No.9

your eyes widen with surprise, mouth agape and when he lines one of his cocks to your entrance, pushing gently at first, you can’t help but audibly gasp. one pair of hands hold your ankles aaginst sukuna’s shoulders whilst the other settle on your outer thighs as he slowly eases the remaining of his cock into you.

“sukuna!” you gasp once again when he’s buried his whole length in you, suddenly realising he hadn’t bother to place any towels down. “i’ll make a mess on the bedsheets…”

“it can be cleaned up, sweetheart.” he coos, leaning down and one hand moves from your ankle to your calf, sharp nails drawing against your soft skin as one leg rest on his forearm. the other still held close to his shoulder by the ankle.

you moan as his other cock rubs against your clit, the feeling euphoric and you relax a little, trying to enjoy the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you. you close your eyes, soaking in the blissful feeling with sukuna hovering over your upper body.

when he moves his grip from your thighs to your your hips, elevating them from the mattress and tilting them just enough so his tip hits deeper, you moan. hands clawing at his forearms as the head of his cock kisses your cervix and you arch you back off the bed, whimpering his name.

he maintains his thrusts, the lewd wet houses filling the room accompanied with your gasping. it’s not long before you can feel your orgasm build up and he can tell by the what your thighs shiver against his lower torso.

“coming already?” a hint of disappointment is present in his tone and you hum, eyes squeezed shut.

“ah- ‘kuna, don’t-don’t stop.” one of your hands moves up to squeeze your chest over your top but he’s quick to swat it away, freeing your ankles from his grasp. replacing your hand with his own once he’s pushed your top up, revealing your bare chest. he palms your nipples.

you arch into his touch, enjoying ever moment of his touch and the hot knot in your abdomen tightens and tightens until-

“ahh- fuuuck..” you moan, walls clamping down around his length and you squirm against his hold as the orgasm washes over you.

sukuna doesn’t stop his thrusts until he’s hit his own high, holding your hips firmly as he filled you up with his load, a deep grunt erupting from his throat.

“feel better, brat?” he asks once you’re somewhat back from cloud nine, a small smile on your lips at you look up at him.

you chuckle before tugging at his arms making him lean down before you plant a kiss on his lips. “yeah..”

It's still the same Tetsuro, tall with a lazy grin that stretches his lips when he sees you. But his hair? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine and you’ve never doubted Kuroo’s attractiveness before but something about the wolf cut he got, has your heart racing at F1 speeds.

It’s beautiful; cut into layers that frame his face perfectly, parted down the middle, longer in the back, and then the few pieces that fall into his eyes.

Oh, this was going to drive you crazy.

The desire to run your fingers through it already starts to form in your mind. You push them down for now and walk towards him, meeting him halfway and he embraces you in a bear hug. You breathe in the familiar scent of his cologne and sneak a touch at the hair at the nape of his neck. Kuroo's hands caress your waist and he soaks in the feeling of being at the receiving end of your gentle touch.

You pull away and you catch the way his eyes settle on your lips for a second. It was fast, gone as quick as it came and you watch his attention divert when Mika greets him, and he offers her a small hug. You both point out his hair and his smile morphs into a shy one.

“Does it look okay?” He runs his hand through it and you watch the way his muscles flex. His shirt rises slightly exposing the band of his boxers, and you have to rip your eyes away when Mika elbows you discreetly.

You clear your throat, trying to cover up your wandering eyes. “It looks amazing, Tetsuu. It really suits you.”

He beams at the compliment and you swear his chest puffs up a little with pride. Mika agrees too and Kuroo wears that little cocky smile you're used to seeing when more than one person praises him.

The three of you start to walk out of the station, falling into easy conversation and Kuroo mentions that he wanted to try something new and that led to him telling the hair stylist to do what they thought would look best.

You have to find that hairstylist and send them a fruit basket or something. They knew exactly what they were doing.

When you get halfway between the station and your apartment, Mika hugs you goodbye and before she pulls away, she whispers in your ear.

“At least wait till you get home before you rip his clothes off.”

“I’m saving the video.” You give her the sweetest smile and her face is full of panic. You don’t even let her start her usual ass-kissing and tell her goodbye. You usher Kuroo towards the crosswalk and he tells her bye with a look over his shoulder.

Mika’s shoulders slump in defeat as she walks in the opposite direction to her apartment, and you giggle at the loud sigh she lets out.

“What’s wrong with her?” Kuroo asks as you cross the street.

“Nothing, she’s just dramatic.”

The two of you walk in comfortable silence and you steal glances at the man. Your brain is buzzing with thoughts and some of them aren’t so innocent. You start to wonder how permanent that “one-time thing” is. And it’s not only the haircut, it's him. You missed him in a way you know wasn’t friendly and it only gets harder by the day.

Tetsuro can feel your eyes and the tips of his ears turn pink, your attention is making him nervous. Truth be told, you were right about two weeks being a long time. His heart yearned to be near yours and every time he closed his eyes, he only saw you. It was eating at him and he wishes he could go back to that conversation and pour his heart out instead, but the past is the past and you can’t change it.

The dark-haired man turns his head, catching you in your not-so-subtle stares. You quickly look ahead of you, pretending to be fascinated by street signs you’ve seen a million times.

“Are your parents coming tomorrow?”

You shake your head, “No, they’re coming on graduation day.”

Kuroo rubs the back of his neck, pink peppering across the bridge of his nose and the apple of his cheeks.

“Do you want to go to dinner?”

You tilt your head at his nervous demeanor, but your words come out airy, “Yeah, we can go to the place near my house?”

His eyes are stuck on the pavement, “Actually, I made a reservation.”

“You made a reservation?” You say slowly.

It’s not completely unbelievable but something about the way he’s acting is causing confusion and suspicion to stir within you.

Kuroo pouts, his voice bashful, “I wanted to do something nice for your graduation dinner.”

You wrap your arm around his and lead him into the elevator. There’s a silly smile on your face because you can’t help but think that his behavior is so adorable. It’s a side of him people didn’t see often, Kuroo was normally calm and collected, occasionally teasing others and successfully aggravating them.

However, there were moments (often around you) where that would disappear. And he became sentimental and looking to please; where he wanted nothing more to make sure the other person knew how much he cared and how important their life was.

It’s something you love about him.

You press the button for the fourth floor and humor him, “Okay, what restaurant?”

“Hiramatsu.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, “Tetsuu, that place is expensive!”

You’re both still technically university students, so money isn’t exactly in abundance right now.

“Expensive and fancy,” He grabs your key, unlocking the door, “So don’t embarrass me and wear something nice.”

You hit him in the back of the head and he yelps.

“I always look good. You on the other hand…”

Your eyes scan him and you make a face of disapproval, like his personal style choice offends you. You’re lying of course, he looks good but you can’t let him win.

Except he’s looking at you with this smug grin, like he knows something you don’t.

“Never said you were ugly, angel. Trust me I know how pretty you are, with and without clothes. Wanna make sure other people know too.”

Your body heats up; the pet name and the implication of his words is causing your brain to malfunction. The two of you haven’t made any jokes or even mentioned that night since it happened, and now he decides this is the time?

And to push your buttons even further, he shrugs and adds, “That’s why I said to wear something nice, you can’t exactly go out naked, can you? You would be charged with indecent exposure and I can’t be associated with a criminal.”

Then Kuroo is brushing past you and heading towards your room and it takes a few seconds before you’re trailing behind him, telling him he’s such a dirty-minded individual and Tetsuro laughs it off, enjoying your flustered state.

“If you’re just having dinner with a friend, why is the outfit so important? You look good in all of them.”

You huff out, “Mika, I’m going to hang up on you.”

She shrugs, “You’re the one who called me.”

“Whatever.”

“Since you wanna be so difficult and if you need my opinion that bad, I say wear the red one and make sure you put your hair up because it has a low back.”

“You’re so right.”

“What would you do without me?”

“Probably be happy.”

“Girl boo. You’re not funny.”

You step into the red floor length gown, pulling it up and that’s when you realize you cant get the zipper on your own. And the only person here to help was the man that was causing all these conflicting feelings in the first place.

“Fuck.”

Mika perks up, “What?’

And you turn your head to the side, through pouty lips you grumble out, “I can’t zip myself up.”

Her expression is flat but there’s a teasing glint in her eyes, “Hmm. I wonder who you’re gonna have to ask.”

“I really do not like you right now.”

“Its karma for you saving that video of me.”

Before you can even come up with something clever to say, she hangs up with a quick, “better ask him soon or y’all will be late.”

You let out a deep sigh and check yourself in the mirror before going out to the living room to ask for help, but as you’re doing so you stop and study your reflection.

Your body language is identical to when you go out on dates. Everything right down to the jittery nerves is exactly the same, and a thought passes through your head.

Is this a date?

But, it can’t be. Like Mika said it’s dinner with a friend, in fact it’s your celebratory graduation dinner. So where would a date fit into this?

But it could be. Tetsuro made a reservation at a restaurant that is way out of a college student’s budget, you’re dressed to the nines, and you like him.

But it’s not. Your best friend is tenderhearted and he does these kinds of things because that’s who he is. Kuroo cares and he’s sweet about it, he goes out of his way to show his friends they mean a lot to him and their wins are his wins. And this is just one of the ways he chooses to do so.

