#cw.spit

Putting your phone down on your night stand, you decided to take a shower and get ready for bed. Eren must have either fallen asleep or was too deep into one of his video games to respond back. As you started up the shower, you thought you heard a noise outside the bathroom. Ignoring it, thinking it was just the wind or something, you got into the shower.

As you bathed, you failed to notice the shadow approaching the curtain of your tub. You let out a gasp when the shower curtain was suddenly pushed open, revealing your very naked boyfriend. “Eren, what are you-” your words were cut off as he climbed into the shower with you, his hands wrapped delicately around your throat.

Eren leaned in close to your face, pressing a slow, hungry kiss to your lips. “I warned you that if you kept sending that emoji that I would breed you.” He whispered against your lips as his free hand trailed down your wet back to rest on the curve of your ass. “Twice. With no pulling out in between. You ready to suffer the consequences of your actions?”

You tried to speak, but Eren already had you pinned against the shower wall, his tongue down your throat and two fingers already deep inside, thrusting at a fast pace. Your moans were like a symphony to his ears as he fucked your mouth with his tongue at the as time as his fingers. Eren pulled away slowly, a thin string of saliva connecting you before the water washed it away.

“Let’s see if this needy little hole can handle me?” Eren whispered against your ear as he picked you up, pressing you tighter against the wall. The thick tip of his cock teased at your entrance before he slowly slid inside, groaning out in your ear. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Eren!” You whined out as your legs hung uselessly in the crook of his elbows as he started a fast, steady pace. Your boyfriend easily found that spot that had you shaking and clawing at his back. His thick cockhead repeatedly pressed against the gummy spot within you.

He leaned his forehead against yours, kissing your lips every now and then. “Gonna cum f’me, pretty?” He grunted when you clenched around him, a light ring of cream forming around the base of his dick. Eren moved his hand down to press on the slight bulge in your belly, making you squeal out. “That’s where I am, baby?”

You couldn’t think as he continued to pound into the sweet spot within you, every drag of his cock felt better than the last. Your voice came out in pitiful sounding whimpers as Eren hit that sweet spot repeatedly until you were shaking with your first orgasm, cumming hard on his cock. You pressed your head against his shoulder as he kept fucking you through your high, whimpering softly as you held onto him.

Eren groaned when you clenched down on his tightly as he fucked your little hole. “Fuck, baby, that’s right. Ima breed this tight hole of yours so fucking good.” His abs began to tense up as his balls tightened. His hot seed spilled into you and painted your insides white. He felt you try to go limp in his arms, but he wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you out of the bathroom and laid you on your bed. And Eren did all of this without pulling out.

“What are you?” You asked, your  body spent from his rough treatment in the shower. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when your boyfriend pushed your legs up and pressed your knees to your chest, practically folding you in half.

He leaned down, trapping your legs between your bodies. “I told you twice. With no pulling out.” With those words he resumed pounding into your tight sex, your combined slick making it easier for him to slide in and out. “Now, sing those pretty moans for me.” His hands rested on either side of your head.

You did what was asked of you, moaning and crying out in his ear as he held you down in a breeding press. Your tired and abused walls fluttered weakly around his thick length as he built up your next orgasm. Your wrapped your arms around his neck, threading  your fingers through  his long brown hair. You whined as your second orgasm began  quickly approaching, and a string of high pitched curses left you as you shook your head side to side as you came again.

Eren chuckled as he felt you come undone on  his cock. Only he could make you feel like this. So drunk on his dick. “Pretty baby came on Daddy’s cock again? You got another in there for me?” Leaning down to muffle your negative cries with his lips, he pulled away and hooked his thumb around your chin, pulling our lips apart. Puckering his own lips together, he let a dollop of saliva to pool before he spit into your mouth. “Be a good brat and swallow that for me while I breed you again.”

You could only lay there, swallow Eren’s spit, and take each of his harsh thrusts as he easily built up another high within you. Tears of pleasure streamed down your cheeks as you pleaded with your boyfriend. It was too much. You were sorry. You would calm down on sending the emoji. But it all fell on deaf ears as Eren sped up the pace of his thrust. Lewd noises coming from your conjoined  bodies as skin slapped against skin.

“C’mon, baby, gotta cum for me so I can fill this needy hole up.” Eren coo’d as his hips slammed into yours, sweat making the loose strands of his hair stick to his forehead. He took your lips with his, sliding his tongue inside while his hands curled into the sheets next to your head as he felt his own high approaching. “Fuck, pretty. Cum on this cock, yeah?”

Your body began to tremble and shake as your third orgasm rocked through your body, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your nails digging into his scalp as you pulled at the soft brown strands. A shout of Eren’s name fell from your lips.

