally, but as soon as you had some privacy, it all got intimidating.
Asahi paused after turning the corner. He eased back against the wall with a breath. He glanced to the staircase one more time to make sure nobody had followed you.
"There's nothin' to help with," He laughed, rubbing the side of his stubbly face, "I just- yeah, that was a super lame excuse, actually."
You stood with your hands clasped in front of you, a polite smile, trying to flex all the shivers down. Your crush on him reached its peaks and valleys throughout your years in school together. It reached a happy medium until tonight, starkly reminding you of your old, pushed-down feelings.
He was wicked cute, and that whole performance downstairs was cut too short.
A big breath led to a bigger sigh, "I really wanted to kiss you."
"Me too," You said, with almost no time to let his words settle.
Asahi covered his automatic laugh, and you shared a wholesome moment of mutual, nervous relief.
"Well, uh-," He seethed, eyes up to the ceiling, face much warmer, "If we're being totally honest-,"
The cheers downstairs cut him off. It sounded like Kageyama might have won his match, but neither of you cared.
Asahi suggested, instead, "Should we- go somewhere more private?"
Although you nodded, you weren't sure where he had in mind until he showed you into Daichi's bedroom. You raised your brow, taking in his posters, his books, the layout, feeling a bit guilty that he wasn't in here.
"Oh, I made sure it was cool with him if we- um, talked, in here," He explained.
The supportive body language from those two made infinitely more sense, but you doubted it that ended at 'talking.' You kept your excitement under the surface, for now.
"Right."
He sat on the mattress, a little invested in the feel of the sheets, by the way his hand slid and prodded over the thread count. The ache between your legs was starting to make your whole body cold.
Daichi had those glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, and you didn't want to leave it up to Asahi to fill the silence, so you tried, "How long do y'think he's had those?"
There were at least 20, you counted. When you looked back down, he was relaxed forward, elbows rested on his knees, with his face in his hands, staring straight at you. Screw the ceiling.
He cleared his throat, his eyes flickered dismissively up, "Oh, um- forever, I'm sure."
Asahi was a terrible liar. You were glad he was honest with you in the hall, because he had zero capacity for beating around the bush. His intentions were spoken for, but now they were transparent in his clouded, almost tormented eyes. He made it seem difficult to look at you without touching you.
"You said you wanted to kiss me, right?" The decision to make it easy for him was met with a huge shift in his expression, an ease you saw, earlier, that spread as he ran his hands along your sides.
A gentle brush of his thumb across your cheek, "I did."
Kissing him was simple- it didn't feel rushed, or confusing, at all. He made it all a pleasant and invigorating experience to follow his lead.
His fingers spread through your hair, at the base of your neck. A strong but soft pull brought you into the warm embrace of his body.
He smelled good- mostly like the aged liquor he was nursing most of the night, but a bit woody, with hint of cashmere. Even his scent made you feel taken care of.
"So," You caught your breath for a second, taking in his face as you tucked some hair behind his ear, "Are you sure Daichi's fine with us- talking, all over his bed?"
The way his eyes lit up during his chuckle made you grin, validated and light.
His lips smushed against yours again. He was lifting you up by the waist, setting you on your back with proud effortlessness. You kept your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, getting your fill of his hair while you could.
Before he could completely forget to respond, he hummed a preoccupied, "Yeahh, don't worry about'm."
A hand pinned yours against the mattress.
All he needed was a little reassurance, and he was no longer the sheepish wimp you knew him to be. For a while, when those hot summer seasons coincided with the throws of your crush, it was fun to imagine what he might be like. Now, there was proof, and he didn't disappoint.
The growing pressure he placed on you kept you flat, and slowly limited your ability to move. It was getting familiar.
You tried to move your hand from under his, unlace it, just to touch him, but it proved impossible.
A small chuckle, a little mutter against his temple as he struck crude kisses down the side of your neck: "Can I have my hand back?"
The skin over his knuckles was tough, and his palms were leathery, firm, from all the lifting he did. His strength alone spoke for his dedication, but you felt pleased to know these intimate details about his body.
Your request was met with your other hand being taken hostage. It wasn't fast, but he did it so naturally that you didn't think to move away.
The look he gave you perfectly represented the edge under his words.
"You want your hands back?"
