dry humping touch starved tanaka but make him all pathetic and whiny plsplsls 🤤
#19: touch starved with ryunosuke tanaka
this was soooo good to write damnnn thanks for requesting me that! <3
pairing: touch starved!tanaka x fem!reader
cw: MDNI, nsfw, needy tanaka, semi-public, dry humping, dirty talk, everyone's 18+ here!
the last of the team had finally cleared out, their boisterous goodbyes echoing down the hall before fading into the hum of the school's late afternoon quiet. you leaned against the doorframe, watching tanaka shove a stray knee pad into his bag with a grunt. he looked up, catching your eye, and a familiar, dopey grin spread across his face.
"still here, y/n?" he asked, his voice a little too loud in the sudden silence. he always seemed to operate at maximum volume, even when trying to be quiet.
"just enjoying the peace and quiet," you drawled, pushing off the frame and stepping further into the club room. the air was thick with the scent of sweat, old gym shoes, and something vaguely metallic from the lockers. "and waiting for you, obviously."
his grin widened, a flush creeping up his neck. "me? w-what for?" he tried to sound nonchalant, but you saw the way his eyes darted from your face to your hips, then back up again. pathetic. and utterly adorable.
"oh, you know," you purred, circling him slowly. he froze, his hands still fumbling with his bag strap. "just thought you looked a little… tense. after all that spiking and diving." you reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his bicep, feeling the warm, taut muscle beneath his shirt. he visibly shivered, his breath hitching.
"tense?" he squeaked, his voice cracking. "nah, i'm good. just, uh, ready to go home."
you smirked, letting your fingers drift lower, just brushing the waistband of his sweatpants. "are you, really? because you look like you're about to pop." your eyes flicked meaningfully to the front of his pants, where a distinct, albeit subtle, bulge was beginning to assert itself.
his face went crimson, and he took a quick, shallow breath. "hey! what are you implying?" he stammered, though his eyes were wide and pleading, practically begging you to imply more.
"i'm not implying anything, ryu," you said, your voice dropping to a low, husky whisper as you stepped closer, crowding him against the lockers. the metal was cold against his back. "i'm stating a fact. you're hard, aren't you?"
he swallowed, his gaze fixed on your mouth. "i… i just got a little excited, that's all. y-you know, from practice." he was such a terrible liar.
"oh, i know," you murmured, leaning in until your lips were almost brushing his ear. "yeah, i know exactly what excites you." you nibbled lightly on his lobe, and he let out a strangled groan, his hands coming up to grip your waist, almost instinctively. his touch was hesitant, almost reverent, as if he couldn't quite believe you were letting him.
"please, y/n," he whimpered, his voice thick with a yearning you absolutely adored. "just… w-what are you doing?"
"i'm doing you a favor, baby," you whispered back, pulling your head back just enough to meet his gaze. his eyes were dark, dilated, full of a desperate hunger that made your own core clench in anticipation. "you look like you're about to combust. all that pent-up energy. all that… need."
you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the worn bench in the middle of the room. he stumbled after you, a willing captive. "sit," you commanded softly, pushing him down onto the bench. he obeyed immediately, his eyes glued to you.
you stood before him, your hands going to the hem of your skirt. it was a short, pleated number, perfect for showing off a little leg. you slowly hiked it up until the fabric bunched at your waist, revealing your bare thighs and the lace edge of your panties. you heard his sharp intake of breath, a raw, needy sound.
"like what you see?" you purred, stepping forward and straddling his lap. he was stiff, almost rigid, beneath you, his hands hovering uncertainly at your hips.
"more than i can say," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper.
you settled yourself down, adjusting your weight until your crotch, still covered by your panties, was pressed firmly against the burgeoning hardness in his sweats. the fabric of his pants was surprisingly thin, and you could feel the impressive length and thickness of him beneath. you were already wet, a hot, slick mess, and the friction of your panties against his bulge sent a delicious shiver through you.
"oh, you poor thing," you cooed, beginning to grind your hips slowly, tentatively, against him. "you're so big already. and i haven't even really started."
he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through your body. his hands finally found purchase on your ass, squeezing lightly. "f-fuck, please, y/n," he begged, his voice raspy. "don't tease me like this. i... i c-can't take it."
"i think you can," you countered, leaning down to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. your tongue met his, tangling and dancing, tasting of salt and desperation. you deepened the kiss, letting your hips move with more purpose, rolling and grinding against him. your soaked panties were a thin, barely-there barrier, and you could feel his heat, his shape, pressing against your clit.
"fuck," you moaned into his mouth, pulling back just enough to speak. "you're so hard. so thick. i can feel every inch of you, even through our clothes." you closed your eyes, letting the sensation wash over you. your pussy was puffy and throbbing, aching for release.
you started to move faster, rocking your hips back and forth, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built steadily. the friction was incredible, a hot, electric current shooting through your core. tanaka was gasping, his hands gripping your ass tighter, pulling you closer, trying to press you even harder against him.
"god, y/n," he whined, his head falling back against the lockers. "i'm gonna… i'm... i'm gonna lose it."
"good," you breathed, grinding harder, letting out a soft moan as your clit rubbed against the thick ridge of his cock. "that's exactly what i want, baby. lose it for me. all over your pants." you leaned down, your lips brushing his ear again. "i want to feel you explode beneath me. do you understand?"
he was shaking, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. "yes. y-yes, i understand. but… fuck, i need more. i need you to just—shit—keep g—ngh—oing."
"oh, i'm going," you promised, picking up the pace, rotating your hips, letting your wetness soak through your panties and his sweats. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the frantic rhythm of his heart. "you're so desperate, aren't you? so needy. it's so hot."
you pressed down hard, letting out a sharp gasp as his thick shaft pressed deeper against your core. the pressure was exquisite, almost unbearable. "come on, ryu," you urged, your voice laced with unadulterated lust. "let it go. let it all out. i wanna feel it."
he let out a choked cry, his body arching up into you. a shiver ran through him, then another, and then he was bucking beneath you, a low, guttural roar tearing from his throat. you felt the gush of warmth spread across your panties, soaking through the fabric, hot and sticky against your skin. his muscles tensed, then relaxed, his body going limp beneath you.
you stayed there for a moment, letting the tremors subside, feeling the wetness bloom between you. he was breathing heavily, ragged gasps escaping his lips. you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, then his mouth.
"good job, baby," you whispered, pulling back just enough to look at his dazed, satisfied face. "you did so good."
he just stared up at you, his eyes still wide, a faint flush still on his cheeks. a slow smile spread across his face, a truly pathetic, utterly smitten expression that made your heart flutter.
"yeah," he managed, his voice still hoarse. "yeah, i did." he looked down at the wet stain on his sweats, then back up at you. "can we… uhh... can we do that again... sometime?"
you just grinned, pressing your lips to his one more time. "sure."
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