Terushima asked Y/N out a day before her twenty-first birthday. She didn't really want to go out with him considering it was a day before her twenty-first birthday and she just wanted to chill and hang out-- Terushima told her he would be paying for all the drinks. Now, this was an offer she simply couldn't resist. Even though she found the man laughable and couldn't take him seriously for two seconds, the prospect of getting free drinks and some food swayed her thoughts.

"So, you doin' anything for your twenty-first birthday?" Terushima questioned her as they sat at the bar, sipping on their drinks.

"No, I'm staying at home alone and getting drunk," Y/N said. 

Terushima stared at her in confusion. "The fuck, that's so shit."

Y/N stared right back at him with a deadpan expression on her face.

His thin blonde brows knitted together. 

"You're an idiot, Terushima," she said.

"What-- why!? What'd I do?" he frowned, angrily sipping his drink.

"Of course, I'm doing something on my birthday, you idiot!" she slapped his arm. "What, I'm just gonna stay home and cry on my twenty-first? Hell no!"

"You seemed so serious about it-- so I thought..." he trailed off.

"You need to start picking up on sarcasm," she stated.

"And you need to start sucking this dick," he said and instantly regretted the words that flowed from his stupid lips.

However, rather than hear her scold him for this or mutter at his crudeness, he instead saw her shift nervously. He noticed her throat swallowing deeply at his comment. This, in turn, made his lower region throb in a weird way-- especially when he remembered the day when they were in the cinema. Even though that was weeks ago, he still had dreams about that day, feeling her body pressing against his own and her fingers skimming across his torso.

"Uhm..." Terushima cleared his throat. "Sorry. I meant...uh...I just meant that as a comeback."

"That doesn't make it sound any better," Y/N snickered.

Terushima groaned and wanted to jump into a hole and die. "You-- you get what I mean! Man, stop teasing me! I don't...like being made fun of."

She laughed. "You know what, you're kinda cute when you're flustered like that, Terushima."

His eyes widened. "Cute?!"

"Mhm."

"No one's ever called me that before..."

"Aww...no way--"

"What."

"Are you..."

"Am I what?"

"Are you blushing big boy?" she giggled flirtatiously.

"Big boy?" he stuttered in surprise.

Terushima's cheeks burned brighter than ever when she confronted him about his blushing. He placed a hand on his cheek, feeling the heat from his cheeks radiating against his palm. The moment he realised how his body reacted to her flirting, he hung his head in embarrassment. This only caused Y/N to laugh even louder at his shy exterior. 

"Gosh, you're so adorable when you're nervous," she said. "You should act like this more often. You'll definitely get girls."

He looked over at her. "Well? Is it working on you then?"

She paused, her lips slowly twitching upwards into a smile. "I guess."

Their eyes met, sexual tension vibrating between them.

Soon, the two found themselves in Terushima's apartment complex. 

They were kissing each other hungrily, stumbling up the stairs and ramming against his door. He grinded down on her, his palms pressed flat against the front door of his apartment as he continued kissing her. He then shoved his key into the keyhole, opening the door and knocking them into the room. They made their way into his bedroom where they stripped themselves of their clothes.

He pushed her down onto his bed and tore her bra and underwear off her body. He immediately started licking her down below, tasting her sweet body that he'd only dreamt of for the longest time. Her fingers dug into his blonde locks of hair, tugging on them and making him even more aroused than he already was.

"T-- Terushima..." she whispered.

Pulling away, he stared down at her, licking his lips. 

"Shit, you're so hot," Terushima groaned in ecstasy over seeing her bare body pressed against his own. 

She reached out a hand and placed it on his chest, feeling his strong muscles flexing under her touch. She couldn't believe he had such a well-toned body-- it looked almost too good to be true. Leaning up, she pressed her lips to his jugular, moving them down to his collarbone and then to his torso where she kissed his abs. She knew this drove him mad and she loved doing it, just to make him even more ravenous. 

Her hand reached his lower region which she grabbed and gently stroked-- in an almost painfully slow manner-- not allowing him to get any satisfaction out of it. Teasing the life out of him.

"Stop teasing me--" he stumbled over his words.

"Hmm? I'm not teasing..." she murmured.

"You're going too slow...go faster..." he grumbled.

Her hand went even slower and her lips kissed the section under his ear where his jaw connected.

"You're gonna make me go insane, Y/N..." he said harshly. "Do you have any idea...how long I've wanted to fuck you for?"

She raised a brow. "So?"

"Huh-- what do you...whoa--"

She spread her legs, inviting him in and seducing him.

"I'm here, aren't I?" she murmured seductively. "So? Aren't you gonna fuck me?"

Terushima's hands grabbed ahold of her breasts, squeezing them tightly as he instantly began kissing her again. His kisses trailed down to her neck, leaving hickeys on her neck carelessly.

"Ngh..." she sighed when he bit down on the side of her neck. "Ah!"

He wanted to do this with her for so long, he couldn't even remember how badly he wanted her. The lustful hunger throbbing in his lower region made it impossible for his brain to think for even a second. He thrust himself inside and her nails dug into his back, her head flinging backwards onto the pillow while he started moving at a moderate speed.

"Ouch...you bit-- mgh...me too hard..." she whimpered, her toes curling with each thrust.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." Terushima apologised to her breathlessly over and over again. "I didn't mean it..."

The sounds that left her lips echoed in his room and in his ears making it the only sound he could hear. The creaking noise of the bed bounced off the walls.

His rough hands skimmed across the shape of her body, feeling her curves against his palms.

"You're so beautiful..." he grunted.

"Ah...Terushima...harder..." she pleaded with him.

"You want it hard?"

"Yeah..."

He flipped her on her stomach, placing a hand on the back of her head, his fingers gripping onto a large chunk of her hair. His other hand clung to her hip as he rammed into her full speed over and over again with as much strength as he could. Since he was an athlete, his body was a lot stronger than the professor's that she was accustomed to. His thrusts hit even deeper and a lot harder than she'd ever experienced it, causing her to cry out in utter ecstasy at the foreign feeling.

"Shit...!" Terushima swore sharply. "You're...so good...!"

"More...more..."

Her moans were the most beautiful things he'd ever heard, he wished he could hear them every day-- he wished she could've just been his so he would see her whenever he wanted. He slapped her rear with his hand over and over again, causing her to bite down on her lower lip.

"Heh...stop trying to hide your moans," Terushima laughed.

"I-- I'm...ngh...not...!" Y/N choked out.

"You like my dick way too much, don't you?"

"No!"

"Look at you taking me so well..."

"Shut...up...ah...!"

"Come on, you can't be mean to me now when I'm already this deep in you," Terushima scolded her and slapped her rear again, earning a high-pitched sound of delight.

"Ah--"

"You like that? Huh?"

"I...do...!"

"Good girl! Arch your back like that."

He pushed her face into the pillow when he felt himself nearing his climax. Her loud, uncontrollable moans were muffled by the pillow against her mouth. His other hand then grabbed one of her arms, pulling it back and causing her to arch her back even more-- giving him a better angle to reach even further into her.

"Goddammit...!" Terushima gasped.

He then snapped her neck back, arching it so he would get a better look at her face.

"Heh...you look like a slut right now..." he chuckled.

"N-- no--"

He suddenly stopped thrusting right when she was about to climax. She whined and craned her neck around, looking at him with an annoyed expression on her face. Her forehead glistened with sweat from the physical exertion.

"You wanna come?" Terushima asked cockily.

Y/N gritted her teeth. 

"Then say you're my slut."

The arousal at the moment made her mind completely blank and she frankly didn't care. She needed him right now.

"I'm your slut...Terushima...!" she whined. "Hurry up...!"

A smirk of satisfaction appeared on his face and he immediately continued-- the bed rocking back and forth violently as he rammed himself into her for the next two minutes. Until finally, the two reached their climax.

When they finished, they lay there for a few minutes and when Terushima looked over to make sure Y/N was alright-- he found she'd already fallen fast asleep. Terushima lay beside her, the blanket draped over their bodies while he watched her sleeping form. His heart felt so content over finally having slept with her. It was a dream come true for him.

He knew Daichi had never slept with Y/N-- if he ever did, he knew he'd let it be known. However, he hadn't and yet right now...Terushima had beat Daichi to it. Y/N wanted to have sex with him before Daichi. It made Terushima feel special for once-- better than Daichi and not below him.

Terushima leaned over and placed a light kiss on Y/N's lips.

She groaned and stirred, nuzzled up against his warm body-- her bare skin rubbing on his own.

He then got an idea and took out his phone. Making sure to cover certain parts of her body with the blanket, he took a photo of her sleeping next to him. 

He added a quick caption to the photo about how much he liked her and clicked:

'Share to Instagram Story.'

"KENMA MIGHT BE INTO WEIRD STUFF!"

Iwaizumi told Y/N who stared at him in complete and utter confusion when she saw him wearing a cop uniform and holding handcuffs in his hands. Her jaw dropped open when she stared at him in such an odd outfit.  She had to blink and pinch herself a few times so she could actually believe what her eyes were witnessing. Of course he looked dashing since he was an attractive man, but she couldn't get over how funny this whole situation was-- especially for her professor to be dressing like that.

"So...what's this supposed to be?" she asked.

"Roleplay," he told her. 

"So...you're teaching me roleplay during sex?"

"Yes."

"Weird-- never heard of that, but go on," she said.

He laughed. "It's quite popular-- so Kenma might be into it. I think he might since he's a gamer and you know how those types of people are--"

"Uh huh..." she mumbled.

"What?" Iwaizumi blinked.

"Sure, okay-- it's not a 'you' thing at all?" she queried.

"What do you mean--"

"That maybe...roleplay is the stuff you're into?"

He swallowed deeply. "What? No! I'm just doing my job and teaching you different types of sex."

She raised a brow.

He stared back at her.

She narrowed her eyes and approached him, placing her hand on his chest, feeling his heart throbbing rapidly at her touch. Her fingers trailed across his broad chest and moved down to his torso. 

Her eyes slowly looked up at him, a small pout on her lips-- she then spoke in a slow and sultry voice:

"You sure, Mr Police man?" 

Iwaizumi sensed his lower region throb at the sound of her voice mixed with the feeling of her hand trailing across his body. His eyes met her own causing a foreign sensation to flow through his entire being. 

"You're too fine, I think I have to give you a citation," a smirk tugged on the corners of his lips as he leaned in closer to her, hooking his thumbs into the belt of his trousers. Those dark eyes of his gazing deep into her own and making her feel a sense of excitement tingling through her limbs.

She faked a frown. "A citation for being too fine? That doesn't make sense, Sir."

"Hmm? You're gonna start arguing with me now?" he spoke with authority in his voice.

A smile formed on her face, unable to stop herself. "Is that a problem?"

He took out the handcuffs from his pocket and slammed them onto the table behind her, pinning her against it. He tilted his head to the side.

"It will be soon," he sneered. "I think I might need to punish you, young lady."

She leaned in slightly. "Then punish me..."

Iwaizumi grabbed both of her wrists in one of his strong hands, cuffing them together. He then grabbed her face in his hand, roughly kissing her lips. A moan of approval and satisfaction left her throat and vibrated against his skin. The feeling of his moist lips rubbing against her own as he forced her mouth open, plunging his hot tongue inside her gaping mouth. The slick wetness of his tongue tasted every crevice and corner. His teeth nibbled and tugged on her lower lip, sucking on her soft skin.

