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“Don’t gimme that look.” Karasu hums, readjusting his knees so he can bring himself down over you. “Ya know how it gets me.”

“But you’re being mean.”

Your voice breaks a bit, hips pushing up as he closes the distance between you and you almost get close enough to grind yourself up against his cock. But Karasu is faster, stronger. It only takes him a second to press his palm into your lower stomach and pin you back against the bed with a stare that makes your toes curl.

“Ya know that ain’t right.” He shakes his head, raising a brow at your pouty expression. “Don’t get bratty on me just ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ yer way.”

You sniffle at the way he says it, like you’re getting told off. But Karasu knows it’s quite the opposite, much like he gets with everyone around him— he’s known your limits from the very beginning. Knows when you need a little more patience and care, and this is one of those times, it’s always the same.

But when you’re giving him a little glassy blink from where you’re pressed back into the pillows beneath him, well— he’s not exactly made of impenetrable iron either.

“But Tabito….” You try again, an embarrassed hitch to your voice that makes Karasu’s cock throb from where it’s resting heavy against your thigh now. “I just really want it, I can’t wait any longer.”

You even go as far as to spread your legs a little wider, skin warm beneath his palm from where he’s pressing into you and when he looks down between your bodies he sees the way your slick glistens in the light, Karasu chuckles, eyeing you. “I see it, baby. Ya don’t gotta do all that.”

But he still gives in a little bit.

He keeps the touch gentle at first, his hand snaking between your bodies to swipe his fingers through the delicate petals of your pussy and your body rises to it immediately. Karasu strokes at you then, two fingers rubbing circles around your clit and he gathers your slick up to ease his movements— applying a little pressure, watching you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“There. Feels real nice, don’t it?” Karasu huffs, watching your mouth part as he slowly swipes back and forth over your clit. “But I know that still ain’t enough for ya.”

Your hands make fists in the comforter as you try to speak, but when Karasu goes back to drawing more shapes into your pussy it’s all for nought. He shifts a little bit then, leaning in to smear a kiss across your forehead and he drags a trail of precum along your thighs in the process.

Your legs tremble at the touch, threatening to close around his wrist and Karasu’s smirk leans more satisfied than sympathetic.

“What’s that, hm?” He says with his next sticky circle between your folds, his fingers soaked with your slick as his gaze drops between you. “Think yer ready?”

“I am.” Karasu almost chuckles at your eagerness, maybe he would if he was talking to you.

“Shhhhh, baby. Gotta let her answer me, yeah?” He glances up at you, then back down at your pussy and one side of his lips pull higher than the other when he hears you whine again. “Gotta hear it for myself.”

He does then, Karasu adds another finger to the mix as he rubs at you with three of them— your folds forced to spread wide for his touch and every twist of his wrist is so wet and loud that he can feel the embarrassment radiating off of you in waves.

Fuck, you turn him on when you wear that weary little look. Glassy eyes and fluttering lashes, puffy lips from where you’ve been sucking on them. The weight of his cock pulses again as he tries to bite back a hiss.

“Think yer about ready now.” Karasu groans.

Your eyes jump up at that, to plea in place of your words because you’re not trusting your voice to beg. Except for one little word that manages to slip through and change it all.

“Daddy…..”

Karasu’s cock jumps as you say it, drooling all over your spread thighs with precum and he allows himself a deep growl beneath his breath at how hot it is. Enough to push himself upright before he’s pulling away, and you give him a look like you’re going to cry when his touch leaves you.

He’s not going anywhere though, ‘cept even closer.

“Ya want it that bad, huh?” Karasu murmurs, swiping his soaked fingers along his shaft as he gives you a sharp look. “Ya make it real hard to say no to ya sometimes. Ya know that though, don’t ya?”

“I— I don’t…”

“No?”

You shake your head next, desperate— an innocent little gleam in your eyes that makes Karasu want to eat it right out of you. You know how that gets to him, and he thinks you play into it, that sick part of his brain that wants to corrupt and ruin you.

The thought alone drives him to crawl between your thighs again, close enough this time for the tip of his cock to graze between your slick folds and it’s adorable the way your hips shake in delight when he uses his hand to press you down again.

But Karasu’s eyes spark in amusement before he’s offering you a slow roll of his hips first, and the thick tip presses up against your clit as he forces your hips to stay pinned against the mattress.

You begin to whine instantly, legs trying to wrap about him so you can pull him close but he clicks his tongue. “Ya ain’t foolin’ me, baby.” He smirks, groaning at the way he watches your slick cling to the thick shaft of his cock before he stretches out his neck to the side, and his fingers squeeze into your skin. “’ll see to it ya get yer fill.”

Your lashes flutter, and a soft little “More” slips from between your lips. “Please? Can take it this time.”

Karasu’s eyes feel like they burn through you. “Well that depends who yer askin’, baby. Remind me again.”

“D-daddy.”

Karasu snorts as his palm stays pressed up against your hip, but the other takes a slow fistful of his cock at the base before he gives himself a few more strokes. And the sight of it makes you bite on your lower lip before he’s angling himself to line up with the entrance to your cunt.

“That’s right. I was just easin’ ya into it ‘s all, givin’ ya a lil more time.”

But after that, he doesn’t waste anymore. The first press of the tip is bigger than you always seem to anticipate— no matter how many times he fucks you, you’ve always got that same look about you as he feeds you that first inch.

Always beggin’ for much more than you’re ready to take.

It’s just the tip, resting inside of your walls but already Karasu can feel the way your hips are shaking beneath the strength of his palm. He presses you even deeper into the mattress to keep you still, making sure you can’t hump your hips up for more— but he offers you a slow stutter of his hips anyway, feeling the way your walls squeeze and twitch around the head of his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Yer lookin’ real cute takin’ it, think ya can keep going? Take it all?” Karasu’s words strain, his eyes lidded as he looks you over.

But your head nods anyway, like you’re not already fighting against that tight coil of pleasure he can feel. “Y-yeah.”

Karasu smirks then, his lungs quaking in his chest as he tries to hold himself back, tries to ease you into it but you’re already shaking before he can even take his next breath. You’re too needy, too wound up and warm that you can’t stop your pussy squeezing.

Another inch and he feels the way you seem to get even tighter— it makes you gasp out something garbled and choked off, and his hold on you is so tight at this point you’re sure it will bruise.

“Careful.” He murmurs, tries his best to draw it back.

But you’re so sensitive, and it’s instantaneous, accidental— the way your walls suddenly begin to twitch as Karasu’s thick cock is pushed against the coiling nerves of your tight pussy. Your eyes squeeze closed, and your hands start tugging at the blankets beneath you as you begin to writhe and twist— cumming all over his cock when he’s barely even half way in.

But fuck— Karasu loves it. Loves the humiliated little expression you make as you try not to whine about it, poor hips jutting beneath his palm as he keeps you pressed beneath him with his strength. He forces you to stay creaming around his cock as he eases you through it with a few shallow thrusts, smears his lips across your cheek before pressing them to the shell of your ear.

"I tried to tell ya, baby. Gotta let me handle it." There’s a teasing hint to his tone, something that makes you burn and jerk beneath him even more— like you’re desperate to hide, knowing there’s no way he’ll let you.

"K-keep going." Your voice cracks. Body loose and pliant but you still try to grab on his broad shoulders and hold him close. He tilts his head down at you.

"Ya sure? Don't want it to be too much for ya."

But you cut him off, lips pouting out with your bleary eyes as you mutter out pleasepleaseplease’s and i can take it’s! and who is Karasu to deny you as he loops you real tight in his arms.

The next pleased shift of Karasu’s hips squelches loud and wet as you answer, but when he turns to smear another kiss against your cheek this time— he thinks it’s so fucking cute the way you turn to meet it.

“I like ya when yer greedy.” Karasu hums, chuckling as he draws his hips back an inch in anticipation. Your body shakes in his hold as he kisses your cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya.”

“Don’t gimme that look.” Karasu hums, readjusting his knees so he can bring himself down over you. “Ya know how it gets me.”

