MeaMiya

 You owe Nobara a fat kiss on the cheek and 10 bucks because never in all your years of trying have you managed to grab his attention so relentlessly.

 The cropped camisole (read scrap of fabric) you’re wearing is courtesy of Maki, who greatly underestimated how well you’d fill it out. Between the dainty straps and low neckline, there was truly little left to the imagination. You’d usually never be caught dead wearing such an item, let alone even have such a thing in you closet, but in the comfort of Maki and Nobara’s apartment and with the help of your good friend, tequila, you were relaxed enough to let them work their magic and catch their long-awaited prey.

 Laughter brings you out of your thoughts as you take in the scene before you: Yuuji lies passed out, ever the lightweight, across the living room floor while Toge, Yuta and Panda attempt to lug his heavy body somewhere more comfortable. The initial shock of your tits greeting everyone before you could had worn off; mostly. The incessant probes from your left told a different story, though. Nobara and Maki, who had been whispering amongst themselves now direct their gaze toward you, in a way that ensures trouble will follow, before they turn to get everyone’s attention.

 “I have an idea everyone!” This is not a statement you trust coming from Nobara but you listen, nonetheless. “Let’s play Truth or Dare!”.

 A chorus of eh’s and oh no’s ensue, and you wish to be sucked into the earth as you follow her train of thought.

 Before anyone can formally protest, she exclaims, “I’ll go first!”

 Oh God.

 “Panda! Truth or Dare?”

 Thank God.

 “Dare!”

 “I dare you to down my drink and yours!”

 Panda immediately complies and the game continues peacefully quite unexpectedly. Yuta admits that his favourite teacher is Gojo, Toge swallows a tablespoon of wasabi, Maki is dared to switch outfits with Yuta and before you know it, its Megumi’s turn.

 The devious glint returns to Maki’s eyes as she appraises an apprehensive Megumi. “Megs, Truth or Dare?”

 To everyone’s surprise, he picks dare, though you fear neither choice would have worked out in his favour.

 “I dare you to take a body shot off of the hottest person in this room.”

 Megumi splutters while taking a sit of the beer he had been nursing the entire night and your stomach drops. Thoughts of him picking either of the two women to your right, or anyone in this room as a matter of fact, swirl in your head as everyone stares at Megumi expectedly. Under the harsh gaze his cheeks immediately bloom a cherry red, and his eyes scan the room before landing on you. You freeze.

 “I-” he stutters, lost for words as a light sheen of perspiration covers his face, immediately breaking eye contact.

 “You...?” Maki mocks.

 “I… I need to go to the bathroom.” He’s on his feet in the flash of an eye and leaves the room briskly, completely ignoring the boo’s that follow him. You don’t miss the way he tugs his hoodie over the front of his jeans and neither does Maki.

 “It’s now or never, Hun.” She whispers encouragingly and gives you a light shove to pull you away from the negative thoughts that render you immobile.

 You get to your feet, dawdling to the hallway that Megumi had just disappeared down while wiping your sweaty palms down the length of your jeans.

 Your decade long crush was either about to reach fruition or come crashing down with your heart as the only casualty, and all the pep talks you had received from Nobara are now mute mutterings in the background of your fear clouded mind.

 You look back hoping that someone will take pity on your poor soul only to find five pairs of thumbs up pointing back at you.

 If that wasn’t a kick in the ass, then you didn’t know what was. With newfound courage, you turn back and continue your journey towards the bathroom, towards your inevitable fate.

 A steady, deep breathe steels your nerves as you knock firmly on the door, hoping he can hear you over the sound of running water.

 No response.

 Another knock. “Megumi?” you call.

 The water turns off and your breath catches in your throat. A pause.

 “I’ll be out soon. I just need a second.” He replies, so quiet you barely catch it.

 It truly was now or never. “I have something I really need to tell you. Can I come in? Please?’

 The silence behind the door is deafening but the pounding of your heart surely resonated throughout the hallway. Your patience wears thin with every passing second and before the defeated sigh passes through your lips you hear it, ever so softly.

 “The door’s open.”

 You don’t waste a second, breaking down the final barrier standing in your way and making your way inside, closing the door behind you.

 The air in the bathroom feels different: more palpable, thick with unspoken thoughts and fears. Your back knocks against the door as you appraise him.

 His tall form is hunched over the sink to your left, held up by strong arms, and his raven hair shields his face, drenched in water as the plop of each droplet hitting the sink echoes in the still space.  

 He speaks first, voice void of emotion. “What did you want to say?”

 Although you dreaded having to make eye contact; the flush of your cheeks and nervous intertwining of your fingers being a dead giveaway for what was undoubtedly a precursor for you pouring your heart out, confessing to his back was not in the cards for tonight.

 “Turn around Megumi.” You ask, ultimately command, gently.

 “No, you’re going to make fun of me.” His head lowers even further.

 His statement renders you completely confused as this situation lacks any semblance of humour.

“Why would I make fun of you, Megumi?”

 Looking back, you failed to take note of one thing. Compared to Megumi, Yuuji was an elite drinker and the fact that he was now passed out on the living room couch spoke volumes. Megumi was a fucking lightweight. And if there was one way to know if Megumi had been drinking, it would be the fact that his lips loosened tremendously and drunk, tipsy in this scenario, minds speak sober thoughts. The one beer that he had been sipping on was the final nail in the coffin of his restraint and the words flowed freely before he could stop himself.

 “Because I couldn’t go one minute without staring at you tonight even though I’ve been able to control myself for years. And you’re so short so every time I looked your way, I could see down that sorry excuse of a top and that, combined with the fact that I could smell your perfume with every breath I took, made my dick throb like a fucking teenager.” He’s basically whining at this point, ashamed of his own thoughts and desires. “Years. Years down the drain.” He mutters to himself.

 “You thought I’d laugh at you for that?” your giggling betrays you. Your heart is beating a mile a minute, unsure if you’d walked into an alternate reality or if your long-time crush had just confessed to you being his long-time crush.

 “Why wouldn’t you? I’m such a loser.” He complains, gripping at his hair

 Your feet move a step closer on their own accord.

