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not that that part really matters, but the people who get it, get it. wc 1.2k little bit of secret relationship sex for the lady! hm?
everyone thought you loathed him. in between aggressively shoving the copy of sheet music towards him, kicking the rock stop towards his side of the room, glaring at him during tuning when he clearly hadn’t spent warm up fine tuning his A string. but, what could you say, you’re both performers at heart.
“holy fuck” you moan. concert black adorning both of you, hidden in a small closet off stage. his fingers press into your waist and he kisses short and hot marks into your neck. you tangle your hands into his hair, curling and tugging at the soft curls. “look so pretty out there, doing so well.” he breathes into the space between your neck and shoulder.
“please” you whine, tugging at his dress shirt that has to be wrinkled by now. your fingers do quick work at the buttons, finding purchase in his bare chest below. fuck, he was so hot like this. all sweaty after the concert lighting beams adrenaline into your skin. he always got you like this, high off performing and whining under his touch. “please what, tell me baby.” he purrs. you can smell the rosin still sticky on his fingers as he presses a thumb to your lip. your tongue flicks out, washing it with want. “performing so well out there, always such a stunner.” he compliments. you flush, preening under his words.
“only for you, please. keiji touch me,” you beg, panting and pressing forward until your lips barely touch. he takes the invitation, crowding into you until his fringe tickles your forehead. kissing you with such fervor you forget the amount of time you have before you’re both supposed to be setting up for the next song. and he obliges, his cold hands dancing along your skin until the reach the button of your pants. making swift work with it. your hips buckle and press into him when his fingers swipe over your panties, drenched. you tremble and try to focus on his lips, kissing bruises into your plush face. you pull away to breathe, head knocking against a few coils on the wall behind you. you can hardly see him, but you feel the tension in the way his body tenses against yours, cock straining in his slacks against your thigh. you press your leg forward, rubbing against him. he sighs into it, swiping your panties to the side, impatiently pushing beyond your walls and into the warmth beyond. “mmf’ fuck fuck.” you barely keep it at a voice level appropriate. and he snakes his other hand up to press his fingers against your tongue.
“quiet baby, hah- you act like you want them to hear you out there hm” he concedes. and when you feel him rut against your leg, you know he’s a goner too. you scrape your teeth against the top of his fingers, he hisses and pulls them out, too tempting to keep letting you. “let me, please keiji” you ask and he just nods against you. his fingers work slowly in you, and you bite your lip at the feeling. barely teetering between wanting more and it bent too much. needing to gain leverage, you cup at his erection, feeling warm under the breath he lets out. well, until he curls his fingers just right and you barely close your mouth before you let the concert hall know how good he makes you feel. you fumble with the waistline of his pants before tugging them down far enough for you to get a hand around his cock. swiping the tops of your manicured nails over him, he throws his head back, and you salivate at the way the veins in his neck stand at attention. torn between getting lost in the feeling of his fingers blessing your insides and working him slowly in your hand, you lean forward and press small kisses down the line of his neck.
“look at you, hm?” he whispers. small groans leaving his mouth when you finally enclose your hand around him and give small teasing strokes of attention. “what would they think,” he takes a break to sigh when you squeeze him in reaction to his words. the pace of his fingers pausing between your thighs and you whine at the loss of movement, he rolls his eyes and keeps them curled against that sweet spot inside you. “think about this pretty baby gettin’ wet around fingers she acts like she hates.” and he presses further into you, gasping against the feeling and reeling at the words. the way your stomach tightens in reaction only has him smirking.
the game you play with each other not unfamiliar, when you push him a little too far or say something extra snarky during rehearsals, he presses you into a wall or a sound proof practice room down the hall and makes you plead for the man you act like you loathe, to make love to you. so all you can do is roll your hips into the way his fingers make a mean dumb slut out of you, hair sticking to your face and neck and all you can focus on is his sick mouth. “nothin’ to say now huh, pretty girl” he swipes the hair out of your eyes and you slowly pick up the pace with your hand. needing him to be just where you are, lost in the feeling. lost in the pleasure of being carried so sweetly to bliss.
“shut up keiji- oh f- please.” you whine. twisting your hand around him as you rise closer to the point of no return. shameless in the little pants and moans you try to keep quiet for him. his hips reach up to meet your hand, wet with hints of his release guiding his cock through your fingers. rock solid against your touch, warm and pulsating with every grasp of your small hand against him. “god, hah, wish i could fuck you ‘n here” he wraps his hand around the front of your neck and pulls you to him. kissing you impossibly harder. that does it, cascading you over the edge as you shake against him. whining into his mouth as your body locks and vibrates against him. your hand desperately making work over him, until he too barely warns you before your hand is warm and sticky. smiling against his swollen lips. you blink up at him, the only light being the small peak below the door. you almost laugh, because this wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. you both pause when you hear faint clicking of heels and the talking over a walkie-talkie.