“But you’re being mean.”

Your voice breaks a bit, hips pushing up as he closes the distance between you and you almost get close enough to grind yourself up against his cock. But Karasu is faster, stronger. It only takes him a second to press his palm into your lower stomach and pin you back against the bed with a stare that makes your toes curl.

“Ya know that ain’t right.” He shakes his head, raising a brow at your pouty expression. “Don’t get bratty on me just ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ yer way.”

You sniffle at the way he says it, like you’re getting told off. But Karasu knows it’s quite the opposite, much like he gets with everyone around him— he’s known your limits from the very beginning. Knows when you need a little more patience and care, and this is one of those times, it’s always the same.

But when you’re giving him a little glassy blink from where you’re pressed back into the pillows beneath him, well— he’s not exactly made of impenetrable iron either.

“But Tabito….” You try again, an embarrassed hitch to your voice that makes Karasu’s cock throb from where it’s resting heavy against your thigh now. “I just really want it, I can’t wait any longer.”

You even go as far as to spread your legs a little wider, skin warm beneath his palm from where he’s pressing into you and when he looks down between your bodies he sees the way your slick glistens in the light, Karasu chuckles, eyeing you. “I see it, baby. Ya don’t gotta do all that.”

But he still gives in a little bit.

He keeps the touch gentle at first, his hand snaking between your bodies to swipe his fingers through the delicate petals of your pussy and your body rises to it immediately. Karasu strokes at you then, two fingers rubbing circles around your clit and he gathers your slick up to ease his movements— applying a little pressure, watching you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“There. Feels real nice, don’t it?” Karasu huffs, watching your mouth part as he slowly swipes back and forth over your clit. “But I know that still ain’t enough for ya.”

Your hands make fists in the comforter as you try to speak, but when Karasu goes back to drawing more shapes into your pussy it’s all for nought. He shifts a little bit then, leaning in to smear a kiss across your forehead and he drags a trail of precum along your thighs in the process.

Your legs tremble at the touch, threatening to close around his wrist and Karasu’s smirk leans more satisfied than sympathetic.

“What’s that, hm?” He says with his next sticky circle between your folds, his fingers soaked with your slick as his gaze drops between you. “Think yer ready?”

“I am.” Karasu almost chuckles at your eagerness, maybe he would if he was talking to you.

“Shhhhh, baby. Gotta let her answer me, yeah?” He glances up at you, then back down at your pussy and one side of his lips pull higher than the other when he hears you whine again. “Gotta hear it for myself.”

He does then, Karasu adds another finger to the mix as he rubs at you with three of them— your folds forced to spread wide for his touch and every twist of his wrist is so wet and loud that he can feel the embarrassment radiating off of you in waves.

Fuck, you turn him on when you wear that weary little look. Glassy eyes and fluttering lashes, puffy lips from where you’ve been sucking on them. The weight of his cock pulses again as he tries to bite back a hiss.

“Think yer about ready now.” Karasu groans.

Your eyes jump up at that, to plea in place of your words because you’re not trusting your voice to beg. Except for one little word that manages to slip through and change it all.

“Daddy…..”

Karasu’s cock jumps as you say it, drooling all over your spread thighs with precum and he allows himself a deep growl beneath his breath at how hot it is. Enough to push himself upright before he’s pulling away, and you give him a look like you’re going to cry when his touch leaves you.

He’s not going anywhere though, ‘cept even closer.

“Ya want it that bad, huh?” Karasu murmurs, swiping his soaked fingers along his shaft as he gives you a sharp look. “Ya make it real hard to say no to ya sometimes. Ya know that though, don’t ya?”

“I— I don’t…”

“No?”

You shake your head next, desperate— an innocent little gleam in your eyes that makes Karasu want to eat it right out of you. You know how that gets to him, and he thinks you play into it, that sick part of his brain that wants to corrupt and ruin you.

The thought alone drives him to crawl between your thighs again, close enough this time for the tip of his cock to graze between your slick folds and it’s adorable the way your hips shake in delight when he uses his hand to press you down again.

But Karasu’s eyes spark in amusement before he’s offering you a slow roll of his hips first, and the thick tip presses up against your clit as he forces your hips to stay pinned against the mattress.

You begin to whine instantly, legs trying to wrap about him so you can pull him close but he clicks his tongue. “Ya ain’t foolin’ me, baby.” He smirks, groaning at the way he watches your slick cling to the thick shaft of his cock before he stretches out his neck to the side, and his fingers squeeze into your skin. “’ll see to it ya get yer fill.”

Your lashes flutter, and a soft little “More” slips from between your lips. “Please? Can take it this time.”

Karasu’s eyes feel like they burn through you. “Well that depends who yer askin’, baby. Remind me again.”

“D-daddy.”

Karasu snorts as his palm stays pressed up against your hip, but the other takes a slow fistful of his cock at the base before he gives himself a few more strokes. And the sight of it makes you bite on your lower lip before he’s angling himself to line up with the entrance to your cunt.

“That’s right. I was just easin’ ya into it ‘s all, givin’ ya a lil more time.”

But after that, he doesn’t waste anymore. The first press of the tip is bigger than you always seem to anticipate— no matter how many times he fucks you, you’ve always got that same look about you as he feeds you that first inch.

Always beggin’ for much more than you’re ready to take.

It’s just the tip, resting inside of your walls but already Karasu can feel the way your hips are shaking beneath the strength of his palm. He presses you even deeper into the mattress to keep you still, making sure you can’t hump your hips up for more— but he offers you a slow stutter of his hips anyway, feeling the way your walls squeeze and twitch around the head of his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Yer lookin’ real cute takin’ it, think ya can keep going? Take it all?” Karasu’s words strain, his eyes lidded as he looks you over.

But your head nods anyway, like you’re not already fighting against that tight coil of pleasure he can feel. “Y-yeah.”

Karasu smirks then, his lungs quaking in his chest as he tries to hold himself back, tries to ease you into it but you’re already shaking before he can even take his next breath. You’re too needy, too wound up and warm that you can’t stop your pussy squeezing.

Another inch and he feels the way you seem to get even tighter— it makes you gasp out something garbled and choked off, and his hold on you is so tight at this point you’re sure it will bruise.

“Careful.” He murmurs, tries his best to draw it back.

But you’re so sensitive, and it’s instantaneous, accidental— the way your walls suddenly begin to twitch as Karasu’s thick cock is pushed against the coiling nerves of your tight pussy. Your eyes squeeze closed, and your hands start tugging at the blankets beneath you as you begin to writhe and twist— cumming all over his cock when he’s barely even half way in.

But fuck— Karasu loves it. Loves the humiliated little expression you make as you try not to whine about it, poor hips jutting beneath his palm as he keeps you pressed beneath him with his strength. He forces you to stay creaming around his cock as he eases you through it with a few shallow thrusts, smears his lips across your cheek before pressing them to the shell of your ear.

"I tried to tell ya, baby. Gotta let me handle it." There’s a teasing hint to his tone, something that makes you burn and jerk beneath him even more— like you’re desperate to hide, knowing there’s no way he’ll let you.

"K-keep going." Your voice cracks. Body loose and pliant but you still try to grab on his broad shoulders and hold him close. He tilts his head down at you.

"Ya sure? Don't want it to be too much for ya."

But you cut him off, lips pouting out with your bleary eyes as you mutter out pleasepleaseplease’s and i can take it’s! and who is Karasu to deny you as he loops you real tight in his arms.

The next pleased shift of Karasu’s hips squelches loud and wet as you answer, but when he turns to smear another kiss against your cheek this time— he thinks it’s so fucking cute the way you turn to meet it.

“I like ya when yer greedy.” Karasu hums, chuckling as he draws his hips back an inch in anticipation. Your body shakes in his hold as he kisses your cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya.”

“Don’t gimme that look.” Karasu hums, readjusting his knees so he can bring himself down over you. “Ya know how it gets me.”

“But you’re being mean.”