Eren let out a grunt as he felt you cumming around his length. He wasn’t too far behind as his own high was reached and his hot cum filled your body for the second time. He panted as he fucked his cum deeper into your body to make sure not a drop is wasted. “I fucking warned you...” he whispered as he pressed gentle kisses to your soft lips.

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you hear the familiar tmp, tmp of heavy boots coming down the corridor and clinking of keys before he's at your door, peering through the bars at you with that signature sinister eye. once the door opens he puts his keys back on the loop on his sash, dark cloak hiding them once again, just barely out of reach.

"how's my favorite prisoner doing?" he asks. he's not looking at your face, instead, his eyes are laying heavy against your chest, suddenly reminding you of how bare you are, remembering his denial of any clothing on your person with a quick "criminals don't deserve clothes.” the scoff you send his way has his eyes meeting yours, evil glint present as ever.

"still not talking?" he questions, more rhetorical than anything. you drop your head to break his gaze, your eyes now trained on your bare feet that step on the dirty brick until his boots come into your field of vision. thin fingers dig into the meat of your face to regain eye contact.

"i've been patient, tried being nice," at this you laugh, "nice" was not a part of tsukkishima's character. his fingers dig deeper into your face causing you to wince. "but it seems you wanna do things the hard way." he states, pushing your head off his hand before stepping back slightly.

your eyes stay on him as he undoes the bow on the sash that covers his waist, eyes watching the way he opens his garment to reveal an array of floggers tied to a belt on his body. he catches the way your eyes widen, sneering at the panicked look on your face.

"we're gunna try something different today," he starts, hands coming to untie a decent sized flog. "we're gunna see..." he continues, stepping closer, with each word. "if this. will help. you talk." he smiles, face teasingly close to yours.

he steps back slightly with a sneer to drag the cool leather over your hands, letting you feel what you were about to get. without warning his hand reels back and a heavy whip smacks hard against the soft skin of your tummy, red blooming in tiny strips at the contact. your eyes widened and a choked gasp croaks out before you even know what's going on. another smack comes to your left breast before you can even think about how it hurts, then another to the right one, and another, and another, repeating the process on both as he watches how red and puffy your buds get under his hand.

He grips your face again to see the tears welling in your eyes, his own darkening at the sight of you. "well?" he asks, "feel like talking yet?".

as heavy handed and cruel as he was, you weren't planning on giving in this quick, no, that'd be too easy. you look at him defiantly before spitting directly on his cheek, to which he closes his eyes and drops his head, a dark chuckle filling your ears.

his hand drops from your face to wipe at your spit, face now overcome with something darker, hungrier. his spit covered palm reels the flog back and smacks against your bare pussy, hard.

"fff'aaah!' you cry, legs buckling under you as the sting sets in, he's relentless though, landing smack after smack on your poor cunny till it's red and puffy like your chest, tears now flowing freely down your face. your wrists thrash in their wooden jail, eyebrows knit tightly together as his hand keeps going.

your heavy breathing is all that's heard as you see him drop the flog. watching as it lays on the ground. he catches the way you look back up at him, face red and teary in a silent plea for mercy. Unfortunately, he opens the robe once more to reach for a slightly bigger flog, this one looking heavier than the last.

his hand reaches over to grab at the hair at your scalp to force your look up, a cry leaving you as your neck strains in the confines.

"think you can spit on me and get away with it? i was being easy on you earlier, was gunna stop after a few but you asked for this." he spits, hacking an awful sound from the back of this throat to spit back in your face.

your body tenses as you watch him move out of your sight behind you, panic setting in. With no warning, he lands the first hard smack on the bouncy flesh of your ass.

"ah!" you cry, flog landing relentlessly at your supple skin. He gives your ass a break as he drops the flog to smack at the backs of your thighs, more pained sobs coming from you. he switches his movements up and has the flog coming to smack your puffy cunt, earning a moan from you, which surprises you both.

he halts his movements and pauses for just a second before landing another smack to your sex, pulling another moan from you.

"are you... enjoying this?" he asks, curiosity filling his tone though aimed for condescension.

you don't answer, heavy breathing and sniffling filling the air. at your lack of response he lets the flog drop as he bends down behind you, fingers coming to spread the fat of your ass to peek at your holes -soaked.

"you're disgusting" he chuckles, but you can hear the pull in his voice. you squeal when his fingers come down to spread the lips of your pussy open as he curses under his breath at how it glistens. "you're soaked," he states, fingers running over your folds to collect your arousal before straightening back up to bend over your body, he reaches his hand over the pillory to shove his fingers in your mouth. your eyes widen at the intrusion but also at the feeling of something hard pressing into your ass -and not the flogs.