He pulled away and wiped the saliva from his lips.

"Get on your knees," he commanded, breathing heavily.

Her eyes were hazy with lust and desire. She got down onto her knees in front of him, watching him with hunger as he unbuckled his belt feverishly.

"Suck it," he said firmly.

She parted her lips, poking her tongue out, starting to lick the tip. She could feel his body trembling at her touch, making her heart burst with excitement. With both her hands, she stroked him up and down, feeling his veins pulsating with each pump. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, reaching out a large hand he grabbed the back of her head, caressing it gently.

"You're fucking terrible at following orders..." he breathed.

She licked him from the base to the tip. "Hmm?"

"I said suck it," he huffed, his grip tightening on the back of her head as he pushed her mouth against himself.

She giggled. "Someone's impatient, Sir."

"If you don't suck me off well, I'll give you that citation," he groaned.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly allow that," she snickered, playing along. "I guess I'll have to give you a blow job then."

"You're awful at acting, Y/N," he said.

"Fuck you."

"That's my job."

She rolled her eyes and took him into her mouth, earning a satisfied grunt from him. Her knees began aching from how long she'd been kneeling on the floor in front of him. Even though her knees hurt and she knew she'd probably have some bruises tomorrow, she didn't mind. The pain mixed with the pleasure gushing through her system made the pain null. She moved her head up and down, her hands placed flat against the floor, her knees spread apart and back arched-- giving him a nice view of her rear.

"Shit..." he choked out.

She pulled away for a brief second. "Do you like that, Officer?"

"If you keep talking, I'll take the baton out," he hissed.

She let out a short laugh and continued where she left off.

Her stomach twisted and turned when she felt how full her mouth was, since what he packed was rather large. The handcuffs dug into her skin, causing a little bit of blood to seep out from the superficial cuts. This only served as a way to arouse her even more. The idea that she was bound and completely submissive to him made her legs tremble in a way she'd never felt before. So now she'd purposely dug her wrists against the handcuffs to add some pain to it.

Saliva dripped from her chin when he hit the back of her throat, her eyes strained and shot to the back of her head from the tickling sensation. A low groan vibrated in Iwaizumi's throat, his Adam's apple throbbing violently as he flung his head back.

He could feel himself getting closer to a climax so he placed a hand on her head.

"Oi, okay, stop now," he demanded.

She didn't quite hear him and kept going.

A shiver ran down his spine-- he almost climaxed but managed to pull her head back. She coughed and raised her bound hands to her lips, wiping the saliva from her face. Staring up at him in confusion, she tilted her head to the side.

"Wha--"

"When I say something...you listen to me," his fingers grabbed ahold of a chunk of her hair. "Unless...you wanna get punished more..."

She licked her lips. "Mr Police Man...I think I wanna get punished more..."

"Oh...?" he sneered.

"I really don't want that citation," she rubbed herself against the floor.

The sight of her hot and bothered sent him into overdrive. He slammed her against the table on her stomach, lifting up her skirt. Taking out the baton, he skimmed the metal over her rear. She twitched at the icy cold sensation on her warm skin.

"Eh!?" she stammered.

"You've been naughty-- I gotta punish you," he said.

Suddenly he felt a sharp sensation hit her rear. He hit her ass with the baton, not hard enough to actually harm her or cause a bruise-- but with force to cause some pain.

"This...is for teasing me," he muttered, hitting her.

"M-- mgh...!" she exclaimed in excitement.

"And this...is for being annoying," he said and slapped the baton against her rear, making her entire body flinch at it.

"Ah!" she bit down on her lower lip.

"Are you gonna continue to be disobedient?" he asked, tracing the tip of the baton on the outline of her rear, moving up and down her underwear-- rubbing her lower region. 

His eyes watched her aroused expression.

"Ngh..."

"Well? Answer me."

"I--"

He rubbed her harder with the cold baton, making her squeeze her legs together to add more friction.

"I said, answer me."

"I-- I'll be good..."

His lips curled upwards into a grin. He grabbed her by the handcuffs, and shoved her against a table again, this time on her back. Iwaizumi placed her hands behind his neck, hooking her arms around him since they were attached to the cuffs-- thus trapping her between the man and the table. Then, he grabbed one of her thighs and used his other hand to pull her underwear to the side as he plunged a finger inside, preparing her for what was to come.

He watched her face closely, her features twisting and turning in delight as he continued to add more fingers, pushing them inside and feeling her from the inside. He latched his soft lips against her neck, adding some moist kisses to her throat, licking and sucking on her sweet skin. The sweat excusing from her pores tasted so delightful and sweet, exactly like he thought she would taste. 

The scent of her strawberry shampoo drove him mad.

He pushed himself inside, the two groaning and moaning at the pleasurable sensation bursting through their bodies. He unbuttoned a few of the buttons from his outfit, revealing a bit of his muscular chest. Grabbing her t-shirt he pulled it up, revealing her bra. His free hand grabbed at her chest, caressing it roughly while he began moving his hips slowly.

"Agh...you're such a naughty woman..." he huffed.

The coldness from the metal of the cuffs pressing against the back of Iwaizumi's neck along with the warmth from her hands was so satisfying to feel on his flesh. The fact that they were so close, his face mere inches away from her own, feeling her hot breaths and voice vibrating against his face-- all added to the arousal of the situation.

"Hah...I've wanted to do this for so long..." he breathed.

Pushing himself further, he made her arch her back and move her hips forward, begging for more of him within her. He listened to her body and gave her exactly what she wanted, moving at a medium pace, going in deep and hitting the spot which made her lose her mind. 

No matter how many times she'd done it with the professors, for some reason, she never got bored of it. She always wanted more and more. Her body yearned for it and she couldn't stop herself from thinking about how the next one would fuck her brains out. Sometimes she would even forget about Kenma and just focus on the sex itself. Never did she know something could feel this good. 

If it felt so good to do with men she didn't know very well personally, how good would it feel if she did it with someone she loved and wanted for years?

"Ah...mmm...more..." she pleaded.

He grunted, thrusting his hips.

"So...ngh...good...!" she exclaimed and he quickly grabbed her mouth, stopping her from crying out like that. He could hear students walking around the halls, laughing and going to their next classes-- not noticing the two going at it in one of the spare rooms.

"You trying to get us caught?" Iwaizumi whispered, stopping for a few seconds. "Keep quiet."

Y/N whimpered and moved her hips up and down.

He bit down on his lower lip. "Fuck--"

She smirked.

Grabbing her throat while his other hand continued to hold up her leg, he held onto her tightly, choking her slightly. This sensation felt so new to her. She'd never been choked before but this seemed to open her eyes to something-- something she liked a lot. The way his fingers gripped the sides of her throat, pinching the large muscles and hindering air flow to her lungs. It didn't stop her from breathing but made it slightly more difficult-- this excited her and made her light-headed.

"Mgh-- ngh-- agh...!" her mouth was agape, gulping down as much air as she could when he started increasing his pace.

"Shit..." Iwaizumi swore under his breath, his body going crazy.

He'd heard from the other professors just how nice her body was, but he didn't quite know until now. He'd never had sex with someone like her before. No matter how much he moved his body against her, he couldn't get enough. The feelings she gave him were like no other.

Starting to feel himself nearing his limit, he increased his pace, moving quicker. The cuffs dug into the back of his neck, cutting his skin. He stared at her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she climaxed. The sheer satisfaction evident on her face made him almost reach his limit, however, he managed to pull out and with a few strokes he burst all over her legs.

Hanging his head, he took a few seconds to catch his breath.

"Holy...shit..." he choked out.

Y/N's chest rose and fell quickly as she inhaled and exhaled the cool air into her lungs, her face burning at the touch.

"Well?" she asked.

"Huh?" he said.

"Do I still get that citation?"

"I'd say you earned an exemption."

"SHE WON'T FUCK YOU...!"

Atsumu shouted at Osamu.

"You're weird."

"Fuck off, you're the one with grey hair."

The two brothers shouted words back and forth at each other, arguing after they finished their lesson with their last class of the day. They were cleaning the rubbish around the kitchen and wiping down the equipment their students had used that day to make their food. Gathering the leftover bits of icing, cream, strawberries, chocolate and sweets, they placed them onto a table and began counting them to make sure they had everything.

Some students liked to steal some of the ingredients and food back home with them, since who wouldn't like to have free food? So they always had to take stock of everything and make sure no one had stolen something.

Osamu rolled his eyes at him. "You're so immature it hurts."

"What, for telling the truth?" Atsumu raised a brow. "Yeah, sure. Stay mad."

"What makes you think she's going to want to have sex with an immature man whose only personality is his money?" Osamu asked him, placing the final item on the table and turning to him with an unimpressed expression on his face.

"At least I have a personality..." Atsumu snapped back.

"I'd rather have none than have one as annoying as yours," Atsumu replied simply.

"This is why I wish you were adopted," Atsumu said.

"You think I didn't ask Mom about that every day wishing she'd change her answer?" Osamu asked.

"Dick."

"Dumbass."

"Fuckface."

"Small dick."

Atsumu paused and seemed very offended by this. "Stop lying, my dick is huge."

"Haven't seen it, don't want to see it-- but I know it's smaller than my pinky," Osamu retorted.

"How about I be the judge of that?" Y/N said from the doorway.

Atsumu snapped his head in her direction. "Hah! You got my message from the group chat?"

She nodded.

"Y/N will judge whose dick is bigger then," Atsumu sneered at Osamu.

Osamu shrugged. "I don't mind. It's not like it'll be much of a challenge..."

Y/N entered the room and closed the door behind her. Osamu reminded her to lock it and she did so immediately. She walked closer towards them, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared at them, waiting. They glanced at each other in confusion as to why she wasn't removing her clothes.

"Well?" she queried. "Lemme see."

Their eyes widened at how bold she was.

"Wait, but there's a window on the door, someone could see," Osamu said.

Atsumu raised a brow. "You just sound scared."

Osamu glared at him. "I--"

"Ugh, who cares, just lemme see," she huffed. "I'll judge whose is bigger."

"Whoa, I like being bossed around," Atsumu sneered cheekily as he unbuckled his belt, revealing himself to her.

She tilted her head to the side and a light hum left her throat, then she turned to Osamu and motioned for him to do the same. He also unbuckled his belt.

"Hmm...I can't really tell," she shrugged.

"Eh--" they paused.

A slow smirk formed on her lips.

"I think...I need them inside me so I can tell," she said.

Atsumu slammed her down onto one of the tables on her stomach. He grabbed her by the hair, arching her neck back.

"You're learning alright..." he murmured in her ear. "You're so fucking hot...you made us both hard..."

"Hurry up and suck my dick," Osamu groaned, positioning himself in front of her.

"I can't wait anymore, I'm putting it in," Atsumu huffed as he slowly inserted himself. 

Y/N parted her lips and took Osamu inside her mouth, her hair being pulled back tightly by Atsumu as he started moving his strong hips. He gritted his teeth, his other hand slapped her rear over and over again then grasped onto it, his fingers causing small bruises to form on her smooth skin.