Your voice breaks a bit, hips pushing up as he closes the distance between you and you almost get close enough to grind yourself up against his cock. But Karasu is faster, stronger. It only takes him a second to press his palm into your lower stomach and pin you back against the bed with a stare that makes your toes curl.

“Ya know that ain’t right.” He shakes his head, raising a brow at your pouty expression. “Don’t get bratty on me just ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ yer way.”

You sniffle at the way he says it, like you’re getting told off. But Karasu knows it’s quite the opposite, much like he gets with everyone around him— he’s known your limits from the very beginning. Knows when you need a little more patience and care, and this is one of those times, it’s always the same.

But when you’re giving him a little glassy blink from where you’re pressed back into the pillows beneath him, well— he’s not exactly made of impenetrable iron either.

“But Tabito….” You try again, an embarrassed hitch to your voice that makes Karasu’s cock throb from where it’s resting heavy against your thigh now. “I just really want it, I can’t wait any longer.”

You even go as far as to spread your legs a little wider, skin warm beneath his palm from where he’s pressing into you and when he looks down between your bodies he sees the way your slick glistens in the light, Karasu chuckles, eyeing you. “I see it, baby. Ya don’t gotta do all that.”

But he still gives in a little bit.

He keeps the touch gentle at first, his hand snaking between your bodies to swipe his fingers through the delicate petals of your pussy and your body rises to it immediately. Karasu strokes at you then, two fingers rubbing circles around your clit and he gathers your slick up to ease his movements— applying a little pressure, watching you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“There. Feels real nice, don’t it?” Karasu huffs, watching your mouth part as he slowly swipes back and forth over your clit. “But I know that still ain’t enough for ya.”

Your hands make fists in the comforter as you try to speak, but when Karasu goes back to drawing more shapes into your pussy it’s all for nought. He shifts a little bit then, leaning in to smear a kiss across your forehead and he drags a trail of precum along your thighs in the process.

Your legs tremble at the touch, threatening to close around his wrist and Karasu’s smirk leans more satisfied than sympathetic.

“What’s that, hm?” He says with his next sticky circle between your folds, his fingers soaked with your slick as his gaze drops between you. “Think yer ready?”

“I am.” Karasu almost chuckles at your eagerness, maybe he would if he was talking to you.

“Shhhhh, baby. Gotta let her answer me, yeah?” He glances up at you, then back down at your pussy and one side of his lips pull higher than the other when he hears you whine again. “Gotta hear it for myself.”

He does then, Karasu adds another finger to the mix as he rubs at you with three of them— your folds forced to spread wide for his touch and every twist of his wrist is so wet and loud that he can feel the embarrassment radiating off of you in waves.

Fuck, you turn him on when you wear that weary little look. Glassy eyes and fluttering lashes, puffy lips from where you’ve been sucking on them. The weight of his cock pulses again as he tries to bite back a hiss.

“Think yer about ready now.” Karasu groans.

Your eyes jump up at that, to plea in place of your words because you’re not trusting your voice to beg. Except for one little word that manages to slip through and change it all.

“Daddy…..”

Karasu’s cock jumps as you say it, drooling all over your spread thighs with precum and he allows himself a deep growl beneath his breath at how hot it is. Enough to push himself upright before he’s pulling away, and you give him a look like you’re going to cry when his touch leaves you.

He’s not going anywhere though, ‘cept even closer.

“Ya want it that bad, huh?” Karasu murmurs, swiping his soaked fingers along his shaft as he gives you a sharp look. “Ya make it real hard to say no to ya sometimes. Ya know that though, don’t ya?”

“I— I don’t…”

“No?”

You shake your head next, desperate— an innocent little gleam in your eyes that makes Karasu want to eat it right out of you. You know how that gets to him, and he thinks you play into it, that sick part of his brain that wants to corrupt and ruin you.

The thought alone drives him to crawl between your thighs again, close enough this time for the tip of his cock to graze between your slick folds and it’s adorable the way your hips shake in delight when he uses his hand to press you down again.

But Karasu’s eyes spark in amusement before he’s offering you a slow roll of his hips first, and the thick tip presses up against your clit as he forces your hips to stay pinned against the mattress.

You begin to whine instantly, legs trying to wrap about him so you can pull him close but he clicks his tongue. “Ya ain’t foolin’ me, baby.” He smirks, groaning at the way he watches your slick cling to the thick shaft of his cock before he stretches out his neck to the side, and his fingers squeeze into your skin. “’ll see to it ya get yer fill.”

Your lashes flutter, and a soft little “More” slips from between your lips. “Please? Can take it this time.”

Karasu’s eyes feel like they burn through you. “Well that depends who yer askin’, baby. Remind me again.”

“D-daddy.”

Karasu snorts as his palm stays pressed up against your hip, but the other takes a slow fistful of his cock at the base before he gives himself a few more strokes. And the sight of it makes you bite on your lower lip before he’s angling himself to line up with the entrance to your cunt.

“That’s right. I was just easin’ ya into it ‘s all, givin’ ya a lil more time.”

But after that, he doesn’t waste anymore. The first press of the tip is bigger than you always seem to anticipate— no matter how many times he fucks you, you’ve always got that same look about you as he feeds you that first inch.

Always beggin’ for much more than you’re ready to take.

It’s just the tip, resting inside of your walls but already Karasu can feel the way your hips are shaking beneath the strength of his palm. He presses you even deeper into the mattress to keep you still, making sure you can’t hump your hips up for more— but he offers you a slow stutter of his hips anyway, feeling the way your walls squeeze and twitch around the head of his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Yer lookin’ real cute takin’ it, think ya can keep going? Take it all?” Karasu’s words strain, his eyes lidded as he looks you over.

But your head nods anyway, like you’re not already fighting against that tight coil of pleasure he can feel. “Y-yeah.”

Karasu smirks then, his lungs quaking in his chest as he tries to hold himself back, tries to ease you into it but you’re already shaking before he can even take his next breath. You’re too needy, too wound up and warm that you can’t stop your pussy squeezing.

Another inch and he feels the way you seem to get even tighter— it makes you gasp out something garbled and choked off, and his hold on you is so tight at this point you’re sure it will bruise.

“Careful.” He murmurs, tries his best to draw it back.

But you’re so sensitive, and it’s instantaneous, accidental— the way your walls suddenly begin to twitch as Karasu’s thick cock is pushed against the coiling nerves of your tight pussy. Your eyes squeeze closed, and your hands start tugging at the blankets beneath you as you begin to writhe and twist— cumming all over his cock when he’s barely even half way in.

But fuck— Karasu loves it. Loves the humiliated little expression you make as you try not to whine about it, poor hips jutting beneath his palm as he keeps you pressed beneath him with his strength. He forces you to stay creaming around his cock as he eases you through it with a few shallow thrusts, smears his lips across your cheek before pressing them to the shell of your ear.

"I tried to tell ya, baby. Gotta let me handle it." There’s a teasing hint to his tone, something that makes you burn and jerk beneath him even more— like you’re desperate to hide, knowing there’s no way he’ll let you.

"K-keep going." Your voice cracks. Body loose and pliant but you still try to grab on his broad shoulders and hold him close. He tilts his head down at you.

"Ya sure? Don't want it to be too much for ya."

But you cut him off, lips pouting out with your bleary eyes as you mutter out pleasepleaseplease’s and i can take it’s! and who is Karasu to deny you as he loops you real tight in his arms.

The next pleased shift of Karasu’s hips squelches loud and wet as you answer, but when he turns to smear another kiss against your cheek this time— he thinks it’s so fucking cute the way you turn to meet it.

“I like ya when yer greedy.” Karasu hums, chuckling as he draws his hips back an inch in anticipation. Your body shakes in his hold as he kisses your cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya.”

“Don’t gimme that look.” Karasu hums, readjusting his knees so he can bring himself down over you. “Ya know how it gets me.”

“But you’re being mean.”

Your voice breaks a bit, hips pushing up as he closes the distance between you and you almost get close enough to grind yourself up against his cock. But Karasu is faster, stronger. It only takes him a second to press his palm into your lower stomach and pin you back against the bed with a stare that makes your toes curl.