Your feet softly pad against the carpet and your face to face with the man who’s responsible for all your conflicting thoughts. And now you’re having even more.

“Um.. could you zip me up please?”

Tetsuro's eyes land on you and every cell in his body reacts. You look divine. You’ve been beautiful since the first day he met you but there’s times where he has to step back and marvel at what could only be described as a heavenly gift. The way your dress hugs in places his hands have worshiped and the beading looks like star fragments desperately clinging to the one they love most.

And your face, a face he’s seen a million times but can never grow tired of. Kuroo wants to cradle it in his hands and speak in a way that robs poets of their jobs. He wants to see his reflection in your eyes, that way he knows his love is getting captured by your pupils.

After what seems like a lifetime, he replies.

“Of course.”

He grabs the zipper, his eyes drink in the smooth skin on your back. It’s taking every ounce of strength he has not to pepper kisses down your spine. And well for you, its taking everything in you not to react to the feeling of his fingertips slowly touching you.

You know its just a zipper but it feels like so much more.

The tension in the air is thick and you don’t know what to do, so you fall into familiarity.

You turn around to face him, “I hope this saves you from embarrassment.”

Tetsuro takes your hands into his, his tone is breathy in a way that makes your heart flutter.

“You could never embarrass me.” His face starts to heat up, looking at you is disastrous for his heart and mind.

“Why are you so pretty? Why do you do this to me?” He’s whispering, soft and gentle. And it’s touching your heart; why can’t he be yours?

The taxi honks pulling the both of you this moment and Tetsu waits until you put your heels on before opening the front door. And when you get downstairs to the taxi, he opens that door too, waiting until you’re fully seated and buckled in before closing the door. He enters on the other side and politely informs the driver of the destination. It’s not a long car drive but the subtle glances, hands brushing against each other, and knees touching ever so slightly, are enough to make time move slowly.

You’re riding a high that reminds you of a teenager on their first date. Everything causes heart palpitations and you’re overly aware. But you tell yourself that it isn’t a date and that all the feelings you’re having are unnecessary; as Tetsuro said, he only wants to do something nice for your graduation dinner.

Kuroo pays the driver and hurries out to open your door for you; you thank him and he offers his arm to stabilize you on the cobblestone pathway.

Once inside, he talks to the hostess and then she’s leading you to your seat. The restaurant is straight out of a movie; soft lighting, decorated tables, and piano music drifting through the air. You’ve always wanted to experience a place like this, you’ve always wanted to feel like the lead in a romance movie and someone is finally giving you the chance.

You peek at him over the menu; your eyes study his dark eyelashes, the slope of his nose, the pink of his lips.

If eleven-year-old you could see this right now, she would probably throw up out of disgust. You remember how much you hated being romantically lumped in with Tetsuro.

And now, you sit across from him with hearts in your eyes and cupid’s arrow shot right through your chest.

“What are you getting?”

“Huh?” Kuroo gives you a few seconds to process his question instead of repeating himself.

“I was thinking maybe the scallops or the pasta.”

“I was thinking the scallops actually, if you want to get the pasta?”

You frown a little bit, he always does this. Anytime you can’t pick between two different dishes, he always just orders one of them and pretends not to notice when you eat off his plate. It’s sweet but you always wonder if he’s been forcing himself to eat things he doesn’t want for your sake. And whenever you bring it up, he dismisses it saying it’s not that serious and the two of you just like the same things.

The waiter comes around taking your orders and the menus, and you’re left with nothing to distract you from the feeling of being hyper aware of each other’s presence. It’s like something out of those shitty movies you made Tetsuro watch whenever it rained. And no matter how much he complained, he was always so much more invested in you; screaming at the tv about how oblivious the two main characters were and what was taking them so long to confess their love for each other.

Little did he know that foreshadowing was one of the universe’s favorite pastimes.

“Before I forget,” He rummages through the inner pocket of the jacket he had long shed, “This is for you.”

You didn’t miss the way his face and neck turned a romantic shade of pink or the way his hand trembled ever so slightly as he handed over the perfectly wrapped gift.

In less than three seconds you’ve ripped through the meticulous wrapping and when you open the brown leather book, your eyes begin to resemble the glasses on the table.

You flip through the book seeing all the first day of school photos your mom forced the two of you to take. There are photos of Halloweens, Christmases, and everything in between. You don’t even remember the camera being out for half of these. Most of the album consisted of candids and it was like seeing the relationship between the two of you from an outside perspective, and you wondered if you always looked this adorable to other people.

“Where did you get all these pictures? I don’t even remember taking some of these.”

“I spent a few hours digging through your attic back at home. Your mom helped me a bit, after she lectured me for almost an hour about not coming over for the last two years.”

“Imagine being her daughter and instead of asking me about me, she asks about you! I swear she loves you more than she loves me. But I love it so much, Tetsu. Thank you so much.”

You smile at him and you want to say you love him too, it’s right there at the tip of your tongue but the pictures of your childhood are just more physical evidence of your everlasting friendship and the risk is starting to outweigh the reward in your mind.

“And one more thing.”

You raise an eyebrow, “One more thing? I’m starting to feel spoiled.”

Kuroo grows visibly more nervous, he doesn’t know how you’ll take this. 10 years of friendship and you've exchanged a fair share of sentimental gifts but this seems almost romantic.

It’s definitely the scene he set up, and it wasn’t something he left up to chance. If there was one thing that boy is, it’s intentional. It’s not by coincidence that the restaurant looked like something out of your romantic fantasies; Tetsuro has known you since you were both 11, he knows you like he knows his own name. And he knows exactly what he’s trying to do.

He wants to be with you. Not only in the way your bodies connected a few weeks ago.

Kuroo Tetsuro wants to be your boyfriend.

And he has amazing memory.

He doesn’t quite remember if it was a school trip or a joint family vacation but he does remember being in Hokkaido with you, and how you pulled him through a jewelry shop, your hand in his showing him everything with such a sparkle in your eye, he thought if that’s what stars looked like up close. After you made him stop and look at every single piece, you made a comment that stuck with 15 year old Kuroo:

“I think whoever loves me in the future will come here and get me something. And not even because it’s expensive, it just means they listened and remembered.”

He pulls out a small velvet jewelry box and your eyes go wide at the logo.

“Tetsu, you didn’t.”

“I did and I know you want to open it.”

And there you sat at dinner with a brand new custom necklace. Tears fall gently as you examine the gold necklace; its chain is dainty but the pendant that sat in the middle is what really took your breath away.

A water lily with small pink stones inside to resemble the pistil of the flower. The details were so intricate, you could only imagine how long it took her to make this and you don’t even want to know how much it cost him.

“This is beautiful, why did- I don’t even know what to say right now.”

“Thank you, Tetsu you’re the best boyf- best friend ever’ works, you know.” His ears are the same shade as the gems in the pendant and his heart is racing at a speed that cannot be safe. But none of that matters because the look on your face is worth whatever embarrassment or nervousness he’s feeling.

You want to say something so desperately it burns at the back of your throat, but the words don’t seem to form. You feel like no words could properly describe your gratitude, appreciation, and love. This boy does something to you that only the gods could comprehend.

And before you could quell that burning feeling and figure out what to say, plates are set on the table and everything is lost in the delicious aroma of the food in front of you.

Dinner flew by in a dreamy blur; between every bite, every small comment or silly joke, and glance at the velvet box, both of you could feel a sort of simmering electricity. It's as if all the words you left unsaid and emotions left unaddressed had been converted into energy, and it only got stronger the longer it was left untouched.

You unlock your front door and walk to your room with Kuroo following right behind. When you hear the soft click of the door closing, you wrap your arms around him. He stiffens slightly out of shock before relaxing into the embrace.

“I don’t know how to thank you, Tetsuu. I just- I don’t know what to say, honestly.” Your voice is muffled by his chest but it doesn’t matter, nothing you say would ever escape him.

His hands rub small circles into your lower back before he pulls away slightly and looks down at you.

“You don’t have to say anything, I already know.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the box, his eyes scanning your neck, “Can I put it on you?”

You reply with a quick nod before turning around for him. You hear him behind you fiddling with necklace clasp and he curses then mutters a quick “sorry, accidentally dropped it.” A few seconds later, his fingertips graze your collarbones and you suck in a sharp breath, the sensation causes your stomach to stir.

This is too intimate, everything from the taxi ride to this moment has done disastrous things to your heart. But you’re not exactly complaining, you like the feeling even if it is tearing you apart slowly.

“All done.”

You walk towards your mirror so you can get a closer look. And as you admire the way the gold makes your skin glow, you lock eyes with your best friend’s through the reflection. Your smile beams so bright that Kuroo wants to comment that it puts the necklace to shame; instead he smiles back biting his tongue.

“I really love it, its so pretty.”

He lets out a breath, half joking ,“Good, because this would be awkward if you hated it.”

“Come onnn, you know I wouldn’t say anything if I didn’t like it.”

There’s a short pause before you simultaneously say:

“Yeah you would.”

“I definitely would.”

You both burst out laughing, admittedly you don’t have the best poker face or mouth for that matter. You were never ungrateful for gifts but anyone within a 10 mile radius would be able to tell if you didn’t like something.

