#cw.overstimulation

For a moment, Bakugo swears he wants to bash Kaminari’s face into his flatscreen. And for a moment, he lets that impulsive thought win— getting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Denki’s shirt before promptly getting cut off by Kirishima.

“Alright alright,” Kirishima forcibly pries Bakugo off of the other blond, pushing him off to the side. “That’s enough, you two. Kaminari was just messing around. I’ll admit, it wasn’t a good joke, but no need to hurt the guy, okay Bakugo?” 

Kirishima knows that Kaminari wasn’t being that serious, but Kirishima can also admit that what he had to say held some ounce of truth. And Kirishima knows Bakugo well enough to see how your boyfriend tends to be rather skittish and protective with matters concerning you— which is exactly why Eijiro had to stop him before it was too late. He really didn’t feel like preparing for Denki’s funeral or helping hide Katsuki escape from a homicide charge.

And that was that…up until a few minutes ago.

Katsuki’s tried to forget that conversation. But try as he might, his mind betrays him and can’t help but wander back to what Denki said that night.

He trusts you of course, and has complete faith in your relationship. However, he’s curious to a fault, just about perhaps too curious for his own good. 

How badly could this end?

As it turns out, this whole scheme seems to be playing out very poorly. 

Dozens of photos of you— screenshotted from your social media accounts— fill Katsuki’s screen. He had to choose photos you uploaded yourself, because most of his photos of you were either too…suggestive or too domestic (and he wants to be the only one to see you in those moments).

He swipes through “your” profile one last time before clicking “done” to officially put you on the market. And just like that, Bakugo’s met with the faces of men who are nowhere near your level. He goes through the batch of profiles, scrutinizing each one he comes across. He’s (un)surprisingly selective with the ones he chooses to swipe right on— making sure that they’re at least somewhat conventionally attractive. To his surprise (or dread, rather), his phone pings right away with a notification from someone who swiped back. Another ping. A message. 

You free tonight? 

Bakugo scoffs. He looks through the guy’s profile— a picture of him at a party with his arms around some girls, another with him doing a victory pose presumably after hiking, and one with him holding a fish. He feels his mouth curl in disgust, about to give into the urge to reply and give this guy a piece of his mind, before he realizes he’s pretending to be you. He takes a deep breath, closes out of the app, and puts down his phone. 

He’s starting to regret this.

Bakugo’s phone has gone off 15 times in the last hour. Bakugo has also felt the need to strangle some stranger through the phone 15 times in the last hour. Your (read: his) profile has existed for less than 60 minutes, and you already have a whole address book of nobodies trying to link with you and get a quick fuck. 

He feels the familiar beginnings of a headache creeping up the back of his skull. He thinks he might need a drink. Why did he decide to do this again?

In hindsight, he probably should have known this is exactly how it was going to go down. 

What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?

Yeah.

He was never great at self-preservation in the first place. So this, the feeling of overwhelming jealousy, frustration, possessiveness brewing up a storm threatening to pour out of every single fiber of Bakugo’s being— was no surprise.

He watches as the numbers at the bottom of his screen increase steadily, before tapping on the star icon. 

‘99+ likes!’ it reads. Over 99 people who saw your profile and thought you were beautiful. Bakugo pales, and he can feel the cold sweat building on the nape of his neck. He grips his phone, knuckles turning white. Is he shaking from anger or nervousness?

Anger because all these guys think they even have the slightest chance with someone as amazing as you. Nervousness because what if you decide that they do? You wouldn’t actually leave him for one of these guys, right? Right?

None of these men would walk through hell and back for you. They don’t know how you like your coffee, the details of your skin care routine, how you like to binge watch shows and talk Katsuki’s ear off about them (not that he ever minded, of course). They don’t know you, not like he does. Katsuki looks at you like you hung the moon. In fact, he’s pretty convinced that you did. Everything good in his life— the warmth, the color, the joy,— is encompassed by you. He’d be damned if he lets some greasy little nobody take that from him. Because the moment Bakugo fell in love with you, you became a part of him— inextricably and indefinitely. Loving you has become so intrinsic to him, that even the mere thought of another person loving you or looking at you the same way he does has him going insane. Not that anyone could love you like he did, though. That thought brings him some comfort, but not for long. 

One last notification he sees sends him spiraling. Bakugo swears that he can see red. That’s when he deletes the app, and throws his poor phone in some random corner of the living room, which is markedly one of the smarter choices he’s made as of late. He marches to your bedroom with a fire burning in his chest. 

He stops short of the door and finds you sitting at the edge of your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. You’re applying lotion, and he watches the cream absorb into your skin wordlessly, in awe at how overwhelmingly beautiful you manage to look in the most prosaic of tasks. For a second, he almost forgets the reason he was upset in the first place.  

Your hair is still damp, water droplets accumulating at the tips, and Katsuki feels his mouth run dry the minute he watches a stray bead fall and make its way down your neck and stop perfectly in the dip of your collarbone. Your very existence is forever etched into his heart, every inch of you carved into his memory, but even still he can never get tired of looking at you. At every angle, in every lighting, he needs to see you in it. You could call him obsessed, but he’d simply laugh and agree, because what’s so wrong with that? Especially if it’s you. 

You’re one to be studied— to be adored, Katsuki thinks, to the greatest capacity. It’s what you deserve. And what better person for that task to fall upon than him?

He finds himself naturally gravitating towards you, his finger tracing the same exact path the water had carved just moments before, wordlessly. You try to pay no mind, but it’s difficult as you realize just how close Bakugo was and how your towel barely manages to cover up your most intimate parts. One wrong move and you’d be exposed. With how things were playing out, and the predatory glint in the blond’s eyes, you don’t think your boyfriend would be too perturbed with your current predicament. 

Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before he crouches down. Suddenly, you’re at eye level with one another, his hot breath tickling your lips. You think for a moment he’s going to kiss you so you lean forward, lips waiting. But he merely grazes them before he sucks a deep bruise into the juncture of your neck, biting slightly. 

You’re barely given any time to react before he’s grabbing the hand that’s securing your towel and ripping it away, the offending garment falling off your body. Your flesh prickles with goosebumps as its exposed to the sudden chill.  It’s quickly replaced by the heat of Bakugo’s body as he pushes you lightly, your back hitting the mattress. He crawls on top of you, muscular thighs on either side of your hips, your head placed conveniently between his forearms. He’s trapped you, a nonverbal challenge for you to try and escape. 

You’re a work of art, he thinks, but much more valuable than any pièce de résistance framed in any museum. 

Beautiful, yes, but far too blank for his liking. He wants to ruin you, make you his own personal magnum opus. And so he does. 

He presses a clothed knee against your bare cunt, pressing firmly. His lips continue their assault on your neck, leaving angry purpling bruises in their wake. Rough hands find your breast, and you moan in surprise when he gives both of them a harsh squeeze as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Katsuki kisses you like a man dying of thirst, hungry for everything you can offer him and more. It’s all too much already, the way he’s kissing you has your mind reeling, and you have to turn your head away for a moment to catch your breath. Katsuki thinks it’s a moment too long without you, so he coaxes you into locking lips with him once more. A wave of mischievousness washes over you, prompting you to take your boyfriend’s lower lip in between your teeth, biting down lightly. 

You feel his breath hitch, before he lets out a low groan as he grinds his clothed dick against your bare wetness. He returns the favor, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go with a wet pop. He pulls back with a lazy smirk, his lips pursing together to scatter messy kisses down the base of your throat and down your chest, alternating between sucking and biting at the flesh. 

He gives you a good once-over, scanning every surface, committing them to memory. You feel the need to curl into yourself with how intensely those vermillion eyes are piercing into you, memorizing every single curve, scar, freckle like he’s done time and time again. 

He drops down to his knees, broad shoulders bullying their way in between your legs, forcibly prying them open. He grips your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, and drags you down the mattress until your legs are dangling off the bed.

“Jesus, Kats, be more gentle.”

“Shhh. I know you like it when I’m not gentle,” he chuckles. As if to prove a point, he pulls you down even further, giving a harsh bite to your inner thigh. He smiles deviously when you yelp. You try to pull at his hair but his reflexes are too quick, pinning both of your wrists down on either side of you easily. “Besides, this is the perfect height for me to eat you out, dontcha think baby?” 