She moaned against Osamu as he stood there with one of his hands against the edge of the table, the other on his hip. He watched her as Atsumu slammed into her from behind, shaking her body back and forth and thus moving her head forwards and backwards. He bit down on his lower lip, grunts leaving his throat when he felt how pleasurable her mouth was against him. 

"Mffgn...!" she moaned out.

"Heh...your mouth's pretty full, huh?" Osamu chuckled deeply. "I guess that means I'm bigger."

Atsumu glared at him. "I'm practically stuffing her insides, fuck you mean?"

"Hmm? But look at her mouth, she can barely take all of me," Osamu said.

"Listen to how she's moaning, it's cause I'm hitting her cervix," Atsumu huffed, sweat forming on his brow from the pleasure.

"That's all?"

"What, you want me to kill her with my dick? Fucks wrong with you."

Atsumu increased his pace, removing his hand from her hair which made her head slump forward, deepthroating Osamu. Osamu's eyes shot open from the sudden feeling shooting through his lower region. Hot and sharp breaths of air huffed from his throat and into the cold air, appearing as light steam from between his lips.

"Agh...!" Osamu choked out.

Y/N's eyes were glistening with tears from the pleasure and how Atsumu kept hitting the same spot that made her go crazy. Her body felt as though it were on fire, in the best way possible. She kept thinking that fucking each Professor would feel the same, but after each time she was proved to be wrong. Each of them had their own style, their own way of doing things and it constantly made her think about what they would do next. 

"Ah...fuck..." Atsumu breathed out, his thrusts growing weak for a second.

They never disappointed, not once had she felt unsatisfied with what they'd done and she hated to admit that...she loved every second of it. Every...single...time.

"Mghgf...!" she moaned out, her nails digging into the table.

Y/N moved her head back and forth, feeling Osamu's hand resting on the back of her head. His rough fingers caressed her hair, moving them through her locks and tugging on it gently. His groans echoed through the classroom mixed with Atsumu's, along with the table creaking every time the two men thrust their hips.

Atsumu slammed both his hands against the table, his fingers curling slightly when he began thrusting rougher and harder, increasing his pace with each second that passed. His body trembled as he felt her tightening against him, edging him on and bringing him closer to a climax. 

Osamu's grip suddenly tightened on Y/N's hair and he grabbed her face in his hands, thrusting back and forth, matching Atsumu's pace. When they pulled back and thrust back in, they met each other's movements, plunging deep inside her and making her eyes roll to the back of her head from the exciting feeling filling her.

"She's...so good..." Osamu said breathlessly.

Atsumu raised one of his hands and swiped it through his golden locks of hair, pulling them away from his face so he could pay closer attention to Y/N's body. Then he immediately went back at it, hitting her from behind. He hung his head, his large figure hovering over her body. 

"I think those...agh...lessons paid off, huh?" Atsumu said to her, his eyes eyeing her neck. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her nape, kissing her skin over and over again-- hearing the sounds of her sucking Osamu off.

He pulled away and thrust even faster, leaning over her.

"Hah..." he placed one of his large, veiny hands on her upper back, pulling her shirt up and revealing her bra. His hand pressed down hard on her back, pressing her body firmly against the table. "Look at that arch..."

Atsumu's dark red tie fell forwards and tickled her bare back.

Osamu climaxed inside her mouth and her eyes widened when she felt him bursting inside her. She tasted his rather salty taste gushing down her throat-- doing her very best, she tried swallowing everything. Though, this proved to be rather difficult since she also struggled to stop herself from moaning, as Atsumu was still moving.

Osamu pulled away and fixed his pants. He crouched down, his face semi-level with Y/N's as her moans now came out clearly since she had nothing in her mouth now. His eyes stared at her for a few seconds before he grabbed her by the hair, watching her body jerk back and forth from Atsumu's strong movements.

"Ah! Ah! Mmm-- ngh...!" Y/N cried out, her back arching, begging for more.

She just couldn't get enough. Her body was going insane.

How could anything top this?

"Hey...look at me..." Osamu grunted, his other hand grabbed her by the chin, tracing the line of her plump lips. 

Y/N looked up at him, her doe eyes gazing into his own. Her breaths brushed against his face, her features twisting and contorting in complete ecstasy when she came closer to her release. Osamu could tell by the way her face looked that she was almost at her limit and he watched to see her face when she climaxed-- he had to, he needed to...

A cry of delight escaped Y/N's lips as she stared up at Osamu's face while he watched her climax.

"Beautiful..." Osamu murmured in shock.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck...!" Atsumu shouted and pulled out just in time, releasing himself all over her back.

Atsumu stood there for a few seconds, processing what just happened. He slowly pulled away from her and started to clean her back. Once he finished doing that, he fixed his pants and buckled his belt again. Meanwhile, Osamu knelt there in front of Y/N, his thumb rubbing her lower lip.

A short laugh left his throat. "Well. You're definitely learning, Y/N."

She breathed in and out heavily. "I...am...?"

Not being able to stop himself anymore, he leaned in and kissed her lips for a brief moment, tasting himself on her lips. He pulled away, a small smile evident on those lips of his. 

Y/N slowly hopped off the table and started getting dressed in her clothes again.

"Well, whose was bigger?" Atsumu sneered.

"Clearly mine," Osamu said.

"Hmm..." Y/N hummed, putting her underwear and pants back on. "I don't know."

"That's not an answer," Atsumu said.

"Just be honest, it was me," Osamu told her.

"Okay, okay fine, I'll give an answer," she said, fixing her hair.

They listened intently.

"I'd have to say Mr Atsumu's," she conceded.

However, when she looked back at Atsumu and Osamu, their eyes were directed towards the door-- mouths and eyes agape in sheer shock. She furrowed her brows, following their gaze. What she saw made her face contort into the same expression on the Professors' faces.

Sakusa was standing there, his hand on the small window on the upper section of the door. His face was framed by the window-- bringing attention to those wide eyes of his that held a feeling of shock and rage mixed together.

"Holy fuck..." Y/N choked on air.

"What the fuck do we do? He saw everything..." Atsumu said-- the trio just staring back at the man.

"Who is that?" Osamu queried.

"Uh...it's Sakusa, the...janitor," Y/N said.

"What's he doing this..." Osamu trailed off.

"Right, shouldn't he be cleaning shit somewhere other than here?" Atsumu asked his brother.

Osamu shrugged. "Maybe he knew you were here."

Atsumu's brows knitted together, not understanding what he meant at first. "What...? What do you mean--"

Osamu turned to him, just staring at his brother.

Atsumu gasped. "You dickhead."

"Uh-- what do we do?" Y/N asked, starting to panic.

"I'll go talk to him," Atsumu said bravely. "I'll just give him some money not to talk."

Atsumu approached the door and unlocked it, opening it slowly. Sakusa stood there, his hand dropping to his side. He stared down at the Professor who nervously thought of what he should say to the man.

"Hey, Sakusa," Atsumu said, laughing. "How are you?"

Sakusa didn't reply.

"Look, what you saw in there...let's just keep this between us, yeah?" Atsumu attempted to calm him down with the prospect of money. "I mean, how much do you want to...y'know...not talk?"

"Y/N..." Sakusa whispered her name, not understanding why she'd just engaged in such an act with these two men when she'd told him she liked him-- when she slept with him.

Y/N stiffened.

"What the hell are you three doing?" Sakusa asked in a low voice.

"Just drop it, okay?" Osamu said.

Y/N swallowed deeply, her heart beating quickly in her chest.

"Dude look, we're helping her out," Atsumu attempted to explain the whole thing to him.

"What?" Sakusa's jaw tightened.

"All the teachers, well, some of us...we got her consent to help her out on how to--" Atsumu started.

"The other teachers?" Sakusa became tense.

"Look, she wants to do it and Mr Kageyama allowed it so..." Atsumu trailed off. "If you want a job tomorrow, I suggest you just move along."

Sakusa gritted his teeth.

Y/N expected Sakusa to throw himself at Atsumu and Osamu and tear them apart, but he didn't. Instead, he simply stood there with a dead look in his eyes, just staring at the two men. Osamu was about to say something when Sakusa just turned on his heels and walked off, not uttering another word from his lips. Y/N didn't know whether he was angry, sad, furious, or jealous-- his face...was just off. 

Especially since he didn't say anything or do anything at the end there, Y/N really didn't know what was going through Sakusa's mind.

"Uh, well, that went better than I thought it would," Atsumu turned to Osamu.

"We should tell Mr Kageyama though, he'll know what to do," Osamu said.

"Alright."

"Wait, what's gonna happen now?" Y/N asked, nervous. 

Atsumu placed a hand on her shoulder and flashed her a confident smile. "Everything's all fine!"

SAKUSA AND Y/N WALKED AROUND,

the campus as the sun slowly drifted further down, hiding behind the tall buildings and trees in the distance. No one was on campus anymore since classes were long done for the day, leaving a barren area absent of all the bustling life in the mornings. The air grew colder and Y/N rubbed her hands together, warming her trembling fingers up. She walked alongside Sakusa's large physique, his torso and arms covered by a dark turtle-neck shirt. He'd pulled his mask down, revealing his face to her which she glanced at every now and then.

While they walked, a thought slowly slithered into Y/N's mind. She had no idea whether Sakusa was interested in her at all, whether he found her attractive or felt any sort of way towards her. She could always tell Terushima had a sexual intrigue for her, however...she didn't know anything about Sakusa or the way he thought. Especially the things he thought about her. If she could seduce him, someone who didn't like her romantically or find her sexually appealing-- then she could seduce anyone she wanted.

And if she could seduce anyone she wanted...didn't that also mean Kenma?

At the very least, this was her thought process.

"Um...Sakusa..." Y/N whispered his name suddenly.

The muscular janitor stopped in his tracks and turned towards her with a slightly confused expression on his face.

"Hmm?" Sakusa hummed.

"Can you take me back to my dorm?" she queried. "It's kinda late and...I'm uncomfortable going by myself."

He nodded quickly. "Of course, of course."

She sighed to herself in relief when he agreed with her request. He motioned for her to follow him as he escorted her to the University's dorms. They walked around trying to find her room number and when they did, she took out her keys and unlocked her door. She stood there for a few seconds, feeling his presence lingering behind her. Her heart pounded rapidly in her ribcage as she thought about how to go about this whole thing.

Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at Sakusa.

"Hey, you wanna come inside?" Y/N queried.

Sakusa's eyes widened in shock. "Oh-- I...don't think a staff member's allowed to enter a students dorm--"

She giggled and leaned in closer to him, bringing her lips close to his ear. Her warm breaths skimmed across the surface of his skin and he felt his body tingle in excitement from their close proximity.

"No one has to know," she murmured.

He swallowed deeply, unable to say no to her.

She pulled away and left her door wide open as she entered her room. He stood there and stared at her, gritting his teeth. He finally forced himself to enter her room and closed the door behind himself. 

"You want something to drink?" she queried, peering into her fridge. "Juice?"

"Oh. Yes, please," he answered.

She nodded and shakily grabbed a cup for him, nervousness radiating through her body. At the very least this gave her some time to think about how she would go about getting him into her bed. She filled the cup up to the brim and approached him with the juice. Then she purposely made herself trip over her feet, knocking into him as she spilt the juice all over her shirt and his own.

