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“Were you, now?”

“I was.”

“And what would the help involve, more specifically?” You blinked up at him and schooled your face into the most innocent of expressions that you could muster.

“Washing your hair, obviously.” Kuroo mirrored your expression, as his arms unfolded themselves from across his broad chest; hands going for the hem of his shirt. Then he stopped, fabric between his fingers and eyes boring into yours. “Unless you don’t want me to of course. In which case, I can—“

“What gave you the impression that I didn’t?” You lifted an eyebrow at him in question.

“Maybe I just wanted to make sure.” You can’t help but chuckle and roll your eyes at him as you let the curtain fall back in place and move back under the water.

“Come on, Big Boy. We don’t have all night,” you urge and you instantly heared the ruffle of Kuroo stripping off of his clothes, to join you in the shower.

“As you wish, Princess.”

A moment later, he moved the curtain to the side and stepped in behind you. Kuroo didn’t waste time before wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing himself against your back, resting his chin atop of your head. Water poured over both of your bodies and for a moment you just let yourself soak in his warmth, leaning further into him. He sighed. Content. But then pulled back a little.

“What are you doing?” you asked, twisting to look up at him.

“Told you I’d wash your hair, didn’t I?” Kuroo sent you a warm smile and reached out for your bottle of shampoo. “Turn your head,” he instructed as he popped the cap of the bottle. You hummed and did as you were told.

A few moments later, Kuroo started massaging the shampoo into the roots of your hair. Closing your eyes, you leaned into his touch. Kuroo worked his fingers against your scalp, applying a soft pressure. It felt nice. So nice, you couldn’t help the pleased little sound that escaped you.

At first you hadn’t noticed the sound slipping past your lips and Kuroo didn’t bring it up either. At least not when it happened. Instead he instructed you to put your head under the water. Skilled, his fingers kept moving through your hair. Across your scalp. Carding through long strands. Massaging. Caressing. Tender and soft. Another sound escaped you, and this time you did notice. However, when Kuroo didn’t say anything, you expected that he hadn’t heard. You hoped, yet maybe some part of you hoped he did hear how much you enjoyed his touch. But he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead he finished off rinsing out your hair, and when he was satisfied, he softly gathered it all and placed it over your shoulder.

“All done,” Kuroo told you and stepped closer. Dipping his head down towards your other now exposed shoulder, you suddenly realized that he probably had heard that little sound of yours, when something warm brushed against the skin right above the mounds of your ass. His lips softly pressed to your shoulder. Once. Twice. Thrice. Kuroo kissed his way across your shoulder, towards your neck. Instinctively, your head tilted your head to the side, offering Kuroo better access.

“Kuroo–”

“Hmm?” Kuroo stepped even closer, cock trapped between your bodies. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and you knew that despite the hardness against your backside, he wouldn’t hesitate to stop, if you actually asked him to. But you didn’t.

“No…” Your voice trailed off when his fingers traced up your sides, coming around to cup your tits. Once again Kuroo put his lips to your skin, nipping at the side of your neck.

“What is it then?” He mumbled against your skin.

“Feels nice–” Fingers pinched at your nipples and twisted slightly, breaking off your words in a throaty whine.

“But?” He urged, very well knowing, that you’d meant to say something else, before he’d interrupted you. Maybe he already knew what you were going to say. Maybe that was why he’d interrupted in the first place. Knowing him, that was very likely. He was cocky and confident and sometimes he was a pain in the ass, which meant would be one to tease and interrupt with said teasing, even when he knew you wanted to say something more. But he was also very lovable and the teasing was definitely also one of the reasons why you loved him and adored him as much as you did. You cleared your throat and steeled yourself against the probability of him trying to catch you off guard once more, when you’d start speaking.

“They’ll be here soon,” you began and just as you anticipated, a sharp pinch to your nipple forced a gasp from your lungs. But that wouldn’t stop you, you’d decided. So you continued. “So if we’re going to do this, you have to hurry.” You pressed back against him to emphasize your words, and felt him twitch against your backside and heard his breath catching in his throat.

Kuroo was quick to collect himself, and you almost got disappointed when he removed one hand from the perky nub on the fleshy mounds of your chest, and pulled back. Almost, because before you got that far, the hard warmth of his cock moved between your legs and slapped against your sex, and his hands pulled you back against him.

“I can be quick,” he murmured against your ear. Kuroo let his now free hand run down your side, while slowly rutting against your slippery cunt. “I can be quick, i promise,” he repeated in an unspoken plea. Kuroo’s hand moved over your hip but halted before moving all the way to the place you wanted him most. You twisted your head and pushed one hand into his wet hair, pulling his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. When you pulled back, followed, desperate for more, but you held him back by the hair.

“So, be quick,” you told him as you pressed your hips back against him and connected your lips once more. Realizing your approval, Kuroo didn’t waste time before he let his hand slide the rest of the way to your cunt, ghosting over your pussylips before using two fingers to spread your folds around his cock. His breathing was heavy through his nose as your lips moved in synch. A wet and messy synchronized dance, until you broke your shared pace, by slipping out your tongue, to which he quickly responded by parting his lips and meeting your tongue with his own. With your tongues sliding against each other, Kuroo let his fingers slide past his cock, pushing one against your entrance. His cock throbbed against your inner thigh, and your cunt fluttered in response, clenching before you forced your muscles to relax and invite him inside.

As he pressed one finger inside, Kuroo sucked in a breath, almost breaking the kiss. However you were quick to catch him before he did, even despite your own hips jutting against his touch.

“You’re– Really wet–” Kuroo sighed against your lips. With his finger plunging in and out of your warmth, you can’t help the sounds that escaped you, just to be swallowed up by Kuroo. He did make good of his words on being quick, as he worked you open. Soon enough, he added another finger, having been with you long enough to know that you didn’t mind the slight sting. To know that at times, you prefered it even. Two fingers deep, Kuroo pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, moving in firm circles against the sensitive nerves. Curling his fingers, you broke the kiss with a gasp, hand going slack and slipping form the back of his head. A low chuckle drifted over the sound of the shower running and to your ears. His fingers curled again, hitting that same spot again before scissoring his fingers inside of you, drawing another moan from your lips. When you looked up at him, you saw his lips curling into a familiar smirk. His fingers pumped in and out of you and your jaw had gone slack. It took you a moment to regain the use of your voice.

“I thought you said you’d be quick?” you managed to ask him, setting a clear challenge that didn’t escape his notice, even through the lustful clouds in his head. The corner of his mouth twitched as the hand still resting on your breast quickly moved to your back, pressing you forward firmly. Your hands slapped against wet tiles before your upper body was pushed flush against it, ass resting against his pelvis.

“You want quick, hm?” Kuroo huffed as he pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing once more. You looked back at him in time to see him lining himself up at your entrance. As if knowing you were watching, Kuroo lifted his gaze, locking his eyes on yours as he pressed the tip inside. You couldn’t help the hiss that whistled out through your teeth. Kuroo didn’t slow down. He took a firm hold of your hip and pushed further inside. His own jaw slacked and a low whine drawled from his throat when he sheathed himself inside you completely.

“Fuck–” Kuroo’s fingers tightened at your hip and the other hand moved into your hair. “You feel so– So good.” His breath hitched as you clamped down on him, urging him to move. And ever the gentleman, if he dared say so himself, he complied; pulling back and slapping back inside. Fast. Hard. Kuroo picked up and settled on a ferocious pace that had you mewling and babbling in time with each of his thrusts. His own sounds mingled with yours and the noise of his skin slapping against yours.

Kuroo soon pulled you back up against his own body, drilling into you with a desperate need. With you flush against his chest, Kuroo let his head flop down on your shoulder, resting his forehead against your skin, as he let out a long pitched whine.

Sex with Kuroo was like this. He enjoyed being cocky and teasing you in regards to foreplay. He knew what you liked and how you liked it. However his cocky attitude failed him, whenever his cock was buried inside your pussy, and he was reduced to a whining, needy mess, thrusting mercilessly into your tight hole. And you liked him like that. He was pure instincts, heavy breathing and intense stamina.

Kuroo’s fingers found their way to your clit as he continued to thrust his cock into you. His other hand roamed your body, tracing your skin as if trying to savor each and every inch of you. Each and every tiny moment he was able to touch you.

As a means to keep yourself steady, you had one hand braced against the cold tiles. With each of Kuroo’s thrusts, you felt yourself rising further and further up on your toes. Whether to make it easier for Kuroo to thrust into you or maybe to try and upend his relentless pace, you actually didn’t know to be sure. Maybe it was both. However, just as you reached all the way up to your tippy toes, the angle of Kuroo’s thrusts changed. Your knees wobbled and your eyes rolled back when he hit the sweetest spot inside of you. Ever the observant partner, Kuroo noticed the slight quiver of your body. the flutter of your cunt around him. His lips latched onto your skin as he drilled into that same spot again. and again. and again.

Your eyes screwed shut as you grabbed onto Kuroo’s arm, clinging on for dear life as your legs started shaking. Kuroo worked his finger faster on your clit. His breathing got heavier and harder as he panted against your skin.

“Please–” His words broke off in a groan, almost drowned out by the crescendo of moans falling over your lips.”You can– Cum for me, please– Baby please–” Kuroo snapped his hips sharply against yours and pressed down harder on your clit. Your jaw dropped and the heat that’d been pooling in the pit of your stomach snapped. Your walls pulsed around Kuroo’s cock, drawing a deep moan from his throat, as he fought to keep his pace steady through your high.

