-`quinn´-

the warmth of the air outside hasn't yet bullied you out of bed and each other's arms, the ceiling fan's gentle breeze protects you a little bit longer. his motions start with a little kiss where he's been resting his nose against your neck. then, his hand slightly slides up to brush against your breast before trailing down to touch your stomach, feeling your warm skin under his callused fingers.

all of this doesn't even mean that he's awake and aware yet, keisuke does a lot more when he's half-asleep than you'd expect.

his lazy thumb rubs little circles on your abdomen when you stir, a slight tickle of his skin on yours making your brain slowly wake. he must feel you sigh, a soft breath alerting his half-asleep self to your consciousness that he simply has to take advantage of. it's only natural.

"kei…" you murmur when his hips grind against your ass, only once, followed by a sleepy chuckle from his side of your pillow.

"mornin'." he whispers, stopping his hips but keeping them flush against you. "y'know i gotta tease."

"was gonna say," you yawn, stretching out your legs and feet to a point, "mmm, wasn't enough for you last night?"

he barks out a laugh, short and husky as he refuses to wake up more than this. "fuck no." he teasingly bites the back of your neck before soothing the spot with his lips. "can't ever have enough of my girl…"

you snort in response, though he certainly shows that he means it, grabbing you with his hands like he's worried you'll flutter away from his grasp. he lets out a content little sigh when his hands start moving again, having you shift and adjust just slightly so he can move freely. one hand is already back to touching your breast, not teasing, not pushing for more, just feeling the texture and weight of your flesh in his palm. the other is travelling opposite from it, dipping slightly between your soft thighs.

again, not teasing, not pushing. just a tender touch, nothing more. call it concern after the rough treatment he gave you last night.

"how you feelin'?" he murmurs, voice like the crinkle of leaves on the ground.

you allow him a little more space for his palm between your legs, trusting him not to take it further than the gentle brushes of his thumb against your panties and the warmth of his hand on your inner thigh.

"hm?" you hum in response, because he can tell from the relaxed state of your body and how you seek out his touch that you feel good, albeit tired, and he's not stupid so he knows you're also sore, though not enough to push him away.

"good?"

the rest isn't necessary when you nod, rustling the pillow under your head while your own hands decide to stretch from sleep and travel down the expanse of his forearms, one cupping the back of his palm over your breast, the other gently pinching his wrist where it rests between your thighs.

you're not rushing him, not pushing away, not protesting. a touch for a touch, and that's how it works between you, never leaving any part of each other untouched.

minutes crawl by, passing only with gentle swipes of keisuke's fingers across your skin, his thumb across your panties that you don't even remember putting on. he usually grumbles something about preferring to feel you with nothing on, skin to skin like a kiss even with no lips involved, so you wonder why you've got a pair on you. not that it matters, because his fingers aren't trying to bypass the cotton fabric or hook under the material, this morning is just for gentle caresses.

"you feeling good?" you murmur after a while, finally feeling your throat relax from sleep and get into a steady rhythm of breaths and soft moans.

"free at last." you can feel his lips stretch into a smile by the tone of his voice, there's a relief that you've been waiting to see on his face for about a month since the exams started for him.

it's been a difficult time, keisuke has always struggled with staying focused on anything that's not you or fighting. even though you wouldn't admit it to him, you were worried. a little bit. a small little teeny tiny microscopic bit. but since all he had left for the past week was oral exams, you could sigh in relief, because if there's a way that he could almost guarantee a pass it's with his expert bullshitting skills.

and now he's free. for a few months at least, free from all-nighters and constant writing of complex molecule names on his palms and muttering some tidbits from his anatomy notes when you asked him what he wanted to get for dinner… scary times.

you're happy he went out to celebrate passing the last exam last night, even if that had meant that he would come back late and possibly tipsy. you'd let yourself into his apartment like usual anyway and snuggled up into his t-shirt to fall asleep in his bed, knowing you'd be woken up by his stumbling and cursing when he got back. even better, he managed to slide your t-shirt off and get between your thighs to truly set off the summer holidays right, by having his girl's toes curl against his back while he slams the bed frame against the wall.

and now both your heads are squeezed into one pillow avoiding the start of a too-early morning before it's absolutely necessary to get up and have some caffeine.

you brave a slight movement—even if it causes him to complain—and try to shift out of the spooning position only to feel his hands tighten against you, refusing to let you go.

"oh come on… i'm too comfortable 'gainst your ass." is his reasoning for not letting you roll over, but you want to taste the morning breath on his tongue and finally give his stupid little nose a bite. so you wiggle out of his tight embrace and through some embarrassingly difficult movements manage to face him, once again entangling your legs together and sliding your hands around his waist.

"there." you say with a satisfied smile when you're pressed nose-to-nose with him, inhaling his exhales and making good on your aim of nipping the very tip of his nose with your teeth. he wrinkles it a little in response, only making himself look more adorable.

"what was that for?" keisuke grumbles, not trying to return the gesture… for now.

"being cute. and also i'm proud of you."

he exhales a laugh through his nose, pulling you a little closer to him by your hips, once again travelling the expanse of your upper thigh with his warm hand, the other resting cupped against the swell of your ass.

"you said that last night, too. sounded better while you were moaning." he sounds incredibly proud of himself, for having you unravel for him at a mere shift of his hips like he did last night, and for hearing those words that you couldn't keep out of your mouth then, elated at the success he's worked hard to achieve.