You want to chastise him for being so crass, so Katsuki, but the words die on the tip of your tongue the minute he gives a sweet, loving kiss to your clit, sucking lightly. 

“You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this except for me.” 

You’re not entirely sure what brought this on, but you find it hard to complain when Bakugo drags his tongue from your throbbing clit to inside your pussy, drinking everything you have to offer. 

Your hands automatically try to find purchase in his blond locks, struggling against the vice grip Katsuki has on your wrists. He decides to take pity on you, loosening his hold so you can slip your hands into his hair, moaning appreciatively when he feels you tug. He rewards you by flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, just the way you like it. He does it until your moans begin to pitch higher and higher, the same way that they do when you’re close. He doesn’t stop his ministrations even after you cum, riding out your orgasm until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation. He pulls away from you with a loud pop, taking in the sight before him. 

He runs a hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “So fucked out already and we’re barely getting started, baby.”

Your mind is barely processing his words before you feel Katsuki’s erection brush against your stomach, his clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor. He taps the head of his dick against your clit to tease you, a feeling of satisfaction swelling when you cry out from under him.  

He watches in fascination as strings of your arousal cling to him. He positions his length at your entrance, locking eyes with you as you hold your breath in anticipation. Katsuki likes you like this. Needy for him. 

 “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” He slips into you with a stuttered groan. 

Katsuki’s always been big. You never get used to the initial stretch, no matter how many times you two fuck. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sliding in with ease from the slick of your last orgasm. It easily coats his cock as he gives a few experimental thrusts. He groans in rapture. How do you manage to feel so good every time? It’s enough to drive him insane. Perhaps he already is. 

“So fucking perfect, no wonder why all those losers want you.” He mutters out the last part, and you’re not sure if you caught that right. 

“What?” He chooses not to respond, and you aren’t given the opportunity to think any further before your legs are thrown over his shoulders, Katsuki’s weight effectively pinning you in place. The stretch knocks all the wind out of your lungs, and all you can do is cling to Katsuki, nails leaving red, angry lines on his well-defined back.

He wastes no time before he starts drilling into you, hips slotting in between your legs perfectly. The position has him pressed against your clit, and your entire body feels like it’s been set ablaze, with Katsuki holding both the power to have it burn even brighter and the ability to extinguish it. And you’re almost there, you can feel your soul slowly ascending, your room filled with hymns of pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel along with your sanity. Katsuki can feel it too— the way you’re squeezing him tighter, how your gasps and moans have climbed just a note higher, how absolutely ruined you look, how he’s responsible for your current state. Which is exactly why he wants to push it even further, he wants to see how much you’ll break for him— and only him. 

Katsuki cuts you off right before you can reach your peak, pulling out but making sure just his tip is inserted. You come to and take a look at your lover and marvel at the sight. He has a crazed look in his eyes. The way he smirks is absolutely wicked. 

You feel distraught— having been so close but having it ripped away from you. You give your boyfriend a petulant pout.

“Katsuki,” you whine, slapping a hand against his sweaty chest, “Why’d you stop? I was so close!”

“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet,” he says simply. “You’ll be good for me, yeah? I’ll give my baby what she deserves, as long as she’s good.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing. That won’t do for him.

As much as he loves seeing you indulge, he feels a need to punish you— at least a little bit to even begin to atone for being the wicked temptress you are. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” Bakugo growls, gripping your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly. “I said be good, okay? Wanna take my time with you.” 

There’s a moment of respite, until you sigh in defeat, knowing better than to argue with him lest you wanted to dig your own grave. “‘Kay, ‘ki.”

He flashes you a smile. Obedient, just how he likes you. “Good girl.”

Katsuki draws his hips back, thrusting just enough to fuck his tip into you. He’s teasing. The amount of willpower on his end it takes not to cum is nauseating. 

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand finding their way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. Your hands reflexively grab his wrist. 

All you can manage is a fucked out moan. Katsuki has to resist the urge to coo, about how he’s managed to turn you into a cockdrunk mess in such a short matter of time. The wave of possessiveness that’s been gnawing at the depths of his soul begins to seep out, and he’s reminded of the reason why the two of you are in this position in the first place. 

He gives your throat another squeeze and a rough slap to your clit. “C’mon princess, answer me. Say it.” He slowly adds more and more pressure until your ears grow hot and air feels like a precious commodity. 

“I-i’m pretty,” you manage to gasp out, tears spilling from your lash line as you begin to lose yourself between the space of pleasure and pain. 

Good. Always so pliant for him.

“That’s right, baby,” he concedes. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He punctuates the last word with a deep thrust, right against that spongy spot that feels so good. You’re so sensitive that it’s enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm, walls spasming around him uncontrollably. 

Katsuki stills, staving off his own release with all the restraint he can summon. He silently thanks whatever divine forces are out there that he didn’t cum the minute he felt the first clench of your orgasm. 

He grits his teeth as he wills himself to move, trying not to get lost in the wetness that envelops him. You’re babbling now, senseless moans filling Katsuki’s ears like a sweet melody. 

“Kats, please, I’m too sensitive—” You’re shaking now, muscles trembling with every thrust. 

“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says simply, drawing his hips back with a particularly rough thrust. You choke back whatever you were going to say with a loud cry. “What’s your color, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, brain trying to comprehend the words just uttered to you. You look at Katsuki firmly, “Green.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, the drive of his hips beginning to shallow. He’s close, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. But for you, he tries. “You’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, shivering as goosebumps dance across your skin. 

“Say it,” Katsuki pleads, thrusts growing sloppy by the second. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, ‘ki.” 

With that, Katsuki’s fate is sealed. He’s left groaning as a flash of pleasure shakes his very soul, filling you up with so much cum that it dribbles onto the mattress even while he’s still inside you. You follow suit, an embarrassingly obscene rhythm of squelching noises fill the silence as you spasm around his dick. He collapses on top of you, but he’s still coherent enough to not dump all his weight on you. 

Your labored breaths fill the room as the two of you come to. Katsuki pulls out of you with a wince, still a bit sensitive. He gives you a peck on the lips before he drags himself down, settling in between your legs much like he was earlier. 

You tense up, “Kats, wait—”

Any and all protests cease the moment Bakugo works his tongue inside of you, slurping lewdly as he drags out the mixture of your cum and his, swallowing. He tries not to stimulate your puffy clit in an attempt to be merciful, but you still feel yourself steadily climbing to what would be your fourth orgasm this session. While the past three have been intense and drowning, this one comes to you in waves, dull pleasure invading your senses as Katsuki continues to eat you out to clean you up. 

He pulls away when you finish, your slick and his saliva coating his chin before he wipes it off on the back of his hand. You stare at his half-hard erection with a half concerned, half quizzical look. “Do you…” you lick your lips, “need help with that? I’m a little sensitive down there  but I could use my mout—”

“Nah, I’m good babe,” he says earnestly, flashing you a smile that he only ever shows around you. “I’ll be back.” With that, your boyfriend leaves the room only to come back with a bottle of water. 

“Drink.” You comply, finishing half the bottle graciously before handing it to him. He downs the rest before he settles next to you on the bed, laying on his side. You mirror him, shifting your body so that you’re both facing each other. 

Katsuki reaches out, finger idly tracing random shapes and lines onto the bare skin on your hip. He has a pensive look on his face, one that he usually doesn’t hold after stolen moments like this; it’s an expression he wears when he’s in deep thought. 

“Baby,” you call out. His eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha thinking about?” You watch as a hesitant look flashes across your boyfriend’s face before he shakes his head.

“S’nothin’. Just thinkin’ about us two.” He speaks lightly. It’s always been difficult for him to voice his inner thoughts and feelings, so he tends to beat around the bush. You’ve learned that if you ever want something out of him, you’d have to pry a little. Katsuki always indulges you though. 

“What about us?”

“Do you- do you think you’ll ever get tired of this?” He repeats himself, clearing his throat. The question is followed by a weaker, “...of me?”

You think it’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked, because the answer should be obvious. “I’d never get tired of you, Katsuki. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replies automatically, “but if I ever do anything that upsets you, or if I get too much for you, or if I—” he’s rambling now. Yes, it’s difficult for Katsuki to talk about his feelings, but once you manage to get him to open up, all the walls of his self-made fortress come crashing down and it’s up to you to pick up the pieces. 

