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Waking up with a groan he tries to pull you closer to him, reaching across the bed feeling for you. When he feels it’s empty he immediately gets pouty wondering why you left him. It takes him a bit to realize how good he’s feeling, still groggy with sleep all he feels is something warm and wet on his cock. Bucking his hips into the feeling, he lifts the blanket to find you, his precious s/o, with his dick in your mouth.

Seeing as he was awake now, you tried to smile up at him with your mouth full of him. Quickly pulling back you move to kiss his drooling tip. “Goodmorning kou, you doing alright?” You ask with a cheeky smile before taking his balls in your mouth, sucking and running your tongue all over them, your other hand pumping up and down his entire length, all while staring up at his flushed face. “U-uh huh… fuck, yea I’- ‘m doing good. Great actually- oh fuck baby keep going-” He stutters out, reaching a hand out to stroke your hair. “You- um… how long have you been at this, baby” he asks, moans and grunts interrupting his speech.

“oh just a few minutes– wanted to make you feel good, couldn’t help myself, you just looked so good,” you whisper breathlessly, still pumping his length. Looking up at him with teary eyes, nuzzling into him, kissing and licking from the base to the tip, taking a bit of extra time to focus on his heavy balls. “Wanna make you cum, can I please? Promise you’ll feel so good.” And really how could he ever deny you something like that? His precious angel just wants to make him feel good.

Leaning down, softly caressing your cheek, he pulls you into a sweet kiss, tasting himself on your lips. “How can I say no to you? C’mon sweetheart, show me what you can do. Make me feel good.” He whispers against your lips. Hearing those words you go back to take him in deeper. Feeling him hit the back of your throat, you trace your tongue across his balls at the same time, loving the sounds coming from him.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish, the warmth and wetness of your mouth/ throat feeling far too good for him to hold back. Gripping the back of your head along with your hair, his thrusts turn sloppy, continuously hitting the back of your throat, his moans and groans echoing through the room.

With a few more thrusts he’s spilling all he has down your throat. Struggling to keep everything in, some spills out through the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin but you manage to swallow most of his cum. Pulling away you scoop whatever was left right into your mouth, licking it away. Gasping and out of breath you stare up at him, “did I do good?” You ask, wanting to be sure he liked his morning surprise.

Quickly pulling you up to him making you straddle him he grips your chin and brings you into a short kiss. “Did amazing sweetheart, maybe you should wake me up like that more often don’t you think?” You giggle and start to move over so you can lay comfortably against him.

He doesn’t wanna stop playing with you so he just turns into a blubbering mess, loving the way you feel around his pretty cock. Doesn’t matter if you’re using your hand, mouth, tits, or your pussy, he just loves the way you feel.

Loves it when you hold him and play with his cock while he sucks on your tits, makes him feel like he’s the king of the world. He just gets to feel good while also doing something he loves? He’s all for it.

I believe that while he can be a brat, he just isn’t. He’s always trying to be on his best behavior for you, because he doesn’t like being scolded or making you upset. He is the best boy ever and he loves hearing you say it, praise him, it drives him crazy and makes him so so soft.

He likes it when you let him eat you out, always trying his best to please you. Your sweet words of praise driving him crazy, whining and moaning around your clit, rutting his hips against the bed wanting some kind of friction on his cock.

The way he looks up at you with teary eyes knowing that he can’t get off himself and just needs your help is enough to make you cum. Making a mess on the bed sheets, constant praise leaving your lips about how much of a good boy he is. How he’s doing so well for you, eating you out like it’s his last meal.

Afterwards when you bring him up for a kiss, he’ll start begging for you to let him cum, to help him cum. He’s been a good boy, doesn’t he deserve to feel good too?

Laying back against the headboard you allow him to enter you, you’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm so just the few minutes he’s thrusting into you, trying to get off himself, is more than enough for you to cum again. The tightness of your velvety walls clamping around him is what throws him over the edge, moaning into the crook of your neck where he lays his head, you can feel his cock throbbing and lurching inside you as he empties himself inside.

Not wanting to pull out just yet, you both lay on your sides facing each other; your leg over his hip so you can lay comfortably. Nuzzling into you as you caress his cheek letting him know he’s a good boy and that he did so well for you.

he does feel like a teenager because it doesn’t matter where the two of you are when he decides he wants a taste of you, he knows you get a thrill of possibly getting caught in the act with him. One of his favorite things to do with you is pull you into a public bathroom and just start eating you out while your standing or sitting on the sink.

he knows how to use his tongue. His head game is elite, especially when he hits you with that 2 finger, clit sucking combo. He’ll start circling your entrance with a finger, just watching as you clench around nothing. Softly kissing and lightly licking at your clit, making you whine at how slow he’s being before he starts to actually finger you open, gradually picking up the speed. His pace is unpredictable, sometimes speeding up then slowing down again, he likes keeping you on your toes, not knowing what he’s going to do.

