#*nsfw

The clock in the hallway was chiming one o'clock when Y/N finally locked the front door behind her. The sun had set hours ago, but her director seemed to care little about time or the lives of others. Even if it took hours, he was determined for her to get the perfect take, and Y/N felt like her bones were about to shatter by the end of the day.

The only other thing on her mind was getting home to Bill, who she knew would be waiting for her. But now he was bound to be fast asleep in bed, and that was the only thing she wanted to do, too.

She groaned softly as she kicked her shoes off at the front door and hung her jacket up on the coat rack before trudging through the house and up the stairs to the bedroom. She didn't bother to turn any of the lights on as she went, letting muscle memory do her eyes' jobs as her whole body cried and screamed with each step.

Finally, she came to the bedroom door and pushed it open as slowly and quietly as she could, the hinges squeaking softly as they were forced open. She couldn't see, but she could tell that Bill was already asleep in bed, the soft sounds of his breathing drifting over to her ears. The carpet was soft under her feet as she tiptoed over to the bed, leaving the room in darkness as her eyes adjusted.

She could just make out Bill's silhouette, the sheets tangled in his legs as he clutched her pillow close to his chest as if it were her body, his face half buried in it. The sight made her smile, and her heart pulled a little. She'd often done the same thing while he was away; the scent of his cologne often clung to the fabric and soothed her on lonely nights, but knowing that he also did it just made her love him even more.

Carefully, she climbed onto her side of the bed and crawled over to him, keeping her movements slow and measured so as not to wake him up. He was the picture of peace when she finally managed to see him: his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted, his face still and content, and his hair sticking up where it had rustled against his pillow.

Even though he was on a break from work, Y/N had noticed how tired he'd been lately, especially when her own work days lasted for so long. She told him every single day that he didn't need to wait up for her to come home, but it appeared that he just couldn't stay up much longer for once. Even in the dark, she could see the shadows under his eyes, and she had a good feeling that they would be bloodshot once open.

She gently reached out to stroke his hair, keeping her touch soft and gentle, like she was handling a baby. The dark locks were soft when they slipped through her fingers, and the smell of his shampoo drifted into her nose as she leaned down to softly kiss he top of his head, gauging whether or not he would wake up. He murmured softly and nuzzled her pillow as he wrapped his toned arms tighter around it.

"Sleep well, honey," Y/N whispered before leaving a soft kiss on his forehead, letting her lips linger before she dragged herself away from him and into the bathroom.

She quietly closed the door behind her, making sure it didn't slam, before turning on the light. The sudden illumination made her eyes sting, and she squeezed them shut to give herself time to adjust before finding a towel and turning the shower on as hot as she could get it. Steam started to fill the room, fogging up the mirror until she could no longer see herself, and she let herself breathe deeply, the warmth blowing away the cobwebs in her head and letting her muscles relax.

After tying her hair up, washing her face, and dropping her dirty clothes into the hamper, Y/N stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade over her body, washing away the dirt and grime from the day. A soft groan escaped her lungs as she stood under the scalding water, her tired muscles relaxing as she continued to breathe in the steam and let it soothe her sore throat.

Part of her felt bad for making Bill wait so long for her to come home, but a more selfish part of her thought that he could wait just a little longer for her to finally go to bed. Y/N was so used to going to bed alone and waking up in the middle of the night to the feeling of Bill slipping under the covers next to her that it was normal to her.

She finished up her shower as quickly as she could, leaving her tired body smelling sweet as she towelled off and continued with the rest of her night routine. Her mind cleared as she finished her skincare routine and brushed her teeth, only concerned with finally getting some well-earned sleep.

Just as Y/N had put her toothbrush down, she felt a familiar pair of strong, toned arms snake around her waist and pull her into a warm body. The reflections in the mirror in front of her were still foggy from the steam, but she could recognise Bill's silhouette anywhere.

"I thought you were asleep," she said with a sigh as she relaxed into his embrace, relishing the feeling of his warm hands skimming over her arms.

"I was," Bill said, his voice low and scratchy in her ear. "But you woke me up."

