There were many benefits to having your own office. It was quiet, with a view and private; which really came in handy when you just needed to be.
It had been a week since your last opportunity to be with Aomine and the urge had grown too strong.
Which is how you ended up with your door shut, curtains drawn and hand down the waistline of your skirt, panties around your ankles. You moaned, low in your throat, head tipping back against your chair. You grew wetter, fingers rubbing over your clit in quick circles as you imagined Aomine between your thighs.
“Now that’s a sight.”
You gasped loudly, eyes flying open to find Aomine leaned against the door frame, a salacious smirk on his face.
“Shut the fucking door,” you whispered, cheeks burning red.
He did as you commanded. “If you really wanted privacy, you should have locked it,” he teased, loosening his tie as he stalked forward, eyes hungry.
You swallowed under the pierce of his gaze. “Well, you’re the only one who’d walk in without knocking, jackass.” You shifted again, legs rubbing together.
“Seems I interrupted something important,” Aomine went on, tossing his tie to your couch as he reached your chair. His hands landed on each arm, caging you in as he leaned into your space. His mouth hovered just above yours, breath hot. “How about switching your solo time to a collaboration?”
“Shut the fuck up,” you groaned, pulling on the back of his neck and capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.
“Fuck, I love it when you get bossy,” he rasped, drawing you up into his arms. His hands tore at your shirt, ripping buttons and revealing your black lace bra. “Damn, you look fine like this,” he complimented, removing the shirt as he kissed the tops of your breasts, mouthing at them like a starving man.
His hands pushed up your skirt and he hoisted you onto the desk, falling to his knees and plunging his face between your thighs, lapping at your heated center.
You fell back against the desk onto your elbows, watching him work you over, trying to keep your moans quiet but it was so hard when his tongue was doing that.
Your head tipped back, chest heaving as he sucked your clit. “Damn it, Daiki, fuck! Oh god, yes, please, please!”
It didn’t take you long to come, thighs shaking around his head. He didn’t give you time to catch your breath, instead flipping you round, pushing your chest against the desk and his dick into your waiting snatch. “Fuck, you’re so wet, god!”
He thrust hard, pelvis smacking against your ass, fist clenched in your hair and you both groaned.
He came hard, filling you to overflowing and collapsed against you to catch his breath.
“I need to visit you at work more often,” he said.
“I’ll probably have to find a new place of employment given that we were most likely heard,” you complained, working to stand upright.
He gave you a wicked grin. “Don’t worry babe, I got rid of ‘em, sent everyone to an early lunch.”
“How you have so much control over my staff I don’t want to know,” you sighed.
“Hey, why don’t you call it an early day? Your shirt’s fucked, you’re fucked but I’m not done fucking you, not by a long shot,” he said.
You didn’t even bother arguing; what would be the point when you wanted the same thing?
There’s a beeping somewhere in your ears that you can’t explain. The dream–nightmare really– of falling finally whites out as your eyes blink open, weary against the glare of fluorescent lights above your head. You close your eyes against the throb in your head and take a deep breath of pure oxygen. It burns a little but you’re thankful to be alive.
You want to get up, want to find the team and check on them but your whole body hurts and unhooking your IV seems ill-advised.
A nurse enters, give a soft smile as she approaches the bed. “Hello there, good to have you back with us,” she says.
You nod, pull the mask off your face and ask, “How… how’s everyone?”
She purses her lips. “Everyone survived but they’re all heavily injured,” she advises.
You take a deep breath of relief. You swallow against the dryness in your throat and she helps you take a drink. “Can I… can I see Aomine Daiki?”
“Right here babe,” a deep voice says.
You look up, tears stinging your eyes to see him standing. The last you remembered of him he was covered in blood and unconscious on the ground and you were terrified he was dead.
“I… I’m so glad… you’re ok,” you gasp out, trying to hold your sobs but failing.
He hobbles to the bedside, leans down and presses his lips gingerly to yours. It makes you want to cry more; he’s never been this tender.
“Everything’s gonna be ok, alright? You just focus on gettin’ better,” he says, forehead pressed against yours.
