#off-schedule

When you had initially invited Adachi to your apartment that evening, you hadn’t meant to pester or nag him with questions. There were certainly things you expected whenever he came to visit, of course, but what you were hoping for that day was something a little different. Still, you had intended on keeping the questioning to yourself, only for it to slip out in a rush in a moment of comfortable silence shortly after he had arrived.

“You didn’t forget what today is, right?” You asked hopefully, sitting beside the man on the floor of your apartment living room.

In truth, you wouldn’t have been shocked if he had forgotten, even as much as part of you secretly hoped he remembered, as petty or self-centered as it might have seemed. Adachi didn’t miss a beat though before answering.

“Me, forget? That hurts, of course I remembered!” Adachi protested, his voice dipping into mock offense. “And I’ve even got something special for you,” he added smugly.

He would never admit it, but the date had crept up on him, between being constantly busy with work and all the rest of the tedious day-to-day junk. It had eluded his memory long enough that he had forgotten to buy you anything. Not that he felt he needed or wanted to, of course, at least not from a sense of generosity or affection. He only wanted to get you a birthday present for the brownie points, or at least that was the story he told himself.

You paused, your brow furrowing skeptically, knowing Adachi’s definitions of ‘special’. “Adachi,” you began, pausing for a moment, “when you say ‘special’, you’re not talking about your dick, right?”

He shook his head with a disappointed sigh, reaching up and grabbing your jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “As much as I know you’d enjoy that, no, I’ve got something else for you,” Adachi insisted, though you weren’t fully convinced.

“Ah, alright, what is it then?” You asked curiously, feeling your skin heat under his fingers. It was frustrating sometimes how easily even slight touches flustered you.

In a smooth motion, Adachi let go of your jaw, pushing you down onto the floor until you lay flat on your back, following you down and bracing himself above you. He loomed over you momentarily on his hands and knees, his body caging you in from every angle. Despite what Adachi had promised, you expected him to lower his body, press it flush against you and claim your lips in an aggressive, hungry kiss as he often did. To your surprise, he did none of that, leaving you bewildered when he moved down and scooted back, running his fingertips lightly along your clothes.

He paused upon reaching your thighs, kneading the sensitive skin through your pants for a time, almost contemplatively. Your attention was fixed on him, and you could hardly miss the telltale hunger already roiling in his steely eyes. Though there was something distinctly cocky painting his expression, too, as if he was already so smug just thinking about what he had in store for you. It made your curiosity burn ever higher, and you didn’t dare to stop him, wanting to see what he had in mind.

Despite being transfixed on him, you jumped when Adachi’s grip tightened a little and he moved to tug your pants down, pulling your underwear along with them. Your brow sunk again, washing some of the curiosity from your face. “Adachi, I thought I said-” you started, confused, moving to sit up, thinking he was back to his old games despite promising his dick wasn’t his present to you.

You were cut off, though, collapsing back against the floor, when Adachi, ignoring your words, lifted both of your legs beneath your knees and hauled them up. More and more, forcing you to shift across the floor, too, until your ankles lolled over his shoulders and your ass left the ground. You swallowed thickly, noticing how close your now bare cunt waited near Adachi’s face. A rush of wet heat pooled swiftly in your center, more rising to your neck and cheeks, as well.

His tongue slipped out briefly, wetting his lips in a way that magnified the hunger already present on his face. It made you squirm, wanting to press your thighs together and quiet the growing heat between them, but there was no way you could. Adachi chuckled, a sound low and sultry, so unlike the cheery laugh you were used to hearing. A sound of pure craving and self-satisfaction.

“Getting so excited already, sweetheart?” He purred mockingly sweetly. Flustered again, you turned your head away, refusing to meet his smug, stormy eyes. “If you’re so worked up already,” Adachi began as he lifted a hand, skating the tips of two fingers teasingly along your damp lips, “I can’t wait to see you once I really get started.”