 “Megumi.” you whisper but he ignores you, lost in self-anguish.

 Another step forward; he’s within arms reach now.

 “Megumi.” You call again, louder this time, but to no avail.

 You take the plunge, closing the distance between yourselves, and grip his damp face firmly between your comparably smaller hands, forcing his attention to you. The blush that travels from his cheeks to his ears and down his neck surely mirrors your own.

 Your voice is quiet and nervous as you whisper, “Does that mean you like me?”

 His eyes remain downcast as he replies. “Isn’t it obvious. Now that you know just reject me once and for all.”

 Your heartbeat picks up if that was even possible. If only he could see the hearts in your eyes whenever you looked at him.

 The pout of his lips and puppy dog eyes make you want to tease him just a little more. “Why would I reject you, Megumi?”

 He scoffs, as if the answer was obvious. “Because I know that you like Yuuji.”

 Your shoulders shake as you try to keep your laughing fit at bay, but the subsequent shaking of your hands against his face finally draw his attention to you, his scowl deepening further at your amusement during his time of turmoil.

 “Yuuji? Why would you think I like Yuuji?” you ask incredulously.

 He rolls his eyes in disbelief. “Because you’re always at his place when I visit and every time he whispers something in your ear you turn bright red.”

 You can’t help but find the way he had noticed these details and completely misinterpreted their meanings endearing, deciding to finally put him and yourself out of your misery.

 “Did you ever think that he specifically invites me over on the days you visit so that he can fulfil his desire to play matchmaker and that each whisper is just to tease me about how obvious my crush on you is? Well, obvious for everyone else.” You tease.

 He’s momentarily stunned, eyes wide and mouth dropped slightly as you wait for him to process what you had just declared.  

 “You like me?” he asks in disbelief.

 Since your words had not completely punctured his thick skull, you attempt a more hands on approach. Grabbing the sides of his face more firmly, you tilt his face down and rise to the tips of your toes to accommodate for the height difference before your lips meet his. The kiss is soft and innocent but allows you to communicate years’ worth of longing and once the initial shock has worn off, he relaxes and moulds his lips against yours.

 You pull away all too soon, far too soon for his liking. “I like you too, Megumi.” You finally confess, the words once a stone in your heart now something you wish to shout from the mountain tops. “I love you.”

 The words have barely left your lips before he’s encasing them in his own once again, dragging you closer with one hand on your waist and the other entangled in your hair to deepen the kiss.

 “I love you, too.” He whispers against your lips before he deepens the kiss, making up for the years he wasn’t able to. The years of delusion he had lived in thinking that you weren’t meant to be his and he yours. He had so much time to make up for and he was going to start right now.

 His face twists to deepen the kiss even further, tongue peeking out hesitantly to lick at your bottom lip and your hand moving to pull him in at the nape is more than enough permission for him to explore the wet heat of your mouth hoping for you to reciprocate and you do. The residual dampness coating his skin transfers to your own but neither of you care. The kiss is full of passion and yearning, soft sighs and moans, and the gripping of clothing to bring the other that much closer. So close that you’re reminded of what you, and Maki, had caught a glimpse of in the living room.

 Hard and hot against your thigh lies something you had seen before in countless dreams. Dreams that left you breathless once you awoke, sweat coating your entire body and mixing with the slick that dripped from between your thighs, coupled with a needy throbbing that only relented after a moment of self-deprecation and two fingers shoved into your cunt. Megumi’s cock was pressed firmly against you, and you just had to see it in person, knowing it would be a thousand times better than the half-baked image in your head.

 You pull back once again, and Megumi’s whine worsens the wetness between your legs. “You did so well in telling me how you feel, and I know it must have been hard for you to admit all that. Well, I know that wasn’t the only hard thing for you tonight so how about I make it up to you.”

 You drag his large frame towards to toilet before you plop him down onto the seat, kneeling between his legs. From your new point of view, his bulge is mouth-wateringly large, and your insides tingle in anticipation.

 Glancing up you take note of his flushed face and the soft pants falling from his swollen lips. Your hands make their way to his thighs, rubbing soothingly in order to calm your and his nerves.

 “Is this okay?” you whisper.

 His nod is enthusiastic to say the least and doesn’t fail to make you grin up at him.

 Your hand trails higher now, finger tracing over the zipper of his jeans, and his bulge. His lidded eyes follow your movements.

 “Is this okay?” you ask, lower and more seductive.

 “Yes.” A barely audible confirmation; the gulp that follows louder.

 Your patience is wearing thin, and you know Megumi’s is too by the way his leg taps sporadically, so without wasting time, you unzip his pants, grab the material of both his jeans and boxers and pull both down his legs with his assistance.

 Mouth-watering was a more than apt description as you were practically salivating at the sight before you. Pink and pretty. And big.

 Mournfully, you tear your eyes away from his appendage to look up at him, only to find his eyes had returned to their fixation of the evening. Your camisole had fallen that much further down your chest and your pebbled nipples were begging for attention, covered only by one layer of fabric.

 “Do you want to touch them?”

 His eyes jerk up to meet yours, shining with equal parts nervousness and hunger, and he nods shyly. With extreme caution his hands make their way to your tits, pausing an inch away from direct contact, almost as if to prepare himself, until his featherlight touch makes contact with the material of your camisole.

 Unsatisfied with his hesitance and the intense need to have his hands on you, you cup your tits over his hands squeezing them firmly in his grasp.

 The moan he lets out is guttural as his palms feel the tell-tale peaks of your nipples, and the sound shoots straight to your core. “Fuck.” His hands have a mind of their own now as he moulds them into his palms with pure abandon and a small smile makes their way to his lips at the moan you release.

 The unmissable twitch of his cock brings your attention back to the task at hand. You bring your hand up to grasp his solid length in your tiny hands, stroking upwards to collect the precum that had been leaking from his tip and it mixes with your sweat-lined palms allowing you to stroke him with ease.  

 Soft pants and groans escape Megumi, and you want them to increase tenfold, want him to invade all of your senses.

