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crying bc i didnât get to finish my choso breeding fic before Motherâs Day was over
GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU YOU MF CYCLOPS
Casual
Content Contains: NSFW, fem reader, first person, casual fling comes back around, Ging is a deadbeat even to his lovers, reader is angry, slight possessiveness, oral (reader receives), cum inside, does this even make sense?Â
Word Count: 3.6k (short)Â
The incessant knocking on my door that pulled me out of my sleep left a scowl on my face that only grew once I saw the culprit. âWhy are you here?â It was less of a question, carrying a tone of disdain towards the man standing in front of me.
âWhat? Didnâtcha miss me?â He pushed past me before kicking his shoes off and throwing his rain-soaked coat on the floor by my feet. The splash of the cold, wet rain sent a shiver up my leg. My lip curled up further.
âMaybe three months ago the answer couldâve been âYes Ging, oh I missed you so much! Gimme a smooch!â Now I feel more like beating your ass,â I slammed the door before locking it.Â
He didnât look back at me but just laughed. âMy clothes still in that bedside dresser? Iâm soaked here.âÂ
I rubbed my face aggressively, restraining myself from beating at his back. âWhy. Are. You. Here,â I spoke through gritted teeth. There was a time where I longed for Ging, a time where he couldâve come in and out of my home and I would be there every time to welcome his return; that time was now long gone I convinced myself.Â
This time he did look back, already halfway towards my bedroom, âI was passing by and figured Iâd stop in.â My jaw began to hurt as my back teeth ground together. That dumbass smile he had made my blood boil, he had no shame.Â
I stomped in after him; he already had his shirt off and was working on his pants as his leftover clothes were strewn across my bed. âSee? I knew they were still here,â he turned to face me, âCouldnât forget such fond memories, huh?â My teeth felt like they were gonna break in half at any moment.
âChange and get out, you canât stay. Oh, and donât forget to take your clothes this time,â I sternly stated before turning back around. I felt his hand wrap around my wrist. I froze momentarily at how quick he was.Â
I turned to see Ging still shirtless, his pants unbuckled and his boxers exposed. I fought to keep my eyes locked on his, âYou donât have to be so sour with me.âÂ
I tried my best to stay composed. I sighed, âYou disappeared for three months, no one could find you. No letters, no calls, nothing. You really expect me to not move on at all during a time like that?âÂ
His face dropped for a second before he raised one eyebrow slightly, âMove on?â He sounded like he didnât believe me.Â
I maintained my confidence, âYes, move on. As in; I found someone else, someone more stable.â It was a lie. In reality, I hadnât been able to talk to anyone, wasting each night staying up late with the hopes that Ging would come knocking at my door like he did tonight. However, somewhere in the last couple of weeks, the painstaking yearning turned into anger; I promised myself Iâd slam the door on his face and tell him to suck one. I cursed myself for failing at the first part.
Ging tilted his head to the side, tch. âWho?âÂ
My body grew rigid since I knew Ging was able to see right through me, but I couldnât stop here. âYou wouldnât know him, heâs just a regular, civilian office worker.â A cold sweat began to form on the back of my neck, why was I so nervous? Â
A soft chuckle left his mouth, âSo where is he?â He made a point to look around, pointing out that there was no reminder of any other man but him in my house.
âHe travels a lot. Besides, weâre in the beginning of a relationship. We decided to take it slow and not leave our stuff at each othersâ places,â I shrugged, trying to stay cool. Both of us knew this wasnât true, we both knew there was no one else. I couldnât help but to avoid his gaze. âAnyway, you canât stay here, get moving,â I moved to grab the doorknob, but Gingâs hand on the door kept it from opening.
âSo when he travels, itâs not an issue? We both do it for work?â He was teasing me.Â
I sucked in a harsh breath, âBecause he communicates. He tells me when heâs leaving, where heâs going, and he even talks to me during the trips,â my voice carried a harsh, sarcastic tone. Ging definitely knew that my words were quips at his behavior.Â
His breath fell on the back of my ear, âHow long are we gonna play pretend this time?âÂ
I huffed, resisting the urge to just give in right then and there. âUntil you stop going ghost,â I complained, âIâm tired of your act, I want something more firm, something I donât have to wait weeks to months for.â
Ging was silent for a moment, and at that time I felt like I could suddenly cry. It was just casual between us, always had been, but why now had my chest grown tight with aching hope that one day heâd stay.Â
âI know thatâs not what youâre looking for, youâre not looking to be stuck in one place, and thatâs certainly not what Iâm asking. In fact, Iâd never ask for you to be tied down to one place; I know how much discovering new things in the world means to you, I could never take that away from you. ButâŚâ I rambled aimlessly to fill the heavy air with something other than silent breaths, âI canât do this casual shit anymore. Iâd like to be the one youâd come home to after doing whatever you hunters do.â No longer feeling like talking, my last sentence grew quieter. My forehead pressed against the door as I screwed my eyes shut, I wanted to evaporate with my confession.Â
Gingâs lips wordlessly pressed lightly against the back of my neck as he slowly made his way to the slope of my shoulder. My face contorted into confusion, my chest began to rise and fall faster. âW-what are you doing?â
His hand slid down the door and onto my shoulder, pulling gently so I would turn around to face him. His eyelids hung low as we made eye contact. âThen letâs not do casual,â he husked.Â
Confused on what he meant, I raised an eyebrow. âWhat are you saying?âÂ
Ging sighed as if the meaning was obvious, âYou said that you couldnât do casual anymore, and Iâm saying then letâs stop doing casual stuff. We can be more⌠solid.â
I felt like my brain was going to short circuit. âLook,â he began again, âwe can work out the specifics later, but what Iâm saying is⌠if you want to try something more settledâŚâÂ
I wrapped my arms tightly around Gingâs neck, pressing my body tightly against him. He stumbled backwards at the sudden action, but his hands quickly fell around my waist.Â
âI take it as thatâs what you wanted to hear?âÂ
I bashfully flicked his arm, âYou shouldnât say it just because I want to hear it,â I pouted.Â
He put one hand on my cheek to gently push my face to look back at him. âI meant it too though,â his voice was low. âBelieve it or not, I do miss you when Iâm gone,â he smiled a little.Â
I felt my heart beat against my chest roughly at the confession. I rolled my eyes playfully, âOf course youâd miss me,â I smirked.
This time, Ging rolled his eyes. I waited for a response, however, both of Gingâs hands grasped firmly on my ass instead. My fingers pulled on the collar of his shirt as I let out a gasp of surprise.
âHow arrogant,â he squinted his eyes at me.
âNow thatâs hypocritical,â I deadpanned, my tone was still slightly playfulâ he was still calling the kettle black.
âYou love how confident I am though,â he raised a brow as if he was inviting me to deny it. I wanted to, but Gingâs confidence was a turn on most of the time.Â
Ging chuckled when I didnât outright disagree. âBut I know it wasnât my confidence you missed,â his hands now snuck under my panties, fondling the lower half of my ass. My cheeks grew hot and I quickly buried my face into Gingâs shoulder.
âAweee,â he tutted, ânow youâre so shy.â He chuckled as one of his fingers ran between my pussy lips. He faked a gasp, âYouâre so wet already! Is this why you try picking fights with me?â My breathing picked up at the sensation of his fingertips passing over my clit, lazily moving back and forth.Â
Jaw pulled taut, I attempted to keep my sounds minimal. There was no way I was going to give him the satisfaction this easily at least.Â
âHm,â Ging hummed before plunging a finger inside of my wet hole. My breath hitched and my knees nearly buckled. âWhoa,â the male exclaimed as his other hand grasped my waist to steady me. Gingâs finger pumped in and out of me, and despite my earlier resolve, soft moans began pouring from my lips.Â
âThere we go,â his voice was low, âWhy try to pretend that Iâm not making your little pussy feel good?â I scowled at him, hating his fake pout. He just laughed and continued to pump his finger mercilessly into me.Â
My thighs grew wet as my panties could no longer hold in my slick. cringed at the stickiness of the fabric, embarrassed at how easily Ging could turn me into a mess. He added a second finger, âGotta prepare you again.â
I clamped down on Gingâs fingers, my moans growing loud as I felt a tightness beginning to form in my stomach. The last time I had a proper release was my last night with Ging, so I embarrassingly reached the start of my climax relatively quickly.Â
Then, Ging pulled his hand away from my aching cunt. I whined at the sudden emptiness.
He chuckled while shaking his head, âSorry doll, but I need you on my tongue, itâs been too long.â He was pushing my bottoms off before I could let out any more sounds of protest.Â
Ging grabbed my hands and led me to my bed, I pretended to not notice his slick fingers. In one motion, he had pushed the clothes he was preparing to change into on the bed. Internally, I sighed at the thought of his dry clothes now becoming wet due to the contact with his old ones.Â
âFace down,â Gingâs command brought me back to reality.Â
âWhat?â I questioned sincerely.
Ging gave me a gentle tap on my ass, âFace down, ass up. And spread your knees.â My hands clenched and unclenched into fists as I climbed on top of the bed, trying to force away any timidity. I quickly spread my knees apart and hid my face.Â
Ging gently pressed my face into the pillow. I felt my face grow unbearably hot at the exposed nature of the pose; my ass up and my legs spread wide open in front of his eyes. I bit down on the pillow, cringing.Â
I sharply inhaled at the long brush of Gingâs tongue from my clit up to my perineum. My hand reached back, desperate to push him away. He grabbed my wrist and held my hand back, âNuh huh,â he mumbled into my pussy, âIâm not stopping.âÂ
âB-be gentle!â I begged him.Â
He gave a short snicker before pinning my arm to the bed, âOnly nice girls get gentle sex, doll.â Ging continued to relentlessly lap at my aching cunt, his saliva and my slick starting to run down my thighs. âI gotta get that attitude out first.âÂ
My body temperature proceeded to grow with every movement of Gingâs tongue. I already felt the tightening from earlier reemerging within my stomach. My hips bucked earnestly onto Gingâs face, each whimper and moan giving him more and more encouragement to grow rougher with his tongue.Â
The pillow wasnât enough to muffle my struggling cries as I shook at the pressure releasing. Ging momentarily slowed down, allowing me to ride out my orgasm on his tongue peacefully.Â
But he didnât stop. And after a couple of laps, his tongue began to pick up the pace once more.Â
I groaned at the unending licks, only to cry out at the reintroduction of Gingâs two fingers. He pressed them deeply into my cuntâ he chuckled at the way I twitched when he went down to his knuckles.