He failed. Of course he did. Kuroo was an attentive lover, and he never allowed himself to tumble over the edge before you’d done so first. But when you did, he never lasted long. But how could he, when the noises you made were so sweet, and when you clenched around him and you just felt so good? Kuroo’s thrusts stuttered. Turned sloppy as your walls milked his cock dry. Every last drop was squeezed from the angry tip still rutting deep inside of your pussy. Little by little, his movements stilled. The water was starting to lose its heat. Kuroo’s arms snaked around your middle and pulled you closer, and for a moment you let yourself enjoy his warmth, caressing the skin of his forearms with your fingertips. Contempt, Kuroo nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. A mild smile graced your face before turning slightly wicked.

“Did the quick part end with the orgasm?” You teased and felt his hold on you tightening slightly. “We still have to hurry, you know. Probably now more than would’ve needed be.” Kuroo’s deep groan had you laughing heartily, as you reached over to turn off the water.

“Don’t laugh,” Kuroo mumbled against your shoulder.

“Aww, why not?” You asked in feigned innocence. However, his reply was not what you expected.

“Oh?” You let yourself sink down further, enjoying the way his cock forced you open. “You like it when I call you that, Pretty Boy?” You really couldn’t help the cocky grin that formed on your lips. Miyuki was quite the sight, flushed, eyes shining, and teeth harshly gritted together. You couldn’t help but place a hand on his cheek, almost huffing a laugh as he leaned into your touch, jaw going slack.

Soon enough, you’d settled all the way down in his lap, cock sheathed deep inside your walls. You didn’t offer him much time to steel himself for what was to come before you rubbed your thumb over his bottom lip and rolled your hips against his. Miyuki’s hands twitched on your hips and a moan escaped his lips. His cheeks flushed even harder, seemingly embarrassed by the sound that had just left him, but to you— it only made you want to make him even more red. So, while you worked your hips against him, you found yourself propping your thumb into his mouth, forcing it further up. Pressing down in his tongue, Miyuki had no means to stop the sounds rising in his throat from tumbling out around your digit.

“You’re such a good boy. Do you like this?” you cooed and ground against him harder. A particularly high-pitched moan clearly told you that he did, but you needed him to acknowledge it. “Come on, don’t be shy. Do you like it?” And that was your good boy. Miyuki nodded with shiny eyes, a bit of drool slipping down his chin. This really was a sight for sore eyes.

It didn’t take you long to set up a pace that had Miyuki panting out the prettiest sound in time with your movements and had his muscles tensing up. No doubt he was at your mercy as you worked his cock until his eyes rolled back. Pulling your finger from his mouth, you leaned down and licked his lower lip, before capturing it between your teeth and pulling slightly. The moan he gave, had you picking up just that little bit of extra speed. Miyuki tilted his head in an attempt at catching your lips, but you couldn’t help but tease him by pulling back.

Sending him a confident grin, you took his hands in yours. Feeling him tremble slightly, you guided his hands, as his fingers ghosted over your skin, from your thighs and under your skirt. Sliding around your hips and settling on the mounds of your ass. Letting go of his hands, you own fingers quickly found their way to the front of Miyuki’s shirt, sliding up against his abs.

“Come on,” you told him as he looked at you with big eyes. “Have a feel.” With your own fingers against his, you help him support you as you shift gears and bounce in his lap.

“F—Fuck,” Miyuki ground out as his face scrunched up, teeth clenched, and one eye completely shut.

“Hm?” You kept your pace high as you guided one of his hands around to your front instead. Placing his hand against your abdomen and pressing his thumb to your clit had you shuddering and clenching around his cock. His hips bucked against you, meeting your thrusts. You moan and taking your pace up just another notch.

“S—slow down.” You almost laughed at the way he was clearly holding back, and for a second you considered whether you should push him over the edge already or play with him a bit longer. After a second or two you decided on the latter, slowing down until you were rolling your hips in slow circles against him.

“Does it feel good?” you asked him.

“Yes—”

“Do you want me to make you feel even better?” You felt Miyuki twitching inside of you and even before he nodded, you knew what it meant. He’d been so close, and if you wanted to play for longer, which you did, you’d have to shift gears. “How about I let you go raw instead?” Another, stronger, twitch inside of you replied as his fingers dug into your skin.

“I—” Miyuki gulped; eyes bewildered as he studied you with only half a mind to consider the risks. He could just pull out, right? Right. He knew that much. If he hadn’t been buried inside of you, he probably would have turned the offer down, but here he was. Right now, he wanted nothing more, so instead of objecting, he closed his mouth and nodded in agreement. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute.

“First, let’s get these off of you,” you told him, and carefully lifted his glasses off his face, setting them on the bedside table. “And this one follows.” Your hands returned to the hem of his shirt. He wasn’t late to push off the wall and helping get rid of his shirt, discarding it on the floor.

Miyuki reached for your shirt but hesitated, looking up at you. With a harder roll of your hips against his, you nodded in agreement and soon your shirt was discarded on the floor with his own. For a moment, as he was faced with your chest, he just stared. He’d never been one to stare, but you looked so good, and he had to bite his lip to refrain from just diving face-first into your chest. But instead, you picked that very moment to get off of his lap, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen accompanied by a soft whine from Miyuki himself.

“Second, we’re going to need this one off too,” you told him teasingly, but before you could reach out to help, Miyuki was discarding of the rubber as well. As he did so, you laid back on the bed and rested on your elbows, eyeing him up in challenge. Bending one knee and spreading that leg out to the side, you sent him a little smirk. “Show me what you’ve got, Pretty Boy.”

Miyuki wasted no time before he shoved off the wall and all but crawled over you. The hunger and excitement in his eyes had you chuckle softly as you beckoned him closer with a finger. His cheeks were red, his lips swollen and glistened in the dim light of the room. When he was in reach, you snatched his chin and brought his face to yours.

“You’re adorable, do you know that?” you whispered, and the red of his cheek deepened so fast and so intensely that you almost laughed again. Instead, you tilted your head up and caught his lips. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging onto the flesh of Miyuki’s ass, pulling him closer.

Feeling the mattress shift, you opened your eyes just slightly, watching as Miyuki reached down between your bodies. For a moment you let him try an align himself at your entrance, but with his eyes closed and lips locked with yours, that proved to be a difficult task. Miyuki’s eyes sprung open when your hand wrapped around his at the base of his cock. You broke the kiss and moved your head to the side of his, lips just shy of his ear.

“Let me help you,” you breathed against his ear. Steady and keeping his gaze locked with yours, you guide his hand until you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. You felt him already slipping inside from just a gentle buck of your hips. “Good boy,” you praise as Miyuki slips in further. Slick and his own precum made for a smooth entrance and soon enough, he made it all the way inside. Your hands settled on each side of his face, and you felt the catcher shudder when he’d bottomed out inside.

“Shit—” Supporting himself with both hands, one on each side of your face, Miyuki’s face scrunched up in your hands. “I need—I’m gonna—Fuck.”

“Not yet,” you told him and let your hands travel down the sides of his neck. “Need you to be a good boy, okay?” Even as he nods, you give him a moment to collect himself. You may enjoy teasing him, but not if it meant your shared fun would end right then and there. So, you lifted your head and placed your lips against his, letting your nails scrape lightly over his hard torso. His lips moved against yours and you almost yelped in surprise when Miyuki angled his head and deepened the kiss. He was learning, and you couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss as you clenched down around him, and he moaned into the kiss.

When Miyuki’s body loosened up from the tension that’d held him locked in place, you ground your hips against his. Digging your heels into his skin, you sparked him into motion. With a hard exhale, Miyuki tryingly pulled back out. His breathing shuddered against your lips as he pushed back in. You lifted your hips to meet his thrust, and when he repeated the movement, so did you, slowly working together. By chance, Miyuki shifted and hit something deep inside of you that had you throwing your head back, breaking the kiss. Your moan had Miyuki’s cock twitching inside of you.

As if spurred on by the sound he’d ripped from your throat, Miyuki picked up his pace, a bit of his usual confidence showing its face. Miyuki may not have much experience, if any when it came to sex, but he did know how to read people. So, when you’d let a moan slip, he clearly knew he’d done something right. He’d hit something, and he couldn’t wait to hit it again.

Miyuki’s head dropped to your shoulder as he increased his pace and relentlessly fucked into you. His moans mingling with yours in a sweet symphony, accompanied by the wet squelching between your bodies. Seeking leverage, your hands settled on his shoulders and fingers dug into his skin as his thrusts met with your own.

Instinct took over and Miyuki’s thrusts turned frantic, and you knew where it was leading. But you also didn’t find it in you to deny him once more. Probably mostly, because what he did with those hips of his, felt good. And you just couldn’t bear to stop him, for either of your sakes. Instead, you wound your legs a little tighter around his middle and pulled him closer, drawing a deep groan from him. His lips found your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, right above your beating pulse. Your walls tightened around him drawing him in further.

“I can’t—”

“I know,” you moaned, cutting him off before he could finish speaking. One of your hands snaked down between you, reaching for your clit, and rubbing circles around your nub.

“I need—” Miyuki tried pulling back, but you only tightened your hold on him further. Clamping down and pushing him closer with your legs around his body.