he’ll keep you bent over the sink with your arms held behind you because he knows you won’t be able to keep quiet. His favorite part is knowing people are able to hear you cry in pleasure. Then he’ll lift you up to sit on the sink, making you arch your back as he licks into you, loving the way you taste. His tongue exploring every inch of your gummy walls before he latches on to your swollen little clit, not letting go until he drinks up everything you have to offer.

keep in mind that you’re both still in public and this is all just for fun to him. He’ll make you cum multiple times before his cock goes anywhere near you. He wants you to desperately beg for him to please please fuck you

as soon as you get home he’ll push you up against the wall with a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly because he knows you like it. Kissing and marking his way down your neck, pausing to rip away your little dress then continuing his way down the valley of your chest, stopping to play with your tits. Loving the way they look in his hands, licking a stripe to one of the buds and blowing on it slightly just to watch it stiffen. He does the same thing to the other before moving even lower.

he has an incredible amount of self control because anyone looking at a pussy like yours would have devoured it in an instant. Not him though, he liked looking at it saying it looks so pretty just for him. Loves watching you squirm in embarrassment because of the intense stare he’s giving. He’ll give it a little kiss before standing up and start slowly removing his clothes.

his smile widening at the way you seem entranced by his cock. Lowering you by your shoulders so you’re face to face with his cock. Watching you as you take him in your hands, pumping your hand up and down slowly before giving it a lick from the base to the tip; making him shudder at the feeling. You continue your ministrations when you suddenly feel him practically shove his cock into your mouth, slightly gagging around him at the sudden intrusion.

one of your hands holding onto his hip for balance while the other takes place on his balls, gently massaging them and running your tongue over them while still deep throating him. He’s moaning loudly telling you how amazing you are and how good he’s feeling , keep it up and he won’t be able to last long. So he pulls you off as soon as he feels like he’s ready to bust, you whine and say you’re not done before he’s lifting you up in his arms as if you weigh nothing.

he’s taking you to your shared bedroom and sets you down on the bed where you decide that you want your treat, so you push him down in the bed and get on your knees in front of him, ready to continue your earlier actions. He decides to indulge you so he lets you take hold of him again, this time you latch onto his balls, one hand pumping his length as you focus on the way he’s twitching in your mouth. Moaning around him, you just start licking and sucking on him, desperately wanting his cum. As soon as he tells you he’s about to cum you place his tip in your mouth, one hand at his balls, other hand still pumping his length. Taking all of his cum down your throat, savoring the taste and feeling of it in your mouth before you finally pull off and show him your mouth full of him, swallowing and then showing him your empty mouth. finally pulling you onto the bed, he’s kissing you all over again.

Taking his cock in his hand, pumping it a few more times and running the tip over your slick folds, teasing you and groaning at the feeling. He takes it slow and pushes just the tip inside of you, watching you desperately try to get him fully inside, before he’s slamming inside of you, fully bottoming out. Giving you a chance to get used to him, he’s slightly moving his hips, almost grinding into you before you give him the okay and he starts pounding into you. Hands on your tits playing with your hardened nipples, his mouth on one while he rolls the other with his fingers, all while still slamming into you.

Atsumu had been your best friend for a while now, so long that you couldn’t remember a point that he wasn’t in your life. It hadn’t taken long for you to realise as a child that it was odd to think of Osamu as a brother but not Atsumu. Your feelings grew and evolved over the years, they became something you accepted as if they were an integral part of you, and you only ever flirted with the possibility when you were alone.

You trusted Atsumu, you told him everything and he did the same. He had heard a myriad of horror stories involving your sex life, you spoke openly about those things to each other without judgement. This was definitely much more than toeing the line you had drawn in the sand, you were completely erasing it.

“Yer serious?” He frowns thoughtfully, and your heart speeds up at the prospect of him even considering it. You anxiously take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.

“If you’re ok with—”

“Yes,” he abruptly and loudly interrupts, startling you. Wide eyed you stare back at each other, unblinkingly, for a few moments before you have to look away to hide your laughter.

“That was a little too quick, don’tcha think?” You snort, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. He glares petulantly at you, pink glow flooding across his cheeks to his ears.

“You freely offered to give me a blowjob and yer makin’ digs about my enthusiasm?” He grunts, arms crossing over his chest. His lack of composure about the whole situation leaves you grinning, almost predatorial as you crawl toward where he's sitting and place your hands on his knees. The expression in his eye tells you he's still reserved, still doesn't know if this is a joke or not, just waiting for you to say 'boo' and laugh but you don't. You slip your hands a little further up his toned legs, thankful for his decision to wear loose shorts, your thumbs massaging his inner thighs in circular motion.