It was a tease-- a way of telling you 'I know you can't move, but I want to see you try.'
You grew warm under the weight of his subtle, playful pushing-- both between your legs and over your palms.
Robbed of your autonomy, but still finding yourself exhilarated by the reality of his size, and his capacity to use it well, the only thing left to do was play along with him. If he had a real thing for this, you wanted to know just how far it went, how worked up it could get you both.
A tiny attempt to pull your arms closer was met with his easy, slow adjustment to cross them instead, above your head. He kissed you through it, all warm and gentle and kind and safe-- but curiously engrossed in your inability to physically overcome him.
It sent a warm chill down your back- flexed, lingering in another ache between your thighs.
His lips were so soft, and sweet, and light, contrasted well against the slight burn of his stubble.
"Mm-," Asahi sighed, a soft peck to your cheek so he could collect himself, "You're givin' up already?"
The warm spill of his words across your face, plus the thrill of his little challenge, had you squirming, all knotted up and itching for him to give you more than just kisses.
"You--," You tensed at his slow, messy sucking along your jaw, "You-mm! Know I can't move..."
Maybe he was taking pity on you- maybe it was your whiny admission fueling a more licentious desire, inspiring him to let you go so he could start stripping you. You delighted in the chance it gave you to watch his reactions.
Soon, you were fully nude- and he was still fully clothed, with no foreseeable urgency to even the imbalance out.
Instead, he let a hand overlap your waist, eyes still busy scouring over you, "Are you gonna be okay?"
"Dunno," You mumbled, playing with his fingers as you shot a look to his fly, "Maybe you should check."
Your coquettish quip earned a hasty, rough, but amused kiss. You writhed against his weight again, this time with a justifiable anticipation at the sound of him pulling his cock out.
It was hot as it fell against your skin. A welcome feeling of closeness you couldn't get from much else, just being skin to skin with somebody else. It made you feel a bit like melted butter.
He pushed himself up to take his shirt off, all the while examining his length, pushing it down so that he could measure it in relation to your small torso.
"We'll have to, um..." You trailed, a shaky exhale at his burly, tanned physique, "Be.."
The word 'careful' fell apart on your tongue. Now he was measuring his fingers, next to his cock. One hand remained idle wrapped around the bulk of your thigh.
It was indeed fascinating how some body types probably shouldn't try to come together, like you were. Seemed like an evolutionary flaw.
Especially because the look in his eyes was nothing short of carnivorous. It was occasionally batted back by bouts of concern for the logistics of it all.
"I've got a few ideas," He smiled, real handsome, real sweet, down at you.
Curious, you watched all your favorite muscles of his work and relax again as he backed up off of the mattress, standing at the edge of the bed.
In a second, you had been pulled closer, then adjusted in front of him- it left you breathless at the simple ease of it all. You fixed your hair, a glossy and fixated admiration in your gaze up to him.
Awed, you told him in a shaky giggle, "I really like that..."
Asahi leaned over you; a timid and flattered sigh prickling up your skin, "Yeah?"
His rough hands pinched at your hips as he kissed a messy trail down your tummy.
Whispered, just as his knees hit the carpet, "I like it, too."
It was impossible to not get excited. He always stuck you as a guy with more patience than most.
Patient was a good word to describe the way he ate you out-- he may have liked to toss you around, but it wasn't out of carelessness, or negligence. It was an exploration of boundaries, a bit of power play, and this was played right into the dynamic. His performance wasn't perfect, or void of little, silly hiccups, but it was endearing and fun to discover together.
After he got you warmed up, he began slowly, one by one, pushing his fingers into you.
"How's that feel?"
It was a curious, but flirty question.
He already knew how much you were enjoying yourself, how you were trying to keep yourself quiet under your hand, struggling to not roll your hips into his hand. He just wanted to hear you.
A raspy sigh, a distracted nod, "So g-ood--,"
"Takin' me soo well," He grinned, sucking another messy kiss to you, "Y'want another?"
It wasn't exactly audible, but he was watching that sweet, desperate little expression on your face enough to know you did.
You could feel his smile spread- making your thighs flinch, your body curl at the intensity of getting stretched even further.
"You're so cute."
A mumbly admission, buzzing just right onto you. You were so full of him, reeling in how thick three of his fingers were, and dangerously close once he concentrated on your clit.