"and i'll say it again."

"and if i make you moan again?" he purrs, nuzzling his nose at your jaw, nudging you to tilt your head up so he can leave gentle little kisses there.

"then i'll moan and whine and say it again and you're gonna deal with it until i tire of being proud of you."

that has him pinch your ass gently, making you yelp and jerk your hips towards his. his hand soothes the spot where he pinched, now only patting it with easy motions of his wrist. you don't think he'll ever tire of the way your body jiggles when he touches you, of holding the flesh that brings him so much joy, be it your ass, thighs, breasts, hips… baji keisuke simply has to have his hands on you.

"you know what gets me…" he begins, voice soft as the morning breeze that thankfully reaches through the open window. the rays of sunshine are creeping closer to where he hid from them, meaning it will soon be time to leave this comfortable bed and begin the day, but until the very last moment you will not unwrap from him.

"what is it?"

"this—" he gently lifts your thigh and pulls it higher on his hip, letting you hook your leg around it, "how i just touch you a little and you react so quickly."

you giggle, bringing your hand higher on his back, tracing the newer, slightly raised scratches you left there. you don't even have to see them, you know where they are and how new just by the way they feel against his warm muscular back.

"that so?" you sigh, caressing him until he shivers from the lightness of your touch. "and how do i react to this?"

"you go so soft." you blush at his words, the corner of your lips lifting as you watch his face still not admit it's morning, eyes closed, relaxed, pressed against the pillow. "like, if i lift your leg you don't even try to tense or move it, you let me… do whatever."

humming is your response, many times he's tested that, positioning you however he decided and you let him do it every time, no questions asked, just letting him move your body. one time, you did the same to him, finding that if you asked, he would also do whatever you instruct. it was a good evening of slow dancing in your kitchen before you went to bed.

"and…" keisuke continues, "i think you're whipped for me."

you scoff, "as are you!"

he doesn't deny it, just keeps sliding his hand up and down your thigh until he slowly rolls you over on your back and props himself up on his elbow, using one deft finger to trace shapes on your front.

"see, you let me do it again."

"why shouldn't i?" you counter, smiling at him as he focuses on the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, with the way your nipples pebble under his touch, with the trail his fingertip leaves behind, a shiver that soaks into your bones.

"i don't mean you shouldn't, it's funny that you just let it happen no matter what."

you just watch him for a while, watch the focused crease on his brow deepen slightly when he touches around your navel, circling it and watching your breath stutter. his touch continues, dipping lower, going over your panties while you try not to lift your hips up, knowing your body would react that way on its own.

"i like the way you touch me." you conclude, making his eyes snap to lock with yours. a grin spreads on his face, those sharp canines poking under his upper lip just enough to make warmth coil in your abdomen.

"oh," he whispers when he feels your tummy tense a little, "looks like someone isn't done with what she had last night…"

"ignore her." you plead, playful as you fold your hands over your sternum, at the same time spreading your thighs a little wider so keisuke has unfettered access to your body. "she doesn't know what she wants."

"she knew she wanted me though, didn't she?" he leans in, leaving a kiss on the swell of your breast, slow as the motions that his fingers make as they move across your clothed pussy, gently touching but not enough to pleasure you, just exploring the reactions this feather-light touch could give him.

"she always wants you." you admit, looking down at his wrist as it disappears between your legs when he switches to touching your inner thigh, grabbing it and squeezing gently, repeatedly. "i'm so in love with you."

keisuke moves to kiss your lips with that, tender but at the same time firm, like he's pressing a seal to an envelope of a love letter, like words can never replace the fire that he ignites in you when he kisses you like that.

"so am i, baby…" he murmurs before another kiss, messy and yet lazy, slow and needy at the same time. "so am i…"

the sun puddle spreads to your side, warming your hair as it lies spread across the pillowcase. your time is running out, quickly falling like sand, quickening the minutes you have left of glorious post-sleep haze that you never want to end. you can almost see the gears turning in his head, the little crease between his brow ever-present but slightly deepening when he thinks about something more intently.

"what are you thinking?" you whisper, watching him raise an eyebrow when he looks at your questioning face.

"we don't need to do anything today."

you blink slowly and hum as you try to shift your brain into gear, switching from thinking about how handsome he is to what your weekend was supposed to look like. "uh… no?"

"nothing at all?" keisuke sits up and dips the bed under his ass, making you grumble as you reach out to hold onto his wrist before he can leave the bed entirely.

"nothing, i think. why?"

he still manages to slip away from your grasp so you grumble, rolling onto your side to watch what the hell he's doing when he rolls out of bed and approaches the window offending you with the sunlight.

"what are you—" you begin before getting distracted by the sight of his muscular back, dotted with bite marks from your pearly whites, scratches from your sharp nails, and bruises from your loving lips sucking on his skin when you'd catch a moment to reach him there. and, fuck, he just looks incredible, he hasn't bothered to put on boxers after fucking you last night, so now you're met with a good view of his ass, immediately making your vision clear from sleepiness so you can actually appreciate it.

keisuke smirks over his shoulder, catching you ogling him but doing absolutely nothing to conceal the features that you're so shamelessly admiring.