You gulped again, this time moistening your own lips in anticipation, finding them suddenly so dry. You weren’t sure whether Adachi was screwing with you. Whether he was only seeing how riled up he could get you before abandoning the rouse and fucking you raw right there on the floor until you were too exhausted to care if he had decided that was an acceptable present. He had never been much of a giver in your relationship, and his needs were always at the forefront of his mind. Sure, there were many mind-numbing experiences to be had in the past, but those almost always benefitted Adachi’s pleasure, too.

Your train of thought on how unlike Adachi it would have been to focus on giving pleasure without taking his own at the same time was cut short when he bent his head, spreading your lips with the vee of two fingers. Your breath stalled, and for a second it felt as if you had forgotten how, before you remembered, though in a way that was shaky and excited. Your mouth, too, was dry, as if the hot slickness between your thighs was sapping moisture from everywhere else.

When his lips touched your cunt and his tongue flickered out, dancing fleetingly over your clit, your hips jolted up instinctively. You groaned, all the tension built up in your chest coming out in one breath. His tongue snaked out again, wriggling against your clit again and wringing a whimpered ah from your lips. Your fingers dug into the floor beside you, needing to hold on to something as his tongue stroked you more deftly.

He set a pace that was teasing almost, slow and lazy, his tongue slipping over your clit in a flat stroke, before drawing loose circles around it. With each languid motion, you squirmed and tried to resist clamping your legs around Adachi’s head. Some strokes were so spot on, they were nearly too much, making you whimper pitifully, the noises breaking with a gasp. Adachi broke his steady pace, shifting from simple licks or twirls of his tongue to sucking intently, and your breath caught again in your chest. With a sharp inhale, you rolled your hips needily, or at least as best you could, given your position.

He pulled back for a moment, watching you through half-lidded eyes swimming with a desire you had seen so many times. It was a wonder how he restrained himself when it was so plain he wanted badly to bury himself in the sodden cunt he was eye level with. Again he shattered any coherent thoughts, leaning back into you and licking a hot, slow stripe up your slit and back up to your clit. His name tore from your lips in a ragged, shaky breath, and you scrabbled uselessly at the floor once more.

You weren’t sure if Adachi was intentionally forcing you to linger so near the precipice of released or it was but a cruel accident. He continued, alternating between short and long strokes of his tongue, more swirling and sucking and small, firm flicks. Some motions wound you up more than others, and you whined and tried to rock your yourself to meet him to show how much they got to you, only to have him change pace and leave you whimpering desperately in protest. Now and then you heard, as well as felt, the soft, low rumble of laugher against your cunt, a sensation that was hot and ticklish.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t you want to cum? I can’t give you your present if you won’t let me,” Adachi teased, and you flushed hotter.

At the same time the derisive tone was embarrassing, it also added fuel to the mounting pressure and heat in your belly, and the tension in your thighs. “I do, Adachi, please, I do,” you begged with a groaned, thrusting your cunt more firmly against his mouth, as if to prove your words.

“Mm, let’s hear it then,” he insisted, turning his tormenting attention back to your pussy.

For the third time, his lips fell to meet your folds, repeating the same motions from before, but more vigorous, merciless, until you could barely contain yourself from thrashing about in your awkward position. The growing spring in your gut felt too hot, too tight, and it was almost agony. Just when the coil was beginning to come undone, promising sweet release, Adachi’s tongue slowed, and you cast a frantic, hazy look toward him, accompanying the glance with a pathetic whine.

“Adachi…” His name was drawn from your lips in a beseeching groan, long for the satisfaction he dangled so close within your reach. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t… if you stop like that,” you ground out, another small breathy gasp interrupting you when Adachi traced a finger along the outline of your cunt.

Despite having not yet reached your peak, you already felt so sensitive, and his fingers toying with you only wound you up more. The heat and desire grew worse, the throb and clench of your cunt around nothing became more difficult to ignore.