"taste. taste how fucking wet you are from me hitting you. you're fucking filthy."

choked sounds come from you as he shoves his long fingers in your mouth without care. he pulls them out and smears the spit all over your face ante landing a heavy tap against your cheek, a whine leaving you.

“shut up," he mutters, coming back to crouch at eye level with your holes. you hear sounds of clothes hitting the floor and then big hands coming up to spread your pussy once more. another embarrassed whine leaves you as you shift in your restraints. a breathy "h'oh" and a squeak from the pillory echos as your captor blows cool air directly on your clit, your tiny opening squeezing around nothing as more slick is pushed out.

without warning you feel two lithe fingers easily make their way into your cunt, courtesy of your mess, an automatic squeeze and shudder on your end pulls a mirthy huff from behind you. tsukishima has to swallow a groan at how tight and hot your insides feel flexing around him, heavy cock twitching in response

his fingers give a testing curl you and effortlessly hit your angel spot with their length, the reaction immediate as your muscle squeezes around him tighter than before and a high "mnn'ah!" leaves you. callous fingers adopt a relentless pace inside you as he batters into your spot, bringing you to your high faster than both of you had thought.

your body was still buzzed from the incessant flogging and now from his ministrations, your mouth opened in a silent scream while a third finger is introduced. the stretch is enough to make you shake as the heat in your stomach winds toward its breaking point, something unfamiliar building.

"f-fe- feels weird -nghh! i dont- i th-" you choke out, wrist rubbing raw against the wood, "i'm gunna p-pee! ple-" you're cut off by a large hand coming over your mouth, a "tch" heard from behind you as he stands to his full height for a better grip on your face. you scream into his palm as the coil finally snaps, cum shooting out of you and all down his wrist. his movements don't stop, fingers pulling out of you to rub your twitching clit he had left ignored, spraying cum everywhere and all over the both of you. the pillory squeaks with your shaking, muffled screams of never before felt pleasure die in his hand, drool collecting on the inside while tears roll down your face.

both hands leave your body and you're gasping for breath, legs still twitching from the aftershocks as you let your head hang, exhausted. your ears ring from the intensity and you feel yourself continue to squeeze around nothing, your eyes catch the mess you made on the floor and you become aware of the residue from your orgasm continuing to drip down your legs.

in all honesty you'd forgotten about the man in the room with you for a second before a spank to your puffy pussy has you squealing. his boots come into your line of view again, pale hand carding itself in your hair to force eye contact once more. he's met with your fucked out face and pupil blown wide, red tint over your cheeks as tears continue falling and mixing with your drool.

He’s thankful for the mess you made on his cloak, hiding the wet spot that's started to grow on his pants from his neglected cock.

"you got me dirty." he spits, face coming down to mere inches from yours, a pink hue across his own cheeks. he leans in to whisper in your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin, "now i'm gunna get you dirty."

before you have time to even process what he said he drops your head once more, boots leaving your field of vision as he takes his place behind you again. once the ringing in your ears subside you can hear him pulling his shirt off and fiddling with the knot on his pants, undoing his belt and letting them pool around his ankles. his cock twitches eagerly when finally freed, tip red and swollen with pearls of clear running down the length of it. he gives himself a few tugs as he shuffles closer to you, indifferent facade cracking as you hear how ragged his breaths are without even touching you.

the same large hands you've grown familiar to find themselves on your hips as he presses himself against your skin, one hand coming to maneuver his cock under you and rub between your engorged lips. he catches your clit with his tip a few times and you whine, trying to move away from the stimulation. "don't run." he warns, a hard spank coming down on your bottom.

he reels his body back a bit to line himself up with your hole, scoffing at the way you try sucking him in, "greedy. my filthy prisoner still wants more? hmm?" he asks rhetorically. he pushes the tip in ever so slightly and you both groan, his grip on your hips tightening as he speaks again, voice an octave lower, "i'll give you more".

with that he bottoms out in one harsh thrust, fighting the urge to cum right then and there at the noise you let out and the erratic squeezing of your walls. he rocks his hips experimentally as he grounds himself, stilling for only a moment before starting a brutal tempo. the force of his hips so strong he lifts your body up off the ground until you're barely able to stand on your tippy toes, the entire pillory rocking with you both. he sneaks a hand under chest to tug and tweak meanly at your nipples, still red from earlier. your mewls only fueling his relentless abuse of your body.

"you keep clenching," he gruffs out, voice strained, "d'you hear that?" his question punctuated with a particularly hard thrust, " the sound of skin clapping against skin fuels your embarrassment as you realize he's talking about how loud your pussy's being, squelching and sucking lewdly. your eyes squeeze shut and you shake your head as if that'd be enough to brush him off.