"I didn't mean to," Y/N said as his hands continued to roam her body and he bent down to softly kiss her shoulder. "You just looked so cute."

He trailed his kisses across her shoulder and up her neck, making her skin tingle with each brush of his lip as his fingers crept underneath her towel.

"Not as cute as you," he husked before kissing the spot behind her ear and pushing the towel to the floor, leaving her completely bare for him.

Y/N shuddered when his fingers brushed over her nipples, her pussy starting to clench and dampen when he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them softly, his lips never leaving her neck.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper as she placed her hands over his.

"I waited all night for you to come home," he mumbled into her warm skin, his right hand drifting away from her breast and down to her lower stomach to pull her closer to his body. She whined when she felt him push his clothed erection into her behind and shuffled on her feet to let him slip his fingers between her legs. "You left me with this, and I didn't even get a chance to play with you before I fell asleep."

A moan crawled its way out of Y/N's lungs when he started to lightly circle her clit, and she fought the urge to squirm out of his arms. Her mind was screaming at her to sleep, but her body had an entirely different idea.

"But I'm tired, baby," she whined as her head fell back onto his shoulder. "I've had such a long day."

"Then the least you can let me do is fuck you to sleep."

Her whole body shuddered with desire, and her cunt clenched hard at his words, a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of her. Instead of giving him a response, she turned around in his arms and brought her hands up to his face, holding him still so she could kiss him softly. As her eyes drifted closed, she felt his lips brush against hers, and he took the lead, gently slipping his tongue into her mouth and pushing his fingers inside her needy pussy. He groaned against her mouth as he felt how wet she already was for him, her sweet spot already swollen enough for him to play with.

Y/N felt as if something had switched in her body; she was no longer concerned with sleep. All she wanted now was to feel every single inch of Bill; she wanted his hands all over her body, and his hard cock inside her.

"I missed you," she breathed into his mouth, her voice muffled by his kisses. "I spent all day wanting to come home to you."

"I missed you, too, baby," Bill said when he reluctantly broke off the kiss. Gently, he pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and licked them clean as he used his free hand to push his underwear to the floor, leaving them both completely bare. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

Bill took Y/N's hand and led her out of the bathroom, flicking the light off before he closed the door behind them, leaving them in the dark bedroom again. She could just see where they were going in the dark, thankfully the floor was clear as he brought her to the unmade bed and sat down on the mattress with his long legs stretched out in front of him.

"C'mere," he said as he reached out to take her hand, "come sit in my lap."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat when she realised what he wanted to do. Even though her body was sore and tired, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to fuck herself on his cock while sitting in his lap.

She eagerly crawled onto the bed and into his lap, not yet touching his hard cock as she cupped his face in her palms and kissed him softly, letting their tongues dance together as he gently played with her breasts, holding them with his large palms and gently squeezing her sensitive nipples.

Her hips started to buck against him and she lowered herself onto him, dragging her wet pussy along his shaft to slick him up, making him softly moan against her lips. Even though she couldn't see him, she knew that he looked beautiful: his big eyes hooded with lust, his soft lips slightly parted, and his hair perfectly tousled.

"I want you," he breathed against her mouth when she took his cock in her hand, giving him a few slow pumps, and spreading her arousal around. "I need you, baby."

Slowly, Y/N sank onto Bill's cock, savouring the feeling of him opening her up before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close to her. Their foreheads pressed together, she slowly rolled her hips forward and backwards as he caressed her back with his large palms and kneaded her hips, helping her keep her movements steady.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he sighed before brushing his lips against hers again, kissing her softly and sweetly. "Definitely worth the wait."

Y/N moaned into the kiss as she clenched around him, her sweet spot grinding against his cock and her clit brushing against his skin with each rock of her hips. She always loved being so close to him like this, their bodies entangled as they moved together as one, feeling each other's heartbeats until they melted together.

Her tired body continued to move lazily against his as she savoured his kisses, tasting toothpaste on his tongue as her fingers tangled in his thick hair, alternating between scratching his scalp, stroking his hair, and pulling it. He hummed against her lips and pulled her closer to his chest, her breasts pushing up against him so her sensitive nipples could rub against his skin.