“Ya know that ain’t right.” He shakes his head, raising a brow at your pouty expression. “Don’t get bratty on me just ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ yer way.”

You sniffle at the way he says it, like you’re getting told off. But Karasu knows it’s quite the opposite, much like he gets with everyone around him— he’s known your limits from the very beginning. Knows when you need a little more patience and care, and this is one of those times, it’s always the same.

But when you’re giving him a little glassy blink from where you’re pressed back into the pillows beneath him, well— he’s not exactly made of impenetrable iron either.

“But Tabito….” You try again, an embarrassed hitch to your voice that makes Karasu’s cock throb from where it’s resting heavy against your thigh now. “I just really want it, I can’t wait any longer.”

You even go as far as to spread your legs a little wider, skin warm beneath his palm from where he’s pressing into you and when he looks down between your bodies he sees the way your slick glistens in the light, Karasu chuckles, eyeing you. “I see it, baby. Ya don’t gotta do all that.”

But he still gives in a little bit.

He keeps the touch gentle at first, his hand snaking between your bodies to swipe his fingers through the delicate petals of your pussy and your body rises to it immediately. Karasu strokes at you then, two fingers rubbing circles around your clit and he gathers your slick up to ease his movements— applying a little pressure, watching you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“There. Feels real nice, don’t it?” Karasu huffs, watching your mouth part as he slowly swipes back and forth over your clit. “But I know that still ain’t enough for ya.”

Your hands make fists in the comforter as you try to speak, but when Karasu goes back to drawing more shapes into your pussy it’s all for nought. He shifts a little bit then, leaning in to smear a kiss across your forehead and he drags a trail of precum along your thighs in the process.

Your legs tremble at the touch, threatening to close around his wrist and Karasu’s smirk leans more satisfied than sympathetic.

“What’s that, hm?” He says with his next sticky circle between your folds, his fingers soaked with your slick as his gaze drops between you. “Think yer ready?”

“I am.” Karasu almost chuckles at your eagerness, maybe he would if he was talking to you.

“Shhhhh, baby. Gotta let her answer me, yeah?” He glances up at you, then back down at your pussy and one side of his lips pull higher than the other when he hears you whine again. “Gotta hear it for myself.”

He does then, Karasu adds another finger to the mix as he rubs at you with three of them— your folds forced to spread wide for his touch and every twist of his wrist is so wet and loud that he can feel the embarrassment radiating off of you in waves.

Fuck, you turn him on when you wear that weary little look. Glassy eyes and fluttering lashes, puffy lips from where you’ve been sucking on them. The weight of his cock pulses again as he tries to bite back a hiss.

“Think yer about ready now.” Karasu groans.

Your eyes jump up at that, to plea in place of your words because you’re not trusting your voice to beg. Except for one little word that manages to slip through and change it all.

“Daddy…..”

Karasu’s cock jumps as you say it, drooling all over your spread thighs with precum and he allows himself a deep growl beneath his breath at how hot it is. Enough to push himself upright before he’s pulling away, and you give him a look like you’re going to cry when his touch leaves you.

He’s not going anywhere though, ‘cept even closer.

“Ya want it that bad, huh?” Karasu murmurs, swiping his soaked fingers along his shaft as he gives you a sharp look. “Ya make it real hard to say no to ya sometimes. Ya know that though, don’t ya?”

“I— I don’t…”

“No?”

You shake your head next, desperate— an innocent little gleam in your eyes that makes Karasu want to eat it right out of you. You know how that gets to him, and he thinks you play into it, that sick part of his brain that wants to corrupt and ruin you.

The thought alone drives him to crawl between your thighs again, close enough this time for the tip of his cock to graze between your slick folds and it’s adorable the way your hips shake in delight when he uses his hand to press you down again.

But Karasu’s eyes spark in amusement before he’s offering you a slow roll of his hips first, and the thick tip presses up against your clit as he forces your hips to stay pinned against the mattress.

You begin to whine instantly, legs trying to wrap about him so you can pull him close but he clicks his tongue. “Ya ain’t foolin’ me, baby.” He smirks, groaning at the way he watches your slick cling to the thick shaft of his cock before he stretches out his neck to the side, and his fingers squeeze into your skin. “’ll see to it ya get yer fill.”

Your lashes flutter, and a soft little “More” slips from between your lips. “Please? Can take it this time.”

Karasu’s eyes feel like they burn through you. “Well that depends who yer askin’, baby. Remind me again.”

“D-daddy.”

Karasu snorts as his palm stays pressed up against your hip, but the other takes a slow fistful of his cock at the base before he gives himself a few more strokes. And the sight of it makes you bite on your lower lip before he’s angling himself to line up with the entrance to your cunt.

“That’s right. I was just easin’ ya into it ‘s all, givin’ ya a lil more time.”

But after that, he doesn’t waste anymore. The first press of the tip is bigger than you always seem to anticipate— no matter how many times he fucks you, you’ve always got that same look about you as he feeds you that first inch.

Always beggin’ for much more than you’re ready to take.

It’s just the tip, resting inside of your walls but already Karasu can feel the way your hips are shaking beneath the strength of his palm. He presses you even deeper into the mattress to keep you still, making sure you can’t hump your hips up for more— but he offers you a slow stutter of his hips anyway, feeling the way your walls squeeze and twitch around the head of his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Yer lookin’ real cute takin’ it, think ya can keep going? Take it all?” Karasu’s words strain, his eyes lidded as he looks you over.

But your head nods anyway, like you’re not already fighting against that tight coil of pleasure he can feel. “Y-yeah.”

Karasu smirks then, his lungs quaking in his chest as he tries to hold himself back, tries to ease you into it but you’re already shaking before he can even take his next breath. You’re too needy, too wound up and warm that you can’t stop your pussy squeezing.

Another inch and he feels the way you seem to get even tighter— it makes you gasp out something garbled and choked off, and his hold on you is so tight at this point you’re sure it will bruise.

“Careful.” He murmurs, tries his best to draw it back.

But you’re so sensitive, and it’s instantaneous, accidental— the way your walls suddenly begin to twitch as Karasu’s thick cock is pushed against the coiling nerves of your tight pussy. Your eyes squeeze closed, and your hands start tugging at the blankets beneath you as you begin to writhe and twist— cumming all over his cock when he’s barely even half way in.

But fuck— Karasu loves it. Loves the humiliated little expression you make as you try not to whine about it, poor hips jutting beneath his palm as he keeps you pressed beneath him with his strength. He forces you to stay creaming around his cock as he eases you through it with a few shallow thrusts, smears his lips across your cheek before pressing them to the shell of your ear.

"I tried to tell ya, baby. Gotta let me handle it." There’s a teasing hint to his tone, something that makes you burn and jerk beneath him even more— like you’re desperate to hide, knowing there’s no way he’ll let you.

"K-keep going." Your voice cracks. Body loose and pliant but you still try to grab on his broad shoulders and hold him close. He tilts his head down at you.

"Ya sure? Don't want it to be too much for ya."

But you cut him off, lips pouting out with your bleary eyes as you mutter out pleasepleaseplease’s and i can take it’s! and who is Karasu to deny you as he loops you real tight in his arms.

The next pleased shift of Karasu’s hips squelches loud and wet as you answer, but when he turns to smear another kiss against your cheek this time— he thinks it’s so fucking cute the way you turn to meet it.

“I like ya when yer greedy.” Karasu hums, chuckling as he draws his hips back an inch in anticipation. Your body shakes in his hold as he kisses your cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya.”

“You don’t think it’s cute?” You tease him once more, pouting with your question as you wiggle the plushie in his face again, but this time he makes quick work of plucking it out of your hands before holding it out in-front of him. It’s almost like a mirror image of your boyfriend as he stares blankly at the soft toy between his fingers, and you think if he wasn’t already stuffed— looks would definitely kill.

It makes you feel bad for the little guy, so you try to reach out to grab him back again.