"no plans, no sunlight, no leaving the bed." he says it so matter-of-factly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. and maybe months of responsibilities and exams and all the expectations put on both of you have ruined your sense of relaxation, because it almost feels illegal to just give up on getting up. but at the same time…

he makes his way back to bed and crawls under the thin sheet that's covering the tops of your thighs, pretending like you're actually using it as a cover when it's so warm.

the room is once again dark as he shut the blinds, refusing to accept the passage of time and the sun's natural appearance. today exists only in a little bubble for you two, right here, right now, tangled in the sheets and the kisses that he's soon again depositing on your collar bone, neck, jaw, up to your mouth. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close, letting him once more settle between your thighs as you close them around his waist.

he pats his pockets in search of his hair tie, but then vaguely remembers how it snapped while he was fidgeting with it in class earlier that morning. that's fine, though, because he can always twist it around his pencil— oh. well, shit. guess it's going to be a long session of constantly tucking it behind his ear to keep his vision open. you chuckle quietly, keeping a hand over your mouth while he takes out his textbook and a notebook. it's full of squiggles and doodles of random cat faces, full of dog-eared pages and written-in notes, because he's actually been preparing for this. it's admirable how he dives into the assignment head-first. how he's got questions about lectures he didn't quite get or focus in, how you've got his full attention while you explain a few of the most complicated topics, but the furrow in his brows grows deeper the longer you go on, slowly losing focus while you try to keep your voice down and engaging at the same time.

baji is losing the game.

"what was that?" he murmurs, confused, pointing at one of the diagrams you sketched on the blank page of his notebook. frustration grows at the sight of your lowered shoulders and a soft voice that makes him feel like no time is actually passing.

"it's from this paragraph, hang on, we've just covered it." you reach over to flip a few pages, your hand brushing against his while he's desperately trying to focus. your fingers are colder than his, and he nearly curses his body for noticing it so quickly, but it feels so good, refreshing to snap his mind out of whatever spiral was bound to happen, and it shocks him like a splash of water in his face.

"oh… right. sorry." he blinks a few times to shake the frustration with himself, because hating his brain for forgetting something so soon isn't going to help him hand in the stupid assignment by midnight. it's still hours away, but if he doesn't wrap his mind around the topic he's covering by the time the library closes… he's dead meat. it's certainly not helping him that you're leaning so close to flip a few more pages in his textbook.

"no need to be sorry, i know it's a lot." and damn your eyes for looking up at him this way. he must have forgotten how to breathe in that moment, because his chest feels tight, and he barely notices his hair leaving the safety of being tucked behind his ear only to tickle your cheek. you don't move away, though, instead there's a flicker of a smile before you fix your face to be neutral, maybe even a little apologetic.

"it's like my head won't soak up this one specific topic. and of fucking course that's the one i get for my stupid ass assignment." he scoffs, sitting back in the chair, pulling his hair back again, trying to twist it around his finger to at least get it out of the way.

"that was me last year." you turn to face him and pass him a pencil from your bag. baji takes it, thinks for a moment, and then realises you meant for it to replace his snapped one that he's occasionally been subconsciously trying to use to twist his long hair into a bun. "anatomy is the bane of my existence, even now, but somehow i manage to scrape by."

"damn, you're telling me i should've picked someone smarter to help me out?" the smirk on his face earns him a smack on the arm, paired with a playful gasp from your lips. a gasp louder than you wanted, one that has you immediately pressing your hand over your mouth and giggling quietly while his lips stretch into a proper smile, showing off the sharp canines. some of the irritation is melting away, he can feel it, just from being this casual with you and hearing you admit to struggling as well. the girl who has helped him several times already, be it proofreading his paper, or even explaining a particularly complicated lesson. knowing you're imperfect… definitely helps, at least his self-worth.

"dickhead," you respond, lowering the hand from your mouth thinking you should be safe from giggle fits for now, "i should be cashing in these favours, you know? after all, i could be out partying tonight."

"i thought you didn't have plans?" he raises his eyebrow, a small part of his brain trying to hold it together for fear that he's inconveniencing you and you'll hate him, you'll never help him out again, before finally starting to unwind that yarn of self-doubt when your lips tug into a smirk.

"jokes. it's… when a person says something they don't—"

"ooooh here we go, little smartass." he rolls his eyes and leans forward, stopping your clever little words with a strong hand on your arm that gently and slowly pushes you away.

"you make it so easy." you laugh, a little too loudly as you drag your chair back to his. "i think we need a break. we can start typing up everything when we get back, yeah?" with a scratch of the chair on the floor you get up, leaving your things on the desk as his eyes follow you out of the main floor of the library.

and so, his doubt sets in again.

sure, he's been doing fine, but seeing the numbers on the clock get uncomfortably close to closing time, he's starting to feel anxious again. rubbing the heels of his palms against his eyes doesn't cut it anymore, he needs to breathe. so, quickly, he flies out of the chair and lets long strides take him outside.

baji is itching for a fight.

with his fists restless, shoved into his jean pockets, he's practically gulping down mouthfuls of fresh air, taking the advantage of the fact that most students have abandoned studying for the week and gone home, out, or anywhere that's not the massive, towering university library. he'd be jealous, really, if it weren't for the fact that he gets to feast his eyes at least. the best sight in most of his classes, and most likely one of the reasons why he can't pay attention sometimes, sat next to him and explaining the very matter that he missed in class while looking at your focused face. still, it takes immense self-control to stop himself just gawking like a freak and actually use his brain around you. even more self-control now that he let his thoughts wander and feels an uncomfortable pressure of the jeans on his boner.