"Are you alright?" he asked with concern, not even caring about his clothes being dirty.

She winced. "Ah! I'm-- so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"No, it's alright, I don't mind--" he began.

"Ah...I got it all over myself too..." she muttered in annoyance as she peeled her blouse off, revealing her bra.

Sakusa bit the inside of his cheek.

"Hey, gimme your shirt, I'll throw 'em into the washing," she said. 

"No, no, I'll be fine."

"It's the least I can do!"

"It's alright! I don't want to intrude--" 

"You're not! I'm in the wrong for spilling that all over you," she said frantically.

Seeing how she just really wanted to pay him back for what he'd done for her and how adorable she looked when she pleaded with him, he decided he'd give in to her demands. 

He hooked his fingers under his black turtle neck and pulled it over his head, leaving him completely shirtless in from of her. Her eyes trailed across his smooth skin, seeing his lean physique that had firm muscles flexing in front of her face. The veins on the surface of his hand bulged when he gripped onto his wrinkled shirt.

He handed it to her. "Here."

She nodded and motioned for him to follow her. She dropped off the clothes into the washing machine before she entered her room, leaving the door open for him. Searching through her closet, she tried to find him a spare shirt that would fit his much larger physique. However, no matter how hard she looked she couldn't find anything that would fit him.

"Uh..." she mumbled.

"Hmm?"

"I can't find any shirts for you."

"Oh."

"You're too...big."

Sakusa's eyes met her own and he resisted the urge to eye her body up. So he made himself look away from her, trying to get his mind off of what she'd just said-- convincing himself it was merely something innocent. He scolded himself for thinking anything sexual about her.

Suddenly, they heard the washing machine making odd noises. 

"Uh...is it supposed to sound like that?" Sakusa pointed down the short hall to where the washing machine was.

Y/N raised a brow and hurried out of her room, Sakusa followed along as they entered the small room, seeing bubbles spraying everywhere all over the floor. The lemony smell of washing machine detergent wafted around in the air. A scream left Y/N's lips and she immediately hurried inside, trying to turn off the machine as it kept spraying bubbles and soap everywhere. Some got into her eyes and Sakusa jumped to her aid, but slipped due to the soap.

They both knocked into each other, hitting one another to the floor. Sakusa fell first, slipping on his back as she fell on top of him. He let out a choked yelp of pain and shock when he felt a painful sensation spreading through his lower region. 

Her face had made contact with his crotch.

For a few seconds, she didn't really understand what'd happened but when she came to her senses and saw her lips pressed to his crotch, feeling something hard, she shot back to reality.

"Mgh..." she groaned and pulled away slightly, pretending to be dazed. 

"Uh--" he began, embarrassment all over his face.

Then she pretended to finally notice his bulge. "E-- eh!?"

"Look-- I-- I'm sorry--" he began.

She pouted and stared at his crotch and the visible bulge, propping herself up on her palms. She arched her back and squeezed her legs together, rubbing them. His eyes shot up and stared at her ass swaying side to side in arousal. His nostrils flared, not knowing what he should feel at this moment or how he should react to such a sight.

"Um...Sakusa..." she whispered.

His breathing became heavy, especially because of the humid air in the washroom.

"Are you...hard...?" she murmured, tilting her head to the side.

"I'm sorry-- I never meant to--"

"How...big is it?" 

His eyes widened. "Huh?"

"Can...I see?" she asked in an almost innocent manner, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip in excitement.

Sakusa felt his pants straining against his bulge. His mind was becoming blurry from her sex appeal. The way her back was arched, the way she asked him in such a seductive way, the way her breasts were so plump and round, the way her body was slick from all the water spraying everywhere.

He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything, hoping she would just get the hint.

He swallowed. "Uh...only if you...want to...?"

Y/N brought her head back down and grabbed the zip of his trousers, biting them with her teeth. Sakusa propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes staring at her nipping on the zip seductively. Her bright pink tongue lapped across the metal as she sucked on it, driving him crazy from the sexual innuendo. Her teeth played with it for a little bit until she noticed the bulge in his pants becoming bigger and bigger. 

Deciding now was enough teasing, she pulled down the zip with her mouth...all the way to the end. She stared at his boxers which outlined something large. She licked her lips and excitement rushed through her when she remembered that she was the one who made him this way. Not Yuriko, not Saiya, not any other woman, but her. She was the one who'd gotten him so aroused with the skills she'd learnt. 

It was the first time she'd ever experienced something like this...

It made her feel...powerful.

Then with her mouth, yet again, she leaned down and nipped on the top of his boxers. She pulled them away and revealed his large region to her. A light groan left his lips when he was finally released. 

She giggled. "Hmm...!"

"I--" he began.

"You're so huge...I don't know if it'll fit in my mouth..." she whined.

It took him a second to realise what she just said.

His eyes shot wide open. "Wh-- agh...!"

She'd already started sucking on the tip as though he were a lollipop-- licking and sucking like she was eating a piece of candy. 

"Mmm..." a light moan left her lips, vibrating against him and making his legs twitch from the foreign feeling reverberating through his crotch. 

His eyes watched her taking her time with him, making him feel impatient and irritated that she wasn't going quickly enough. His mind was blurry and a muddy mess. He didn't know what was happening anymore, what he was doing there-- how any of this even occurred. His hormones were out of control and were dictating everything he thought at that moment. And the only thing he could think of was her tongue and lips wrapped around him.

Suddenly she shoved her head down, trying to do what she did with Ushijima a week ago when she was learning how to do a blowjob. This was the first time she'd actually done it for real, it felt a lot more different than Ushijima's fingers. It was a lot larger and she had to open her jaw wide, very wide, so it would fit in her mouth. Meanwhile, she also had to make sure not to use her teeth since Ushijima told her it would hurt a lot. 

It actually took quite a lot of effort.

Her jaw ached after a few seconds and she pushed her head up and down, bobbing it in a quick page.

"Agh...! Ah!" Sakusa shouted out, his voice being drowned out by the sound of the washing machine going ballistic in the background.

She'd attempted a few times to go further, but she couldn't, her gag reflex would stop her. Saliva poured from her mouth, making him more slick and smooth.

Sakusa's baritone voice bounced off the walls, echoing in her ears. 

Suddenly she felt a large hand on the back of her head, it caressed her hair for a moment then grabbed a fistful of it before it forced her head all the way down to the base. She felt something hard ram against the back of her throat. Her gag reflex was about to kick in when he pulled her head back up and then shoved it back down. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mouth completely full and a shooting tickling sensation from her scalp rushed down her spine.

"Fuck..." Sakusa swore sharply.

"M-- mghghn...!" Y/N said, her mouth so full she couldn't even speak properly.

"Fuck...fuck...agh...!" he hissed while he face fucked her roughly.

He arched his neck and thrust his hips against her mouth, pushing himself further down her throat until he finally released himself inside. 

Y/N felt something warm, sticky and salty burst into her mouth, filling every crevice. She tried to escape the taste but she couldn't, there was so much and it just kept coming and coming, shooting down her throat and filling her mouth. Some even came out of her nose since she accidentally inhaled some. 

His grip on the back of her head loosened with the climax and she pulled away, white fluids dripping out of her mouth as she struggled to swallow it. She coughed a few times, trying to catch her breath.

Sakusa's bare chest moist with bubbles, soap and water rose and fell at a rapid pace. He couldn't believe what he'd just done with her. He stared at his fluids dripping from her nose and chin, slithering down in between her breasts, staining her dark bra.

"Y-- you're..." she choked out in shock. "Still hard...!?"

"Y/N..." he groaned, his eyes glazed with arousal and desire for her.

Sakusa stood up, pulling her to her feet as he shoved her on top of the washing machine that vibrated, bubbles shooting out of it. He tore her skirt off along with her underwear and immediately shoved his tongue inside of her. His large hands pushed her down onto her back, one grabbing her breast while his other hand ducked under her knee, posting it onto his shoulder.

His wet hand squeezed and rubbed her chest which was slippery from the soap.

The machine's vibration mixed with Sakusa's tongue made her insides tremble with excitement.

He pulled away, his hand still caressing her breasts. "You taste...good..."

She bit down on the inside of her cheek. "Wh-- I...do...?"

He then leaned in and began sucking on her ear, trailing kisses down to her jaw and neck. She could feel something warm rubbing against her entrance, making a sharp gasp leave her lips in surprise.

He whispered gruffly. "I'm gonna put it in now..."

Before she could answer, he'd already started entering her. She arched her back and turned her face to the side. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear and attempted to calm her down with his gentle voice. His hand gripped onto her leg so tightly it seemed to stop the blood flow to her toes.

Once she'd adjusted to his size, he shoved himself inside fully and began thrusting his strong hips. His hands practically tore her bra off her chest-- both of their bodies rubbing against one another at a moderate pace each time he moved his pelvis. The washing detergent on them made their bodies slick and smooth, making them slip and slide against one another, adding to the pleasure-- along with the vibrating washing machine. It helped not only Sakusa feel double the pleasure but also for Y/N, since when he pushed deep inside her his body would vibrate.

Her hair was soaking wet, sticking to her skin.

Her jaw dropped open and loud moans left her throat.

"Oh...ah..." she sighed, her toes curling.

Sakusa loved the way her voice sounded when he was inside her, stirring her up and making her go crazy.

"Nghh...! Ah! So...good...!" she cried out hysterically.

"You're so tight...!" he hissed through gritted teeth, his lips against her collarbone. "Fuck!"

Sakusa's body was already incredibly sensitive from having climaxed earlier and so he felt himself coming closer and closer to his limit with each second he continued thrusting inside her. Good thing for him though, Y/N was also very aroused from the earlier situation and could feel the same knot forming in her stomach.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers running through his wavy locks of dark hair. Her other hand moved down from his neck and dragged her nails across his pale back, causing bright red scratch marks to appear. When he thrust against her rougher in response to the painful sensation, she dug her nails in further, making him bleed.

"Agh...!" he growled against her flesh and bit down on the side of her neck, sucking on her skin roughly as muffled groans mixed with growls vibrated against her.

Y/N could feel her mind going blank from the pleasure, her body had never felt this way before. It was amazing...

She thought that if things were this amazing if she had sex with others...then how would it feel to be doing it with a man she actually had feelings for, a man she desperately wanted to be with, a man she'd dreamt of for almost three years now.

The mere thought of Kenma made her climax early. She screamed from the sudden feeling, not expecting it to happen so soon. Her back arched and her jaw dropped open, her lower lip trembling in shock.

"Ah...!" Sakusa snarled, still thrusting, getting closer to his own satisfaction.

Before he reached this though, he pulled out of her and immediately began stroking himself roughly. His dark eyes stared down at her bare body already covered in some of his fluids mixed with water and detergent. The face she was making, her mouth wide open, eyes water, back arched and legs spread wide open, her bra torn apart from her body-- it aroused him to such an extent that he actually managed to release himself.

White fluids burst all over her body.

The two stood there for a few seconds, breathing heavily and trying to catch their breaths. The washing machine finally stopped working, leaving them standing there in silence. Loud breathing echoed in the washroom.

Y/N lay there for another few seconds, her eyes widening when she realised she'd successfully seduced a random man into having sex with her. 

She was getting closer and closer to her ultimate goal.