“Do it,” you urged into his ear and dug your fingers harder into his skin.

“What’re—Please—” His hips ground against you, as your legs held him firmly against you until you could no longer fit your hand in between you two, not letting him pull back. Rolling his hips in small circles against you, his moans turned high-pitched. Whiny. “Let—Let me out, I’m gonna—”

“Come on, cum for me, Pretty Boy.” Miyuki’s teeth sunk into your shoulder and his eyes screwed shut, drilling into you hard. You clenched around him once more, and he let you go with a loud moan. One hand slid into his hair and pulled his lips to yours in a wet clash. Then you pulled back. “Cum for me.”

“Shit—you f—Okay, fine!” Miyuki ground his hips against you harder, and the blissed grin on your face told him, that this was exactly what you’d wanted all along. “Take all—all of it—” With stuttering hips and his vision blurring. White. He clenched his teeth, as he released inside of you, painting your insides, and fucking his cum into you deeper. Your own head thrown back as his thrusts start to slow.

Coming down from his high, he seemed to realize you hadn’t reached your edge, and from the sheepish look on his face, you knew his felt bad. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Yes, he’d come fast and the both of you knew, but you also both knew that he was very new to this, so a little bit of encouragement seemed fitting. So, you sent him a smirk and clenched down on his softening cock, before he had the chance to pull out.

“So, you’re curious, you say?” The two of you were sat on Matsukawa’s bed. You’d told him that you wanted him to fuck you. That you were curious, since you could hear the girls he brought home at night. And you heard them talk about him in the bathrooms at college. They made it sound like he was some kind of sex divinity.

“Of course, I am. I hear the girls talking about you like you’re some sort of God.” Matsukawa smirked at that. “Oh, wipe that smug expression off your face would you. Most of them keep asking why I haven’t bagged you yet.” He was your best friend, and the two of you were hardly seen apart since you moved in together. People are curious creatures, and could you really blame them. You were curious too, weren’t you?

“So you really want to do this, to shut people up?” he’d asked. And it wasn’t entirely wrong. But it wasn’t the only reason obviously.

“Mostly I just think you should fuck me, because I want to know what the fuss is all about.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “And don’t try to say you don’t want to, because I see the way you look at me when I walk to my room in a towel after a shower.”

“Oh, I want to,” Matsukawa admitted promptly. “That’s not I’m worried about. I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

“I’m not going to regret it, so please,” you looked at him with decision in your eyes. You could see him retaliating.

“Okay, but not tonight.”

“Why not tonight?”

“Because I want to take my time,” he simply said and shrugged. “But I do have two conditions, though.”

“Which is?”

“First: it can’t ruin our friendship and two: you have to sleep in my bed tonight.”

Another text pulled you back to reality as your phone vibrated in your hand. You looked back to your phone. The screen had gone black while you’d remembered your conversation with Matsukawa the day before. The blush you hadn’t managed to suppress entirely, deepened when you read the next message.

Issei:

What if I turned it on?

It vibrated again, and you watched as two new messages ticked in.

Issei:

Right here.

Issei:

Right now.

You bite into the side of your cheek harder and look up, to make sure no one is paying attention to you, and that’s when you see him. You hadn’t noticed when he’d entered, but now he was sitting there, staring at you intently. There’s a calculated look behind his eyes, and you can feel that he’s studying you. And then you see it. That little twitch at the corner of his mouth, before his finger taps against the screen of his phone. Your thighs squeeze together when the vibrator turns on. Shit.

When he’d first asked you to sleep in his bed you’d been confused, but this morning when you woke up, you’d learned why. Matsukawa had kissed your neck, he’d touched your skin, all the while making sure to ask before every new touch, if you were still sure and if you still wanted this. You did. And he’d gone on, he’d prepped you and when you just about thought he was going to fuck you, he’d sprung another surprise on you. He’d fished out a sealed package from his bedside table and told you how he’d always wanted to try this. And that’s how you ended up with a remote-controlled vibrator inside of you, and after Matsukawa had made sure the connection and the app worked properly, he’d told you that you had to be a good girl for him, and keep it in, so you’d be ready for him later.

Matsukawa tapped his screen once more, upping the speed. A subtle glimmer shining in his eyes as the blush on your face felt like it was going to burn you up. Rubbing your thighs together, and clenching your phone, you glance frantically around, once again needing to be sure no one was watching. There was a group of four in the corner. They didn’t seem to have noticed. A couple to the left. Your phone vibrated again.

Issei:

Don’t take your eyes off me, baby girl.

The speed cranked up once more and your head shot up to look at him again. He watched you like a hawk as he was sat there at a table with a couple of papers spread out in front of him. Surely, he was pretending to be studying, but no one was going to buy it, with the way his eyes were fixed on you.

It’s been this way since the morning. Matsukawa would show up, and he would turn on that little thing. And then he’d turn it off when he sensed that you were getting a little too flustered, and he’d whisk away, leaving to do lord knows what. Probably take his classes in all seriousness. But every time, he left you wet and aching for more. And you just about had enough. When you sucked your lower lip into your mouth, Matsukawa sent you a wink and that was it. You looked down at your phone and typed out a message, gritting your teeth together to ignore that change in the pace between your legs.

Me:

You little shit. Bathroom. Right now!

Issei:

No.

The reply came promptly, and you almost threw your phone. But you didn’t. Somehow you managed to compose yourself, looking back up over the computer screen and leveling a death-glare at him. And he simply sent you a challenging smile back.

You were up in a flash, quickly hitting the close button on the computer, before walking as steadily as you possibly could, you circle your table and stride towards one Matsukawa Issei. You plant your hands down flat on the table in front of him, your face only inches from him.

“We’re leaving,” you tell him, and he just grins up at you, leaning back in his chair, legs crossed at the ankles.

“That so?” he cocks his head slightly to the side and you take a deep inhale before opening your mouth to speak again. Before you can though, Matsukawa beats you to it. “Okay. We can leave. But we’re not going to the bathroom.”

“Why? Scared we’ll get caught?” you challenge and he just chuckles. Then he reaches out and grabs hold of your wrist, leaning back in towards you. Tilting his head so his lips are almost touching your ear before his speaks.

“Baby, getting caught with my cock inside of you, is the least of my worries.” You can literally hear the smile on his face. No, the smirk. Because that’s what it is. This is not the normal joking smile you’re so used to hearing in his voice. This is the smirk that you’ve only ever heard before when he’d made crude jokes at you, like you did at him every now and then. “I know a place. Come on.”

Matsukawa gets up from his chair, still holding on to your wrist and all but drags you towards the doors as you try to keep up with his long strides. By now, a few heads had turned and watched as the two of you reached the exit. The two of you move in silence. Him intent on his goal, and you concentrating on keeping up as your legs tremble at the vibrations between your legs. Soon enough you reach a door, that Matsukawa opens and drags you through, before shutting it. He finally lets go of your wrist, flips the lock on the door, and turns back to you. For a moment he just looks at you with his head tilted to the side. Then he saunters over to a low couch and sits down, leaning back.

“We left. Now what?” He asked. For a moment you lost all use of your voice. This had never happened to you before, but between the look on his face, the stimulation he’d provided you with on and off all day and knowing that it was time had you blushing and opening your mouth just to close it again as you wrung your hands in front of you. Matsukawa grinned at you. “You wanted it, didn’t you? Well now you have me. Come and get it.” Matsukawa holds out a hand for you to take. You take a few steps closer to him and put your hand in his. Swiftly, he pulls you towards him, and you only just manage to get a leg on both sides of him, as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands settling on your hips.

The vibrations leave you breathless and wanting more. Your hips moved on their own, grinding down to meet Matsukawa’s crotch and a surprised gasp ripped from your lungs when you felt it. Your jaw slacked at the sensation, and your eyes widened in shock when you looked down to the bulge in his pants. It twitched and seemed to still be growing bigger. You looked back up at Matsukawa, who was now sporting a smug ass smirk. For a second you wanted to smack it off his face, but then his hips bucked up against you, somehow hitting a spot that had the vibrator shifting inside of you, now angled to buzz against a sweet, sweet spot deep within your tight cunt.

“Fuck—” you mewl, head falling to his shoulder. “How the actual fuck— How is that monster going to fit?” you mumble against his shoulder, his deep laughter rumbling through your body as he chuckled at your words.

“Don’t worry. I got you,” he told you with the laughter still clinging in his voice. “But not now. Right now is just about you.” And before you can say or do anything else, one hand moves from your hip and to your thigh. His fingers brush under your skirt. With his other hand Matsukawa takes hold of your jaw, lifting your head from his shoulder to look you in the eye. Holding your gaze, he silently asks you for permission to go on. You nod at him, but instead of moving his hand up further, he raises a brow at you. He’s going to make you say it isn’t he? Of course he is.

“Really?” You raise your own brows at him, and he shrugs in return.

“Always.”

“Issei,” you grind down against him and only just manage to suppress the moan rising in your throat. “just touch me, please.”

That little twitch at the corner of Matsukawa’s mouth just so matched the one of his cock underneath you. Finally, he slid his hand up further, letting one finger running over your clothed slit. Your breath hitched and your legs tensed up around his thighs. Another chuckle fell over Matsukawa’s lips as he moved his hands once more, hand coming to lie flat against your stomach, just low enough for the pad of his thumb to press against your still clothed clit. He rubbed a testing circle against your nub, looking up at you to watch your response, as your hips jutted against him. The grin he sent you was all teeth and glistening eyes, and something fluttered inside of you. Something that you very firmly brushed aside as simply being pleasure from what he gave you.