“Hey! Don’t steal him!” Your attempt is half hearted but your boyfriend easily keeps it out of your reach anyway, casting you a telling glance.

“You don’t need it when I’m here.” Rin places him down to the other side of the couch that he knows you can’t reach. Obviously pouting, definitely jealous— but it’s in a way that you can’t help but find endearing.

Actually, it makes you pull your feet out from beneath his thigh before pushing yourself up to your knees and he watches you as you shift yourself around. He wonders if you’re going to make a dash for the plushie or if you’re going to leave without either of them— so he waits to see what your next move will before reacting.

But you don’t do either of those things, infact you end up crawling yourself into Rin’s lap instead and it’s almost too easy the way he reaches out to welcome you.

“It’s okay, Rin.” You pat on his chest as you get yourself comfortable and you feel the weight of your boyfriend’s palms rest softly on your waist when you set yourself down. “I have some for you too.”

It’s tender, the way that you bring your palms up to cup Rin’s cheeks as his features scrunch up a bit when you begin to pepper him in quick kisses. He doesn’t seem to mind it, in fact— his hands are massaging at your waist at the attention and you’re pretty sure with every press of your lips, he only seems to pull you closer.

You make sure to leave a particularly lingering one on the corner of his lips last, and by the time you’ve pulled away from giving your Rin his equal share of kisses. He’s already red in the face.

“If you want something just tell me that, I’ll buy it for you.” Your boyfriend huffs before he reaches up to cup his hand around the back of your neck, and he gently guides you into the crook of his neck until you’re resting against him comfortably. You inhale the scent of him as you nuzzle in closer and you leave a tiny little kiss onto the side of his throat that makes him shudder.

“Then I want the new team shirt.”

“Tch. You can just wear one of mine.”

Rin’s been asleep by your side a while, he pulled a sleep mask over his eyes to hide himself from the light and then knocked out fairly quickly. He was a peaceful sleeper, didn’t move much or even make much noise for that matter, but he hadn’t roused when you’d cuddled yourself into his side and that’s how you knew he was still out cold.

You’re resting your head on his shoulder, a shared blanket resting over both of you while you blink at the movie on the screen, and your finger traces absentmindedly along his abdomen as you watch. That’s how it’s been for the past two or three hours, and as comfortable as you are it’s gotten to point where your brain is in need of a little enrichment, so that’s what ultimately encourages you to finally decide to wake him.

Well, that and the imminent meal you’re about to enjoy.

You tilt your head a bit more onto Rin’s shoulder, feeling the lean muscle shift beneath your weight and you angle yourself in a way that lets you blink up at him. His hair is a little messy from the seat, but he looks so serene and relaxed from what you can see that you almost feel bad for waking him.

“Rin?” You say after a beat of admiration, voice gentle and coaxing, and Rin was light enough a sleeper than it seems to rouse him immediately.

“Hm?” He shifts.

“We’re eating soon.” You say, rubbing at his chest now. “You’ll miss it.”

He doesn’t complain too much, doesn’t really say much at all apart from the odd sleepy squeak as he stretches himself out a bit. His fingers ease under the the elastic of the sleep mask and he pulls it off in one smooth motion, his eyes squinting slightly as he readjusts to the new found light.

But then fairly quickly, they’re on you, blinking drowsily.

“Did you sleep well?” You ask, finger continuing to trace his abdomen in soothing movements.

Rin wasn’t much of a talker when it came to just waking up, but he answers your question with a nod of his head. You think it’s cute actually, how peaceful he always seems; it’s a stark comparison to how he looks on the field, or when his friends are teasing him. He’s like a little kitten in these moments, and you can’t resist the urge to reach out and smooth his hair down with your fingers, his at-ease state emphasised in the way he just lets you.

“Are you hungry?” You ask again after a few more seconds of brushing your hands through Rin’s hair, and this time he shifts himself in his seat before actually answering.

“Yeah.”

“It’ll be here soon.” You respond and he just blinks at you, all soft and still flushed from sleep. It makes you just want to squish at his cheeks or kiss him all over, but after a few more moments of playing with Rin’s hair you opt to rest your hand back down on his stomach instead.

“You’re so cute like this.” You laugh, brushing your palm along the toned muscles in big motions.

It makes Rin’s drowsy gaze blink at you before a pout rests on his features, “I’m not.”

“Are too.”

“Stop.” He grumbles, teetering on a whine before he’s shifting with his voice. He’s just trying to get comfy again, but when he moves you let your hand absentmindedly drop down to his hips and that’s when you feel it.

Rin seems to feel it too considering how quickly his body freezes in his seat.

You give him a look for a few drawn out seconds, and you can tell by the way he’s suddenly paying so much attention to the movie on the screen, along with the flush on the tips of his ears, that he’s deliberately trying not to meet your gaze. So your hand just rests on the outline of his hard cock in his sweats without moving.

“It’s your fault,” Rin mutters after a moment, frowning at the screen. “You’re touching me weird.”

It almost makes you laugh, “I’m hardly touching you at all.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still touching me.”

“Okay, I’ll stop touching you then.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Rin’s quick to respond when you go to pull your hand away from him, as much as he knows that’s exactly what you want him to say. He flushes a bit more, “You can touch me.”

You listen though, but instead of resting your hand back on his abdomen, you let it crawl back down to the place over his cock. It’s concealed enough by the blanket over his lap where anyone else in first class who walked past wouldn’t be able to see it, but then again, you doubt anyone’s nosey enough to go looking into other people’s cubicles anyway.

Or so you hope.

Your eyes narrow at the side of Rin’s pretty profile, and as if he can feel your attention on him, his body rewards you with a twitch.

“Isn’t this making it worse? Since me touching you is such a big deal.” You say, carefully purring out your words in a way that has Rin biting on the inside of his cheek.

He tries to calm his frustration with a shrug, “Just ignore it.” He says, eyes forward. “It’s not a big deal. You’re just being deliberately stupid.”

“You’re grumpy after your nap, Rin.” You huff, twisting yourself more into Rin’s shoulder but you still wriggle in a bit closer as you mourn the sleepy, peaceful attitude he had a few moments ago.

“I’m not.” He grits back after a few beats, but then a few seconds later he mutters out a quiet little “Sorry.” anyway.

It makes you giggle, all soft and affectionate with your hand still resting on his cock.

“I forgive you.”

You sit like that for a few moments longer, but as if you find yourself getting a bit restless again you begin to move your hands. It’s not deliberate, not at first atleast but you begin slowly. Your hand shifts beneath the fabric of the blanket over Rin’s lap, and you feel his body go rigid at your side— your fingers grazing soft and nimble touches up the sensitive outline of his cock in his sweats.

He exhales a sigh at first, one that’s most likely half-pleasure and half-irritation, but when you finally give his bulge a little squeeze you notice the way he has to strain himself to sit still.

“Don’t.” Rin’s eyes finally dart to you again, his jaw clenching tighter with every touch of your fingertips. “Not here.”

Your lips pout out, “What will you do about it then?”

“I’ll just think of shitty stuff and it’ll go away on its own, it’s fine.”

“But it’s so hard.” You speak quietly up at Rin, but loud enough for him to hear and your voice takes a whispery sort of whine. One that’s saccharine and convincing while one of your fingers trace around the outline of his sensitive tip. “It must be so uncomfortable.”

“You’re not making it better.”

“I’m not even doing anything.” You flutter your lashes, faux innocence stored away in your pout and he sees right through it.

“Stop making that face.”

“This is just my face.”

“It’s not.” Rin’s cock twitches again, as if it’s got a mind of its own and you can’t help the way your smile tilts up into something smug. His cheeks flush red, but you do him the honour of wrapping your hand around him anyway, giving the thick shaft a squeeze for his patience.

“If you want me to help, you only have to ask me.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Really?” You drawl out the word, shifting in close until your lips graze his jawline and Rin has to grit his teeth to make sure he doesn’t let a sound slip.