“Baby,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, cupping his sharp jaw with one hand. “Look at me.” And he does— ruby eyes meeting yours. “I love you because you’re you. And I choose to be with you everyday. It’s not always gonna be perfect, no relationship is. But I know that I will always wake up and choose you.” 

You can see the anxiety melt away from Katsuki’s body, shoulders slumping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Love you too, sap,” is all he says before he’s pulling you against his chest, squeezing you into a bearhug. You two stay that way until both of you are lulled to sleep. 

You’re laying in bed with Katsuki, both of you dozing off when you hear a slight buzz from your phone on the nightstand. You squint as you try to read the notification, and make out that it’s from your friend.

Denki Kaminari: So did it work?

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, giving a quick glance over your shoulder to check on your boyfriend— fast asleep. You turn back to your phone, your thumbs making quick work at your keyboard. 

You: Just like I said it would. Thanks Denki :)

by now, Eren should have cottoned on to this 'friend'. Armin sure did; which was why he made sure to leave a fresh bottle of water in the fridge for later and made sure to leave enough hot water for her to shower, cause he knows she's going to need it.

"I'll leave the front door unlocked though - I assume Eren's going to be up still if you get back,"

It was a test you see, that 'if' making Mikasa flush harder because this is the third time this week she'd been out to see her friend and surely by now it was time to maybe stay over, maybe order food, maybe do something other than -

"Harder! Fuck - harder, please!" you're a mess beneath her, thrashing in the throes of your orgasm, tits jigging with every hard, brutal thrust of the pussy against yours. Mikasa doesn't look much different, hair sticking to her face with sweat and chest spattered with pink - and saliva from your mouth. A trail of clothes led a path from the front door, pooling in the kitchen along with a faint wet patch on the floor, ending on the futon in the living room where you slept in the winter because it was warmer. Her thighs were bulging with every hump, every grind, smacking and sticking and squelching with every upwards thrust,

"Mika!!" you squeal, eyes squeezing shut, reaching up to try and grip her tit, heavy in your palm and you pinch her nipple clumsily, too wasted on pleasure to give it a second thought. This is what - the fourth time you'd cum? squirting deliciously beneath her and causing her cunt to slip and bump quicker against yours, hips a blur, tits jumping, belly clenching, bouncing hard and bouncing too fast to even think about slowing down. God - you look so good taking her like this, so good letting her use you like some damp pussy pillow to hump like she was an 18 year old virgin again. She can't stop, why the fuck would she want to stop? you're perfect like this, limbless and not fighting even when she knows you're overstimulated and jumping with every desperate, hot grind of her cunt over yours. Mikasa is just - obsessed with you, with your pussy, your tits and the way you arch into her hungry hands, copying you and the way you pinch and prick at her sensitive dusty nipples. She does you one better, leg up over her shoulder and folded into your chest with how low she dips, pelvis' slotting together and you're given a brief rest when she attatches her mouth to your chest, slurping and sucking and moaning.

"S'too much - not - no! Mika - fucking - don't fucking stop!" you're always more agreeable when you've got something kissing your cunt, maybe hers, maybe her mouth, or her thigh in this case. Cause the position she's in allows her to shove her muscular upper thigh against the heated, sloppy length of your pussy, slipping hers over your knee and - it's downright disgusting the way the two of you grind on each other's bodies just cause you're so obsessed with cumming, hands all over each other, lips sucking and biting and grunting and squealing. Limbs sore but dancing the same dance over and over till the sheets are dark with cum and her nipples are too swollen to touch, and your clit jumps every time you blink.

maybe - maybe she will stay the night. Maybe -

"D'you - wanna - fuck - order pizza?" you're spread out on your stomach, fingers still wet from having them down her throat moments ago and she's wiping slick from her tit, constantly replaying the way you'd cum so prettily just from bumping her budded nipple against your clit,

"Mika? You there - ?" you're clicking your tongue and yawning, startling her from the lust filled stupor she was lost in and she can't help but giggle when there's an audible squelch from between your legs when you move to grab your phone,

"Yeah - pizza, sounds really good," lips press to your sore shoulder and you hum, almost like a purr at the heat of her body shuffling over yours.

tamaki was a very smart man. he was also extremely socially awkward so he'd spent most of his time doing school work and made the effort to build up his academic skills instead of his social ones. in a way you complimented him, you'd always been the social type, happy-go-lucky and quick to toss out a smile. your bright, ditzy personality had enthralled tamaki, along with your pretty features. 

It was no secret you struggled with school, hell, you'd cried many a time into tamaki's warm sweaters after a failed test or a low grade, complaining about your professors and their lectures you just couldn't stand. tamaki's spent hours rubbing your back and quietly asking you questions in a soft tone you could never get sick of. he always wanted to know the most he could, and it was nice to be listened to, and despite not sharing your problems he did his best to understand and empathize.

he wasn't exactly the best at comforting others but he did do well coming up with solutions.

tamaki, the sweetheart, had made it a regular thing to have you over at his apartment for study dates. it was still relatively new, and you'd kind of hated it at first, not wanting him to have a front row seat of you struggling to understand your schoolwork. it was embarrassing . . . but tamaki was always so patient with you. you weren't studying the same exact stuff as him due to your major, but tamaki had the brains to magically help you with most things.

sometimes, it was just nice to sit next to him while you worked, you know, for moral support.

tamaki was working at his desk as usual, leaving you to sit on his bed with your paper notes and laptop flipped open. the screen had gone dim after you spent way too long blanking on a question. you pouted, huffing quietly and casting a puppy eyed look towards your boyfriend. of course, he wasn't looking at you, too busy pouring over his work, the geek. which was a shame, since you'd gotten all dolled up before coming over in a last attempt to take his mind off school work and in turn get you out of studying. it wasn't all bad, but you'd rather do anything besides stare at printed words that blurred together way too quickly.

you had the cutest blouse on, it had a low neckline that showed off your chest, accentuating your breasts in a way you knew tamaki liked. around your neck hung an expensive pretty necklace tamaki had given you for your one year anniversary, the golden locket shiny and attention grabbing below your collarbones. a soft pink cropped sweater was draped over your shoulders, the buttons left undone to show off your outfit. you even put on the miniskirt he complimented you on that one time! it was just short enough that if you bent over he could see your ass, and it had a plaid patterning that matched one of his brown argyle sweaters he wore on top of a classic white button up. what was even better was that he was wearing it right now, unintentionally matching with you!

you even brought out the thigh highs, and yet tamaki had barely given you a once over when he opened the door for you, already wearing his reading glasses. he just smiled all small and cute before he welcomed you inside like he normally did.

you sighed loudly, looking at tamaki out of the corner of your eye. tamaki's head just barely twitched in your direction, his middle finger swiping along the mousepad of his computer.

you sighed again and collapsed back onto his many pillows, more obviously staring at his pretty side profile.

tamaki looked at you this time, thin eyebrows furrowed, "what?" He whispered. which was funny, because it wasn't like you were in the library and had to be quiet.

"i'm bored." you complained, glossy lips pouting some more.

". . . what're you working on?" he asked instead of acknowledging your complaint, pushing away from his desk in his rolling chair, spinning to face you slowly. his legs were spread and he leaned to the left to rest his elbow on the armrest, propping his chin in his hand. His narrow eyes were almost bored looking, but the little shine in them gave away his amusement he felt towards your whining.

you glanced nervously at your half assed writing. "umm."

"well . . . do you need help?" he offered plainly when you didn't give him an answer.

you squirmed, "no . . ." the single word was mumbled out unsurely, and tamaki breathed out of his nose in an almost chuckle.

"i'm sorry you're bored, but you need to get your work done, okay?" is all he said before he turned back to his desk. "you're doing great." he praised, facing his computer again.

'doing great', yeah, sure.

instead of doing as he asked, you simply gazed at the slope of his wide shoulders, his sharp elegant features softened by his knit sweater which was attractively rolled up his forearms. his dark hair was a messy nest of cow licks and untamed locks. The smaller hairs at the base of his skull curled adorably, and your fingers itched to play with the soft strands. His thin black reading glasses sat low on his nose and he pushed them up casually, eyelashes fluttering behind the prescription.

you shuffled off his blue bedding, your papers crumpling and your computer flickering off. you shed your sweater in an attempt to show more skin and got behind your boyfriend, slipping a hand to the nape of his neck. your painted fingernails creeped up his shoulder blades and itched at his scalp. tamaki shifted in his seat, making a small pleased sound.