Sakusa helped her out of the washroom and assisted her in clearing herself up. He cleaned himself off as well and grabbed his wet shirt from the washing machine that failed to fully clean his clothes. He sighed to himself but didn't feel very disappointed about this fact since he'd just had sex with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his entire life. He almost couldn't believe it. He kept pinching himself every now and then to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

He stayed in her dorm for another thirty minutes, drying his clothes off in her room with her blowdryer. The man watched her as she got dressed into dry clothes and ran her fingers through her moist hair, trying to dry it off.

"Well, I guess that was a mini shower," Sakusa commented so the situation wouldn't be awkward.

"Yeah, I guess," Y/N let out a short laugh.

Sakusa stopped and stared down at the floor. "Y/N..."

"Hmm?" she turned to him, stretching her back since it ached from the physical exertion a few minutes ago.

"Why did you...want to have sex with me?" he questioned her.

She paused, not knowing how to respond to him or what to say. She couldn't just tell him she only did it to test out her skills and train herself. That would've been far too weird and embarrassing. 

"Because...I like you," she lied, saying those words without even taking a moment to think.

Sakusa's eyes widened in shock and surprise when she spoke those words. Never in a million years did he think she would ever like him or even love him in any type of way. Yet, here she was, telling him straight to his face that she liked him.

"You...like me...?" he gasped.

She nodded with little enthusiasm since what she was saying wasn't true in any form.

Clothes now dry, Sakusa stood up and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her in close to himself. She stared up at him with a perplexed expression on her face when he did this.

"Eh--"

He smiled down at her with a soft grin. "I like you as well..."

"Oh, cool," she just said, not really caring.

He pulled her down onto the bed and got on top of her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, and kissing her skin passionately. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of her flesh. His hands slithered under her shirt and felt her warm skin against his own, his rough fingers caressing her. 

Moving them up to her breasts, he rubbed them softly. "Can we do it one more time..."

"Huh--" she stammered.

"I want to do it with you...again..." he groaned, almost in pain. "I love you..."

His hands cupped her bare breasts in his palms. He pulled her shirt up her chest so he could get a better view of her lovely chest. 

"A...ah...ngh..." she breathed, turning her face to the side on her pillow-- her arms spreading up above her head.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered as he sucked on one of her breasts softly, careful not to cause her any pain. "So...beautiful..."

His dark eyes stared up at her face twisting in pleasure as his skilled mouth worked on her chest. The way he looked up at her made it seem as though he were begging for her to let him in, to allow him to be with her one more time. His tongue lapped against her skin, licking it slowly. 

"S-- Sakus-- a--"

He didn't leave her alone, he just kept going-- switching from one breast to the other and desperately trying to please her with his mouth. Especially when she moaned out his name-- it only gave him more motivation. While he sucked, a low groan vibrated from his throat, reverberating against her breast and making her lower region throb.

"Please..." he pleaded with her. "I love you...so much..."

Y/N felt her heart pound in excitement. She'd never had someone who'd confessed to loving her so much and pleading with her. It felt...so empowering...it made her feel powerful. Even though she didn't like him at all in that way, it still felt nice. 

It made her feel in control. For once. 

"Please..."

He buried his face between her breasts, kissing between them.

"We already did it though..." she huffed.

"You made me hard again..." he whispered weakly.

"I'm really sore though," she told him the truth. "I don't think I can do it again."

A low groan vibrated in his throat.

She sighed. "Fine...I'll...use my mouth..."

He pulled away and his eyes lit up, sitting up, he straddled her torso and unzipped his pants once more. She reached her hand up and began stroking him a few times before she put him in her mouth. Her laying down position made it difficult for her to suck him off since she couldn't really move her head. So instead, he reached down and grabbed her head in both of his hands and started thrusting his hips deep into her mouth.

"F...agh..." Sakusa moaned through gritted teeth.

The bed creaked violently as his pelvis thrust back and forth at a quick pace. 

A dark blush painted his cheeks, he just couldn't get enough of her body. The more he did it with her the more he wanted to do it again and again. Even though he'd had two climaxes already a mere twenty minutes ago, he was already ready to go again. He wished he could've put it inside her again but he didn't mind, since this was just as good.

Staring down at her wide-open mouth taking him in so well, the tears in the corners of her eyes as a result of her gag reflex. 

"Agagnh...! Gah..." she choked every time he slammed into the back of her throat. "Mghfgn...!"

He was an absolute monster.

"You're...so good at this..." he tossed his head back, his wavy locks falling away from his face. "I...can't get enough..."

"Mmmgh...!" she cried out, trying to reply to him.

The veins on his hand bulged tightly from how hard he was holding her head.

"Shit...I'm...coming...!" he shouted, one of his hands slamming down onto the bedframe, grabbing it as the bed shoot. His other hand gripped her hair, thrusting a few more times until he shot his load down her throat. 

Her mouth was so wide open that the fluids all went gushing down, she swallowed every single drop.

Sakusa pulled away and zipped his pants back up, laying down beside her as she tried to catch her breath.

"Geez...h-- how...do you have so much...energy?" she whispered in shock, coughing a few times.

His hand rested on her bare belly, rubbing it and feeling her skin beneath his own.

"Because it's you..." he murmured.

"Eh?"

"I already told you...I love you, Y/N..."

"Oh, right..." she mumbled in response, wiping the saliva from her mouth.

She pulled down her shirt and he pulled it back up again, revealing her breasts and stomach. She turned to him, pouting.

"Why do you keep doing that? It's cold--" she began.

"I love staring at you..." he replied, his hand moving up and caressing one of her breasts. "...and touching you."

"You have an obsession with my boobs or something," she raised a brow at him.

"Yes," he answered, not even holding back.

"Weirdo..." she rolled her eyes.

"I've liked you...for a long time," he said. "I've been watching you for a while. I always tried to keep you safe from those who'd hurt you-- I don't think you remember but the first year you came to the University, there was a man who was bothering you. I managed to scare him into stopping--" he laughed and turned to her-- "I'm so glad...you feel the same way. I'm so grateful to even be here with you--"

"Shouldn't you...get going?" she asked. "I mean, what if you get caught."

"I'll go...but I wanna stay as long as possible," he kissed the side of her temple.

She huffed. "Whatever."

Y/N, KENMA AND NISHINOYA,

decided they would hang out at a haunted house at their nearby amusement park during the weekend. They didn't have any classes and they didn't have much to do either way, so they thought hanging out together for a few hours and doing something a little goofy would be a far better way to spend their day than studying for their exams. 

They arrived outside of the amusement park and got some drinks, eating lunch before they decided they'd finally enter the house. Nishinoya tried to get them to do a few other things before they went in there, since he was scared out of his mind, but Y/N knew this and forced them to go in.

"C'mon..." Nishinoya groaned, hugging tightly onto Y/N's arm.

"You are such a pussy," Y/N huffed.

Nishinoya glared at her. "I am not...my flight response is just on fleek."

"If you think these cheap scares are scary...I don't know what to say to you," Kenma said, walking in front of them. 

A few people dressed in full make-up and clown gear jumped out at them and made scary sounds. Y/N and Kenma just stared at them with unimpressed expressions on their faces while Nishinoya screamed out and flung his arms around Y/N.

"Wow, so scary," Kenma said.

"Fuck you! What if I get a heart attack!?" Nishinoya cried out.

"Sounds like a you problem," Y/N shrugged.

"You can go fuck yourself too," Nishinoya swore at her.

Kenma glanced over his shoulder. "That's so lame. You're really that scared?"

Nishinoya whined and covered his face with his hands when actors dressed as clowns with paint dripping from their faces, hissed at him.

"I hate clowns!" he exclaimed.

Y/N suddenly thought of an idea for how she could scare Nishinoya even more. While he was distracted by the actors, she snuck out from next to him and hurried through the haunted house ahead. She hid in a room in the path ahead and waited there for them to walk past so she could jump out and scare the living daylights out of both Kenma and especially Nishinoya. 

Suddenly a hand clamped over her mouth. Her eyes widened when she felt the rough hand holding onto her lips, stopping her from talking. She craned her neck around and looked over her shoulder, seeing a tall man standing there with hair that stood up in the air. It was dark though and she couldn't quite tell who they were. Only their silhouette was visible.

"Well, well, what're you doing here?" a deep voice whispered in her ear over the loud music.

"Mmfgh...!" she said against his hand.

"You know what, I think, considering how we've suddenly bumped into each other..." the man trailed off in a confident voice. "I think we should start my lesson right now..."

"Mgh!?" she gasped in shock.

"How about we start with some science, hmm?" he hummed.

Y/N realised who it was, Mr Kuroo, her chemistry professor. 

He slowly pulled his hand away from her mouth and began caressing her breasts in an almost loving and tender manner. 

"M-- Mr Kuroo...?" she asked, repressing a moan.

"Hah, you're smart," he sneered cheekily. "So, do you wanna do my lesson now?"

Her heartbeat quickened. "Yeah...why not... Y-- you're already here...so..."

"Eh? But weren't you hanging out with your friends?" he queried.

"Can you stop asking questions?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm the student, not you...mgh..."

"Feisty as usual."

She could feel his body pressed right up against her back. His well-built and broad physique could be felt through her clothes and she wondered how he'd look if he stripped all those clothes off his body. The mere thought of his body mixed with the feeling of his hands fondling her chest made her squeeze her legs together in anticipation of what was to come next. 

She stared down seeing how his large, pale hands touched her so skillfully. Blue veins pressed against the surface of his skin when he squeezed her so tightly, applying pressure with his hands. She bit down on her lower lip, excitement bursting through her entire body as she readied herself for him.

"How about...we do this..." he murmured.

"Huh?"

" How about...I sample some of my DNA inside you?" he whispered in a gruff voice, his lips brushing against her ear, causing her legs to become weak at his words and their implications.

Y/N arched her back and rubbed herself against him, egging him on, pleading with him. She glanced back at him, seeing him sneering in the dimly lit room.

"Do it..." she whined quietly. "Give me your DNA, Sir...!"

He inserted one of his fingers inside her, rubbing her roughly, earning a mewl from her. He pushed her against the door, a light thumb being heard when her body made contact with it. His left hand caressed her breast while his right hand rubbed her on the inside. His surprisingly soft lips planted kisses on the back of her neck. Breathy sighs and moans left her lips, being drowned out by the loud horror music in the background.

They could hear people walking past the room, a few inches from them, screaming and shouting when they got scared by the actors roaming around.

"You're gonna be screaming like that once I'm done with you," he chuckled from behind her.

"Mgh--" she squeaked when he inserted a second finger.

She'd gotten rather used to the feeling of something being inside her since she'd done it twice before. Once with Kageyama and once with Bokuto within quick succession of one another. She now knew what to expect and how it would feel. She also had begun to learn how to mentally and physically prepare herself so it could feel even better for her. 

Not once had she thought that she would be anticipating, with great excitement, what it'd feel like to have sex with her professors. But now...she excitedly waited to see what each professor would teach her in the field. She wanted to know how they'd touch her, kiss her, and caress her.

Once Kuroo was finished preparing her. He unzipped his trousers and she felt something warm pressing against her from behind. 

"Now...I'm assuming you've never done it from the back, have you...?" he said in a low voice, licking her earlobe. 