Reluctantly, Y/N broke the kiss to catch her breath and buried her face in the crook of his neck as she continued to roll her hips into him, her clit tingling and twitching with each pass. Soft, breathy moans escaped her mouth as she kissed the side of his throat, smelling his leftover cologne and shampoo. All the different sensations were starting to overwhelm her until the only thing on her mind was how he was making her feel; his warm hands stroking up and down her back, his soft lips caressing her shoulder, and his hard cock inside her as they both wound her body closer and closer to climax.

"M'gonna cum, baby," she panted as her hips started to buck faster into his, her swollen clit tingling more as her stomach started to tighten itself into a knot.

"Already?" Bill teased as he trailed his right hand between their bodies to play with her clit. "Here, I'll help you."

Her body jolted at the added stimulation, and Y/N leaned backwards slightly to give him more space, changing the angle. She found it difficult to roll her hips in the position while he stroked her clit, but just the sensation of his thumb on her clit while his cock was inside her was enough to make her eyes roll back.

"Fuck, you look so good like this," he breathed as he rubbed her clit faster and pushed his hips up into hers. "C'mon, baby, let me feel you cum."

Y/N forced herself to keep her eyes open as the knot in her stomach finally snapped, warmth spreading throughout her body as her cunt clamped down on Bill's cock and her clit twitched under his thumb. He held her body still by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back into his body as his lips latched onto her neck, feeling how her throat vibrated with each cry and moan that came from her lungs.

Once she'd finally come back to Earth, she took Bill's face in her hands again and crashed her lips against him, kissing him sloppily in her cock-drunk stupor.

"More," she mumbled against his mouth, clenching around him again. "Make me cum again."

He laughed softly between kisses and held her close to his chest before lying down on the bed, pulling her on top of him without his cock leaving her.

"You can never have just one, can you?" he crooned in her ear as she buried her face in his neck again. "So needy."

A pleasured groan of his own flew out into the night air as he started to gently thrust up into her, letting her lie still on his chest as she scratched at his shoulders and kissed his neck. As much as she'd liked being able to fuck herself on his cock, she loved being taken care of by him even more.

He always knew exactly what she liked and what she needed, and at that moment, she needed him to be soft and gentle with her sore body. Her clit was too tired to be played with again, but thankfully her sweet spot was still swollen enough to be stimulated by his cock.

"This is a better way to finish the night, isn't it?" Bill whispered in her ear, softly groaning when her body shuddered and tensed around his cock. "Just you and me, taking care of each other late into the night. I'd stay up to fuck you all night if I could."

Y/N whined again and her pussy fluttered around him, signalling that she was already close again. Her hips started to move on their own, matching his rhythm as her breathing picked up and she whined louder and louder into his shoulder.

"You gonna cum again?" he asked as he stroked her back, running his fingers up and down the notches of her spine. He felt her nod into his shoulder and sped up his thrusts slightly. "Cum with me, baby."

Y/N clenched around his cock repeatedly, helping her second orgasm of the night come more easily. Her eyes screwed shut as it finally arrived, her sensitive pussy spasming around him as she gasped and moaned into his shoulder, drawing his orgasm out of him. She listened to his own moans and curses as he shot his warm cum into her, painting her insides white as he continued to fuck her through their highs.

She was just about to crawl off of him when she felt his hands on her hips, holding her still. Her spent pussy felt so full with both his cock and cum still inside her, but she didn't want him to leave her. Not when they were still so close.

"Let's stay like this," Bill said, tiredness starting to steep into his voice as he pulled the sheets back over them. "You still feel so good."

Y/N hummed in agreement as she settled further into his body, her breathing starting to slow down as sleep began to take over her body. She tried to find the energy to kiss him or say good night, but her eyes were closing on their own and her body was losing the battle.

The last thing she felt before finally slipping into dreamland was Bill's lips on her forehead and his cock still inside her, slowly softening as sleep took him too.

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I was so incredibly high while drawing this and I am still high so who fucking knows. I haven’t drawn in months but these two plague me. TN’s slop delivery o clock

Nooo the anatomy isn’t right everywhere but I don’t care !!!!! Just pretend it’s ok..