"actually, i think we should take a break." you decided.

tamaki shook his head, "i--i have a bit more to do. i'm sure you do, too."

you ignored him and pulled his chair back far enough that you're then able to pad forward and sit on his knee. tamaki grunted, "woah, hey," quickly he helped you shift to sit comfortably on his lap, his arm looping around your waist. your skirt in this position didn't do a good job covering you up but it wasn't like you minded.

you smiled at him sweetly, knowing you were getting your way.

tamaki just rolled his eyes in return, squeezing your middle and scooting back to his desk.

tamaki held you close with one hand and used his other to type on his computer and flip through his textbook. "you're so needy." he sighed, not glancing up at you when you wrapped your arms around his neck, restricting and distracting him even more. you giggled, not denying the fact you really were needy.

you analyzed his handwriting, the letters scrawled shakily but neatly in the blue lines of the paper. you noticed he didn't dot his 'i''s sometimes. you were curious to see he was working on entomology stuff.

you pointed at a word, "what's this mean?" oh, yeah, you were going to bug him until he paid attention to you.

"hm?" he hummed, glancing at your finger. "'s just vocab." he dismissed you in a low mumble.

you pouted and pointed at another word, "what about this one?" this went on for five minutes, you repeatedly asking dumb questions to hopefully gain attention that lasted longer than a moment.

tamaki groaned and you shut up at the irritated sound. he paused for a good couple seconds and then started grabbing his papers, piling them together and then placing them in his textbook, using them as a makeshift bookmark. he shut his composition notebook and set everything aside, clearing his desk efficiently.

hope filled your stomach, you almost let out an excited squeal at your quick victory, but it died in your throat when he rolled the chair to his bed and leaned over dramatically to gather all your work. you ended up leaning with him at the shift in gravity, grabbing the chair to steady yourself.

"what're you doing . . ?"

"if you wanna ask questions, why don't you work on these ones first, huh?" tamaki fanned out your papers on his desk, giving you a pointed look.

tamaki leaned over again to scrabble for your laptop. he didn't make you get out of his lap when he strained to gather your things, it was endearing. he actually held your waist tighter, being sure to support you.

you groaned, squirming like a brat and shaking your head, "noo . . . tamaki . . . i was just kidding," you buried your face in his shoulder and screwed your eyes shut.

tamaki turned your laptop back on and pulled up the questions you'd been procrastinating to complete.

"c'mon, at least look at it." tamaki murmured in your ear, his voice noticeably lower and raspy. he placed a hand on your thigh, long, warm fingers beginning to fiddle with the patterned fabric of your miniskirt. your face grew warm at the action, and you hesitantly pulled away and did as asked despite your protesting.

you stared at the questions and your lack of answers. why couldn't there be more multiple choice stuff? at least then you could try and guess and get it done.

you shook your head, frowning.

"what is it?" he asked, and his hand squeezed your thigh again.

"i . . . i don't know what to do . . ." you admitted.

"is my girl too dumb to understand?" tamaki slid a hand up to cup the back of your neck, gently angling you to look at the daunting practice questions. your eyes widened at the shift in tone, and a burning warmth washed throughout your body and settled between your legs. your eyes went heavy at the 'my girl' paired with the degrading words, and you whimpered pathetically when tamaki pinched your nape.

"the only thing you know how to do is look pretty. guess you're too stupid to do anything else." he sighed factually, and you nodded in agreement, it was true, he was right, he was always right.

you're still forced to look at the laid out notes, your laptop screen glaring at you, but it was pointless because you could barely even process it all, heavily distracted by the way the hand that wasn't on your neck crept under your skirt to cup you through your panties. your clit pulsed against his hand steadily, your heartbeat keeping up in perfect rhythm.

"you're so gorgeous. i know you got all prettied up for me, i bet you wanted my cock as soon as you got in here." his fingers lazily rubbed at your clothed lips, your clit aching and pussy clenching around nothing, shame filling your tummy because you really had wished he'd stuffed you full forever ago.

"isn't that right?" he grumbled, pressing his middle finger against the damp spot over your hole.

"y--yes." you cried softly, face scrunching up and your lip jutting out guiltily. at the same time you felt so incredibly pleased that he had noticed how you had dressed up for him, and that he liked it.

"you're such a slut. i bet you're wearing your nice panties too," tamaki scoffed softly, "lemme see . . ." and he flipped up your skirt, humming indifferently when he found out he was right.

embarrassed, you pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, bashfully keeping your eyes down on your exposed lap.

"look at that." tamaki taunted.

tamaki went back to stroking you through your cute panties, the white lacey ones with intricate flowers and berries sewn into the delicate satin. tamaki shifted in his chair, "spread your legs for me?" he requested, giving you a hint that he'd stop if you wanted him to. as if you'd choose work over tamaki's fingers rubbing at your cunt.

you lifted your leg and placed your foot on the seat of the chair, dropping your hand on your knee to keep it up securely. you looked at him from under your lashes and tamaki nodded.

"you may be dumb but you're still a good whore, aren't you?" 

he tugged your panties to the side before you could answer, not bothering to give you any warning, instead running his fingers through the slick heat that had built between your legs. the gentle touch had you closing your eyes, a breathy sound escaping your throat. his warm fingers carefully swirled around your gooey entrance before slipping up to circle your puffy clit with the slick he'd gathered. tamaki's other hand was still firmly gripping the back of your neck, keeping you in place and giving you a physical reminder that you were just his plaything and he could hold you however he wanted.

"oh, you're so wet already. i was just trying to be a good boyfriend and help you be a better student." there was disappointment in his voice and your pussy fluttered at the way his pointer finger tapped against your clit thoughtfully.

"i know . . 'm sorry." you slurred stupidly, your hips twitching and softened voice pitching higher.

"i know you are." he abandoned your sensitive bud, instead easing a long finger into your warm pussy. he curled the digit, pulsing it inside you against that bundle of nerves that made your thighs shake. you opened so easily for him, cunt making little slick sounds with every press of his fingers, so loud in the quiet of the room.

you let out a small moan, curling your toes in your thigh highs, gripping at tamaki's sweater desperately when his palm grazed your clit. tamaki added a second finger with no problem, "i have an idea." he announced over the sound of another one of your moans and your eyes slit open curiously.

"mm . . . what?"

"i'll tell you in a bit."

you didn't complain, simply aching as you melted atop of him.

tamaki took the time to finger you until you were squelching against his knuckles and wetting your panties, your thighs sticky with the hotness of your arousal. tamaki spat on his three fingers before returning to your heat, rubbing back and forth along your clit and watching the way your face contorted in pleasure at the warm makeshift lube. tamaki eased the digits inside you and spread them, stretching you open wide before he resumed guiding them deeper. each pulse of his fingers had his forearm flexing, the veins there more prominent than they usually were.

you had dissolved into a panting whimpering mess, unaware of the drool on your chin, lazily swaying your hips to the thrust of his fingers. his were so much bigger than yours, in both circumference and length, filling you so nicely you couldn't help but revel in the pleasure knotting up in your tummy. you pushed his sleeve up his arm, greedily digging your nails into his skin.

tamaki, too smart for his own good, noticed the signs of your orgasm building and he pulled his fingers away from your creamy pussy. a thin string of slick connected him to you, and he groaned softly at the sight.

you whined, "'makii . . ." and dropped your head on his shoulder, cunt clenching and gaping around his absence.

"quit it, i spoiled you enough." tamaki's thumb rubbed at your shoulder affectionately.

"yeah, spoiled my orgasm." you hissed, wiping the drool off your lips.

he ignored you, releasing the back of your neck.

"we're gonna work some more," tamaki tugged his sweater up his abdomen and undid his belt, sliding the brown leather out of the mechanism, and next unbuttoned his pants. he didn't seem to care your slick was still coating his fingers.

