RealCube

you do exactly as he instructs without missing a beat, you shuffle backwards so your back is against the headboard, but you keep your legs as far apart as possible for him. he shuffles forward and mutters, "that's it. keep em wide f' me, kid."

once you're ready, you look at him with a honeyed worry in your eyes and he clicks his tongue, "let's take a look then." you can tell he wants to act as though this is all routine and he has 'no choice' but to do this, but you can see the flicker of a smile on his face which speaks volumes. he puts a pillow under your lower back so your pussy is angled up towards his face , so he can get a better look.

he narrows his eyes and keeps his mouth sealed, with all the focus and intensity of a surgeon. his thumbs run across your lips, then briefly dips between them, "nice n' wet for me. that's good, it'll make this easier." he murmurs, quickly licking the tip of both his thumbs before he parts your lips to further inspect your labia.

"mm." he hums the sound of contemplation as his eyes work their way down from your clit to your hole.

"hmph." you huff, furrowing your brows together as you petulantly turn your head away, looking out the window again. you wanted to give the impression you were going tired of this, as opposed to the truth of wanting to distract yourself from the growing pleasure in your gut. it's shameful; he wasn't even providing any real stimulation but the pressure of his gaze against your hole and the nippy air on your clit was enough to make your pussy twitch with excitement. and you didn't want it to show on your face, but it did.

"what? you not enjoying this, brat?" he asks gruffly, not sparing you a glance as he thumbs your folds softly, as if testing how malleable they are. then, he pushes the meat in different directions, inspecting every side of your cunt from every possible angle.

"do you have to do this every week? it's.. embarrassing."

"how the fuck is it embarrassing? there's no else wa—" just as he's about to deviate from your point, you snap your head around and shoot daggers at him, prompting him to swiftly redirect, "tsk. you know i'm away a lot on missions, doll. need to make sure no one else touched this pussy while i was gone. including you."

the last comment is rather pointed, hence you huff and sheepishly turn away again, "that was one time. i fingered myself one time." you grumble to yourself.

"yeah, and you thought i wouldn't find out. which is why i need to do this." he spits, attention hastily falling back onto your cunt. "now let's see." he uses one hand to keep your folds spread, while the other shallowly thumbs your pussy. at first the tip of his thumbs bob in and out of your entrance, testing the resistance, while his eyes remain trained to where your hole consumes him. "mm, not bad."

while one hand cups your pussy and lightly fingers your hole, the other shifts from your thigh over to his trousers. he tugs the fabric down slightly and slips his hand under, pulling out his stiffened cock. running his hand slowly up and down the shaft while his eyes are stuck to your pussy. you can hear his low growls, along with the spongy wet noises he makes as he repeatedly pushes the tip of his finger into your hole, tiring out your entrance. "she's still as tight as i remember."

"thanks." you whimper, trying your best to suppress your pathetic little moans. he's barely giving you any stimulation, but it's been so long since your poor cunt had been given any attention at all, so perhaps you're extra sensitive due to that. regardless, even the shallow insertion of just half his finger into your hole was enough to get your stomach stirring.

shifting his hand away from your entrance, he starts toying with your clit. he rolls it between his two fingers, eliciting an obscene whine from you, which makes him chuckle. "clit isn't swollen. that's a good sign."

"yeah, cos i didn't touch it." you state, and he just smirks at you, still stroking his length.

"sure." he playfully slaps it and grins when it makes you jolt. he shuffles back slightly and instructs, "right. now be a good girl and hold yourself open while i look closer." he removes his hand from your clit and instead uses it to brace himself and he leans back, relaxing while the other hand languidly rubs his cock.

wordlessly, you do as you are told and reach your hands forward, placing each one under your lips and thus spreading them as far apart as they could go, exposing your whole cunt to toji's piercing gaze once again.

"that's my girl." his breath hitches, hastily picking up the pace at which he was rubbing his dick. "such a pretty little hole." his dark hair falls in front of his face as he looks down at you. his compression shirt allows you to see every inch of his abs and the way his hard chest rises and falls with each staggered groan.

it's not long before he's pumping himself furiously over your cunt, the sheer force of his arm against his own cock causing the entire bed to bounce slightly. "fuck, baby. keep it spread f' me. that cute pussy— shit." expletives tear from his throat and his eyebrows twitch as he draws closer to his climax, but the whole time his eyes remain drilled to your drenched cunt. the perfect folds, the sweet colour and the way it subtly quivers under the cold bedroom air.

with a loud, guttural groan, he spurts ropes of cum all across his lap, the bed and your lower half. it doesn't help that he's still aggressively jerking himself off the whole time, which only exacerbates the mess. once the initial load has it's coated everything in its vicinity, the rest of the fluid dripples down his shaft, leaking from his tip.

he heaves, smearing the rest of his cum against your hole, as if the rest if your pussy wasn't already painted in his cum. still, you keep your pussy spread until he dismisses you. eyebrows slanted, you look at him with a pout, "did i pass?"

"yeah, baby." he huffs, nodding slowly, "still a perfect as i left you. can tell you've not touched yourself this time." he teasingly presses his thumb against your clit and when the pressure causes you to whimper, he chuckles as though you've proved his point. "finally learned your lesson, huh?"

"yeah.."

"or we could just watch a movie?"

" 'm not in the mood." he sighs heavily, there's a pause of consideration before he continues, "but you're right. i should find a distraction."

"exactly!" you chirp, shaking his shoulder slightly to mimic excitement, "so, what do you wanna do? watch tv? play yugioh?"

he turns around so that he's longer sideways and instead the back of his head is resting on your leg, and he's looking up at you. finally you're able to meet his sharp blue eyes, which are only slightly red and puffy. "could i eat?" he places his hand on his stomach.

"sure, what do you wanna eat? i think i might have some leftover pasta in the fridge? or we could order a delivery, it's up to you."

"i had something else in mind." he wears an odd grimace, as though he's already embarrassed about what he is going to say next, "but don't hate me for suggesting it."

"don't be silly, i won't hate you." you cup his cheek and smile down reassuringly, assuming that he was going to suggest somewhere expensive, or a fast food chain that you don't like.

"you.."

baffled, you blink down at him, " 'you' what?"

"could i eat.." you've never seen his face painted such a bright red before, "you."

your throat dries up and you laugh awkwardly; this must be some sort of misunderstanding because no way your sweet, nerdy best friend just asked to eat you out. like, sure there have been a couple of times in the past where you've had a bit of sexual tension but it never goes any further than a bit of kissing.. well, besides that one time he fingered you but you were both drunk so that doesn't count! beyond that, the two of you have had a purely wholesome friendship.

"like in a cannibal way orrr?"

"you know what i mean, (y/n)!" he blurts out, eyebrows knitted together in frustration. when you look back at him, dismayed, he exhales sharply out his nose and adjusts his glasses, then he replies in a calmer fashion, "look, it's just uh— hear me out first, alright? it doesn't have to be a big thing. it's scientifically proven that sex lowers cortisol and causes your brain to release endorphins and dopamine, both of which i am severely lacking in right now." he sniffles to emphasise point, but you just shoot him an unimpressed glare.

"i don't know, satoru." you furrow your brows as you try to consider his proposition, but everything about this situation just feels so surreal, "we're just friends. this sounds more like the kind of favour people who are dating would do for each other."

"it's not— uuh, don't think of it like us having sex. it's more just like.. a biological process." he states with a proud smile, but your skeptical look prompts him to elaborate, "we are just two organisms undergoing symbiosis together, no strings attached and no romance involved. ever heard of mutualism?"

you look down at him and of course he's gazing up at you with those stupid-cute, big puppy eyes. his glasses sliding down his nose and his bottom lashes clumped together from crying all add to the over pathetic and pleading vibe he has. god, he's so lucky you have a big heart. "fine, we can... biologically procreate together."

"erm," he coughs, raising his finger, "it was actually biological process. but if you want, we could procreate after!"

"let's start with the process." you roll your eyes, and he gets up from your lap, grinning like an idiot. "only cos i feel bad for you. and i care about and i want you to feel better. so if this the only way for your brain to release serotonin then so be it."

"dopamine." you corrects, but when you narrow your eyes at him, he splutters out, "but you were close!"

"yeah." you start to wiggle out your shorts. when satoru came round your house, you weren't expecting company and with all his complaining you didn't have time to change, so you were just in your shorts, with no panties on underneath. when you tug your shorts off any your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room, you hiss slightly. you can feel your core is already throbbing, begging for attention — perhaps letting gojo eat you out was more self-serving than you let on, but of course he couldn't know that.

you learned your lesson after you made the mistake of telling him that you enjoyed it when he played with your clit. when the two of you got drunk and he fingered you, it may have slipped out that you love it when he touches you there and he does it so well, or something of that effect. and that was all the confirmation satoru needed before he was palming your poor bud every chance he got. at first you appreciated it and thought it was actually pretty hot: he tease it to keep you entertained while he studies, or would rub it while the two of you were watching tv together.

but it didn't take long for it to be come obsessive. gojo tends to get really invested in things so you should've seen it coming, in retrospect. but how were you supposed to anticipate his fingers automatically searching for your clit under the table whenever you'd sit down in the library together. or for him to slide his hands under your waistband while he was driving you around. you could barely even have a conversation with him without your sore bud being pinched or pressed. and yes it was sweet that he was doing it because he knew you liked it but everything has its limits, so that's when you had to put your foot down.

so you fear that if you were to let him know that you're eager for him to eat you out may result in him dropping to his knees and ducking under your skirt every chance he gets. again, when he gets into something, he gets really into it.

he smiles, licking his bottom lip slightly as he parts your legs, admiring your glistening cunt. it takes a while before he's able to pry his stare off it and look you in the eye, but once he does, he says solemnly, "thank you. i love you," he kisses you on the cheek, voice starting to crack, "you're the best friend a guy could ask for."

"yeah, i love you too. no need to butter me up."

wordlessly, he gets on his chest and lowers his head between your legs, immediately getting right in here — no cursory licks or soft kisses to warm you up. no, he's instantly nose-deep in your cunt, sloppily making out with your folds and lapping up your slick, panting as he does so. "shit, 'toru!" you squeal, features pinching together as you toss your head back.

"mmph, sorry." he groans through a mouthful of your pussy, lips moving desperately against yours and sucking on your poor little clit like he had something to prove. " 'm— uuh, starting to feel better," he spits on your cunt before diving back in, "already." he moaning and grumbling and making all sorts of indecent noises between your legs, as though he was deriving direct pleasure from it.

you writhe under him, coyly trying to pull away as he shoves his tongue into your pussy, but he wraps his surprisingly strong arms around your thighs and pull you in which only deepens the kiss. "its too much.. i— hah— can't.. cope."