A yawn rips through you like a tidal wave and while you want this night to go on forever your body is not able to keep up.

“You can’t hang.” Kuroo teases.

“Oh shut up. I’ve been up forever, you at least got to sleep in.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“I’m gonna punch you.”

He taps his cheek as an invitation, his eyes full of mischief and when you ignore him opting to head to the bathroom instead, he smiles likes he’s won some grand prize.

“I knew you wouldn’t…. Pussy.”

A few seconds later, a lotion bottle flies through the air narrowly missing the boy’s head.

“Do not piss me off.”

“But it brings me so much joy.”

The sun hasn’t even fully clocked in and you’re already up, preparing to walk across the stage. Your body buzzes with equal parts excitement and anxiety, it’s a lot of change packed into one, two-hour ceremony.

You glance over at Kuroo’s sleeping form from your vanity, admiring the steady rise and fall of his chest and slightly parted lips. You have no clue what was going through his head when he gifted you the necklace last night. You had so many questions but the one at the forefront of your mind was, “What does this mean?”

You’re not completely clueless, you know your friendship or at least both of your feelings around it is starting to evolve but you don’t know what stage this is. You’re stuck in uncharted territory— limbo, and you struggling to figure out which way is north.

Testuro’s gruff voice cuts through your inner monologue “Mornin’.”

“Oh, look who finally decided to open his eyes.”

He walks towards the bathroom, mumbling something about how it’s too early to even think of a reply.

You let out a quiet giggle, sometimes he gets so grumpy in the morning. You can hear him rummaging around, presumably for his toothbrush, and you take this time to put on your dress, thanking god this one has a side zipper so you didn’t have to ask for help again.

You lean on the bathroom doorframe for stability as you put on your heels, faltering a bit when you catch of his bare back as he takes his shirt off, “Do you know where my family is sitting?”

“Yeah, your sister texted me last night to let me know.”

“Okay, also please, I’m literally begging you to make sure my dad gets good pictures of me. You know how he is.”

Kuroo turns to face you, wanting to let you know there’s nothing for you to worry about but instead a soft compliment falls from his lips.

“You look like an angel.”

Your face burns, the way he’s looking at you even the way his mouth softly formed the letters in each of those words puts a few love poems to shame.

You tug on the hem of your dress, and respond with an equally soft “thanks.”

And even if you look like the epitome of something most holy, Tetsuro’s mind runs with thoughts that are anything but. He thinks about how easy it would be to run his hand up thighs and push up your dress, how easy it would be to press your knees into your chest and-

“-ka is here.”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

You grab your cap and gown, “Mika is here, so I have to go." You give him a quick wave bye and let him know you’ll make sure to text when you’re safely seated.

He glances down and his face turns a beet red, and suddenly it seems like the perfect morning for an ice cold shower.

The Department Chair finishes up their opening remarks, and your left leg begins to bounce in anticipation. You and Mika were within the first group students who would across that stage, courtesy to many sleepless nights and rigorous coursework which granted you the privilege of graduating with honors.

Your row is ushered towards the stage and you watch as your best friend walks across the stage, and the loud cheers of her family bring you immense joy because you know how much she missed them.

“Y/L/N, Y/N. Summa cum laude.”

The announcer can barely finish your name before your family starts screaming, and your smile is so wide your cheeks hurt. Support from the ones you love most is what keeps the flames alive in your soul, even if you can do it all yourself there is something so precious about remembering there are people who will always stand behind you.

Closing remarks are made and you hug Mika so tightly, you fear you’ll snap each other’s spines in half. Your older sister calls you, letting you know where everyone was waiting and as you follow her directions, you spot a very familiar head of raven-colored hair.

And the second his eyes land on you, he is sprinting towards you that you don’t even have time to register the moment your feet leave the ground, but you do feel the small spin he does with you in his arms and you let out laugh so adorable, the cup that sits in his heart begins to overflow.

“I’m so proud of you.” His smile is so delicate like if he looked at you any longer, tears would soon began to fall.

“Thank you, Tetsuu.”

“Don’t hog her all for yourself, Tetsuro. Being in love with her is no excuse.”

Kuroo’s entire face flames a shade of red you didn’t even think was possible. “Grandpa!”

But you’re too shocked to even register what the older man said, you’re just stuck on the fact that Kuroo’s family is here too.

“Y’all came.”

The boy’s older sister pulls you into hug, “Girl, you know you’re family.”

And when you see the tears not only on your parents’ face but his dad’s and grandma’s face, you break down into tears as well.

Being loved is such a wonderful feeling.

You realize you’ve gone a minute too long without a response, so you put on your most dazzling smile and introduce yourself in return. And Semi admires the way the soft curves of your nose scrunch up when you smile and the small dimple that appears right above the corner of your lips.

“Let me know if you need anything, I’ll try my best to help.”

“Is that offer available right away? I need help getting to the copy room.”

A whole two months speed past and the two of you have grown closer. It wasn’t only the proximity that pushed you together, but you found out you share similar tastes in food, music, and humor.

It all started when you were eating lunch together and the conversation evolved into some playful argument about the best song on SZA’s CTRL.

“It’s most definitely Pretty Little Birds or Prom.” You say, your arms crossed over your chest in defense.

“No.” Semi sounds resolute in his stance.

“No?”

“It's Doves In The Wind and Broken Clocks.”

“You're very wrong first of all. Look, I’ll give you Doves In The Wind but it's Prom over Broken Clocks.”

“How are you gonna tell me? Someone who makes music, which song is better?”

“I just did.” You state matter-of-factly, “And just because you make music doesn’t mean you’re the absolute album critic or something.”

Eita sets down his chopsticks, leaning back in his chair with a small smirk on his face. One that is almost arrogant, one that tells you that he knows too much about a certain subject. But you won’t let his very attractive expression sway you, music is subjective meaning that you’ll always be right.

“I think it does. I look at it from a musician’s perspective, so it’s different.”

You roll your eyes, he’s incredibly annoying. “And so? How does that make you right?”

Before he can think it over, it already starts to escape his lips. “A broken clock is right twice a day, you know.”

Silence befalls the both of you, you look at him and the tips of his ear start to heat up.

“Sorry, bad jok-”

You giggle, hand flying to your mouth in slight disbelief. There was something about the corniness of the joke that made it even funnier.

The ash-blond boy’s embarrassment starts to melt away as you continue to giggle. He was used to people sighing at his horrible jokes, but here you are, laughing so adorably as tears start to well up in your eyes. All he can do is soak it all in and try to sear this image into his mind.

“You’re so stupid, Semi.” You say lightheartedly, eyes twinkling due to the tears.

His face hosts a grin- the pretty, genuine kind. The kind that makes you suck in a breath and admire the apple of his cheeks and the crinkles on the outer corner of his eyes. One that turns the cold tile into plush carpet and makes the room feel warm and cozy.

“Stupid and right.” He replies, chest puffing with pride.

“Only one of those is correct and we both know which one.”

One dumb joke later and somehow the two of you fell into this tradition of exchanging them every day. It’s something you look forward to each day amidst the mundane work. Sometimes you write them on Post-it notes and stick them to the other’s monitor. Or whisper to each other in passing and struggle to hold in your obnoxious laughter.

And other times, a rare occasion would occur where the joke’s delivery contained flirtatious undertones. It would stun the other person but was quickly met with the same sort of energy. Then a new tradition emerged where Semi starts your morning or ends your day with a new pickup line. A few were corny and the others undeniably smooth but it starts to do something to your heart. Or rather it brought out feelings already brewing beneath the surface.

Your morning started off okay, the high winds evident in your slightly disheveled clothing. You flash your coworkers the usual “good morning” smile before heading to your desk. Immediately your eyes are drawn to the neon orange sticky note, covered in very familiar handwriting.

Are you a secret? Because I don’t think I can share you.

You peek over the partition, beaming and giddy, ready to share your own response. But to your dismay, the man of the hour was missing from his desk so instead, you grab a sticky note of your own and quickly scribble out your line before he returns.

Why hasn’t Spotify named you this week’s hottest single yet?

When Eita finally returns, he spots the hot pink sticky note and laughs quietly. He had to top that tomorrow otherwise you would rub in his face how you beat him for the week. And as much as he loves this little game the two of you play, he wishes you would realize the hidden seriousness behind his words. That his feelings weren’t a joke or some pick-up line that made you let out the most beautiful laugh. That this was his way of subtly confessing to you but maybe subtle isn’t enough anymore.

The week passes on and the creativity has impressed you each and every time. And dare you admit that he’s got you beat for the week.

My mom told me that life was a deck of cards, so you must be the queen of hearts.

I wonder why astronauts need to go to space just to see the world 'cause I can see mine by just looking at you.

Here’s fifty dollars, I got pulled over and the cop said I had to pay the “fine.”

“You’re” and “your” are two different words because “you’re” mine and I’m “yours.”

Oh to be his, you start to think after that last one. You start thinking about witnessing his smile at twilight under the dim light of your living room lamp or listening to his sleepy voice over the phone. You wonder what his embrace feels like or if he’ll hold your face or waist when he kisses you. You daydream about all sorts of things when it comes to him because this little thing has turned into a full-blown crush.