"huh?" you eyed the sizable bulge in his jeans you've failed to take the time to notice.

tamaki flustered for a small moment, his cheeks pinkening. he moved to take off his glasses but you stopped him, "wait, you always take them off when we have sex," you told him.

he stared at you, his pointier-than-normal-ears going red. "i--i do?" his voice shook for the first time since you'd gotten in his lap. it was cute. it reminded you of when he had been a virgin when you first met.

you nodded, "yeah . . can they stay on . . ? they look really cute on you." you leaned in and dropped a soft kiss to his blushing cheek. you heard his breath catch in his throat. his hand trembled against the side of his face and he pushed his glasses up his nose instead of taking them off.

tamaki cleared his throat. "sure. thank you." once he composed himself he cupped your cheek with his clean hand and drew you in for a real kiss. his dark eyes slipping shut and yours following. his lips were soft, familiar with your own and you smiled against them.

the hand that wasn't on your jaw was apparently pulling out his cock, because when you separated and he told you to get up, his dick was resting against your thigh.

"strip. leave the skirt 'n socks."

obediently, eagerly, you listened and began to strip. while you did that he pushed his pants and underwear down, not bothering to kick them all the way off. you watched him angle his heavy length up so he could spit on his dick before he held a hand out in your direction to beckon you back, and this time when you sat back down, his cock made its way into your needy pussy.

you moaned when the fat head popped inside you, the first thick inches of his dick sliding in next and the rest was quick to follow. tamaki groaned from behind you, his hands settling on your waist, strong fingers easing you down. you clamped down on his aching cock, wiggling your hips and arching your back, stabilizing yourself by holding onto the armrests of the chair. you had tossed your panties aside when you were up but kept the skirt, the bottom of it brushing tamaki's spread thighs.

tamaki flipped it up over your ass to watch you sink down on his cock, letting out a soft 'fuck' under his breath.

you bounced on him for a couple blissful seconds, dropping your head forward and moaning, happy to get your pussy filled. but then a sudden violent realization came over you and your eyes flew open, your body heating up by a couple hundred degrees, and your movements abruptly stopped.

you looked over your shoulder, gaping, "tamaki!"

"what?" he asked worriedly, palming your ass, his breathing irregular.

"we forgot a condom!" you squeaked.

he blinked at you and relaxed slightly, "do you want one?"

you were shocked at his question, tamaki was always on you about having a condom, he was a worry wart. even if you always had protection he sometimes worried you'd somehow get pregnant.

your pussy fluttered around his cock, your brain fuzzy with pleasure at the fact you could feel every detail of it, every vein and curve that made his dick so addicting. he was so warm and big, it felt so good like this. you grinded subtly into his lap, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought about the question. you were on birth control.

shyly, you shook your head. "no . . ."

"that's what i thought. dumb sluts don't get condoms, do they?"

you shook your head again, your tummy flipping.

tamaki slapped your ass, not too hard, but enough that it surprised you and stung a little. "tell me."

"dumb sluts don't get condoms." you whimpered.

"good-- fuck, good girl." he whispered and guided you to sit on him fully, his cock filling you up so well. your gummy walls contracted around him, massaging his thick shaft uncontrollably and pulling a weak moan from your boyfriend. you couldn't help it, his voice did things to you and the sweet words he so rarely laid on you just made you squirm.

"there's my pretty girl . . ." tamaki continued, gripping your waist and planting his feet on the floor. he popped his hips up a couple times, groaning at the way his fat cock bullied its way inside you with the sharp thrusts. you arched, gripping the desk in front of you, your mouth gaping lewdly while manicured fingers pushed away your notes, your laptop going dark.

however, the sound of the papers shuffling made tamaki pause, "hey, what're you pushing those aside for?" he swallowed, "i said we were gonna work." he leaned forward, nuzzling your shoulder.

"didn't i?" he asked in a tone that definitely told you he was already aware of the answer.

"yeah," you replied guiltily, gulping, "i was just . . . you feel so good, baby." you tried to lay it sweet on him.

a breathy sound left tamaki, "thank you, angel. you feel good too." you fluttered around him at the petname and his hips shifted in turn.

"but," your pussy pulsed again as you continued, you were oh so desperate for tamaki to resume his pounding, he'd just gotten started! "i didn't know you meant right now . . . 'cause you were fuckin' me." you explained.

"well, i'm not anymore."

you slumped into him while whining, the action grinding him deeper into you and tamaki grunted softly. "tamakiii, you can't possibly be serious about just-- making me sit here and work while your dick is inside me, you're sucha fuckin' nerd-- mm!" tamaki swiftly reached around you and squished your cheeks, forcing you to stop talking. you almost laughed at the bold move but his voice in your ear had the sound dying in your throat.

"watch your mouth." he warned you.

his thighs flexed beneath you as he used his other hand to take yours, guiding your fingers to a pencil. "this 'nerd' is gonna help you pass your classes you're too horny to f--focus on." he patted your cheek and released you once he felt the warmth of a flush radiating from your face. the jerk probably hoped you were humiliated. which you were and it ended up being the final push that made you give in.

you adjusted your hold on the pencil, it was a mechanical one because tamaki only bought those kind for whatever reason. you couldn't stop the way your lips pouted though, shifting on tamaki's dick and suppressing a whimper when you heard the sound of your pussy creaming on his cock from under the cover of your skirt.

"quit squirming and focus." tamaki scolded, pressing up against your back to tap his finger at your computer, bringing your work back onto screen. you saw his fist tremble, just slightly.

"okay, okay . . ." he was right, you did need to work. also, you couldn't help but listen during the rare instances he got demanding.

so, you did as asked and worked for a solid thirty-five minutes. no breaks, to your dismay. but oddly enough, even after tamaki had relaxed and gone softer inside you, you found comfort in his presence. it was nice to just be so deeply connected with him while you worked your brain, as embarrassing as it was, it kinda grounded you. maybe studying wasn't as bad as you thought?

you definitely liked the way tamaki gently massaged your lower back as you filled question boxes and multiple choice bubbles, his thumbs firmly rubbing at the stressed muscles while his fingers framed your hips. you liked all the attention he was showering you with, he had nothing to do besides look over your shoulder and gently reword questions you needed help with and try and ignore how your slick was dripping down his balls.

your head was hazey with comfort, growing accustomed to the rinse and repeat of answering questions and relishing the praise tamaki lavished you with, his hands rubbing up and down your waist after each successful answer. you of course fiddled with his pencil and leaned into the loving touches and murmurs, grinning, so bashfully proud of yourself.

"you're doing so good, look how much you completed," tamaki said, low in your ear, "you just needed some cock to get your pretty head working."

just like that your clit was pulsing once more and you were ready to get fucked over that desk already. you still haven't gotten to cum yet and if that didn't change soon there would be some words between you and tamaki.

"mhmm," you keened, reaching your arms back to wrap them around his neck, arching your body against his chest needily.

tamaki didn't tell you to go back to work, and he didn't push your hands away, he didn't do anything besides whimper and grind his hips up into your wet cunt, his glasses pressing into your skin. you moaned as his cock began to get hard again and fill back out, swelling inside you and throbbing weakly. it was when a sweet little greedy sound escaped him you realized he hasn't cum either, he's been torturing himself just as much as he has been you.

you were just so used to him making you cum you didn't notice how often it really was, but you sure did now that that pleasure was taken away.

now that you thought about it, you just haven't had the time for a good fuck with your school schedules lately, maybe the lack of dicking really was getting to you. gingerly you circled your hips, rolling your body against his and shivering when he panted in your ear, his hands solid on your waist and guiding you in your grinding.

"babe, you're gonna fuck me now, right?" you asked, digging your fingers in his long, wild dark hair.

tamaki sucked in a breath through grit teeth, "'course i am. you did so good, angel . . ." tamaki exhaled. "'m not gonna let the opportunity of a reward pass by."

"yayy . . ." you stupidly cheered, giggling when tamaki's hands wandered up to your breasts, squeezing them as he kissed your skin, his soft lips tickling your neck.

a gasp escaped your throat when tamaki carelessly pushed all your work aside, the white papers wrinkling and your pencil scattering off the desk. tamaki's thighs framed your own and you were sent forward by a powerful pump of your boyfriend's hips. you let out a girlish squeal as he rammed into you.