When he laughed again, there was a hint of the familiar sheepishness you heard often. “Guess I just can’t help myself. It’s your fault for being too fun to play with,” Adachi confessed, as if you were some favorite toy, while slipping his wandering finger deeper past your lips.

The digit sunk into your opening slowly, though it met no resistance from how slick you were, both with arousal and his saliva. You bit on your lip, muffling the airy gasp from the intrusion, your walls flexing around his finger. He inserted a second, just as slowly, and your body answered him again, your hips bucking upwards once more.

Amidst vision foggy with heat and pleasure, as fleeting and teasing as he ensured it was, you could still easily make out the smugness painted on his face. From the narrowed set of his gray eyes, to the predatory, proud grin twisting his lips and showing off a feral flash of teeth, it all made you shudder. It was startling, and even more arousing, to find Adachi seemed to enjoy himself so much, even when he wasn’t the one being tended to. Maybe the man liked the power of watching you squirm and melt under his whims just as much as he enjoyed fucking you senseless or covering your skin with his cum.

It was only once the pair of his fingers were hilted in your heat that Adachi lowered his head to your quivering lips again, ever more wet as he pushed you further and further, physically and mentally. When his tongue rolled over your clit again, he pumped his fingers in and out; the digits following the rhythmic flick and roll of the wet appendage. When he moved back to sucking - in a way with much more vigor that had your body quaking - his fingers curled upward, as if beckoning toward him though hidden by your yearning cunt.

Between gasps and even more unbridled moans, your breath was beginning to come short and sharp in your chest, a ragged rattle heralding how tight agonizingly tight your body was being wound, the promise of bliss waiting just beyond. “Adachi, I-fuck, that’s it, there, right there, I...I-” your words faded into incomprehensible gibberish, words half made out as his name or breathless swearts, as if the burgeoning pleasure had stolen away full control of your tongue.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let it all out,” Adachi’s were a cheeky, honeyed purr, dripping with knowing satisfaction as he rubbed his fingers more hurriedly against the sweet spot on your insides that made you nearly scream. But his words were short, to the point, and then he was back to mouthing hungrily at your cunt again, obscenely wet-sounding and noisy.

As if his permission had been the last thing you needed to come undone, the tension burst, a flow of liquid heat and relief spreading out from your center to the rest of you. Your jaw dropped and you nearly howled your pleasure, each new breath carrying an even more filthy cry. Unbidden, you rocked your hips against Adachi’s face, your legs seeking to clench together and smother him between them, but failing from the position.

A hum left Adachi’s throat as he continued to lick and mouth at your folds, moving away from your clit at one point and withdrawing his fingers. With a bold caress of his tongue, his mouth was ravaging your soaked slit, drinking up the fruits of his labor and making you shudder and convulse around emptiness, bereft now of his fingers stroking you. You whimpered, the sound plaintive, though your folds and entrance were certainly less sensitive than your swollen clit at that moment. Adachi paid little attention to the noise, lapping up his fill of your juices until he was satisfied and you were left moaning more weak little fucks and ahs.

At last, Adachi drew back, licking his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He slid your legs off his shoulders, settling them onto the ground, splayed around his kneeling form. You lay there, boneless and drained. Your chest rose and fell heavily, and your eyes fluttered closed as you basked in the last little bits of your ecstasy, of the ‘gift’ Adachi had given you for the day’s special occasion.

It was no surprise, though, even to your muddled mind, when the heat of Adachi’s body pressed into you after a moment. Your eyes slipped open tiredly, met with seething gray like molten iron, swallowed up almost completely by wide black circles of desire. The expression further reinforced the wonder of how he had controlled himself for so long to your pleasure alone when it was clear inside a hungry beast was fighting to be free. Though he had already eaten you out, Adachi looked as if he wanted to devour you. The expression made you shiver, and your still sensitive pussy throbbed anew, despite the tired bliss.