"you taste so fucking good.." he practically growls, eyes fluttering shut so he can fully savour the sensation of your soft, damp folds against his face. he's desperate and frenzied between your legs, thrusting into your pussy with his tongue, rapidly kissing your clit and clutching onto your thighs like you might disappear any minute. "mm, thank you, baby. thank you so much. mpph."

"have you—" you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut and manually breathing due the numbing heat that was radiating from your core. "have you done this before?"

"a bit." he smiles and snickers slightly, the vibrations sending shockwaves into your clit. "why? am i doing a good job?" he hardly breaks away from your pussy when he speaks, every words in spoken against your folds. the most he'll do is pull his tongue out of your hole, but even then he'll still press it against your clit, so most of his speech is heavily slurred. despite this, the increasing cockiness in his voice is still clear.

his hot breath against your sopping core causes you to whine even more, "you're not— nnghh, ohmygod— ah, you're not bad." a daring claim to make when he was on the verge of making you cum all over his face, but you know better than to feed his ego. plus, you guys like to tease each other a lot, so surely this scenario isn't any different just because he's going down on you.

" 'not bad', huh?" he laughs again, but this time in a much lower and almost curtly. he inserts his tongue into your hole again, flexing it within your walls and pumping it in and out until your arching your back off the headboard and twitch against his mouth. "has a guy ever made you cum on his face before?"

you don't respond, instead you only furrow your eyebrows, looking down at him with concern, then turn your head to the site so he can't see all the lewd faces your making as you moan for him.

"hey—" his distances itself from your for the first time in ages, but only so he could reach up and grab your jaw to turn your head to look at him again, "don't do that, i wanna see you what you like when you finish.. for research." he hastily appends that last part, before latching himself back onto your sweet pussy, groaning and drooling like a starved man.

"plus," he gasps, not averting his gaze from your drenched cunt, "you didn't answer my question."

"that's my sex life, satoru." you argue, though it's hard to sound assertive when he's making your voice go high and your knees weak.

"yeah, baby, and i'm a part of it now." he explains, talking to your like your not even there. in fact, it's more likely that he was talking to your pussy than to you. he's got his arms locked around your thighs, his nose pressed against your clit and his tongue buried in your hole. he's right where he wants to be. he only pulls it out to finish his statement, "and friends tell each other these things."

you sheepishly turn your head to the side, face contorting as you feel stress in your abdomen as your orgasm approaches. though that is quickly corrected when he snags your clit between his teeth, not biting down hard but still reminding you of his previous request. obliging, you look back at him and he lets go, returning to fucking your hole.

"i've never— mmphmph, never came on a guy's face before." you release a prolonged moan mid-sentence as a foreboding pang of pleasure rushed through your lower stomach. there's a hotness building near the base and it's sizzling, like you can't hold onto it any longer, "but i think i'm about t— ah, fuck! toruuu!"

"say my name. just like that. you got it, sweetie." it's music to his ears, and your frustration and twitching eggs him on and incites him to go even faster. he's lapping at your dripping cunt and thrusting into your tight hole with urgency, and despite his speed, he's not being any less thorough, he's still reaching the deepest parts of you and brushing exactly on your sensitive spots. "good girl, almost there, sweets."

during all this hurried fury between your legs, sending heatwaves up your spine and contributing to the boiling knots in your stomach, he's still caressing your thighs the whole way through it. and glancing up you with those lovey-dovey eyes to make sure you're doing okay. "you're doing so well. just relax and come for me, baby. c'mon." he urges, wet noises coming from his lips against your pussy every time he talks, "it'd cheer me— ngnh— me up so much. aghh— to see you come. i'd owe you so much. c'mon, baby, please. come for me; come for your best friend."

at first it sounded like he was talking you through it, but by the end it seemed as though he had devolved into begging for you to release on him, virtually sobbing into your cunt. although, his tongue and lips never let up, relentlessly darting between your hole and your clit and thus it wasn't long before your pussy locks up and your jaw falls open, climaxing with his face between your legs.

"ah— fuck! 'toruu, hahh—" you cry, while he's completely transfixed on your face as you finish. his lips still work slowly against your folds but that's mostly muscle memory by now. the majority of his mind and attention is consumed by watching your face contort and the listening to the lewd noises you create. in combination with the wet squelching of your cunt, it's like the most pornographic symphony he's ever heard and he loves every second it.

"shit.. what the.." you trail off, panting as you come down from your high.

"how was it?" he asks enthusiastically, piping up the moment he thinks you're coherent enough to answer. but in reality, your mind was still foggy with that post-orgasm haze.

"uhh.." you say groggily. "good."

"really?"

"yeah.." you affirm, a weak smile gracing your lips, "it was good. thank you, satoru."

"thank you too. i feel a lot better." he explains, withdrawn from your pussy but on his front, between your legs. and from the grip he has on your legs, you can tell he's intent on staying for now, "could we.. go again maybe? one more time and then i'll be fully over the ghosting. for sure."

he expects you to recoil or rebuke him for even asking, but to his surprise, after a moment of tense silence, you decree in a soft voice, "y'know what, sure, why not? one more time wouldn't hurt." you both smile foolishly at each other. how you managed to fall for it again, you're unsure.

but you've surely learnt your lesson three orgasms later.

the second time he's calculating and deliberate with every stroke and movement of his lips. he barely talks his time, he's too focused. he's eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and his tongue moves with an uncanny precision, locating your clit and drawing towards it like a magnet to metal. and it's a similar situation for your g-spot. he eats you out like he's trying to prove some sort of hypothesis. every action is thought-out and every variable is accounted for. after a few minutes of this analytical approach, you're climaxing around his tongue, fingers wrapped up in his hair as your screams echo throughout the room.

the third one is loving and careful. you're not sure if his tongue inside you could be described as romantic, but it definitely feels that way. this time he kisses all over you more than he ever has before. peppering them over your thighs, on your damp folds, around your tight hole, and your clit definitely receives the most. he litters a couple of hickeys onto your thighs then sucks on your clit like he's trying to give it a hickey too. he talk a lot more than he did the last time as well, showering you with compliments. "god, this pussy is so gorgeous." "she's so well behaved." "you've been such a good girl for me." "you don't ever want me to stop, do ya?" "i love you so much, you know that, right?" "pretty little clit." he developed a tendency to speak about your pussy as though it's a separate entity to yourself, but you can't help but find it a bit endearing. this time he doesn't enter your hole as much but the attention and kisses and full blown make-out sessions he has with your clit makes up for it and is what leads you to your third orgasm at the hands (or.. mouth) of your best friend.

the fourth one is tired yet chatty. he's between your legs, eyes darting between your face and your cunt, having extensive conversations with you while occasionally pausing to lick a broad, lazy stroke across your lips. or ending a sentence by pumping his tongue into your cunt a couple times before pulling out with a gasp. you told him several times that it may be time for him to tap out but he just scoffs at your suggestion and continues eating. you fear that he might only stop when he's dead.. or when he falls asleep, which ever one comes first.

"did you like that, sweets?" he asks with a weak smile, planting the flat of his tongue against your clit and rubbing slightly. by now his glasses are all fogged up and covered with your juices, you're shocked he can even see out them. his face is dusted with a light red and the shortest hairs framing his face are matted to his skin with sweat.

"hnnph— ah, yeah. yeah, it was good." you moan at the friction between his tongue and your poor swollen clit, and when he captures it between his teeth, it makes you wince and gasp, "i— fuckfuck ahhhh— erm, i've never.. finished that many times in a row before."

he smiles even bigger upon hearing this. it's like you can see his ego growing bigger behind his eyes. "really? that's great. see, that means this was a really mutualistic experience; i got to cheer up and feel happy again, and you got four orgasms in one evening. it's a win-win." he plants a firm kiss against your clit, almost as a sorry for being so keen.

"four?" you choke.

"oh, heh, sorry, i meant three." he laughs awkwardly, cutely scrunching his nose as he does so. hoping to distract you from the fact that what he said was blatantly a lie — he meant four, you just don't know about the fourth one yet, and he wants to keep it that way for now.

"either way, we— mpph—" he latches on to your pussy again and is momentarily enthralled by your taste all over again. screwing his eyes shut to sloppily kiss and suck on your cunt for a few moments, before he stops and continues, "we should do this again sometime. y'know.. for mental health reasons."

"i'm not so sure.." you say, tone both skeptical and light-hearted.

satoru whips his head up and looks at you with pleading eyes, "what? why?" he murmurs.

"well, don't you think this is a bit intimate for friends to be doing. i imagine doing this stuff with a boyfriend or husband.." as you talk you watch his face fall into a frown, and since you just spent the last half an hour getting your cunt devoured to prevent him from being sad, of course you jump in and try to reassure him, "but that's not to say i didn't have fun! i did. it's just.. wouldn't you rather we find you a girlfriend to do this sorta stuff with instead?"

satoru exhales out of his nose, the cold air directly on your folds causing a shiver to run up your spine. "i guess i understand your sentiment. but due to recent events, i don't think my odds of getting a girlfriend are too high." he bites his bottom lip, sheepishly averting his gaze, "plus, i don't want you to think of this as proper sex. like i said earlier, it's just a biological process. it's not like i did this because i'm secretly harbouring an intense love and romantic attraction for you—"

another lie.

"—i just did it because it made us both happy. i know it's hard to separate our actions from feelings of intimacy, but that's just the oxytocin talking. when you look past that, you'll see that what we just did is no different than a bee pollinating a flower." he pauses, having to catch his breath after talking so much. during which, he notices that your perplexed and vaguely worried expression hasn't dissipated, so he says, "but.. if this made you uncomfortable and you don't want to do it again, then we won't."

"it didn't make me uncomfortable!" you hastily correct, not wanting him to feel guilty, especially after he gave you such a pleasurable time. "it's just.. i think i'm starting to understand what you mean now. but you're telling me to ignore the signals my brain is giving me and look past them, but it's not that easy. for you maybe, but i'm finding it.. tricky. i just don't want things to get awkward between us."

he nods understandingly, and you say, "maybe we could do it again sometime. we'll see what happens." you press a kiss to your two fingers and place them on this forehead; you would try to lean forward and kiss him with your lips but your core is far too weak to hold that position. "either way, i had fun. thanks, satoru."

he grins, your kiss erupting a calming fuzziness in his chest. when you retract your hand, he presses a kiss to your clit in reciprocation. "i don't think.." he laps at your cunt, slowly and sensually from the bottom to the top, "things could ever become awkward between us." his lips move against your folds, his eyes fall shut as he engages more in the kiss, "i love you too much and— mmmph.." he's really getting into it again now. what it's like to be consumed by your cunt. he slides his tongue into your wet hole and it quivers around him. "oh, you poor thing.." you feel his lips tug into a sly smile against your pussy.