She shook her head, unable to speak, frightened she might moan out instead.

"Okay, arch your back for me..." he instructed.

She did as he said and arched her back.

"Atta girl..."

He removed his hand from her breast and grabbed the back of her head, pressing her cheek against the door. 

"Now...spread your legs a bit..."

She did as he instructed again.

"Hmm...just right."

His other hand gripped her hip as he positioned her properly, slowly entering her. A sharp gasp left her lips and she allowed herself to revel in the pleasure he provided her. This position heightened her senses and made her feel everything ten times more than she usually did. He let go of her hip and grabbed one of her arms, pulling it back and holding onto it, keeping his other hand on her hair.

"Fuck..." he whispered in satisfaction.

"Mmm...!" she squeaked when she felt him completely sheath himself within her.

Kuroo flung his head back for a few seconds, allowing himself to fully feel the sensation of her body. Her other hand lay flat against the door, steadying herself when she felt him start to move slowly.

People walked by, not knowing what was happening in the room mere inches away from them. They didn't even notice them or anything wrong, they were too preoccupied with the attractions around them.

Kuro started to pick up his pace when he noticed she was comfortable with him. Her body swayed backwards and forwards with each movement from his strong hips. 

"Damn..." he groaned.

"Mgh..." she bit down on her lower lip, trying to minimise the sounds she made as much as possible.

"You're so...tight..." he breathed out heavily.

Her toes curled in her shoes and she arched her back even more, giving him better access to her. His grip tightened on her wrist, pulling her arm back a bit more, cutting off the blood flow to her fingers.

"Faster..." she whined. "I need...more...ah..."

Kuroo's eyes widened when he saw the way she was staring at him with such a lust-stricken gaze on her face. The mere look she gave him let him know how much she needed him right now and how she desperately longed for more. This inspired him and he started quickening his pace.

"Mg-- ngh..." she moaned.

Her eyes widened when she stared through the crack of the door, seeing Kenma and Nishinoya looking around for her. They called out her name, standing right there, not seeing her even though she was so close to them. They had no idea what was happening behind that door and the only thing Y/N could do was stay as quiet as possible while Kuroo blew her back out.

"Mhg... ah--" she stopped herself.

The feeling of him ramming her on the inside, made her entire body tremble in pleasure. She was utterly addicted to the feeling of having someone satisfy her like this. It made her mind go blank.

"Alright...you want more?" Kuroo chuckled. "I'll...give you more...!"

Kuroo quickened his pace, his hips ramming into her in quick succession with each thrust. He wasn't even going at a specific pace or pattern at this point. He just kept going and going. Her body jerked back and forth with each thrust. She tried to stop herself from hitting the door but failed since he was far stronger than her. Her chest and shoulders banged against the door, making a rather loud sound when she failed to cushion the impact. 

"Mmm-- mgmh...ngh...!" she whispered.

"Heh...you're trying so hard..." Kuroo said quietly, leaning down and biting the side of her neck. "It's cute...seeing you struggle...ah...like that...agh..."

She'd done so well up until now. It was just incredibly difficult to keep herself concentrated on something else when Kuroo was hitting her in the right spot. What didn't make her situation any better was that Kuroo had pulled the back of her skirt all the way up her back, exposing her rear as he slapped it over and over again.

Drool formed at the corners of her lips as she stared at Kenma from within the room. Her eyes trailed up and down his body, desire, love, and lust for him throbbing in her heart. She imagined it was him right now that was having sex with her-- it made the entire situation ten times more pleasurable.

Kenma and Y/N's eyes met for a brief second, but he didn't actually notice her. He just looked around and their eyes happened to meet-- it was impossible for him to see her in that dark room.

"H-- hey...did you see that door move?" Nishinoya asked, pointing to the door where Kuroo and Y/N were having sex behind.

Kenma raised a brow, averting his attention onto the door now. "Huh? That one?"

"Yeah! I th-- think I saw it move or some shit!" Nishinoya cried.

Kuroo whispered in her ear. "Isn't this exciting? Oh...! I just felt you tighten..."

"Mmgh...!" Y/N moaned a little too loud when he slapped her rear again.

Kenma tilted his head to the side. "Did you hear that?"

Nishinoya hid behind Kenma. "What? What was it?!"

"I think I heard something," Kenma said.

"No, you're not opening that door!" Nishinoya shouted.

"Eh? Why not?" Kenma asked.

"Cause that's what the dumb people do in the horror movies!" Nishinoya explained to him.

"Ooo...looks like we might get caught..." Kuroo murmured. "How fun... How'd you like your eboy crush to see you getting pounded by one of your Professors?"

"Shut...u-- uh...ah...up..." Y/N whispered back to him, her nails digging into the wooden door.

Kenma stepped towards the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. They were so close that Y/N could smell the cologne on his clothes. Her heart rapidly beat back and forth, shooting blood through her limbs. Kuroo increased his pace, curious to see how she'd react, especially with how close Kenma was to finding them.

Kuroo grabbed her other wrist, holding now both her arms behind her back as he hit her deep in that spot that made her lose all dignity for herself. Within a few seconds of this, Kuroo and Y/N had already reached their limits. He pulled out and climaxed over the floor after she reached her limit before he did. She somehow managed to keep herself deathly quiet during that duration, despite being in pure ecstasy. 

Kenma shrugged. "Guess it's nothing..."

"Come on, let's go find, Y/N," Nishinoya begged. "Maybe she left? Let's leave too!"

"You're such a wuss..."

Y/N collapsed to the floor, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as she inhaled and exhaled quickly.

Kuroo stood over her, buckling up his trousers.

She slowly looked up at him.

"You know...you like to act coy...but you're really one hell of a slut, Y/N."

She glared at him. "What--"

"Don't worry. I love sluts."

Y/N knocked on Bokuto's office door a few times and waited. He didn't answer immediately and when he didn't, she opened the door and barged inside. He was sitting there on the phone, talking with someone on the other end. It seemed to be a serious enough matter since he didn't even open the door. She stood there, waiting for him to finish. He raised his hand, motioning for her to sit on the sofa while he finished the conversation.

"Alright...alright...I understand that but it doesn't give you the right to sleep with my Uncle...!" Bokuto said furiously into the phone.

Y/N was taken aback a bit by what he was saying.

"We're literally going to be married in a week and you pull this shit on me? Fucks wrong with you?" Bokuto snarled. "I did everything I could to make you happy. I bought the house you wanted since I thought we were going to get married, but no, you're not keeping the house..."

Y/N glanced around, feeling rather awkward that she was listening in to a very private conversation. The reason she went to Bokuto was that he was usually very chill and nice, she wanted to get some comfort from him-- especially considering what had happened a mere two hours ago with Kageyama and Yuriko. 

What she didn't expect, was to enter his office and hear him arguing with his fiancee about her cheating on him with his uncle.

"No! I said you're not! I paid for it and you're not going to keep it...the engagement's off. I hope you're happy that you ruined our relationship for some shit reason!" Bokuto shouted into the phone and hung up on her.

He leaned back in his chair, taking his glasses off and tossing them onto his desk. For a few seconds, he sat there, trying to understand why this had all happened to him. 

"Uh...you okay, Mr Bokuto?" Y/N queried.

"No. My Fiancee just cheated on me with my Uncle and is trying to take the house I bought for us, so no, I don't think I'm what you define as 'okay' right now, Y/N," Bokuto huffed in irritation. "Just a week before we were going to get married too..."

"I mean, at least you found out now before you got married, right?" Y/N shrugged.

"Not helping."

She sighed.

"Well, what did you need?"

"Uh...I was wondering if we could do your lesson?" she queried. "I've kinda had a shit day and I just..."

"Oh...well, that makes two of us, I guess," he let out a short laugh.

She squeezed her legs together and bit down on her lower lip, nibbling on it. "I've also...um..."

"Hmm?"

"I've uh..."

"What is it?"

"I had sex!" she exclaimed, her cheeks heating up.

Bokuto's eyes widened and his heart shattered into a million pieces. "W-- with Kenma?"

"No...with...Mr Kageyama..." Y/N mumbled, rubbing her legs together.

"Oh uh...how was it?"

"Really...good..."

"Oh--"

"So, um...you don't have to hold back anymore...I'd like to learn more about...well...sex..." she told him.

Bokuto's Adam's apple throbbed. "You want me to...teach you more about sex?"

Y/N nodded in response.

Bokuto stood up and strode towards where she sat on the sofa. He stared down at her for a few seconds and examined her features, his eyes trailed down to her breasts then to her thighs where he saw her rubbing them together. He began to understand what she meant by this and his heart started racing rapidly. 

Though he was distraught about his fiancee cheating on him, he was suddenly filled with motivation.

"Okay...today's lesson...will be...on the cowgirl position," he said.

She blinked and tilted her head to the side. "Cow...girl?"

He sat down beside her and started explaining it. "So...basically what happens is the woman's on top this time, instead of the man."

"Oh-- how does that work...?"

"Well, I'll show you..." he trailed off as he unbuckled his belt, tossing it aside. 

He beckoned her with his finger to sit on his lap, which she awkwardly did.

"Okay good, both your legs are on either side of mine, good," he nodded as he slid his hand under her skirt, pulling her underwear to the side.

She let out a surprised yelp when she felt something warm pressing against her.

"If you don't mind..." Bokuto said.

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

"It'll hurt a little bit but...you should be alright..." Bokuto whispered to her, grabbing her hips and slowly inserting himself. "Agh...ah..."

She bit down on her lower lip. "Mgh--"

"Shhh...it's alright..." he murmured in her ear, planting small kisses on her neck and jawline which seemed to calm her down.

"S...so...big..." she whined.

A jolt of arousal shot through him.

The pleasure that coursed through her body was like no other. This position allowed for him to penetrate her deeper than Kageyama had-- she could feel him deep inside her. Her lower lip trembled in arousal.

"It's...I can feel it...all...the way here..." she said in an almost drunken manner, placing her hand on her stomach.

Bokuto couldn't help how delicious she looked right now, he barely stopped himself from slamming her into the couch and having his way with her. He reminded himself that she wasn't interested in an older man like him, she was just there to learn. Still, the pleasure she gave him was addicting and like nothing he'd ever experienced before.

"Alright...now...what you're going to do is, you're going to use your hips and legs to move up and down..." Bokuto told her, caressing her hips through her clothes.

"How do I..." she trailed off, a little confused.

"Right now you need to move up, so grab onto my shoulders or my chest, whichever one feels more comfortable to you," he instructed. 

She placed her palms flat against his chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of his suit.

"Use both your legs and hips to move," he said. "Give it a go."

Y/N bit down on the inside of her cheek and did as he instructed, moving her body up using her knees. A sharp breath exited her gaping lips, then she slowly moved back down again. Since she had no idea how to properly do anything like this, she just followed her feelings. If it felt good she continued it-- and this felt rather nice for her, and so she continued.

Bokuto leaned his head back, enjoying the slow pace she was going at. He reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her dark bra clinging to her breasts. His large hands grasped at them, cupping them in his palms as he caressed them.

Low groans of satisfaction emitted from his throbbing throat. "Agh...damn it..."

"A-- ah...am I...mmm-- doing it well?" Y/N asked him, her abdomen feeling tingly.