Whimpering into the pillow, my eyes brimmed with tears now. I began to clamp down again, âGive me one more, let me know how good Iâm making this pussy feel,â he fingered more aggressively, his thumb pressing roughly down on my clit. The thought of him watching me in such a state was hazing my mind. I wanted to tell him to look away, but the words would never leave my lips. It was always agitating that he could see how quickly Iâd become undone for him.
The familiar feeling of my tightening stomach began to form once more. Ging groaned at the tightness from my walls clamping against his fingers. âRight there hm? Whoâs making you feel good?â My cheeks burned from the question.
I searched my brain for the ability to form words, âY-youâŚâ I mumbled quietly into the pillow.
He curled his fingers harshly, my back arched and I cried out for him. âYou!â I was gasping for air, my body felt like it was on fire.Â
He let a short breath out of his nose, âAnd are you gonna cum for me?âÂ
I nodded my head quickly in response. I felt my eyes screw shut as the orgasm approached before my response could leave my lips. My legs shook as my hands pulled the sheets from their secured positions on my bed. I felt my slick run down my thighs once I finally began to regain the ability to think.Â
âGood girl, you did so good for me,â he cooed softly while pulling out his fingers. I felt his body slide on top of mine, his chest pressing against my back. I lazily opened my eyes and glanced back at him. âLick,â he commanded. I opened my mouth and obeyed. My tongue swirled around the digits as he thrusted his fingers in and out of my mouth. âSo obedient once youâre done right.â He seemed content with himself.
Sharply I inhaled at the feeling of his cock rubbing up and down my sensitive clit. âNow youâre gonna lay here and get fucked out, right baby?â His warm breath was brushing against the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine.Â
âMhm,â I agreed, my face only half up from the pillow. The tip of his cock pressed against my hole, threatening to push further in at any moment. The anxiety built up in the lower half of my core while I clenched around the air.Â
âBeg me for it, beg me to make you a mess,â one of his hands was in my hair, gently tugging to lift my head so I could speak clearly.Â
My mouth still struggled over the words, âPlease⌠p-please put your dick in me,â I whispered.
Tch, he sucked on his teeth. âYou can do better than that,â his cock spread my pussy lips apart as he rubbed himself against me. The strokes were enough to drive me insane.
âPlease fuck your cock into me Ging, please please please make me yours,â I pleaded, looking back to make eye contact with him.
His face broke out in a grin before he began to shove the entire length of his cock into me. I choked out a cry while my hands pulled harder on the sheets, desperate for something to cling on to.Â
Gongâs hips moved without much time for me to once again get used to the size of his cock. His moves were slow and sort of gentle at first, but it only took a few thrusts for him to sing out a string of curses before snapping his hips into me. I screamed into the pillow at his aggressive and deep thrusts.Â
âLook at you, ah fuck, taking me so well,â he pushed his body up and sat his hands on top of mine, intertwining our fingers. I tightened my grip around his fingers as my mind cleared everything but the feeling of sex; the way Gingâs skin bounced off of mine as he hit into my ass, the way sweat rolled off his body and onto mine, his tongue on my ear lobe to soothe the skin as an apology for biting too roughly.Â
Sounds of our moaning and my cunt getting pounded filled the room. âListen to how turned on you are,â Ging grunted. âYour pussy, fuck, is telling meâ damn you feel so good, how much she missed me,â he let out a chuckle that was quickly interrupted by a moan.
The pornographic sounds of skin pounding against skin mixed in with the sounds of the pouring rain. I buried my face down further into the pillow, desperate to hide away from the wet noises my pussy made every time Ging thrusted in.
His hands traveled from my fingers to my elbows before he pulled my arms back gently to lift me off the bed. Gingâs strength always took me by surprise.Â
âDonât run away from it angel, I want you to hear it,â I could practically hear his ego skyrocketing with every moan he pounded out of me. My body felt too warm with embarrassment and arousal.
âI-I canât for m-much longer,â I whined out. Ging just let out a low hum as his hips bucked harder into my poor cunt. I prayed my neighbors couldnât hear; however if Ging caught on to me trying to keep quiet, heâd only go rougher.Â
My walls clamped down tighter after every thrust, causing Ging to groan out and tighten his grip on my arms. I hissed at the new introduction of pain, I knew that theyâd be red after this. I didnât think about that for long though as the familiar feeling of yet another orgasm began to flow through my abdomen. My body began to tremble as I tried to fight off the sensation, not wanting to cum before Ging.
âDo it,â he snapped me out of my thoughts with a grunt; of course he could tell when I was close by this point, âFucking cum for meâ show me just how good Iâm making you feel.â It was as if he had more control over my body than I did. With a choked out cry, I came. I whimpered and arched my back as he fucked me through my orgasm, not once slowing.
Relief quickly turned to overwhelming pressure as Ging continued to pound mercilessly into my pussy. He loosened his grip on my arms, allowing me to crash back into the pillows. One of his hands snaked down to the small of my back before he began to press down on the area for me to arch more. âLook at you now,â his patronizing tone caused me to weakly clench around his twitching cock.Â
He was close now, I could tell by the way every other thrust would cause him to jerk more into me, or how his breathing was much more strained as his fingers tensed and relaxed. âGood fucking girl, youâre so good for me,â his hips snapped forward, âYou were just so fucking pent up without me here, huh?â
I mewled in response, helpless under Ging as he began to press his body weight down onto meâ his chest meeting my back. âFuck fuck fuck,â his voice rung in my ear as his pelvis moved faster, jerking a couple of times before he bottomed out inside of me. My eyes fluttered closed in relief as the pounding stopped.Â
He huffed a few times before slowly pushing himself up and off of me, careful not to pull all the way out. Slowly, he pulled me towards him. My body felt heavy as my muscles relaxed, but he made me feel weightless with how easy he could manhandle me. I lazily smiled as I felt his chest press against my back once more.Â
We laid there for a few moments. Gingâs soft breathing along with the rain gently beating on my window was enough to cause me to become engulfed in sleep.
I woke up to an empty bed. An exhaustive sigh pushed past my lips as I held onto the pillow Ging slept on. âWhat did I really expect?â I spoke to the empty air.Â
âWho are you talking to?â Gingâs voice caused me to jump up, he was leaning on the bedroomâs doorframe. I sat there with the pillow high above my headâ I had stopped myself from throwing it at him. âJeez, itâs just me; why are you so jumpy?â He grinned before walking over to the bed and sliding his body over mine. âDid you think I left?âÂ
I sucked on my teeth before rolling over, âNah,â I tried to hide the smile spreading across my face.Â
âYou totally did!â He exclaimed. I felt my eye begin to twitch in annoyance.
âDid not!â I huffed, âThereâs no way youâd leave after a night last night,â I said confidently.
âHuh,â he squeezed my waist slightly, âI remember that I was the one who did the fucking.â My jaw clenched as memories of last night washed over my brain. âUnless you wanna do it this time.â He pressed his stiffening cock into my backside.Â
I covered my flushed face with the pillow.Â
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Butt the daiya Fandom is still kind of active. It's very small and a sleeper Fandom. Every so often there's some fics that go up that generate so interaction (nowhere near as much as current popular shows like Jjk and less than like haikyuu and stuff) but still makes you happy there's a small group of people who are really into the fandom and anime
This is so real. The fandom wasnât even that big back when the anime was first coming out, but it was way more active. Iâm kinda bummed to come back to it being so quiet but thatâs okay!!! If I gotta supply my own demands so be it!!!
Are you a kuramochi girlie
Iâm a Miyuki gal first, but Kuramochi has been giving him a run for his money since I laid eyes on him
sobbing into my unfinished Chrollo fic that i just daydream about instead of working on
Jealous
Content Contains: NSFW, fem reader, first person, college au, friends turned to lovers, Yoichi is a playboy, but he gets jealous, you get jealous too, unrequited love??, creampie, some possessiveness, i donât proofread
Word Count: 6.8k (do I ever shut up!!!!!)Â
âIchi,â I tapped the zoned out manâs forehead.Â
No response.
âYĹichi!â I whisper-yelled before backhanding his forehead a little harder this time.Â
His eyes snapped to me, refocusing. âYou want me to kill you for sure,â he glared.Â
Huffing, I crossed my arms. âYou invited me out to study together, why are you upset that I donât wanna waste my time while you do nothing?â I sighed before closing my laptop, leaning forward to rest my head on the table. âYou literally have nothing written down, and every time I ask a question, youâre unfocused.â
âItâs boring,â YĹichi simply shrugged before leaning back in the library chair, resting his hands on the back of his neck. His unbothered attitude annoyed the hell out of me.Â
âThen why were you so insistent on coming here? I couldâve finished all of my work at home in half of the time,â I softly groaned. YĹichiâs gaze was slowly unfocusing again, but this time I followed his eyes.Â
He was looking at the sole girl sitting behind the libraryâs service desk.Â
I rolled my eyes before sitting back up to put my things into my bag. YĹichi didnât come back to earth until I was sliding my chair back under the table.Â
âHuh? Whereâre ya going?â I rolled my eyes once again in annoyance, checking around the table to make sure I didnât forget anything. He couldnât be serious.
âI didnât come here to waste my time while you ogle a girl. Iâm going back home to finish my work,â my tone was flat. I ignored his rushed movements behind me as I made my way to the doors.Â
I was nothing but a few steps in front of the library doors before YĹchi caught up to me. Internally I was once again amazed at his incredible speed, externally though, I was ignoring him.Â
He walked beside me. âI-I wasnât ogling her,â he began to protest, âjustâŚâ I didnât bother looking at him, he was going to continue whether I indicated that I was listening or not. âI talked to her a couple of days ago and sheâs so nice dude,â dude, sheâd never get called dude. âIâm trying to get a feel of her,â I quickly side eyed him, catching a glance of his smug smile.