the sky is darkening, soft orange light giving way to the cool blue of dusk so gentle that it makes the air feel softer around baji's face. there's not that much time left, and if he's hopeful to make the most out of his chance with you, he should really go back inside and get his typing fingers ready. walking back in feels like a punishment in itself to a guy who's used to spending every free moment out with his friends, with the wind whipping around his face. the pencil that's keeping his hair up is slowly falling, so he takes it out, pushing it into his back pocket as he beelines for the staircase. the library building, luckily, has toilets on every floor. usually, most of the desks are taken, and the toilets are either occupied, or missing toilet paper, which is not ideal when you spend most of your day needing a shit and then realise that the floor you chose is cursed. so baji has made it kind of a habit to take the stairs to the basement and try his luck there. not a single time has he been disappointed yet, he suspects not many people know there is a working toilet down there, since the only thing in the basement is some type of a book collection that very few librarians worked on throughout the two years he's been venturing down there. even now, he's not sure there's anyone inside, but still he makes no noise as he walks down the stairs and pushes open the doors to the toilets.

but then, when he emerges from the stall, he nearly collides with you.

"oh fuck sorry!" "oh shit sorry!"

a pause, he takes a moment to look at you, now that you're so close to him again but with no books between you that you're reaching for, with no diagrams he's squinting at.

"so i guess you also know about the hidden gem, huh?" you try to dissolve the tension, turning to the sink to wash your hands. he follows and stands at the one next to you.

"always has toilet paper, never have to wait, nobody to piss me off while i'm in here… it's heaven."

"i was gonna say there's nobody to witness my breakdowns between classes, but sure!" your charming giggle snaps something inside him, the need to do something, the overwhelming echo of your voice in his head almost completely overriding the need to go out and punch someone.

"hah, yeah. that too, i guess." he turns towards you and, before he can stop, finds himself standing right behind you with the intention to reach over and grab some paper towels.

but you don't make a move to leave. baji can see the spark in your eyes reflected in the large mirror in front of you. that annoying boner is once again pressing against his jeans, but now he's much more interested in the soft body in front of him than in anything he could fight. with one hand, he trails the shape of your body, gently resting his palm against your hip and moving upwards, looking down at your reflection, noticing your legs shift as if you're rubbing your thighs together.

"our… things are still out there." you whisper, barely willing your mouth to open. this is hardly the moment you'd want to break, not when every time you met up with baji to help him with an assignment or lesson your eyes betrayed that it took all your might not to stare at him dreamily and forget the academic nature of it all.

"don't care." he all but groans into your ear, lowering his head to brush his lips against the shell of it while his hand slips forward, over the front of your torso and up your chest. baji touches you slowly, listening to your body as you go soft and relax against him, under his attentive hand while it explores the curves he's only been fantasising about thus far. the back of your head rests against his shoulder now, and it takes one quick glance at the mirror to see your eyes closed and face softened into a blissful half-smile, all while your heart thumps faster and harder, threatening to burst out of your rib cage.

you're not only needy, he notices, you're fully letting him take what he wants. it makes him smirk so deviously, sneaking a little bite to your neck in between brushes of his lips against it. the rumble in your throat, a dragged out sweet moan that parts your pouty lips sends a shock down his spine and into his twitching cock. so he gets a little bolder. his hips press forward, against your ass, rubbing just a little to try and alleviate some of the tension as your hips press against the edge of the sink. your lips stretch into a giddy smile, and for a moment he feels like a fly stuck in your trap, like you're the mastermind behind the attraction and the build-up, and god he hopes you keep this up. he can already picture undressing you and taking you right here, right now, just like this, while your neck curves to expose more of the sensitive skin to his teeth, while your one hand grips onto the rim of the sink and the other rests atop his, just like you're doing now. and just like he's losing his goddamn mind, itching to feel just how soft your cunt would feel around him, to hear your gasp in his ear as he fucks you, the dim light above your heads times out, leaving you with the faint warm glow from the hallway outside.

"how long have you wanted this, hm?" baji wonders out loud, whispering into your ear as his hand fumbles with your jeans, unbuttoning and slipping them down, tugging your underwear with them too before he can do the same to himself.

"first day of class." you breathe out, almost chuckling as your face warms up against his neck, a little embarrassed for holding this crush in so long, but he's hardly one to judge you for it, being so damn guilty of it himself. you lean forward only a little, and baji groans at the loss of your soft body against his chest, but damn if it doesn't make it easier to slide your clothes out of the way, fast enough so he can lean against your back. a curse escapes him as his fingers feel how warm your pussy feels around his long digits, how wet in anticipation that just keeps building.