"i can't leave you hanging, can i? that would make me an awful friend." he rationalises, more to himself that to you. he doesn't even wait for your response before he shoves his tongue into your worn pussy and makes simple work of slipping in and out, back and forth. one arms is still wrapped around your leg, stroking your thigh but he brings the other round to toy with your clit.

he's already got you so sore and sensitive from the previous round that now his merciless teasing is more fiery than ever. it's like your drowning in stimulation and ecstasy; you're fatigued and every inch of your pussy is throbbing, adding to the knot rapidly forming in your abdomen. it bulges and tightens and swells up, due to the indecent pressure applied by satoru's tongue and fingers. you're so fucked out that every moan comes out as more of a airy gasp. "too— gah! too much!"

"c'mon, you're right there, baby. show me what a good girl you are." he's sucking the juices straight off your skin, flicking your clit and massaging your lips when his tongue isn't rammed against the spongy spot on your walls. "n' i've not seen you squirt yet. maybe fourth times a char—"

"fuckfuck nngahh! toruuu!" you scream so gutturally that it causes his eyes to widen, and his cock to throb in his pants. he can't believe he's the one making you lose control like this.

"that's it, show me what this pretty pussy can do. you know you want it just as bad as i do." he nips your clit again and you jolt, just as he wanted. then he mellows you down with a few strategically places kisses then returns to pumping into your furiously twitching pussy. "calm down, sweets, let me handle you. let me take care of this—mmprhh— delicious pussy."

you thought it would be easier the fourth time around but it's not. just like all the others its a burning passion in your abdomen, a flurry of euphoria that you're chasing but is just out of reach. the tide is rising but not enough to wash over you. plus, it feel different this time; deeper. there's something weighing you down and swelling inside you, it makes everything feel heavier in a way you can't comprehend.

"show me how much you love me, baby. cum for me, please." your fingers are tangled in his hair, pushing him further into your cunt but he doesn't mind. in fact, he finds it helpful, it deters him from break away for air. he doesn't need to breath anyway, all he needs is his tongue lodged in your pussy and you releasing on his face again.

a minute more of his furious eating and his finger gyrating on your clit and you finally are able to come undone, submitting to the absolute bliss that washes over every inch of your body. your eyes roll back in your head and your pussy constricts while you squirt, coating gojo's face, glasses and hair with your essence. but you truly couldn't care less about the mess, a sense of calm in now imbued into you after the climax passes, and you're zen.

soaked in you, gojo finally sits up properly, shuffling over next to you and leaning his head on your shoulder. he's got that stupidly wide grin on his face again, clearly extra pleased with himself for making you orgasm four times. also, extremely amused by your gushing on his face.

"am i the first guy to ever make you squirt?" he idles.

"that's my sex life, satoru." you repeat.

"right.." he obeys this time, laying off, "i don't need to know if i was the first, but i'm definitely going to be the last."

FANBOY! KENMA at certain low points considers messaging you. apologise for misleading you; maybe even ask if him being a fan of your content was really a deal-breaker for you because if not, then things might be able to work out. but he knew that would be pointless. he broke your trust by not disclosing that he was a fan of yours before you two met up. it would probably just be insulting and downright humiliating for him to ask for confirmation of that fact.

FANBOY! KENMA sulks in his house for weeks, and eventually decides that the only way to free himself from these shackles of shame is to delete his gooner account.... but before he does that, he just wants to skim through your page a couple times so he can download some of his favourite stuff. because yes, he does finally feel ready to try and move on from you. but equally, he's paid a lot of money for different private shows so letting that all go to waste without at least downloading a back-up copy first would be disrespectful of your time and effort, quite frankly.

FANBOY! KENMA sits in his gaming chair for hours on end in his dimly lit room, binge watching his favourite clips and livestreams of yours while stroking his cock. he subconsciously finds himself rubbing it at the same pace as you, and readying himself to climax in tandem with yours.

FANBOY! KENMA seldom blinks in front of the screen as your perfect pussy swallows and spit out the dildo strapped to your chair over and over. it was hot to watch it before; the way your body shakes and the struggle is clear in your voice when you sink down on the large toy. but now the pleasure was unreal, knowing that he's been in that tight, pretty pussy before. as his hand drags over his length, he tries his best to imagine and recreate that sensation — the sensation of being enveloped and choked by your hole. he misses it.

FANBOY! KENMA has to re-watch old content. he's already seen this clip of you squirting so hard that the entire camera goes blurry about thirty times, but you've not posted anything new since he ran out of your place. plus, your reaction is priceless and never gets old — you're cute gasp when you realise what's happened, and the shocked expression you still wear that comes into focus after you clean the camera lense. the awkward snicker afterwards. just so wholesome.

FANBOY! KENMA who is jerking off to another one of another one of your streams, about to cum all over his monitor as he watches your ass bounce in a maid costume, when the doorbell rings. despite being right on the edge, he pauses and groans as he gets up, assuming it's a delivery driver who needs a signature.

FANBOY! KENMA who freezes up once again when he opens the door to see you stood on the other side.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

"kenma?" you tilt our head, a smile ghosting on your lips. not from happiness to see him, rather just relief that you got the right address.

he stares at you, wide-eyed, for a few moments. like a deer caught in headlights, and his heart is racing like one too. eventually, he is able to stammer out from the back of his throat, "y-yeah." he inhales sharply, and when he has mentally assured himself that you are not some sort of guilt-induced hallucination, he gulps, "what're you doing here?"

he tries to keep his eyes trained to your face, he really does. he doesn't want to give you any more reasons to believe he's a perv. still, he can't help his eyes wandering. once they've soaked in your cute face, the fall to your clothes: you're wearing an oversized hoodie that you are practically swimming in. it's not very sensual and doesn't show off your curves or cute tits but you still look so cute. his breath almost hitches as well when he realises you've not got anything on your bottom half; no skirt or trousers, just the hoodie which stops just under the curve of your ass.

so risqué. it only takes a strong breeze or a moment of clumsiness for whats underneath to be fully exposed. granted, he didn't know what you had on underneath. it could be anything: regular panties, a thong, boy shorts, a g-string or maybe even full commando. alas, it was most likely shorts but in his degenerate mind, under that oversized hoodie is your bare pussy and that tight, sweet hole that is dripping and begging for him.

"i-" you open your mouth to say something, then it instinctively scrunches up as you blurt out, "sorry, i know it's super weird of me to show up to your house announced like this. i tried to reach out to you on twitter but it has been taken down, then i tried your—" you falter, "—other account, but you deleted it." the last few sentences flew off your tongue in one breath so you pause to inhale sharply and catch your breath before continuing, "but if you're not comfortable with me being here, i can leave. i just wanted to talk to you."

hm, apparently he has been so busy self-loathing over the past few days that he didn't know twitter suspended his account. sounds about right. his shoulders are tense but they've eased up now that he can see you're almost as nervous as he is. "erm, we can talk. come in." he says bluntly, moving out of the way to let you.

unable to process how normal he's being about this, there's a pause before you stagger forward and into his large home. the floor are marble and everything is surprisingly modern and pleasantly fragranced; a subtle amber and sandalwood grace the space, as you're lead into his front lounge.

the couch is deceptively large, with a few seated all positioned around a glass top coffee table; this much seating would lead you to believe he frequently entertains large quantities of guests. which is not the case. regardless, he invited you to sit on the sofa while he takes a seat on the nearby chair, turning it around to face you.

the material beneath you is distractingly soft — is that cashmere? — you can't help but feel an tinge of jealousy at his luxurious lifestyle. but you are abruptly cut off from fantasising about living in his home, when kenma asks, "uhm, how did you find my address?"

"i'll tell you, but promise you won't think i'm a stalker."

he subtly raises an eyebrow. what kenma wanted to say in that moment was 'i bought a pair of your used underwear, jacked off to the smell and shot a load into them. i also own a tub of your bathwater. if anyone here could be considered a stalker, it's me.' but he figured that was too forward and probably not helpful to his objective of making you like him again, so instead he said, "i won't."

"okay.." you grimace, not sure how truthful he is being but figuring that honesty is the best policy anyway, "i remembered you bought some— stuff from me, a couple times. and whenever i take the parcels to the post office to be send, i always take a picture of it with the shipping label on, so that if it breaks or gets lost during transit i can prove that it was in good condition when i posted it. so looked back through all the photos and i found the one with your username and shipping address on it."

"how.." he trails off, "nevermind." he was going to ask how you were able to connect his username to him, but he recalled that you mentioned only 15 people bought your exclusive halloween pics, and of those 15 usernames it probably wasn't hard to connect 'kudzuken' to 'kuzome kenma'.

you awkwardly fidget with your fingers, eyes locked to your hands as you were far too embarrassed to make eye contact, "if you want to kick me out of your house, feel free."

once it again, he almost found it amusing that you were acting as though you were the freak for figuring out his address, when he is the one who pays for nude photos of you and jerks himself off to your videos. a smile dusts his lips but you don't look at him to notice, "i'm not going to kick you out."

"good." you sigh gently, finally finding the courage to meet his severe, amber gaze.

"i thought you'd be grossed out by what i said last time." now its his turn to let his eyes sheepishly drift to the side, softening his voice, "so why are you here?"

"not gonna lie, i kinda was grossed out at first." you admit, and kenma almost winces at this, "i was strange because i was under the impression that you didn't know who i was, but then it turns out you've been a big fan of mine and just hid that fact. i felt, like, weird, knowing i slept with a fan. and it made me question your motivation for reaching out to me in the first place."

"sorry.." he turns back to look at you, with a sincere tilt in his eyes, "about that."

you exchange a sympathetic look with him and say, "well, the more i thought about i realised that i enjoyed hanging out with you. i went back and edited the footage we got, and i had a really fun time filming with y—."

"di— did you post it?" kenma blurts out, eyes widened and heart jumping as you mention editing the video. he totally forgot about that; at the time he was more than happy to through away his youtube career for you, but he at least wanted to be around when the video dropped. he's been disconnected from social media and the online world for a few weeks now and it's fully possible that he may have made his debut as a pornstar and not even have known it.