"over the desk," tamaki briefly directed you, and your hands balanced your rocking body on the wooden tabletop. you laid your body on the cool surface, curling your fingers into fists and raising your hips for easy access, your butterfly filled tummy resting in the place tamaki had been responsibly studying at less than an hour ago. tamaki got to his feet behind you and pressed his hand at the arch of your back, deepening the curve.

tamaki grinded into your soaked cunt while you got comfortable, his hands pushing your skirt back up your waist, warm hands rubbing over the exposed skin, spreading your cheeks to, you assume, watch his dick get clutched by your needy pussy.

"so pretty." tamaki muttered to himself, and pulled his hips back, emptying you for the first time in what felt like forever. you immediately whimpered, shifting your feet and looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend.

tamaki met your eyes and then leant over your arched back, angling his head to give you a kiss that you were quick to melt into. as soon as his tongue slipped inside your mouth his cock worked you open again, swiftly stuffing you full of him. his thrusts were deep and slow, punishing as he dragged your hips to meet his, dutifully pulling you onto his cock as he licked into your moaning mouth. everytime his balls slapped against your stiff clit you moaned louder and tried to spread your legs wider, limply laying there as you got your pussy split open.

your excess slick stringed you to his heavy balls and there was a thick ring of it circling his shaft after being seated inside your gushing walls for so long. "god, you're soaked. you're openin' so easy for me," he whispered hotly against your lips, his long overgrown bangs tickling your cheek. his eyes were half lidded and so handsomely dark, his glasses slipping down his nose. you were only capable of softly sobbing his name as he thrusted into you at his lazy pace.

"please, faster, please, 'maki . . ." you rocked back against him, crossing your arms and resting your head, burying your hot face in the crook of your elbow.

"faster? this not enough? 't least you're smart enough to know what you want." tamaki said into your ear and gave your hips a small squeeze, which was the last soft touch you got from him.

tamaki took a second to slide his glasses up the bridge of his nose and then push his hair out of his face.

tamaki drilled into you, his pace quickening and his dick hitting you deeper than before as he shifted his weight and got that angle that made you curl your toes and throw your ass back against the sharpness of his hips. you couldn't stop the whimpering cries of his name, body overheated and your thighs shaking as you finally got the fucking you were waiting for. 

tamaki's bare cock filling your pussy was the best thing you've ever felt, you couldn't stop fluttering around him in utter arousal, you could feel every detail of his thick length, and you were so excited at the fact you were going to be taking his cum. you wanted it so bad, you'd never had it before in such a dirty place and now that you had the chance to get it warm in your belly . . .

"cum 'nside me, 'nside, please! ple--" you begged stupidly.

"that's new." tamaki interrupted softly, his pace never faltering, body rolling against yours, skin clapping together. his cock twitched when he pulled out, the thick head jolting briefly when it rested against your vulva.

"'re more of a-- aahh . ." tamaki yanked your body back to meet his dick, working you like a cocksleeve, moaning when you reached behind to grab at him desperately. "more of a stupid slut than i thought you were," tamaki took your hand and placed it on the desk.

"hands down. keep yourself up for me. don't want you to lose your balance."

tamaki slammed into you, his body carrying more weight than before, sandwiching you between him and his desk. your hot cheek pressed against the cool wood, your breath a mix of heavy panting moans and pleas as he guided his dick in and out, over and over, slick dripping on down your thigh highs.

"unless you wanna end up like this. you want me to breed you like this, like a whore, huh?" he asked in that same soft, breathless tone. his fingers dug into your plush waist, grabbing until he got between your legs. he rubbed and circled his fingers on your tender bud and you shook, pleasure sharp and burning throughout your body, it was so much, it was so much! you were still processing what he had said and you shivered violently again, the word 'breed' coming from your sweet boyfriend had your stomach erupting with flutters.

you're quickly obsessed with the idea.

"yes! yes! please, fuck, yes," you encouraged him, drooling and clawing at the dark wood as you lost yourself on him.

"such a slutty little girl. want me to breed you like a fuckin' bitch."

the ledge of the desk banged into the wall, the pinned butterflies in shadow boxes rattling in rythym with your fucking. how long had they been doing that? you didn't linger on the question as it was sent to the corners of your mind when tamaki groaned, your brain fogging back over. you weren't thinking anymore, dumb on cock, going limp with a curve in your spine that tamaki had forced you into earlier, content with your boyfriend using you.

you could barely babble anymore, lips moving but your sounds growing scarce as you continued to beg. tamaki was louder in your ear, his face considerably closer to yours now, his breathing labored and hot on your goosebumps.

"breed me, cum inside my pussy--" your voice was a harsh whimper, and tamaki groaned as he hit that spongy spot inside you and your body responded by clamping down on him tightly. 

"don't worry. 'm gonna cum inside."

"fuck! shit, tuh--tamaki! 'm gonna, i'm--!" your eyes shut and your forehead wrinkled, mouth gaping around your mounting cries.

"yeah, i know, i know," tamaki humped your cunt, "squeeze me like that, squeeze me, c'mon . . ." tamaki's face was quickly buried in your shoulder as you came, your slick thick and frothing around his base, his swollen balls pressed to your tight pussy as his fingers rubbed over your clit, still guiding you through your orgasm despite being so close himself.

the angles of his reading glasses poked into you as tamaki muffled his shaky whine, the metal frames on his red face were warm. 

tamaki's dick twitched hard and he came, pelvis drawing little circles against your ass as he spilled his cum deep inside you for the first time. it felt hot, molten in your belly, he really was breeding you and you felt dizzy with glee. it was so overwhelming, there was just so much! you moaned brokenly, pushing your hips back and trying to take him deeper, wanting to take more of him, everything he had to offer. your sopping cunt milked him of all he had, and tamaki wound a firm arm around you to keep you on his cock.

". . . god, you're . . ." tamaki trailed off panting, "you're greedy."

your heart beat was racing in your clit and you nodded in a lazy manner, "uh-huh," you slurred softly, head resting on the desk. tamaki's thighs trembled against the back of yours, his stupid, nerdy argyle sweater sticking to your back.

tamaki slowly eased himself up, his hands gentle and hot on your skin, his palms smoothing over your waist, stopping at where your skirt was plastered to your lower back. his cock left you next, and once the softening girth slipped out of your cunt you both shared a gasp as his cum began to leak out of your used hole.

"nerds give the best dick." you laughed weakly, curling your arms in front of you and using them as a pillow.

tamaki choked out a bashful laugh, like he couldn't believe you. you both took some time to breathe, relaxing against each other, basking in the afterglow.

he stroked your back, "i'll walk you to the bathroom, you should pee." he reminded you dutifully, ignoring your earlier comment. his hands were a little shaky from adrenaline but he gently guided you to a standing position despite this. you trembled pitifully, your thighs shaking and your feet digging into the carpet for balance.

you pouted, "can't we rest just for a sec? we just finished," you whined, fiddling with your skirt and helping it fall back into place.

you finally turned to face him and a laugh bursted from your mouth, "oh, babe! your glasses!" the laugh forced out a glob of cum and it just made you giggle more.

tamaki pulled them off his rosy face out of embarrassment, his nerdy image was completely ruffled from fucking, to his hair to his sweater, and his once nicely ironed pants. said pants were quickly getting tugged up his hips, and he loosely held the left leg of his glasses with a hooked pinky, his lenses still fogged up to your amusement. he wiped off the condensation with his sleeve before you could gawk at it any longer.

"could you see at all for that whole time . . ?" you asked, resisting the urge to sit on his bed with your pussy dripping.

"well, i could for the majority of it," he informed you shyly, his bangs still pushed off his forehead from earlier, giving you a stunning view of his exposed face. "it's just-- you told me to wear them . . ."

"oh, you dummy!" you took his hand, "you're the cutest. y'know i wouldn't have minded if i knew you couldn't see, hun." you leaned in and kissed his warm cheek softly. tamaki wound his arms around your neck, holding you close with a little acknowledging hum.

"i'm still walking you to the bathroom. we can cuddle afterwards." he mumbled into your embrace.

"okay, okay!" you chuckled, your smile wide across your lips as you surrendered.

"mhm. smart girl." you light heartedly pushed him at the subtle jab, a huff of air escaping his lungs at the impact. but it didn't take long for you to cling to him once more, too needy to really play with him right then. plus his amused little giggle was way too cute to allow yourself to be separated from him for long.

he took the first steps in the direction to the restroom. "i love you." you told him earnestly, enjoying his hand on your bare lower back and the way he was caressing the soft skin with his thumb.

tamaki's shoulders jumped a little, and you watched a sweet smile round out his cheeks, dimples lovingly carved into the centers. "i love you, too."