“You’re already desperate, huh?” Matsukawa asked, pressing down harder on your clit, making another circular motion. And then another one. “I haven’t even shown you anything yet. I thought you were curious. I thought you wanted to know what the fuss is all about.” While he spoke, his thumb settled into a steady rhythm, applying just the right amount of pressure, for your mind to go hazy.

Matsukawa watched as your face scrunched up under his touch. Teeth still flashing up at you. Under his scrutinizing gaze, you suppressed a moan, but he heard it. Of course he did. Studying your features and the way your breath ragged. He knew. And it amused him to no end, so to put you under even further pressure, he picked up his pace just a little bit, and dipped his head to your shoulder. His teeth gracing the skin, right where your shoulder meets your neck. Instinctively, your head rolled to the side with a strained sound from your throat. Matsukawa chuckled against your skin, and he noted the shudder that ran through your body. His one hand, which wasn’t otherwise occupied settled on the opposite side of your neck as he started scattering kisses across your skin. Low whines fell over your lips, and as much as you wanted to keep your cool, you’d later probably have to admit that it hadn’t really worked.

His hand on your neck slid to the back of your head and grabbed a fistful of your hair, roughly pulling your head back. Finally, he got what he was after, when a load moan ripped from your throat.

“That’s it, baby.” Sticking out his tongue, Matsukawa licked his way up your throat, stopping and kissing right under your chin. He leaned into your ear. “Just let it out. Don’t think about the fact that other people walk by right outside that door.” He followed up with a soft laugh and pulled your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. When you tried to stifle the next moan leaving your lips, Matsukawa shook his head, pressed down harder on your clit and tightened his grip in your hair, pulling your head even further back. Smirking, he returned to leaving openmouthed kisses across your neck. Kissing, lightly sucking, teeth scraping. Picking up his pace even further between your legs, tearing another moan from your lips. And another. And another. Your hands grab onto the front of his shirt frantically.

“Issei—” his name leaves your mouth in a broken sob, and he moves so quickly you hardly realize what’s happening before he’s let go of your neck and pulled your face to him by the hair. His lips crash against yours. They’re slick, soft and demanding as he takes charge of the kiss. Swallowing your sounds, his lips move against yours, holding you close by the hair. And you feel it, the heat rising inside of you. Rising to a boil. Coiling. Leaving you grinding against him and moaning louder into his mouth. He pressed down just a little harder, with a low groan. With his teeth, he pulled at your bottom lip, and sucked it between his own. When Matsukawa released you, just to clash his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, something inside of you snapped. Your hips pushed harder against him as the orgasm rushed through you. With both hands you grabbed his face and kissed him harder as you rode out your orgasm on his hand. Moans turning into whines as the vibrator inside of you kept prolonging the pleasure.

“Issei, I need—” another whine broke you off as you pressed your forehead to his, still cradling his face. “Please—”

“What do you need?” Matsukawa’s hand in your hair grew slack and the thumb on your clit had slowed to a halt.

“Take it out, please.” He giggled a little to himself, but nonetheless dipped a hand down past your tights and panties. Removing the vibrator, his fingers were covered in your slick.

“God, you’re so wet.” To your horror, Matsukawa held up the vibrator so you could see it. The flush of your face deepened, and you swatted him across the chest, leaving him to laugh that deep laugh of his, that rumbled through your body. He was definitely trying to make you flustered. Of course he was, that little (big) shit. But, you decided, two could play that game. So you sent him a smirk of your own before slipping from his lap and down to the floor.

With both hands, you grabbed his knees and pushed them apart, while holding his gaze locked with yours. Matsukawa sucked in a breath, and something blazed behind his eyes. For a moment he was stunned motionless, but when you shuffled forward between his thighs, hands reaching for the buckle of his belt, he quickly grabbed your hands to stop you. The vibrator tumbling onto the couch, still buzzing.

“You don’t have to do that,” Matsukawa said, voice dangerously soft.

“But—”

“I told you,” he cut you off, holding both your hands in one of his, as he fished his phone out of his pocket to turn off the little toy next to him. “Right now, is just about you.” He cocked his head to the side and stuffed the phone back in his pocket when the toy fell silent.

“Issei,” you purred at him. “Please?”

“No. Not now,” Matsukawa said. Then he let out another laugh and you couldn’t help but smile at him as you shook your head. Then he winked at you, rose from his spot on the couch and pulled you up with him letting go of your hands when you were on your feet. “I told you that I’m not the least concerned about being caught with my cock inside of you, whether it be mouth, pussy or ass. But I am concerned about having to carry you home, so we are not going to go any further here.”

“Cocky bastard,” you laughed at him and swatted him once more, this time hitting his arm. Matsukawa caught your wrist before you managed to pull back. You’d heard him mention the size of his dick before, and you’d heard the girls talk about how big it is, and after sitting in his lap just now, and spotting the bulge in his pants, you knew that however cocky he may be, he was right in that concern.

“Hey now, that’s not very nice, is it?” Matsukawa looked you up and down with raised brows before he continued. “You were the one who suggested this. You were the one who wanted to know. I’m just going to deliver what you asked for.” He shrugged and quickly pocketed the little toy, dragging you after him towards the door. “Come on, we’re going home, and I’ll show you what I can do.” And with that, he unlocked the door and stepped out in the hall, not even caring to hide his hard on, as you trailed behind him.

The two of you only made it through the door of your shared apartment before Matsukawa pushed you up against it, pressing his lips to yours. You didn’t live far away from your college, but with the way Matsukawa’s hand settled on your thigh during the short drive, something had fluttered in your stomach. Something akin to nervous want. At least that’s what you told yourself. His fingers had trailed the inside of your thigh, featherlight and when his touch had you instinctively trying to close your legs, a deep sound rippled from his throat. The sound shooting straight down south between your legs. He’d made sure you were still ready for him, and he hadn’t wasted time when the two of you made it back home to your shared apartment.

So here you were, back arching against the wooden door, Matsukawa’s lips moving against yours and his thigh nudged between yours, pressing against you. His forearm rested in the door above your head. His other hand holding onto your hip, fingers digging in. The only real sign of his growing eagerness except for the intense feeling behind his kiss.

Your own hands held him in place by his open track jacket, holding on to each side of it, pulling in an attempt to get even closer. Matsukawa’s tongue darted out, licking over your lower lip, and when your mouth fell open in a soft whine, he attached his lips to yours once more, tongue slipping inside to meet with your own. Matsukawa’s fingers found the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath the fabric he shifted. His leg pressed harder against you, and you couldn’t help but rut against him, moaning into his mouth. Fingers moved up further while Matsukawa sucked on your tongue, his own moving against it. When he let go, he moved down to kiss your neck, but as you ground against him, you found yourself growing impatient.

“Issei.”

“Hm?” Matsukawa hums against your neck.

“Weren’t you supposed to show me your skills?” You ask him in fake mockery. You can feel his silent laughter against your skin as he leaves another kiss to your neck.

“Mhm?” He hums again.

“I need you to dick me the fuck down,” you found yourself pressing. This time, the laughter bobbled over as Matsukawa released your neck and let his forehead fall to your shoulder as he laughed warmly.

“So that’s what you want, hm?” His fingers tightened at the dip of your waist when he pulled back to look at you. “And you’re absolutely sure?” And of course, you were. His cock pressed against your hip, and you knew you wanted to know. Wanted to feel it. Wanted him. You nodded firmly; eyes locked on his when his face fell into a confident expression. “Okay.”

Matsukawa pushed off the door, pulling you with him a few steps into the apartment. Reaching the kitchen counter he spun you around, grabbed your hair and pushed you down, bending you over the counter. A surprised yelp fell from your lips as you braced yourself on the counter. Taking a hold of your hip, Matsukawa pulled your ass back against him, bulge pressing against you.

Grinding up against you, Matsukawa hissed at the heat emitting from between your legs. Matsukawa leaned forward, his bigger body engulfing you from behind. His lips graced the shell of your ear.

“You’re going to let me have a taste, right?” His hot breath sent shivers down your spine, and the shudder had your ass jiggling against his cock. Matsukawa inhaled sharply and you felt yourself nodding. Another shiver rippling through you, as Matsukawa chuckles against your ear. “I need you to use your words, baby,” he grinned, having you clenching unwillingly around nothing at the pet name, and he felt it. Even through the layers of fabric. He felt it. “Say it.”

“Yes,” you whined out, as Matsukawa rutted against you.

“Good,” he said, and as he straightened, both his hands settled on your ass, squeezing your thick mounds. With his gaze stuck to your cheeks, Matsukawa dropped to his knees. Just as you looked back at him, you caught a glimpse of his eyes fixed on your ass as he lifted up your skirt. His fingers skirted against your entrance when he grabbed the fabric of your tights and pulled. A stifled yelp against your arm escaped you when you heard the fabric tear.