Heâd get her, heâd get her like he gets every girl he sets his sights on. The same gentleman-like act, the same bright toothy smile, and the same soft words that lure them all into his room while his dorm was empty. Iâd never experience any of that.Â
Not that I wanted to anyway. I mean, to be buttered up until you were pumped and dumped? To wait until heâs bored enough to comb through his roster he calls a contact list? Itâs gotta be a loneliness I hoped to never experience, especially with someone as warm as YĹichi Kuramochi.Â
I rolled my eyes once more and kept walking. âThen just ask her on a date,â I offered emptily. This is a routine at this point.Â
âYou think sheâd say yes?â It was like we were following an unwritten script. He jogged a bit in front of me, turning around so we were face to face.Â
âYouâre gonna run into someone Ichi,â this was a tedious pattern I found myself in. âYou know sheâs gonna say yes.â Thereâs no way he didnât know how I felt about all of this.Â
His shoulders rose and dropped as he pretended to ponder, âYou never know, she could have a boyfriend or something.â âAs if thatâs actually stopped them,â if it was in my thoughts, it was probably Yoichiâs too.
âYou wanna head back to my dorm? Weâll actually study this time, scoutâs honor,â he raised three fingers and flashed me a toothy grin.Â
I walked the familiar route to his dorm in silence, thinking about how I got in this predicament. Was it when I didnât shut him down as he talked about his latest friends with benefits situation? Was it when he took my best friend back to his room when I brought her to meet him and his dorm mates? Maybe it began when I first sat two seats to the left of him in our History of Western Art course, our professor automatically pairing us up for almost every project.Â
Has it really been almost a year since then?
Yoichi yawned loudly, stretching backwards. I glanced at the time in the lower corner of my laptop, 20:47. I let out a small yawn myself before closing my laptop, sliding the device into my backpack. âI should get going,â I spoke softly, not wanting to awaken Miyuki who was already fast asleep on the couch across from us.Â
âWant me to walk with you?â YĹichi offered, his voice a bit louder than mine as he knew Kayzua wasnât that easy to wake up.Â
I shook my head no. It was only a two minute walk to my apartment complex, and I didnât want my roommate asking YĹichi if he had any free time.Â
âBye Kaz,â I whispered before leaving, offering a silent nod to Yoichi before heading out.Â
I realized there was no one in the apartment by the time I got home. I sighed in relief, happy to not have to recount my whole day. By the time I got into bed, it was only 23:20. It felt too early to go to bed, but the melatonin was starting to kick in and I didnât feel like fighting it.
I felt my phone buzz before I was completely engulfed by sleep.Â
The sound of soft trumpets accompanied by a piano pulled me into consciousness. I clicked the off button and rubbed my face. My fingers moved to unlock my phone before my eyes even fully opened. I was greeted with three messages from YĹichi after pulling down my notifications, all sent while I was sleeping.Â
You left your pencil case.
Five minutes after; You like Kazuya?
Two minutes; Letâs walk to the library after your last class.
I rolled my eyes at the last text, my finger hovering over the letter n, hesitant. Where do you wanna meet?
The response was almost immediate, Iâll wait outside of your class. My heart rate briefly increased before I threw my phone down onto my bed.Â
âHey,â YĹichi was waiting for me right by the class door, sitting on one of the hallâs benches.Â
I nodded in his direction, making my way over to him, âHey.â
Yoichi slid his backpack to the front of his body before he began digging through it, presenting my pencil case after a few seconds. âHere ya go, you left it on the floor.âÂ
âThanks,â I took it from him. Our fingertips brushed together and I had to use all my restraint to not just snatch my hand back. âI was exhausted last night, I barely remember falling asleep,â I began the conversation. âNot as tired as Kaz though, did he sleep all night?â I laughed lightly at the image of a drooling Kazuya splayed over the couch hours before it was even midnight.Â
âMhm, like a baby,â YĹichiâs voice didnât carry as much brightness as his face did. His response was also uncharacteristically short.
âPractice mustâve been tough on him. Are you gonna join them today?â He missed out on yesterday for Ms. Librarian, Iâm sure there would be hell to pay when he couldnât produce a good enough excuse to the coach for skipping.Â
He held the door open and I muttered a quick thanks before his response, âYeah, it doesnât start until 3 though so we got a couple of hours.âÂ
We entered the library and sat in the same spot as yesterday, I fought to keep my mood from plummeting into Hell. âI donât have a lot of studying that I havenât already done,â I offered in an attempt to hint that I didnât want to be here long, âfinals week is almost over.âÂ
He nodded as if he understood, but his eyes showed that he wasnât even focused on the present, just the future. I sighed, almost feeling sorry for the poor girl, but more so for feeling sorry for myself for even feeling a hint of jealousy over the situation.Â
âWhen are you gonna ask her out?â I broke after the first few minutes of complete silence. I couldnât keep rereading the same 3 lines in my study guide, pretending that the sheepish act he put up when getting caught by the part timer for staring wasnât distracting. Â
âDunno yet,â he shrugged, his eyes flicking back to his empty notebook. If it wasnât for the later study sessions, Iâd be in awe of how he wasnât completely failing.Â
âHopefully soon,â I retorted. My stomach couldnât stomach these shy boy acts for too long.Â
My phone quietly buzzed on the table. Flipping it over, I turned off the alarm. â2:15 YĹichi, you gotta head out,â my voice carried a weariness as I fell from the trance of studying. My hands moved to put my things in my bed.
YĹichi yawned, stretching out in the chair. My eyes flickered over just in time to catch his shirt riding up, exposing the waistband of his boxers and the lower quarter of his abs. I caught myself before I could show my disappointment about the freshly shaved happy trail.
After slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I headed for the door. When I went to push the door open, my ears caught the sound of YĹichiâs voice followed by a high pitched laugh. I didnât look back on my way to the baseball field.
My mind was full of nothing as my legs pulled me up the baseball fieldâs bleachers. I picked the first row, one closest to but right not above the dugout.Â
My eyes roamed the field before I caught Kazuyaâs eyes. He pulled up his catcherâs helmet and flashed me a grin while waving. I waved back before both of our attention was snatched by the sound of shouting; the reason why I chose the spot within earshot of the dugout.
YĹichi was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as the coach continued to chew him out. Me and Kazuya caught each otherâs glances as we tried to hold back smiles and laughter, nearly failing because of the eye contact.Â
When the yelling was finally over, I watched as YĹichi put his stuff down and joined the rest for practice. He waved over at me after Kazuya pointed me out, and I gave a small wave back. I felt my stomach flip at the happy mood he was in.
Practice was over and the sun was nearly set. I stared into the purple hues of the mixed sky while waiting outside of the locker room. Kazuya came out first.Â
âHeâs texting someone so heâll be a minute,â he pointed back towards the door with his thumb.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes with a smile, âWe can just leave him then,â I said while hooking my arm with his, âIâm starved.âÂ
Kazuyaâs face broke into a larger smile, âThat easy to give up on him huh?â As if his stride wasnât taking the lead on the way back to his dorm.Â
It was nearly an hour before YĹichi entered the dorm room, catching me and Kazuya arguing over the morality of finding the villain of the show we were currently engulfed in, attractive.Â
âDonât raise your voice with food in your mouth,â I retorted, the smartass attitude dripping from my words.
âDonât start an argument with food in your mouth,â he mocked me. We glared at each other while chewing quickly, him nearly choking his food down so he could speak first, coughing harshly.
âAnd thatâs what your ass gets,â I laughed at his misfortune. He grabbed my glass of water and chugged it down. âKazuya Miyuki!â I hit him on the shoulder.
He pulled my now almost empty glass from his lips before shaking it, âMine was empty,â he huffed out with a shit-eating grin.Â
âAsshole,â I snarled.
âIsnât that your type?â His eyes flickered to the screen, it was paused on the antagonist. He had done so after my comment about the guy being âso fineâ.Â
We both jumped at the sound of something being dropped onto the couch behind us. Our heads both turned to find YĹichi sitting on the couch, staring at us with one eyebrow raised.Â
âHe started it,â I muttered while turning back to my food.
âLike hell I did,â he murmured, gently shoving me with his elbow.Â
âYou guys didnât even ask what I wanted!â Yoichi whined from behind us. Kazuya and I glanced at each other through the corner of our eyes.
Kazuya spoke up first, âFigured youâd be a while,â he spoke apathetically while shrugging.
âThought youâd be on a date,â I copied his tone and actions. Kazuya had already unpaused the screen, eyes gesturing between me and the remote as if he was suggesting we turn up the volume. I smiled and barely nodded, not wanting my actions to be detected by YĹichi.Â
YĹichiâs order came about 25 minutes later. After he had unbagged his takeout, he wedged himself between Kazuya and I, who were long done with eating. His phone buzzed on the couch almost incessantly. I finally turned after the 14th pinging noise, his phone was turned over, hiding the screen.Â
âAre you gonna answer that?â I questioned, annoyed.Â
âAnswer what?â YĹichi said flatly while watching the TV.
Kazuya and I blinked at each other. âYouâre hard of hearing now?â Kazuya sounded just as annoyed.Â
YĹichi groaned before grabbing his phone. Click, he unlocked it before he started to quickly type. My eyes wandered over to the screen, definitely not wanting to look but the strength of curiosity pulling me in.
Library Girl was the contact name, so he got her number. The text thread was long, as if they had been talking for days.Â
I got practice tomorrow so it would be late if we meet up :), I forced my eyes away from the screen, my stomach threatening that the unpleasant feeling would only grow if I didnât.Â
The thought of him inviting her to watch practice made a flicker of jealousy pang through my chest. âI donât care, I donât care, I donât care, I donât care,â if I said it enough it would come true, right?
âWanna continue the marathon in my room?â Kazuyaâs voice brought a well-welcomed break in my thoughts.
He probably just wanted to offer YĹichi some more privacy, but I didnât care. The increased space between me and whatever he was typing on his phone was an offer I wouldnât pass. I took Kazuyaâs hand before he led me to his room. I glanced outside the door as it closed to find YĹichiâs eyes staring at us.
I donât remember when I fell asleep, but my alarm rang almost silently, easing me out of my sleep.Â
My limbs stretched across Kazuyaâs floor before my arms pushed my body up. My hands pressed on my lower back as more stretches forced my body up. I turned to see Kazuya still sleeping, a puddle of drool forming on his pillow. I whispered a soft goodbye before exiting his room.
I was surprised to find YĹichi sleeping on the couch, his arm hanging off and his hand open. My eyes followed down to find his phone on the floor, most likely dead. I shook my head at the sight before making my way out of the room, avoiding all of the floorâs weak spots.
The day felt much lighter with the decrease of classes, each final throughout the week serving as a hellish goodbye. This was my last one.