Then you hit the lull of any office job: the hour before lunch on a Friday afternoon. You sigh, rubbing your eyes and sliding back in your desk chair. Semi does the same except he turns to face you and you tilt your head in expectation. And there’s a particular feeling he gets wherever you look at him, one he can only describe as watching the petals of cherry blossoms fall in the moonlight. That innocent feeling of enjoying such a beautiful part of nature, one that he can only relate to you. An innocent hammering of the heart when you get too close or when you say his name in between giggles.

That simple feeling a certain god thrives off of because it stems from words that come from the playful part of the heart.

“I forgot to tell you something this morning, but I think I saw your soulmate.”

“How would you know who my soulmate is, Semi?” You ask, a ghost of a smile flitting across your lips.

Semi shrugs his shoulders, trying his best to suppress his own grin. “I walked into my bathroom this morning and he was staring back at me in the mirror. So I think you should trust me.”

“That was a good one, how did you come up with that?” You chuckle, your earlier fatigue starting to dissipate from your body.

“It just came to me, I told you I’m good at this.”

“And yet, still no girlfriend.” You tsk.

“I’m working on it.” He says, his eyes locking with yours.

“Mhmm” You hum, breaking eye contact and opting to look at a spot on your tights instead. You don’t know if he’s insinuating that it's you and even if he is, the two of you have gotten to the point where you can’t tell if the flirting is a joke or not. And that’s enough to keep your hopes at bay because you refuse to be heartbroken over an office crush.

Eita wants to say something, scream it even. He wants to tell you that he means you, that when it comes to his heart it's always yours but how does one go about telling you? Especially when such a big part of your relationship revolves around humor, so how does he get you to know he’s serious?

“Oh! Semi, I can’t have lunch with you today. I promised Liyah and Hina that I would eat at that new cafe with them.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” Eita pouts.

“I know, your only friend in this entire office is me! It's gonna be a miserable lunch.” You tease.

“I’m sure I’ll manage. I guess I’ll have to put my amazing social skills to work.”

“Amazing is a… strong word. But, I’m cheering you on!”

You pat his shoulder in fake sympathy, offering more words of encouragement before returning back to work.

The long-awaited 12:30 pm arrives and you get up, getting ready to meet your two friends. And as you depart, you lean over to speak to the ash-blonde once again.

“Don’t miss me too much! Even though I know that’s damn near impossible for you.”

“I might die from a broken heart before you get back.” Semi sighs playfully, his hands over his chest.

“I need you alive, so do your best to hold on for the next hour.”

“If it means I get to see you again, then I’ll do anything.”

You shake your head, heat spreading across your face. Usually, everything he says brings you joy but this time, you feel all sorts of special- like his words are tailored specifically to hit that one soft spot you reserve for him.

“I’m not going to war, my god.” You say, catching sight of the two girls waiting for you at the door.

“Well, I’ll still miss you anyway.” Semi replies sincerely, gathering his own things so he can head to the office cafeteria.

“I’ll miss you too.” It's sweet, the way you say it. Sweet enough that it causes Eita to blush and his heart to flutter. And the way you smile as you walk away, makes his knees buckle.

The office lights shift with the setting sun and start to mirror the dusky sky. The usual buzz of people and clicking of keyboards is gone. The only sound is the quiet humming coming from you and the copy machine hard at work. Overtime is never to one’s enjoyment but there was something serene about being at the office when everyone was gone.

Everyone except one particular ash-blonde coworker.

“Since you are so kind and generous, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind making fifteen copies of this for me.”

With your back facing him, you suck in a shallow breath as if you’re pondering your answer.

“I don’t know Semi. I’m not one to do favors for just anyone.”

As you turn to face him, Semi’s lips curve into that charming smirk, the one that melts your heart.

“When did I become ‘just anyone’ ?”

If only he didn’t ask that because now you’re stuck with no proper rebuttal. You know just as much as he does that he’ll never be just anyone to you. He will always occupy a portion of your heart and mind, no matter how hard you try to ignore your ever-growing feelings.

You lean onto the copy machine, attempting to lead the conversation into a direction you can control. “What I meant is that you have to prove yourself, then maybe-” You shrug your shoulders, “I’ll make those copies for you.”

The boy steps forward, shrinking the space between the two of you. And you swear his gaze shifts down to your lips for a split second.

“Should I sink to my knees and beg then?”

Maybe it’s the atmosphere: the after-hours lighting and the white noise. Or the charged eye contact between the two of you and the slightly unsteady rise and fall of your chests. Whatever it is, feelings or the feeling, it has you stepping forward with a smirk that straddles the border of temptation and mischief.

“That’s entirely up to you, but why do I get the feeling that would be fulfilling a dream of yours?” You tilt your head ever so slightly, your eyes boring into his.

“You star in all my dreams, is that so terrible?”

“So I work overtime even in your head?” You take one last step forward, your chest now pressed against his and your arms around his neck. “How am I getting paid for all that extra work I do?”

The tall man feels his resolve chip away by the second; the feeling of your hearts hammering against your ribcages and the scent of your strawberry gloss and mint gum. You lightly tug at the hair at the nape of his neck and Eita almost melts into you. How do you know exactly what weaknesses to exploit? Or maybe it was you, you were his fatal weakness; the one person he would allow to rip out his heart and still be able to look at with gratitude and adoration.

Semi’s large hands settle on your lower back, his fingers toying with the waistband of your skirt. The butterflies are not simply flying around in his stomach, they’re crashing into each other at full speed and he can only imagine how red his cheeks look to you. But alas through all his nervousness, his head dips down and his lips are only a millimeter away from yours.

“Does this currency wo-” The door swings open and you scramble away from each other at the speed of light. Embarrassment and shame hang heavy in the air like fog during the first few days of November. You press random buttons on the copier while Semi pretends to file something in the farthest corner.

“You needed fifteen copies right, Semi?” Your words come out breathless and thick like they’re still stuck in your throat.

He coughs, “Yeah fifteen copies, you can just leave them in the printer after.”

Your other coworker walks around the copy room making small talk with you. You let out a small sigh, relief calming your buzzing nerves, it seems that she’s none the wiser and you won’t die of embarrassment. You can feel Semi’s eyes on you every other second and yet you can't bring yourself to look at him. There’s never been a moment where you’ve ever gone that far and you realize how dangerous this game is you’re playing. It’s starting to get too real, your emotions are no longer empty flirty words on a neon sticky note, they’re tangible and that makes them all the more terrifying.

Semi starts to leave the copy room, making sure to thank you and wish you a safe train ride home. You return his kindness, but a little bit of guilt begins to nip at you. You still can’t meet his gaze and the thought of the weekend is beginning to entice you even more. And while you may think you’re alone in your feelings, the boy is thinking the same thing. He needs those days to sort out his feelings and what he’s supposed to do about them, because at this very moment he’s never been more lost.

Almost a full week has passed since your little incident in the copy room and it seems like the two of you have come to an unspoken agreement to act like it never happened. You fall back into your usual routine but something is a little bit different, like a special type of nervousness that comes with the territory of liking another person. Whatever little physical contact you make with each other is followed with a slew of profuse apologies and warm cheeks. And even your other friends in the office have noticed the weird tension between the two of you, one that they can’t comment on without being shot down.

By lunchtime the curious questions have turned into burning accusations.

Hina kicks it off with a question that has you choking on your mango.

“Did y’all fuck or something?”

“Jesus Christ Hina! Can you keep your voice down?!”

Liyah takes your reaction as an admission of guilt, “So you did.”

Your body burns not only out of embarrassment but at the thought of Eita and you. Not that it hasn’t crossed your mind many many times.

“No we didn’t. Why do y’all even think that?”

Both girls give you a look, like the answer to that question was beyond obvious and you were the stupid one in this situation.

“You’ve been acting so odd around each other. Usually you’re like tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum with all your stupid inside jokes and flirting.” Hina says, fake gagging to emphasize how disgusting she finds the two of you.

“We didn’t… sleep together. It’s just been awkward.”

Liyah raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow, “So something did happen.”

You sigh before explaining your slightly scandalous rendezvous in the copy room last Friday. Reliving it makes you cringe and realize how lucky you were not to be reported to HR. It’s not like you wish it didn’t happen but maybe putting more thought into time and place would help in the future.

“Oh girl that’s it? I thought you were going to say something like you made out in the supply closet like Hina did last winter.”

“Hey!” Hina flushes a bright red, her eyes wide with disbelief. “That was supposed to be my secret to tell her later.”

“Oh so you’re worse than me? And you were trying to make it seem like I committed some grave sin! Hypocrite!”

“Listen-”

A man clears his throat interrupting Hina’s rebuttal and the three of you shift your attention to the other character in your copy room story. Semi nervously shifts his weight from one foot to another and your eyes meet for a second but you look away, still not fully confident in your ability to hold his gaze. There’s a mixture of embarrassment, awkwardness, and unaddressed tension whenever you interact and it makes even looking at him difficult. And it's not like the feeling isn’t mutual, Semi feels like if he looks at you, speaks to you, or even stands next to you too long that you’ll be able to see into his heart, his soul, and that would be much too revealing.

Semi places the slightly crumpled flyer in front of you, “My band is playing at a bar in Shinjuku this weekend, just wanted to invite everyone like I did last time.”