"no, i didn't. i didn't want to post it if we weren't on good terms and without letting you review the finished product first." you explain calmly.

"oh, good." his hair, previous stood on ends, settled and his posture visibly relaxes. "sorry for interrupting."

"i was just saying that i think you're a sincere person. and i don't think you tried to maliciously fool me. i understand wanting to keep your professional and.. personal life separate." you consider your words very carefully as you speak, reflected in your cadence. "plus, i watched some of your old videos and, honestly, i think i just have a soft spot for you. we have a lot in common; you play a lot of the games i love." you laugh to yourself, "actually, i don't know if you know this but i used to be a video game streamer too. and i played a lot of the same games as you."

kenma opens his mouth then snaps it shut. his knee-jerk reaction is to deny any knowledge pertaining to your initial video game streaming career, in order to avoid seeming like more of a weirdo fanboy than he already does. however, after this whole interaction and principle of the situation, he decides to be honest and admits, "i remember you used to stream video games. it was fun."

he smiles and you giggle to yourself, "yeah. speaking of streaming, i've not done any for a while. have you?"

"no. i've been—" he splutters, looking to the side, "uh, distracted."

"me too." you agree. although, he's aware of the fact that when you say 'distracted' you mean by stress and real-life responsibilities. but when he says 'distracted' , he means by your tits in all their glory on his 32" 1440p 240Hz OLED monitor. the image of your spread legs and pussy might genuinely be burned into his screen, by this point.

"anyway, i'm glad we talked and cleared the air between us." you hum, standing up from his plush couch. "i hope we can still be friends. if you want, i could give you my number so we could stay in touch?"

flabbergasted, it takes him a moment to respond, but when he does he nods with a dumbfounded expression. then scrambles to pull his phone of his pocket, "uh, sure. here." he passes it to you with the 'new contact' screen active so you can input your detail. hastily, you do so and hand it back to him, at which he murmurs a "thanks."

"i'll see myself out. it was nice seeing you, kenma." you flash a final smile at him before turning around and making your way back through his grand home, towards the door. it's that sickening sweet smile that almost makes him nauseous; how could one girl be so perfect. he hates that he's so obsessed with you, but how could he not be?

"but, i—" his mouth works on its own as he calls out after you, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn around to look at him with a curious tilt of the head. it's only when your doe eyes meet his that he realises what he's done. his blood runs cold and his throat dries up; he mentally rebukes himself for opening his mouth. it's stupid. it's stupid what he wants to stay but now he's committed himself to saying it. he doesn't want to turn back now, no matter how light-headed he feel or how badly his stomach churns.

"but i still owe you a viral video."

"are you sure you want to do this?" you're sat on his lap, wearing nothing but your lacey black and boy shorts. had you known that coming to kenma's house would've led to this, you would've put on something a little more fancy but hey, at least the bra is cute.

similarly, all he has on are the black sweatpants he was wearing when you arrived, his hoodie has long since been discarded. he's sat at the edge of his bed with you in his lap, watching as you adjust the camera setting and angle of the ring-light. the was responsible for moving his streaming setup from his desk to end the of his bed, but optimising lighting and angles was more your department.

"that's the fifth time you've asked me that." he snickers as he replies.

you turn to him with furrowed brows, face pinched into a dismayed expression. "i just want you to know how serious this is. once you put the intimate parts of yourself on the internet, it's gonna be there forever. even if you change your mind and delete it later, it's still going to affect your life. trust me."

"i understand what i'm doing." he responds in an oddly calm tone., running a hand up and down your spine. "i think it would be funny to see everyone's reactions."

you roll your eyes playfully. he's heart-eyed and practically salivating over you, and clearly not paying full attention to what you're saying. whatever, he can't say you didn't warn him. plus, he's a grown man, he can deal with the consequences of his actions. you turn away from him and back to the setup; seem like you have everything ready — your lights, the camera and the computer which is connected.

your cursor hovers over the 'start stream' button and you look at him one last time and ask, "you ready?"

instead of verbally answering, he leans forward and presses the button for you. in an instant, the image of the two of you sat on the bed together comes up on the screen, alongside the chatbox. as the agreement stipulated, you logged in and are streaming on your nsfw account, so the initial influx of comments are all from your dedicated viewers who are likely confused as to why a random guy is suddenly making an appearance in your streams.

an0nymous732: who is this guy?? cedar__1: first time i've seen her with a guy nice5metre: its been so long nice5metre donated $10 snnailtrrail: who's the loser with the bad dye job? talonjoe: first stream in two weeks?!

you both largely ignore them for now, you're much more focussed on immediately getting your hands all over each other. you turn around so you are straddling him lap, knees planted on either side of his leg and sensually grinding against his crotch. now that you're facing him, he takes advantage of this to engage you in heated and sloppy kiss. there's a sense of urgency and carnal yearning when you kiss him, that you've never experieced with a man before. it's like he could kiss your face clean off, but not in a rough way — he's gentle yet hurried.

meanwhile, from behind the viewers get a fantastic view of your ass in those figure-hugging shorts, which kenma enhances when he reaches back and runs a hand up your thigh. when he gets to the top, he catches the edge of the fabric of your shorts and pulls it up, exposing more of your ass to the camera. once the fabric is out of the way slightly, he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it, eliciting a staggered moan from you.

he kisses down your neck and truthfully, your hip swaying movement have got him excited already. as he's sucking hickeys onto your neck, you can feel him getting firmer beneath you and his lips vibrate as he whimpers against your skin, muffled and barely detectable by the microphone.

the viewers can see the growing wet patch in your shorts as you grow increasingly turned on, and kenma becomes more antsy, palming roughly at the flesh of you ass until the fabric becomes too bothersome and he tugs at the shorts. he separates his mouth from your neck only to utter in a pleading tone, "can i take these off?" and although he tried to keep his voice hushed, the viewers were still able to pick up on the request.

you giggle slightly and nod, and he doesn't waste a moment before diving right back into action. peppering kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while his hands work to pull down your shorts and anything underneath, then you kick them off so your unobstructed ass is exposed to the camera. well, barring the obstruction that is both of kenma's hand now lewdly grabbing at and groping your skin.

usually by now the entire chat would be filled with your fans begging and asking for you to bend over so they can gawk at your pretty pussy too, but your special guest must have thrown them off their game today.

saintlane: his voice sounds so familiar cedar__1: wait... 90sreyner: has he been in a stream before?? talonjoe: that ass.. also i know him from somewhere talonjoe donated $30 chemicalzane: @.talonjoe from where? talonjoe: idk saintlane: :/

kenma spreads your thighs for the camera, allowing the viewers a fleeting glimpse of both holes. however, simultaneously you lean in to deepen the kiss and kenma falls onto his back, and both your arms support you in tabletop above him. still, your lips are connected and furiously making out, while one of his hand strokes your thigh and the other slips between your legs and rubs your cunt, broad strokes feeding your increasing lust.

his fingers slides between your slick folds without entering your hole at all, just enjoying the sensation of your soft, malleable pussy in his hands while his lips move in sync with yours. his palm then unexpectedly grinds against your clit and a whiny moan is torn from your throat, breaking the kiss.

while you look down at him with a pleading pout, you notice an astounded yet sinister glint in his eyes. as though he had just found your 'on switch' and fully planned on abusing it. as he did, almost immediately jumping into action and pinching and rubbing your poor clit, overloading her with tons of stimulation all at once.

you've not touched yourself or gotten off all since kenma's last visit so needless to say you were a little sensitive. the piercing pleasure from the pinch followed by the dull arousal from the rubbing sent shock waves up your spine and made you light-headed, and also liquefied any strength in your arms. naturally, they both go limp beneath you and your head falls against his chest.

kenma doesn't take this as a sign to stop though, in fact the rubbing only became more furious. he caresses the top of your head with his hand and whispers, "there you go. good girl. relax on me." after stroking your cheek with his thumb and pressing a soft kiss to your head, he moves his hand down and slips two fingers into your soaked cunt.

your juices are already running down his hand and dripping onto the bed, causing lewd squelching noises as he begins to pump his fingers in and out. all while his other hand is still cruelly poking and pulling at your throbbing clit. "so wet for me." he says under his breath.

the viewers have a premium view of him knuckles-deep in your cunt; legs spread all pretty for the camera, the light glistening against the wetness smeared across your thighs. your hole is stretched perfectly around his fingers, distracting — but all it takes is one person to realise before the entire chat explodes into chaos.

snnailtrrail: i'd die for that tight pussy snnailtrrail donated $25 c0llapse: so damn wet!! tet_ris: haha he kinda sounds like applepi backrolls: wanna motorboat in that ass saintlane: is that applepi?! chemicalzane: omfg no way that's him claaayhoe: could be a lookalike ??

stage one: denial.

both his hands are working expertly on your pussy. the immense pleasure from his fingers working your insides and pumping into your sopping pussy, in tandem with the electric jolts from the torture of your poor sensitive clit, is extremely overwhelming. your cunt feels like its vibrating with overstimulation and your abdomen twists with euphoria.

your arms are jelly as splayed out next to you as you lay on kenma's chest, tits pressed against his torso. your mind is melting in your skull but you can still his the thumping of his heart through it.

it's not long before your core can't twist any further and knot snaps; your walls flutter around his fingers and your throat emits a string of loud, staggered moans as you hurtle through your first orgasm. kenma doesn't stop inserting his fingers into you and frantically rubbing your clit, providing you with a steady flow of stimulation all the way through your ride.

once you're finished, it almost hurts when he pulls his fingers out of your pussy and leaves you with a dripping emptiness. similarly, your throbbing clit finds momentarily solace in the removal of his fingers, but soon enough its twitch and searching for that pressure again; he's been going at it for so long it almost feel wrong that you clit isn't under any sort of strain anymore.

he wipes his fingers on the bedsheet and places on hand on the dip of your back, and the other on the base of your neck. watching the fall and rise of your back carefully, he asks, "how was that?" in a low tone.