"well then," he murmurs, "guess this is long overdue." finally free of the constraints around his cock, he guides it to your warmth, groaning as his shaft glides along your wet folds. he looks up and finds your gaze in the mirror in front of you, locking eyes as your one hand rests on the tiled wall beside it. "that is… if you still want this?"

and he can tell you hardly trust yourself to speak, because you nod, and only then, with a second of delay as your voice pushes through, respond with a raspy little fuck yes. he doesn't need any more confirmation than that, so with a smooth, quick motion, he slots his tip into your weeping pussy. only the tip, because his eyes shut involuntarily. only the tip, because the noise you make as soon as he's in makes his spine feel like jelly. only the fucking tip because this has been the beginning of all of his fantasies for the past year and a half, from before he grew a pair to ask you for help the second week of classes for fear that you'd think he was an idiot. which he is, sure, but an idiot so down bad for you that once he's trying to fuck you— against the sink in the library toilets, really classy stuff— his knees almost give out. he counts your breaths, two, three, four, and pushes in slowly, the hitch he feels as his lips press against your back almost makes him stop, but he keeps going. all the way in, as far as you let him, until he's balls deep inside you and he can finally lift his head up and meet your eyes in the mirror again.

baji is fucking struggling.

your eyes are like two deep lakes sucking him in, and when they roll back he needs to tighten his hold on your waist, fingertips digging into your skin as he pulls his hips back and brings them forward again, testing out a slow pace with you, thrusting languidly against your ass, trying not to fall into the whirlpool of you. resisting a chuckle, for he never thought he'd do this in the university library, he uses the hand not actively grounding him in this moment to glide under your shirt, high enough to feel the softness of your breast before his hand cups it, holding onto the feeling of your skin against his rough palm. to think these knuckles were itching for a fight only a little earlier, now they're holding your soft flesh, and one little squeeze drags out a moan from your throat so sugary that his hips buck a little faster. now he's chasing the high that he knows is coming, but he's not rushing. he's not taking the feeling of your warmth for granted, because the way you grip his aching cock feels like heaven. your moans are soft like clouds, and god he feels like he's flying when you let out that pretty little whimper.

opening his eyes, baji almost expects the room around you to be steamed up completely with how fucking hot he feels, his skin breathing in your pleasure, the breaths of curses that slip past your lips as if involuntarily, as if you're trying to be a good fucking girl and keep your wits about instead of moaning loudly as he stuffs you full in front of the mirror. oh he wants you to open those shimmering eyes now, to look at how pretty your flushed warm cheeks look while your lips pop open every few seconds to give him another kick in the gut, another harsh thrust of his hips, another squeeze on your breast. and when you do, when your lashes flutter open to see his furrowed brows in the mirror over the warm brown of his eyes, when you lay your eyes on the cocky smirk that reveals his pointy canine, he can feel your entire body shudder under him. your knuckles turn white with how tightly you're gripping that sink, and he loves seeing it. maybe even decides to speed up a little, hip bones snapping against your ass in a musical note so gorgeous that he does it again, again, again, until you're cursing louder now, squeezing his cock with your walls in a way that has him groaning into your ear before he nips your earlobe.

"fuck… next time… next time i wanna have you fully naked… wanna worship your body for hours and kiss every fucking inch of you." he grunts, snapping his hips harder, twitching inside you as he hits the sweetest spot of you, the one that has you whimper and hold on like you're going to topple over and fall into the drain.

"n-next time, huh?" you tease back, looking up into the mirror again, swallowing hard as if you're already picturing that feral smile of his disappearing between your soft thighs before he recites anatomy notes into your pussy. "you a-already know there's a next t-time, yeah?"

"cheeky girl," he groans out, pinching your nipple as you sass him, thrusting into your precious cunt a little harsher, just because he can, "you don't think there will be a next time?"

you're about to answer when the hand that's been on your waist the whole time, holding on like he's only certain of your existence if he's got a hand kneading your flesh, moves around to your front, dipping between those soaked sweet folds, rubbing tight circles on your clit.

"o— oh fuck, yeah… yeah there will be a n-next time. just… just keep doing that." you finally squeeze out, shutting your eyes as your thighs start shaking, your cunt starts seriously contracting, pulsing around his thick, needy cock.

"'s what i thought, right… there, is it?" he hums into your ear, kissing down your neck as his cock hits just right, and you squeak ever so slightly before moaning out, slightly opening your eyes to see how he takes you, desperately, with hands all over you, grabbing you like he owns you, like his fingertips are leaving traces on your skin to be read in the soft light coming from the hallway.

he knows he hit the right spot by how much louder you're getting now, your breaths coming faster, your chest heaving under his rough palm. baji could swear this is what it feels like when the wind starts whipping his hair around his face whenever he starts driving way past the speed limit, when he's a breath away from crashing, living purely in that one moment until the next one comes, and then the next one, and the one after—

and now the moment is between your pretty folds, contracting walls around his cock and he feels like he can't even take a breath, like all there is to feel is you, you, you.

and then the crash has him tumbling, and he thrusts into your pussy harder, he stutters as you tighten and squeal, hitting the tiled wall with your palm as you finish, forcing him to rush after his own orgasm and feel it wash over him like the beam of a headlight, making him shudder and groan and grip and snap and shoot forward and cum, and cum, and cum.

seconds pass like minutes, dragging out while your hearts beat in tandem. baji's forehead rests against your shoulder blade and his hands now touch you a little softer, a little less urgent now that you're coming down from your highs. still, it feels good having you under his palms, he doesn't feel that itch in his knuckles anymore, not after this. not after he got what he's wanted for so long. he slowly pulls out. reluctantly. if only he could stay inside you until he's ready to go again, until he feels you rolling your hips fucking yourself on his cock like he imagines you would. but the clock is ruthless, and he shouldn't assume you have time to waste. cleaning you up feels like a sin when he'd rather watch you grow wetter at the feeling of his release sticking to your folds, rather do it again just to hear your little whine but this time against his ear. but…