"Yeah...you are..." he breathed out. "How does it feel...for you...agh..."

"M-- mgh...!" she sighed, her body starting to move faster since she needed more of him. "It's...really...ngh! Really good!"

A smirk formed on his lips and he pulled her bra down, revealing her breasts which bounced up and down each time she moved. He parted his lips, his hot breaths brushing against her delicate skin, making her tremble. He started licking and sucking on her breasts, which caused her body to tingle even more in excitement.

"Ah!" she cried out when he nipped one of her breasts.

He pulled away with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, did that hurt--"

When he gazed into her eyes he could see a glazed expression within them, there was nothing there other than a sense of immense satisfaction and pleasure. Her bratty self was almost completely gone, leaving a young woman who looked addicted to the feeling. No matter how much she moved she still felt like she needed more...and more...and more. It satisfied her but that satisfaction needed to be more.

She started moving faster, making him grunt.

"Sh-- shit! Slow down, I might come--" he stammered.

"Mmm!" she shook her head. "It feels so good...!"

"Shit...! Ah!"

Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, her body bouncing up and down in quick succession. Each time she slammed down on him, he felt a jolt of pleasure shooting through his lower region that scurried up his spine. Even though he knew he should've made her slow down a bit more, he couldn't because of how amazing it made him feel.

"Mgh..." she moaned out, not caring if anyone heard them outside.

"You're really good at this," he huffed, sucking on her neck. "Dammit...!"

His breathing became ragged and heavy, his hands gripping her hips and guiding her up and down.

"Ngh! I...mmm...more...!" she exclaimed.

Their shaky breaths echoed in the room and the couch creaked violently each time she moved. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her into a heated kiss. His tongue entered her mouth and licked every single crevice, leaving no place untouched. Saliva seeped out from the corners of their lips, moistening the kiss. 

Y/N, feeling an animalistic desire knotting in her stomach, pushed Bokuto down onto his back so he was laying down. She placed her hands on his abdomen, applying some pressure to hold herself up, her legs straddling his crotch as she inserted him within her again. 

"Agh...!" Bokuto let out a loud grunt. 

Her hair was a complete mess, tossing all over her face. "Mgh...n...ah...!"

"Holy shit..." Bokuto arched his neck, watching her go at it. 

"So...good...!" she tossed her head back, moving quicker until she finally hit her climax.

"Shit...! I'm gonna--" he managed to pull her off himself just as he also reached his limit. 

Y/N turned to him, watching as he scrambled to clean the couch, hiding that they'd done anything in there. Once he finished, he buckled up his trousers and stood there in complete astonishment at how amazing she was. He'd imagined having sex with her countless of times, he'd always wanted to but never in his entire life did he think she would be this good.

Y/N fixed her clothes and sighed. "How did I do?"

"I'm shocked, really," Bokuto said in disbelief, rubbing the back of his neck. "You're...something else entirely, Y/N."

"Is...that good...?"

"You went a little crazy there but...overall..." he trailed off. "I think Kenma's gonna be pleasantly surprised."

A smile formed on her face when she thought about sleeping with Kenma and for a moment all her problems seemed to disappear.

"You think Kenma will like it?" Y/N jumped up. 

"Well, yeah."

"I can't wait...I really want him..." she sighed.

"Patience is key," he reminded her.

"I know but...I can't help the way I feel about him..." she whispered. "He's always been there for me and I just wish I could...tell him and show him how much he means to me..."

Bokuto's upper lip twitched and all the satisfaction he got from having sex with her immediately disappeared.

"Anyway, thank you, Sir!" she smiled, hurrying out of his office.

Bokuto covered his face with his hands. 

Y/N protested against this but he dragged her the entire way there. Knocking on the door, Kageyama opened it and saw Y/N standing there with the other, her eyes bright red from crying. Ushijima explained the situation to the Principal whose eyes widened in shock when he heard what'd happened between the two women. When Ushijima left, Kageyama just stood in front of his table, a disappointed expression on his face.

There was silence in his office for a good three minutes at the very least, until Kageyama decided to speak.

"Let me get this straight. Yuriko sent you a video of her having sex with Kenma and you, in all your infinite wisdom, decided it would be a fine idea to launch an attack on her?" Kageyama spoke, his voice low and incredibly stern-- he wasn't playing around. 

He was actually very angry.

"At the time...it...seemed like a good idea..." she mumbled.

"And now we don't know whether she's going to press charges or not," he huffed. "But considering you beat her into a bloody pulp and she probably hates you-- I'm going to wager she's definitely going to press charges."

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, hanging her head.

"No, you should really be saying sorry to yourself, not to me," he said. "My future's fine, I have a job, I have a family, I earn money-- my life's set. It's your life that's going to be ruined right now."

"Well, she provoked me!" she raised her voice. "She sent me a video wanting to get a reaction out of me! That's gotta be something--"

"Not in a court of law. Trust me, I studied law, you're frankly, well-- for lack of a better word-- fucked," he said.

"Please, you gotta do something," she begged him.

"Not much I can do," he said sternly. "I have the reputation of my University to uphold. As the Principal and Chairman, all the blame for whatever happens here falls on my neck. Not yours."

She gritted her teeth. "There's no way I'm getting up in jail or getting kicked out of University after I worked so hard to get here!"

"Well, I can't just keep you here after you battered another student," he explained.

"Please! Mr Kageyama-- you have to--"

"I can't. What do you think the higher-ups are going to think about me? Or the investors?"

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Well what's everyone gonna think when they find out that their Professors have been touchy-feely with one of their students?" she tried to threaten him. "And that the Principal allowed it."

Kageyama let out a loud laugh when she attempted to blackmail him. "You know, you've got balls. I'll give you that."

"Fuck you. You have to help me out here or else you're going down with me," she snapped.

"You do realise, no one would believe you anyway," he chuckled. "You've assaulted a student and now you're claiming your Professors were all trying to fuck you and that the Principal allowed it? What an absurd story!"

She bit down on her lower lip, drawing blood.

"All I'd have to do is tell the other teachers to just refute your story and then what? You have nothing else to prove it," he chuckled. "People will think you're spinning a tale out of some erotic fanfiction."

She glared at him.

"Nice try though."

"Ugh! Just come on!" she shouted. "There's gotta be something!"

He looked very unconvinced.

Y/N suddenly remembered all the training she'd received from her teachers, thinking back to everything they told her. All the information they gave her about men, their temperament, their desires, their personality and their interests.

"M-- Mr Kageyama..." Y/N mumbled, her attitude suddenly shifting completely.

Kageyama's brow arched in a perplexed manner.

She approached him and looked up at him, giving him the softest doe eyes she possibly could. Her hand reached out and caressed the surface of his large knuckles, just enough so that he could barely feel the soft touch of her skin.

"Maybe...there is something you can do..." she whispered shyly. 

"Huh?" he stared down at her, confused at how she'd suddenly switched her entire personality. He never knew she could be this way...so seductive...so alluring...so controlling. The way she spoke etched itself into his mind and convinced him to listen to her.

"Maybe it's just that...you're not motivated," she uttered sweetly. "Can I give you that motivation...?"

He let out a breath of air he wasn't aware he was holding in.

"How about we start with your lesson now?" she asked him, reaching out a hand and playing with his dark tie. "What are you going to teach me, Sir?"

He breathed out sharply through his nose, his body trembling at her touch.

She slowly ran her hands up his chest and all the way around his neck, wrapping her arms around him. She pressed her breasts against him and smiled up at him.

"You want to do your lesson with me today?" he questioned.

She nodded slowly.

"What're you going to teach me...?" she asked softly.

His hand grabbed her chin tightly and he stared at her for a few seconds, thinking to himself. Then he suddenly grabbed ahold of her, slamming her against his desk-- pinning her and not allowing her to pull away. His lips smashed into her own as he kissed her roughly with passion and desire burning between them. The sudden kiss threw her off guard and a small squeak of surprise left her lips.

Between kisses he said. "Fine...today's lesson...will be on how to take it...like a good girl..."

"Mgh...!" she moaned against the kiss when she felt his knee rubbing her down there, arousing her.

She'd never experienced this sort of kiss before, not from Suna, Ushijima, Ukai or even Oikawa. Kageyama's kiss felt so different, so raw and overflowing with so much desire that even she could feel it. His tongue entered her gaping mouth and explored it thoroughly, tasting the sweetness of her. 

His large hands caressed her breasts, squeezing them and pinching them in his palms, making her arch her back so he could touch them better. He trailed his hands down her body to her, pulling her pelvis towards his own, grinding against her-- their breaths growing hot and heavy.  Then he pulled her up onto his table, pushing her down and working on unbuttoning her white blouse and pulling down her shorts. He tossed them to the floor and parted her blouse, pulling her bra away and leaving her in her underwear and blouse.

He took a few seconds to stare at her in all her beauty before he immediately began touching her breasts again. While he sucked on the roughly, he slipped his large hand under her panties and gently inserted a finger inside her. 

"Ah!" she gripped the edge of the table.

He kissed her neck hungrily. "Shh...calm down..."

"Mgh..."

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"N...no..."

"Good...you always need to make sure you're ready before you take it all in..." he whispered against her skin. 

He added another finger.

"Ah...!" she sighed.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a surprisingly caring manner-- moving his fingers around so he could loosen her up a little bit.

She shook her head.

He added a third finger.

"Does it hurt?" he asked once more.

"A...a little..."

He nodded to himself. "That's fine."

"U-- uh, is it supposed to hurt?" she questioned.

"A little bit of pain is normal, if it hurts a lot, then that's a problem," he said breathlessly, pulling his fingers out and licking the residue off of them. He started unbuckling his belt as he unzipped his fly.

Her eyes widened. "U-- uh...! It's too big, I don't think it's gonna fit--"

He chuckled at this, finding her inexperience a little funny. "Do you not want to do it anymore? If you're not ready after all your lessons, that's fine I suppose. A little disappointing, but no pressure."

She glared at him and spread her legs for him. "I'm not scared, just do it already."

His heart raced at her answer.

"Well, you definitely picked the best person. I'm the most...experienced."

Kageyama positioned himself and slowly started entering her. He watched her face to make sure he wasn't hurting her in the process. Even though it was her first time, she didn't seem to be uncomfortable or whining about it hurting at all. That was good, he'd successfully loosened her up just enough so that she would have a pleasant experience. He moved very slowly, trying to get her used to his size.

A gasp left her lips at the foreign sensation inside of her. It didn't hurt very much...but there was an odd feeling that radiated through her body, a feeling that she actually...really, really enjoyed. 

"Does it hurt?" Kageyama whispered in her ear in a low voice. "Do you want me to start moving, Y/N?"

Her hands gripped his suit. "Ah..."

He asked her the same question again but she didn't respond, only sighing in response, unable to actually speak. A smirk formed on his face and he licked his lips. He'd imagined this scene over and over again in his mind, thinking about all the things he'd say to her, how he'd touch her, how she'd sound when he was pounding inside her. It was a dream come true.

Taking her moaning as confirmation that she was ready for him to pick up his pace, so that's exactly what he did-- starting to move at a normal speed. She cried out in pleasure and her grip tightened on his clothes, she flung her head back and moaned out loudly. Luckily, Kageyama's office walls were soundproof-- keeping all the sound inside from leaking out.