"g—good." you stammer out, throat still a bit sore from the exhausting noises you were making. since you're laid on him, you can feel his cock straining against his sweatpants, a thick bulge prodding at your thigh, "want me to ride you?"

he nods, a gentle smile gracing his lips, "yeah."

without needing to be asked twice, you eagerly sit up and straddle pelvis, leaving kenma stunned at how short your recovery period is — although you are a professional, so perhaps he shouldn't be so shocked, more so impressed.

however, as you situate yourself on him and begin to tug at this sweats to pull out his cock, he pulls the material out of your grip and keeps his sweats on. the baffled look you give him prompts him to explain, "i meant you can ride my face."

he says in a strikingly plain way. it catches you off-guard when he extends his hands to your hips and uses the grip to guide you up his torse, until both your legs are planted either side of his head. he look up at you with those heart-eyes again, and you feel a part of yourself melt.

wordlessly, he urges you to take a seat by squeezing your thigh, and it doesn't take much for you too comply. happily relaxing your legs and letting your pussy lower onto his mouth, and your toes immediately curl as his lips melt against yours, making out with your already slick cunt, a mess of saliva and wetness staining his cheeks and chin.

"missed this— mmph, so fucking much." he grumbles between licks, each time coming back and sucking at your clit more keenly than before. "tastes so good." he wants to say that he's been dreaming of devouring your wet cunt ever since the last time he saw you; that he wants to do this all day; that he could happily live and die with you riding his face. but saying all of that would take too long, and the more time he spends talking, the less time he can spend with his mouth latched onto your pussy. hence, it comes out as incoherent garble as he laps at your clit and proceeds that by shoving his tongue into your hole.

"mm, fuck." you whine. you're not sure what to do with yourself, how to cope with the intense pleasure. your fingers are knitted into his hair, tugging at his brown roots, and your hips are grinding down on his face, greedily seeking even more stimulation than the plenty he is already giving you. when his tongue slips into your hole, that really awakens something in you, and you can't help but toss your head back and moan, "nngh— kenma.."

which is the final nail in the coffin.

chemicalzane: THAT'S FUCKING APPLEPI?! patrol7724: did she just say KENMA?! redherring: i want to taste her so bad claaayhoe: applepi!!!! slothman76: let me have a bite next slothman76 donated $69 colawithlemon: i can't believe applepi is here colawithlemon: this has to be a prank snnailtrrail: who tf is applepi?

his tongue worms its way around your walls, pressing up against your sweet points and stretching you as much as he can. it pulls back out so he can continue to kiss your folds and suck on your clit, gently biting it and reintroducing it to unforgiving stimuli.

there's a sort of desperation in the way his mouth moves against your cunt. you're rhythmically grinding down on him but nothing it timed or practised about the way he devours you. "its.. hah, too much!" you're hardly able to keep track of where his tongue is before it moves on: from rubbing your clit to licking between your folds to plunging into your hole. he's everywhere and your body can't even begin to process it.

your ass stops bouncing as you can no longer muster the strength in your legs to grind on him. in fact, every feeble attempt you make to move slightly is now prevented by kenma's arms hooking around your thighs and pressing you even further down onto his face, so you can't escape his love.

"tastes like heaven, kitten." "stay put f' me." "drive me fucking crazy." "can't get enough of you." "never want this to end." "sweet little hole." "come on my mouth, please. wanna feel it again." are all things he feverishly mutters into your pussy as he eats it. they're muffled by your skin so you, nor the audience, can fully understand what he is saying, but you get the impression he's enjoying himself none the less.

and this eagerness to please you only turns you on even more. it's not long until your clit is aching and your walls constrict around his tongue. in fact, your whole body tenses as you ride through your climax; a high-pitched cry accompanying it and your eyes rolls back in your head. "fuck— kenma, nghh— please, yes!" it feels like a wet heat surging through your body, before it lets go and you can finally relax again.

kenma is looking up at you with doting eyes, and you hesitantly move off his face to reveal the mess you made. frowning, you go to wipe it away with your palm, but he grabs your hands and kisses your knuckles instead, "that was perfect." another kiss on your hand, "you're perfect. god, you're so fucking perfect." the more he repeats it, the more pained he sounds, almost like he's about to cry.

"please." there's a wobbly smile on his face. "can i fill you up?"

"you can do whatever you want to me, kenma." you say, low and sensual, "i'm yours."

redherring: i want to eat her ass next milkywayy: it really is applpi?! what is he doing here?! chemicalzane: most random career change redlemon7ade donated $12 patrol7724 donated $70 90sreyner: applepi is a munch confirmed? elderlyc7ock: she's so sexy tet_ris: how did applepi bag a baddie?

he wipes the slick away from his face with his forearm while you climb off his face and sit on the bed, sideways to the camera. you brace yourself with your arms and lean back slightly as you spread your legs for him, giving him full view of your cunt. you even use two of your fingers to part your folds, and your middle one to idly stroke yourself. nothing fast or rough, in fact your finger was practically ghosting over your skin, but just enough to get him going.

he sits up on his knees and simply watches, aghast, his wide eyes darting between your face and your pussy. you chew on your bottom lip slightly then whisper, "please." you almost hiccup, "i want it so bad."

at that, he virtually pounces on you, rushing forward to fix himself between your legs and hastily pull down the front his sweats to whip out his cock, which he then positions right at your entrance. as he's doing this you're swept up and are pushed slightly so your back is against the back, and you're propping up your upper body with your arms. you've also discarded your bra by now.

"ah." he sighs, relishing in your wet, soft folds pressing against his weeping tip as he runs it up and down your pussy, smearing the slick around without entering just yet. his erection has been aching in his pants for ages, but up until know he's been too distracted to fully acknowledge it, now the discomfort is hitting him all at once.

"so cute.." he hurriedly brushes his tip against your pussy, seeking some quick relief to calm him down before he enters your hole, so he doesn't bust as soon as he sinks in. however, he unintentionally begins to brush against your clit with his firm tip, which causes your pussy to visibly flutter and a moan to escape your lips, and perhaps your porno reflexes kick in a little as you intentionally play up your reaction for the camera by tossing your head back, jerking your leg out, grabbing your nipple and squealing, "fuck! right there, k— huh, kenma! more, puh—please."

shit. and just like that, kenma's nose scrunches and he cums onto your pussy and his bed. spurts of his semen sling to your slick and paint your folds, while a lot of it drips down and pours onto his grey bedsheets.

while he internally wallows in embarrassment, you reach forward to your cum-smeared pussy again and slide your fingers cross it, a lewd mix of his cum and your own arousal sticking to your finger. without a second of hesitation, you insert the finger into your mouth and suck it clean, while kenma gapes at you the whole time. and you make a real scene of it too, exaggerating suckling noises and letting some spill from your fingers down your chin and onto your newly exposed tits.

once your done you sheepishly clear the residue from your face then set your hand behind yourself again for support and hum, "sorry, wanted some in my mouth." you apologise and feign shame even though you know you don't need to. and just as you thought, the mere sight of you licking up his seed and the notion of it tickling down your throat was enough to make him rock hard again in no time.

swiftly moving on, he aligns his stiffened cock with your hole and does his best to ignore the stickiness. and without asking first, he gladly pushes himself into you, sinking his entire length into your tight hole with one long push. "mm, finally.." he groans, eyes squeezing shut and he savours the feeling of your homey walls welcoming him. this is the first time he's been able to fully relax in weeks — with no worries or doubts plaguing his mind, right now he's fully present and contented. "feels like you're ahh— choking me." feels like he's finally home, but he'll still never be able to get used to your vice-like grip on him.

once he bottoms out, he releases a prolonged sigh, then calmly takes both of your legs and places them on his shoulders. this is all done at such a leisurely pace, that it somewhat catches you off-guard when his demeanour suddenly shifts and he says lowly, "i promise i'm going to fucking destroy you." before jumping into action and pulling his cock out, only to instantly slam it back into you.

slothman76: bet she's as tight as a virgin redherring: i swear i'll donate $1000 if she squirts claaayhoe: applepi has been packing this whole time?! myadiamond: he nutted so quick myadiamond: maybe he should stick 2 video games nice5metre: gorgeous angel nice5metre donated $50 banamonke: this is NOT bed wars

and he keeps going. using every morsel of strength in his body to lay into as fast and hard as possible. his balls slap against your ass and his skins sticks to the mess coating your cunt, resulting in an audible and obscene schlick schlick noise accompanying every furious thrust.

"nggh, hurts!" you squeal out between moans, the pure fury and intention behind every powerful thrust shaking your entire body, making your tits bounce every time his hips made a brutal impact with yours. "ca—can't take it!"

"i've huh— seen you take a lot worse, baby." he not sure how true that is; he thinks he's seen you take 10 inch dildo before — which is monstrous compared to his mere 6 inches — but he's not entirely sure. usually he had an near eidetic memory of all your videos and streams, as well as an intricate knowledge of your collection of toys. however, now his brain is fried and clouded with lust and desire. he's actively living out his very own stream with you, which poses as a massive distraction. you've filled his mind with nothing but the desire make you scream and to see your pretty pussy flooded with his cum.

"'ts too biiig!" you stretch the vowel in big for a long whine as your arch your back thoughtlessly. it's like your walls are being split open to accommodate his thick length, and you can feel the tip now beating against your cervix. it's all so rough and overwhelming; you've never been handled like this before. or maybe you have, your brain is too fucked out to recall.

"no. no, kitte— shit." he growls, leaning forward while keeping your legs on his shoulders so they're brought close to your ears, where he stops and continues, "you're too tight, but i'm— ngh, making it fit." he kisses down your neck while maintaining a steady pace rocking into your hole, only stopping the pecks when he reaches your tits. "i've waited so long for this."

he takes one nipple in his mouth while his fingers pinch and tug on the other. it's such a delightful pain, mixed with the ecstasy of your walls being forced open by his cock still ramming into your pussy at a delirious pace. you wanted to moan but it came out more like shrieks. the flat part of his tongue licks at your sensitive bud then his lips continue to suckle it, a dull satisfaction radiating through your chest and tying your stomach into knots. "mm, that's it, kitten. scream f' me."

some time passes before he switches and kindly latches onto yoour other nipple, and the piercing sensation is swapped as well, as your other nub is repeatedly captured, pulled on and tweaked between his fingers, until a shocking pressure is applied causing you to hiss and your tit to throb. but it would only last a second before it would dissipate and the process would repeat. "soft n' pretty tits. so sensitive too." his hips slowly down slightly, but only so you could feel it even more when he proves his point by pinching and pulling on your nipple with the shocking callousness, and unlike before, this indecent torture lasted at least five seconds before he let go.

"ow— owch, kenma." you were panting, breathless at this point. the pent-up frustrations he'd been repressing over the last couple weeks were certainly on full display now. although he does place an apologetic kiss on the nipple before straightening his back, so your legs are no longer at your ears. he quickens his pace again and the friction of his cock against your damp insides is really starting to get to you.