 “Is it okay if I try something, Megumi?” you ask and, in his state, all he can do is nod meekly.

 Prying Megumi’s hands off of you physically pains both you and him, but you place them at his side, nevertheless. Your camisole sticks to your flushed skin as you peel the straps off of each shoulder and slide the material down your torso, shivering under Megumi’s heated gaze. He admires your tits as you had admired his cock; with an intense need to suck it into the wet heat of his mouth.

 Megumi’s imagination continues to run wild, failing to take note of you leaning closer to his crotch, cupping your chest. Its only once the pillowy softness has enclosed his dick in its warm and suffocating embrace that he is brought down to Earth, and he swears his legs turn to jelly at the slight before him.

 You’re looking up at him through dark eyelashes, watching his reactions closely before sticking your tongue out and letting your spit drip over the tip of his dick to aid the movement of your tits gliding up and down his cock.

 Megumi’s head falls back against the wall behind the cistern, eyes rolling to the back of his head and a groan so loud you pray no one outside of the bathroom can hear it leaves his open mouth.

 You squeeze your tits that much closer together, maximising the contact between your skin and his, and with every downward motion, his core tightens and his thighs twitch. You found it incredibly endearing as he tried and failed to keep the movements of his hips at bay, but before long his hips began thrusting at their own pace, a much faster one. The squelching coming from the mixture of his precum and your spit had increased in volume and frequency, and you are unable keep up with his thrusts any longer, instead remaining stationary and allowing him to chase his fast-approaching orgasm.

 His hands have found their way to his hair again, grasping the drenched locks in tight fists. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m gonna come.”

 Your eyes lock on his drowsy ones. “Don’t apologize, ‘Gumi. Come whenever you want.”

 If the upwards tilt of your seductive eyes combined with the nickname you had just called him was not enough already, the tip of your tongue that you ran sloppily over his tip on one particular upward thrust sent him over the edge and straight into a mind-numbing orgasm.

 His hips lift off of the toilet seat as you feel the warm liquid of his cum coat your chin and chest, and with a few short thrusts to ride out his orgasm, he slumps back down onto the seat, fucked out and limp from the best orgasm of his life.

 You’re quick to grab a piece of toilet paper, wiping yourself down and tossing it into the trash while Megumi’s breathing levels out and he’s become lucid enough to button up his jeans. When you’re within arm’s reach again, he pulls you down onto his lap, tucks his chin into the crook of your neck and encircles his arms around your waist.

 “I love you.” He whispers into your skin, embedding it into your flesh.

 Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him infinitely closer. “I love you too, ‘Gumi.”

 You welcome the comforting silence for a second but noise from outside of the bathroom brings you back to reality.

 “Let’s hope you still love me after we get flamed by every one of our friends once we leave this room.”

 His laughter is light-hearted despite the fact that you were dead serious.

 30 minutes was a normal amount of time to be in the bathroom, right? Right?

  Meanwhile in the living room:

 Yuta looks down the hallway for the umpteenth time in the past 30 minutes before his curiosity gets the best of him. “You don’t think they’re-”

 “They are.”

 “100%”

 “Shake.”

Years of listening to podcasts and reading novels describing the intricacies of doing the deed had led you to this moment, where you wanted to test out the knowledge you’d acquired before going out into the real world. And since you were both single and bored, what better test subject than your best friend.

Atsumu’s expression had turned from curious to completely dumbfounded in the matter of seconds and you began worrying that he may refuse your proposal. Although, who could blame him? It’s not every day that your best friend proposes to suck you off.  

Your cheeks burn crimson as you rush to explain yourself. “I’ve never done it before, and I can’t think of anyone I trust more than you to give me some pointers. I mean you’ve had so many girlfriends over the years that you’d definitely know a thing or two. Or ten.” You joke, hoping to lighten the mood even the slightest bit.

No response.

Your rambling continues. “It will be completely platonic. It’s just that I have all this theoretical knowledge on how to do it and I want to see if it will actually work out before I make a fool of myself.”

As the seconds tick by your hands grow clammy and regret burns in your gut but you refuse to back down now. Maybe a little push would do the trick.

“I could always ask Osamu.”

“No! No!” You’ve finally broken through his dumbstruck expression and his exclamation gives you some form of hope. “Not that scrub. I’ll do it! I was just shocked for a second.” His expression quickly turns sheepish. “But I doubt I’d be of any help though.”

It was your turn to don the quizzical expression. “Why?”

With averted eyes and rosy cheeks, he scratches the back of his neck. “Well… Because I don’t have as much experience as ya think I do in that field. Actually…To be honest, I have no experience in that field.”

Blind shock passes through you, and you immediately look at him in disbelief. “No way. You’ve had so many girlfriends before. You can’t tell me that you’ve never gotten so much as a blowjob before.”

“Said it was degrading to them and I didn’t want to force anything. ‘sides, none of them lasted long anyway.” He admits embarrassedly.

To be fair, the main reason you’d chosen to ask Atsumu was because you had the notion that his past trysts would arm him with some helpful tips. It was definitely not because every time his shirt would rise an inch, displaying his deep v-line and a glimpse of his abs, your mouth would water just imagining your tongue licking from his happy trail to a place you could only envision in the darkness of your room when your fingers managed to drift into the wetness between your legs.

And now, with your best friend blushing like the virgin he was and his consent to your proposal, you were practically ready to pounce him.

You try but fail to hide your smirk as your crawl on hands and knees from where you had been sitting on the bed to where he rests against the headboard. “Guess today is your lucky day then, Mr Miya.”

As you approach him his eyes dart from side to side, never making eye contact with yours, his cheeks still tinted pink, and hands curled into the bedsheets at his side. You slowly make your way between his outstretch legs and place your hands gently on his thighs, feeling them tense in response.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to ‘tsumu.” You appease, gently running your palms over his sweatpants absentmindedly.

“No, I want to. Just nervous ‘s all.” He mutters.

You smile brightly at him as he finally makes eye contact with you, albeit reluctantly. “All you have to do is lay back and tell me if it feels good or not. Easy!”