“Issei—” His name fell from your lips and Matsukawa feels his cock twitching in his pants. He’s just so god damn hungry for you. His mouth stretched into a wolfish grin, his teeth flashing and eyes glistening as he took in the dark patch on your panties.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs to himself, hunger flashing across his features. “I’m just going to have to eat you up.” He’s breathless as he reaches in and hooks two fingers around your panties, pulls them to the side. As if in a trance, he dives in without warning, licking a stripe through your folds, groaning at your taste. Your own muffled moan drowned in the sound coming from Matsukawa as his tongue explored your pussy.

Expertly, his tongue flicks against your clit, working in swift motions. Sucks it into his mouth, before pulling back, releasing it with a wet sound as slick runs down his chin.

“Don’t hold back.” His fingers dig deeper into the fat of your ass cheeks, while still holding your panties to the side. “Let me hear you. I need to hear you. You promised you’d be good for me.” His tone is soft but firm when he spoke, voice slightly gruff from the desire running free inside of him. And you did promise you’d be good for him. So when he dove back in, you shifted; arm reaching back for his hair. A loud moan left you when his tongue returns to your clit, pressing firmly against it.

Saliva mixed with the slick when Matsukawa let his tongue dance through your folds. Teasing, pressing, sucking. His technique was playful and the hungry sounds he made were absolutely filthy. As your own sounds rapidly increased, you couldn’t help but wonder, that he just might be enjoying this as much as you were. That he just might be utterly into this. That he got off on your taste, your sounds and your arousal making his face wet.

You hadn’t expected the added stimulation when Matsukawa reached down with his thumb, prodding at your entrance. Pushing just slightly inside. Your hold tightened in his hair. He pushed in further and you could literally feel his smile against your clit, when you whined and squirmed in his hold. Matsukawa pulled out his thumb, rubbing it through your folds, thoroughly covering it in wetness. When he was satisfied, he hummed against your sex, moving his thumb until he was instead pushing at the puckered hole between your ass cheeks.

Matsukawa’s tongue found your cunt, lapping up your juices, as his thumb pressed inside. Your walls clenched around him, and when his tongue pressed into your pussy, you subconsciously pull him closer by the hair. He chuckles into you and lets his thumb press deeper, his tongue playing with your hole.

“I’m— Fuck—” your voice broke off when Matsukawa’s tongue pressed deeper. Pulled out. When he slowly moved his thumb back, and pushing back in. Matsukawa’s grin only widened against your pussy, when his lips nibbled at your nub and you writhe against the table. He lifts his gaze to look into your eyes, that lazy glint sparkling at you like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Your teeth dug into your lower lip, and your eyes rolled back. A strangled sound ragged in your throat and you clenched down around the empty air.

“Now now,” Matsukawa murmured against your pussy. “No cumming yet,” he told you, pressing his thumb in hard and delivering a particularly hard flick to your clit. Then he pulled back and lifted an arm to dry off the slick and saliva from his chin with a wide smirk grazing his lips. “You’re only allowed to cum on my cock.”

“But—”

“No but’s.” Matsukawa rose from the floor, your hand falling from his hair, but his thumb still inside of you. He let go of your ass cheek, just to deliver a stinging smack against your cheek. “I want to feel you when you cum. The way your pussy is going to hug me and milk me dry. You’re not going to deny me of that, are you?” One eyebrow rises and he watches you intently. He keeps his eyes trained on yours, and even as you feel small under his gaze, you can’t look away. He just stands there, thumb buried in your ass and stares at you. You stare back. Something inside of you wants to put up a fight. To talk back at your best friend like the two of you always do with each other, but the look in his eyes extinguishes the fighting spirit inside of you. Heaving a defeated sigh that came out higher pitched than intended, sounding almost needy instead.

“I’m not,” you told him, voice cracking. “But you better make it worth my while then. Issei—” you intentionally whine his name loudly and the way his jaw sets, tells you that you hit your mark. That tiny bit of unextinguished rebel inside of you succeeded in riling him up further. Another smack came down on your ass cheek as Matsukawa hissed at the challenge you posed.

“Oh you bet I will.” Pulling out his finger, he instead plunged his index finger into your cunt, giving you no warning before he was suddenly knuckles deep. “Shit— Greedy, aren’t you? Think you can take another one already?” Matsukawa tears his eyes from yours, and looks down to you hole, swallowing his finger. He hisses at the wet sound as he pulled his finger back again. Plunging in another finger alongside the first. Matsukawa’s long fingers effortlessly slipped in, until they were sheathed deep in your cunt. The work he’d done, first with the vibrator and then his tongue gave easy access for him to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Issei, come on please,” you whine out.

“No.”

“But—”

“I don’t want to hurt you, love.” And with that, he pressed in a third finger, stretching you out. You moaned at the feeling.

“I can take it—” You begin as he scissored his fingers inside your pussy.

“So fucking needy. Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t walk after!” Matsukawa growled, pulling his fingers out and making quick progress of his belt, only stopping to fish out a condom from his back pocket, before undoing his pants, only just pushing them down enough for his cock to spring free. When you saw it, you literally mewled and your jaw fell slack. There was no hesitation when Matsukawa ripped open the package. Fisting his shaft, Matsukawa pumped his cock once, twice, thrice and then made just as quick work of rolling the latex wrapper. In a matter of seconds, he discarded of his shirt as well, your eyes widening as your gaze travelled across his bare skin, from your assigned spot on the counter.

You watched Matsukawa intently as he lined himself up at your hole. One of his hands found your hair, forcing you to face forward as he used the other hand to guide his cock, pressing slowly against you. However, he didn’t press inside just yet. Instead, he let his cock slide, rubbing it between your ass cheeks. You sucked in a breath when he thrust against you, cock warm and heavy on your skin. When you’d felt it underneath you earlier, you’d known it was big, but as Matsukawa slipped it across your crack, you knew it wasn’t just big. It was huge and it somehow both exited you and scared you a little at the same time. The sound that left you were strangled. Guttural. Matsukawa huffed and you had only half a mind to think the thought that it might’ve been supposed to be a laugh.

The way he was rutting up against you pulled another sound from you. A desperate pant that was closely followed by another. And then another as you attempted to push back against him.

“Shit—” Matsukawa whistled through his teeth, and he was back at your entrance. When he finally pressed his cock against the ring of muscles of your cunt, your eyes fluttered, almost falling shut. Almost. But when Matsukawa pressed the head inside, it had the opposite effect, eyes widening as tears wetted you lash line. An absolutely filthy moan filled the room, and you just could not bring yourself to care when Matsukawa was splitting you open.

“You need to relax. Baby please,” Matsukawa panted, hand in your hair tightening. “Fuck—I can’t—can’t move if you clamp down on me so—so hard.”

“’m sorry,” you mewled. And you tried to relax. You really tried. And maybe you succeeded, because you felt him pushing in a little further.

“That’s it,” he cooed, slightly breathless. As he pressed in further, Matsukawa put his hand on your hip and started tracing his fingers soothingly across a stripe of skin where your shirt had ridden up when he’d pushed you to the table. “That’s it—Doing s’well for me. That’s my good girl—Ah!” your walls clamped down on him at his words, drawing him in further. “Baby. Baby, please. Relax—” he tried again. Hands twitching. You hadn’t realized you’d done it, before you relaxed your muscles again.

My good girl. The words echoed in your head when Matsukawa heaved a barely audible sigh in relief. The muscles of his hands relaxed when your pussy did around him as well.

“You like being praised, huh?” Matsukawa panted from behind you, and he wasn’t wrong. At least you told yourself that that was it. That was the only reason your body had reacted without your consent to do so. There was no other reason. There wasn’t. Matsukawa rolled his hips, pushing into you “Almost there, love.” This time you managed to limit you reaction to a soft pulse. One that you hoped he would not notice. But of course he did. Smirking, he thrust forward, finally sheathing himself fully inside of you.

“Fuck—” you moaned. He filled you up entirely. For a moment he admired the view of you being split so pretty on his cock. A deep groan sounded when you moved your hips, trying to get him to move.

“Not yet,” he ground out through gritted teeth. His hold on your hair grew slack and as he leaned down across your body, his fingers started running through your hair, softly caressing your scalp. “Take a breath,” he instructed, lips right next to your ears. With his other hand he gently grabbed your chin, turning your face back towards himself. “And give me a kiss,” he whispered, lips only an inch from yours. You looked so pretty. Face flushed and eyes shining when he moved in closer, guiding your lips to his own.

A soft moan sounded from the back of your throat when your lips met. First it was tender. Very tender. So tender, that your mind started spinning, and that something that you’d pushed down and buried deep inside of yourself started clawing for a way out. The feeling was so intense, you knew you wouldn’t be able to lift it, should it surface. So, to accommodate and shove the tenderness aside, you pulled back for the shortest moment, before crashing your lips to Matsukawa’s again. Hard. Demanding. Deep. And despite the muffled sound in surprise, Matsukawa wasn’t late to respond to your change of pace. His lips parted against yours, coaxing you to do the same. And you did, your tongues met, lips moving together, teeth almost clacking against one another and soft sounds escaping not only your throat, but Matsukawa’s as well. He moaned unashamed into your mouth. Into the kiss. With his hand in your hair, he pulled you even closer, desperate to be as close as possible. Even with his cock buried inside of you, it still wasn’t enough. He needed this. And he needed to make you feel good. So he slowly pulled out, lips connected to yours, and rocked back in; the sound it pulled from you, sweeter to him than anything he’d ever heard prior.