“I love you, Daiki,” you whisper.
He nods, kisses you again. “Love you too,” he returns.
ASK: slight aomomo scenario when she says “It hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _____.” (aomine just loves momoi’s best friend (reader) ) thanks Jade!
Aomine’s shoulders ached with a tenseness he hadn’t felt in a long time; he was nervous. His foot bounced under the table, knee jostling the cup of coffee he didn’t even want. With a huff, he grabbed it, stood and chucked it in the trash. No sense in making his stomach more upset.
The chime of the bell above the door to the cafe he sat in drew his attention to it and he felt his throat clench; there she was.
Her eyes found his quickly but the smile she sent was strained; was this even a good idea? Within he shook his head. This was his best friend he was looking at, the person who’d stood by him through so much shit of his own making he wondered at her sanity sometimes. No matter the result of this meeting, he had to see things through.
He owed her that much.
Awkwardly he stood, unsure if he should hug her but she saved him the trouble by patting his back as she walked to the vacant chair across from his own and sat. He followed suit, retaking his seat, hands clenching together on the table top. He hated vulnerability but she’d always been able to read him like a book anyway, so he might as well not add to his plight by working to keep a facade they both knew would crumble anyway.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, both uncertain where or even how to start.
“You look…nice,” Aomine tried, unsure of the words as soon as they left his mouth.
Satsuki smiled again, a delicate blush on her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said quietly.
And then the silence returned.
Finally Aomine took a breath and began, “Look, Satsuki, I don’t know what-”
“It’s not your fault, it’s me, Daiki,” she interrupted.
He fell quiet, trying to be patient, trying to give her the time she needed to say what she’d come here to say. Finally she inhaled deeply, but kept her eyes on the table, unable to meet his as she confessed, “It just…it hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _______.”
Aomine’s chest burned, his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage. What was he supposed to say to that? She went on hurriedly, “Which is, of course, not your fault. You can’t help how you feel, I just…I couldn’t stay and watch. It hurt too much.”
“And what about me? What about _____? You think it didn’t hurt us when you just fucking disappeared?” Aomine tried to keep the anger out of his voice but as usual he couldn’t manage but be anything except brutally honest.
Satsuki took in a shaky breath and forced herself to look him in the eye. “I know it was wrong but I just…I had to be selfish. I had to get away because there was no way I could watch the boy – the man – I’d fallen in love with love someone else.” She stood, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. “I’d hope time away would dull the pain but seeing you-”
She cut herself off with a choked sob, tucking her chin down and running to the door. Aomine watched her go, every ounce of him screaming to give chase, but he knew it would be fruitless. Just as he couldn’t help how he felt about the two most important women in his life, he knew Satsuki couldn’t help how she felt about him and forcing her to stay would just make everyone more miserable.
With a grunt, he stood, took one last look at the cafe that had been their safe haven and walked out, never to return again.
Kuroko hadn’t even meant to be out that night. Even with as much personal control as he had it was always a risk allowing himself to be completely surrounded by humans on such a powerfully magic night. But there he was and so was she, dressed in a black corset and purple tulle skirt, her pointed hat completing the look; a classic witch.
He knew instantly she was human; her scent gave that much away. But that didn’t stop him from being intrigued, more curious about her than anyone else at the party.
A glass of punch later and they were talking. She was charming, a beautiful smile almost always present on her face. In all his years of existence, he’d never meant anyone like her before.
It hadn’t taken long for him to fall for her completely.
Explaining to her his origin and species had been nerve wracking, but she’d taken everything in stride, understanding his needs and even coming up with very viable alternatives to his drinking from humans.
And now, here they are, a year later dwelling in his castle on the hill. But he knows, better than most, passing time is their enemy. While he remains ever young, she continues to age. It isn’t a problem, per se, but Kuroko knows his unbeating heart; were she to cease to exist, it would be the literal nail in his coffin.
Her eyes are soft, hand gentle against his face as the smile he fell in love with takes over her face. “I’m yours, Tetsuya. I trust you.”