You hear him scoff but your focus is now on removing his sweatpants. With Atsumu’s assistance they make their way to your bedroom floor in a matter of seconds and your eyes are immediately drawn to the half hard appendage resting between his juicy thighs, only covered by the material of his underwear. Drool pools in your mouth and you can’t wait to put it to use.

With as much self-control as you can muster, you try to recall what you had learned before diving in headfirst, literally.

Anticipation is key. Always keep them on their toes.

Your palms find their way to Atsumu’s thighs once again and run over the smooth muscle, squeezing gently as you travel higher. You hear a sharp intake and the change in his breathing to quick shallow breaths only motivates you further.

Deciding to take the plunge, you remove his shirt to reveal his prominent abdominals before you connect your lips softly to the very hairline you had been fanaticising about. A barely audible groan rumbles in his chest and you can barely contain your excitement. Your kisses travel lower until you finally reach the waistband of his boxers, and his breathing audibly quickens. You teasingly trace your fingertips the slightest bit under the waistband as you make eye-contact with your best friend, his pupils blown, and eyes focused intently on your movements.

Slowly, you ease his boxers down his long legs before tossing it to the floor alongside his sweats, never breaking eye contact. Unable to take the suspense any longer, your eyes travel down the length of his torso to his naked lower half.

And there lies something you had only even imagined in your dreams, his fully hard cock lying against his stomach leaking droplets of precum, with enough girth and length to leave your throat and jaw aching for days to come. You had never wanted to put something in your mouth more than in this moment.

The tip and the underside of the penis is the most sensitive. Pay it the attention it deserves.

Gently grasping the twitching member, you settle on your knees between his thighs and place wet kisses to his tip and down the length of his shaft.

“Fuck.” Atsumu groans quietly upon contact as his head droops to rest on his left shoulder.

Lubrication is important and your mouth produces it for free.

Gathering all the spit that had accumulated in your mouth, you hover just above the head of his cock and let it slowly drip down from your tongue to his tip, watching as it trails down his length to your fist at the base.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Atsumu comments and the praise goes straight to your wet pussy.

“I’m glad. Any other words of wisdom you’d like to share?” you joke as your hand begins to coat his length in your spit with each upward motion, squeezing slightly as you reach the tip.

You momentarily lose his attention as his body focuses solely on the pleasure your right hand is bringing him, soft pants leaving his mouth and his abs clenching with each stroke.

“Atsumu?” you try to grab his attention, slowing your movements until his hazy eyes focus on yours.

It takes him a second before he finally responds to your previous question. “Other than for you get on with it, I have nothing to say.”

Glad to see that his sarcasm is still intact, you happily grant his request.

Start off slow and make sure that you are enjoying the process as much as your partner is.

Your tongue flattens as you lick the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, before engulfing the head into your warm and awaiting mouth, applying a bit of suction before sliding it out with a pop. The saltiness of his precum is something you easily get used to, and you find yourself savouring the heady taste.

Atsumu’s back arches as he feels the heat of your mouth envelop him before it disappears all to soon for his liking. His moan resonates through the room and his fists grasp that much tighter on the bedsheets, sweat beading on his chest.

Before Atsumu even has time to catch his breath, your mouth descends once again, and this time you’re able to take more of his length. The combination of your twirling tongue and suctions drives him wild while the incessant rotations of your hand at his base have his head tossing side to side and his eyes rolling back.

With each bob of your head, you’re able to take more of him, but gagging on your best friend’s dick was not in the cards for today, regardless of how badly you wanted him to fuck your throat until you couldn’t speak a word. You decide to take a more throat-friendly approach, one you were the most curious about.

The balls are your friends and not to be feared. Don’t neglect them.

Using your free hand, you trail it up his rigid thigh and carefully cup his balls into your palm, massaging them softly.

The action catches Atsumu off guard and causes his body to jerk unexpectantly, thrusting his cock a bit too close to your throat. You unconsciously retract and gather some much-needed oxygen into your lungs, breathing deeply.

Atsumu immediately reaches for you, eyes wide and frantic. “Shit! ‘m sorry. It felt good I promise. I was just shocked.”

“I’m fine ‘tsumu. I was just shocked as well. Now let me get back to what I was doing.” You push at his chest with a smirk until he’s lying against the headboard once again, returning your focus back to his still hard cock and ignoring his worried glances.

Your right hand continues its strokes while you attend to the heavy sacks dangling between his legs once again. This time, instead of your hand, you place teasing licks and kisses along each sack and Atsumu sighs in pleasure, sinking further into the mattress.

“Feel good, ‘tsumu?” you ask.

“Mmm.” He moans in return, concern long gone.

Satisfied with his response, you drag an experimental lick from his perineum to his balls before taking one into your mouth while your free hand fondles the other. Atsumu’s moans sound heavenly to your ears and only spear you on to drag more out of him. You switch to the other side so that neither go unattended before your attention is drawn to the twitching of his cock.

Wanting to feel each twitch on your tongue, your lips find their way around his length once again, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth and mixing with his precum that leaks in droves now. Atsumu voices your thoughts.

“Fuck! Fuck! ’m gonna come soon. Ya better pull off.” His fingers tangle in your hair but he makes no attempt to move you.

Reluctantly, you slide off his dick with a pop in order to ask, “Do you wanna come in my mouth, ‘tsumu?”

Due to his unfocused gaze and unrestrained groans, his unfiltered response doesn’t surprise you. “Yes! Please let me come in your mouth!”

With renewed vigour, you swallow his cock once again, using both hands now to focus on the never-ending length that you are too inexperienced to take whole. The wet sounds and groans that resonate around you have only added to the tingling between your legs and clenching your thighs does little to quench the pleasurable burn.

You receive three warnings, Atsumu’s hands tightening the grasp they have on your hair, the relentless throbbing of his cock and a breathless “Comin’!” before the taste of hot and salty cum fills your tastebuds and throat.

You try to swallow as much as you can before the need for air kicks in, the rest coating your fingers and Atsumu’s cock. Since you didn’t want to waste a drop, you lock eyes with Atsumu’s half-lidded ones while cleaning up the remainder of his cum from your body and his, licking your lips and drawing one last unabashed groan from him.