Last pic is my ref, found on Pinterest 💥

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chuuya's body is a stranger to dazai. and he understands that. and yet when chuuya takes his boxers off for the first time after four years, dazai is caught off gaurd because what on earth is that?!

dazai didn't realise that just because chibi didn't grow in height, doesn't mean he didn't grow anywhere else either. and he without any shame, gapes.

chuuya, taking his boxers off: c'mere bastard, I'll show u a good time

dazai:

chuuya:

dazai:

chuuya, growing self concious: what

dazai: are u trying to kill me

***

dazai: that THING will not fit

chuuya: you're being dramatic

dazai: are u trying to gaslight me

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after the panic subsides. dazai decides to be a little shit because why not

dazai: I didn't know chuuya was packing a firearm into his underwear

chuuya:

dazai, winking: would you shoot me with it? if you know what I mean

chuuya: FUCK OFF

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dazai: no wonder chuuya didn't grow in height

chuuya:

dazai: his dick ate all his inches instead

chuuya, tucking himself back in his boxers: you're done

Y/N should have known that when Ash asked her if she wanted to ‘see a movie’, he had no interest in watching a movie at all. Especially when he suggested going to the drive-in.

“What’s on tonight?” she asked him as they got ready to go out.

“I dunno, Invasion of the Flesh-Eating Bastards,” Ash replied, fiddling with his car keys. “Something stupid like that.”

“Sounds fun,” Y/N said sarcastically.

“That’s the spirit!” He crossed the small space between them to gather her in his arms. “We’d better go, I wanna get to the concession stand early.”

“Ash, nobody goes to the drive-in anymore; it’s going to be empty,” she said as she wriggled out of his arms to get her jacket.

“That’s exactly why I want to go,” he said with a wolfish grin before opening the front door for them. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she exited the apartment, ducking under his arm as she went.

Y/N couldn't say that she didn't want to go out and have some fun with Ash, especially since she loved him more than anything else in the world, but there were times when she wanted some more luxury in her life; like being taken to the fanciest restaurant in town or going away to a nice hotel for the weekend, rather than being fucked in the car at the drive-in.

But she couldn't complain too much; at least she had a boyfriend who wanted to spend time with her just as much as she wanted to spend time with him. Even if that involved eventually having sex in public.

Y/N didn't mean to sulk all the way to the drive-in, but she didn't realise she’d been doing it until she felt his hand on her thigh.

“You feeling okay?” he asked gently as he pulled into the lot.

“I’m fine,” she said plainly as she turned to face him. “This just isn't my ideal date spot.”

“I know it's not, but next time we’ll go somewhere you want to go. My treat.”

“You promise?” she asked, her voice soft as she pushed her hair behind her ear.

Ash smiled gently as he leaned over the seat to kiss her, his lips soft against hers.

“I promise. C’mon, let’s have some fun tonight.”

While Ash went off to the concessions stand, Y/N rolled down the front driver window and set up the speaker before clambering into the back seat, making herself comfortable as she waited for him to come back with their snacks. She must have twisted herself into all sorts of different positions so that the handle for the window wasn't digging into her back, even though she would likely end up resting against Ash's chest anyway. Lights from the projector flickered in through the windows as the sounds of Let's All Go to the Lobby started up, the cartoon snacks dancing on the screen in front of the car.

Ash had made sure to park in a quieter spot in the lot, away from any other fellow movie-goers who may get nosy, but that was unfortunately quite a trek from the concessions stand. By the time he'd come back, Y/N was sure that she was about to fall asleep in the back seat, being brought back to reality by the sound of the door opening and closing.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I just got a big popcorn to share," Ash said as he slid into the seat beside her.

"That's okay, I probably won't eat much anyway," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "What's this movie about anyway?"

"I dunno, I think it's one of those super gory Italian zombie flicks. The kind that keeps getting banned in England."

Once the movie finally started, Y/N nestled against Ash as they both lounged on the back seat, her back against his chest as she lay between his outstretched legs. She couldn't see the screen too well, and the sound wasn't great, but she was happy to just spend some time cuddling up with her favourite guy. His chest rose and fell gently as he stroked his left hand up and down her arm, his right resting on her stomach as he kept his focus on the screen.