"not talking?" he tuts, fingers leaving your nipples to come back to your ass, his hands spread your cheeks apart almost painfully and you flinch when you feel a thick wad of spit coming down on your unused hole. "maybe you'll talk if i play in here?" he taunts, mean finger rubbing over your puckered skin.

your body tenses up at this, panic laced in your voice "n-no! not t-there! n-ahh!". he cuts you off again with one of his fingers slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle, your pussy squeezing impossibly tighter around him as he gets to the first knuckle deep in your ass, a dark laugh bubbling in his chest at how you push your hips back to meet his despite your desperate protests.

"fuck... fuck! you keep getting tighter, i can hardly pull out anymore," he groans, "i knew you'd like this." his voice is breathy as his thrusts getting sloppier. your high "ah ah ah!"'s chime in his ears as he feels you getting closer.

"m gunna.. g- gunna," you gasp, "gunna cum!" you whine, the last word drawn out wantonly. his pace is desperate as he fucks you through your high, cum splashing all over his balls and thighs as the force of your orgasm nearly pushes him entirely out of your pussy. the grip on your waist is bruising as he's only a few thrusts behind when he finally cums with a loud and pained groan, body hunching over with his head resting on your back while he continues to fuck both of you into overstimulation, cock twitching while loads of hot cum start filling you up.

you stay like that for a while as you both catch your breaths, bodies sweaty and heaving from exhaustion. he straightens back up to pull his softening cock out of you, a spent sob leaving your body at the friction while continuing to clench around him erratically. he hisses when he finally pulls out, cum coated dick falling between his legs as he spreads you open to watch in awe the way you push his cum out, the mess on the floor growing by the second.

in a haze he brings his face down to slurp his creampie out, your screams of "no! no! too much s'too much!" falling deaf on his ears as he uses muscled arms to keep your hips in place, only pulling off when he deems enough cum sucked out. he makes his way in front of you again, his fucked out face crouching in front of yours to pull you into a uncoordinated kiss by the jaw, you start to sputter when you realize he's pushing the cum he ate out of you back into your mouth with his tongue.

when he finally pulls away -reluctantly at that, he suppresses a smirk at how you try and follow his lips, his pupils just as blown as yours as they burn into you. "swallow." he orders between breaths, only letting go of your face when he sees your throat bob with his command.

"open", it comes out uncharacteristically softer than both of you expect, but you listen nonetheless. shiny puffy lips parting to reveal the present he gave you had been swallowed. he can't help the smile that comes from your obedience. is this what he had to do to get you to listen?

he offers a hushed "good." with a soft tap at your cheek. he makes his way behind you as he wipes himself off, pulling his pants back up and grabbing his robe off the floor, dusting it off a bit before putting it back on. you're too fucked out to notice him making his way toward the locked door again, attention only falling on him when he speaks.

You didn’t usually attend, yet you always wanted to. Your family celebrated holidays differently, so you often found yourself swamped with family activities around December, only getting free to hang out by the time school started back up. Always wishing to go, you finally got your wish this year. With the stress from school this past semester, your family decided to let you choose what to do, so you declined spending the holidays with your family. Instead, you were free to spend that quality time with the Bokuto family. Fuyumi practically begged Kōtarō to invite you, knowing you’d be alone, so you didn’t have to worry about inviting yourself. There was one problem, however.

“[Y/N] should room with us!” Machiko points out. “She can’t board with boys!”

“What do you take us for? We’re her best friends,” Kōtarō waves off his sister. “I worry Amaya might try to wrestle her,”

“She could use the practice!” She pipes up, only to be shut back down. “I wouldn’t hurt her,”

“Why not let the girl choose herself? It is where she will stay, in the end,” Shinjiro said. Although he was right, you suddenly felt your heart tugging in two different directions. Machiko and Kōtarō gave you the puppy dog eyes, begging to choose them. A heavy sigh came from you as you weigh the options presented in front of you.

“I trust Keiji and Kōtarō, I’ll room with them,”

“No!” The two girls dramatically shout, falling to their knees. Fuyumi laughs, patting your back.

“Good choice, dear,” she compliments. You know why. Her daughters may be considered mature and adults, but they are both hectic and chaotic in their own way. At least with Kōtarō, he has Keiji with him. There’s no reason to mull over the decision, you know full well that Keiji and Kōtarō wouldn’t hurt you.

Once settled into each room, your bedding laid between the two of them, the trip to relax in the ryokan was in order. The two genders were separated, of course, so you sat in the spring with Machiko, Amaya, and Fuyumi. It wasn’t a bad thing, being with the three, but you knew Machiko and Amaya like to tease you.