“So, how was it?” you ask cheerfully, in direct contrast to your best friends drained state, both physically and mentally.

“Ain’t no way that was ya first time doing that. My legs feel like jelly.” He admits breathlessly.

His reaction brings a smile to your face, and you’d be damned if you let this end all too quickly. “So, same time tomorrow?” you ask.

The look on Atsumu’s face coupled by his naked state is almost comical. “Wait, what?”

“Well, I haven’t been able to test out all that I’d learned. Did you think this was a one-time thing?” you ask innocently, an obvious ploy but one he falls for, nonetheless.

Sakusa greets you with a polite Good Evening.

“That’s such a nice dress, y/n. Was it girls night?” Hinata inquires and you so badly wish he was correct.

“Evening, everyone. And no it wasn’t girls night, I was celebrating my anniversary. Alone.” Your voice is stone cold and as you turn to walk towards your room you manage to catch a glimpse of the blood draining from Atsumu’s face.

“Baby, wait!” You hear from behind you but your pace doesn’t falter.

As you pass the threshold of your shared bedroom, you feel a hand on your shoulder turn you towards the last man you wanted to talk to at that moment, your gaze meeting his panic-stricken one.

“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot. And I got so distracted when the boys asked to come over to play video games, and-“

At that point you had tuned him out and resumed your walk towards your closet. Your feet were starting to ache from how long you had stood outside the restaurant waiting for his arrival and your dress was slightly damp from the unexpected drizzled you’d encountered.

Atsumu goes to grab your hand this time to gain your attention, but you pull it back as if you’d been burned.

“Don’t touch me. I waited more than 2 hours for you and I hadn’t received as much as a text back. This date has been planned for months and our anniversary is on the same date every year. I’m tired and cold so please give me some space.” Your voice is level but the lump in your throat only intensifies as you glance up at his apologetic face.

You’d spent hours shopping for the perfect outfit to celebrate your 3rd anniversary with your boyfriend, likewise with your hair and makeup. You’d practically skipped out of the front door, excusing the fact that he had not answered your message about his whereabouts, assuming that he’d been driving on his way to meet up with you after his practice. Instead, you’d been met with no date, no messages and a group of volleyball players in your living room after being stood up by one of their own.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you recall their awkward gazes and remember that they could hear your argument through the open door.

You swiftly grab a random pair of sweats and head into the en-suite before Atsumu can get another word out. Locking the door behind you, you slide down to the ground and bury your head in your trembling hands.

After a few deep breaths, to prevent the tears from falling, you change into your sweats and muster a glance in the mirror. Your makeup had surprisingly stood up against the drizzle but the same couldn’t be said about your hair as you take in the few stands that have started to curl in odd directions. You work quickly to remove your hours of work and tie your hair away from your face, successfully ignoring the soft raps against the door and the voice quietly calling your name.

One last deep breathe and you make your way to exit the bathroom, pulling on the handle with such force that Atsumu falls slighting, catching himself on the door frame.

Another slew of apologies and begging for another date as a do-over for his mistake resound but you ignore his pleas. If it weren’t the 3rd time over the last few months that he’d begged at your feet for a redo, you’d merely tell him that he owed you with a teasing glare, much as you had the first time he’d stood you up for a longer training session but it had now become a pattern and you weren’t naive enough to believe he wouldn’t do it a 4th time.

Instead you grab your handbag, exchange your heels for a pair of sneakers, and make your way to the front door once again, bypassing the group of men who look as if they don’t know if they should make a beeline for the door or stay and help defuse the situation. You speak before they can make a decision.

“It was nice seeing everyone again. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” You quickly turn towards the front door before a frantic hand grabs yours, ignoring your sharp glare.

“Baby, please! I know I made another mistake but please don’t leave. We can talk it through, please!” Unshed tears line his waterline, threatening to fall but you’re so physically and emotionally drained that they don’t tug on your heartstrings as you know they have in the past.

“I’m tired of talking, Atsumu.” He flinches as you use his full name instead of the loving ‘tsumi that you usually refer to him as. “All I’ve been doing is talking but nothing changes. I just need some space.”

His hand squeezes your limp one that he still has in his tight grasp, as if letting it go would mean letting you go forever.

“At least tell me where you’re going. I just wanna know that you’re safe.” You hate that his concern warms your heart the slightest bit.

“I’m just going to my parents house for the night and I’ll return tomorrow. I’ll be ready to talk then.” A bowl of your mother’s homemade soup would quickly lift your spirits and you desperately needed advice from a woman who has been married to an equally as stress-inducing man for the past 30 years.

Atsumu reluctantly releases your hand after a moment of silence and whispers an “Alright.”

When he makes no move to withhold you any longer, you turn on your heel and make your way to exit the apartment.

The Satoru that had just been trembling beneath you in the throes of pleasure is long gone, now replaced by someone hell bent on making you tremble instead.

His large hands have a tight grasp on your thighs as you straddle his face, pulling you closer to his awaiting mouth every time your hips start to hover. If Satoru’s smirk made you burn with rage, his tongue made you burn with desire. Every stripe that he licks from the bottom of your pussy all the way to your throbbing clit has you twitching and tightening your grip on his silky, white locks. 

“Fuck, ‘Toru!” you whine with your head thrown back and your eyes squeezed tight. 

The only response you get is a drawn-out moan against your pussy because your boyfriend insists that it’s not polite to talk with his mouth full. His tongue expertly switches from pressing long drags of his flattened tongue over your puffy pussy lips to suctioning your clit into his hot and wet mouth.

Your mind has become foggy and all you can focus on is the heat between your legs and the fire blooming in your core. Dragging your pussy against Satoru’s hard cock not even a few minutes earlier had left you craving your sweet release, and now you could taste it at the tip of your tongue. Or rather Satoru can taste it on the tip of his tongue. 

Your boyfriend’s licks turn aggravatingly slow, and you can’t restrain yourself from grinding your hips lower, seeking more pressure. As if reading your mind, Satoru sticks his tongue out flat and allows you to ride his face. Each roll of your hips is deeper than the last and his nose hitting your clit only intensifies the feeling. A shiver rolls down your spine and your head falls forward in ecstasy, while shallow pants and moans leave your lips. 