"i think m' close." you moan, and he knows you're close. in fact, he might know your own body better than you do. hence, he knows what he needs to do. he keeps thrusting into your drenched cunt and strokes your calf with one hand, while the other visits your clit again.

"cum for me, baby. go on. it'd make— hah! make me so happy."

your head turns to the side and your eyes squeeze shut. there's something different about it this time. something fiery ignited in your abdomen that's churning and dying to be let out. you're more breathless than usual and your pussy already feels like a heavy mess, painted in his first load. in combination with the pads of his finger attacking your clit and his ruthless cock tearing up your insides, you're not sure if you can handle this.

you defiantly turn your head to the other side, "i— mppph, i— oh!" your knees wobble in the air and you partially choke on your own spit, "i cuh— can't!" is all your able to stammer out.

"you can. just relax, kitten. let go, you're almost there." his speech is also slurred with hiccups and hushed moans but it's coherent enough for you to get the message. it's hard to form a intelligible thought while trying to keep a good pace and deal with your pussy's tight hold on his cock, but he somehow manages, "please, baby. you're so close. c'mon, i'm right here, i've got you. just— mph, let go, lemme take care of you."

this might be the most you've ever heard him talk, and it's all horny blubbering as he begs you to come for him. it doesn't make a lot of sense but you try to do what he says. it's hard to relax when you feel like your pussy is being split in half but you try. breathing out through your nose and instead of agitatedly tossing your head and shuffling your hips, you remain as still as possible. still, your jaw moves to let out a barrage of pornographic moans and curses.

"that's it. ease up, baby." he reassures, caressing your legs lovingly and continuing to pummel into your hole. the sounds are increasingly wet and disruptive but it doesn't matter, he keeps laying into you until the fiery chain circling your insides snaps and you climax around his cock. your walls spasms around his length and a guttural whine is yanked from your core, "oh, fuckfuckfuck— kenma!"

he knows how this goes by now. "m' right here," he repeats, "ride it through. just like that, good girl." his voice is monotone and low yet still so immensely tender. you never thought a novice would be talking you through it, but here you are.

he tries to continue to fuck you through your high but as expected, your cunt is clinging to him like it doesn't want him to leave. and the intense twitching and rapid constricting makes it so that he doesn't want to leave, so instead he leads you through your climax by rubbing your clit feverishly.

which does job. as he watches the dam break and your squirt erupt from your pussy around him, gushing over his balls and onto the bedsheets, his muscle memory kicks in and he cums inside you. there's just something about seeing squirt rush from your hole that triggers the autopilot in his mind that makes dump his load in you.

by the time your both done, you're gasping for breath and completely spent. there's a squelching noise as kenma pulls out of you, looking at the mess he's made — there's cum all over your thighs, your labia, peeking out of your hole and some had even trickled down to your ass. unfortunately that is enough to get him hard again, but he's so tired he think he might have to wait this one out.

as you guys take a moment to catch your breath, you finally have a moment to look over at the camera and the chatbox on the computer.

redherring: honestly i didn't think he'd be able to do it redherring donated $1000 myadiamond: paying a woman 2 have sex w/ u is illegal btw xosbliva: so hot pls squirt again chemicalzane: WHY IS APPLEPI HERE?! 90sreyner: applepi tell her to shake it pls n thx rfgvlpq333: HELPPP IS THAT APPLEPI!? user747396190: i didn't believe but im 90% sure thats him O.O snnailtrrail: sweetie blink twice if you need us to call someone

it seems like the stream has breached containment. someone must've posted the link on some other social media, telling people that applepi is in it, and now there is an influx of his own fans and other curious souls who are clutching their pearls.

it's fine, though. this is what he knew was going to happen and watch he signed up for. it doesn't phase him. although, something that is bothering him more than he expected are all the comments implying that he paid or otherwise coerced you into having sex with him.

sure, you're way out of his league. but he has other redeeming qualities! plus, it's not the internet's job to tell you who is and isn't good enough for you to fuck. he hates that it's making him angry and that he's letting their comments affect him — throughout his streamer career he's been pretty good at ignoring negativity — but this is different. it makes him feel like he needs to prove a point.

once some time has passed, he sits on the edge of the bed closest to the camera, facing it. turning around, he offers you a slight smile and gestures for you to sit on his lap. substantially less worn out now, you find the energy to crawl up to him and perch yourself on his lap, with your back against his chest so you can face the camera too.

but in one swift motion, he lifts you up and sits your ass down on his stiffened cock, pushing it right into your asshole. the semen and slick still coating his length serve as somewhat of a lube, but it's still a struggle to cram him all in there. you cry out in response but don't resist at all, instead you wiggle around pliantly until you find a position that is least uncomfortable.

he also reaches forward and pries your legs open and of course you yield to his touch, so the camera gets a close-up view of your pussy, painted in a sticky coat of both your arousal and stuffed full of his seed. a bit of it pokes out your pussy but he gently guides it back into your hole, where it belongs. he inserts his entire digit in order to properly push his cum right back into you, before pulling out again.

he strokes your thigh lovingly, eyes flickering over the flood of comments. " 'will i be in more videos?'.. i suppose that's for (y/n) to decide." his chin is over your shoulder and he looks up at the side of your face expectantly.

you gulp. you're hardly able to process what's going on with his fat cock stretching out your asshole and his hot seed clogging up your insides. not to mention that the finger that was in your hole is now ghosting over your clit, tauntingly. "uh, sorry— ahem," you clear your throat in hopes to sound less meek, "could you repeat that?"

"will i be in more streams or videos?"

"oh!" you chirp, as though what he said was clarifying and not the first time you were able to comprehend him, "if you want. i h—"

he interrupts you states, "talk to them, not me." he uses his finger to guide your chin forward, so you're looking directly at the camera. this is definitely not your first time sitting in front of a audience with a dick in your ass and pussy on show, yet suddenly it's extremely nerve-wracking. maybe it's the fact that this time the dick isn't plastic. or maybe you're nervous cos there's ten times the amount of people watching than there normally are.

"uhh, i just saying— mph, i had fun today! i'd love for kenma to be in more videos."

"cool." he smiles, giving your swollen clit a brief yet deep stroke as a reward. "another commenter is wondering how we met." he waits for your response.

you don't make the mistake of looking at him again and instead reply breathlessly to the camera, "we were— uh, fans of each other's videos and then he reached out and asked if i wanted to collab and then.." you blurt it all out as one long as quick sentence so you can speak for as little time as possible, "then the rest is history."

pleased with this answer, he shuffles slightly in place and the shift in pressure of his cock against your walls elicits a small whine from you. pressing on like nothing happened, "oh, a funny one. someone asked if we're dating." there's a hint of amusement in his voice, and he looks to you and asks, "is it okay if i answer this one?"

"please."

"cool." he clicks his tongue, ignoring you almost coming undone on his lap. "uh, i'm going to answer with more of a— erm, demonstration."

before you get the chance to question what he means by this, his fingers dart to your spread cunt, one hand abusing your poor clit and the other one roughly fingering your soiled hole. every time he thrusts into you, some of his cum spills out from the sides of his fingers and drips onto the floor, while the rest is pushed even further towards your cervix.

he peppers kisses across your shoulder, then up your neck until his nose is right in the crook and he mutters, "like that, baby?"

"yeahh.." you moan into the air.

he pauses marking your neck with deep hickeys, only to ask, "want me to stop?"

"mmh, no." you exhale through your nose and fully relax into him. that's when the hand in your pussy peels outs, covered in that mess of fluids, and rises to your chest, toying with your already sore and aching nipples. they're still sensitive from being overstimulated just recently, even the palm of his hand grazing the tip is enough to send a jolt of electric coursing through you. so you're hardly able to deal with it when he starts groping your tit lazily, then tweaking and pinching your nipples whenever he felt like it. you can feel your pussy start to get even slicker.

"whose cum is stuffed in you right now? who's dripping out of that cute pussy?" his voice drops as he continues to litter kisses over your shoulder and neck. occasionally stopping to suck a deep hickey into your skin.

"yours." you reply shallowly.

"speak up, kitten." he pinches you clit and your whole body visibly stiffens and perks up, "yoursyours! it's yours, kenma!"

he lets go of your clit, but still rubs it at an excruciatingly slow and teasing pace. he also does a poor job at hiding the fact that when you tensed, your ass gripped him even harder and he had to catch himself before he busted.

"whose gunna be carrying my baby soon?" his briefly drops from your tits to caress your stomach, smearing the stickiness on it too, before returning to your nipples.

it doesn't feel like an apt time to disclose that you're on birth control, so instead you whimper out, "me."

"do you want another load in your ass?"

"yes, y— hah, ohmygod— yes, please, kenma. give it t' me." you squeak out, eyes screwed shut.

he shifts his hands back down so they are both concentrated on your cunt, one on your clit and the other pumping into your hole again. this time doing slow and calculated thrust, while the tips of his fingers were shoving against your tired walls until they angle themselves directly at your g spot.

"then tell the camera who you belong to."

your toes curl and your teeth grind together. it like you're being consumed by his presence; every nerve you have is at his mercy. your asshole his saturated by his twitching length, your poor clit is still being flicked and your pussy is seeping with his cum and being relentlessly fingered. even the cold air is working against you as it nips at your sensitive tits.

his face is nuzzled into your neck, kissing up it until he reaches the tilt of your jaw and he presses, "tell everyone who owns you."

all at once you blurt out, " 'm yours! i belong to you, k— uuhhh, kenma. all yours."

"good." his fingers hasten, slamming down on your sore spot now, "whose pussy is this?"

"yours! every fucking inch of it is— hah, yours!"

"that's right." he mercilessly fingers your poor hole and rubs your clit, putting motion into his hips too as he bucks into your ass as much as he can. he's coming at you from every angle, pleasing you from every direction and soon enough, you come undone all over his hands and your squirt comes gushing out of your stuffed pussy, splashing largely on the floor but due to his hips bucking you around, some of it ends up on the camera lens.

your asshole tightens around him as you come, hence he follows shortly after and deposits another load into you. his fingers slip out of your cunt and both his hands disappear behind him, he tries to use them as support but he ends up laying back on the bed anyway, completely spent.

cautiously, you close your legs, which feels unnatural to do after they've been held open for so long. additionally, you lift yourself off his cock and quiet whimper as you can feel his load move inside your ass and slowly begin to trickle out. trying not to pay any mind to it, you also collapse on the bed next to him.

once you both regain your bearings and the mind haze somewhat clears up, he invites you to come lay in his arms, and you shuffle over and do so. laid nice and snug against his chest while his arms envelop you and he strokes your back.