I let out a loud exhale as I pushed through the doors of the classroom, wanting to cry in relief and frustration. That exam was hard as hell but I was happy to have it finally done with. The urge to break out in a dance because all of my classes were finally over filled my body.Â
âSo did you two fuck?â The obscene words made my head snap around to find YĹichi, his eyes were low and he had a slight scowl as his figure leaned back on the bench. Â
I ran up to him, bewilderment plastered all over my face. âWhat did you just say Ichi?â I asked, my voice low. Maybe I just heard him insanely wrong.Â
âDid you and Kaz, fuck?â My cheeks warmed at the absurd question. I had been in Kazuyaâs room plenty of times without the supervision of YĹichi, where was this coming from. He now stood up, looking down at me, his jaw was pulled taut as he ground his teeth back.Â
âI donât have to answer that,â I felt tears brimming my eyes but I just scoffed. The accusation made me feel gross, especially when he was accusing me of something like that in public, not a care in the world if his voice was heard. My legs carried me quickly out of the lecture hall, but not fast enough, YĹichi quickly caught up.
âI invited that girl to practice today,â he said carelessly. I wanted to punch him.Â
âOh nice,â I tried to keep the sarcasm low, but if he caught it, then so what? I was growing tired of these dickventures of his.Â
The air was thick as we made our way to the baseball field. My face finally broke when I saw Kazuya, running up to give my savior a hug. His embrace was warm, unlike the air created by the earlier confrontation.Â
âHey,â he spoke over my shoulder before I pulled away a little. I looked back to see YĹichi give him a nod before heading into the locker room. Kazuya looked at me puzzled and I just shook my head.
I picked the same spot as the day before. It was only a couple minutes before I heard the bleachers beside me creak. I snapped my head to the side, my eyes landed on a girl with dark brown hair falling to her chest. She flashed me a white smile before mouthing something. I put up a finger before taking out my earbuds, âIâm so sorry, can you repeat that?âÂ
My mind blocked out her name. It would be pointless to learn it. I knew who she was anyway, I knew why she was here, I knew that eventually sheâd be gone too. I couldnât help but feel a bit of sadness for everyone who falls for YĹichi, whether they know what theyâre getting into or not, itâs a sad cycle.Â
We looked over at the field to see YĹichi pointing towards us while talking to Kazuya. Both of them waved and we returned it. She giggled when YĹichi saluted and did a military-esque turn back to his spot at the plate, âHeâs so funny!â
I swallowed down any animosity that built in the pit of my chest and continued conversing.
YĹichi was much faster to get out of the locker room this time, and Kazuya and I trailed behind the pair. We rolled our eyes each time she punched his arm lightly at a joke he made, or shared glances whenever they would âaccidentallyâ brush against each other while walking.Â
YĹichi exchanged a well known glance with Kazuya before Kazuya began to spill some nonsense about needing to stop at the mall for some new shoes. YĹichi nodded along with a smile on his face until Kazuya locked arms with me, âNot to mention we had scheduled dinner at this new local restaurant and we absolutely cannot miss that, right?â Kazuya beamed at me, not noticing the slight falter in YĹichiâs expression.
I pretended not to notice as well. I pretended not to notice how his gaze wandered when his dateâs eyes closed, I pretended not to notice how a little bit of his boredom with her stories slipped out occasionally, I pretended not to notice the hard looks he would give me and Kazuya if we joked a little too loud behind him.Â
I simply nodded my head, âYeah, it was hard to get,â I squeezed his arm.Â
We left without much more words.Â
I spent the evening ignoring the dayâs earlier events. Every so often I would get a flash of YĹichiâs expression as he accused me of having sex with Kazuya, but it would leave at the same speed when Kazuya would speak up.
We got takeout again, and the slip of âGod they knew what they were doing,â ignited another argument about morality. It was while I was doing dishes that Kazuya got a text.
âHe says sheâs gone now,â I could hear the smirk in his voice, âand thereâs the thumbs up.â He got laid. I forced the sick feeling down as I finished rinsing the dish in my hand, promising to finish them in the morning.Â
A yawn escaped my lips as I picked up my own phone, âDamn, itâs late. Did he say he was walking her?â I stared at the 2:03 displayed on my phone. When had we left? Around 7? The feeling in my stomach threatened to grow.
âHe said he already did and that he was back in the dorm.â Kazuya pushed himself up on his knees before groggily pushing to his feet. âI better head back.â We exchanged goodbyes, and as soon as I locked the door back, I rushed to my room.
When I woke up the next morning, my eyes felt dry and I could practically feel the redness irritating my skin. I rolled over to bury my face in the pillow, ignoring the next wave of tears that threatened to pour out.Â
Buzz.
I lazily pulled my phone out from under my pillow. I squinted, blinking away the water to get a clear glance at the notifications.Â
You didnât answer my question earlier. This was sent during my crying episode, when I had my phone on DnD.
Are you ignoring me?
Kazuya is home. He looks happy. Did he get some?
Should I ask him?
Stop ignoring my texts dude.Â
Iâll just come over to ask tomorrow. This was the last message he sent before it hit 4 AM.
Are you up? Started a new thread at 9:07 AM. God, did he even sleep?
Are you really not gonna answer me?Â
Itâs a simple question, I donât know why youâre trying to hide it from me. We tell each other everything, right?
Kaz is still asleep so I canât ask him yet. Heâll probably be asleep all day since we donât have practice. I donât wanna wake him just for this. So youâll bug me incessantly about it?
Iâm coming over. The last text was the one I just felt a couple of seconds ago.Â
My eyes widened as I bolted upright. If it normally takes me two minutes to walk here, YĹichi takes less than a minute. I scrambled around my bed before heading to my bathroom. My eyes were red, it definitely looked like I had been crying. The introduction of cold water so early in the morning caused me to gasp.Â
Before I could even dry my face, my phone started ringing. A close up picture of YĹichiâs face filled my screen as my phone vibrated on the sink. There was a knock at the door before my hand could even reach for my phone. I rushed outside of the bathroom and towards the door, sliding to accept the call despite the door opening to reveal the person on the other side of the phone.Â
âGood morning,â he said dryly before hanging up the phone. I moved to the side as he entered, kicking off his shoes that landed with a thud.Â
âKeep your voice down,â I hissed, âsheâs still asleep.â I didnât want to wake my roommate out of respect for our shared space, and I didnât want to see the sight between her and YĹichi. âHere, in my room.â I grabbed his hand to lead him.Â
Once in, he snatched it away. I sighed before closing the door, preparing for the accusation for a second day.Â
It caught me off guard when YĹichi grabbed my wrist, and pulled me closer to him, our foreheads almost touching. The grasp wasnât tight, but the shock of the action had me rigid.Â
âI-Ichi,â my voice was barely a whisper as I looked back into his eyes. I studied his face quickly, noticing he had eyebags and his lip was slightly curled up.
âDid. You. Have. Sex. With. Kazuya.âÂ
I felt my chest tighten with dread, âIs it really that big of a deal if I di-â
His grip wavered for a second before he righted himself, âSo you did,â his jaw clenched.Â
My head shook from side to side quickly, âNo, oh my fucking god, I did not fuck Kaz. Never have, never will. Can you fucking stop? Whatâs your issue dude? Where is this even coming from?â I snatched my hand from his grasp, my stance growing more defiant in frustration.Â
YĹichiâs face immediately softened once he took in my words. âYou really didnât?â His voice was much softer too, I felt one of his fingers brush against my hand but I didnât move.Â
âNo,â I sternly stated.Â
He let out a big sigh before rubbing his forehead. âI just. I donât know,â he started explaining, âI just saw the way Kazuya was looking at you the other day and then you went to his room⌠I didnât know what to think. I sat up almost all night wondering what you two could be doing that couldnât be done around me. Thatâs when that popped up. It was stupid, I know.â He took a break in his rambling to look at me.Â
I didnât realize I was crying until his thumb brushed against my cheek, the skin feeling wet.Â
âIâm sorry,â he sheepishly uttered. âI was wrong for accusing you of that⌠even more so for how I reacted.âÂ
I turned my head away from him, unable to meet his gaze. I wanted to forgive him immediately, I couldnât stand the sight of him looking at me with begging eyes. The words to ask for a proper explanation for this whole debacle were pushed back by the thought that if I said anything, I wouldnât hesitate to break down.Â
So we stood there in silence. It wasnât until his phone buzzed did we move. Both of our eyes flashed to his pocket before he pulled it out. I wanted to scream, shout at him to leave. I watched in cold silence as he responded to the message with quick fingers before sighing.Â
âDid you feel sick?â I finally spoke up.Â
âWhat?â
âDid you feel like you were gonna throw up when you imagined me and Kaz?â My voice was low, I still refused to meet his gaze.
He was silent for a moment. âYeah,â he finally admitted.
I felt my heart thump against my ribs. âDid it make you feel like your chest was going to explode when you saw us after, the thought of us sleeping together stuck in your mind?â My eyes slowly moved to meet his.Â
More silence. âYesâŚâ I could tell that he was wondering what the purpose behind my line of questioning was.Â
âWhat did it feel like when you thought Kaz and I had dinner yesterday, probably sleeping together for a second time while you railed some other girl?â
âFucking horrible,â he blurted out, tears were finally forming in the corners of his eyes.
I felt breathless, âSo you finally get it.âÂ
He looked at me confused, âWhat?â
âYou finally fucking understand what itâs like to sit back and watch someone you care about fuck someone else.â The admittance left me feeling embarrassed, but I didnât waver. âI mean, night after goddamn night I had to watch you seduce some girl and bring her into your room. The team manager, the TA, the my fucking best friend, and now the girl from the library. Month after month I just sit back and watch as you built some list. I felt that same sick feeling every single time. Every day Iâd feel that burning pit of jealousy grow, knowing your attention would never be on me in the same way. No, not in the same way, I want something different. I wanted you to care for me in the same way I do for you; I wanted so desperately for you to drop everyone else for me.â My chest rose and fell quickly. I couldnât think of the proper words to convey how I wanted him to want me.Â
YĹichiâs eyes were wide at my sudden confession.Â
Silence fell again. Painful silence as we stared at each other. I wanted to kiss him, to hit his chest and yell at him to leave, to kiss from his lips to his neck, I wanted to hand his shoes to him and hit the door on his back.Â
YĹichi took a step closer. It took everything inside me not to move, to stay neutral. His hand slid under my jaw and up to cup my cheek. I watched as his eyes traveled down before landing on my lips, quickly flickering back up to meet my eyes once again. Was that a signal for a kiss?Â
His head moved towards mine, stopping right before our lips touched. My breath hitched in anticipation, an ache began to form in the pit of my stomach.Â
âPlease,â I softly whined, the embarrassment settling in mere milliseconds after the plea left my lips. My face grew hot.Â
YĹichiâs lips quickly pressed against mine, the light kiss only lasting a few moments before he pulled away and flicked his eyes to mine; he was asking for permission to continue. I couldnât form words, I only nodded my head yes.Â
His lips fluttered soft kisses, increasing my yearning each time he lingered for just a few seconds longer in comparison to the previous one. I tangled my hands into his sweatshirt, pulling him towards me in the earnest attempt to get him to keep his lips on me.