Finally opening your eyes, you take in your boyfriend beneath you. His baby blues are half-lidded and dazed, taking you in as your use him for your own pleasure, and his face is blushed a deep red, whether its due to the pressure against his face or with desire, you’ll never know. But covering his rosy cheeks is also copious amounts of your slick that’s been dragged across the lower half of his face and is surely dripping down his chin, a mixture of your arousal and Satoru’s spit. 

The sight makes your pussy clench, and wanting to feel your walls flex some more, Satoru’s hands tighten around your thighs to stop your ministrations and, instead, slides his tongue into your hole, switching between shallow thrusts of his tongue to wet flicks over your clit.

You double over, hands falling beside Satoru’s head as you both revel in the pleasure and try to escape its intensity. The moan that leaves your mouth can surely be heard throughout the neighbourhood but you’re no longer lucid enough to care. Your thighs and arms tremble in unison as you feel your impending orgasm approach. Your body stiffens in anticipation and, because Satoru knows you so well, he knows just how to throw you over the steep edge. 

A sharp slap lands on your ass cheek and your boyfriend uses both hands to grab a hold of your ass, bringing you infinitely closer to his open mouth before he releases a deep groan. The vibrations, coupled with how fucked out Satoru looks is more than enough and your orgasm hits you like a freight train, so intense that you barely register the unrestrained moans of your boyfriend’s name leaving your lips. You feel as if time stands still as your entire body throbs and twitches, before going completely limp before you gradually start to get feeling back into your limbs.

The high from your release had left you completely docile and you barely register that Satoru had flipped you over onto all fours, your head resting on your folded arms that are too weak to carry your weight, before taking his place behind you. 

“Fuck, Bunny.” Satoru’s groan is hoarse, and if not for the fact that your orgasm had left you incapable of moving, you might have felt a little sorry. “That was so hot. There’s no way I’m done with you yet though.” 

The slick slide of his tongue over your sensitive core sends your body jolting forward in overstimulation. The strength has finally returned to your body, and you manage to reach your arm back in an attempt to push his face away from your opening. 

“’Toru, it’s too sensitive.” You say, still slightly out of breath. 

“But Baby.” He mocks, “You said I can only stop when you say ‘stop’, and you haven’t said ‘stop’ yet.”

The words are about to leave your lips before they’re caught in the back of your throat. Satoru’s tongue is no longer aimed at your pussy, and instead has found its next target, slightly higher. The wet tip of his tongue circles the rim of your asshole that flexes in response. You feel Satoru sit up a bit before you hear the sound of spit leaving his mouth and feel it land right above your hole. As it drips down your crack and over your rim, you feel Satoru prod at your hole, forcing his spit and tongue inside.

A moan resounds from deep within your chest, and you attempt to pull your hips away from him, but his hands are quick to grab a hold of you and pull you back. 

“Not so fast, my love. This is payback for your teasing earlier.” Teeth nip at your ass, and you swat your hand back hoping to hit him, but fail.

“Stop teasing, ‘Toru. You’re supposed to be my slave and listen to my everyone command.” You whine playfully. 

You hear the bed creak behind as he moves. His hips press into you and his throbbing cock nestles itself between your ass cheeks, while he folds his body over yours. The heat from his chest settles over your back and you arch into him seeking more of his warmth.

His lips press delicate kisses in your neck and over your cheeks before he whispers into your ear, “But baby. We never agreed on when I would start being your slave.” A sordid laugh escapes him as he rises onto his knees again.

Just as you’re about to turn around and give him a piece of your mind, a heavy hand keeps your upper body pressed against the soft mattress.

 “Satoru, you son of a bitch.”

Another laugh, this time lighter, leaves his lips. “Don’t worry, darling. You know I worship you regardless. Now how about I show you how well I can take care of you and your pussy. Okay?” 

You’d hate to let Satoru get a one up on you but the incessant press of his cock over your folds is enough to have you grumbling your agreement into the mattress.

“What was that my love? I couldn’t hear you.” He taunts.

You twist your head slightly in order to glare at your grinning boyfriend. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll leave your balls as blue as your eyes, Satoru.”

He merely laughs at your threat. “Your wish is my command, your Majesty.”

You roll your eyes at his childish taunting, but soon they’re rolling for an entirely different reason.

The built-up tension from an evening of teasing has left Satoru impatient and he desperately seeks out the tightness of your walls as they swallow his length. The first swipe of his tip over your pussy lips has his mouth opening in a shallow pant and his hips finally push forward, allowing your pussy to swallow his dick whole and in one, quick thrust. 

You both moan in unison as his hips meet your ass and he presses light kisses along your back while you adjust to his impressive length. Not being able to wait any longer, your hips push back, allowing him to slide that much further, and he instantly gets the message. Pulling back, Satoru watches as his slick-coated cock leaves your pussy before he forcefully shoves it back in. It feels as if his length is reaching the back of your throat, yet its him who chokes as your walls throb around him. 

“Why. Are. You. So. Fucking. Tight.” Each word is punctuated with a deep thrust through clenched teeth but you’re unable to respond due to the intense pressure hitting your spot repeatedly.

“This pussy was made for me, right baby?” he continues. When he gets no response other than the continuous moans that fall from your lips, the sharp sting of his palm lands on your ass and his hips still.

“I asked you a question, princess. Use your big girl voice.” You whine hopelessly but he’s relentless. “Who was this pussy made for, princess?” 

Your body burns with desperation, and you choose to concede in order to relieve the dull ache. “You, ‘Toru. Only you.”

His hips continue their unyielding pace once again, and your mind immediately goes blank, only focusing on the pleasure that Satoru oh so generously provides. 

“That’s it, pretty baby. Only me. And this dick was only made for you so come on it as many times as you want.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice because you can already feel the tell-tale tingling of your orgasm approaching before it finally crashes over you in mind-numbing waves. Your fists grab the sheets below you and your back arches as your pussy throbs along Satoru’s cock.