“Gosh, [Y/N], you’re so innocent! You’ve never done anything?” Amaya’s face made it seem like she was much more malicious than on the surface. “Even I had a couple boyfriends that I had special adventures with before your age,”

“Excuse me? Amaya!” Fuyumi scolds her daughter. “You never told us this,”

“Why would I? You and dad never allowed me to have a boyfriend until I graduated. Kōtarō even had a girlfriend in his second year,” she pouts, puffy cheeks making her less malicious and much more adorable. Though unintentional, her words make your mood sour, Kōtarō’s slipping from her lips. Machiko notices this, however.

“Well, Kōtarō is a boy and I told your father to make sure he doesn’t do any of that dating stuff, but it seems like he did,”

“You know, I’m kind of tired. I’m really relaxed,” you mention, moving to exit the water. “I should lay down and take a nap,”

“Oh, are you sure? Dinner will be served soon,” Machiko holds out her hand, as if to stop you. You’re quick about getting out, rinsing yourself off before wrapping a robe around your naked body.

“I’m sure. Wake me when dinner’s ready,” you cheerfully smile, waving to them as you leave the setting. Your smile falls, an artificial thing as you continue to pad towards the room. Passing the window leading to the garden, you notice the cascading of the white snowflakes, shimmering in the light from the outdoor lamps. It’s peaceful, the way it floats down to the ground until it rapidly melts, joining the slush forming on the pathway. A sigh leaves you, heart aching from the words Amaya let spill.

It wasn’t her fault, you tell yourself that as you continue to the room. Amaya doesn’t know, but Machiko does. Machiko has always had the older sister intuition, knowing when her younger siblings had something to hide or something embarrassing. Whether it was from her years of travel around the world, or just a trait of hers, she could pinpoint things that made you want to crawl in a hole. What does Machiko know, exactly? Your big, fat crush on her little brother.

Kōtarō has been your crush as long as you’ve known him, aka since you guys were waddling around with chubby legs. Your family and his family live near each other, so it made sense for you two to play a lot as children. As the years passed, your admiration for him evolved into a crushing thing, yet your young mind wouldn’t allow such a horrid thing to be spoken. No, it festered until you broke down one day in high school and confessed to the dark of the night, the only witness of your confession was the moon. You confessed that you loved him, you were in love with him, nobody else could compare. It hurt even more now, knowing you were falling in love with him while he was loving someone else. Even Keiji probably loved Kōtarō, knowing how close they were. You wouldn’t put it past them to be in a relationship, either. Each thought accompanied a step you took, each one bringing tears to prickle your eyes as you finally shut the door to the room, and your problems.

With the dark encompassing the room, you found yourself easily situating yourself on the ground to cry, curling up in a ball as you did so. A pathetic scene, you knew it was, yet you couldn’t help yourself.

After you left the ryokan, Shinjiro happened to be talking to the boys in front of him, both of them flushed red from the warmth of the bath and the topic at hand.

“I knew something was off in the way your mother encouraged you to invite her! I never thought it’d be that, however,” his guffaw had Kōtarō sinking into the water, bubbles coming from his nose as he huffs. Keiji looks at him pitifully, but doesn’t do much of anything else.

“She doesn’t even like me like that. This trip was a mistake,” Kōtarō mumbles, his mouth going back under the water. Keiji sighs, looking into the water where his distorted hands lie. Before he can speak, Kōtarō beats him to it. “I have to go to the bathroom. I think I’ll leave early,”

“You sure it’s just that?” Shinjiro teases. “Or are you going to wait for your lovely friend?”

“Okay, maybe it’s a bit of both,” he huffs, cheeks puffed out. Keiji lets the words die on his tongue, letting Kōtarō leave the spring without any reason to look back.

Shinjiro sighs, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks into the water. “Maybe I went too far. I shouldn’t tease him about his crush, it seems like it’s important to him. I don’t think she sees him in that light, anyways,”

“She does, actually. I think she’s been in love with him for a while,” he confesses. Shinjiro’s eyebrows rise as the words sink in. However, he is quick to understand. No longer laughing and joking, his smile is more bitter and sad. A pity smile.

“And you’ve been in love with her, haven’t you?”

Keiji turns his head to the side, yet he nods. The red dusting his cheeks is no longer just the warmth of the water. Shinjiro moves closer to Keiji, putting his hand on the younger man’s back.

“Then tell her. You both need to confess, not let this fester and turn into something ugly. Don’t let this ruin your friendship with Kōtarō, either. It’s not worth it,”

“I know. I know, Bokuto-san,”

“When you gonna call me Shinjiro? Or even dad? You need to let loose, Keiji!” He laughs again, getting Keiji to crack a smile.