“Let me know if you need me to stop,” you murmur gently, indulging yourself thoroughly and squeezing the meat of his glutes, watching on as his gaze grows heady and wanting.

“Unlikely,” he sighs, the exhale stuttered and breathless, slipping a little further down the sofa and spreading his legs wider for you to slip further between them. You huff out a quiet breath of laughter, fingers dancing under the hem of his shorts, smiling when his muscles visibly tense. You slip your hands into the material.

Suddenly, he grabs your wrists to stop you. “Wait,” he rasps, expression nervous as he realises his actions. “Before ya start, can I kiss ya?”

Affection floods through you at his request. You can’t deny that you’re happy he asked, a part of you would be deeply disappointed if this ended up being a detached, casual encounter. Some guys even rule out kissing because it’s ‘too intimate’ for a hook up.

Atsumu isn’t anything like that, though. Before you get the chance to move he’s already leaning forward and looming over you, taking your face into his hands. He kisses you eagerly, drinks you in like he hasn’t had water in days, his tongue smoothly sliding between your parted lips to tentatively explore your mouth. You whine and he groans in response as if the sound had physically caressed him.

Between breaths you try to speak but he chases your mouth, swallows your words, his large warm hands cradling either side of your face. They aren’t forcefully keeping you there, yet you can’t shake yourself of his hold, completely taken by how gratified he is just by kissing you.

“Atsumu,” you complain weakly, feeling his grin widen against your cheek, a puff of laughter through his nose.

“Ok, ok,” he surrenders, voice strained like the act of pulling away from you requires considerable effort on his part. He seems to take a moment to appraise you, you can’t imagine how disheveled you look where you’re knelt between his legs. However bad it might be he’s clearly mystified by it, eyes heavy and unblinking as he repositions his hips for you, leaning against the cushions with his arm outstretched along the back of the sofa.

Now that he’s stopped distracting you the tent in his shorts is glaringly obvious. You cup your hand around his clothed cock, rubbing your palm along the length with a light grip just to get a feel for it, sliding down further to squeeze his balls. His head falls back, adams apple bobbing as he swallows back a whine.

You let go, fingers dancing over the waistline of the shorts, hooking under the material and waiting for his go ahead. His eyes meet yours half lidded with a subtle nod of his head, lifting his hips to give you room to pull them off.

His cock sits curved and hard against his hip below his adonis belt. You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed by how quickly saliva pools beneath your tongue at the sight of it. Like he can read your thoughts you watch his hand slip under his shirt and slide it up to his chest, resting it against his sternum.

Again you run your hands up his inner thighs first and his abdomen flexes under the attention, cock twitching with the movement. He’s gorgeous, a little tan and well kept, the tip blushed pink. Wrapping your fingers around the base you swirl your tongue across the head before taking him into your mouth.

You hollow your cheeks and he exhales harshly as you lift your head, dragging the flat of your tongue along the underside of his cock, your fist following closely behind. One hand remains fisted in his shirt but his other hesitantly moves to thread through your hair and you purr happily around him.

“Fuck,” he quietly chokes. His thighs tighten against your sides when your thumb rubs along his frenulum, pulling a wounded sound from deep in his chest. You glance up, gifted with the image of his reddened chest, heat spreading up his neck to his cheeks, lips agape pink and bitten, eyes glassy and unfocused.

“You sensitive here?” You ask with faux curiosity, smiling at him as he glares at you. He grits his teeth while you continue to circle the pad of your thumb against the delicate band of skin.

Without giving him a chance to answer you lean forward again, wet lips engulfing the tip of his cock into your mouth. You suck, this time tensing your tongue and massaging it against that same spot whilst your hand occupies the rest of his length. He moans, drawn out and wanton, hips slipping a little further down the cushions and rutting helplessly.

“Shit, sorry,” he hisses, eyebrows creased in earnest concentration as he tries to maintain his self-control beneath you, not wanting to get carried away and overstep.

“S’ok,” you murmur, paving kisses up the side of his cock, hand sliding to where his balls sit tighter than before. “Feels good?”

Cupping them firmly while simultaneously taking his cock into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat, he whimpers sinfully and his legs fall further open. “So fucking good,” he chokes, fingers tightening against the crown of your head.

You repeat the motions over and over, jaw loose and throat open for him. You want to make this memorable. The crude wet sound of you fucking him with your mouth alongside the heady, breathless chants of your name have your pussy aching between your legs.

“M’gonna cum,” he mumbles, words slurred together and you barely catch them. You’re thankful for the warning when his hips start canting upwards in stuttered motions, his heavy cock twitching on your tongue.