He pulled away once again, earning a persistent whine from me. âIs this what you want?â The tone he held made me want to pounce on him. âWith your words,â his hand was on my chin as he was looking in my eyes.Â
I shook under his touch, his control was intoxicating, âYes Ichi, yes please.â
He let out a satisfied hum.
My eyelids fluttered shut as his lips connected with mine once more. The delicate kisses slowly grew more intense, his tongue gently pressing between my lips. I shuddered at the sensation of his tongue sliding over mine, toying with it as he rolled his tongue around my mouth. The haze in my brain continued to grow with each movement he made, the need between my legs growing at the same pace.
I formed strained fists around the fabric as one of his hands slid across the back of my neck, making its way into my hair. He pulled ever so slightly. My chest rose and fell quickly while my body began to tremble at the contact. Iâve craved this moment for so long, jealousy long replaced by yearning.Â
His lips pressed against my neck, they were light and soft. My jaw clenched tightly as I fought off any embarrassing noises. âHow sensitive would I seem to break for a few neck kisses?â The thought kept me from coming completely undone under his touch.Â
In an effort to distract myself, I focused on his other hand, tracing the line of my spine before landing on the small of my back. His fingers played with the waistband of my night shorts, pulling them slightly away from my skin before letting go, retreating back over the fabric.Â
His lips came back to mine, the kiss was now becoming sloppier, tongues pushing against each other as I tried to keep his from leaving my mouth. I could feel the spit beginning to dribble down my chin.Â
His fingers were now prodding into my waistband, going back and forth under the elastic, not passing the point of my underwear. The contact between my bear back and his light fingers threatened to pull every string holding me standing.Â
My own fingers began to travel in desperation for him. I hooked both index fingers in the waist of his sweatpants. They paused for a second, I was nervous; not nearly as experienced as YĹichi. The mentioned maleâs fingers now reaching over my ass and rubbing my clothed cunt was enough to get over that thought.
The corners of YĹichiâs mouth curved and I knew I had lost, I couldnât stop the sounds that broke from lips, especially not when they were forced open by his tongue. Fingertips barely brushing over my clit was nearly enough to make my knees buckle, but I tensed, trying to stay as still as possible. He was a tease, he knew how to get someone hooked and needy for more.Â
I was palming him over his sweats now, my hand moving slowly over his hardening cock. Every increased inch left me in awe, my imagination running with images of what it could possibly look like. For almost all of the tropes we filled, I had never walked in on him naked. I had only heard second hand accounts from my friend of what it was like, how big it was, and what it looked like. Another hitch.
My brain switched from the satisfaction I got from feeling him push into my hand, his own moans starting to mix with mine, and the satisfaction of his fingers now pressing more energetically on my clit. My legs were faltering now, my body leaning more and more onto Yoichi as my panties grew increasingly slick.Â
I cursed him for his rigid stature, how he mildly kept his composure under my touch unlike me, who was coming undone with every aching move of his fingers. I wanted to beg him to push his fingers inside me, to satisfy the longing.Â
When YĹichi finally pulled out of the kiss, I was huffing, my body slumped over onto his. I probably looked so pathetic; spit running down my chin onto my neck, my hands needily pulling at his sweats. My face felt flushed as he chuckled down at me.Â
âIâve waited so fucking long for this,â the admittance caused my eyes to widen. His hand the back of my neck and moved to grab my chin, his thumb gently ran over my wet lips. âFrom the day I laid eyes on you, I just wanted to press you against the nearest wall and make you mine,â his voice was low and his breathing heavy, âI tried every night to get you out of my head, had so many girls beating at my chest because your name slipped. I was so frustrated every time it wasnât you.â My chest thumped so hard I was scared he could hear it.Â
His fingers were tracing over my lips now, rubbing my slick against my pussy. I whimpered as his thumb pushed into my mouth, barely making contact with my tongue. His hand fidgeted in my clothes, pulling at the crotch of my panties.Â
I noticed, however slight it was, his desperate pants, the way his hand still pushed into my stilled hand, the light tint on his cheeks. The corners of my mouth twitched upwards as I sucked on his thumb, earning a low groan from the man.Â
âI canât take it anymore, I really canât,â he was almost whining. He pushed down my pants and panties in one go, I lazily kicked them across the floor. My thighs felt sticky.Â
I ached as both of his hands pulled away from me before he kicked off his own pants, a groan leaving his mouth as his cock sprung free from his boxers. He laughed at my soft gasp before rubbing the hand he had used to touch my pussy with earlier across the tip.Â
The trance caused by the slow swirling of his fingers was broken when he wrapped the other hand around me before making his way backwards to my bed. We turned, and he gently nudged me onto the bed. I laid on my back, suddenly feeling extremely shy. My thighs pressed together tightly.Â
He pushed my glued legs up with one hand, I drew in a shocked breath as he began rubbing my now exposed pussy. âI-Ichi?âÂ
He hummed, âHm? Feeling shy now?â He chuckled before leaning forward. The sensation of his warm tongue gliding from my slit to my clit, pushing apart my lips, caused my back to arch.Â
I began to pant as he repeatedly lapped at me, mind going numb at the unrelenting swirling and prodding of his tongue. âIchi, Ichi Iâm gonna,â it couldnât have been that long since he started, but I already felt my body growing warmer with each movement of his tongue. One of his free fingers started to poke at my entrance. I whimpered as he slid it in, his moan vibrating against my clit. I felt dizzy with his finger delving in and out of me.   Â
âCum for me then, give it all to me please,â oh my god I couldnât think. Without warning, my body tensed as I bucked my hips, reaching my orgasm. He moaned into my lips, my body twitching with every flick from the tip of his tongue. âGood girl, mmph, so good.âÂ
YĹichi finally sat my legs back down, they were practically jelly under his touch as he spread my thighs apart. The tip of his dick pressed against my entrance before he slid it up, running the length of his cock between my lips. I offered a low moan, still breathless. He ran it up and down a handful of times, I could feel it twitch when he would prod it against my hole.Â
I felt his warm breath against my neck. âIâm gonna put it in now, I need to,â he exhaled. The tip began to slide in; my hands gripped onto his shirt so hard that if my mind werenât drunk on the thought of his dick, I probably wouldâve been concerned about it ripping.
I clamped tightly around every inch that pushed in before he finally bottomed out. He hissed softly, and I couldnât tell which one of our chests were closing the gap.Â
He stood still for a few seconds, hips jerking every so often as if he was having a hard time not moving. âI-I canât,â he murmured into my ear before slowly pulling out. He only moved back enough for the tip to be the only part left in. His dawdling movements didnât last long before his hips accelerated.Â
The creaking of my bed and the sound of my headboard tapping against the wall mixed in with our moans. YĹichi leaned down for another kiss, his tongue much more aggressive in comparison to his earlier flirtatious pecks. His lips pressed against mine with need, my body trembled underneath his. His hips snapped against mine while he pushed my knees up. The small amount of my mind that was still sound allowed for me to be embarrassed as to how easily accessible I was for him in this position.
 âSo good, so⌠so good,â he groaned into the kiss. I clenched down, the warmth slowly turning into nearly unbearable heat as my pelvis tensed. I couldnât choke out the words to warn him about my incoming release.Â
My back pushed my chest against his hard, my body aching as it twitched helplessly under his grasp. I choked out a cry as my mind went blank, the flame in my stomach finally encapsulating my body.
I went limp under him, his pounding becoming more erratic as his hips rushed faster. It was all I could do to moan into his neck with every overstimulating thrust. âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,â he repeatedly muttered before one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt into me.Â
He eased down on top of me, not completely putting his full weight. We stayed like that for what felt like hours until he caught his breath and rolled over beside me.Â
He pulled me closer to him, tracing a finger over my hip before planting a kiss against my sweaty temple. I could feel the smile against my skin, but I was too lazy to look up.Â
âSoâŚâ he began, âabout a dateâŚâÂ
My face became flushed again, âD-donât talk about something sweet like that while..â
âWhile my cum is leaking out of you?â he shamelessly continued. I scoffed, âAlright alright, weâll talk about it in the bath.â I hit his chest and he just laughed.
My eyes snapped wide open as I heard the slam of my roommateâs bedroom door.Â
Freeloader
Content Contains: NSFW, fem reader, 1st person, size difference (itâs Uvogin), Uvogin is a freeloader, dub-con, somno(?? mentions grinding and groping reader while sleeping), creampie, uhh a little possessive? barely any proofreading.
Word Count: 6.9k (shit is LONG srry)Â
The sound of a crash jolted me from my sleep. My eyes tiredly scanned the room before my feet slowly slipped onto the floor. The sound didnât seem to come from inside, but it surely wasnât far.Â
I made my way down the steps, careful to avoid the areas of the wood that whined under my weight. Nothing, or no one, was inside the house. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. However, that meant it came from outside.Â
Still cautious, I peered through the peephole, gazing around every angle before finally looking down. The sight of something large on my porch made me jump, the light barely allowing me to make out torn, white fabric. I quickly undid the lock on the knob, leaving the chain lock until I knew for sure everything was safe. I peeked through the crack, gasping at the image displayed on my front porch.