Liyah picks up the flyer, quickly scanning the information and she lets out a small gasp of shock.

“No way you're performing at Kujira? When did y’all become that popular?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

You chime in, wearing a similar look of disbelief. “Well actually it's a huge deal, do you know how good you have to be to play there? You must be really talented.”

All three of you start a rapid-fire conversation of compliments and thoughts and Semi’s neck turns a dusty pink at the sudden praise. You haven’t heard him play before and he made you promise you wouldn’t listen to any of his music until you heard it live first, lecturing you on the experience of hearing a song live when you get into a new artist. You’ve stayed true to that promise even though the temptation pulls you like currents in a rapid river. And your two friends don’t make it any easier when they discuss their favorite songs and how Eita has a voice worthy of making him a Siren. You can't help feeling a bit jealous, the last time he performed was a few months before you started working here and his band had only been recording songs since.

“Also, we’re gonna play a few unreleased songs. I have had a lot of new inspiration lately.”

There’s a fleeting look that comes your direction, one so fast that you’re second-guessing if it was even real; one that whispers- that sings so softly that you’re the one Semi writes about. That you exist between every note and chord, that you left such an impression on him that he translates it into the only other language he knows: music.

All three of you reassure Semi that you would be there and you throw in a joking comment about finally being able to hear the music he makes especially after you started to doubt if it was even real. To which he cracks a smile and for a minute you feel like everything is right again, tension has melted, and you’re back in that oh-so-familiar limbo.

But that return to normalcy is short-lived because one of your colleagues comes up to him, asking a question a project that they were working on together, and Eita excuses himself.

“Don’t know what you did but he’s so in love with you.” Hina points out.

Liyah chimes in with an “I agree. You have that boy so wrapped around your finger, I’m surprised he’s still standing.”

You bury your face in your palms, “Oh my god y'all stop! I didn’t even do anything.”

You walk out of the train station, the chilly autumn wind leaving goosebumps behind on your exposed arms. You stuck to the dress code of all black with your black cropped lace tank top, miniskirt, floral patterned fishnets, and knee-high heeled boots. You’re certainly dressed for the occasion and not the weather.

“Looks like you’re about ready to seduce the lead guitarist and singer of a band.”

“With the way her ass is sitting in that skirt she’s damn near seducing me.”

You laugh at Hina’s comment, “I could say the same about y’all, both of your titties are sitting. Like please tell me what kind of bra that is.”

The three of you walk towards the bar, the conversation still on what push-up bras work the best as you approach the entrance. You can hear the sultry hum of the music from outside and you bounce slightly with excitement. You finally get to hear the music he’s always rubbing in your face.

The bouncer checks your ID’s, gesturing his head towards the door after he’s done. The bar is so packed you can barely even see the ground, and when an electric guitar riff tears through the air, your eyes snap to the stage.

You can’t see much as you try to make your way to the front, but you do catch sight of Eita’s fingers skillfully moving up and down the fretboard, and what a sight it is. His head thrown back slightly, tongue poking the inside of the cheek, and the veins in his hand as he strums.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe you did have to see this live.

Finally, you’ve made your way as close to the front as possible. Semi’s ring adorned hand wraps around the mic, his eyes scanning the crowd like he’s searching for someone. And its like something straight out of a story; his gaze locks onto you and he flashes you a smirk that could easily send someone to an early grave, its temptation, desire, and something sweet all wrapped into one singular facial expression.

His voice booms through the speakers as he speaks, “The next song is brand new, no one besides us has heard it before.”

The crowd erupts in cheers, beyond excited to have such an exclusive experience. You shout and clap along with them, heart racing in anticipation. Eita’s fingers slide on the neck of the guitar once again, and his voice rings in your ears.

He sings with such sensual passion, that it ignites something deep within you. And god, the way he whines makes everything that much better. And you feel it, even if you want to ignore it; you feel the way his eyes always find you. He looks at you with so much intensity, you’re afraid he’ll see everything— everything you think, you feel, and want.

The song ends too quickly for your liking and they move on with their set, you have to admit that they weren’t just talented, they were gifted. Every member did their part and they did it exceptionally well, it was a well oiled song-making machine.

After a few more songs they thank the crowd, asking them to give a warm welcome to the DJ that would be playing for the rest of the night.

You, Liyah, and Hina head over to the bar and order drinks, chatting excitedly about which song was your favorite and they don’t forget to mention the times they caught a particular ash-blond singer staring at you.

“Speak of the devil…” Liyah mumbles, her lips pressed to the edge of her cup. “We’ll see you later.”

“Or maybe we won’t.” Hina snickers, walking away with Liyah.

You curse under your breath, face heating up as turn towards to the cause of their constant teasing.

“Told you I could sing.” He leans against the bar, a lazy grin on his face as his eyes drink you in.

“You have an amazing voice, honestly.”

Semi rubs the back of his neck, not expecting such a sincere compliment right away. “Thanks.”

“You do, however, have questionable fashion taste.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?”

Your eyes drag down his body, there’s nothing really wrong with his slightly cropped tee and baggy jeans, it’s really just that god awful fur-trim jacket he was wearing.

“You mean what’s wrong with that ugly ass jacket?”

He raises an eyebrow, “You think you could’ve picked something better?”

“Oh, I know I could.”

“Well, I have a few other jackets in my dressing room if you want to fix my outfit that badly.”

“Lead the way.”

Much to your surprise, Semi wraps his large hand around your wrist. The cool metal of his rings presses into your skin as he maneuvers you through the crowd. And soon after, he’s opening the wood door and ushering you in first before closing it behind him.

He sheds his current jacket and says something about the other choices but all your attention is on the red and black electric guitar in the corner.

Semi watches the way your hands go out to touch it and smiles at how your fingers run along the side of the guitar. “Do you wanna learn how to play?”

You look at him, pure unfiltered joy in your eyes. “Can I?”

He nods, hooking up the guitar to the amp and making sure to turn it down so it doesn’t disturb the music already playing outside the room. He hands you the guitar, brown eyes sparkling with amusement at the way you hold it like its made of glass.

You try to remember how Semi held it when he was on stage, putting the strap over your shoulder and adjusting your grip. Through your fumbling, the guitar’s owner presses his chest to your back, placing his hands over yours, and his lips right above your ear.

Your breath hitches when his low voice hits your ear, “You’re gonna want to hold it like this, put your fingers here on this fret.”

Semi can only hope you don’t feel the way his heartbeat starts to accelerate. Your perfume, the feeling of your skin, and the proximity is driving him insane.

You adjust your hands per his instructions and tilt your head up to meet his eyes,

“Like this?” Your words come out breathy, and so does his.

“Yeah, just like that.”

And neither of you move, no chord is played or a single note is learned. You just stare at each other and before you can even blink the guitar is back on its stand, and Eita is no longer behind you. He’s now in front of you, both of his hands wrapped around your waist and he moves in just enough that his lips ghost over yours.

“Fuck this.” He whispers.

His lips are on yours before your brain can even process what he says, and he kisses you like a man touch starved from the brutal effects of war. His hands roam your exposed midsection before they make their way up to your face. And make no mistake, you’re kissing him with the same ferocity, but then you bite his bottom his lip and he lets out a quiet groan.

You’re gonna kill him. Either due to the lack of oxygen in his lungs or the way you kiss him.

You both pull away, catching your breath.

“This is not how I planned this out,” Eita pants.

You snake your arms around his neck, “What do you mean?”

“I was gonna ask you out first. I wanted to kiss you on the date, not like I’m regretting it now or anything!”

“Mhmm,” You hum, “Well, nothing is stopping you now. Fair warning though.”

His eyes widen in panic, “What?”

“Now you have no choice but to get famous.”

“Why is that?”

You smirk, teasing him is just too much fun. “I don’t date struggling musicians.”

“You’re mean.” His says, fighting back a smile.

You shrug, “I rather be a honest date.”

Semi presses a soft kiss to your temple, “I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow.”

sylus swore that he lives to see the way your body arches as you ride him, giving him the perfect view of your backside as you planted both hands on the top of his thighs.

your breathy whines of his name makes a surge of desire course through him, with his cock hardening further for you each time it pierces through your silken walls. as you rode him in this position, sylus allows his large hands to grip at your breasts, causing you to cry out to him as you moved even faster against him.

“fuck…” he leans closer to you, making his broad chest meet with your back as he trails heated kisses across your skin. your movements became even more erratic now, with your needy cunt squeezing his shaft tightly, trying to milk him for all he was worth. the squelching sounds of your lovemaking makes sylus grunt in response, biting down against your bare shoulder while he gripped at your waist.

the powerful onychinus leader ends up bouncing you up and down his cock, purposely speeding up your movements as he meets with your hips with his own upwards thrusts.