It almost drove him mad. Almost. What actually drove him mad, was holding back with you sounding like that. With your lips on his. Something that he’d never admit to you, that’d he’d been thinking about for the longest of time. Matsukawa’s eyes squeezed harder shut as he tasted you. Really tasted you. And you tasted both him and yourself on his tongue. It wasn’t like you hadn’t before but tasting yourself on his tongue had your mind spinning.

Your lips parted from his, and for a moment you could breathe again. The world was moving around you, but you weren’t moving. Instead Matsukawa was moving. He straightened his back and grabbed your upper arm, pulling it backward towards him, twisting you slightly towards him.

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” His voice sounded so tender, but the fire behind his eyes as you looked up at him, were in stark contrast. “You’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” Matsukawa pulled back, slowly. Slowly. Until just the tip was inside. Your pussy walls clenched, desperate to suck him back in. With a roll of his hips, Matsukawa complied. His grip on your upper arm held you back as he pushed back into your cunt.

“Yes—” Matsukawa waited for you to go on while pulling back. But you didn’t, so when the tip of his dick rested at your entrance, he stopped moving altogether.

“Good girl,” he cooed, sucking in a short breath when you pushed back against him. His hold turned bruising as he slammed his cock back inside of you. You jolted forward on the kitchen counter despite his grasp, mouth hanging open. And when he started thrusting, your eyes rolled back. At first he set a steady pace, listening intently to your sounds as he picked up speed.

A high-pitched moan, just an octave higher than the rest, and he knew he’d hit the right speed. The right place. He angled his thrusts to make sure he hit the same spot with each one. Your vision blurred when he rocked into you.

“Issei, I—” how it happened, you weren’t quite sure, but one moment you were bent over the counter, the next your legs wrapped around his waist as he’d spun you around. Your ass rested on the counter, Matsukawa’s hand was in your hair and his lips were against yours, as he kept up the frantic pace.

“Not yet,” he panted against your lips. “Want to watch you when you— Fuck— When you cum.” He pressed up against you, letting his free hand run up under your shirt. Your own arms wrapped around his arms, pulling him even closer. When his warm fingers traced your skin, a shutter traveled down your spine and his lips twitched against yours. For the shortest moment, Matsukawa pulled away to rip the shirt off of you, discarding it on the floor before his lips were back to yours. His hands upon your skin felt almost burning, you moaned into his mouth, grabbing his face and pressing your lips harder to his, desperately rutting against him.

Large fingers pushed the fabric of your bra down, tender movements contrasting the harsh thrusts of his hips. The wet sounds between you. Matsukawa broke your kiss to look down at your boobs. He let out a strangled whistle, when he pinched your nipple, and you threw your head back, hands falling from his face to his shoulders, nails digging in when he twisted your nipple gently. Dipping in, Matsukawa too your other nipple into his mouth.

And that was when he delt the final blow. His hand left your hair, went up under your skirt, and he pressed his thumb to your clit.

“Fuck—” you hissed. His own pant almost as loud as your exclaim when you clamped down on his cock. Clawing at his back, your body started trembling in his hold. “Issei, Issei,” chanting his name as if it was going to be your saving grace, he kept thrusting into your cunt. Heat was swirling in your body but clamping down, you tried to hold back. He’d told you enough times to wait, that you couldn’t help but try to hold back. Matsukawa sucked hard on your nipple, pinching the other between two fingers and rolling your clit under his thumb. He looked up at your flushed face; mouth hanging agape, tongue almost lolling out and eyes blown wide. And then he released your nipple from his mouth.

“Now you can cum,” he whispered only just loud enough to be heard over your moans, the slapping of his skin against yours and the wet noises from your pussy when his cock filled you up again and again. He simultaneously pressed down harder on your clit and flicked your nipple with his tongue, and your vision went white for a moment.

Your walls clamped down hard and your nails dug into his shoulders harder. Matsukawa looked up at you, fucking into you, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“Issei~” his name rolled off your lips so sweetly that his hips stuttered, but he forced it down, he wasn’t going to cum before you’d made it down from your high. But when you opened your mouth again, he couldn’t help himself. “Issei.” Your voice was strained, but he could hear that you’d made it. You looked at him sweetly and god he blew it. His thrusts became sloppy. Hard. Matsukawa pounded into you. Twice. Thrice. Maybe once more, before tumbling over the edge, burying his cock in your cunt and his head in the crook of your neck.

His seed painted your walls as you lifted his head, cradling it in you hands and pressing your lips to his in a kiss that he was quick to drunkenly respond to.

Clean, contempt and satisfied, you were curled up in Matsukawa’s bed. He’d just come back into the room and jostled down beside you, his tone just as playful as it’d always been with you. So the two of you were still… you. And somehow that had you laughing to yourself, before jabbing him in the side. He flinched away from your touch.

“Woman!” He grabbed your wrists, laughing too. “Don’t poke the sleeping bear.” He said as he held you in place, hovering above you with your wrists pinned to the mattress.

“That is not how that saying goes,” you start and writhe in his grasp to get free. “And you’re not sleeping, Bear.” You mocked, not realizing in that moment, that you’d just used your new favorite nickname for your best friend for the first time. His laugh rumbled warm and inviting.

“And what, exactly, are you going to do?” He mocked and tightened his hold just a bit to emphasize his point. And he was right. He didn’t budge no matter how you tired. So instead you decided to try a different tactic.

“I know. Next time—"

“You want there to be a next time?” Matsukawa suddenly sounded serious as he looked at you in surprise. It was working. His hold grew slightly softer. Not quit there yet, so you pressed out.

“Shush. I’ve heard rumors that you and Hanamaki—”

“Don’t even go there,” he cut you off. Plan backfiring when he tightened his hold on you again. Something flashed in his eyes, and it intrigued you. You had to know what I was. So, you asked.

“Why not?”

“Because.” Matsukawa chewed on his cheek before he continued. “Because I’m not okay with sharing you.” He shrugged as if it was the most casual thing he’d ever said, and as if he hadn’t just made your stomach flutter and your heart hopeful. Somehow also frustrated and for some reason, that was the part of you that won.

“But you expect me to share?” You asked him, quirking up an eyebrow at him. Matsukawa looked down at you, studying your face for a moment before seemingly having found what he was looking for.

“As to why we’re doing this,” Tetsuro began, breath spreading across Tooru’s ear. His tongue darted out and swiped over the shell of Tooru’s ear. Tetsuro worked his fingers in and out of Tooru as he spoke, soft mewls and whines forcing their way of if Tooru’s mouth by now. One curl of his fingers hit just right and Tooru groaned, head falling forward and banging against the door with a thud. “because we have a plan, remember?”

“Oh god,” Tooru ground out through gritted teeth. A movement and he’d snatched Tetsuro’s wrist behind him and glanced over his shoulder, head still resting against the door. “Would you shut up and fuck me already?” Kuroo’s smirk faltered. Fuck he was hot. Then he grinned.

“What’re you doing out so late?” Oikawa asked, even surprising himself.

“What’s it to—” Kuroo looked up and finally let his gaze settle on the barista. On his fluffy hair, beautiful eyes and perfect features. Damn he was pretty. “Elope away with me,” Tetsuro stumbled before he could stop himself. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth. Probably shouldn’t have said that.

“Excuse me?” Oikawa furrowed his brows but despite himself still giggled a little. The darkhaired stranger leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest.

“You heard me,” he said. Tetsuro wasn’t one to regret. Might as well own up to it.

“Did you?” Oikawa countered, crossing his arms across his chest, looking him up and down. One eyebrow lifted in a perfect arch.

“I said what I said,” the stranger told him, with a challenging glimmer in his eyes, that had a tingle running down Tooru’s spine. One he tried his hardest to suppress. Instead, he rolled his shoulders to cover up the involuntary shivers.

“Are you crazy?” Tooru asked, cocking his head slightly to the side. Did this man in front of him really think that a line like that would work on him? Because if he did, he was going to be terribly disappointed when it did not.

“Some would definitely say so, yes.” Kuroo plastered a lazy grin on his face, eyes still fixed on Oikawa.

“I can see why.” A short pause of silence settled between them. Oikawa leaned against the nearest table, hands settling on the edges to support himself. He knew he should leave. He knew that he couldn’t be bugging the costumers, but he was bored, and something about this stranger had him curious. Oh and he didn’t seem to feel specifically bugged by Tooru’s presence. “so, what are you doing out so late?”

“Working,” came the simple answer followed by a teasing tug at the stranger’s lips. It was clear that stranger had one hell of a time with baiting Tooru. Pulling him in further with his words.

“I can see that,” Oikawa repeated “On what?” He further inquired.

“Hm-“ the low voice drawls. There’s a moment of silence as if the stranger is deciding whether or not to indulge his barista. “Have you ever had a dream?” the stranger opted for instead. Tooru blinked at him once. Twice. What? Then a smile tugged at his facial features, thinking of the dream still living inside of him.

“I have.”

“What if I told you, that I could make that dream come true?” The strangers’ eyes studied Tooru. It almost felt like a cat watching its prey. And maybe that was exactly what this was.

“Again; are you crazy?” Tooru really should leave. He really, really should. And he knew that. But for some reason he didn’t. This was ridiculous. For all Tooru knew, this stranger could be a serial killer looking for his next victim. For some reason though, he couldn’t really bring himself to back out.

“I’m being serious.”

“Okay.” Oikawa crossed his arms once more. “I’m listening.”