He sighs, drawing her into his arms, body shaking. He never thought he’d see the day he wanted to change someone, to take away the sun, the warmth, the light.
As if she can hear his thoughts, she whispers in his ear, “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve always preferred the shadows.”
He smiles around his fangs, pressing their points to her skin. “Are you sure?” he asks one last time.
When she nods, he bites down, releasing the toxin that will transform her, make her one of his kind.
Your eye twitched at the hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, narrowed eyes sliding up the toned arm to the culprit. “Why do you have to involve me?”
Bakagami glanced over his shoulder. “Because you’re one of the scariest people I know.”
A sweat drop appeared on the back of your head. “I never knew you had such a way with words. I’m surprised the girls aren’t falling over themselves to hear you speak!”
He scowled at the remark but chose to keep his mouth shut.
Silence fell as you made your way to the park. For what, you had no clue.
When you reached the destination, your eyes landed on a few familiar faces; Kise, who looked rather chipper. Kuroko, who wore the same blank expression as always. Koganei, who looked excited and ready to go. And Kasamatsu, who looked rather nervous.
Your gaze followed Koganei’s and you raised an eyebrow at the four girls standing off to the side. They were huddled together, whispering amongst themselves and glancing at the group of boys.
You yanked your arm free of Kagami’s grasp and narrowed your eyes into a glare, ready to demand an explanation when you were glomped by a blonde blur, knocking you back a few paces.
“I’m glad you could make it! Now we can go!” His grip around your body disappeared and he hurried over to the girls, ushering them along. Koga followed happily with Kuroko at his side, while Kasamatsu kept his distance.
Kagami gripped your forearm in a gentle but firm hold, leaning down so he could whisper in your ear. “Kise is trying to find Kasamatsu a girlfriend, but he’s useless when it comes to girls.”
You bit back the smart remark that begged to be released. “Okay… so what up with the group?”
“Kise needed two more guys, and when he asked Kuroko, Koganei-senpai said he would do it. He ended up having to beg Kuroko before he would agree.” He scoffed, shoving his hands into his shorts. “Kuroko threatened me with that damn dog, so I had to come along.”
“And I’m here because…?”
“They were short one girl and I wasn’t about to get set up with some chick I didn’t know.”
“Lovely. I knew I should have ignored your call.”
He sent you an annoyed glare, but you weren’t entirely sure it was meant for you. “If I have to suffer, you can to!”
“You’re such a good friend, Taiga.”
“Shut up.”
“Come now. Is that any way to speak to your elder?”
“Shut up.”
To say that the atmosphere was ‘awkward’ would be the world’s greatest understatement. The only ones talking were Koga and Kise, along with their dates. Honestly, you were fine with Kagami not talking to you but the silence was a bit killer, especially with the aura Kagami and Kasamatsu were giving off.
You rested your elbow on your crossed legs and plopped your cheek into your palm, playing with your shoelace to pass the time which seemed to be dragging by. God, you wish Kise would pull the plug already. His little plan obviously wasn’t working. Even when his date said something to him, all Kasamatsu would do was nod. He wouldn’t even look at her!
Your cell phone buzzed in your pocket and you shared a glance with Kagami before fishing it out and flipping it open. Why in the world was Kise texting you when you were in the SAME room?
– Why are you sitting on the floor?
You held in a snort.
– Because I refuse to sit next to some girl I don’t know.
– Participate, please? 😦
You glanced up and caught Kise’s frown. No matter how tough you liked to believe yourself to be, that look was not something you could easily look over. You sighed before getting up off the floor, only to plop into Kagami’s lap. He grunted at the added weight, growling into your ear.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Shut up.” You muttered before forcing a smile as you addressed the girls. “So! What do you guys do for fun, hmm?”
“Shopping!” They giggled in unison.
You hung your head in disbelief, the corner of your lips twitching. I can’t work with this, Kise!
“A-Ano…”
Blinking blankly, you looked up at the girl sitting across from Kasamatsu. She was a small thing, probably Kuroko’s height, with hair as green as Midorima’s and eyes like emeralds. Thick rimmed glasses were positioned on her face, helping to hold back her bangs that had fallen from the braids’ grip. She fidgeted nervously, but managed to meet my eyes with confidence in her voice.