âHeâs fucking huge?? How can a human being be that⌠large?â It took me a second to fully register that there wasnât just a large man in front of my house, but that he was unconscious. His white shirt was bloody and torn almost completely off of him. I squatted and threw one of his arms over my shoulder, the weight causing me to exhaustively exhale. His arm was almost as long as I was tall, and nearly weighed as much as I fucking did. âYouâre one heavy-â my knees almost buckling under me caused me to focus on the task at hand.Â
Slowly, with as much strength as possible, I dragged the abnormally large male into my house, letting him go with just the thought of getting his weight off of me. The sound of the crash and my house slightly shaking from the impact alerted me to how roughly he fell. âSorry,â I said to him before realizing he was unconscious, and the fall probably was the least of his worries.Â
I quickly ran up to get my cheap first aid kit; itâll have to do until the morning when I could call the doctor. I also decided to grab a bowl of water and a rag before I made my way back to the living room.Â
My hands gingerly tore the rest of his shirt off. My eyes widened in shock at the state of his wounds. Deep cuts, bruises in various shades, and other miscellaneous scrapes took their turns littering his body. I didnât have nearly enough band-aids to cover everything, especially considering how large some of them wore. I didnât even consider turning him over to check for anything on his back.Â
I cleaned the wounds and additional dirt as best as possible before placing the few bandages I had on the ones that seemed the worst.Â
I backed away and took the time to examine him. His chest rose steadily, his face looked as if he were peacefully sleeping. My eyes lingered on the bruise on his left cheek and gash above his right eye.Â
âWhat did you do to make them that mad?â I chuckled to myself as my back hit the front of the couch. I realized he was too close to me when I tried to uncross my legs. The thought of pushing myself on the couch created even more exhaustion.Â
Blink.Â
Blink.
Blink. The morning sun was shining harshly on my face. Did I not close the blinds yesterday?Â
I sat up, the blanket sliding off of me as I stretched.Â
âWaitâŚâ I looked at the floor. He was still there, but on his side now, one arm underneath his head as he snored. âDid he?âŚâ He couldnât have, thereâs no way someone with his injuries could even stand to be awake.Â
I slid over the arm of the couch, careful to make the same movements as I did last night to avoid any creaking.Â
Once in my room, my hands pawed over my bed eagerly, searching for my phone. I wasted no time in dialing the nearest traveling doctor; there was no way I could carry him out to my car, and I didnât believe they even made ambulances that big. I relayed the information of the extent of the manâs injuries to the secretary on the phone after giving her my address.Â
I made my way back downstairs to check on the stranger on my living room floor. With how hurt he is, I wouldnât be surprised if he slept all d-
âAh, youâre awake,â a deep voice stopped me in my tracks.Â
He was sitting up with his legs crossed, both of his arms stretched behind his back while he yawned. He started pushing himself up to stand.Â
âW-wait!â I ran over to him to stop him, wondering if he hit his head so hard that he couldnât feel anything. However, when I stopped in front of him I noticed that the bruise was gone, the gash almost completely healed too. My eyes trailed down his chest and abdomen; it was the same story, all minor injuries were gone while the bigger ones were well on their way of being healed.Â
âOh, thanks for the bandages, hope you donât mind that I took them off though,â his voice was gruff and deep with the reminiscence of sleep. He slid on a new white shirt. Where did he get that?Â
I just stared at him with shock. He was acting as just a couple of hours ago he wasnât knocked out cold on my front doorstep. And how did everything heal?Â
âWhat am I going to tell the doctor?â I thought out loud.Â
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow before yawning again. âDoctor?â
My head snapped back up so I could meet his eyes, âWell last night you were out cold and you had so many wounds all over,â I began to ramble, âso I brought you in and patched you up as best as I could. I couldnât do the best work, but I used what I had. Obviously I had the intention of calling a doctor first thing in the morning, that was the only thing on my mind when I woke up. I mean, I thought you were dying or something. Anyone else-â
He let out a loud laugh, stopping me dead in my speech. âI forgot how worrisome regular folk are,â he let out another chuckle. Regular people? I guess I couldnât argue with him on that; hell, Iâm still not convinced heâs fully human. âYou should probably call off that doctor, donât wanna waste his time.â
âNo, you need to get checked at the very least,â I protested, âyou took multiple blows to the head and were out for hours.âÂ
His figure towered over me, shadowing me from the sun. The gash on his head was even smaller now, had it been healing the whole time we were talking? âIf it makes you feel better, then sure,â his voice was surprisingly more gentle than his appearance. âBut I ainât lettinâ a doctor poke and prod me all day. Heâs checkinâ my head and thatâs it,â he said playfully.
I nodded in agreement. âJust a small checkup is all Iâm asking for.â I gave him a small smile, and he returned it with a big grin. His canines were sharp as hellâŚ
Even with the man, whose name is Uvogin, sitting down on the couch, the doctor still had to pull up a chair to get a proper look at him. I cringed at every creak my poor couch made under the massive manâs weight, my jaw tightened even more when I caught a glimpse at the way it bent at the bottom. The thought of having to buy new furniture because of a bear-like stranger was enough to make tears begin to prick at my eyes.
âEverything looks⌠normal,â the doctor spoke, breaking me out of my couch trance, âhis response times are perfectly fine, everything seems to be working correctly, and his wounds donât seem in nearly as bad of shape as I heard. I think heâll be alright MrsâŚâÂ
âMiss,â I simply corrected as I showed him to the door, âthank you so much doctor for taking a look at him.â I closed the door and stood there for a minute with my forehead pressed against the door.Â
âTold ya,â the gruff voice made me jump. For a big guy, he was quiet when he wanted to be.Â
âYou must be hungry,â I exclaimed while looking at the clock by the kitchen entrance, âitâs already well past one!â I squeezed my way around him and walked towards the kitchen. âI have uh, eggs, meatâŚ.â I felt silly listing everything in my fridge, âWhat are you in the mood for?â I finally asked.Â
When I looked over the door of the fridge to the entryway where he was first standing, I was met with empty space. âHuh?..âÂ
âYou donât got a lotâŚâ My eyes widened as I felt his breath on the back of my neck. Why was he so close? It suddenly sunk in that I just have some stranger in my house⌠hovering over me.Â
Wait⌠I donât have a lot? âI just stocked my fridge yesterday, but if you donât see anything, we can always order something?â âNo, he should be leaving, if he wants food then he can get it himself,â the thought popped up. Â
Before I could debate my hospitality, his breath brushed against my ear, âYou payinâ?â A sense of dread hit my stomach, and my wallet.Â
After apologizing to the third delivery guy for the egregious amount of food, I shut the door. I slid my back down and prepared to walk into my living room-turned-buffet.Â
My eyes widened as I walked into the scene; there were literal piles of takeout boxes lined around my coffee table as well on the floor next to it. And he was already eating?! He couldnât even wait for me to sit down?Â
âAre you gonna eat?â His mouth was full while he asked the question.Â
Exhale. I sat down on the other side of the couch, once again tensing at the sound of my poor furniture earnestly trying to keep us both up. âI should write a review for this brand,â the thought made me chuckle a little.Â
He finished it. He finished it all. He even finished my fucking leftovers. I sat there with my back against the couch as he rubbed his stomach lazily beside me, the mess of takeout packages littered around my living space. The thought of cleaning up after he left nearly brought me to tears once again.Â
The main issue was, he wasnât making any moves to go. âSoâŚâ I began, âwhere are you from?â My question earned me a raised eyebrow from the man as he stared at me.
âWhy do you care?â Okay, rude.
âSimply trying to make conversation. I mean, you are kind of a stranger just⌠in my house.â This seemed to humor him.
âAlright alright, Iâm from Meteor City,â my eyes widened in surprise. Iâve heard stories about the place, but Iâve never met someone from there. Itâs also quite a distance from here.Â
âWhat brings you so far from home?â And who is beating you so badly you landed on my porch?Â
His brow furrowed like he was figuring out what to say, âJust passing through.â Okay, now Iâm more curious.
âAny destination?â I pulled my legs onto the couch, leaning forward to try and meet his avoidant gaze.
He scratched the back of his neck, âDamn you ask a lot of questions. No, Iâm just roaminâ.âÂ
When I realized he wouldnât meet my eyes, I began to look past him, outside of the window. The sun was starting to set, painting the skies various blues and oranges. I wouldâve taken in its beauty if it werenât serving as a reminder that Uvogin is still in my house.Â
We sat in silence for a few additional minutes as I pondered on how to ask him to leave. âHe could stay one more night,â was a possibility, âbut think of all the money heâll eat and break,â another possibility.Â
Before I could really make a decision, Uvogin was already spreading himself out on the couch, feet pushing off three piles of takeout containers onto the floor. He yawned obnoxiously loud, letting me know I should stop with the questions.Â
But the question of where he was gonna sleep pushed against my lips.Â
The image of him breaking the twin bed in the guest bedroom sent shivers down my spine, and I wanted to give my couch a break but I couldnât just ask him to sleep on the floor. The image of when I first woke up replayed in my head, how peaceful he seemed curled up on my rug.Â
âLike a puppy,â I tried to force down the smile that played on my lips.Â
âMr. Uvogin,â I turned to look at him. My face flattened when I saw his mouth wide open and his eyes shut, drool already beginning to drop from his lips.Â
A defeated sigh filled the air before the creaking of the couch followed it. It barely lifted after I stood up. My arms felt heavy as I pried myself away from the scene.
Shower and then bed. I didnât realize how heavy my muscles were until I sprawled out all of my limbs across my bed. My bed was quite large, but I donât think it could even hold Uvogin-Â
âWho cares if a stranger can fit in my bed????â I rolled around my bed despite having no energy, hoping that tiring myself out more would help my mind focus on something else.
I rolled around several times before finally settling into my blankets. The rising and falling of my chest slowed as I began to drift into sleep.Â
I woke up to my room rocking back and forth and my shoulder jolting around. âW-what?â The rocking stopped and my eyes landed on a blurry figure. As the room finally began to steady and my vision focused, I recognized Uvogin.
âYouâre finally awake,â he grunted, scratching the top of his head, âyour room is kinda nice; lots of little trinkets.â He looked around nervously, causing me to jump up.