While Keiji ponders how he should go about this, Kōtarō trudges up to his room for the week, unaware you’ve also turned in early. His mood has taken a turn for the worse, hair deflating as he pouts. No matter what, he’s always found himself finding your validation to be the most important. Throughout the years, he’s reached out to both you and Keiji for validation, finding them both to be important to him. While he knows Keiji partially does it just to make him happy, which he is thankful for, he knows yours is genuine. Even when he forced himself to move on, knowing you didn’t see him in that light, he found it hard. You followed him into his dreams, gleeful chimes of your laughter as the future he aims for bloomed into an obtainable goal. Yet, he’d wake up to see the empty space beside him, a brutal reminder that his dreamt future would stay in his head, playing on loop until he could do something about it in the real world.

When his door comes into view, he sighs, relief flooding through him. As he gets closer, he hears a soft voice from inside. Leaning his ear against the shut door, he hears you — a squeak of his name, accompanying a soft mewl, most likely held back due to the thin walls. Even he understands what you’re doing, it’s not like he’s never thought of you that way, finding himself wishing you could relieve his stress in the best way possible. As to respect your privacy, and settle his nerves, he quietly creeps away, to his parent’s booked room. He decides to use the toilet in there, giving you a few moments to finish your own business.

Leaning against the door once more, he doesn’t hear your heavy breaths or your moans and mewls, so he slides open the door to see you under the covers, laptop shining in your face as a movie plays. “Hey, what’re you doing here?”

“Huh?” You jump, turning to see Kōtarō’s large frame at the entrance of the room. It’s scary, the way he seems to have popped up after you finished, or attempted, getting off on thinking of him. “Oh, Kō. It’s just you. No more hot springs for you?”

“Oh, no, I found it to be getting too hot,” he lies, rubbing his neck. The robe you’re wearing is the one you put on after exiting the spring, so his perverted little mind knows you’re completely naked underneath. Not only that, you’re probably nice and slick from thinking about him—

He stops himself, hearing your voice. “Did you hear me? I asked if you wanted to watch the movie with me,”

“Oh, sorry, off in my own world. Uh, sure, what is it?”

“Crown for Christmas. A sappy romance Christmas movie, from America. It’s very predictable, but it’s cute. My mom loves it, so I brought it to watch,”

“Oh, that’s interesting,” he hums, lying on his own bedding. He didn’t move closer to you, giving you some space, but he finds himself panicking when you move closer.

“Can’t see if you’re all the way over there, dummy,” you giggle, pressing play. He can’t find it in himself to focus, the movie being background noise to his thoughts. The hot springs help to add a special glow to your skin, making it seem smoother than before, and you smell so nice, not to mention he can feel his cock throbbing at your soft voice calling out his name. What would it be like if he used his own fingers, would you be able to hold back? Or would you come completely undone as you came on his fingers— even better, his cock? Just the thought has him groaning, head shoved into his pillow as you pause the movie, probably confused.

He looks up, seeing your dazed expression — yep, totally confused. He sighs and shrugs, apologizing. “Are you okay? You seem.. tense,”

“Tense?” That’s one way to describe it, he supposes. “I’m just.. dad was teasing me earlier. That’s why I left. I’m.. remembering what he said,”

“Oh, I get that. Amaya kept teasing me about girl stuff, so I left. Machiko tried to stop me, but I was already out of the water,” you admit. It’s not the full truth, but that’s okay.

“Girl stuff? Like what?” Kōtarō never shied from girly stuff, including the weird stuff that happened to girls like puberty and the menstrual cycle. You chalked it up to his older sisters being shameless, never making it seem gross. Even when you started your period in class, Kōtarō was there to help you, a knight in shining armor.

You wish they were less shameless.

“Oh, um, you know, the romantic stuff,”

“Like? Boyfriends?”

“Yeah, I’ve.. never had one. No experience on my end. Amaya was teasing me because she had a couple of boyfriends before my age, so it.. it didn’t hurt my feelings, but it made me feel some kind of way, you know?” Your attempted explanation was kind of butchered, trying to explain it without giving too much detail. Kōtarō wouldn’t judge you, of course not, it wasn’t something to judge you about.

He knows the feeling, being inexperienced.

“W-Well, if you want any experience before going into the dating scene, I could.. always help you,” he whispers. His words hang in the air, settling into both of your minds. He’s berating himself for using such a lame line to try and get in your pants, but you’re trying to find a way to say yes without seeming desperate. However, “I mean! I have experience, so I could help you! I’d say I’m pretty good at doing stuff. Oh! It could be like.. any advice or something.. hands on,” he whispers the last part again, his confidence melting like snow on a summer’s day when your face falls.