“s-sy… i’m so close… i-“

you were suddenly cut off when sylus suddenly grips at your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze when his lips slot against yours in a fervent kiss. purposely speeding up his thrusts while he basks in your choked moans and how the tears kept streaming down your face. sylus continues to move your hips up and down his cock before stilling his hips, burying his cock within your slick heat when his cock grows before pumping the rest of his seed deep within your womb.

you end up tossing your head back at the sensation, turning away from his kiss as you cried out to him-

allowing sylus to relish in the way your moans seemed to echo throughout the room, letting everyone know just who you belonged to.

always known as being a man that valued romance above all else, of course zayne enjoyed making love to you in a more traditional position, with your legs spread wide, all while allowing the man to slot himself between them.

zayne swore that nothing felt as good as you did, relishing in the way your walls perfectly sheathed him. with him being so overwhelmed with pleasure, it takes him a herculean effort to keep himself from climaxing so soon.

and you weren’t faring any better.

your breathing becomes labored when you feel zayne hid his face within the curve of your neck, forcing your legs to open wider for him as he thrusts his cock in and out of your aching sex. his thrusts were filled with a desperation as you felt the way his cock seemed to reach even deeper inside of you with each new thrust.

unable to keep up with him, you could only manage to lay back while weakly looking down at where you and your beloved were connected, seeing zayne lazily pulling out his cock until only his tip was settled at your entrance before pistoning his hips back to you, hiding the entirety of his length within your scorching heat-

allowing your walls to grip him each time he came back to you.

“hah… z-zayne…” you were losing all of your senses now, completely focused on the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you when he keeps fucking you deeper into the sheets, causing your arousal to drip down onto the bed.

the sudden sensation of moisture surrounding him does not go unnoticed by zayne, causing him to quicken his thrusts as he moved in and out of you at an even faster pace.

“c-can’t hold back much longer… please-“ filled with a need that only you could quench, zayne calls out your name, reaching down below to gently pinch at your clit. red hot pleasure was now consuming you, with your back arched against the bed as you released yourself onto zayne’s cock.

when zayne feels the way your juices coat at his cock was when he finally stills his hips, a choked groan escaping from his parted lips as he reaches his climax. you moan at the sensation of his twitching cock filling your womb with his seed, falling back into bed with a content sigh. unable to hold back, zayne leans down to capture your lips, deepening his kiss as you willingly took in everything he had to offer.

after spending hours devouring the honeyed sweetness settled between your legs, ensuring that you would lose count of the sheer amount of times you had released into his awaiting mouth-

xavier would casually grip at both of your legs before tossing them over his shoulders, putting you in a mating press that allowed his eager cock to reach that much deeper inside of you.

with you practically helpless in this position, you were given little choice but to grip at your ruined sheets, allowing xavier to impale his cock deep inside of you over and over again, creating an almost hedonistic friction that you would never get over.

all words were lost the moment xavier kept meeting your hips with his passionate movements, his once sapphire gaze now eclipsed by complete darkness when he leans over to the side to give your ankles a kiss.

seeing him doing something so sensual makes your cunt grip at his cock even tighter in response, making your lover groan as he pressed your body even deeper into the mattress. the way he seemed to press his cock even further inside of you had you seeing stars as your pleasure seemed to increase by a tenfold.

“o-oh my g-god!” tears were streaming down your face now, yet xavier manages to swallow each and every one of your moans by giving you a searing kiss while moving even faster inside of you.

and when you and xavier managed to reach your mutual completion at the same time, the young hunter swore that nothing else gave him such pride than seeing you falling apart so sweetly for him.

despite the millions of times he had been intimate with you-

rafayel swore that he would never get used to how soft you were compared to him.

the young artist would always bask in your sweet moans as he kissed every inch of your skin, making sure that not a single part of you remained untouched or unmarred by his lips.

only when he was satisfied with completely marking you did he finally make his move, allowing your pliant form to lay back in bed as he gripped at one of your legs while kneeling close to you. he placed one of your legs on top of his shoulder, allowing the tip of his cock to trace at your pussy lips before slowly entering inside of you.

you gasp, with your face planted down against the sheets, taking in rafayel’s every movement while crying out to him. everything just felt heightened now, especially after your lumerian lover had taken his time with you, playing with your body like you were his own personal instrument, drawing out pretty moans from your parted lips each time he sank into you.

worshipping your body, rafayel keeps a steady pace when it came to his lovemaking with you. his eyes were shut and furrowed in concentration, trying to hold back from releasing too soon all while relishing in your soft gasps of his name.

and when rafayel would feel the way your walls would suddenly clench around him, he would slowly move out of you, only keeping his tip against your entrance while you whined and clawed at the sheets.

“r-rafe, d-don’t be so mean to me! i-i was so close-“

your whines were quickly cut off when he thrusts back inside of you, keeping your legs spread for him as he moved even faster against you, biting down on his bottom lip harshly when he felt his own release quickly approaching.

rafayel once had plans to savor this moment, to try and draw out this session of intimacy because the end would be so much sweeter-

yet hearing your whines and breathy moans makes him lose all of his inhibitions, choosing instead to work on chasing both of your highs, not minding to initiate a few more rounds with you even after he climaxed as his plans changed from prolonging your lovemaking to now making sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk.

caleb always believed that the right way to make love to his woman was to forever lay beneath her, allowing his beloved to use him as she pleased-

which was exactly what you were doing at this exact moment.

with caleb laid back in bed, he hides his face against the pillow, allowing you to bounce up and down on his cock while you steadied yourself against his broad chest.

he meets your gaze, saying your name in an almost reverent manner when his hands shakily reach up to frame at your face. he watches as your features continues to twist in pleasure, with your thrusts turning sloppier as you worked on stroking his cock with your slick walls.

after a few minutes spent in this position, you began to whine, your movements getting slower and slower. caleb notices the way you were panting and immediately sits up in bed. he gently caresses at your hair while cooing at you, “baby, what’s wrong?”

you whimper and lean into his touch, “c-caleb, getting… tired… n-need you…”

a surge of heat was felt traveling down to his cock, and he needed no further urging from you. the young pilot suddenly pins you to the bed without breaking apart your connection to him, pressing a hungry kiss against your lips all while swallowing your moans before pounding himself in and out of you.

you cry out to him, wrapping both of your legs around his waist as he quickened his pace, the movements becoming so passionate that the bed began to squeak in response.

running on pure instinct now, you focused on reaching your completion together, with you begging caleb not to stop as he continues to impale your cunt over and over again-

and if any of your neighbors had a keen sense of hearing, they would recognize your moans and the way it was heightened along with caleb’s desperate groans of your name.

end notes: too thirsty to care about editing… lmao but i’ll still make changes either way.

“Come on, Hima. Surely you must be into somebody on the team!”

“Negative. Nobody wants to deal with guys that can’t take anything but volleyball seriously, anyway. Why would I want to deal with that?”

Those words rang through Atsumu’s head like a siren as he watched the owner of the voice pass by, her laugh disrupting the flow of the busy hallway in the best way possible. He watched as her primly pressed hair cascaded down her back in layers, brushing up against the backpack that hung off her shoulder.

In all honesty, Atsumu didn’t quite notice Himari at first. She kept to herself in class, and they didn’t have any mutual friends so run-ins were scarce. He just didn’t have the opportunity to truly see her, until…

The sun was high in the sky, and the four walls of the gym did very little to keep the heat at bay. The match had already started by the time the girls got there, with the second set in full swing as they managed to find just enough seats for their group of four.

‘Coming through, sorry!” The girls recited like a mantra until they made it to their destination.

“This all could’ve been avoided if Himari would’ve just accepted to come in the first place.” Satomi chimed in, avoiding the glare the other girl shot her way.

“You guys could’ve come without me.” She pouted, slumping down in her seat.

“No, we agreed this would be a GROUP outing. No one left behind.”

“Why did we even have to come at all? None of y’all are into sports.”

“I may not be into sports, but I’m into him.” Satomi nodded towards the curly-headed #15.

“Kiyoomi? I should’ve known. He never talks, and that’s exactly your type.” Himari said, laughing when all she received was a smirk in response.

“What about you, Himari? Who's your type on the team?” Sakura asked.

“Don’t have one.” Himari shot her down immediately.

“I can see you with Shugo, Hima!” Satomi enthused.

“You girls are impossible. I shouldn’t have come.” Himari sighed, standing up to leave. This was a waste of her time after all.

“Hey dumbass, duck before you get hit!” Someone shouted. Himari turned to see a ball flying her way. Her fight or flight failed her, and their less popular sister ‘freeze’ presented herself at what had to be the worst time possible. She closed her eyes, awaiting the object’s brash introduction to her face.

Yet, it never came.

Instead, she heard cheers all around her. When Himari opened her eyes, she came face to face with a man much taller than her holding a ball and donning a dazzling smile.

“You okay?” He asked, his bleach blonde hair drenched in sweat.

Himari nodded frantically, unable to do anything but sit back down.

The game quickly resumed, but the swift movements on the court did very little to slow the thumping of Himari’s heart.

They stayed until the ball rolled off the court and into the team manager’s hands. The girls kept in close proximity to each other as the whole gym attempted to shuffle through the double doors.

“Sooo…Hima…” 

Himari sighed. Nothing good ever came when Satomi used that tone of voice. “Yes, Satomi.” She replied flatly.

“I saw that smile Atsumu gave you. What do you think?”

Atsumu. So that was his name.

“I’m appreciative of him catching the ball before I lost my face.That’s it.”

Satomi groaned. “Seriously? Not even a little interested? He was totally checking you out! You guys would be so cute together! Star volleyball player and academic prodigy!” She said dreamily. “Even if it isn’t Atsumu, maybe somebody else? “Come on, Hima. Surely you must be into somebody on the team!”