âYou havenât broken an-â
âNo no, nothingâs broken, everythingâs fine,â he eased. âWhereâs the menu for that take-out place? Unless youâre planninâ to cook again?â My eyes widened at the audacity. Heâs still here in my home and heâs got the guts to ask me for food? I studied his face for a moment, noticing that there wasnât even a scar above his right eye.Â
I huffed and threw my legs over the edge of my bed, sliding my feet onto the floor. âIâll cook something, but it probably wonât be enough to satisfy you until you leave.â My eyes met him at the last two words.Â
His eyes briefly widened before he slowly broke out a smirk, his eyes lowering, âIâm sure youâll find some way to solve that.âÂ
My face began to grow hot, the sudden feeling of my chest tightening caused my body to turn away. I tried to hide my uneven breathing on my way to the kitchen, trying to stay a couple steps ahead of Uvogin. âHe didnât mean anything other than heâs going to eat all the shit in my fridge.âÂ
My arms were sore and I nearly fainted after placing the last plate on my kitchen table. There were 2 leftover stews on the table, 9 cups of rice on the table, around 30 eggs, and a stack of at least 26 pancakes.Â
By the time I sat down at the table and had a sufficient amount of water, Uvogin was already finishing his third bowl of stew and rice. âGreedy bastard,â I cursed him in my head, my eyes burning into him. If he was concerned about my gaze, he didnât show it. He continued almost mindlessly shoveling food into his mouth. Did he even chew?Â
I had finished half a pancake and a few spoonfuls of scrambled eggs before the sight of the freeloader completely ruined my appetite.Â
The deep sigh from Uvogin caused me to start rapidly blinking in surprise, âYou were right, but it should be enough for the start of the day.âÂ
I felt my right eye start to twitch, my hands grasping on to the table as I fought back the outburst threatening to spill out.Â
âHuh? Whatâs wrong with you?âÂ
âAre youâŚâ
âHm?â My head shot up and my eyes met Uvoginâs.
âAre you fucking serious?â My words started coming out faster than I could think, âYou wake up in someone elseâs fucking home, unconscious and beaten up, then you offer them no explanation to what happen. Okay, thatâs fine. But then you stay the whole first day despite being perfectly fine, and hell, you didnât even thank me for the meal you had yesterday, you just took your ass right to sleep on my couch!âÂ
âWhoa whatâs-â
âThen to have the fucking audacity to wake me up in my bed, without even knocking first, by SHAKING me? To ask me to either cook or order you food? Are you a goddamn toddler? Both your legs and mouth work just fine, you couldâve mosied your ass right outta here and got your fill somewhere else. And oh my god the fucking nerve to complain that there wasnât enough food to satisfy you? Youâre a fucking unbelievable, self centered, freeloading lee-â
The bottom of Uvoginâs hand covered my mouth. My breath hitched as I felt his fingers reach the back of my head; his hand was huge. And the speed of which he crossed the room, I didnât even register him leaving his seat.Â
My body began to tremble. Suddenly, I no longer wanted to meet Uvoginâs gaze.Â
I felt his warm breath brush against the top of my head as he let out a low exhale, I trembled harder in response.Â
âYouâre so tiny⌠no wonder you couldnât bottle your feelings up for so long,â he was teasing me. If I wasnât so scared at the sheer size of this man and his sudden control over me, I couldâve been mad at how he wasnât taking me seriously. âLook at me.â My eyes didnât move, my vision unfocused. âLook at me,â his tone was more stern.Â
My eyes slowly moved to meet his. His eyelids were low and he didnât have a tint of animosity on his face, but the small grin he had was unnerving; he knew he was truly in control right now.Â
âGood girl. Now, Iâm gonna remove my hand from your mouth, and I donât wanna hear anything unless I speak to you, understood?â I slowly nodded my head yes in compliance.Â
His hand slowly backed away from my lips and I let out a shaky breath. âYouâre so good at following instructions,â the condescending tone in his voice filled my ears.Â
âI think your bed is much better suited for me, Iâll sleep there tonight,â Uvogin stated after a long drawn out silence. It had been a couple hours since we last spoke. After the shaky encounter at breakfast, I simply washed the dishes and continued to sit on the opposite end of the couch from him in silence. My eyes stared at the TV blankly, not registering what show was currently on while my mind replayed the scenario.Â
âM-my bed?â I hated how meek my voice sounded in my own home. He invaded my living room, fridge, and now my room?Â
âMhm, itâs big enough. Besides, I canât sleep on the floor all the time,â he chuckled as if it was truly funny.Â
âAll the timeâŚâ as if he was stayingâŚÂ
My heart began thumping in my chest at the thought of Uvogin staying for another week, then weeks, then months⌠Surely he wouldnât stay for that long though, heâs a drifter whoâs place of origin is days travel away. Someone like him wouldnât find a place like this suitable for settling anyway. Itâs too quiet, and Iâve never even heard of people arguing with malicious intent around here before. A brute like Uvogin would get bored soon.Â
âUvogin⌠I have work tomorrow,â I drew out each word, frightened that something would be seen as combative and gain a negative response. âI donât think you can stay here.â
He laughed at my attempt to get him to leave, âIâm not a pet you have to supervise, Iâll be fine on my own.âÂ
âWhy canât you just leave?â I wanted to get down on my knees and break down, beg him to go somewhere else. âWell, Iâll have to go to the grocery store tomorrow as well, so Iâll be gone all day. Besides, youâve already said I didnât have enough to feed you.âÂ
âSo Iâll go with you. I can stop by your job when youâre done and we can pick up the stuff I like.â Itâs like he just couldnât hear the parts where I was asking him to leave.Â
I couldnât imagine Uvogin realistically walking through a store, pushing a cart and having me grab what he was interested in. The image couldâve earned a laugh from me yesterday.Â
I didnât say much else until it grew late. I tried putting off going to sleep as much as possible, my eyes darted from the clock to Uvogin and back again. It was now 11:24, the rhythmic ticking slowly lulling me to sleep. I tried fighting it, I didnât want to allow Uvogin in my room, I wanted to at least put up some kind of resistance.
Eventually my eyes blinked one last time.Â
The soft buzzing of my phone under my pillow pulled me out of the blank void of sleep. My eyes lazily opened as I let out a stretch, my hands gently pushing against Uvoginâs chest. I closed my eyes once again, being invited back to sleep at the knowledge that this was one of three alarms.Â
âUvoginâs chest?â My eyes bolted open and I was confronted by Uvoginâs tan skin filling my vision, the hair on his body brushed against my face. My whole body tensed. I stayed still for what felt like hours as I listened to the surprisingly soft snores from the giant man. At one point, he mumbled something in his sleep before tightening his arms around me, pulling me more into his chest.
My alarm buzzed once again under my pillow, but this time I had to use a little more force to pull away from Uvogin to turn it off. I paused at the lack of snoring before my head slowly turned to face him.Â
His eyes were lazily gazing at me, blinking slowly as if he were fighting off the threat of more sleep. âIs someone calling you?â His voice was low and groggy, the words almost slurred.Â
I slowly shook my head no, âItâs my alarm. I have to start getting ready for work.â I slowly began pushing my body away from him, sitting up. It felt like a weight was taken off my chest as his hands loosened their grip.Â
âCanât you miss it?â Why was he begging me to stay home?Â
âIf I miss work, how am I gonna afford these huge grocery trips?â I retorted before my mind could catch up. I donât need to afford huge grocery trips in the first place. Heâs not staying.
Uvogin chuckled as the hand resting on my hip started moving back and forth, âJust take the stuff you want.âÂ
âLike⌠steal?â I now turned my head back towards him with a confused look, âYouâre wanting me to steal copious amounts of food from a grocery store?âÂ
Uvogin simply nodded and shrugged his shoulders before he made a lazy effort to sit up. My bed creaked, causing me to cringe; the sound was much less abrasive than my poor couch though.Â
I sighed before shaking my head, âUvogin, unlike you I live here, I like living here. If I stole something, Iâd be banned from the store and arrested. Iâm not some drifter unable to settle in one place. Iâm here, Iâm settled, Iâm not risking everything for you to get a couple hours of satisfaction.â My tone was much softer than yesterday, and I tried to choose my words more carefully this time.Â
Uvogin was scratching the side of his head now in obvious annoyance, âI got it, I got it. You donât need to keep going on these long rants.âÂ
I felt a wave of relief wash over me at the lack of aggression that my rant earned; I figured the fact that he was sleepy along with my gentle tone played hugely.Â
My phone buzzed once again. I let out a breath before sliding completely out of Uvoginâs grip and off the bed. I got dressed in the bathroom, locking the door. I mentally prepared myself for another shift, this time there was a positive besides money; I got away from Uvogin.Â
I left the house without a word; Uvogin was already back asleep by the time I got out of the bathroom so I was already feeling lighter by the lack of interaction.Â
Within two hours of my shift, I felt my phone buzz. I checked it on my lunch break, finding three additional notifications.
>You didnât say what time you got off.
>Can you send me the number to that restaurant?Â
>Your neighbors are fucking annoying, do they not have jobs?
>Canât you respond?
The contact was already labeled âUvoginâ. When did he get into my phone?Â
I furiously texted responses to each question.Â
>7:30. Thereâs a flier on the fridge. The ones on my left work nights and the ones on my right have an unemployed son. I have a job to do.Â
My head fell between my arms. I didnât even have enough to pack my lunch today, my mood grew more sour by the minute.Â
Seeing my coworkers duck and whisper as they exited the building let me know Uvogin was there before my eyes even landed on him.Â
âHey,â he held up a hand but didnât wave.Â
I simply nodded in acknowledgment while walking to my car. Uvogin followed close behind until I reached the driverâs door. He made his way to the passenger side but blinked in confusion at me from atop the roof.Â
I slid into the car without acknowledging him further. My eyes widened as it leaned into Uvoginâs weight as he sat in. The car gave a little shake at almost every movement he made. I groaned knowing that my gas was gonna burn even faster, and who knows what other problems this will bring.Â
I drove to the store, simply nodding or giving Uvogin short answers as he pointed out the window, asking questions about this or that, have I been here or there.Â
Never had I felt so watched in my life as I had when walking with Uvogin. From the parking lot through ever isle, there was at least one pair of eyes that trailed our movements. I wanted to shrink and throw myself in the cart under the mountain of food that Uvogin was freely picking. He looked at me in surprise when I told him he had 10 final items.Â
He wordlessly loaded the groceries into the car, out of the car, and into the house. I was finally grateful for him; it was finally only one trip from the car to the house. I began prepping dinner as the man started putting things away, asking where this, this, and this went, or if this had to go in the fridge.Â
By the time dinner was done, I couldnât bring myself to eat more than half of my plate, pure exhaustion taking over my body. I felt Uvoginâs eyes on me before I heard the clinking of dishes as he walked around the table, then their clatter as he threw them into the sink. My eyes were fighting to stay open.Â
Uvogin pushed his hands under my armpits before hoisting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as far as they could go. My head rested on his shoulder. I wanted to protest, I wanted to tell him to put me down, but I was far too tired.Â
Over the next three weeks I began to develop a routine with Uvogin; wake up after the second alarm and try to find my phone before it wakes up Uvogin, remind Uvogin why I work, go to work, come home to see heâs got most of dinner already cooked before helping him finish, shower, and watch TV before Uvogin carries me to bed. It was almost like he wasnât some stranger who crashed in here, but instead a partner of multiple years.Â
My body began to relax over Uvogin as I felt the beginning of sleep, my limbs sprawled over top of him while we laid on the couch. Over the last week, Uvogin had moved past just cuddling me while I slept; he would hover over me with his hands on my shoulders while I cooked or washed dishes, he would pull me into his lap whenever we were sitting in the same room, or he would pull me over top of him when he wanted to lay down on the couch like now.