“Don’t move so much.” He huffs, hips quivering beneath the next silky trace of your hands across his lap and Rin fists at the blanket over his lap as he rises into it. He’s always been so responsive and sensitive to your touches, and it seems even being surrounded by a whole plane of people is no exception to that fact.

“Do you think you can be quiet?” You ask again, low and breathy this time as you deliberately exhale the words across Rin’s throat, and you watch goosebumps burst along the flesh.

He swallows, “Yeah.”

And this time you don’t respond, not with words anyway, but with the swift motion of your hand drawing back enough to push down the waistband of Rin’s sweats. You know it’s risky, considering the fact you know dinner will be arriving soon, not to mention there’s a whole cabin of people just outside of your barely concealed cubicle. But when your hands wrap around the shaft of Rin’s cock and give him a squeeze you don’t feel like caring about anything else.

You start slow, with barely there, subtle strokes of your palm that go mostly unnoticed behind the concealment of the blanket but you think if anything, Rin would be the one to give it away. His head is resting back against his seat again, hair probably messier now than it was when he first woke up but his eyes are squeezed closed, his cheeks are bright red and his hands are almost curling fists into the sides of his seat.

It makes you grin to yourself, how easy it is to draw pleasure out of him. He almost melts with the next stroke of your palm, his whole body shuddering with each languid pull of your wrist and he has to bite down on his lower lip to make sure he doesn’t moan.

“Feel better already?” You ask, emphasising the question by dragging your fist up over the length of his cock. You roll your thumb along the blunt tip in slow circles, swiping over the beads of precum that gather there before smearing it along the sensitive nerves.

You don’t miss the way it earns you a sharp look. “Don’t tease.”

“Answer my question then.”

Rin swallows, but he nods. “Go slower.” He says after a breath, his voice uneven, low and ragged. But you listen, and his hips jerk involuntarily when you slow your pace down into long, heavy strokes, still trying your best not to make the motion too obvious to anyone who might walk by.

“Like that?” You say, continuing to jerk him off with silky twists of your wrist. You give his cock another unhurried, soothing pull of your palm and as if by instinct his hips thrust up to follow it.

“Shit, yeah.” Rin grits his teeth, head rolling back. “Fuck, like that. Keep doing that.”

“People are gonna hear you.”

“Shutup, they won’t.”

They might, you think. You don’t know if Rin can hear it yet— the roll out of your meal, the wheels on the cart that the flight attendants are pushing just a few rows up. If he does, he doesn’t call it out— and if he doesn’t, you don’t feel like interrupting his bliss.

So you keep at it, finding a pace that’s slow and saccharine, until Rin’s back is arching against his seat and his hands are fisting at the blanket over his lap, clawing at his thighs. His cock throbs in your hold as you continue to stroke at him, every shuddering squeeze of your palm leaving him desperate as he chases the next, pre-cum smearing all along the inside of his sweats.

Rin turns to look at you again, with bleary eyes and parted lips, flushed right down the collar of his sweatshirt and you give him a smile while continuing to pump his cock beneath the blanket, offering him an expectant look.

“Kiss me.” Rin huffs, rolling his hips into your fist again and you’re thankful for the natural sounds of the plane around you, the steady hum doing wonders to drown out the faint, rhythmic, wet sounds that are beginning to echo from your little first class cubicle.

You don’t give in the first time, but Rin’s too caught up in his pleasure to be mad about it. So he asks again, cock twitching and thickening against your palm.

“I’m close, fuck— kiss me.”

This time you do, even if it’s only to quiet the growing volume of Rin’s voice as he cums with a low, muffled growl against your lips. Your mouth crashes into his, and Rin grabs your face in his hands as he drinks you up eagerly, pressing his tongue hard against yours as the first streak of his load begins to drip down your fingertips. His whole body feels like it shakes, and every shudder and stutter of his hips no doubt ruins the luxury fabric of the aircraft blanket as he makes a mess of his lap and sweats.

But after a few more slow, long pulls of your palm he finally settles, and he leaves you with a few more lingering pecks as he squeezes at your cheeks. His hand continues to stroke back and forth over your skin as he tries to catch his breath.

“Better now?” You ask when Rin finally pulls away, trying hard not to giggle at the flustered look on his face.

But when he finally opens his mouth to respond, no doubt with something sharp, there’s a faint knock on the outside of the cubicle that makes you both jump. The sound is closely followed by the smiling face of the attendant as she peers into your little space.

“Are you ready for your meal?” She asks kindly, and if she notices the mess of you both she doesn’t say anything. But still, you nod your head towards Rin first, and try not to make any movements that may be too obvious when you pull back your cum-soiled hand back from beneath your boyfriend’s ruined sweats.

“You first, Rin.”

But it ain’t nothin’ to do with the way your lips are pouting out because of how you’ve smooshed your cheek against his shoulder, and Zanka doesn’t realise that he’s tilted himself over a bit to get a closer look. He’s just concerned you’re gonna wake up stiff given the position, and internally he’s torn between waking you up to avoid it or considering readjusting you himself.

Would you think it’s weird if he didn’t wake you up? It’s not like you meant to fall asleep on his shoulder, and he wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed when you realise just how close you both are. I mean, yeah— you and Zanka are close friends, and you’ve been physically affectionate before but not exactly like this.

Is he overthinking it? It’s not that he doesn’t like it or anything, but he doesn’t want you thinking he’s taking advantage of your vulnerable, sleeping form either. Zanka sighs to himself as he tries to slow down all of the thoughts in his brain, knowing fine well that he’s thinking too much into this, but then you shift a little bit more following another particularly harsh turn of the truck and suddenly he’s rigid again.

His eyes are wide, and his hands twitch as if they’re about to reach out and grab you as he feels your position sway in a bit closer. Part of him doesn’t want this to be over yet, and part of him is afraid you’re gonna wake up with the movement, it’s probably written all over his face.

But before he can decide what the hell he’s gonna do, he hears his name sound from the front seat.

“You good back there, Zanka?” Enjin’s voice suddenly calls out of nowhere, snapping his attention up to meet his gaze in the rear-view mirror.

“W-why would ya ask that?” Zanka responds quickly, realising he’s being a little bit too loud before casting you a worried glance. He relaxes a bit when he sees you’re still asleep.

“Oh? No reason.” Enjin hums, amusement evident in his tone of voice but the blood is too loud in Zanka’s ears for him to notice. It’s rushing right to the tips until they’re flushing pink.

He tries to settle back after that, sinking more of himself into the old, busted seat of the truck, but when he closes his eyes all he can feel is your exhales against the neckline of his uniform and your chest against his arm. He feels his brows furrow, but his eyes remain closed, trying to focus on something else that’s not your close proximity or the smell of your perfume.

Zanka focuses on the idle chatter of the radio, the sound of the gravel beneath the wheels of the truck, Enjin’s quiet whistling as he focuses on the road infront of him. He sways again following another harsh turn, and when you move with it he doesn’t hesitate to reach out to grab you, moving instinctively as his hands steady you at the waist.

Except when he opens his eyes this time to peek at you, you’re blinking back at him. Bleary-eyed and drowsy, yawning as Zanka almost snatches his hands back away from you with a gasp that nearly sends him flying back. The reaction earns him a chuckle from the driver’s seat and he feels all of the blood rush to the apples of his cheeks as he tries not to look too guilty.

You press your palm into your eyes as you tilt your head to blink up at him, “Sorry, did I fall asleep?”

Zanka shrugs, trying to play it off, but failing miserably as he turns his attention to something that’s apparently real interesting outside. “Seems like it. Ya can blame Enjin’s drivin’ for bein’ the one to wake ya.”

You grumble a bit, frowning towards the rear-view mirror but Enjin only casts you both a sorry wave, making you scoff.

“Your shoulder was comfy atleast.” You hum, half-yawning after a few moments and Zanka whips his head back towards you so quickly he almost flies off of his seat for the nth time today. Blame it on Enjin’s driving.

“Huh? Ya knew about that?” He gapes initially, but shakes it off when it earns him a tilt of your head. “I mean, it ain’t like I was gonna let ya fall, it’s no big deal.”