It isn’t you don’t want it, you just would prefer him to not word it like that. It reminds you of Amaya’s words and the pain in your chest, the churn in your stomach. “If you’re gonna be like that, maybe I should ask Keiji,” you huff, turning your body away from his. Focusing on forcing your stomach to stop twisting in knots, you don’t even notice when Kōtarō closes the laptop and presses himself against you. Well, not until you feel something pressing into your back. “Kō—”

“Don’t be like that. I’ve never actually gone all the way, I’ve been saving that for someone special. I can help, though, if you’d let me,” his breath fans over your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His arm snakes under you, pulling you into his stomach while he lays on his back.

“Kōtarō!”

“You’re stressed, gotta loosen up a bit. I’m helping,” he just says, making sure your legs are hooked over his. With the lack of clothing under the robe, your nether region is spread open towards the door, sending your adrenaline skyrocketing. Kōtarō is quick to ease that, his thick fingers spreading open your folds while his middle finger rubs against your sensitive clit. “You’re absolutely soaked, do I turn you on that much?” He’s grinning, you know he is. Gritting your teeth, you keep your mouth closed as you focus on the feeling of his fingers, now sliding up and down and collecting your slick.

Kōtarō doesn’t want to tease you for too long, slipping his middle finger into your cunt as you mewl, hand coming to cover your mouth. “What a reaction. I wonder..” he trails off, pulling his finger out, only to add in three fingers. You’re arching, legs tending against his as he fingers you, lips pressing themselves to your hair and ear. When his tongue flicks out against your ear, you squirm and he grunts, his left arm keeping you firm against him. “Sensitive, are you?”

He doesn’t get any vocal confirmation from you, but the way you’re clenching around his fingers tells him all he needs to know. He makes sure to keep his thumb bumping against your clit, adding pressure. You can feel the familiar feeling, the beginning of an orgasm as he pumps his fingers into you. With a squeal of his name, your nails dig into the meat of his arm, liquids spilling out of you and all over Kōtarō’s fingers. The squishing sound enters your ears, legs tensing as you mewl, his fingers rubbing themselves against you some more.

“You’re so wet.. I bet it’d be easy to slip my cock in there, wouldn’t it?” His voice is low, a rumble in his chest as your cunt clenches at the thought, your wildest fantasies so close to coming to fruition when someone clears their throat. You pop up, Kōtarō jolting and keeping you on his chest as he moves.

Keiji is looking at the both of you, a heavy blush adorning his cheeks. The room is dim, only the lights from outside the inn illuminating him. He’s right at the door, right in front of where Kōtarō was just fingering you. Kōtarō’s hand finally leaves from between your legs, glistening wetness shown in the lamplight. “If you want to give her experience, you need to go over everything involved in foreplay, Kōtarō. There’s more to prep,”

“M-More?” your voice is small, barely a whisper as you find more slick oozing from you, Keiji entering the room. He kneels down in front of you, still held against Kōtarō’s chest.

“Has he even kissed you, yet? Or did he go headfirst into fingering you?” When you shake your head, Kōtarō himself sucking in a breath, Keiji knows he was right. With the elegance he always exudes, Keiji tilts your chin up towards him. “Then, allow me,”

The kiss is gentle, yet not simple. His lips are firmly against yours, molding perfectly as he keeps your chin tilted. As he deepens the kiss, you find your hands grasping at his own robe, feeling yourself lighter than you were when you had entered the room. Keiji moves to pull away, a brisk kiss on your lips once more before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, sending heat all over your body.

“Akaashi..” Kōtarō whines, his grip on you tightening. “This is supposed to be my time with her,”

“Well, you’re going too fast. Why not elongate the time spent together, hm?” His voice sends tingles down your spine, his hands removing you from Kōtarō’s grasp. “Lay back, Bokuto-san. You’ll get your turn,”

Your brain is going haywire as he speaks, undoing Kōtarō’s robe with unconscious grace. He’s not doing it on purpose, you know he isn’t, it’s just how he is. Once Kōtarō has been disrobed, you find more heat springing to your cheeks as his muscles ripple and flex. The lack of light prevents you from seeing everything, but you’ve always found yourself insatiable when thinking of his broad frame and what hides under his clothes.

“Give me your hand, [Y/N],” Keiji’s voice has you coming back down to earth, yet you find yourself once more shy with Kōtarō’s legs spread, his cock heavy and so large in Keiji’s hand. You comply, though, your much smaller hand joining Keiji’s around Kōtarō’s girth. It’s so much, the way it feels and the heat of the skin under your fingertips. A soft groan comes from Kōtarō as Keiji moves his hand, his other hand shuffling you between his legs.

“This is called a handjob, [Y/N],” Keiji says. You nod in understanding, realizing he’s teaching you. “Moving your hand up and down the shaft is the basic function of it, but you can also use your fingers to tease the slit, like so,” he demonstrates, swiping his thumb over the small slit, puffy and red where Kōtarō’s cum is dripping from. The simple act has Kōtarō throwing his head back, moaning as his hand covers his mouth. The walls are thin and if his family is back, they probably have a good idea of what’s going on.