The movie was exactly what Y/N had expected: a poorly dubbed gorefest that barely had a plot and ripped off another better movie that she'd seen before. Instead, she let her mind wander and focused on Ash's hands on her, his left hand moving further and further up her arm until his fingers drifted over to her breast, skimming over the swell of it before circling her nipple, making it hard and poke through the thin fabric of her shirt.

She could immediately feel herself start to dampen between her legs, and she clenched when she felt his lips on her neck, his warm mouth caressing her skin as he continued to tease her breast, squeezing softly and pinching her nipple until she whined softly and squirmed in his arms. Instead of fighting it, she let her eyes drift closed and her body melt into his, lost in the sensation of his hands on her as he continued to kiss her neck gently.

His left hand continued to drift down her body, the very tips of his fingers skimming over her stomach until they rested between her thighs, his touch light enough to make her tingle and want more.

"Can I touch you here, baby?" Ash crooned in her ear, keeping his fingers still until she nodded for him to continue. "Spread your legs for me."

Y/N opened her legs as best she could, the cramped back seat proving to be more of a hindrance than anything. In hindsight, she should have picked a more accessible outfit than jeans, but she could still feel his fingers through the stiff fabric when they ghosted over her clothed pussy, the denim tickling the insides of her thighs with each stroke.

His touch firm, he rubbed her clit through her clothes until she whined and squirmed in his arms, her jeans not letting her feel enough of him. Her fingers flew to the waistband, and she impatiently unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans before wriggling out of them, letting them hang around her ankles so he could have better access to her.

"Getting impatient?" Ash teased, running his fingers over the damp crotch of her panties, his fingertips dipping inside to gather her arousal. "I told you we would have some fun tonight."

A shaky sigh escaped her lips when he finally circled her clit with his fingertips, the swollen bud twitching under his touch with each pass. Y/N didn't think that she'd been that excited for this, but her body never lied to him. The screaming from the movie faded away as she let her head fall back onto Ash's shoulder and lost herself in his arms.

"How's that feel, baby?" Ash crooned as he turned her head towards him, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You want my fingers inside you?"

She nodded as she leaned into him further, letting her lips brush against his until he took the hint and kissed her softly. A whine escaped her lips when they briefly broke apart to breathe, giving him the signal to slip his tongue into her mouth and pull her panties to the side so he could slide his fingers into her hot, wet cunt. He hummed in pleasure against her lips as his fingers stretched her open and rocked them in and out so she could get used to the feeling.

Y/N moaned against his mouth when he found her swollen sweet spot, his fingertips gently pushing into it and massaging as his fingers continued to rock in and out of her, driving her body closer and closer to her peak, She forced her body to stay still in his arms, her nerves wanting her to squirm against him as he kissed her, his mouth muffling her moans.

Not that anyone would be able to hear them anyway.

She reached down between her legs to pull her panties further to the side, the elastic digging into her skin when her fingers found her clit. Her hips jumped when she circled it with the very tips of her fingers, and she broke away from Ash as a gasp escaped her lips, the two of them winding her body further and further to her coming climax. It was coming on too fast, so she kept her movements slow and measured, trying to match his curling fingers.

"You're gonna cum already, aren't you, baby?" he purred against her lips, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he curled his fingers firmer into her sweet spot.

Y/N nodded and bit her lip to muffle a whine, but it slipped out anyway, a scream on the speaker covering it up for her. Just as her inner muscles started to clench around his fingers, Ash pulled them out and placed them over her fingers on her clit, making her whine again in frustration.

"Ash, don't tease me," she said as her hips bucked into his hand.

"Don't worry, you'll get what you want," he murmured into her neck, kissing her hot skin softly before removing her hands from her completely. "But I can't let you have all the fun."

Ash dug into his back pocket to pull out a condom and placed it between his teeth as he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his underwear. Y/N shuffled a little in front of him to give him some more space and listened as he tore the condom packet open and rolled the rubber onto his cock before pulling her back into his arms and stroking his palm over her hip, leaving a kiss on her cheek before running his cock through her folds to gather her wetness. She whined impatiently and pushed her hips back into him to get him to slip inside her, but to no avail.