"you okay?" he asks with a softer tone in his voice, not the same one that teased the hell out of you or that dragged out all those curses form your throat.

your head nods slowly, and there's an unmistakable smile that stretches your lips, the smile that says this study session has been more productive than any previous one. the smile that baji feels warm his heart dangerously quickly. he helps you with the clothes, holds your hand while you walk up the stairs, and pulls out your chair as you return to your seats. now, his fingers move a little faster across the keyboard, like a shot of caffeine hit his head, and as you read out the notes, he puts them down into the document, neat and concise. his eyes steal snippets of your face, the tells that something happened between you and it's not just his overactive imagination, that you're just as flustered as he is, pretending that the assignment even matters at this point. but you still make sure he finishes it. you even proofread it for him. and as he attaches it to the carefully worded email and presses send, it's like an incredible weight has been lifted.

baji is so fucking whipped.

getting out into the cold air has him walking on clouds, especially as your hand rests in his. he promised you he'd order some food once he has you in his apartment, and the sheer fact that you agreed to come over has him bouncing on the balls of his feet. while you walk towards his place— and he thanks everything holy that chifuyu is actually out doing toman shit— all baji can see are opportunities, all he can feel are the ways in which he will have you surrender, all he can hear are your musings while he imagines how hard he can make you moan. and he intends on starting this research tonight.

having mixed the sauce, he lets you taste it, waiting for your hum of approval before continuing. he never misses, knowing his way around the kitchen from all the times you two have cooked together since moving in, and today is no different. as the steam rises, so does your appetite. he mixes the vegetables and noodles in the pan with one hand while the other is on your thigh, gently holding it as he keeps looking up at you to check the look on your face. he knows you were lying, the act forgotten as soon as your butt landed on the counter and the stove was on, but he always enjoys the way your eyes cover every inch of him, full of appreciation whether you realise it or not. it's the sweetest thing, really, the way he lets you get away with things knowing he'll get to cash them in later, and you'll never say no either. a perfect pair, so smitten with each other even behind the eye rolls, snarky comments, and loud snorts. because there's nobody else that keisuke baji would want to annoy more than you.

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"was it good?" his whisper is crackling in the semi-darkness of the room. the only clue that he has been awake the whole time was the constant movement of his hand across your leg while his head rested on your lap.

"hmm? yeah, you're incredible." with eyes closed, you can feel the position he's lying in. cuddled up to your leg, his body heat comfortable as it spreads up your body. baji's hands usually have a mind of their own, though, and this time is no exception.

"and you're a little liar, aren't you, pretty?" the cheek that's resting against your bare skin pulls up as he smirks. the callused pads of his fingertips slowly glide higher and higher, toying with the hem of your shorts before slipping under the material, making you gasp softly at the feeling and in response to his call out.

"i'm— maybeee…" he won't let you get away with it now, though, after he's already done what you wanted, because now it's his turn to get what he wants. and what he wants is covered by a thin layer of cotton, his destination already closer with every passing second.

"my lying girl…" it's his thumb that touches your clothed pussy first, starts rubbing little slow circles while he nuzzles his cheek against your thigh. instinctively, you part your legs, only enough to feel his touch better. "… if you're feeling sick, then we shouldn't do this…"

baji all but flutters at the way you whine in frustration, the most you'll let yourself plead for him not to stop. "wait no, i'm feeling so much better actually," you quickly add, "your food is like my medicine i guess."

he chuckles and lifts his head to press a soft kiss to the top of your thigh, keeping consistent pressure with his thumb on your clit. the little shocks that go through your entire body are what he aims for, needs to hear you gasping for more as he observes the way your thighs clench, your chest rises and falls with every quickening breath, your lips part to whisper his name — the sweetest sound to ever fall from them.

"might have to switch my major then," he smiles and presses another kiss to your thigh, "'cause i'm so good at healing people, too." tenderly, his index finger moves past the material of your panties and glides over your soft folds, collecting the little bit of wetness before starting to tease your needy hole. a little sigh escapes his lips as you part your legs a bit wider now, a reflex that always lets him know you want him. lines that his lips trail on your skin go up to your hips and keep going, covering you in tender affection while punishing you in the best way.

slowly. so slowly, baji's fingertip pushes into your warm cunt and stays unmoving. not even after you whine for more does he move it. his lips close around your pert nipple after he slowly pulled your shirt up just enough to do this. he hums around it, looking up at you with those warm eyes the colour of bronze. his sweet, lying girl, happy to make up stuff just for him to pay a little extra attention to her, but now he's giving you plenty more attention, and you still want more… he wants to give you more, too, feeling your cunt squeeze his finger like that, like it's demanding for more, damn, he'd give you anything.

folding so quickly, something he'll chastise himself over later, he pushes more of his finger inside of you, cursing when he adds a second and feels you adjust to him. he's straddling your thigh, slowly rubbing his cock against it while stroking your walls with curled fingers, his lips trailing away from your nipple and towards your collar bone.

"l-look…" you start, gasping as his fingers move languidly, curling up into that sweet spot that makes you lift your hips up off the bed. "i was jus' being s-silly—"

"mhm," baji interrupts, kissing your jaw before reaching up to cup your cheek with the hand that's not making you clench your thighs, "save it, baby, you and i both know you don't have to apologise to me." finally, his lips cover yours in a slow, gentle kiss, the sound of lips meeting together echoing in the room.