“where’s the first chair’s we’ve been trying to start for five minutes now,” and with a huff, you hear your conductor practically yell over the earpiece “someone find them, they better not be fucking fighting”
well, one of those was true.
tucking your clothes back in, you smile, he’s desperately dabbing away at his pants and you’re smoothing the lines away in your shirt, no where you’d rather be. before grabbing the cool handle of the door, you turn to him. “break a leg, akaashi” before stepping out and collecting yourself.
during the performance, you catch his eye when turning your page and almost swear, knowing you’d probably find yourself in the same predicament later tonight, again.
a/n: im sorry this is so self indulgent. as a violinist i never really had a thing for the bass players.. but the cellists, ooh. different story. anyways. let me know if this was terrible or if you loved it! bye now.
rules: answer these questions & tag 9 people you'd like to know better
reading: nothing rn i'm doopit :( but the last book i read was I Who Have Never Known Men and i still think about it a lot!
last series: rewatching arcane >:)
last movie: The Truman Show (there are a lot of really "movieish" movies i haven't seen so i'm trying to catch up)
last song: probably You Lose by Magdalena Bay?? i bought a Mercurial World cd at the cutie music store today and we were listening to it in da car
working on: a diy music benefit show thingy for a local family impacted by ICE, my muscles, i was also working on a lil collage zine that i am hoping to scan and post here Soon
sweet or salty: i am a savory boy through and through
coffee or tea: i need coffee to function but i drink tea just for the love of the game
tagging: i have a lot of new mutuals!! here goes 🌀
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starting a tag game for the first time uhhhh its abt music evb loves music uhhhhh im scared please 😔😔😔 looks like il start hahahahhahahahahhahahah.
rules: just asnwer the questions and tag people !!! :)
last listened to song: the boxer - simon and garfunkle
favourite song of all time: beautiful ones - suede
a song you’ve listened to a lot lately: local boy in the photograph - stereophonics (if u saw supergrass instead of stereophonics here a second ago NO U DIDNT UR BLIND U NEED HELP😔😔)
the yearly song of the summer: float on - modest mouse
a song you associate with a good time in your life: radio gaga - queen
your favourite song from your favourite artist: thick as thieves - the jam
a song from your favourite movie: live forever - oasis
a song you believe is beautiful: love songs on the radio - mojave 3
crash out song: miss world - hole
song that makes you cry: up the junction - squeeze (dont even ask…)
thank you for the tag🥹🥹 live laugh love music who doesn't love music🫶
last listened to song - it's kind of stupid but haydn's surprise symphony... (for music class... i swear im not like 200 years old..)
favorite song of all time - songs i keep coming back to are champagne coast, line without a hook and pasilyo<3
song i've listened to a lot - currently i've been listening to you and i (jason mraz) and castle in hollywood
song i associate with a good time in my life - NEO from project sekai 3rd anniversary (because my prsk phase was a very whimsical era and i miss it dearly)
favorite song from my favorite artist - i don't have a favorite artist😓😓 buut a fun fact is a few years ago my most listened to artist was uglyburger0 because i really liked the friday theme
song from my favorite movie - i. don't know what my favorite movie is. but when i try to remember what it is i always circle back to cyrano (2021) and "i need more"
a song i believe is beautiful - tenkyuu (from kono oto tomare)
crash out song - homage, mild high club
song that makes me cry - would you fall in love with me again from epic because the amount of emotion that they sing with, and also just the whole journey to get to that point is just jjdjdajsjaj
tagging @whenandfromanotherworld @akaashiit @ackermanandsukuna @cornfielding @florecielo @n-o-b-o-d-y123 @tweetybaby @blackwhiteandbold + open tags!!! (no pressure btw)
favorite song of all time - ummm. ok this is hard. i am ALWAYS running back to “I always wanna die sometimes,” by the 1975
song i've listened to a lot - chinese satellite by phoebe bridgers
song i associate with a good time in my life - Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO (lol)
favorite song from my favorite artist - fawk. again so hard to choose. I listened to Kyoto by Phoebe Bridgers the most last month so i’ll just go with that.
most listened to artist- phoebe bridgers
song from my favorite movie - the twilight soundtrack is BEAUTIFUL.
a song i believe is beautiful - Nothing Else Matters by Phoebe Bridgers (the instrumental behind it…oh my god)
crash out song - Backstabber Kesha or Breakin’ dishes by Rihanna
song that makes me cry - scott street by phoebe bridgers or cool about it by boy genius
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You don’t even think about it— your hand moves, fingers already sinking into Suna’s hair.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice muffled from being squished against your thighs, too comfortable on your lap to even try to move his head to catch your gaze.
You just shrug, fingers slowing, nails dragging lightly over his scalp. Realising he can’t see you from his spot, you speak up: “I don’t know. Feels nice”
Suna huffs a quiet laugh, something warm and fond. He shifts, settling his weight against you, like he’s decided there are worse places to be than right here. You feel it when he relaxes—shoulders dropping, breathing evening out beneath your touch.
Your fingers find a rhythm, find spots he leans into without realizing. You smile at that, at how easy it is now. How natural.
A few minutes pass. Maybe more.
“Don’t stop,” he murmurs, barely awake.
You don’t.
Your hand keeps moving, slow and unhurried, until the room feels smaller and quieter, like it’s just the two of you. Suna goes slack in your lap, sleep tugging him under, trusting you to stay.
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You don’t even think about it— your hand moves, fingers already sinking into Suna’s hair.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice muffled from being squished against your thighs, too comfortable on your lap to even try to move his head to catch your gaze.
You just shrug, fingers slowing, nails dragging lightly over his scalp. Realising he can’t see you from his spot, you speak up: “I don’t know. Feels nice”
Suna huffs a quiet laugh, something warm and fond. He shifts, settling his weight against you, like he’s decided there are worse places to be than right here. You feel it when he relaxes—shoulders dropping, breathing evening out beneath your touch.
Your fingers find a rhythm, find spots he leans into without realizing. You smile at that, at how easy it is now. How natural.
A few minutes pass. Maybe more.
“Don’t stop,” he murmurs, barely awake.
You don’t.
Your hand keeps moving, slow and unhurried, until the room feels smaller and quieter, like it’s just the two of you. Suna goes slack in your lap, sleep tugging him under, trusting you to stay.
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