“I see,” you hum, continuing to move your hand up and down the shaft. Keiji nods, seeing you’re understanding.

“Or tease his balls, like cupping them or massaging. Don’t squeeze them hard, though. It won’t feel very nice,” his hand moves to cup and tease Kōtarō’s balls, the man himself laying on his back as his face turns red, the ministrations getting to be too much. “There’s also a blowjob, but we can teach you that next time,”

“N-Next time??” You squeak, jumping a bit. Whether it was a one time thing or the beginning of a relationship didn’t cross your mind. His words, however, seem to please you more than imaginable.

“Of course, darling. We’re not done here, either. Why don’t you let Bokuto-san show you what other kinds of pleasure he can give you?” At Keiji’s words, Kōtarō pops up with a bright smile on his face.

“Sit on my face, baby,”

“Oh, woah, wow, uh..” you stop, unsure how to politely decline. His mouth and nose, down there? Not to mention your weight on his head? You were sure he’d regret his decision. “I don’t think”

“I’ll be fine. C’mon, I gotta show you what else my mouth can do besides dirty talk,” he winks, sending more heat to your cheeks, making you feel rather hot for a winter’s day, clad in only a robe. Keiji seems to read your mind, taking your robe from your shoulders, the belt falling undone easily from the previous activities. Once you’re down to your birthday suit, Keiji presses a kiss to your shoulder blade, a whisper to go that sends you crawling closer to Kōtarō’s face. He grins, eagerly taking your thigh and placing it on the other side, keeping your drenched cunt close to his face. He says something, but only a muffled noise comes out, his tongue swiping along your folds.

With your back to him, Keiji wishes he told you to face him and watch, yet he finds the scene of you erotic. He may have a bit more expertise than you and Kōtarō, it seems that’s all that’s needed. He smiles, gaze catching on the way Kōtarō’s fingers dig into the fat of your thigh, making indents. Completely forgotten, Keiji spits a glob onto Kōtarō’s cock, him jumping at the feeling. With a few more pumps of his hand, he flicks his tongue against the head.

Kōtarō’s moan has you mewling, the sound acting as a vibration as your fingers tug harshly on the silver and black strands. Though not as long as they were in high school, there’s enough to grasp and pull on. The wet sounds from behind you has your head turning, eyes falling on Keiji’s mouth wrapped around Kōtarō’s cock. It’s an erotic scene, his head moving up as more of the length is revealed, his blue eyes settling on your own as you feel a nip down below. So focused on Keiji, Kōtarō wants your attention all on him. Keiji chuckles, almost like a hum, that vibrates around the cock in his mouth that has Kōtarō moaning.

The tongue that flicks against your clit has you squirming, restrained mewls and moans leaving your lips as hands tug on his locks. Kōtarō licks and suckles on your clit occasionally, then moves down to prod and swipe over your entrance. The position makes it easy for him to breathe, but he moves down further. New position has you squealing, hands flying to your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the pleasure. Another moan from Kōtarō that sends shivers down your spine, heat to your core, accompanying the obscene noises of Keiji sucking Kōtarō off.

With Kōtarō’s nose bumping against your clit, his tongue’s only focus is on your pretty little cunt, sucking and swirling his tongue. The sensitivity from earlier makes quick work of you, hunching over as your thighs tighten around Kōtarō’s head, his strong hands keeping you from hurting him as you gush all over his face. A moan comes from him as he laps at your juices spilling over his face, his own orgasm coming as Keiji takes him down as far as he can. Globs of white cum spurt from the side of Keiji’s mouth, a gagging sound as he struggles to swallow it.

A hand on your shoulder has you leaning back, falling against Keiji’s chest with his cheeks puffy. Kōtarō manages to look up at the scene, gaze fuzzy as he watches Keiji kiss you once more, cum seeping from where his lips meet yours. When Keiji pulls away, his tongue is out, pushing the dripping cum into your mouth where the rest lies. It’s enough to have Kōtarō hard once more, a dark and heavy blush settling across his cheeks and nose.

The thick appendage pressing into your back once more has you gasping and jumping, some cum spilling out your mouth and down your chest. As it travels between the valley of your breasts and over the perk nipples, Keiji takes it upon himself to lap at the milky droplets. You gulp down the rest in your mouth, making a show of it by tilting your head up, throat contracting as you swallow it all. Kōtarō finds himself unable to look away from the scene.

“Ah, seems like someone’s still raring to go,” Keiji breaks the silence, eyes glancing back to look at Kōtarō’s cock, once more standing tall and proud. He then looks to you. “Shall I let you handle this one alone?”