Soon you were gripping harder, twitching, then squeezing him--, "H-ah-!"
You started begging when nonverbal queues didn't get through.
"Asahi- asahi, please-ah," You huffed, starting to feel your climax rushing in, threatening to take hold of you, "I'm s-o close-!"
You thought he would stop, for favor of dragging this out longer, but he didn't slow down, nor did he let off of you. The only change was his grip tightening, gripping into your skin. A twitch of your thigh, trying to push on him, was met with a powerful pull to keep it far away, to the side and keep you opened up.
The pressure it brought only added to your rapture- he was actively getting off to watching, hearing, feeling you beg for a break. He loved it.
"Mmn-!" Pulling on his hair did you no favors, other than encouraging that slow, constant swirl of his big tongue around your swollen clit.
In the end, the harshness in your brow, in your clawing fingers, your shaky thighs, all softened under his steady hold. He felt so good taking you apart, then bringing you all back together.
Another messy kiss, so sweet- but so mean, shoved you over the steep edge.
He could feel you tighten, pulse around his fingers and filled you to the knuckle; a tipsy, crooked smile barely visible under his working tongue.
It took so long to come out of the throws of your orgasm that he was already back on top, filling the space above you. You quickly locked your legs around him, hands guiding his face up for a kiss.
His knack for multitasking never stopped. You were given so many gentle, attentive kisses as he put you in the center of the bed, where there was finally room for the both of you.
He wanted you on your elbows and knees. Numb, and tingly, and pliable, you let him adjust you the way he wanted; you kept your debaucherous smile to yourself.
You needed every second of that foreplay to take him- he was the biggest you had ever been with. Thankfully, he also happened to be the sweetest.
"Ooh my god," Your trembling was quelled by the weight of his body.
His groan was low, stuttery, at your tight pussy clenching hard all around him.
He caught his breath, a pretty moan in the back of his throat, "Shit."
His praises were loosely strung together, punctuated in little kisses to the back of your head as he placed his elbows on the mattress, at your sides. If he had been watching, he probably wouldn't have lasted very long.
It was getting rough, quickly, but you found his kind attention more than enough to keep you relaxed.
"Mm-!" You muffled a cry, fisting the sheets while he chuckled at how cute all your little sounds were, hungry for more.
In one fluid motion, he had your arms pinned; one was tucked under you, the other was extended far out in front of you. The responsive gasp was more of your body, reacting on its own, but it was an invigorating thing to consider. He was such a timid guy, so every dirty thing he said or did still took you by surprise.
It was just like how you finished your match earlier, with one big difference.
"Mmnh-aAh! Augh-ah-Mm!"
Your surprised, whiny sounds spilled free against the sheets. His cock filled every bit of you- it felt so good your breath was getting shorter, harder to catch.
You couldn't see it, but he drank that messiness up, a furrowed concentration in his brow to keep giving it to you as hard as you needed.
"You like that?" His voice was right in your neck again, buzzed.
It melted your resistance away- you couldn't even squirm, couldn't tell him yes. You were so full, so close already, that when he stalled deep and cruel, to let you think, your euphoria was barely interrupted. You cried, tearless, drooling a little on Daichi's sheets.
"You wanna talk to me, sweetie?"
The kindness in his voice right now should've been illegal. You breath was getting shaky, your vision long since useless.
"T-ell me-mm, how it feels," He muttered, still egging you on, a kiss to the tip of your ear.
His voice fell away from you, your heart pounding in your ears- you were just swimming in delectation. His warmth, his sure delivery of careful pleasure, his gravelly, well-meaning taunts. It was starting to take you far away, for the first time.
You noticed, but didn't react to his retracting hands, nor the readjustment of his weight off of you.
He was deeply troubled that you hadn't responded to him.
If Asahi had been any more experienced or confident, he would've known the clear signs of subspace-- but considering his experience ended at some casual sex, and the absence of conversation, and not understanding of either of your limits, he thought he fucked up, bad.
You were just different. That made him nervous.
Concern laced his voice quick, a sobering sound.
"Hey?" There were a couple taps to your cheek, and when you got your focus back, he was bending to try to get a good look at your face.
You gave a weak smile, "Mm?"
"You okay?"