An almost purring noise coming from under me is what pulled me out of the entrance of slumber. Then I felt something hard rubbing between my legs.Â
âThereâs no way-â a soft grunt before Uvoginâs hips bucked into me ever so slightly confirmed my suspension.Â
âU-Uvogin!â I rose up as much as I could under his hand, his grip on my waist wasnât tight but it didnât need to be, he was strong even when he wasnât trying.
âAh shit-â he let out a low groan, âyouâre awake.â I wiggled more under his grip now. He pushed his hand down on my lower back, pushing out a soft yelp from me.Â
âWhat are⌠what are you doing?â My chest felt tight as my stomach twisted into knots.
He pushed harder into my crotch, a shiver traveled up my spine. My body began to tremble, âI thought- ah, I thought you were sleeping already.â His breath brushed against my ear and I felt my body beginning to shake.Â
âUvogin s-stop. What are you talking about?âÂ
âStop squirming so damn much,â his breath was picking up as his movements became harsher. One of his hands toyed with the waist of my pants. âI usually wait, mmm, until youâre out cold. Youâre usually so receptive too, your little hips move back and forth like you couldnât wait for me to touch you,â he let out a low chuckle before his hand dipped into my underwear to fondle my ass.Â
His cock was rigid under my body, threatening to break through the fabric of both of our shorts. His hand was tough against my ass, the squeezing nearly bringing tears to my eyes. âPlease⌠p-please be gentler!â I cried out. Uvogin grinned widely and I can already tell that it was because I didnât ask him to stop.Â
My lips wouldnât form the words âstopâ or ânoâ. The only sounds that came out of my mouth were moans or whimpers, which he took as an invitation to go further. His hand pushed further into my panties, reaching around to my clit. I screwed my eyes shut and buried my face deep into his chest.
His chest bounced up and down as he let out a loud laugh, âSo wet for me, I knew that whole âI hate youâ act was a farce.â I could only shake my head back and forth to show my disagreement, still not being able to face him. âOh?â I felt his finger tips brush against my clit lightly, causing my hips to buck against his hand while pressing further down on his cock. âYour body seems to disagree.â I could see the shit eating grin he definitely had in the darkness of my closed eyes.
âMight as well go all the way tonight since you know now.â Before I could even question what he meant, I was flipped onto my back, his large frame caging me on the couch. He did in fact have a shit eating grin planted on his lips. He pulled my shirt off of my body, then snapped off my bra; he whistled before his lips latched onto one of my nipples.Â
My back arched, pushing my breast further towards him. I felt his hands pushing down my pants and my underwear before he threw them across the room. My thighs pressed closely together at the sudden cool breeze.Â
He chuckled, âYouâve already grown comfortable with me, donât pretend to be shy now,â he spoke like we had had sex a thousand times before. With little effort, he pushed my legs apart with one hand.Â
First he took over my living room, my kitchen, my room and bed, and now Uvogin feels entitled enough to take over my body. I should be angry, the tightness in my stomach should be built from anger, not from the pleasure from his tongue playing with my nipples as his finger traced circles over my clit.Â
My heart raced as his fingers rubbed suddenly faster. I looked down to see Uvogin grinding into the couch, his free hand palming his rock hard erection through his shorts. My face grew warmer in the shame of being the only one naked.
The shame didnât last for long as my mind began growing quiet save for the thoughts of reaching my orgasm. âU-Uvogin, Uvogin Iâm gonna,â I couldnât think of a complete sentence as Uvoginâs fingers worked harder, his mouth sucking more aggressively on my hard nipples. The licking, sucking, and the biting made my head swirl, mixing light pain with intense pleasure.Â
Without much warning I came undone under Uvogin. My fingers wrapped tuffs of his hair and pulled, his head didnât budge an inch. He wouldnât stop, his fingers only slightly slowed anc his tongue only lightly brushing over my nipples as I rode out my orgasm on his hand.Â
âT-too much,â I meekly whimpered as I quickly entered overstim terrority. Uvogin just chuckled, his fingers steadily slowed down, but they didnât stop as he made eye contact.Â
âYouâre pretty when the only shit coming out of your mouth is the sound of wanting me.â I snapped my half lidded eyes at him, glaring to let him know I disapproved despite the moans slipping through my lips.
He pushed himself up a little, putting one hand above my head on the couchâs arm. The length of his cock pressed against my outer labia; I shuddered under the weight of it. There was no way it was gonna fit. As if he read my mind, âIâll take it as slow as I can, but it will fit,â he growled lowly before rocking his hips back and forth.Â
I began to clench around nothing, whining quietly in anticipation. Uvoginâs sudden call to patience created a painful ache in my core; he was the one that couldnât wait until I was truly asleep before fondling my ass, but now he decided to put years of discipline to use to stop himself from fucking me?Â
My jaw clenched, desperate to try to hold back any sounds in order to draw out his egotistical side, the side that needed me to let all the neighbors know how good he was making me feel. How the freeloading bastard was now laying claim to my body.Â
I shivered at the thought, the fact that the tip of his cock was now pressing at my opening was not helping me keep still nor quiet. If Uvogin was in a more stable mind, he probably wouldâve held out longer, recognizing my attempts to frustrate him. He wasnât in a more stable mind though. The annoyance from my silent treatment was evident on his face. I couldnât refrain from smiling a little at my small victory.
Uvoginâs own grin wiped my smile away. I sharply inhaled, grasping desperately onto the couchâs cushions as the burly man began pressing the tip of his cock into me. His movements were slow, but not slow enough for me to get used to the current length before he pressed in further.Â
He bottomed out, stilling as his cock twitched. I tried to steady my breathing, tried to refocus my eyes, tried to stop my whimpering and whines at the sensation of his entire dick deep inside me, stretching me open. I heard his own breath hitch, âFuck fuck fuck, relax!â he begged; it sounded like the wood in the couch arm was crushing.Â
It felt like hours before I could even breathe relatively normal, much less relax my cunt. Uvoginâs fingers rubbed lazily on my clit in an attempt to aid my issue. âIt all fits,â he once cooed during the adjustment.Â
Uvogin took my calmer breathing as a sign to start moving. His hips slowly pulled backwards, my cunt clenched after it, desperate to refill the now empty inches inside of me. The desperation didnât last long, he had only pulled out half way before the length of him pushed back in. He repeated this motion; half out, all in, half out, all in, antagonistically slow.Â
âF-faster please,â I begged, my mind couldnât completely comprehend what I was requesting.Â
Uvoginâs lips cracked into a snarky grin before his hips snapped into me. I felt like I was gonna break at any second, his sudden increase in speed gave me no time to think. It wasnât just his cock that sped up, his fingers hungrily went to work on my clit. My mind felt numb as my body rocked up and down while my moans and cries for Uvogin drowned out the aggressive creaking of the couch.Â
My arms wrapped tightly around Uvoginâs neck, he humored me and came closer as if I could actually pull him. His forehead pressed against mine with a gentleness I couldnât imagine he had, my name left his lips with a sense of urgency, like at any moment I could break out of his grip.Â
My knees pressed against Uvoginâs hips in an unneeded effort to keep him inside of me. I felt every muscle in my body tighten as I clamped down on his cock, âU-Uvogin,â I choked out, âcum.. soonâŚâ My mind could barely come together enough to form a string of words..Â
Uvoginâs thrusts were steady and harsh. âCum, cum for me while I take you.â The words practically set fire to my pelvis as I shook under him, crying out the manâs name as I finally broke, my climax coating his cock.
His hips snapped more eratically, âAh, fucking-, fuck!â His voice was so loud, Iâm surprised the neighbors werenât banging on my door already. I mewled at the unstopping feeling of his skin slapping against mine, his cock bashing my body, overwhelming my pussy.Â
I pawed helplessly at his chest, attempting to get away before the pain of overstimulation grew. The hand not gripping the couch was now pressed onto my stomach to keep me in place, also pushing down harder every time his cock pushed in. I couldnât form words at this point, couldnât beg him to stop or at least slow down.Â
He was pushing down more aggressively now, I felt his muscles tense. âClose, so fucking close to claiming you, finally claiming you,â his voice was low and guttural. My eyes rolled back, the words made me waver in excitement, in that moment I couldâve begged him for it. I didnât want anything more than for him to fill me completely.
I whined loudly as I felt a second orgasm approaching. Drool was rolling down the side of my cheek, I was being fucked dumb. Usually calm and level headed, all it took was a couple thrusts from a guy who refused to leave to break me.Â
The thought drove me over the edge, I couldnât hold back. Uvogin groaned as I came once again around his cock without warning. I felt limp for only a moment as my body tensed at the merciless thrusting.Â
This time, his body slammed against me roughly, causing me to cry out. His cock twitched eagerly as the length of his movements shortened.
Without warning, he pulled out one last time before burying his cock as deep as it could go, spilling his own orgasm out with a loud and deep groan.Â
I laid there, regulating my breath and regaining my thoughts as I felt his cum slowly leaking down my ass. My eyes blinked a couple of times, threatening to stay shut before I pushed them back open. My body finally lay limp, not a single muscle seemed to contain enough energy to perform.
It took a couple seconds for me to realize that Uvogin was stroking my head, that I was back on top of him in the same position as before we started all of this. My eyelids won the fight and finally shut as the calm rhythm of Uvoginâs heart lulled me to sleep.Â
âFucking freeloader,â I thought with a little less malice.Â

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