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What Ilya says: Hollander.

you had pushed him back on his dorm bed, unable to help yourself when he was going on about something that happened during one of his classes. how he corrected the professor who tried to save their own pride by arguing with your self-assured boyfriend.

your thighs were squeezing together while he told you about it, a cute pout on his lips because he knew he was right. and you could barely catch the whole story because you were busy staring at his lips. at his jaw that you were tempted to take out a protractor and see just how sharp it was. at his arms bulging in his hoodie when he folded them over his chest.

you couldn’t handle it. your panties were becoming soaked.

you didn’t bother taking off either of your clothes, flipping your skirt up and straddling him to grind against him.

“b-baby-- fuck…” he whimpers, hands clutching your waist as you rut desperately against the bulge in his jeans, the fabric quickly becoming darker from a combination of his pre and your arousal. “what’s hah gotten into you?”

“i love you,” you whisper, leaning down, breath mingling with his. “i love hearing you speak. everything about you. mm, fuck… you make me so wet.”

he has to bite back a moan in response to your words. he stutters out something along the lines of an “i love you” back. then, he remembers the little note in his calendar that he put, keeping track of your cycle.

oh.

his glasses are foggy and skewed on his face, but he’s staring up at you with glassy eyes, a starry gaze of love and awe in them. he’s panting softly, mouth parted. you take his chin between your fingers, urging him to open his mouth further and you spit right onto his tongue.

he whines. loudly. his hips bucking up violently into yours, his clothed bulge catching on your clit just right. his hold tightens on your hips and he can’t help the frantic humping as he holds you down firmly on his lap. he ruts and ruts, like he’s the one in heat. already looking completely ruined.

“fuck, fuck. oh, fuck, you’re so hot. i need to… can i fuck you, please, baby?”

you slow down your hips, gyrating them in lecherous circles and figure 8’s, head tipping back as you moan so sweetly into the sultry air. your panties are a sticky mess at this point, sticking to you like a second skin, see-through and filthy.

“can’t, ‘toru. we don’t have condoms right now. plus this feels sooo good.”

“i’ll pull out, i promise,” he insists, breathy and needy. he can feel you soaking him through the layers of fabric, your heat making him twitch within the confines of his jeans. he aches to feel your cloying warmth wrapped around him instead. “jus’… hah need you so bad.”

“you can never pull out. you’re so weak when it comes to me,” you whisper again, and he groans, head lolling back on his pillow.

he knows you’re right, but god, does he need you.

you start to hump him faster again, the slick puddle between the two of you easing the glide of your hips. you grind against him like you’re riding him, completely taking control and making him dizzy. he feels like he’s going insane. and each time his cock drags against you just right, your thighs tremble on each side of his lap, only making you gush again, continuously leaking.

“love this so much, ‘toru,” you mewl, planting your palms on his chest so that you can grind against him faster and harder. a shiver runs through you, a shock of pleasure pulling your eyes back into your skull. “you feel so good like this.”

that hot little pool of pleasure in your lower abdomen growing hotter and spreading through you.

he’s whimpering out your name like a sacred prayer, sweat rolling down his neck as he tries to suppress the urge to fuck you. tries and fails pathetically. all he can think about is the way your sweet walls massage his cock, dripping all over him and sending him to heaven early.

“‘m gonna die like this. not being able to fuck you.”

“you’re so cute when you’re needy,” you giggle, leaning back down and kissing him. it’s a hungry kiss, like both of you are starving for each other, teeth clashing, moaning hotly into each other’s mouths.

one of his hands trail up from your hip to the back of your head, tangling in your hair and keeping you in place to kiss you like it might be the last time he ever will. his tongue slides against yours before you capture it between your lips and suck gently.

you feel his fingers twitch on your hip and in your hair, a muffled moan resounding through him and his eyes roll back. his body trembles beneath yours, grasp tightening on your hip before it slowly relaxes again. you feel warmth quickly seeping through your panties, something hot that isn’t your own slick.

pulling back from the heated kiss, you look down at him, seeing the flush deepening on his cheeks and the hazy look in his baby blue eyes. he’s gently rutting into you, dick pulsing with each grind.

“did you just cum?” you ask, awe and a deeper desire taking over the look in your eyes.

he drapes his arm over his eyes, catching his breath. “maybe. a tiny bit.”

you giggle again, looking down at the dark patch on his jeans that got bigger. “a little bit, huh?” you continue to rub yourself against him, and it doesn’t take long for his cock to twitch back to life. “think you can go again? i don’t think i can stop.”

he slumps back, but still eager to please you. “you really are gonna kill me.”

a/n: welcome back sub toru!!

Ilya: that's not true! I did! In the shower!

Shane: I introduced myself to you at world juniors!

Ilya: that wasn't a move! That was normal introduction!

Shane: Ilya, baby, when have you ever known me to initiate a social interaction with a stranger?