You laugh anyway, like he said something hilarious. It’s like you’re asking for trouble when you laugh at him like that, because Zanka hates the effect it has on him. The way it makes him feel like he’s accomplished something by making you smile, the way he wants to puff out his chest and do it again.

It’s a real average quality of his, but before he can get in his head about whatever’s going on you bring him back. Smiling.

“Thank you, Zanka.” You say, still pretty and half-awake, and even now Zanka can still feel the way your warm body had felt pressed up against his. He swallows, hoping it’ll be enough to let him keep his cool, and you’re looking at him like you want him to say something.

He shakes his head after a few moments and leans back against his seat again, shrugging once more. “Don’t… don’t mention it, why ya even thankin’ me? It’s not like I did anythin’”

“You were a very comfy pillow.”

“Are ya sure that’s even a compliment?” Zanka mutters, like his cheeks aren’t pink. Like he’s not gonna die, like you’re not gonna kill him with praise. Why does that even count? He’s so painfully average it hurts.

“You should offer me your shoulder more often, seems I sleep much better that way.” You mutter, softly as Zanka feels Enjin pull the truck into the parking lot of Headquarters, and he finds himself looking over at you as you shimmy away to the other side of the car seat. Readying yourself to get out of the truck. His eyes linger on you, and as if you can feel it you turn around to look at him, smiling like you’re grateful for something.

Grateful for him.

Yep, Zanka thinks he might actually die.

But it ain’t nothin’ to do with the way your lips are pouting out because of how you’ve smooshed your cheek against his shoulder, and Zanka doesn’t realise that he’s tilted himself over a bit to get a closer look. He’s just concerned you’re gonna wake up stiff given the position, and internally he’s torn between waking you up to avoid it or considering readjusting you himself.

Would you think it’s weird if he didn’t wake you up? It’s not like you meant to fall asleep on his shoulder, and he wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed when you realise just how close you both are. I mean, yeah— you and Zanka are close friends, and you’ve been physically affectionate before but not exactly like this.

Is he overthinking it? It’s not that he doesn’t like it or anything, but he doesn’t want you thinking he’s taking advantage of your vulnerable, sleeping form either. Zanka sighs to himself as he tries to slow down all of the thoughts in his brain, knowing fine well that he’s thinking too much into this, but then you shift a little bit more following another particularly harsh turn of the truck and suddenly he’s rigid again.

His eyes are wide, and his hands twitch as if they’re about to reach out and grab you as he feels your position sway in a bit closer. Part of him doesn’t want this to be over yet, and part of him is afraid you’re gonna wake up with the movement, it’s probably written all over his face.

But before he can decide what the hell he’s gonna do, he hears his name sound from the front seat.

“You good back there, Zanka?” Enjin’s voice suddenly calls out of nowhere, snapping his attention up to meet his gaze in the rear-view mirror.

“W-why would ya ask that?” Zanka responds quickly, realising he’s being a little bit too loud before casting you a worried glance. He relaxes a bit when he sees you’re still asleep.

“Oh? No reason.” Enjin hums, amusement evident in his tone of voice but the blood is too loud in Zanka’s ears for him to notice. It’s rushing right to the tips until they’re flushing pink.

He tries to settle back after that, sinking more of himself into the old, busted seat of the truck, but when he closes his eyes all he can feel is your exhales against the neckline of his uniform and your chest against his arm. He feels his brows furrow, but his eyes remain closed, trying to focus on something else that’s not your close proximity or the smell of your perfume.

Zanka focuses on the idle chatter of the radio, the sound of the gravel beneath the wheels of the truck, Enjin’s quiet whistling as he focuses on the road infront of him. He sways again following another harsh turn, and when you move with it he doesn’t hesitate to reach out to grab you, moving instinctively as his hands steady you at the waist.

Except when he opens his eyes this time to peek at you, you’re blinking back at him. Bleary-eyed and drowsy, yawning as Zanka almost snatches his hands back away from you with a gasp that nearly sends him flying back. The reaction earns him a chuckle from the driver’s seat and he feels all of the blood rush to the apples of his cheeks as he tries not to look too guilty.

You press your palm into your eyes as you tilt your head to blink up at him, “Sorry, did I fall asleep?”

Zanka shrugs, trying to play it off, but failing miserably as he turns his attention to something that’s apparently real interesting outside. “Seems like it. Ya can blame Enjin’s drivin’ for bein’ the one to wake ya.”

You grumble a bit, frowning towards the rear-view mirror but Enjin only casts you both a sorry wave, making you scoff.

“Your shoulder was comfy atleast.” You hum, half-yawning after a few moments and Zanka whips his head back towards you so quickly he almost flies off of his seat for the nth time today. Blame it on Enjin’s driving.

“Huh? Ya knew about that?” He gapes initially, but shakes it off when it earns him a tilt of your head. “I mean, it ain’t like I was gonna let ya fall, it’s no big deal.”

You laugh anyway, like he said something hilarious. It’s like you’re asking for trouble when you laugh at him like that, because Zanka hates the effect it has on him. The way it makes him feel like he’s accomplished something by making you smile, the way he wants to puff out his chest and do it again.

It’s a real average quality of his, but before he can get in his head about whatever’s going on you bring him back. Smiling.

“Thank you, Zanka.” You say, still pretty and half-awake, and even now Zanka can still feel the way your warm body had felt pressed up against his. He swallows, hoping it’ll be enough to let him keep his cool, and you’re looking at him like you want him to say something.

He shakes his head after a few moments and leans back against his seat again, shrugging once more. “Don’t… don’t mention it, why ya even thankin’ me? It’s not like I did anythin’”

“You were a very comfy pillow.”

“Are ya sure that’s even a compliment?” Zanka mutters, like his cheeks aren’t pink. Like he’s not gonna die, like you’re not gonna kill him with praise. Why does that even count? He’s so painfully average it hurts.

“You should offer me your shoulder more often, seems I sleep much better that way.” You mutter, softly as Zanka feels Enjin pull the truck into the parking lot of Headquarters, and he finds himself looking over at you as you shimmy away to the other side of the car seat. Readying yourself to get out of the truck. His eyes linger on you, and as if you can feel it you turn around to look at him, smiling like you’re grateful for something.

Grateful for him.

Yep, Zanka thinks he might actually die.

But it ain’t nothin’ to do with the way your lips are pouting out because of how you’ve smooshed your cheek against his shoulder, and Zanka doesn’t realise that he’s tilted himself over a bit to get a closer look. He’s just concerned you’re gonna wake up stiff given the position, and internally he’s torn between waking you up to avoid it or considering readjusting you himself.

Would you think it’s weird if he didn’t wake you up? It’s not like you meant to fall asleep on his shoulder, and he wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed when you realise just how close you both are. I mean, yeah— you and Zanka are close friends, and you’ve been physically affectionate before but not exactly like this.

Is he overthinking it? It’s not that he doesn’t like it or anything, but he doesn’t want you thinking he’s taking advantage of your vulnerable, sleeping form either. Zanka sighs to himself as he tries to slow down all of the thoughts in his brain, knowing fine well that he’s thinking too much into this, but then you shift a little bit more following another particularly harsh turn of the truck and suddenly he’s rigid again.

His eyes are wide, and his hands twitch as if they’re about to reach out and grab you as he feels your position sway in a bit closer. Part of him doesn’t want this to be over yet, and part of him is afraid you’re gonna wake up with the movement, it’s probably written all over his face.

But before he can decide what the hell he’s gonna do, he hears his name sound from the front seat.

“You good back there, Zanka?” Enjin’s voice suddenly calls out of nowhere, snapping his attention up to meet his gaze in the rear-view mirror.

“W-why would ya ask that?” Zanka responds quickly, realising he’s being a little bit too loud before casting you a worried glance. He relaxes a bit when he sees you’re still asleep.

“Oh? No reason.” Enjin hums, amusement evident in his tone of voice but the blood is too loud in Zanka’s ears for him to notice. It’s rushing right to the tips until they’re flushing pink.