“I-I’m on the debate team at school.”
Your eyes lit up and you leaned forward. Hope! There was hope after all! “That’s cool. Ne, Yukio?”
He jumped when you nudged him in the side, his face turning a bright red as his hands tightened around his slacks. “Y-Yeah…”
You twitched again. That fool had no idea what he just agreed to! Kagami sniggered, probably at your irritation, and tried to cover it up with a few coughs. A swift nudge to the ribs had him coughing for real.
“Mou, what’s taking that idiot waiter so long?” The blonde sitting across from Kise whined, crossing her legs and causing her skirt to ride up her leg. She ended up flashing Kise, but she didn’t seem to care. She wasn’t the type to care. “I’m hungry, Ryo-kun!”
“I’ll go check and see what the hold up is!” You jumped up, a little too eager, ignoring Kise’s sharp look. Seeing how miserable he looked, you figured you’d spare poor Yukio, as well. “Give me a hand?”
His blue eyes snapped up to meet yours, as if to make sure you were speaking to him. You held your hand out in confirmation, figuring he might need some help un-sticking himself from between Kagami and Kuroko. He seemed to hesitate, swallowing hard before slipping his sweaty hand into your own. It proved just how nervous and uncomfortable he really was.
You pulled him up with ease, not bothering to spare the others a glance before you turned and left the room, pulling the younger boy along behind you. Only when you were a safe distance away did you release his hand, instead placing them in the pockets of your hoodie.
“Sorry if you wanted to stay. Just seemed like you were pretty uncomfortable.”
“Y-Yeah. Thank you.”
You glanced at him curiously. “You really didn’t wanna do this, did you?”
“I don’t have time for girls.”
You chuckled at his response and he glared at you, unamused.
“What’s so funny about that?”
“You’re only saying that because you don’t know how to handle them. That’s why Kise was trying so hard to help you.”
He didn’t respond, instead turning his head away. Guess you pissed him off.
“Well, what do I know?” You laughed, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. “I don’t know you well enough to say either way. I was just going by what I’ve heard from Kise.”
“It’s not my fault I can’t talk to girls.” He muttered in a soft voice. You almost didn’t hear him.
“You’re talking to me, aren’t you?”
“That doesn’t count!”
“How so?” You raised a brow curiously.
“You’re different. It’s not like I’m talking to a girl when I talk to you!”
Did he just call you a guy? You think he did. This kid was about as useless as Kagami… Kise wasn’t kidding!
“I-I mean…” He stumbled over his words, eyes wide and face bright red. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to form words, but none came.
You laughed again, waving him off. “Don’t worry about it. I know I’m not the most girly thing out there. I’m one of the guys, and it’s easy to forget that I’m female.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not so easily hurt, so relax.” You hadn’t realized he had stopped walking until you glanced over and found the spot next to you vacant. Before you had the chance to turn around, arms wrapped around your body from behind, pinning your arms to your side. The embrace was awkward and you could feel just how tense his body was… he really didn’t have any experience. It was actually pretty surprising, considering how good looking he is.
You tapped his arm curiously after a minute of silence. “What are you doing, Yukio?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it came out. I just…”
“I said it’s fine.” You laughed, patting his arm. You expected his grip to disappear, or at least loosen up a bit, but he tightened it instead.
“The truth is… I always get nervous around you. I never know what to say or do, and I always get jealous when I see how easy it is for Kise to talk to you. I just wanna smack him!”
“You should. Holding in your anger is bad for your health, ya know.” You were dead serious, too. You love Kise, but he could get on your nerves sometimes. He needed some tough love. Especially after tonight. “Your problem is that you think too much.”
You pried his arms off, turning around to meet his confused gaze. His cheeks were alight with red and something burned in the depths of his blue eyes, but you couldn’t make out what it was.
“You think too much about what to do and what to say, and you end up psyching yourself out. Don’t think so much. Be impulsive and just say or do whatever comes to mind. You can think about it later on.”