Knowing she couldn’t get herself out of this conversation any other way, Himari said:

“Negative. Nobody wants to deal with guys that can’t take anything but volleyball seriously, anyway. Why would I want to deal with that?”

Ever since that day, Atsumu kept his distance despite his feelings. After all, pining after a girl that saw athletes as a waste of time surely wouldn’t end well for him, right? Yet, the young setter just couldn’t shake how he felt. He observed her on her way to class, greeting professors in the hallways. He noticed how she took the time after class to help others with the material. He even ran into her occasionally feeding the stray dogs in town. Surely someone like that couldn’t possibly dislike sports players for such a futile reason…?

But that’s what she said.

His stupid brain reminded him every time his eyes lingered. Every time he found himself laughing at the jokes she’d tell her friends right before class began. Every time she wore that one skirt to class that flowed just a little too fluidly when she twirled around-

“Athlete. Not her type. Right.” Atsumu mumbled to himself, snapping out of his thoughts.

He walked the halls, nearly walking past a group of students putting up a large sign near the entrance.

Don’t Kiss, Just Tell! Do you have someone you’ve always wanted to confess to, but just couldn’t bring yourself to? Let it all out in a radio message! Tell them everything you like about them, and leave nothing out. Calls are accepted both identified or anonymous. Will you be brave enough to proudly profess your love? Who knows, you might just land yourself a Valentine… Courtesy of the A/V Club

Atsumu read the number and date at the bottom of the poster. The event was two days from now.

“Thinking of finally manning up and confessing to your genius girlfriend?” A familiar voice said behind him.

Atsumu rolled his eyes and turned around to face his gray-haired brother. “Fuck off. I was just reading it.”

“It might work if you ask me. You’re so obvious she’ll realize it’s you even if you stay anonymous, she’ll marry you out of pity and your future kids will have a fighting chance at being smarter than you.” Osamu listed off his reasons only to barely dodge the punch Atsumu sent his way.

“Sheesh, tough crowd.”

Atsumu laid in bed that Friday night, twirling his phone idly. It was radio show night, and “Don’t Kiss, Just Tell!” was in full swing. There were multiple, rather public displays of affection, including some loser from the soccer team practically objectifying some poor girl, insisting he wanted to “see them tiddies.” That one nearly made Atsumu cut the broadcast off altogether. He wouldn’t blame Himari for hating someone like that.

The small device in his hand buzzed, his brother’s name appearing on the screen.

Samu: haven’t heard you profess your love yet, Romeo

Atsumu rolled his eyes, of course Osamu was tuned in while working at his on-campus stall and anticipating his contribution.

Atsumu: don’t you have customers to attend to?

O: it’s this pretty little thing called multitasking. Call the show! Unless you want someone else to call about her.

The boy sighed, sitting up. He definitely didn’t want that. But what was he going to say? What if he sounded stupid? Atsumu wondered if Himari was even listening.

No. It didn’t matter if she was listening. There was the option to be anonymous, so he could just call in, get these feelings off his chest, and move on from the one-sidedness of whatever this was.

Atsumu’s fingers tapped his phone screen in quick succession before his brain could catch up and potentially stop them.

“Wooo! Everyone settle down and listen up because we have another caller!” Fuck.

“Caller, either state your name or speak your mind! Either way, no judgment here. Just say what feels right!”

Atsumu didn’t give his brain time to second guess itself OR time to think of what to say.

“Well, I’m not sure what to say, but I guess I can start at the beginning. The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match. I was frustrated as the odds weren’t in the team’s favor at the moment. I was close to losing it until I saw you. It was the first time I’d smiled since the game started,” He rambled, trying his best to keep any specific details out. “Ever since that day, I can’t get you out of my mind. You walk through the halls, laughing with your friends and you’re the only person I see. Your laugh is quickly becoming my favorite song. Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time. Of course it is, you’re so smart. With that level of intelligence, I wouldn’t even blame you for being stuck up or presumptuous, but you’re not. You take time out of your day to help people that are confused and you’re so patient. I even see you tending to the stray dogs in the area, and it warms my heart how sweet you are.” Atsumu sighed. He was sure people were sick of him, but it felt impossible to stop once he opened the floodgates. “I’ve longed to get to know you for months, but I doubt you’d ever like me back. So, I just wanted to speak on my feelings so I can move on.”

“Excuse me, but if I can just interject.” The host spoke up. “Are you sure you don’t want to identify yourself? This is the most genuine confession we’ve heard all night!”

“Uhh, yeah. I’m good, man. I’d love to treat her the way she deserves, but I don’t think she’d go for a guy like me.”

“Do you at least want to say your crush’s name? They should at least know they’ve made someone feel this way.”

Atsumu hesitated. He hadn’t thought about revealing who Himari was. Should he? It’s not like she’d figure out who it was regardless.

No. Himari is a pretty reserved person. She wouldn’t like her name attached to such a public announcement. She barely enjoyed the praise in class. Also, wouldn’t naming her make it seem like Atsumu wants to seduce her? His intention was purely to get it off his chest.

“Are you still there?” the host asked, yanking the blond-haired man out of his internal dilemma.

Without responding, Atsumu lowered the phone from his face, hitting the red button.

“That’s the end of that.” He mumbled.

 Buzz.

Buzz.

Himari tossed and turned in bed, sighing deeply. Her phone had been going off for the past hour, and she’d been waiting patiently for it to die down so she could go back to sleep because who could possibly be bothering her at 9 AM on a Saturday?

The buzzing subsided for a while, and Himari thought she was in the clear. Until she heard her ringtone, that is.

She slammed her pillow on her head, screaming into the muffled void.

She checked the screen. “Satomi, what do you want?”

“Come open the door.”

Himari shot up from the bed. “There’s no way you’re at my house right now.”

The banging on the front door was confirmation enough. Trudging out of bed, she swung it open to reveal her two best friends on the other side.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You weren’t answering the phone.” Satomi brushed past her, making a beeline for the living room.

“That’s because if you’re having an emergency, you need to call the police.” Himari fell back on the sofa, closing her eyes.

“It’s not that kind of emergency, Hima. Did you listen to the A/V club’s episode last night?” Sakura asked.

“You know I don’t listen to that mess.”

“That means you missed your love confession, then.” Satomi mused.

“My what?”

“Allegedly, Satomi.” Sakura side eyed the younger girl. “Hima, listen to the recording. We really think this could be about you.”

Himari watched as her friends pressed play.

“The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match.”

“Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time.”

“You take time out of your day to help people that are confused and you’re so patient.”

“How do you know it’s about me? He never said a name. He didn’t even say his own!”

“But,” Satomi raised her finger in the air, “He did say the first time he saw her was during a match where he was losing. Our team has either been losing or lost at all the matches you’ve been to.” She pauses. “Hmm, on second thought, maybe you’re the problem.”

Himari ignored Satomi’s sly remark. “Lots of girls are there…”

“But most girls that are there, Sakura and I included, have been there before. It sounds like this guy’s first encounter with the girl was recent, so of all of us, who could that be? The girl that just recently started going to matches or girls he sees on the regular?” Satomi raised an eyebrow and nodded toward her friend. 

“So,” She started, choosing her words carefully, “If the confession’s about me…now what?”

She sighed as she saw smiles spread across her friends’ faces. “Oh my gosh…” Sakura leaned forward, her chin resting in her hand.

“I knew it!” Satomi shot up from her seat. “I knew you liked someone on the team! You couldn’t peel your eyes away from the court that day! I even tried to get you to admit it but you spewed some nonsense about not wanting to deal with any athletes. But then you kept going to matches with us! Why would you come if there’s no benefit? Who is it? Tell us!”

Sakura yanked Satomi back down on the couch, giving her a look when she complained. “Do you like someone on the team, Hima?” She asked.

Himari fidgeted in her seat, thinking back to the first time she saw Atsumu. The way he swooped in and caught the ball so effortlessly, tossed it to his spiky-haired teammate, and then turned to her with the brightest smile before asking if she was okay. Himari was even sure he was glowing. How the heck do you even glow midway into a volleyball match?

But that was just it. The Atsumu she knew was a star player. He was outgoing, brash, and a jokester. Surely, he’d never sound like the dejected caller from last night that sounded so unsure of themselves, right?

“I do, but I don’t think this is him.”

“Huh? Are you sure?” Satomi asked, pouting when Hima nodded, “I was hoping for a perfect love story. Two people crushing on each other coming together for a whirlwind romance!” She exclaimed.

“Well, why don’t we try tracking down who it is? Even if it isn’t the guy you like, maybe you’ll gain a friend? Something more?” Sakura asked.

Already feeling like her friends aren’t going to let this go, she shrugged and looked up at them:

“How do we do that?”

“Thanks, Atsumu!”

The blond smiled, waving the customer off before sitting on the small stool for a break. Osamu had run off to see some girl, leaving his twin in charge of his on-campus food stall.

Must be nice, Atsumu thought.

The past week had been…interesting, to say the least. Atsumu had to endure his teammates’ pestering as well as his brother’s teasing from his confession. The whole team wanted to know who had stolen the star setter’s heart. Atsumu didn’t entertain the conversation (He did, however, make Bokuto promise to not say anything when he guessed correctly as to who it was.)