He tries to settle back after that, sinking more of himself into the old, busted seat of the truck, but when he closes his eyes all he can feel is your exhales against the neckline of his uniform and your chest against his arm. He feels his brows furrow, but his eyes remain closed, trying to focus on something else that’s not your close proximity or the smell of your perfume.

Zanka focuses on the idle chatter of the radio, the sound of the gravel beneath the wheels of the truck, Enjin’s quiet whistling as he focuses on the road infront of him. He sways again following another harsh turn, and when you move with it he doesn’t hesitate to reach out to grab you, moving instinctively as his hands steady you at the waist.

Except when he opens his eyes this time to peek at you, you’re blinking back at him. Bleary-eyed and drowsy, yawning as Zanka almost snatches his hands back away from you with a gasp that nearly sends him flying back. The reaction earns him a chuckle from the driver’s seat and he feels all of the blood rush to the apples of his cheeks as he tries not to look too guilty.

You press your palm into your eyes as you tilt your head to blink up at him, “Sorry, did I fall asleep?”

Zanka shrugs, trying to play it off, but failing miserably as he turns his attention to something that’s apparently real interesting outside. “Seems like it. Ya can blame Enjin’s drivin’ for bein’ the one to wake ya.”

You grumble a bit, frowning towards the rear-view mirror but Enjin only casts you both a sorry wave, making you scoff.

“Your shoulder was comfy atleast.” You hum, half-yawning after a few moments and Zanka whips his head back towards you so quickly he almost flies off of his seat for the nth time today. Blame it on Enjin’s driving.

“Huh? Ya knew about that?” He gapes initially, but shakes it off when it earns him a tilt of your head. “I mean, it ain’t like I was gonna let ya fall, it’s no big deal.”

You laugh anyway, like he said something hilarious. It’s like you’re asking for trouble when you laugh at him like that, because Zanka hates the effect it has on him. The way it makes him feel like he’s accomplished something by making you smile, the way he wants to puff out his chest and do it again.

It’s a real average quality of his, but before he can get in his head about whatever’s going on you bring him back. Smiling.

“Thank you, Zanka.” You say, still pretty and half-awake, and even now Zanka can still feel the way your warm body had felt pressed up against his. He swallows, hoping it’ll be enough to let him keep his cool, and you’re looking at him like you want him to say something.

He shakes his head after a few moments and leans back against his seat again, shrugging once more. “Don’t… don’t mention it, why ya even thankin’ me? It’s not like I did anythin’”

“You were a very comfy pillow.”

“Are ya sure that’s even a compliment?” Zanka mutters, like his cheeks aren’t pink. Like he’s not gonna die, like you’re not gonna kill him with praise. Why does that even count? He’s so painfully average it hurts.

“You should offer me your shoulder more often, seems I sleep much better that way.” You mutter, softly as Zanka feels Enjin pull the truck into the parking lot of Headquarters, and he finds himself looking over at you as you shimmy away to the other side of the car seat. Readying yourself to get out of the truck. His eyes linger on you, and as if you can feel it you turn around to look at him, smiling like you’re grateful for something.

Grateful for him.

Yep, Zanka thinks he might actually die.

But it ain’t nothin’ to do with the way your lips are pouting out because of how you’ve smooshed your cheek against his shoulder, and Zanka doesn’t realise that he’s tilted himself over a bit to get a closer look. He’s just concerned you’re gonna wake up stiff given the position, and internally he’s torn between waking you up to avoid it or considering readjusting you himself.

Would you think it’s weird if he didn’t wake you up? It’s not like you meant to fall asleep on his shoulder, and he wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed when you realise just how close you both are. I mean, yeah— you and Zanka are close friends, and you’ve been physically affectionate before but not exactly like this.

Is he overthinking it? It’s not that he doesn’t like it or anything, but he doesn’t want you thinking he’s taking advantage of your vulnerable, sleeping form either. Zanka sighs to himself as he tries to slow down all of the thoughts in his brain, knowing fine well that he’s thinking too much into this, but then you shift a little bit more following another particularly harsh turn of the truck and suddenly he’s rigid again.

His eyes are wide, and his hands twitch as if they’re about to reach out and grab you as he feels your position sway in a bit closer. Part of him doesn’t want this to be over yet, and part of him is afraid you’re gonna wake up with the movement, it’s probably written all over his face.

But before he can decide what the hell he’s gonna do, he hears his name sound from the front seat.

“You good back there, Zanka?” Enjin’s voice suddenly calls out of nowhere, snapping his attention up to meet his gaze in the rear-view mirror.

“W-why would ya ask that?” Zanka responds quickly, realising he’s being a little bit too loud before casting you a worried glance. He relaxes a bit when he sees you’re still asleep.

“Oh? No reason.” Enjin hums, amusement evident in his tone of voice but the blood is too loud in Zanka’s ears for him to notice. It’s rushing right to the tips until they’re flushing pink.

He tries to settle back after that, sinking more of himself into the old, busted seat of the truck, but when he closes his eyes all he can feel is your exhales against the neckline of his uniform and your chest against his arm. He feels his brows furrow, but his eyes remain closed, trying to focus on something else that’s not your close proximity or the smell of your perfume.

Zanka focuses on the idle chatter of the radio, the sound of the gravel beneath the wheels of the truck, Enjin’s quiet whistling as he focuses on the road infront of him. He sways again following another harsh turn, and when you move with it he doesn’t hesitate to reach out to grab you, moving instinctively as his hands steady you at the waist.

Except when he opens his eyes this time to peek at you, you’re blinking back at him. Bleary-eyed and drowsy, yawning as Zanka almost snatches his hands back away from you with a gasp that nearly sends him flying back. The reaction earns him a chuckle from the driver’s seat and he feels all of the blood rush to the apples of his cheeks as he tries not to look too guilty.

You press your palm into your eyes as you tilt your head to blink up at him, “Sorry, did I fall asleep?”

Zanka shrugs, trying to play it off, but failing miserably as he turns his attention to something that’s apparently real interesting outside. “Seems like it. Ya can blame Enjin’s drivin’ for bein’ the one to wake ya.”

You grumble a bit, frowning towards the rear-view mirror but Enjin only casts you both a sorry wave, making you scoff.

“Your shoulder was comfy atleast.” You hum, half-yawning after a few moments and Zanka whips his head back towards you so quickly he almost flies off of his seat for the nth time today. Blame it on Enjin’s driving.

“Huh? Ya knew about that?” He gapes initially, but shakes it off when it earns him a tilt of your head. “I mean, it ain’t like I was gonna let ya fall, it’s no big deal.”

You laugh anyway, like he said something hilarious. It’s like you’re asking for trouble when you laugh at him like that, because Zanka hates the effect it has on him. The way it makes him feel like he’s accomplished something by making you smile, the way he wants to puff out his chest and do it again.

It’s a real average quality of his, but before he can get in his head about whatever’s going on you bring him back. Smiling.

“Thank you, Zanka.” You say, still pretty and half-awake, and even now Zanka can still feel the way your warm body had felt pressed up against his. He swallows, hoping it’ll be enough to let him keep his cool, and you’re looking at him like you want him to say something.

He shakes his head after a few moments and leans back against his seat again, shrugging once more. “Don’t… don’t mention it, why ya even thankin’ me? It’s not like I did anythin’”

“You were a very comfy pillow.”

“Are ya sure that’s even a compliment?” Zanka mutters, like his cheeks aren’t pink. Like he’s not gonna die, like you’re not gonna kill him with praise. Why does that even count? He’s so painfully average it hurts.

“You should offer me your shoulder more often, seems I sleep much better that way.” You mutter, softly as Zanka feels Enjin pull the truck into the parking lot of Headquarters, and he finds himself looking over at you as you shimmy away to the other side of the car seat. Readying yourself to get out of the truck. His eyes linger on you, and as if you can feel it you turn around to look at him, smiling like you’re grateful for something.

Grateful for him.

Yep, Zanka thinks he might actually die.