Hey Lana and Kay! Made some changes cause my computer crashed … Keep being your amazing selves. (Don’t worry Lana I have a StudentTeacher!Tsukks for ya soon!)
-Syd. Enjoy the owl boy.
The Uber is under three minutes, and your Honda Accord driven by a talkative gentleman named Kuroo drops you off just past the valet drivers. You step out gingerly, your heels clacking on the cobblestone as you approach the carpeted lobby. The AC is jarring as the doors slide open. You check your phone, 1:45 AM. Your heart leaps into your throat, suddenly nervous. Maybe this is a bit too soon? Maybe this was all a joke?
You decide to choose a seat across from the resident bar, where two or three patrons sit silent and tired. You find yourself playing on your phone aimlessly. That is, until that familiar musical laugh rings out from the check-in desk. It’s Bo, ranting loudly with the attendants at the desk, his back facing you. You let yourself blatantly stare at his ass, highlighted by the black suit pants he dons. You jump up from your seat when he whips around and immediately locks eyes with you.
It’s as if no time has passed. The way his face morphs from a jovial demeanor to a dark lust has you aching yet again. He tosses a hand inside his pocket, removing a black and gold credit card that he hands back to the attendant, who is visibly shocked at the expense. Bo, on the other hand, hasn’t taken his golden eyes off you. The suit jacket fits him just as well as the one from before, but as you get closer, you can tell the black silk is much thicker-flashier in the way of style and statement. It’s built for taking off slowly.
You pace towards the man, relishing his gaze along your form as you let him grab your extended hand. He leads you to the elevator and presses the up button.
“Nice to see you again, stranger.” You say.
“Sorry for making you wait, princess.”
You feel his hand squeeze yours, and your heart jumps back into your throat. The elevator opens, empty, and the two of you walk in. It shuts, and you’re all alone. You lurch as the elevator drags upwards, your nervous thoughts whisking away as his fingers drag along the waist of your dress, giving him a quick glance at your upper thigh as he turns you towards him. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck, and actually notice a faint blush cross his cheeks just before your lips finally meet his. A faint scent of his cologne reminds you of leather and cedar, with just a hint of sweat. He’s ravenous, but controlled. You feel all his energy resonating from his lips–his hands–his body pressing against you. But there’s a hesitation.
As if he’s afraid of breaking you.
The elevator dings and the two of you reluctantly detach from each other. However, you feel his fingers sitting on your hip dig in as you step into the hallway. Each of the suites are marked with double doors lining the hallway, wit a golden-plated nameplate signifying the owner. He slides another card into his palm as you reach the last two white oak doors on your left. The nameplate with Koutaro Bokuto glints in red for a second as the lock unhinges. He wastes no time pushing you inside.
A yelp leaves your mouth as he slams the door heavily. But that yelp quickly morphs into a moan as he liftsyour body flush against the wall, moving himself between your bare legs. His arms cage you in just like you’d fantasized before. Only this time, you could feel his lust firsthand.
Your hands slide up under his black suit jacket, hard muscle tightening under your touch. His lips ghost down your neck, teeth grazing your collarbone.
“Finally. God, finally.” his guttural voice sending a spark of lust straight to your core. “I want you so bad.”
You feel his cock twitch in his pants when you gasp; he flips up the skirt of your dress and you can feel your wetness hit open air. He growls in delight.
“And it seems you’re pretty excited to have me too, aren’t you, princess?”
You can only nod, sighing with relief when he deigns to slide a hand underneath your panties. His lips suck on your bottom lip as a finger slips into your entrance. The other hand cups your neck, leaving it open to his mouth. You feel teeth bite hard into the sensitive skin.
“Fuck, Kou.” you whisper into his shoulder, which prompts Kou to add another finger and pump them both inside you. You moan louder, the sound of your sex making you lose control of your body … and mind. You wish he would take you. You need him, now.
“Please, Kou, I can tell you’re holding back. Please. Do what you want with me.” You say, the pressure building between your thighs giving you a surge of confidence. He removes his fingers, the hand behind your neck migrating to your jaw. You whimper at the loss, squeezing his thigh between your legs.
He takes a step back, his thumb roughly stroking your now swollen lips.
“Bend over that table. Now.”
————— Tune in this weekend for some … adventures 😉
Gah Damn
Now I have another reason to look forward to the weekend ;P
~Admin Kay
Dude this is amazing! I love how you write Bokuto as adult like, whew! I really hope you continue this series!
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