𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐒 ! (𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐜)
ever since your boyfriend kunigami rensuke, came back from that one blue lock project, he was never the same.
he had become paler, more muscular, more aggressive, and colder than before, like whatever happened in there had stripped away the warm person you used to know. the easy smiles he once gave you were gone, replaced by a blank expression that barely changed no matter what happened.
even the way he looked at you felt different now, his orange eyes holding nothing but pure nonchalance, as if every emotion had been locked away behind walls you could no longer reach.
but he still stood beside you, still answered when you spoke, but every conversation felt distant, leaving you to wonder if the boy you fell in love with had ever truly come back at all.
but here you are, sitting on his abs, your pussy throbbing against his muscular abs. “c-can i?..” you whispered, blushing at his body.
kunigami didn’t respond immediately. he simply lay there, his massive arms crossed behind his head, those orange eyes fixed on your face with an unreadable, stoic expression. the muscles of his abdomen were rock-hard beneath your thighs, defined and chiseled from the hellish training he had endured, creating a frustratingly pleasurable friction against your dripping heat.
"do what you need to do,"
his voice was flat, emotionless. one hand remained behind his head, the other barely moved as you shifted, your wetness sliding against his lower abs, seeking friction. his gaze never wavered from your face, studying your desperate movements with disinterest, as if observing a particularly uninteresting experiment.
he didn't stop you as you started grinding against his abs, his expression remaining impassive. his body was like a stone statue beneath you, giving no reaction as you used him for pleasure. his abs were so hard that they provided the perfect surface for you to rub against, your juices coating his skin.
you feel his abs tighten further as you grind harder, your clit rubbing against the defined ridges of his lower stomach. a soft moan escapes your lips, your hips moving in desperate circles. kunigami's eyes remain fixed on your face, his expression completely empty.
your soaked pussy slides against his hardened muscles, the friction building heat between your thighs. a guttural sound escapes him—almost imperceptible—as your wetness coats the ridges of his abs, making every movement slick and friction-heavy. his hands still hang at his sides, fingers flexing slightly. the contrast between your desperate, needy grinding and his complete stillness is maddening.
you start moving your hips faster, your body trembling with the weight of your unfulfilled desire. the slick wetness between your thighs pools against his lower abs, creating a squelching sound with every thrust of your hips. your clit desperately seeks relief from the friction, the pressure building beneath your skin.
“c-cumming,” you whispered, but kunigami didn't react. his eyes remained open, watching you with a cold stillness as your body began to tremble. your orgasm was short and lonely, crumbling against the indifference of the boy you once loved. you collapsed on top of him, face pressing against his chest, your walls clenching and twitching as the waves of pleasure passed through you.
"you're done?" his voice was flat, uninterested.
you nodded weakly against his chest, too exhausted to speak. then you felt something—his hand finally moving, fingers threading through your hair once, twice, mechanically, before dropping back to the bed.
a pale imitation of affection from a boy who stopped knowing how to give it.