"that was fun." he whispers, "thank you."

"you don't have to thank me." you giggle, but promptly stop when you realise it takes too much energy to laugh. or even talk. "lets just go to sleep."

"sure.." he agrees, letting his eyes drift shut as he focuses on the rising and falling of your chests together.

until they shoot open again. "what about the stream?"

"i can't get up." you groan.

"me neither.." he admits, blinking twice before letting his heavy eyes fall shut again, "whatever. we'll deal with it later."

rxli: WHAT IS GOING ON?! milkywayy donated $40 milkywayy: she's so hot where can i watch more of her stuff?? elderlyc7ock: encore! slothman76: missed that pussy so bad myadiamond: @.milkywayy this is her acc dummy tet_ris: we just witnessed history tet_ris: this is the first time a league player has ever gotten laid

"here you are, one large black coffee with two sugars." you hum, picking up the two drink carriers, about to leave his office. he only looks away from his monitor momentarily to flash you a tiny smile and quietly mutter, "thanks." he picks up the cup and brings it to his lips for a long sip.

"see you around." you sing, about to exit his office and deliver the other coffees, until you hear him call out behind you,

"erm, why is 'princess' written on my cup?"

you turn around to look at him, still wearing a smile even as he glares at you with a expression filled with a mix of disgust and suspicion. "oh, that's just the silly name i gave to the barista. they write it on the cup so i know whose drink belongs to who."

"right." he clicks his tongue, narrowed eyes glancing between you and his cup, "and is there a reason why you didn't use my actual name? or.. any other noun?"

you're left speechless for a moment. in all honesty, you weren't expecting him to call you out on it; you thought you'd be able to leave his office before he noticed, then point it out in the breakroom. defensively, you splutter, "it's just a bit of harmless fun and silliness, sir. no need to get so worked up about it. but if you are really upset by it, i'll give them your actual name next time i go, mkay?"

he opens his mouth. likely to rebuttal against your claim that he is getting 'worked up' or is 'upset', but before the words can even leave his mouth you swiftly close the door to his office with a perky, "see you later!"

and tsukishima is left irritated, drinking out of his princess cup.

STRIKE TWO. in typical assistant fashion, you eventually are left to deal with arranging meeting between tsukishima and whoever else — whether that's curators from other museums or private buyers/sellers. recently, there's been one seller from overseas that he really wanted to meet with; he'd been trying for ages but apparently this guy must be really busy or something because it took tsukishima four months to even get a reply from the man himself, wherein the man said he'd be happy to meet, if he has time. then, tsukishima left you to iron out the specific details and nail down a time/date.

the door to his office swings open and you proudly beam at him while standing in the doorway. he's in the middle of reading a file on his desk, so he only briefly looks up at you over the rim of his glasses which have slid down his nose, "can i help you?"

"nope, but i can help you." you proclaim, meanwhile he doesn't even look up from his papers as he raises and eyebrow, urging you to continue. you do so, saying, "guess who managed to secure a date and venue for your meeting with... the important guy, whose name i forgot."

tsukishima visibly perks up from his chair, drops his pen in shock and locks eyes with you, and you swear for a millisecond, an emotion that could be perceived as joy lights up his face. "mr kim?!"

"yes, him!"

"excellent work." he gives you an approving nod, picking up his pen and resuming his work, "when is the meeting?"

"uh, well, he said he'd only meet with you if for when you okay, he would let you to."

tsukishima continues to nod, scanning the text in front of him, "right, forward me the ema—" he pauses, mind stuttering as he attempts to process what you said, "uh, sorry, could you repeat that for me?"

"he said he'd only meet with you if for when you okay, he would let you to."

you say it with such a rehearsed confidence that tsukishima sooner believes that he may be having a stroke than the idea that you might just be pranking him. "sorry," he clears his throat and straightens in his chair, "one more time, please."

"he said," you stress this time, "he'd only meet with you for when you okay, he would let you to."

now finally starting to catch on, his expression of befuddlement slowly begins to transform into one of annoyance, "that doesn't make any sense."

"yes, it does." you scoff, putting on a matching face of aggravation, "maybe you're just having a senior moment. here, i'll repeat it for you once more: he said he'd only meet with you for when you okay, he would let y—"

"that doesn't make any fucking sense! what're you even trying to say?" you snaps at you, and you open your mouth to say something that would piss him off even more, but at this point you are struggling to hide how amused you are by his reaction and a sly smile begins to tug at the corners of your lips, one that you try so hard to suppress but he notices anyway, and when he does he sighs, "get out of my office."

you nod, putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your snickering as you leave the office, closing the door behind you.

there's a moment of silence where tsukishima can hear the blood vessels in his forehead bulging, but you break it by popping your head into the room and stating, "i did actually get a meeting with the guy though. it's next friday at two o'clock at the plaza lunch spot. i'll forward you the details." and you just as hastily dip out.

at least one good thing came of that interaction, he tells himself.

STRIKE THREE. there's a knock at his door, but he's on his lunch break. everyone knows that he takes his lunch between 1.30 and 2.30 — the same time it has been for the last 18 years — and expressly asks no one to disturb him during this period, so who would be inconsiderate enough to knock on his door while he's eating his su— oh, of course.

the moment he realises who it is on the other side of the door, it creeps open and your head pokes in and proves his assumption to be correct.

he covers his mouth as he's still chewing on his sandwich, "i didn't say you could come in."

"but it's an emergency, sir!"

"what is it?" he quirks a brow. usually if someone interrupted his lunch with an 'emergency', he'd show a bit more concern but given that it's you and you once referred to a cologne he was wearing that you weren't particularly fond of as a 'nasal assault and biohazard', he has reason to believe that you're being hyperbolic.

another assumption proven correct as you explain, "someone brought in tuna and egg salad for lunch and now the breakroom reeks." your eyes squeeze shut, cringing as you recall the awful odour, "could i please eat lunch in here, with you?"

"that's a stu—" for second he forgets that he's your boss and he's only meant to use professional language, but he hastily catches himself, "that's a ridiculous complaint. just open a window." he takes another bite of his sandwich.

"but sir, it's such a foul smell, you don't understand." you continue to whine, leaning against the door, "and wouldn't you like to have someone to talk to during your lunch break?"

"my office isn't for fraternising." he states bluntly, "anyway, if i let you eat in here, soon enough everyone will be eating their lunch in here."

"i highly doubt anyone else would volunteer to eat in your company." you chirp in such a sweet tone of voice that it takes tsukishima a few moments to compute how offensive that is, "even if they do, you can just tell them to politely get lost because i am the only employee who is tolerable enough to eat with you."

"i'm not sure how true that is." he contemplates, leaning back in his chair and catching a glimpse of the clock. more of his fleeting lunch hour was slipping away from him as he entertained his conversation. a part of him wanted to angrily assert himself and tell you that you weren't going to eat with him. but an even larger part of him was oddly endeared by you, even though he couldn't even begin to explain why.

regardless, he ought to end this conversation somehow. he gives you a once-over and lazily slides his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, sighing, "you're lucky you caught me in a good mood. sit." he motions to the chair across from him.

you smile, humming a "thank you." as you shuffle into the room and take a seat at the opposite side of his desk as instructed. once sat, you start to unwrap your lunch, "what's got you in such a good mood, anyway?"

"my lunch is quite good today." he explains, covering his mouth as he chews.

"cool, did your wife make it for you?" you ask, taking a bite of your own food.

"no, i'm unmarried. i made it myself." his tone softens slightly.

"right." you buzz, eyes scanning around his room. it dawns on you that you've never had a proper look around his office before. he has all sorts of books and chachkies on his bookshelves, as well as various diplomas, pictures and certificates in frames. most of them seemed to be academic or museum-related accolades, but one in particular stood out to you. hence, you ask, "who are the sendai frogs?" eyes narrowed, trying to read all the text on the certificate.

he follows your gaze until it falls upon the sole volleyball-related item he has displayed in his office. "that's the volleyball team i used to play for." he turns round in his chair to face you again.

"oh, volleyball. is that the sport you were into back when you were athletic?"

he chuckles at your poorly veiled jibe and attempt to get a rise out of him. instead, he plays along for a change, "yes. back when i was athletic, i played a lot of volleyball." his eyes fall on the desk, giving the appearance of absence as he reminisces on the fond memories, "that certificate is from when we won the v. league tournament."

"interesting." you nod along. as you do so, he opens a drawer on his desk and rummages around. this goes on until he finds a picture and slides it along to you. leaning forward to look at it, you see it's a slightly crumbled photo of an entire team of volleyball players lined up, all wearing a bright green and yellow uniform, likely the sendai frogs. and you become certain of this when you find a much younger version of your boss in this line-up, in the back row. "aww, is that you?"

"with my team, yes."

so he's always been deadpan-looking. good to know. "how long ago was this?"

he grimaces, "15 years ago, i think."

"you must've been around my age in this photo." you giggle, even harder when you watch his face fall into an unimpressed glare. he tries the slide the photo back over to himself, but you keep a hand on it, "how do i know this isn't ai?"

"ai?" he almost gasps.

"yeah, like, artificial intelligence." you knit your brows together, "it's when a neutral network is trained on data and learns how to—"

"i know what ai is; i'm not an idiot!" he snaps, snatching his photo back, "it's not that. it's a real picture." he insists.

"mm, i'm not so sure. i swear i saw one of the guys had seven fingers on one hand!" you smirk, trying to grab the photo back but he yanks his drawer open and shoves it back in there. "plus, i find it hard to believe you looked like that 15 years ago and you're still unmarried."

it's around now that he starts to realise that you're deliberately trying to get a rise out of him again; he's not sure how he keeps falling for it. regardless, he's left speechless by your two observations — momentarily, at least. there's silence until he finishes chewing on his sandwich and swallows, "no one had seven fingers in that photo, firstly." he huffed, avoiding eye contact, "secondly, i appreciate your attempt at flattery."

"any time." you laugh, and so does he.

YOU'RE OUT. with your head resting on your knuckles, you aimlessly type away on your keyboard — next to you is stack of files you've been asked to digitise, so you are hours into typing them all up. there's a software that is meant to transcribe the text from a photo, but the majority of the papers were too crumbled or damaged for it to work. thus, you are left to do it manually in a hackneyed haze.

until you see a notification appear in the bottom corner of your screen. it's an email, from tsukishima. without thinking you immediately stop typing and click on it, bringing the email to full screen.