He was going to fuck her in his own time after all.

The back seat of the Delta had never been the most comfortable place to lie on, thanks to the cramped space, and Ash's height certainly didn't help either, but as soon as she felt him push into her, she felt like she was back at home in bed with him. She would have much preferred to have him on top of her so she could see him, but having his chest pushed up against her back while he thrusted into her from behind was just as good.

"You feel so good, baby," Ash sighed in her ear as he continued to roll his hips into hers. "So warm and wet for me."

Y/N let out a soft moan as her eyes drifted closed, the sounds of the movie fading away with each roll of Ash's hips until he was the only thing she could focus on. Someone could walk past the car at that very moment, and she'd be none the wiser.

She jumped slightly when he snaked his hand between her thighs and pulled her top leg to open her up to him, her jeans still loose around her ankles, but she was too far gone to try to shake them off or to take her shoes off. All she wanted was to feel him moving inside her, his fingers teasing her clit as the tip of his cock brushed against her sweet spot.

Her breath hitched when a strong pang of pleasure coursed through her, making her back arch and her head fall back onto his shoulder.

"Found her, didn't I?" Ash purred in her ear, his thrusts becoming more shallow so he could repeatedly hit her sweet spot. He held her close to his chest with his metal hand as he listened to her gasp and moan with each thrust and brush of his fingers, winding her body up until her insides turned into knots.

The pleasure started to become too much. Y/N felt herself start to clench around his cock, squeezing him tighter and tighter as her climax started to build up. Her hands clawed at his arms, nails digging into his sleeves as she gave in to him, trying her best to keep still so he could continue to expertly fuck into her sweet spot.

"God, I love fucking you like this," he gritted, his breath warm on the back of her neck. "Just feeling you clench up while you make those cute little noises."

Y/N whimpered and clenched again, drawing another groan from him. Her face turned away from him, and her mind went blank as she let him guide her towards her climax, her voice picking up with each push of his hips into hers.

"Ash, I'm gonna cum," she whined before biting her lip to muffle her voice again.

"C'mon, let me feel it."

His hips sped up again, and his fingers twirled over her clit faster, drawing moans and gasps from her until the knot in her stomach snapped and her body exploded with pleasure. Her back arched, her head flew back onto his shoulder, and her cunt clamped down on his cock as her hips jolted and stuttered, pleasure coursing through her entire body. She barely registered anything else her body did; her cries and moans sounded like they came from somebody else as she let him take full control of her body.

Y/N melted into Ash's body as she came down from her high, relishing in how his cock easily slid in and out of her spent cunt, how he gently held her close to him as he brought himself to orgasm, her tight pussy squeezing him just enough to make him spill into the condom with a moan of his own. Her shoulder was sore from having her weight put on it for so long, and she felt sleepy, but she couldn't have been more content.

With one final kiss to the side of her neck, Ash slowly pulled out of her and removed the condom from his cock, tossing it onto the floor for him to clean up later. He made quick work of tucking himself back into his pants before tugging on Y/N's shoulder to roll her over so that she was facing him again, her face buried in his chest.

"You feel okay?" he asked, his voice soft and low as he tenderly stroked her back.

"Yeah," she replied into his shirt, about to drift off into his arms.

The movie still played outside, neither of them paying any attention to it as they listened to each other's hearts and felt each other's breathing steady out. The car had turned into their own little private sanctuary where they could entirely focus on each other, a complete contrast to the carnage on the screen before them and the screaming coming through the speakers.

Nothing could have ruined the moment for Y/N.

"Cold?" Ash asked when he felt Y/N start to shiver in his arms, the cold of the drive-in seeping through the windows and kissing her still exposed bottom half.

Y/N nodded and shifted in his arms to pull her panties and jeans back up, lest someone walk past the car and see her bare ass on show.

"I should have brought a blanket with us," she said once she was covered up. "I didn't think the temperature was going to drop this much."

"Next time, we'll go somewhere warmer," Ash said softly before kissing her forehead. "My treat."