"kei…" you murmur against the kiss, pressing into another one with eyes closed, blindly reaching for his hair just to run your fingers through his long strands that spill from that messy ponytail. he hums into your lips, kissing you almost lazily while his fingers barely pump in and out of you, pressing into that part of you that always has you wiggling your toes. "come on, please."

"what?" he knows he's being a brat, smirking against your lips and nipping on the bottom one just to make you more frustrated. a strand of his hair tickles your cheek when he leans forward, pressing the heel of his palm on your clit to rub you slowly, still grinding on your thigh.

a little groan escapes him when you clench around his long fingers, almost like your pretty cunt is telling him that's enough playing around, there's something else it needs, and his cock rubbing against your thigh is not helping. in fact, it's making you more impatient, and he's not immune to it either. never has been, when it comes to your sugary moans, your warm pussy that only seems to be satisfied when he's stuffed you full of himself, when he gets rough and wild with you, playfully trying out everything and anything that could come to his mind because he knows you like it too. but something about tonight feels a little more gentle. even though he knows you weren't poorly, he wants to treat you, wants to comfort along a few of his signature jabs.

your brow furrows and he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. his fingers slow down and ultimately stop, pulling out of you and rubbing a few more gentle circles on your clit before he can bring them up to his lips to kiss. your slick covers his lips now, smeared all over his bottom lip as he pops those fingers into his mouth to clean them of you, never once being one to waste perfectly good food. with a rustle of the sheets under you, he slides over your thigh and settles between your legs.

his hands glide along your thighs, warming them up with his palms while he's kissing your soft pout. giving in, that's what he's trying to tell himself isn't happening, but whenever he's trying to make you work for it, beg a little, get to the point of desperately bringing him closer with your legs wrapped around his waist, he folds for you like freshly ironed laundry. with a gentle grip, but warm and secure under his palms, he lifts up your legs to angle you better. the light yelp that falls from your mouth feeds him, spurs him on as his hips grind against yours in a familiar way, in the sweetest dance that you do together.

it's the smoothest of movements, practised to perfection, in which he slides off his boxers and hooks his finger under the waistband of your shorts and panties to rid you of them. now, one step closer to slotting his cock into you, into the most comforting warmth in the world, he's pressing you down into the mattress, his mouth lazily moving over yours, swallowing, devouring your little whimpers, coaxing out more of them as his cock head glides over your clit and teases it even worse than his fingers did just a mere minute earlier.

"this what you wanted?" he groans into your mouth, just before taking it for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate, but still slow. like he's never been in a hurry in his life. like you own him, body and soul, and time stops when he's pressed against you. "didn't wanna go out tonight so we can just stay in doing this?"

your hands find their place in the roots of his hair, tugging, gripping, anchoring you in place as he moves against you, pushing you to lift your hips up and follow his rhythm.

"not quite," you breathe, pulling him closer, devouring the cheeky words that die on the tip of his tongue, "want more—"

"greedy." he smirks and you can feel the corners of his lips tug against your face before he kisses you again, stopping any and all efforts of you trying to speak.

"annoying," your eyes roll so deliciously, slowly and intentionally, the last push he needs to prove you wrong, to make you eat those words that he tastes on your lips, "do you ever shut—"

he's torn between a diabolical grin and a tug on his lip, the way your sweet, warm cunt hugs his cock never fails to make his mind go haywire. one thing that always has him lose it is the very moment when his tip pushes into you. the sweet little inaudible pop that's felt in your bones, the immediate need to slide all the way in until his balls are pressed against your ass, the darling whine that you give up, all of it makes ditching other plans worth it. sure, he may have been itching to go for a long ride with you on his bike and speed past fancy cars while you race with the guys, but the quiet of your room, the feeling of your soft skin under his rough palm, it's better than any adrenaline surge he'd get anywhere else.

"—up…" you exhale, no longer with a cocky smile on your face, no longer trying to cause a reaction in baji, because the reaction is right there — pressed so deep inside you that his hips grind against yours. small, broken moans begin in your throat and end in his, slowly being swallowed by his hungry lips that part yours in repeated kisses, almost making it impossible to imagine a reality where his lips aren't pressed against yours the entire time.

"baby…" he groans, pulling away and pushing in slowly, until there's nowhere else to go and you're clinging to him with your thighs around his waist. "we both know you don't really want me to shut up." the words vibrate against your lips, slipping into your throat like a spoonful of honey and you return the kiss to his cocky mouth, an admission that he's right, one you don't have to say out loud.

"mhm—" the retort dies with another kiss, lazy mouth movements swallowing anything you could say as his hips grind against you. snug like a tight embrace, his thick cock glides into you, pressing its tip against your sweetest spot, the one that makes you curl your toes and dig your heels into the small of baji's back every time, just like now. he lives for it. his shallow breaths against your lips turn into groans, turn into whimpers, collide with your whines, mix into a melody with the rustling of sheets under your back.

noticing how he gives up on teasing you, how his lips press love letters into yours instead, you can't help but giggle. a soft sound, a barely there shudder of your chest under him, and baji could swear he has found heaven. chocolate eyes struggling to stay open, but he needs to take you in. the lines of your face set in an expression of pure bliss, lips slightly parted and kiss-bitten, he can hardly force himself to breathe with how ethereal you look covered in kisses and moonlight, his absolution tasting so sweet as he fucks into you. giving in to the need, his lips dive in for survival on your skin, trailing love along your jaw, down to your neck where he bites to leave his mark. a blooming red flower over a fading yellow one, still wet from his saliva as he leaves another, smaller, just next to that one, making sure he'll be remembered by your skin, the same way that your warm cunt will forever remember him.