“What was your big dream?” Tetsuro asked, spinning his coffee cup in steady motions. The stranger finally lifted the cup to his lips and took his first sip, face scrunching up at the taste. “This coffee is terrible.”

“Of course it is. What did you expect with those prices?” Tooru laughed and pushed off from the table. Maybe it was time for him to get the upper hand and do a bit of teasing himself, he decided. “Tell you what. Come back again tomorrow, and I’ll tell you what my dream is.” And with that, Tooru took off sauntering back towards the counter.

“Okay, I can do with that. Tell me one thing though,” the stranger called after the barista, who looked at him over his shoulder “What’s your name?”

“Oikawa. Oikawa Tooru,” he said with a smile and a wink to go.

“Kuroo Tetsuro.”

****

“You do have the face for that,” Tetsuro agreed the next day, when he’d coaxed Tooru into admitting to his lifelong dream of becoming a model. Something he didn’t admit to, to a lot of people. Only his best friend and coworker in the coffee shop Iwaizumi Hajime knew, that the dream was still very much alive and well inside of him. And now Kuroo. Tooru hadn’t expected him to actually come back and ask him about it, but Tooru wasn’t one to go back on his words. So, he’d told him, with a straight back and a determined look in his face. At Tetsuro’s comment, Tooru jutted out his hip and placed a hand on it. He didn’t even notice as it happened.

“Please. I’ve got the everything for that,” he said.

“Indeed, you do,” Kuroo breathes out, gaze raking over Tooru’s frame. Tetsuro were standing leaned against the wall next to the counter, a cup of that god awful coffee in hand.

Like the day before the it was late and the coffee shop more or less emptied out before Kuroo had arrived. The last young students filed out after spending their evening buried in their laptops, while drinking way too much coffee than good was. Oikawa was behind the counter alone, taking another closing shift to help save up for that dream that he still couldn’t quite believe he had just confessed to, to this man who was still hardly more than a stranger.

For a moment, the two of them were silent. Tooru’s gaze drifted to the door, just as the last guest left. The last except for Kuroo, of course. Kuroo who took a swig of his coffee, eyes still fixed on Tooru, who was painfully aware. Tooru gnawed at the inside of his cheek and then he turned back to Kuroo.

“Now I’ve told you mine, I think it’s only fair you share yours too.” Tooru crossed his arms, hip still cocked out to the side. Tetsuro lowers his coffee cup and the way his lip twitches before he speaks, doesn’t go unnoticed by Tooru. This guy is definitely up to no good.

“My what?” Now he smiled. A feigned innocent smile and Tooru saw right through him. Because he wasn’t even trying to be convincing. Tooru rolled his eyes.

“Your dream of course.”

“Who said I have one?” Tetsuro mirrored Tooru and crossed his arms across his own chest. Amusement flickered in his golden eyes. His smile grew and matched that playful glimmer in his eyes. “Maybe I just wanted to know a little more about you, babe.” Babe? Tooru almost choked on his own spit but managed to catch a hold of himself before it happened.

“Of course you did.” Did he just say babe? He was tempted to ask but opted against it for now. He could always ask about it later, Tooru decided. For now, it felt like Kuroo was playing games, and Tooru did not like losing. Tooru always preferred to have the upper hand, but somehow, he didn’t seem to be able to quite grasp a hold of that upper hand with Kuroo. Which was why he turned to logic this time, when he opened his mouth to convince his stranger to talk. “It’s not very likely you’d ask me such a specific question if dreams hadn’t been on your mind, though.” Tooru stepped back and leaned against the workstation behind him, with the large coffee maker.

“It’s actually more of a plan than a dream, really,” Tetsuro admitted and took another sip of his coffee.

“Hm~” Tooru hummed, encouraging Tetsuro to go on, and cocked his head to the side. “Do tell.” For a moment, Tooru really thought he’d scored a point in this weird little game of theirs. For a moment.

“I probably shouldn’t,” Tetsuro started but then a wicked little grin spread across his features. “But we did just establish that I was a bit crazy, right?” Kuroo winked and Tooru knew that he hadn’t scored that point after all.

“Oh, shut up.” Tooru rolled his eyes again before fixing his gaze expectantly on Kuroo, who in turn just watched him with raised eyebrows. Tetsuro took a long draw of his coffee. For a beat or two, they just stood there, neither willing to break eye contact. To back down. Tooru raised one of his own brows as Kuroo. “Really?” The silent grin never slipped from Tetsuro’s features. “Are you 12 years old? You can speak!”

“Begging would suit you even better than that little pout,” Tetsuro said and sent Tooru a wink.

“Keep dreaming.”

“I told you, remember? Not a dream: a plan.” Tooru almost missed the way Kuroo’s gaze flicked down to his lips and back up. Almost. But he did see it. And they way Kuroo licked his lips, didn’t go unnoticed either. Tooru was a preceptive guy, he told himself. It wasn’t like he paid extra attention to Kuroo.

Obviously not.

Obviously.

“You’re disgusting,” Tooru laughed, Tetsuro’s playfulness and unabashed challenges taking him aback again and again. Tooru tried hard to suppress the blush threatening to set his face ablaze. “Now quit stalling. Tell me about this big plan of yours.” Challenges. That was what they were, right? He was simply testing him. Challenging him. That’s it. Definitely that’s what this was.

“Okay, okay fine. Well, when I first get my hands on you, it’d involve lots of heavy touching. In due time I might have you ride my th-“

“NOT that plan!” Tooru cut in. “That plan, by the way, would require a lot more effort than that, for you achieve.” Tetsuro opened his mouth to respond, but Tooru held up a hand to stop him, and continued before the other could get out a word. “Tell me about the plan you were working on last night, before you really looked at my beautiful face.” Oikawa smiled his sweetest most endearing smile, as if to accentuate his point.

“Oh, that one!” Tetsuro said, pretending like he hadn’t known all along. Of course he had. He’d simply been playing a game of cat and mouse and they both knew it.

“Yes, that one.”

“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” Tetsuro said, took the last sip of coffee and put his now empty coffee cup down on the counter. His smile almost had Tooru’s heart flutter. Almost. Because Tooru was not someone who swooned over other people, thank you. Especially not strangers. Smooth talking and obnoxious strangers at that.

“What? Why?” Tooru asked. The words left him before he even had the chance to think. His mouth often did work faster than his brain, and that was not to say he was stupid. He just had a very quick tongue and that could be both a good and a bad thing.

“All part of my big plan. The other big plan, that is,” Kuroo said with that glimmer of challenge in his eye again. Tooru knew what that meant. He was sure of it.

“You want me to beg?” Tooru lifted an eyebrow, an equally challenging glint in his own gaze. As if daring Kuroo to ask that of him.

“All in due time, sweetheart.” Tooru gaped at Tetsuro when he waved a hand in the air and walked towards the door. He couldn’t be serious. Right? He wasn’t just going to leave like that? Was he really not going to tell him? Did he actually want him to beg? Shit. Oikawa Tooru was not one to beg. Pride grabbed a hold around his throat while his curiosity tried to force the words out of the restraints from the crushing hold of his pride. He was going to leave. Without telling him anything. Tooru knew that he was going to lose no matter what he did. He’d lose if Kuroo left without telling him anything. He’d lose if he begged. Tooru saw Tetsuro reach out for the door. He couldn’t.

“Please?” The word almost hurt on the way out. The chokehold of his pride causing it to be only barely audible. Tetsuro looked over his shoulder with one hand on the door handle. He cocked an eyebrow up in question. Tooru clenched his teeth and cleared his throat. Then he steeled himself and looked into Kuroo’s eyes. “Please.”

“Tomorrow, babe. I promise.” And with another wink, he was out the door.

* * * *

“I was starting to think you might not show today,” Tooru sing-songed without looking up from the coffee machine he was currently in the midst of cleaning. Out of the corner of his eye he’d noticed Kuroo when he’d closed the shop-door behind him. Tooru had been fast to put his entire attention to the task at hand, so Kuroo wouldn’t know he’d looked. Why he didn’t want him to know, Tooru wasn’t sure, but he didn’t, and so his gaze was fixed on his working hands.

“Oh? Did you miss me?” Tooru glanced up quickly at the sound of Tetsuro’s voice, but let his gaze fall back to the work at hand. He was about to retort, when Kuroo spoke again. “Don’t worry babe. I wouldn’t miss the chance to see your pretty face.” Tooru bit his lip but refused to look up and meet Kuroo’s eye.

“You’re flirting,” he stated.

“Oh yes. Yes, I absolutely am.” Tetsuro huffed a little laugh and shrugged his coat off of his shoulders. He placed the coat over the back of the nearest chair and then took the last step up to the counter. Studying Tooru’s nimble fingers for a moment, he couldn’t help the little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I want you to tell me about that plan of yours, like you promised.” Tetsuro’s smile grew into a smirk when Tooru spoke. He didn’t ask him to stop, and that was a win in Tetsuro’s book. He didn’t tell him to stop, and that meant that he was definitely not going to stop. So of course, he pressed a little further. Tetsuro leaned his hip against the counter.

“The one where you’re begging or the other one?”

“The other one, you animal!” Tooru’s gaze finally snapped up to the man in front of the counter. Heat rose to his cheeks when they looked at each other. Kuroo’s smirk only stretched wider, into a wicket grin.

“Feisty. I like it.”