"SUBJECT: Performance Review.

Hi,

As you may know, it's protocol here at the Sendai City Museum that every member of staff undergoes an annual performance review, conducted by their supervisor. This is done to ensure that everyone is applying their best efforts to their roles and to address any qualms that staff may have.

I'm aware that you have not been employed here for over a year, thus usual procedure stipulates that you do not require a review yet. However, due to recent behaviours and concerns, I believe that an exception can be made in this instance.

I've set a meeting time for 6PM on Friday.

Regards, Tsukishima."

What the hell?

over the last three days, basically ever since you received that email, you've been on your very best behaviour. you've not been irritating him or bothering him during his lunch hour, nor have you been giving pet names to the barista to put on his coffee. nothing of the sort; you've been the perfect employee — keeping your head down and getting on with your assignments.

granted, being the perfect employee sucks and isn't entertaining whatsoever. but you didn't want to give your boss any more reasons to fire you.

truthfully, a part of you is incredibly shocked that this would even happen. up until now you thought that tsukishima was good humoured enough to understand that all the social transgressions you committed were simply in jest. you thought that was the kinda dynamic going on; that he was terribly strict and rude but he'd make up for it by being secretly cool enough to overlook certain things that you did. evidently you misjudged that. turns out he's just strict and rude, with no redeeming qualities. being hot doesn't count as a redeeming quality.

it's whatever. hopefully you'll be able to weasel your way out of any disciplinary action by being sweet but even if you are fired, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world — is what you tell yourself. this job is boring anyway, and it would be constructive for you to free yourself from the shackles of evil co-workers and rooms that smell like drywall and dust constantly.

so, when friday 6PM rolls around and everyone packs up and starts filtering out of the museum, you grab your staff and stroll towards tsukishima's office without a care in the world. well, maybe you cared a little, evidenced by the tremor in your knees and twitching of your eye. but largely, you didn't care!

you knock on the door and he summons you in, and you take a seat across from him, just like you did when you were eating lunch together. although atmosphere this time was far more intense. he's got a suit jacket on this time and you can smell his expensive, fresh cologne from across the desk. he has files in front of him but you can't read them because his computer is in the way.

"glad you came." he states monotonely, without looking up from the papers, "are you ready for your performance review?"

"no." you huff, crossing your arms over your chest, "you're just going to try come up with some reason to fire me, cos you're tired of me."

tsukishima stares at you wide-eyed, honestly he was not expecting you to be so upfront and confrontational about this. people in the professional world usually aren't. he clears his throat and replies, "true, i am tired of you. but i'm not looking for a reason to fire you. the work you have done so far is decent, so i invited you here to give you the opportunity to apologise, promise you'll stop being an annoyance and then we could both move on."

"apologise?!" you snort, "why would i apologise? i've not done anything wrong."

"that so?" he quirks a brow, biting the inside of his mouth to stop himself from raising his voice, "what about the time you tricked me into thinking i was having a stroke?"

"i just said a few words out of order; stop being dramatic." you scoff, rolling your eyes, under the firm belief that nothing you've done so far could be classified as 'wrong'. just silly, vexing even.

"you disturbed me during my lunch break and said my certificate was fake." he sneers.

"how dare i disturb lord tsukishima during his sacred lunch hour. if that is such a blasphemous deed then feel free to exile me." you gawk, tone dripping with sarcasm and contempt, all while tsukishima glares daggers at you from across the desk. "also, i did not say your certificate was fake. i'm sure you did win that junior league volleyball tournament eons ago; i said the picture was fake, and we established i was only joking."

tsukishima's heart races. he's not been spoken to in much a manner by a subordinate since... ever. despite working here for over ten years, he still doesn't feel practised enough to know how to deal with this. but what he does know is that you are triggering the asshole in him, hence he stands up with his hands on his desk and commands down at you, with the intention of putting a quick end to this confrontation, "joking or not, you've been shockingly unprofessional these last couple weeks. now, quiet down or else i'll... uh, i'll"

he stumbles over his words. unsure if he should threaten to fire you or something more severe, and this decision results in him stumbling over his words — a fatal error. this allows you the chance to stand up slowly from your chair, not quite getting on his level but still a intimidating display of fearlessness. you scowl up at him and ask, "or else you'll what?"

...

there's a pause. the seconds after that are a frenzy of limbs, heated kisses and hands where they don't belong. you never thought this would be the boiling point of your uneasy relationship with your dickhead boss, but here you are; folded over his desk with your skirt hiked up to your waist, his papers all thrown to the floor and his computer shoved aside. "ngh, please.." you groan.

"this what you wanted?" he mutters harshly under his breath as he frantically undoes his zipper and pulls out his cock, smearing the head against your pleading lips, "all of this just to get my attention?" you moan out in reaction to his tip against your hot core and he takes this as a response, "well, you've got it now." he punctuates his sentence with a firm slap on your ass which makes you cry out even more.

from his big hands on your waist pinning you down, to his hot minty breath breathing down your neck, you're already soaked for him by this point. his cockhead runs back and forth through your folds, stimulating your needy heat until he finally dips his tip shallowly into your hole and growls, "need me to teach you how to fucking behave?"

"yes, sir." you mewl back, trying to buck back onto his dick but his arm is surprisingly strong and keeps you pinned right in place, any attempt you make to move back is futile.

he laugh at this and says, "that's what i thought." right before plunging into you, his lengthy shaft penetrating you and splitting you open on his desk. a staggered moan rips from your throat as this happens, but it's hardly a deterrent for tsukishima. "feeling sorry yet?"

"y-yeah." you stammer, eyes squeezed shut. his length is pushing against your insides, and you're barely able to fit him but he's crammed himself all the way in there, to the point were your folds are virtually kissing his base. you're unable to cope with the vast amount of pleasure and discomfort circling in your abdomen, you try to grab onto something but he has you laid out on his desk, tits pressed against the hard wood. you can't grab the smooth surface so fingers curl around the front edge of the desk.

"good. and i'm also sorry for what i'm about to do to this poor cunt." his voice drips with scorn. he kisses his fingers and uses them to lovingly massage and toy with your clit. giving you a few deceptively calm and sweet moments to cherish before he yanks his hand away and begins pounding into you from behind.

the force of his hips snapping into your ass causes your whole body to shake and rock on top of desk, his hands moving you to the natural rhythm and emphasisng your ass bouncing on his pelvis. "how's it feel, baby?" he grabs a handful of your ass, using that and your waist to keep you in place.

"guh— hah— good!" you squeal, eyes rolling back in your head from the intense euphoria of his cock repeatedly cramming itself into your sopping pussy. having to contort around his length each time brings you a sizzle of pain and satisfaction that it near constant.

"hurts?"

"y-yeah."

"good." he smirks, slapping your ass once more and basking the cute squeak you emit. "it's what you get for being a fucking brat."

"seriously." he gasps, losing momentum slightly but still got a fire in him, a desire to rearrange your insides and keep lashing into you until you've forgot your own name. "i've worked here for over a decade." his teeth grind together, cock starting to weep at being suffocated by your drenched pussy. "and i've never met a girl as insolent and— ah— tight, as you!"

you're not sure if that was meant to be an insult, either way you only feel more motivated to clamp down on him, and his eagerness to be inside you works against him as you swallow him up and he cums inside you, gripping your ass and waist as he fills you up with his seed. his nails dig into you so you're moan moaning all the way through his climax.

once he's done, he leans forward and grabs your hair, pulling you back into a rough arch so he can whisper in your ear, "learnt your lesson yet?" as he nears you, the aroma of sandalwood and citrus, mingled with his natural musk floods your senses. "still feel like being an annoyance, or does this slutty cunt need another round?"

although the proposition of another creampie is tempting, you do feel quite worn out. additionally, you feel like tsukishima definitely put his best effort into that so you should probably throw the old man a bone. "i've.. learned my lesson."

there's a beat of silence. tsukishima gently lets go of your hair and your heads rests back on the desk, as he straightens himself out. "hm," he clicks his tongue, pulling out of your soiled pussy with a lewd squelch, "i should probably make you come anyway, for good measure."

before you can even properly process what he said, his slender fingers latch back onto your poor clit. he's awfully cruel, rubbing and pinching and pulling the most pornographic moans from you. toes curling with ecstasy, your mind blurs in a haze of lust and you all but melt into the desk.

you're so lost in your horny trance that you almost choke on your own spit when replaces his fingers on your clit with tongue, "mm, delicious, sweetheart." he hums into your cunt, the vibrations sends a shiver down your spine. his lips work against your folds, then his tongue ventures deeper into your hole, although as the distance closes his glasses end up in the way. the cold surface against your warmth serves as a shock to your system and your eyes jolt open.

he briefly pulls away and removes them, noticing your juices on them and muttering, "crude slut." under his breath, but still loud enough for you to hear. mixed signals. you're not given a moment to ponder it though as he dives straight back into your cunt. he wraps an strong arm around your legs and licks stripes inside you, forcing the full length of his tongue inside your pussy.

due to his expert fingers stimulating your clit and the ceaseless movement of his tongue, it's not long before your hunched over the desk and screaming his name into the emptiness of the room. "please, please— tsukishima! i—"

"shh, shh, baby." he urges, swiftly replacing his tongue with the fingers of his other hand and skillfully coaxing you through your orgasm, not allowing for even a momentary lull in the onslaught of pleasure. "almost there. let me take care of you."

you do as he says, fully submitted to his hand and just as promised, he guides you through your climax with ease. the concrete ball on your stomach dissolves into something much softer and your spasming walls fade in intensity. soon, you're laying breathless and completely fucked out on your boss' desk, pussy dripping onto the vinyl floor.

he gets up from his knees and composes himself up: zipping his fly, putting his glasses back on, tidying his hair and the like. then, he calmly saunter around to the front of his desk where you face is, and sit down in his chair. he smirks down at you, "that was relaxing. for me."

"something like that." you pant, resting your cheek on the wood.

"tired?"

"very."

"consider yourself lucky, then." he learns back in his chair, idly moving side to side, "had we done this 'back when i was athletic', you'd be worse off." he chuckles to himself, and you're too spent to laugh.

"so, am i fired?" you ask groggily.

"as long as you're not still laying with your legs spread come morning, no."

your eyes widen at this, "really?"

"if i fired you, you'd just go out and find some other old man to terrorise." he explains, meeting your weary gaze, "it's best you stay. at least i've figured out a way to deal with you."