He looked down at the floor, seeming to think about what you told him. When he looked up again, there was a fire burning in his eyes. You didn’t move as he reached forward, grabbing your shoulders firmly and pulling you into his body. His lips crashed down onto your own, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to keep you in place. Your body was thrown into shock… you couldn’t move a muscle! Was Kasamatsu Yukio really kissing you? It seemed like a dream.
After a few seconds, he pulled away enough to create a few inches between your lips. Having him so close, you realized just how good looking this boy really was. With his spiked black hair and intense blue eyes, his strong features and his well-defined brow. He was almost god-like in looks. Kind of like Kise, but more masculine and rough.
You still hadn’t moved.
He must have taken that as a bad sign because he began to pull away. It was then that you realized what needed to be done.
Your hand grabbed the back of his neck to stop him in his tracks, fingers sliding through his silky hair. His eyes widened in surprise before your lips collided again, this time with more passion and want. The grip around your waist tightened as your lips moved in perfect synch.
The passion began to heat up as he pushed you against the wall, his muscled body making you groan in satisfaction as it molded against your own. You guess the sound snapped him out of whatever trance he had been in, because he jumped away from, eyes wide like saucers and his hand covering his mouth.
You licked your lips to get another taste of him, chest heaving up and down as you attempted to slow your rapidly beating heart.
The passionate air that you had just been bathed in slowly stared to fade away, making way for an air of awkwardness that you weren’t quite sure how you could break. You didn’t know how he felt, so you didn’t know what step you should take next. For all you knew, he could have been just using you for practice.
“I’m s – ”
“Don’t say it.” You scowled, rubbing the back of your head. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”
“You didn’t pull away.”
“Did you want me to?”
“No.”
Surprised by the answer, your eyes met his. The shock had faded, it seemed, and there was determination burning in the depths of his eyes. A couple steps was all it took before he was directly in front of you, his lips hovering over your own.
“I still feel nervous around you.”
You grinned, throwing your arms around his neck. “Hmm, we’ll just have to keep practicing until your not nervous anymore.”
“What about Kise?”
“Who cares. He’ll find out eventually.” You muttered, capturing his lips once more.
Anonymous said: hey can I
get nsfw Kagami where he and his s/o fight because of s/o’s fault and she walks
out on him, Kagami felt guilty and worried and went after her and it starts
raining into the night, he finds her surrounded by thugs and saves her,
afterward they went home and have makeup sex
Okay
I’m gonna tweak this if you don’t mind! Also please note that this is the last
request from the previous askbox, and not part of the 12 asks I plan on picking
for Christmas/New Year!
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Female!Reader
ahead.
When
the door slammed shut, all memory of what happened seemed to evaporate to thin
air. Even now, fifteen minutes after you stormed out of Kagami’s apartment, he
is still thinking about what led you to argue like that. It was not nice, not
at all nice, and he winces at the memory. Heated conversation turned into
shouting. He remembers your face and your reddened eyes, the way tears stream
down your face as you whisper out the words that cut him deep.
“Your
face is the last thing I want to see right now.”
He
murmurs expletives as he looks at the clock, indicating how late and dark the
night is already. Though the skies disclose nothing as it approaches midnight,
he senses the cool winds sweeping into the living room through open windows.
It’s going to rain soon, he realizes, and he doesn’t know where you are at. The
phone in his hand is bright, the only source of light in the room and the only
way to reach you, but he fails to do so. He isn’t surprised, but is still
disappointed that you won’t pick up the phone.
Hearing
the low but loud rumble of thunder from outside, Kagami curses one last time,
grabbing a jacket before running out of the house into the dark.
A
mile away, you’re clutching at your dead phone as you glare into a man’s eyes.
Out
of the frying pan and into the fire, one might say. You really did not expect
thugs to be around, but you admit internally that I was your fault for thinking
so and letting your guard down. It’s probably around midnight already, of
course there are bound to be a group or two hanging around the nearby
neighborhood.
“C’mon, just one bar, I promise.”