“Fine, suit yourself,” Tooru rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his cleaning. “Don’t tell me.”

“Aw, babe. Don’t be like that.” Tetsuro pouted, but with his back turned, Tooru only heard the words and the teasingly soft voice. “okay, okay. I’ll talk. I did say that I would, right,” Tetsuro agreed, and Tooru simply hummed in agreement, not looking back up at him just yet. “I may be crazy, but you can trust me.” That got his attention. Tooru looked up and grimaced.

“Trust you-“

“And I can trust you too, right?” Kuroo cut him off, his voice turning serious as he spoke. He pushed off of the counter and turned fully towards Tooru. “You proved that when you kept your word.”

“I guess so, yeah.”

For a moment, silence settles between the two of them again. Tooru almost thought Kuroo wasn’t going to say anything else, and but as soon as he’d straightened his back and turned his gaze to the Kuroo, he opened his mouth to speak. Tooru crossed his arms and moved do lean his back against the wall behind the counter.

“People of this place. They walk around every day, unbothered by the fact that they’ll one day leave this place, having made no impact on the world, whatsoever.” Tetsuro found Tooru’s gaze as he spoke. He held it in place as he inched even closer. Leaning over, he placed his hands firmly on the counter. “They live and die, and they’re forgotten, and somehow that doesn’t seem to have registered with anyone. Not me though. I need to get out of this place. I can’t stay here any longer than I absolutely have to and I will make sure that I will be remembered. You know what I mean, right? I could see it in your eyes with I first really laid eyes on you. You’re hungry for recognition, right?” Tooru’s eyes squinted a little, but before he could reply, Tetsuro added, “don’t worry. I am too. You don’t have to hide around me.”

“Okay, so maybe I am. What has that got to do with your plan?” Tooru scoffed out the last word, looking at Kuroo in challenge. 

“I just think that you’d understand my plan, is all.” And that was all Tetsuro said to clarify. For a moment Tooru almost swore out loud, at how hard it was to get anything out of this man. He did however manage to rein himself in.

“Maybe I would. Try me and let’s see.” Tooru stepped forward; eyes trained on Kuroo.

“I am getting out of this place. And to do that, I’m going to need some finances for it.” Once again Tetsuro fell silent, looking as though he considered his next words very carefully.

“Mhm?” Tooru urged.

“Kind of like what I’m guessing you’re doing with this ungrateful job.” While Tetsuro spoke, Tooru grabbed a cup off the stand and the kettle off the coffee maker, filling the cup. Tooru placed the cup on the counter between them. “Just, you know, faster.”

“Faster?” Tooru questions but regrets it almost instantly when a smirk starts to form on Kuroo’s lips.

“Faster you say, hm? Well you—”

“Don’t even go there!” Tooru cut in and held up a finger to stop Kuroo from ending that very sentence. Tetsuro moved fast, snatching Tooru’s wrist in his hand, yanking him forward. Heat flushing every inch of Tooru’s face. Tetsuro moved in all the way to Tooru’s ear.

“Just one or two jobs. That should be all it takes,” Tetsuro whispers, breath ghosting over Tooru’s skin. Oikawa tensed at the sensation, but a shiver tore through him just as fast.

“J-jobs?” His voice quivered ever so slightly, and he just hoped Kuroo didn’t hear it. That he couldn’t feel the intense beat of Tooru’s pulse under his fingers. “What does that mean?”

“What do you think it means?” Tooru shivered when he felt Kuroo’s lips against the shell of his ear. He swallowed hard and felt like glued to the spot. Mind racing at a rapid pace, drawing an utter blank to what kinds of jobs Kuroo could be thinking off, the relentless flirting aside. Then Tetsuro chuckled and leaned back a little, eyes searching Tooru’s face. “Oh, so you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

That finally spurred Tooru into action. He yanked his hand out of Tetsuro’s grip but didn’t step back. Instead, he slammed his hands against the counter and leaned forward, face mere inches from Kuroo’s. For a moment Tooru just looked him in the eye. Tetsuro inhaled sharply. He clearly hadn’t expected Tooru to clap back on the flirting.

“Fucking. Try me,” Tooru hissed. The next thing that happened, happened so fast, that Tooru hardly registered Tetsuro moving, before large hands engulfed his face and lips pressed against his own. Tooru forgot everything about frustration and everything about winning whatever it was that game between them was. Instead, he felt himself melting into the touch of Tetsuro’s lips. Damn he was good at this. It wasn’t fireworks and it wasn’t like being struck by lightning. It was smooth and warm and wet as their lips moved against each other. But that was it. Tooru didn’t have time to react further. He didn’t have time to move his hands or deepen the kiss before Tetsuro released him and leaned back. Casually, he picked up the coffee cup miraculously still standing on the countertop.

“what’re you—“ he started eyes searching your face.

“did you know that this is my absolute dream car?” you asked him as you settled down on his lap. your hands enclosing his face, you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. kuroo didn’t hesitate for even a second before kissing you back. his hands roamed up your back and pulled you even closer. a soft hum against your lips as you ground down on his hardened cock, though the fabric of his jeans, as he struggled to get you as close as possible.

“i didn’t. if i knew, i’d have bought it earlier,” kuroo gasped when you broke the kiss for air.

“hm—“ you hummed as you kissed down his throat. teeth scraping over the spot where his neck met his shoulder. a groan escaped him as he bucked up his hips to meet your warmth.

“if you keep that up,” he muttered and threw his head back against the headrest. “i’m not sure i can hold myself back.”

“maybe you shouldn’t,” you told him against his skin.

“maybe i—“ then your words snapped into place in his brain. he looked at you and saw the glimmer in your eyes. his cock twitched in his pants and with both hands he grabbed a hold of your hips, guiding you to grind against him. “maybe i shouldn’t,” he agreed.

kuroo stretched up to catch your lips in a hard kiss. your hands found their way into his hair as your lips moved together. with one of his hands still guiding your movements, kuroo moved the other up under your skirt as he’d had the urge to do more than once on this ride. with his thumb, he found your clit and pressed down on it. your hips stuttered in his holds, but he didn’t let up on the pace he was setting for you. instead he started rubbing circles on your clit. one particular hard swipe over your clit had you whine against his lips.

“what is it, kitten?” he asked, moving in to nibble at your ear. “tell me.”

“i—“

“do you want more?” he asked against your ear. his breath fanned across your skin. “is that it?” your head fell to the crook of his neck and you nodded desperately.

“yes,” you whimper, knowing that he would tell you to use your words, if you didn’t.

“alright. i got you kitten,” kuroo said and with skilled fingers he pulled your panties aside, slipping one through your slick. back and forth, before prodding at your entrance. “you ready, baby girl?” he asks, but this time your nod is enough. kuroo pushes a finger inside and you whine against him.

you grab a hold of his hair and guide him to once again meet your lips. he knows you’re shy and there’s nothing he loves more than your kisses, so he allows it while pumping that first finger in and out of you. his tongue slips past your lips and meets yours, just as he slips another slender finger in beside the first. you rut down on his fingers and swallow the groan he lets out, as it mixed with your own moans.

“kuroo, please,” you moan when you break apart for a moments air, before your lips meet again. and he knows. he knows what you mean. so his other hand let go of your hip and fumbled to unzip his pants, not wanting to leave you empty for even a moment longer than absolutely necessary.

“wait,” he breaks away, kisses the corner of your mouth. “do we have—“

“my bra,” you manage to get out, and kuroo can’t help the devilish grin that spreads on his face.

and so he’s reaching for your breasts, making sure to accidentally brush over your hardened nipples more than once as he reaches into your bra for the wrapper. you grind yourself down harder on his fingers and get’s the memo.

“patience, kitten.” kuroo pulls out the wrapper, and keeping your eyes lock with his, he places it between his teeth and pulls. he makes quick work of it from there, now having to remove his fingers from inside of you, to slip his cock from his pants and roll on the condom. you trail kisses down his neck as he does, trying hard to be patient.

one hand returns to your hip and with the other he positions himself at your entrance. he guides you down, and let’s out a deep groan when you sink down on his aching cock.

your teeth sunk into the skin of his neck and he hissed desperately tried to stop himself from bucking up into you.

“shit. shit— baby you can’t— can’t do that—“ kuroo stammered with his eyes furrowed in concentration.

you bit down on his neck again, and this time he coudln’t stop himself as he bucked and buried himself to the hilt in your cunt.

“fuck.”

you licked the spot you just bit, and kuroo shuddered underneath you. “okay, that how you— how you want it?” he mumbled and let his head fall to your shoulder. “okay. fucking take it then.” kuroo grabbed onto your hips with both hands and started pounding into you in a relentless pace.

the car rocked back and forth in the parking space, and your noises filled the air as his skin slapped against yours repeatedly.

soon you found yourself grinding in kuroo’s lap in synch with his pace, meeting his every thrust.

lost in your ecstasy, you didn’t notice when kuroo let go of your hips with one hand, to have disappear under your skirt again. a particular high-pitched moan escaped you, when his thumb pressed to your clit again.

“that’s it kitty. let me hear you,” kuroo urged, putting just an ounce more force behind his thrusts. “let me hear you cum.”

“kuroo,” you whine and rut against him.

“it’s alright. you can cum,” he encouraged again, feeling his own release nearing, but refusing to release before you hit your high. “cum for me, kitten.”