barely does he quicken the rolls of his hips when you press your heel into his back again, pulling him in to your own rhythm as you lift your hips off the bed. the shape of you two against the semi-darkness of the room makes baji's mind crackle with electricity, overwhelming his senses with the sight of you taking control of the pace, taking him for yourself, admitting with your movements that he's yours and you're his, and nothing can change it. nothing can erase the confessions made in the dark, witnessed by the universe and sealed with pinky fingers hooked together, lips pressing in a silent agreement. then, just like now, your bodies moving together cast some sort of a spell on him, casting him into an endless pit of utter devotion, to you, to your body, to your soul. enchanting him in every way, calling to him to kiss you again, and again, until your lips can no longer move. and he does, he aligns your lips together so he can steal moan after moan while his thick cock bullies your sopping cunt, at this point sliding in and out of it so much that he's certain it's imprinted on the very essence of you.

"mine," he groans, almost breathlessly, against your lips, teeth baring to bite your bottom lip as he reaches down to lift your leg up, angling his body to go deeper inside you with every thrust of his hips. your hands tremble in his hair, pulling him closer to you like he's leaving, but neither of you can let go of the other.

"yours," you breathe out, tilting your head up to kiss the tip of his nose before he claims your lips again, holding your thigh a little firmer, digging his fingertips into your skin.

"mine." he repeats, a chant, a mantra, incantation to never forget for whom your body cries out the sweetest melodies. your skin is so pliant in his hands, your flesh lets him hold you tight to push your leg down towards the bed, almost desperate to get so deep into you, to feel your pretty cunt flutter around him, to feel you get so high on pleasure that his cock brings you. he finds purpose in your orgasms, feels worthy when you're trying to hold in cries of his name, when your walls are hugging him so tightly that there's no doubt that every part of you loves him.

"yours." a binding confirmation from your bitten lips spurs him on, speeding up as he fucks into you. gently, unlike his preferred methods, because it's a need, not a want, to be buried deep inside you while your body whispers the secrets of the universe for his ears only. his hips hit a little harder, a little more desperately now as the tightness in his abdomen mirrors yours, a tangle of nerves and emotions that threatens to split you in half right there on the messy bed, on the soft sheets warm with your bodies rolling on them.

baji holds onto your leg and takes the other to hook it higher around his waist, pressing down on your body until he knows he's as deep as he can go, until you're folded over like the secret messages he used to leave you under your notebooks. he steals another kiss before biting his own lip, trying to keep his composure until he's dissolved you into a puddle.

"mine." it's more of a growl than a word, a plea to belong, to be told that you're truly his, that this is real. that the heaven under his palms won't go away when he reaches his peak.

"y-yours—" your stuttering voice breaks into a whine, the honey glaze on his warm heart. with curled toes and cramped up legs you tighten around him and grip his hair tighter, finishing with his name on your tongue, his lips on your lips. he follows you there, snapping his quick hips against your skin a few more times before he lets out a deep groan, emptying his pent-up need into your warm and welcoming cunt. he pumps into you a few more times slowly, lazily, making sure you have all of him, and his lips find yours again, dragging out the end for as long as he can.

noses pressed together, your breaths mix on the pillowy lips before they press together slowly. it's so tender, almost like you're afraid the moment will break and swoop away like a pile of ash in the breeze if you move too quickly.

"hmm—" he breaks the silence, stirring as he gently lays his weight on his side and reluctantly pulls out of you.

"shut up for a while longer." you crack a smile, blissed out despite the emptiness you feel at the loss of his cock from within you.

"bossy." baji murmurs, pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest, making sure you can slot your head in the crook of his neck where he can simply tilt his head to plant a kiss to your forehead and you can hear his heartbeat slowing down as he comes down from the high. "you gotta pick a struggle, baby. can't be bossy and a brat."

he only embraces you tighter when you scoff at him, your hands trailing up his back and down, up his arms and down, up his sides, wrapping around him while your eyes close. his hair tickles your nose, the long dark strands escaping that haphazardly tied ponytail that's barely there anymore, the hair tie precariously hanging tied to one singular piece of hair. the traffic outside your window gets quieter the longer you stay like this, the deeper you sink into the comfort of his skin against yours, his limbs tightly entangled with yours.

"you're lucky you're hot." your little jab earns you a tight squeeze, enough to make you chuckle before another kiss lands on your forehead, followed by a wet patch left by baji's playful tongue.

"you're lucky i felt a little sappy for you. won't be that gentle next time."

"we'll see," you sigh, feeling lighter as your mind drifts off, "we'll see."

(A/N): hello there, lovelies!

I have been absolutely looking forward to this comm for quite a long time! I absolutely saw the still from the «bad» by ateez video and I knew what I had to get done.

I feel like this absolutely showcases our relationship and pls know if I am smiling it's because I am swindling a man

as always huge HUGE thank you to @slowpoli! she worked extremely hard to make this happen and she created it so well (obsessed with the color palette and the yearning in the eyes of these men) (AS IT SHOULD BE).