Like
you can keep your word, pal, you resist the urge to scoff and instead
try to walk past him. He’s probably a couple of years older than you, his build
is towering and intimidating, though it doesn’t seem like he works out. You
find yourself thinking about how to take him out in a fist fight—impossible,
you deduce, despite your ability to pack a punch. He’s just going to brush it
off.
“I
said no,” you say in a clipped tone. When a hand grips your forearm, you
freeze. He’s close, you don’t need to feel his breath on you to know.
“I’ll
buy you a drink and all that,” he chuckles dryly and you fail to see the humor
in the situation. Footsteps fall behind you. “Found a plaything for us
tonight, boys,” he says again, this time with his face away from you. You’re
thankful he can’t see you clench your teeth at the arrival of his company.
“Let
her go.”
You
turn your head so fast to look behind you. Kagami stands there, behind the
two-three people obviously associated with the guy who’s got a hold on you. A
weird mix of emotions rush through you, but they are mostly relief blended with
guilt, like you’re happy to see him but you don’t want to see him at the same time.
“You never told me you got a date,
babe,” he coos at you sickeningly after getting a good look at your latest
guest. The man pushes you forward, your staggering footsteps bringing you
straight to Kagami without a single interference from the other thugs. They
probably know better—anyone can see the hint of muscle underneath his jacket
and the tank top he’s wearing. He might not be an experienced fighter, this you
know, but they only need to think he is.
“If
you ever touch her again—”
“Yeah,
yeah, you’re gonna fuck me up or whatever,” the leader of the group declares,
waving dismissively at the two of you. The sudden disinterest can only be a
facade for embarrassment. Fear, even. They only act bored to run. The man turns
to you one last time.
“You’re
lucky Romeo came for you, babe,” he purrs, and you feel your skin crawl at the
sight of his smirk, “but if you wanna have a good time—”
Kagami
turns you around and away from the man, leading you by the hand into a light
jog. His blood boils at the way you have been treated and ogled at, and he just
wants to wash that man’s stare off your body.
There
is a flash of lightning before the two of you feel the light shower, and Kagami
takes off his jacket for your cover in time for the pour that follows immediately
after. The two of you aren’t lucky enough to evade the downpour and reach home
only almost ten minutes later, soaked to the bone.
“I’m
sorry,” you say simultaneously to the door closing. Something inside you makes
you feel scared about saying those words. You hope he doesn’t hear you, but you
know better. Kagami leads you to the bedroom.
“Let’s
get changed.”
Kagami
undresses, not bothering to close the door, but you’re still paralyzed with
guilt as the memories of the fight resurface. Not even his damp, bare skin can
distract you from the thoughts. Kagami sighs, dumping the tank top and his
shorts into the hamper at the corner of the room, leaving him only in a pair of
black boxer shorts that looks like an incredibly tight fit.
“You’re wet,” his voice is low, laced
with something you refuse to give in to but want to an unknown extent. Those
simple words sound so dirty though you know he is referring to
your state after running under the rain. You hear the drip,
drip of
water from your hair onto the floorboard. He takes a step forward. Two.
Then
his hands are on your blouse, unbuttoning it ever so slowly.
“I’m
sorry, too,” he whispers.
You
cup his face and yank him into a deep kiss, a result of desperation and lust,
or maybe something more than that. You’re still peeved at the way you fought
earlier—arguments like that are rare in your relationship—and you remind
yourself to incite another more civilized conversation with him, but later.
Later, after the two of you finish ravaging each other. Right now, you think as
you run your hands up and down his slick torso, you want him to fill you up, to
hurt you, to tell you he’s yours and you his, to bite you, to touch you.
You
want him to love you.
“You
are the only thing I want right now.”
Just as amazing as the first time 😉! I love your depth of emotion in very simplistic description. You pour so much into your pieces and even though I know it isn’t, you make it seem easy because your prose flows so well!
Hello dear! Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long to do. I did say (2) letters per character so I went ahead and picked them. Hope you enjoy!
D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)
Teppei moans into her neck, sliding his hands up and down her waist as she grinds against his crotch. They’d barely made it into his apartment, her lips everywhere she could reach on the taller male. He’d chucked his shirt but hadn’t had the presence of mind to yank off his pants or her skirt before pulling her into his lap. The feel of her pressed against his burning erection pulls a sharp inhale from them both.