A big stretch, an otherwise silly invitation for him to put his hands back on top of yours, "Mmmmhm..."
The way you sat back a little, pushing yourself gently onto his cock, made him take a second. A quick moment to suck in a restrained breath. Then a reserved, relieved chuckle.
"Are you- sure?" Was his last attempt. Now he was noticing the shakiness from your legs, your irregular breathing.
He put a tiny peck to your temple, fingers carefully running over your side.
You gave a close-mouthed whine and winced away at the ticklish sensation, "God-- Just fuck me please,"
When he was watching where to put his hands, he noticed your wiggly fingers, and grinned- happy to take you up on the offer, again.
He met your light pushing with stronger, steady strokes that kept you gasping- whiny, with pleasure.
Your endurance was absolute garbage, when it came to his unconventional way of treating you. Neither of you were expecting it to click so well- not as just-friends, for years, with on-and-off separate partners and countless, ill-timed crushes on each other.
It was amusing to think of how different this would make your 'friendship' now. How could you tell the team you were dating, after they watched what was essentially half of your foreplay downstairs?
This orgasm washed over you in shorter, smaller waves than the first- but it took so long to fully crest that it felt a thousand years longer.
You weren't particularly loud, this time, but now that he was paying so much attention to you, he spoke you through it with unparalleled timing.
"Good, fuck- that's good," He sighed, huffy, in your ear.
His hand quickly clasped over your mouth before you could make a sound.
Though you felt so perfect, the little scare you gave him warded off any chance he had at cumming, too. It'd have to wait for some other time. The satisfaction from getting you to this point was more than enough payoff for him.
"Good girl."
You had never felt so disconnected from your own body before. It was like you felt your climax about two rooms down the hall- and all it left you with was some invisible, heavy blanket all across your limbs.
For all that was worth, it was pretty cool.
His quiet shushing, all in your ear, was the evidence you needed that you hadn't been entirely present. You weren't sure when he started and when he stopped.
"You're okay- you're okay," He cooed, thumb gently brushing your warm cheek.
He held you incredibly still, listening, watching, for you, before pulling out.
You felt like a heavy bag of sand.
In fact, after he had shifted slowly off you and leaned closer, the way you slumped down was akin to one. Maybe more of a bag of concrete mix, instead.
It was staggering to believe your sweet, silly, nervous Asahi took it out of you, like that.
"You okay?" He was ultra-gentle, now, sliding featherlight touches over your back.
It was just enough to keep you awake.
"(Y/n)?"
You didn't realize you needed to respond. A slow, laborious sigh. You opened your eyes and were surprised to see him, once again, leaning over you to watch your face.
"Yeah..."
It didn't convince him- he looked like he was going to call an ambulance.
"I'm- tired," You went to push yourself up.
The intense quivering in your arms stopped you. Having to push back against him for so long was exhausting, and now you were completely spent. You wondered if it had anything to do with the little fight earlier, too.
He shook his head when he noticed you try to move on your own again, "Nono, I got you."
For the millionth time tonight, his ability to pick you up, from whatever position he found himself in, left you in a delighted daze. He set you so that you at least had a pillow under your head.
"You need some water? Let me go get some for you real quick."
You did feel pretty dried up. Like a dead, frail flower.
A tiny nod, and he was rushing to put on enough clothes, zipping out the door in search of water. You fell asleep in the short time he was gone, too sleepy to pull the covers over you or to roll to your side.
"Mmh..."
It had only been a minute or so.
But you felt a thousand years old, getting woken up from an ancient slumber, when a soft throw blanket was covering you- a big, gentle hand over top of it, rubbing your shoulder to rouse you.
Asahi settled to your side, watched closely as you drank, and pressed more kisses to the side of your head. He reached over you to set the bottle on the bedside table.
"Thank you," You leaned into him, then decided to give him a little edge of the blanket, too, and rested your head on his chest, "I'm okay."
"Good."
He was warm. You squeezed an arm over him.
"How are we gonna tell everyone?" You mumbled, against his tummy.
"I-... don't think we need to."
Confused at what he meant by that, you stopped trying to burrow into him, and propped up a little to look him in the face.
"Uh-," He tilted his head from side to side, a little warmth on his tan features, "We weren't...exactly...quiet."