"I'll hold you to it. You know I like my comforts."

"I know you do." He tenderly kissed her lips, letting them linger. "And my queen deserves nothing but the best."

insomnia has once again webbed its way through her brain and shattered through her eyelids. it's nothing new, she's dealt with it most of her life. with an annoyed, tired sigh, she turns fully onto her side to face her boyfriend letting her eyes scan his sleeping face as puffs of his breath fans across her nose. she sighs again, frustrated that she can't sleep and that he can. just as she's about to fling the blanket off of herself and stomp to the living room to be grumpy on the couch, he cracks an eye to look at her. she immediately huffs out a laugh.

"did i wake you?"

he clears his throat and rolls onto his back, stretching his body a little. "i felt you staring at me." he turns to look at the clock on his nightstand. two a.m.

she laughs at that, reaching over to palm his cheek, it hits him with a soft unpainful smack. "i'm sorry. i was admiring your ability to sleep."

he rolls back onto his side, wiggling a little closer to her. "can't sleep?"

she sighs. "no, my brain won't shut up long enough."

he hums his response, his eyes slipping closed again.

"aaron..."

his eyes open slowly to look at her. "hm?"

"help me fall asleep...?" she studies his face as well as she can in the dimly lit room, but she sees him crack a grin, his eyes coming to life.

"how do you suppose i do that?" his voice is still rough with sleep sending shivers down her spine, igniting the fire already growing deep in her belly.

without saying anything, she reaches for his left hand and guides it slowly towards her already throbbing center. she lifts her right leg up a little to give him room and he automatically palms the entirety of her, the warmth of his large hand making the heat already boiling between her legs unbearable.

"god, baby, please.." she chokes out in a whisper, but he keeps slowly, lightly, running his hand over her.

"please what?"

she throws him a pointed look and he grins. "i want your fingers inside m-"

before she can even finish that sentence, he skims his fingers up over her mound, and then wiggles them under her panties, brushing through her trimmed pubes. he doesn't pull her lips apart like she's dying for him to, instead he rests his entire palm on her pubic bone and lets his fingers play softly at her opening, feeling how hot and wet she already was. she squirms under him, clenching helplessly at nothing. he chuckles. "already so wet, hm? were you planning on waking me up or were you going to take care of this yourself?"

she huffs out something between a breathy laugh and a moan as she reaches under the blankets to grip at his wrist. "you're killing me here, babe."

"oh, we can't have that, can we?" he says and then quickly presses his two middle fingers down and then up, pulling her lips open and then stopping to press the tips of them against her clit. she squirms against his hand even more, her bottom lip caged between her teeth.

"aaron hotchner, i swear to god," she pants, the grip on his wrist tightening.

he props his head up on his right hand so he can look down at her, the street light from outside barely shining into the room so he can see the shadows of her face. she looks up at him right when he starts moving his fingers in small circles. she licks her lips and lets them fall apart to suck in a breath.

he speeds up his movements, watching as her face as it contorts with pleasure, her chest rises and stutters, an annoyed yet pleasurable groan leaving her throat.

"baby, please," she nearly chokes out. he chuckles to himself, loving that he can do this to her - make her beg and moan.

a few more deep pressure circles to her clit and he slides his fingers down to her opening and presses inside of her slowly. "is this what you want?" his voice is low and teasing and she can practically hear the grin on his face through her now closed eyes. he uses the heel of his hand to press back into her clit and her leg twitches.

the grip on his wrist moves down to grab the back of his hand, her fingers over his, and she makes him push himself deeper into her. her fingers brushing against her own entrance with the movement.