Rindou hates long lines. He hates the thought of waiting without the certainty he’ll get what he came for caused by the sudden influx of demands. But what he hates more than lines and mingling with the overbearing crowd was the cause of it: Valentine’s day. The sudden sale of chocolates that were almost out, fully booked hotels and restaurants, overpriced flowers, all the pinks and reds—what was there to like? Perhaps if he were the ignorant teenager—before he met you—he used to be back in the day, he’d be back home watching another rerun of a cheesy rom-com movie he knew the ending to on television or hitting the streets with Ran to find a poor sucker to mess with to reach that high he knew all too well. What’s more, he regrets not taking up Koko’s offer of reserving flowers beforehand, letting his ego think for him, underestimating the load of work Bonten placed over his shoulders days before the dreaded hearts day.

Yes, Rindou hates Valentine’s day.

But he loves to see you smile more than anything. The feeling of pride swelling up his chest whenever you shower him with kisses and words of gratitude for the little surprises he’d give was intoxicating. And Rindou would damn well line up a thousand times for those flowers you loved than nothing at all. Even if the man in front of him was talking his ear off about the type of bouquet he should get for a girl that was clearly not interested in him.

Rindou thinks he deserves a pat on the back for putting up with this slow torture. He would’ve blown his cover and began shouting he was from Bonten to have the line disperse. However, he wouldn’t risk you crying and spending Valentine's behind bars. Rindou would kick himself where the sun doesn’t shine if you were to shed another tear because of him.

“I’m home,” he announced in a low voice, quickly removing his shoes and hiding the bouquet of your favorite flowers behind his back. Everything was worth it—you were worth it—in the end, he thought, as you greeted him with a sweet grin and a peck to his cheek. The exhaustion creeping up his legs and back disappeared almost instantly at the affection. Parchment rustling captured your attention, trying to peek at what your boyfriend got you. Rindou chuckled, rolling his eyes as he presented his gift. “Happy, uh, Valentine's day. I got you somethin’, hope these are—”

“Rin, you didn’t have to! They are so pretty!” you gushed, accepting the flowers at the sight of them. Nose pressed against one, you inhaled the refreshing scent before giggling at his attempt of appearing nonchalant. “Liar. You said you wouldn’t get me flowers this year.”

“Surprise?”

“I love it! Thank you, Rin.”

Pressing a chaste kiss on his mouth, you then lead him to the dining room, hand in hand. The sugary scent of something in the oven lingering in the apartment’s halls, evidence of icing in the apron you wore had your boyfriend smiling. Despite disliking what the annual tradition put him through, Rindou looked forward to tasting the cake you baked every year. The little pretty thing with all its strawberries and cream adorning the dining table along with the bottle of Rosé champagne and sliced cheese and fruits.

“Let me go and put these in a vase, okay?”

Rindou nodded, watching you rush to the kitchen with the flowers. Violet hues not missing the dress’ skirt swaying under the white apron, mind wondering what you were wearing underneath. Reaching to take a heart candy inside a glass bowl, Rindou squinted at the short message on the sweet.

Lover boy.

Tacky, he snickered before popping it into his mouth while waiting. The moment you came back, the flowers now in a beautiful vase, his eyes went straight to your outfit that was now in full display. And god, were you trying to kill him?

Hand itching to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you into his lap, Rindou’s ears didn’t hear you ramble, asking how his day went or his work. Your cleavage in full display stole the show. The sweetheart pastel pink dress hugged every curve you wore, teasing him to just rip it off and ravish you right there on the table. It felt like it has been years since he last touched you, throat dry and mind forgetting about last night. He was like a man parched by your softness and saccharine taste. Fuck, he wanted you, right then and there. Wanting to prove your pussy and lips were sweeter and tastier than any dessert he’ll ever have in his whole life—one he would never get tired of having.

Fuck, was it candy he ate or an aphrodisiac?

“Rin, are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine. The cake… shouldn’t we slice it up?”

Rindou knew he should control his urges. He didn’t want to overlook your work, knowing you’ve been busy all day just to prepare everything that is on this table. But god, it did prove to be a challenge. Amethyst irises darting from your face to your chest, your perfume tantalizing him to reach across the furniture and kiss you hard. Wishing to drink the Rosé champagne from your mouth or soak your skin with the liquor and drown in it until all he could taste was you. Even when you suggested feeding him the cake you baked, Rindou’s head was spiraling at the perverted images plaguing his mind, wishing he’d choke on the fork to calm down his erection.

Fuck, he wished you didn’t remove the apron until you both were finished eating. That way he’ll be able to give you his comment about the cake without getting distracted by your breasts pressed on his arm whenever you clung to him. The pants he wore was tight, half-hard cock twitching in its confinement leaking pre-cum. His discomfort was clear on his face that you weren’t able to ignore anymore, pausing on your chewing. Yet, just before you could ask Rindou what was wrong, clumsy fingers made your utensil coated with icing fly and land on your outfit. Hurriedly, you excused yourself and got up to wash it off by the kitchen sink.

While you muttered under your breath how it must’ve ruined the mood, Rindou dubbed it as a blessing.

Scooping up a handful of icing from his own slice of cake, Rindou found himself slowly approaching you from behind. The universe was finally giving him a chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. One second, you were turning the faucet off and turning to your boyfriend, brow raised. The next, the top of your breasts were now sticky with cream, Rindou smearing the icing without hesitation as he pressed you against the counter.

“R-Rin, wait—”

“Shh, you must be tired, bunny. Doing everything… Let me take care of you, yeah?”

Index finger on your lips, Rindou’s free hand pulled your dress down by the neckline, ignoring your shaky protest. Purple hues darkened in lust at your pink lace bra that was now on display. The groan he emitted was downright lewd, making your lower lips pool with heat and anticipation. Yes, you were definitely out to kill him. Smirking, he leaned down to wipe off the icing on your supple flesh with his tongue. Whimpering at the touch of the warm muscle, your grip on the counter tightened. Flustered cheeks pressed against his lilac strands, eyes half-lidded at the soft moans he let slip past. Rindou was close to burying his face in your tits, the sound of sucking and slurping filled the kitchen.

“My pretty bunny, did this all for me? Baking me a cake, wearing a sexy dress—all dolled up for me. So cute. What did I do to deserve you?” Rindou’s voice is slightly incoherent, tongue never leaving your breasts, now swirling around one of your perked nipples. Whining at the chance of him tearing the bra off and ruining it, your boyfriend then captured your lips, cooing, “Don’t worry, if it tears I’ll buy you the same set, alright? Maybe even add three more in different shades.”

“Rindou…”

“Just let me take care of my bunny,” he whispered, going back to your breasts that were now cleaned by his tongue. Palm cupping them, squeezing to hear your melodic moans. However, his fingers weren't, bringing them up and pushing them into your mouth. Rindou didn’t have to command you, his gaze was already enough for you to move. Lips circling the digits, you sucked off the leftover icing, thighs rubbing together to create some friction. The matching lace panties are now soaked with your arousal. Rindou’s impatience bled through when he met your mouth again, tasting the cream off of yours. His fingers soaked with your saliva reaching down to your clothed cunt, rubbing your clit through the lace. “Let me hear my cute bunny—fuck, let me hear you.”

Fingernails digging into his broad back, your back arched when his teeth sunk into your neck, peppering marks on the sensitive skin while his fingers pushed the thin material of your panties to the side. Rindou hummed at your tight pussy hugging his digits soaked with your juices, splitting the searing walls apart. Thumb rubbing on your puffy clit, drawing circular figures on the bundle of nerves.

“Rin, right there—shit.” Tears pricked your eyes, vision glossy. Clinging to his equally feverish body due to the ecstacy racing in each other’s veins, his hot breath panting on the shell of your ear had you whining. Rindou was on the same boat, cheeks dusting with pink at the euphoric mewls you sent to his ears. “M-more, Rin! Want you inside me—fuck, I need your cock. Please, please!”

And really, Rindou wasn’t gonna say no to your request.