“Shit!” Satoru curses from behind you as he’s quick to pull his length from your warmth. “Almost made me come to soon, baby. I still have more love to give you and your pussy.”

Softly, he rolls you over only your back and cups your flushed cheek, admiring your dazed expression. His eyes soften and a small smile adorns his face as he wipes your hair from your sweaty face.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers before diving in to lock your lips in a deep kiss. There’s no tongue or fighting for dominance, just a mutual display of the love you hold for each other. 

Your arms loop around his neck and your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in until he rests slightly on top of you

“I love you, ‘Toru.” You whisper against his lips. 

“And I love you, baby. So much.” he voices back. 

Your legs wrap tighter around his waist and his throbbing dick presses deeper against your core. Reaching between your bodies, your grab a hold of it and slide it back into your awaiting pussy. Satoru is quick to break away from the kiss, settling his head in the crevice of your neck and groaning against your skin. 

“Damn. I’m not going to last long, baby.” He pants into your ear, and you feel his hips twitch, pushing his length deeper.

Your hands card through his sweaty locks as you press kisses along the side of his face. “It’s okay. Come inside me, ‘Toru”. And who was he to deny you when you asked so nicely.

Rising to his knees, he folds your legs to your chest until you’re in a mating press and his hands rest on the backs of your thighs before his deep thrusts resume. Every plunge of his cock is met with one of your sharp cries and his deep groans.

The wet slapping resounding from where you two meet draws his eyes away from yours and the sight has his pace hastening. A mixture of your arousal, and his spit and precum pools between your thighs and sticks to his hips with every retreat, while squelching with every slap of his pubic bone against your clit.

“I’m close, princess. You’ll come with me, right?”

Your head tosses from side to side in pleasure despite how wrecked your pussy is. “Can’t ‘Toru. Can’t come anymore.” Tears line your eyes as you’re driven further into overstimulation.

“Just one more.” He pants, his hips losing their rhythm as he feels his high approaching. “You can do one more, right?”

His thumb quickly finds your battered clit, drawing tight circles over it and you have no choice but to nod once you feel the tell-tale stiffening of your body.

Looking through your tear-stained eyes, you gaze at Satoru whose eyes are shut tight with his mouth hanging open, no longer able to restrain his groans that steadily rise in pitch.

His eyes suddenly open and lock onto yours, knowing that neither of you can hold back any longer.

“Now, baby.” He moans and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm hits you. 

Your tight walls clamping Satoru’s cock throws him over the edge as well and his length throbs as he fills you to the brim, each twitch sending ropes of his come into your womb. His orgasm is so intense that his trembling arms eventually give out from beneath him and he lands on your limp body with an exhausted groan.

You allow yourself to enjoy the comforting weight above you for a second, before you weakly slap his back as an indication that he is slowly suffocating you. Reluctantly, he rolls off of your body and plops down on the bed next to you.

“We need to make bets like this more often, my love.” He laughs, his index finger tracing patterns across your bare thigh.

“Why do I feel like I’m the one who lost.” You whisper to yourself.

the next day

“You missed a spot, ‘Toru.” 

The sight of Satoru on his hands and knees, clutching a toothbrush and scrubbing the grime from between the bathroom tiles should not have thrilled you this much, but you can’t deny that it brings you great joy. 

“No, I didn’t.” he whines, a childish pout on his face as he gazes up at you from his spot on the floor.

“Yes, you did. Look right there.” You point towards a random tile. Although it sparkles under the fluorescent lights, you plan to keep up the rouse in favour of finally getting back at him for his constant teasing. 

“Baby, I have six eyes and none of them can see this spot you’re talking about.” He retorts.

 After a stressful day at work, you’d entered your shared apartment, only to be swooped up by your eager boyfriend and carried to your bedroom for some much-needed TLC. You had, quite foolishly, thought that your incessantly cocky boyfriend would keep his usual teasing remarks to himself in favour of a destressing dick-down, but those thoughts flew out the window as you felt a smirk stretch across his lips.

 “You’re always so eager to get into my pants, baby. Knew you couldn’t last a day without me. Bet you’re close to cumming already.” He whispers against your lips.

 Confidence drips off his tongue in droves, despite the fact that it was Satoru who couldn’t even wait until you had set your bag down at the entrance before whisking you away in his arms. After a long day of dealing with arrogant men, it was the last thing you wanted to hear when in need of relaxation and a release, despite its obvious truth.

 Sitting up, you glare down at him, wishing for nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. The wheels turn in your head before your smirk mirrors his.

 “We both know that sentiment applies to you more than me, and to prove it, how about a little game.”

 You know Satoru isn’t one to back down from a challenge, and when he readily agrees, you almost snicker at how easily he had fallen into your clutches.  

 You appraise his unsuspecting face before continuing. “If I can make you come in 10 minutes without penetration, you’ll be my slave for the next week. If I lose, I’ll be your slave for a week. Deal?”

 His smirk grows ten-fold, and you can’t wait until it evaporates into thin air, just like his chances of winning your strategically set up game.

 “Oh, Bunny.” He coos with mock sympathy. “You’re setting yourself up for failure here, but I must say I’m looking forward to having you as my slave for a week.”

 You choose to ignore his taunting and, instead, reach over to your nightstand, grab your phone and set a 10-minute timer.

 Before pressing start, you lean down to the shell of his ear and whisper, “In your dreams, ‘Toru.” You press start on the timer, and plop it onto the other side of the bed, without looking, before you place a playful kiss on his ear.

 Having been together for 3 years, you’re keenly aware of all Satoru’s weak spots and you intend to exploit them all tonight.

 Peeking your tongue out from between your lips, you gently swipe it along the rim of his ear before sucking the lobe into your mouth. You feel his body twitch slightly, but other than the slight tightening of his grasp on your hips, he makes no other moves.

 Your lips pepper kisses down the side of his neck, each occasional suction met with a deep inhale, as your fingers slide up his sides before landing on his muscular chest. You experimentally swipe your index finger over his right nipple. Twitch. Then the left. Twitch and a deep inhale. You can no longer hold off the smirk that graces your lips as you continue to trail kisses down his neck to his awaiting chest, where a rosy blush has blossomed.