"jesus, fuck, god," she cries out, squeezing her eyes closed. his fingers are thick and always fill her up the way she needs, especially when he uses two. he sets a slow steady pace, pressing them as deep as they can go and then drags them slowly almost all the way out of her before quickly sliding them back in to his knuckles. she squeezes her legs together, trapping their hands in place. she can feel the tendons in his hand every time he moves his fingers, and she grips his knuckles as he picks up the pace.

strangled moans fall from her lips as she moves her hips against him. he curls his fingers and holds it momentarily against the spongey tissue that makes her feral which causes her to immediately arch her back and release a guttural moan. when he starts to move his fingers again, picking up the pace even faster, she slides her right leg back so he can have more room to move his hand. he moves faster now, the wet slapping sound of his hand ramming into her and her strangled breaths filling the room.

it only takes a few more pumps and curls of his fingers before she's squeezing his knuckles tight. she presses her her own middle fingers into his, trying to push his fingers in farther as her orgasm sparks through her, her own two middle fingers slip in with his for a moment and she thrashes against him, her eyes still squeezed shut. he can feel her lower stomach spasming and it makes him bite his lip to stop his own pleasured sounds. her breath catches in her chest as her orgasm continues to static its way through her. he leans in closer to her, "breathe, honey."

a final strangled, broken moan leaves her throat and she sucks in a harsh breath, her body goes limp, and her hand falls away from his as she continues to breathe heavily. he doesn't remove his fingers right away, he leaves them buried inside of her, unmoving. she slowly opens her eyes and looks at him. "fuck," is all she can manage to croak get out.

"tired?" he asks, his voice strangled with his own wants now, but willing to go on if that's what she needs.

before she can answer he's pulling his fingers out of her and sliding them right back up to her clit. she can feel the gush of warmth follow his fingers out and it makes her moan again.

"are you?" she husks.

“Mmmf- ngh- Omi! Omi, it’s too much, i-it’s too much, it’s-!”

“We have another ten minutes,” Kiyoomi drawled, running his thumb over your lip before shoving it into your gaping mouth. “And maybe another set after. There’s a big match in a couple of days, darling.”

You couldn’t stop the whine that tumbled from your mouth, clamping your lips around the invading digit as Kiyoomi’s other hand rammed unrelentingly and rhythmically into you, as he had been doing for the last 30 minutes.

“You said you were missing my company,” he pointed out flatly, nuzzling into your neck as you wrapped yourself around him, tugging gently at the roots of his curls. “Isn’t this a great compromise?”

You were quiet as you stared into the distance for a moment, a rumble of a chuckle in your chest as you considered his offer. “You horny little shit.”

Kiyoomi perches himself up on his elbows, catching your eye with his usual deadpan expression. A minute ticks by as you stare each other down. He tilts his head, prompting you to answer his original proposal, as he neglects to respond to your accusation. his eyes seem to say ‘and?’; eventually, you break and a full laugh escapes you.

“I don’t see really how this could be considered exercise for you,” you said dryly. As he opened his mouth to explain once more why exactly fingerblasting you every other day and before a match was conducive to his career and both of your overall health, you continued. “I will consent to a trial period of said training routine. You have one week.”

Being an incredibly serious matter, Kiyoomi would start a timer for each ‘set’. 20 minutes of various crafty finger and wrist movements, high speed and power directly and expertly into your g-spot

His left hand went first for 2 reasons: being marginally his weaker and less dominant hand, starting left in his opinion ‘eases you into it better’

(You thought this was bull because you’re sent to high heaven at the same speed no matter which hand he starts with)

His second reason being if he wants to go for a third set then his left is ‘trained’ more with a built in break time

“Get over my knee, we’re doing one more,” Kiyoomi urged, shifting you over slightly as you failed to move along to his command in your exhaustion. Your mouth was dry, you were breathless, your pussy felt wet and swollen and was leaving a small puddle wherever you sat as Kiyoomi ripped orgasm after orgasm out of you.

“Mmmf,” you mumbled, unable to focus as your legs trembled and your core clenched weakly at each aftershock that rolled through you. “O-oh!”

Kiyoomi slipped two fingers back into your overworked cunny again. Starting slow, he began thrusting into you purposefully with each targeted movement of the wrist, assaulting your g-spot much too intensely after what you’d been through that evening. Your vision burst white and your senses faded as another orgasm washed through you, a gasp catching in your throat, your mind scattering as Kiyoomi pinned your thrashing hips down to keep you in place.

“Great job, darling, but hold still,” he demanded, delivering a sharp smack on your backside. “I’ll be sure to give you credit when we win,” Kiyoomi smirked, glancing momentarily at the timer. “But you have another six minutes."