Palm against your stomach, he prompted you to stay still as he bent down, head under the skirt of your dress. Breath stuck on your throat, you were sure you would’ve climaxed the moment his teeth were pulling your lace panty down. A thin line of slick connecting your underwear on your boyfriend’s teeth and your aching pussy was too much to bear. Whining for him to hurry up, Rindou quickly pocketed the item and unbuckled his belt. His pants didn’t even reach the ground when he slipped into your folds, the pink mushroom tip of his thick cock splitting your walls deliciously. The hem of your dress bunched around your hips as he held you there against the kitchen counter, thrusting up into your welcoming cunt.

“Fuck, so tight. Bunny’s pussy is so good to me, all for me,” Rindou groaned, burying his head into the crook of your neck as his cock pistoned in and out of your cunt’s death-like grip, eliciting a hiss from him. “Don’t, pretty bunny. G-gonna cum fast like this. Have to make you—fuck—cum first.”

Fucking you in the kitchen wasn’t part of the ‘romantic’ plan he had in mind on the way here, but how could he stop when you were taking his cock so deliriously good? Clenching around him like there was no tomorrow, a moaning mess on the pristine kitchen counter where your hands were achingly hanging onto as Rindou pounded into your squelching pussy. The mewls and high-pitched moans egged him on, thumb going back to your clit and ruthlessly rubbing it.

“Rin, I’m gonna cum—shit, I’m c-cumming! Ah—!”

Chest heaving, a blinding white light obstructed your view momentarily of Rindou’s focused expression. Chasing his own high, you felt tears stream down your cheeks at the overstimulation, listening to your boyfriend grunting with brows pinched together, until his cock spurted out thick milk, filling you up. Hoping to get your heart rate back to its normal beat, Rindou suddenly scooped you up, never pulling out while carrying you to the bedroom, far from finished. He did promise to take care of his pretty bunny, after all.

An agreement that led you to doing no more than feeling satisfied at every moment. It was bliss to live in comfort, no problem in your life that couldn’t be resolved. Atsumu made enough money and has a decent flexible schedule to keep you company, while Osamu did what he loved and always made sure to bring you scrumptious foods or making some fresh. Together, they never left you unsatisfied for too long.

With a bit of champagne in your system, you were still mobile and conscious, your lips just a bit looser than they would have been. But this was perfect for Osamu. While his mouth was occupied, your mouth was free to let everyone know just how good you big brother was at giving you pleasure. Even if he didn’t continue his volleyball career, he still had enough strength to hold you up, indulging in his favorite past time with you.

His tongue would flatten itself against your clit, only to then flick the little bud and wrap his lips around it, sucking harshly to have your hips jerking. He’d keep his arms securely around your legs, so you couldn’t leave him and you’d struggle less. Hands rubbed against your sides, fingers ghosting over your stomach as lidded eyes glanced at you. With your head thrown back, he could only see your breasts, hidden by your silk nightgown, and your arms. Hands were tangled in his hair, grasping onto it so tightly he’d probably find loosened strands when he was done.

Osamu couldn’t see you, but he could hear you. It’s all he really needed, honestly. The way you had sudden gasps when he’d swipe his tongue over the sensitive area, slipping into your cunt when you’re least expecting it. A long sigh of pleasure as he sucked on your clit, then a yelp when he’d give it a quick nip. Mewls as he moaned into you, hands tightening as he sucked harder on your clit. It was all so intense, he didn’t even realize you were so close to finishing until he felt the dampness on his face, his eyes widening at the syrupy liquid. He continued to suck and lick, however, cleaning up any excess.

It was Atsumu who ruined the moment. Osamu would happily die if it meant you’d never leave his face. “Hey, your time’s up, ‘Samu!” Osamu only groaned in response, his hold loosening as you slid off. Licking his lips in satisfaction, Osamu nodded at his brother.

“Did you get our princess her present?”

“Of course I did! What, you think I’d forget about such a thing? Just ‘cause I’m materialistic doesn’t mean I’d forget,” Atsumu huffs, holding up a pink bag with a ribbon. He ends up opening it for you, laying out the items on the bed beside you. It’s the garter from your wedding day, kept in pristine condition, and a white collar with a silver bell, the chime so sweet and gentle as he lays it next to the strip of fabric. The untainted white colors clash with the truth of how tainted you truly are, letting your brothers have their way with you for so long and now them giving you wedding gifts after an agreement from a year ago.

A long strip of silk fabric is pulled out next, long enough that you’re able to definitely tell what it’s for. Atsumu gives you a look, one that immediately you obey. Settling in your back and putting your hands above your head, he smirks as you present yourself to him. After all, this is his big day just as it is yours and Osamu’s. “‘Samu, why don’t you get our baby girl some wine? I’m sure she’s absolutely parched after you drained her,”

“Wouldn’t water be better?” He huffs. “I’d have to get the wine from the cellar,”

“Oh come on, it’s her big day. She deserves some wine. Don’t you think so, darling?” Atsumu directs the last bit towards you, where you nod, sending Osamu off.

With him gone, Atsumu is more than happy to tie you up as vulnerable as you are. The bindings don’t rub against your skin harshly or even dig into the skin, keeping your skin unblemished. He secures the collar properly, tapping the bell with his finger as he smirks down at you, eyes lidded while they trail from the bell down your body. Your nightgown stayed on, but he didn’t need to take it off. It was loose enough to pull down the neckline and your cunt was dripping and bare for him underneath the material, so he didn’t worry about it. Taking the garter in his hands, he slowly begins to slide it onto your leg. He’ll take you as he did a year ago, with the garter on and your body almost completely hidden from him, yet he knows it better than Osamu does. He’s had practice to learn every spot that drives you wild, every single expanse of skin he can mark and you can’t hide, every noise you can make and how to make it happen. He knows it all and he doesn’t want Osamu to know his tricks.

Garter securely on, he can tell you’re anticipating something. But, he won’t do too much. A press of his fingers to your clit already has you squirming, overly sensitive from Osamu’s tongue. That won’t bother him, though; he’ll just stick with his fingers. Pressing two fingers to your clit, he slides them down until he’s right outside your entrance. Licking his lips at how desperate you look, he pushes them inside of you to hear a sweet mewl, your body jerking as the bell jingles. He’ll go slow and steady, rubbing your walls and making sure your thoughts are full of nothing but him.

While one hand is inside you, his other hand runs under your nightgown, pushing it up as he rubs his hand over your stomach. The heat in the room has your brain going fuzzy, but you can’t tell if it’s because of the room, the alcohol, or the sensitivity you’re suffering under. Only when Atsumu’s warm hand runs over your stomach do you look down at him, blinking away the tears. “You’ll be full of us, won’t you? You’ll give me and ‘Samu some babies, won’t you?” He moves his hand a bit faster, picking up the pace as the squelches get louder and you curl into the bedsheets even more. “You’d be such a good mommy, y’know?” He tells you, but you’ve stopped listening. With eyes clenched shut and your teeth gritting against each other, you’re creaming in his fingers as heavy pants leave your mouth. “Now, now, you know I like hearing you cry like a little lamb, princess. Let’s try that again, shall we?”

This time, he lines himself up properly with you. There’s no reason to be so gentle, him sliding in easily from all the fluid around your opening. “Fuck, seems like you’ve been doing nothing but screwing Osamu while I’ve been away, huh?” He grunts, putting one leg over his shoulder as he leans down to look at you. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who’s the better big brother,”

Atsumu holds nothing back, hips meeting yours as you find your eyes rolling and another orgasm quickly coming on. He’s relentless, forcing you to ride it with no breaks, even as your legs twitch and your breath hitches with each brush of his cock against your sweet spot. Sweet calls of his name fall from your lips, mingled with gibberish he couldn’t understand but he didn’t need to. All he needed was to hear you tell him he was the best. Grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to face him, he asked precisely that.

“You- nii-chan has the best cock! Much better than ‘Samu-nii!” You cry out, feeling another world rocking orgasm as he lifts your other leg, keeping you spread open nicely for him with your head is thrown back and your neck muscles tense.

“I’m gonna give you a baby, princess. We’ll be so happy, together,” Atsumu moans, hips stuttering until he’s shooting thick ropes of cum inside you, making your legs twitch and fluids spray against his abdomen, a gurgled moan from you. He continues to rut against you, making sure you take every drop he gives you.

By the time Osamu comes back, you’ll be blissfully asleep and satisfyingly full.