 If not for the looming time restrictions, you would have taken your time in teasing him. Instead, you drag your flattened tongue over his hardened left nipple before suctioning it into your wet mouth. From previous experience, you know his left nipple was more sensitive that the right, so when his back rises off the bed slightly and a deep groan resounds in his chest, you silently cheer in triumph. You move onto the right nipple, replaying your ministration, and, in return, you’re rewarded with another, slightly softer, groan.

 Despite his betraying reactions, Satoru is nothing if not defiant. “Baby, you’re wasting your time. There’s no way I’ll come from this.”

 Poor little baby. He has no idea. His chest glows red but you choose not to comment.

 Without saying anything, you slide down along his body, purposefully grinding back on his length causing his hips to buck. You move back until you’re kneeling between his open thighs, your kisses trailing a path down to his lower abdomen. Your fingers dance around the waistband of his boxers before sinking in slightly.

 You take a moment to look up and drink in your boyfriend’s features for a second, where you’re met with a pink-cheeked, dreamy-eyed Satoru. His breathing is deeper than usual, and you mentally swoon at the bulging muscles in his arms as he grips the pillow situated beneath his head. His expectant gaze, however, reminds you of the task at hand.

 Your fingers reach further into his boxers before pulling them down and off of his never-ending legs, leaving your boyfriend stark naked. The body that Satoru spends day in and day out training lies before you, covered in a sheen of sweat and a dusting of pink. He has never looked more submissive and erotic, and you wish you had the time to admire him longer.

 But in the middle of all that perfection, however, lies something equally as mouth-watering. In all its 8-inch glory, Satoru’s dick, topped with lickable veins and droplets of precum, is a sight for sore eyes. If people thought his eyes were pretty, wait until they feasted their eyes on his dick. Not that you would ever allow it.

 Without missing a beat, you grab a hold of his girthy cock and attach your lips to the head, placing light kisses down his shaft. A shiver passes through your boyfriend and his grip tightens on his pillow.

 Once you reach his heavy balls, you take one into your awaiting mouth and simultaneously work your right hand up and down his length, flicking your wrist once you reach the tip and tightening your grip just the way you know he likes. Your left hand runs up and down his juicy thighs that flex every so often before softly grasping the neglected ball and massaging it gently.

 His hips, once again, lift off of the bed and a deep, barely restrained groan leaves his mouth. You watch as his abs clench in pleasure, before giving the left sack equal attention. Your hand continues working his shaft, using his precum as lube and you relish in the way it throbs. Popping his ball out of your mouth and giving each one last kiss, you travel lower, giving his perinium one long, prodding lick from rim to balls. Satoru’s dick and body twitch in unison, and the smirk returns to your lips.

 You don’t think you’ve heard fewer words out of your boyfriend’s mouth during sex and you feel immensely pleased with yourself for having shut the infamous Gojo Satoru up. His silence is short-lived, however.

 Trailing even lower, you spread his legs wider and nudge the tip of your tongue over the rim of his asshole. In response his legs jerk and another groan slips from beneath his gritted teeth.

 “Fuck.” Although whispered quietly, you still manage to catch the expletive as it leaves his lips. “Don’t stop, baby.”

 Your laugh vibrates through your body as your hand continues its ceaseless strokes. “I thought you wanted me as your slave, ‘Toru? It doesn’t seem like you’re trying very hard to win.”

 “This is nothing, baby.” His breathing begins to turn shallow.

 Despite his confident words, you feel the tell-tale throbbing of Satoru’s member, signalling that he was on the prepuce of orgasm.

 Returning to your knees, you grab hold of his shaft with both hands and you both watch as a glob of spit slowly leaves your mouth and drips down onto the head. Your mouth follows soon after as you encase his tip in a tight suction, your hands never letting up, a mixture of your spit and his precum tantalising your tastebuds.

 He can no longer hide the tremble of his thighs and how his head flails from side to side in pleasure. You know that you have victory in the bag, but you decide to take a risk in favour of making Satoru eat his words, despite the fact that you’re unaware of how long you have left of the challenge. Right before he’s about to come, you withdraw completely and watch a mixture of shock, agony and relief cross his features.

 Breathlessly, he stutters, “Wha…Why?”

 “I’m not done with you yet, baby.” You mock with a saccharine smile.

 You quickly peel your panties from your drenched thighs before straddling his hips once more. Immediately, your hips drop and your pussy rests on his aching dick. You’d been wet since you’d reached your bedroom and by now your slick had begun dripping from between your thighs, covering the entirety of Satoru’s dick as you glide along his length.

 With each grind your clit throbs and your eyes flutter in pure ecstasy. His hands have returned to your hips in a bruising hold, aiding your movements as you rotate your hips in tight circles over his tip before sliding back down. The moans and words of appraisal that leave his lips are music to your ears and spur you to move your hips that much faster.

 By now, Satoru’s eyes have closed as a last resort in regaining his composure and to ward off his impending orgasm, but you had one last trick up your sleeve. Reaching up, you switch between grabbing at your breasts and tweaking your hard nipples.

 “Open your eyes, Satoru.” You demand in a tone that he can in no way disobey and the sight before him is his undoing; blatant fondling, swollen lips and a wet friction between his legs.

 “Fuck, Bunny! I can’t. I’m cumming!”. With one last groan, Satoru simultaneously thrusts up and pulls you infinitely closer to where you are joined. Spurts of white cover his belly in large quantities and you can’t wait to lick them off.

 Satoru’s body eventually falls limp beneath you, limbs spread across the bed. His hair sticks to his drenched forehead and his eyes are closed in bliss as he gulps in as much air as his lungs can hold.

 Beep beep.

 The buzz of the alarm breaks the short silence, and you smile in victory as you turn it off.

 “Too bad ‘Toru. Now then.” Your finger taps your chin in mock thought. “As my first order in command, you have to eat me out until I say stop.”

 Before you even finish your sentence, you find yourself on your back with Satoru hovering above you.