All Atsumu wanted to do was head home and wallow study, but here he was selling onigiris while his brother was off falling in love somewhere. He sighed, resting his head on his arm atop of the counter.

“Just go ask, Hima.”

Atsumu’s ears perked up. That sounded like Himari’s best friend, which means…

He peeked out the corner of his eye, and there she was. Dressed in a hot pink crop top that revealed her melanin-kissed midriff, light blue jeans and white sneakers, her high ponytail swayed back and forth as she approached Kaito, a guy Atsumu recognized from his Psychology class.

“Hi! Kaito, right? This might seem really awkward but it’s about the radio episode from last week…”

Atsumu watched as Himari mentioned his confession to another guy, asking if it was from him. So she had heard it. Atsumu was conflicted on if he should feel happy that she heard it, or sad that she hadn’t figured out it was him. Did she really think Kaito was the type of guy to pour his heart out like that? Did she like Kaito? Had she spoken to any of the other guys? Why hadn’t she come to ask him yet?

He pulled the hat further down onto his head, covering his eyes. As much as he wanted to go over there and admit it was him, he already made up his mind that he would let it go. How could he be so sure her reaction would be positive? For all he knew, she was probably prepared to tell Kaito off. Maybe it was for the best that she hadn’t suspected him. He watched her walk back to her friends and leave the area before calling Osamu:

“Get back here before I close your stall for the day, I’m going home.”

Himari rubbed her temples as she shut off the radio show. She spent the past two weeks talking to more classmates than she ever had since orientation. She was met with many confused expressions from students either wondering why she thought it was them or why she was sure this person was talking about her. In the end, she resorted to listening to the radio special in hopes that the confessor would change his mind and call back to either reveal who he was, who he admired, or in an ideal situation: both.

Of course, this was to no avail. All she heard was call after call of people using cheesy pick-up lines and practically begging to not spend tomorrow alone. Himari walked over to her front door, slipping her sneakers on for a quick walk to the convenience store. Maybe some fresh air would calm her thoughts.

She zipped up her coat as she turned the corner, watching how the snow settled on the treetops and glittered on the roofs of the cars.

I wonder how the dogs are holding up, she wondered. She made a mental note to stop by on her way back. The bell rang as she stepped through the threshold, signaling her arrival. She waved at the cashier as she headed to the fridge, grabbing a few drinks and some ice cream to eat at home. Noticing the dog food on sale, she grabbed a few to take with her.

“Nice to see you again, Hima!” The cashier smiled, scanning her items. “Heading to see the dogs today?”

“Yep! Just for a bit. I wanna see how they’re doing in the snow.”

“Oh! Take this with you. They can use this.” She turned to a small cubby area, procuring a fluffy, gray blanket. “I don’t use it much so don’t worry about it. It’ll keep them warm.” She handed the blanket over along with Himari’s purchases and receipt.

“This is amazing, they’re going to love this. Thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it, see you next time!”

The snow had let up a bit, but Himari still made haste to the small alleyway where she usually found the dogs. She walked in, but instead of hearing the usual barks and pitter patter of paws heading towards her from them, she saw open, half-eaten tins of food. She saw the wagging tails of the dogs who were facing away from here.

And she saw very distinct bleach blond hair peeking out of a black hoodie.

“Leave me alone.”

“She’s been running around campus trying to figure out who you are, and you still think you don’t even have the tiniest chance?” Osamu asked.

Atsumu pinched the bridge of his nose. Osamu had been following him around the house, pestering him about his inactivity in the matter. He just couldn’t understand how his extremely outgoing brother was suddenly taking a vow of silence regarding his feelings.

Atsumu grabbed his keys off the hook. “I’m going out for a walk.”

“I’ll come with you.” Osamu said.

“I’d rather take my shoes and socks off and walk through your collection of Legos.” He replied, slamming the door on his way out and ignoring his brother’s giggles.

He walked aimlessly for quite some time, pulling his hood over his head at the first sign of snowfall.

Is Osamu right? Isn’t just leaving her be the right thing to do? He thought to himself. It’s true that he’s never been the type to back down, but is that really the best course of action with someone he likes this much? Or maybe, his focus should be on proving to her that her thoughts about athletes are wrong. He can care about more things than just volleyball. That’s it! He’d prove her wrong and when she’s finally seen the truth, he’ll-

Atsumu was dragged out of his thoughts by a strong thump against his leg. He looked down to see a brown-fur dog wagging its tail at him.

“Now what are you doing out here in the snow like this, huh?” He smiled, leading the dog back into the alleyway. He noticed the other dogs sitting next to a trash can, also getting wet from the snow.

Finding a discarded wooden door, Atsumu laid it atop of the trash cans, giving the dogs a roof.

“There you go, that should be good enough at least for tonight. You’re probably hungry, huh? Should I get you something to eat?” Atsumu laughed at the increased wagging at the mention of food. He ran to the store around the corner, coming back with a few cans of dog food.

“Hmm, come to think of it, doesn’t Hima usually feed you guys? I guess it makes sense that she didn’t come out in the rain.” He crouched down, watching the dogs dig in. “How crazy would that be, running into her here?” He laughed to himself.

One of the dogs suddenly ran out of the makeshift doghouse, darting down the alley.

“Hey, where’re you going? You’ll get wet!” He called out until he noticed the dog stop just shy of a pair of white sneakers. The same brand he saw Hima wearing earlier that week.

His eyes fluttered upwards to meet a round, brown pair. “Oh, shit.”

“It’s you.” She said.

“Sorry?” He asked, finding his way back to his feet.

How did Himari ever think it was anyone else? “‘The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match.’ The first time I ever went to a volleyball match, you saved me from a ball to the face. ‘ Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time.’ You congratulated me last time that happened. You even mentioned me feeding the stray dogs, and here you are! Oh my gosh, it’s you.” She blurted out, taking a step closer.

Atsumu scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I heard you’ve been looking for me everywhere. I’m sorry.”

Himari furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait, why are you apologizing? Wait, wait, if you knew I was looking for you, why didn’t you just say something? I ended up in the awkwardest conversations looking for you.” Himari’s face contorted into one of disbelief.

Atsumu laughed softly, finding her adorable in the moment. “I thought it was better this way. I knew you wouldn’t like me.”

“You said that in the call, too! Why wouldn’t I like you?”

It was Atsumu’s turn to look confused. “ …You said so. You said nobody wants to deal with guys that take volleyball seriously. That same day you were talking about.” He said, pointing at the much shorter girl.

Hima stared at him blankly before it clicked. She scoffed, looking off to the side. All this time, the guy she liked thought she didn’t like him for some off-topic comment she made to Satomi.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just wanted Satomi to leave me alone. I had just developed my crush on you, and I knew if I had admitted it right then and there, I’d never hear the end of it. I never meant for you to hear that. It’s not true. I’m sorry.” She looked down, focusing on the gravel below.

Atsumu disregarded her apology completely, a dazed look on his face. “You…what?”

“Huh?”

“Say it again.”

“Say what?”

Atsumu groaned. Now was not the time for miscommunications. “What you just said. I need to hear it again.”

Oh. He meant that. “I…developed a crush on you that day. I’ve liked you ever since.” She felt heat rising across her cheeks as she spoke.

“Huh,” Atsumu said incredulously. “I can’t believe I owe that idiot an apology.” He mumbled.

“What idiot?” Hima asked.

“Can I walk you home?” Atsumu said abruptly. “Please?”

“Oh.” She said, surprised. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

They left the blanket for the dogs, deciding that Himari should take the rest of the food home to give to them another day. They made the short walk back to her building, squeezing themselves into the small hallway leading to the lobby.

“I can’t believe you liked me back this entire time. I should’ve just said something.” He shook his head.

Himari smiled. “That makes two of us. Well, this is me.” She motioned to the lobby.

“Right! Well, good night! I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled, turning to the door.

She giggled. “Really? You’re just going to leave?”

Atsumu turned back to face her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She laughed harder when she saw the mental gymnastics visibly etched on his face. “Think about what day tomorrow is. There’s a very specific question to be asked.”

A lightbulb went on in Atsumu’s head. “Ah! Um…” He tugged at the sleeves of his coat. “Right, um..Hima?”

“Yes?” She asked, loving how her nickname rolled off his tongue.

“Can I be your Valentine?”

She smiled. “I’d love to.”

A rosy hue dusted Atsumu’s cheeks, reaching the back of his neck. “Wow. Okay. Well, as your Valentine, can I make a small request?”

“What’s that?”

“Maybe, tomorrow when we inevitably go on a date, you could probably wear that skirt you wear sometimes? The really flowy one with the slit?”

Himari quirked an eyebrow. She knew exactly what skirt he was talking about. “Hmmm, for you, I think that can be arranged.”

“Yeah?” He stepped closer.

“Yeah.” She closed the gap between them.

“I’m quite the lucky guy, then.” He whispered.

“You have no idea. Even though you had no hope of this working out, you still got your radio romance.” Her eyes fell to his lips.

Atsumu took this opportunity to press them against her own, sighing in relief like he’d been holding in the urge this entire time. Maybe he was. He gave her pout a few chaste pecks before resting his forehead against hers. They both let out a soft laugh before their lips found each other again. 

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