“Fuck, baby,” his body tenses, folding forward and keeling over you. “You- you’re gonna make me cum—”

You relax your throat as he cums in your mouth, his mouth shaping around a silent sob, breathing steady through your nose and humming contently while he continues to ride the high with shallow thrusts along your tongue. You swallow what you can quickly, and feeling somewhat selfish you keep him in your mouth until he begins to soften.

“Holy shit,” he exasperates in disbelief, appearing to be very much ‘limbless’. You bite your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing, a dangerous warmth sidling itself alongside the pride you feel at having reduced him to such a mess.

“See what you’ve been missing,” you joke cheekily, throat rough. He snorts, still collecting himself, and the hand in your hair slips down tenderly to your cheek, thumb pressing to the corner of your mouth.

“Think ‘ve just been missin’ out on you, actually,” he drawls. You desperately want to kiss him again. You wonder if he’s the type to be bothered by that kind of thing.

“Can…” he stops himself, nervous even after having had his dick in your mouth. “Can I return the favour?”

Oh.

“You don’t need to do that—”

“A’ want to, though,” his thumb gently pulls your lip from between your teeth and smooths over the marks left there. The emotion in his eyes can only be described as desperate, insatiable, and you find you can’t deny him. Or maybe you can’t deny yourself.

He bends to lift you from the carpet, turning to drop you against the cushions and switching positions with you easily. Before getting to his knees he cages you in with his arms resting either side of your shoulders, ducking his head to move his lips fluidly against yours. You hadn’t even needed to ask. Heat rises to the surface of your skin when he tempts your tongue into his mouth, suckling on it with a low hum. You wonder if he can taste himself, if he likes it.

Any tension left in your muscles bleeds out with your pleased exhale as his kisses descend down the curve of your throat to your exposed collar, his hands purposeful and firmly massaging the soft dip of your waist. His fingers tighten their grip around your hips and drag you down so your lower half hangs over the lip of the sofa, thumbs sitting against your hip bones waiting to curl into the fabric of your shorts.

You wriggle your hips toward him, giving an enthusiastic go ahead. He draws them down your thighs with bated breath, sharpened gaze drawn to your pussy. He pushes your thighs up with both hands, folding them closer to your chest, and leans forward to press his face between your legs.

You’re partially surprised by how he starts savouring you with barely there kisses, whimpering under his tongue, languid in it’s strokes against your clit. He inhales deeply, nose nuzzling into you without care for appearances and his eyes peer up through his damp bangs to catch your stare, pupils wide and shining.

He holds your gaze while he slips his tongue inside you, the lewd squelch of the saliva gathering in his cheeks meeting your own wetness, he fucks you with his mouth with a glint of mischief in his expression as if he knows it isn’t enough for you, so good it has you squirming yet still missing that itch. Let me return the favour he’d said, but it sure seemed like this was all for his own enjoyment too.

“Atsumu,” you whine in complaint, pushing back against his hold on your thighs only for them to be pushed tighter to your chest. He sits up for a moment to take you in, lips red and chin soaked.

“Look at you, angel,” he sounds wrecked, looks it to. “Got such a pretty pussy, y’know that?”

“Shut up,” you rasp, mortified by how you feel yourself throbbing needily at his words. You hoped he hadn’t seen but his eyes are drawn back between your legs and he grins, feral, bowing forward to lap at you with more fervour than before. His broad shoulders hunch forward as his hands begin to flock across your body, stopping to grope every curve, no part of you left untouched. He takes your clit back between his lips, tantalising and softly rolling the tip of his tongue against you.

Thighs clamped helplessly around his head, hands dashing into his light coloured hair, your pussy pulses as you squirm with sensitivity. Disjointed curses tumble from your mouth, jumbling together the tighter the spring coils, accompanied by the pleased rumblings of your best friend as he devours you.

“Fuck, ‘Tsumu,” you gasp, the warning rushed and pitched. A moan catches awkwardly in your throat and your back arches, with hands still fisted into his hair you press him roughly to your pussy as your orgasm washes over you and he groans, completely unshaken and relishing the taste.

It becomes obvious that he doesn’t want to stop and you hips jump under his eager ministrations, already tender from all the attention.

“Off, off,” you hiss, heels of your feet digging into his back and making him wince. He pulls off you with an exaggerated pop, face beaming and covered in your cum.

“Sorry,” he laughs sheepishly. “Got carried away with ya”.

“No kiddin’,” you breathe, unable to bite back your own satiated smile. He observes you thoughtfully before leaning up to press your chests together so he is practically laid on top of you, tucking his face under your chin. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, dutifully ignoring the damp patch that is seeping further into the sofa cushions.

“So you’re the cuddly type, huh?” You muse, rubbing your cheek to the crown of his head. “Not usually,” he mumbles. Your heart soars at the implication.

“Just with me then?”

“Just with you”.