“Uhn, that feels so good,” he moans, thrusting upwards.
“Teppei, let me up so we can take off our clothes.” She moves to stand up but he tugs her down.
“Please baby, I can’t wait,” he confesses, eyes burning into hers.
She nods, shifting her weight to a preferable angle and presses down hard, raking her fingers through his hair to tug his face to her chest, the top of which he’s managed to expose through use of eager fingers prior to his hands reaching their current position on her hips. He licks the salt sweat from her skin, reveling in the taste of her as she continues to grind against him.
The room fills with the sound of heavy breathing, gasps and moans of each other’s name
occasionally
breaking through.
Kiyoshi falls heavily against the back of the couch, mouth hung open in desperation for air. He feels too hot, pants uncomfortably tight when she moves away but every time she hits down it’s at the exact pressure he needs for searing pleasure to rip through his body.
“Oh fuck baby, I’m…I’m so close. You’re so good at making me feel good.”
She leans forward, head swimming from the power trip of having her normally goofball boyfriend so thoroughly coming undone. He jumps when her tongue thrusts into his ear, shivering the next moment as it trails along the rim of the same before her breath ghosts over him, her voice surprisingly deep as she says, “Come for me, Iron Heart.”
A groan rips from his throat as Kiyoshi allows himself to let go, releasing into his pants.
She stills her motion, both still breathing heavily. When their eyes open and gazes meet, she smiles sweetly, trailing her fingers delicately over his face. He returns the smile, eyes half closed and legs twitching, aftershocks of his explosive orgasm.
“Feel better?” she asks, leaning forward to peck his lips.
He nods. “Mmmhmmm and as a thank you,” he leans to the side, shifting to lie back on the couch while drawing her hips towards his head, “I’m gonna make sure you get a hell of a ride yourself.”
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D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)
Teppei moans into her neck, sliding his hands up and down her waist as she grinds against his crotch. They’d barely made it into his apartment, her lips everywhere she could reach on the taller male. He’d chucked his shirt but hadn’t had the presence of mind to yank off his pants or her skirt before pulling her into his lap. The feel of her pressed against his burning erection pulls a sharp inhale from them both.
“Uhn, that feels so good,” he moans, thrusting upwards.
“Teppei, let me up so we can take off our clothes.” She moves to stand up but he tugs her down.
“Please baby, I can’t wait,” he confesses, eyes burning into hers.
She nods, shifting her weight to a preferable angle and presses down hard, raking her fingers through his hair to tug his face to her chest, the top of which he’s managed to expose through use of eager fingers prior to his hands reaching their current position on her hips. He licks the salt sweat from her skin, reveling in the taste of her as she continues to grind against him.
The room fills with the sound of heavy breathing, gasps and moans of each other’s name
occasionally
breaking through.
Kiyoshi falls heavily against the back of the couch, mouth hung open in desperation for air. He feels too hot, pants uncomfortably tight when she moves away but every time she hits down it’s at the exact pressure he needs for searing pleasure to rip through his body.
“Oh fuck baby, I’m…I’m so close. You’re so good at making me feel good.”
She leans forward, head swimming from the power trip of having her normally goofball boyfriend so thoroughly coming undone. He jumps when her tongue thrusts into his ear, shivering the next moment as it trails along the rim of the same before her breath ghosts over him, her voice surprisingly deep as she says, “Come for me, Iron Heart.”
A groan rips from his throat as Kiyoshi allows himself to let go, releasing into his pants.
She stills her motion, both still breathing heavily. When their eyes open and gazes meet, she smiles sweetly, trailing her fingers delicately over his face. He returns the smile, eyes half closed and legs twitching, aftershocks of his explosive orgasm.
“Feel better?” she asks, leaning forward to peck his lips.
He nods. “Mmmhmmm and as a thank you,” he leans to the side, shifting to lie back on the couch while drawing her hips towards his head, “I’m gonna make sure you get a hell of a ride yourself.”
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