"Ah, ah, ah...!" moaned to each of his thrusts.

"Agh... Fuck you're so sexy..." Kageyama hissed.

His table creaked as they had sex, knocking the paperwork and the photograph of his family onto the floor. Kageyama's hands slammed down on the table next to her face, his nails scraping against the wood, creating minor scratch marks.

"Ngh...! Mmm--" she moaned when Kageyama kissed her lips, feeling her voice against him.

"That's it..." he whispered when they broke the kiss briefly. "...yeah...stop tightening up-- good, just like that...!"

"Mmm! Ngh-- more...!" she whined.

"Heh...you want more...?" he breathed.

He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled his locks away from his face. 

"Agh..." he groaned in a low voice.

"Uh...huh...mmgh...ngh..." she said weakly.

He smirked. "Beg for it..."

"Ngh...please..." she pleaded with him, her eyes glazed and glassy-- her mind taken over with how good her body was feeling.

"Say it properly..."

"Please...Mr Kageyama..."

"Good girl...!"

He straightened his back and started thrusting into her more roughly, his pace growing faster and faster. Her body was being tossed backwards and forwards as his hands clutched onto her hips, keeping her positioned the right way as he kept going at it again and again. Saliva dripped out from the corners of her gaping mouth when he started hitting a certain thing inside of her that made her lose her mind.

"Please...ah-- please...please...mm..." she kept repeating, her stomach tingling uncontrollably. She started feeling that same sensation she felt the other night with Sugawara at his house.

"Heh...you're close...aren't you?" he sneered.

"Uh...huh...!" she arched her back and spread her legs wider so he could go quicker. "Faster...! Please...Ah!"

"I've never...fucked someone...as good as you..." he groaned through gritted teeth. "Damn it...!"

Y/N finally reached her climax and let out an extended moan. Kageyama pulled out of her when he realised he too was also dangerously close to reaching his limit. While she was still revelling in the mind-boggling feeling of what just happened to her, Kageyama pulled her to the floor. His cheeks had a light red hue to them and his face seemed feverish. Her blouse clung to her arms.

"Suck it...hurry up..." he commanded angrily, grabbing the back of her head.

"Eh-- but I haven't learnt how to--" she began.

"Just do it already...!" he hissed. "You're the only one who came!"

Still rather aroused, she did as he said and opened her mouth, sucking him off as best she could. Even though she was frankly not the best at it and couldn't go very deep or fast, it was still better than nothing and still provided him with enough pleasure to finish him off. When he climaxed, sticky white fluids sprayed all over her.

"Eh-- what the hell is that," she touched some of the stuff that fell on her face, examining it.

Kageyama heaved a satisfied sigh-- he'd never felt so satisfied in his entire life. He hadn't had sex in a very long time so the load he busted was far more than he'd ever done.

Fixing his trousers and buckling them back up again, he stared picking up all the paperwork they'd dropped to the floor as a result.

"Well, how was your first time?" Kageyama asked her, stacking the paperwork on his table.

Y/N sighed, knowing she had to admit the truth to him. "It...it was alright..."

It was better than alright-- it was better than anything she'd ever imagined.

"Anyway, are you gonna help me?" Y/N asked him.

"Now that I think about it-- there are a few things I can do," Kageyama hummed, being a lot more open-minded now to other options.

"You asshole."

"Hey. Manners."

"Why'd you have to jizz all over me..."

He glanced at her as she continued to kneel there on the floor, trying to get all the fluids off of her. He smirked in excitement when he saw how she looked, kneeling there, almost completely naked, hair a mess, covered in his fluids. He grabbed a tissue and tossed it her way which she used to clean herself up.

The door opened and Suna hurried into Kageyama's office frantically.

"I heard what happened with Yuriko and Y/N-- what's our next course of action--"

Suna stopped talking when he saw Y/N kneeling on the floor of Kageyama's room, the only article of clothing being her white blouse which clung to her elbows.

Suna's eyes widened.

"Y/N...?"

SUGAWARA STOPPED HIS CAR,

outside of his house. Y/N glanced out from her passenger side window and when she saw how large his house was, her jaw fell limp. She didn't think a teaching job at a University would pay the bill so well-- at that moment she even considered possibly switching her degree to a teaching one. This was probably the largest house she'd ever seen in her entire life and no matter how long she stared, it just kept getting bigger and bigger.

Sugawara noticed her staring and he let out a nervous chuckle. "You like my house?"

"It's huge...!" she gasped. "I've never seen anything like it!"

"I'm very proud of myself for finally being able to afford one," he smiled excitedly. "Took me ages but it paid off!"

"University really is paying you well, huh," she sighed.

"Mhm. I'm very fortunate to be in this position," he nodded as the two got out of the car and approached his house. 

He fumbled out his keys and opened the door for her, she peered inside and covered her mouth with her hand. They entered the house and he gave her a small tour of the basic rooms such as the living room, bathroom and kitchen. He offered to make her a nice drink but she declined, already having drunk a ton of soda at the cinemas with Terushima.

Sitting down on the large sofa in the living room, Sugawara played with his fingers nervously. It was the first Y/N had seen him or any of the teachers involved in this become nervous. Perhaps the reason for this was his naturally meek personality, she'd no clue in all honesty.

"So...Mr Sugawara, what's your lesson about?" Y/N finally asked him.

"Um..." Sugawara mumbled, playing with strands of his pale hair. "Well..."

She blinked in confusion.

"It'll be on oral," he said.

She squeezed her legs together. "O-- oral?"

He nodded.

"On...you or...me...?" she asked for more clarification on the matter.

"You," he answered softly.

Now she understood why Sugawara seemed so nervous-- merely hearing this made her just as shy as well. She swallowed deeply and stared at her hands, not really knowing where else to look. Staring at him made her feel awkward.

"Ehm..." he cleared his throat, gathering all the confidence he could. "If you don't mind, we'll be starting the lesson now."

She nodded her head. "O-- okay, sure."

"Can you please lay down on your back," he instructed in a soft voice.

She did as he said and lay down. He moved over to her, getting on top of her. His calm eyes stared down at her while she looked up at him, their eyes locking firmly for a few seconds.

"Now...Y/N, I want you to calm down...I feel like you're a little nervous," he told her.

She bobbed her head up and down, replying. "Y...yeah...it's kinda my first time doing this..."

He smiled cheerfully. "Don't worry, you're in good hands!"

For some reason, his happy smile and incredibly calm voice soothed her tense nerves. She still felt nervous but the way he seemed so friendly and caring made her heartbeat drop by a lot, at the very least now she felt a lot more comfortable.

"Now...here's what's going to happen in this situation, you're going to spread your legs for me, please," he explained with patience.

She watched him move down her body until he was at her lower region. He gently caressed her thighs, encouraging her to open her legs. Slowly, she followed the pull of his hands and parted her legs enough so that he could touch her.

"Okay, good job, great, Y/N," he praised her. "You're doing just fine."

She bit down on her lower lip.

"I'm going to take off your underwear now, is that okay?" he asked her.

She nodded as he leisurely peeled away her undergarment, and she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about! You're very beautiful, Y/N," he reassured her, caressing her inner thighs lovingly. "You have nothing to be insecure about!"

She pulled her fingers away from her face a little bit so she could see what was going on. Sugawara gave her a little wave and a small smile, the mole under his eye moving when his lips curved upwards-- as though it were winking at her.

"So now what I'm going to do is, I'm going to start licking you with my tongue, is that okay?" he asked her. 

She nodded again, silent as ever.

"Tell me if you don't like something or if you're uncomfortable and I'll stop," he smiled and lowered his head down.

Suddenly, something warm and soft rubbed against her lower region. The sensation was very new to her that she didn't really know what to think about it. At first, she couldn't even understand what was really happening and didn't really feel anything pleasurable about it, since Sugawara was being very gentle and slow with her to make sure she didn't get startled. But after a minute or two the strokes his tongue gave her turned more firm and quick, giving her a small surprise.

Now since he'd picked up the pace, Y/N felt a bolt of pleasure seething through her lower region all the way up her spine and to the back of her head. She'd never felt anything like it before, the feeling make her let out a gasp in shock and before long she found herself sighing and moaning out. Each time his skilful tongue moved and plunged deeper within her, she could feel her mind going blank with delight. 

"Ngh--" she stopped herself with everything she could.

Mixed with the feeling of his rough hands gently caressing her inner thighs, her body ascended to a new form of lustful pleasure.

Sugawara's grip tightened on her thighs as his body began reacting on its own, making his pants feel tighter by the minute. He stopped licking her for a minute and instead focused on another part of her body that he knew would drive her insane. And he was indeed right, the moment he focused his attention on that very sensitive part, her back arched and her toes curled.

"Ah! Ah...!" she cried out, this was the most pleasure she'd ever experienced-- she couldn't even hide her moans anymore and they left her lips freely. "Mr-- ah...ngh...ngh...!"

Y/N's hands shot to his head and she dove her fingers into his hair, gripping them tightly and tugging at them roughly. This sudden motion stunned Sugawara, but the pleasurable sensation of her tugging at his hair made him groan against her which reverberated in her sensitive region. 

She arched her neck. "Ah...! Mmm--"

Her moans egged Sugawara on and he plunged his tongue further inside her, earning a satisfied sigh from her. Growing ravenous by the minute, driven by his lust and desire for her, he sat up and lifted her up by the waist. Her legs were in the air, and the lower half of her body lifted up to his face as he held her tightly, plunging further and further. This motion allowed him to reach inside her more.

"Mgh..." Sugawara moaned against her.

Y/N suddenly felt something very weird happening to the inside of her body, something she'd never sensed before. There was a heavy and twisting sensation curling up in her stomach, it felt ticklish and like she wanted to release something. It kept getting closer and closer and finally, for the first time in her life, she experienced a climax.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head briefly and her toes curled tightly.

A very loud moan mixed with a gasp shot out of her throat, echoing in the room.

Sugawara's eyes widened when he tasted a warm and sweet flavour bursting in his mouth. It took him a second but he came to the realisation that she'd just reached her limit. He quickly lapped up everything he could, savouring the sweet taste before he wiped his mouth and pulled away from her. 

He stared down at her as she lay there, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Her face was glossy with sweat.

"Wh...what just..." she whispered in disbelief. "What just happened...?"

"Are you alright?" Sugawara asked her with concern. "Would you like some water?"

"No, I'm...fine, it's just..." she stammered. "I've never had that feeling before...what was that...? That was...amazing..."

"Did you enjoy it?" he queried.

She nodded her head. "Y...yeah..."

"You've never had a climax before?" he blinked.

"Is that what that's called?" she huffed.

He nodded. 

"Is...that the lesson?" she asked.

"Well, yes, that's all I'm afraid," he answered. "But now you'll know exactly what to do if Kenma or anyone else wants to do oral on you. There are other positions as well but I thought I'd go for the simplest one for now."

"How did I do?" she queried. "I feel like maybe I shoulda done more or...or...I don't know--"

He smiled:

"You did just fine, Y/N." 

"I have you for today!" Oikawa smirked at Y/N. "This 'Ancient Pyramid of Giza', will be teaching you some important stuff for your Sex Ed lesson today!"

Y/N grimaced at him when he said this, she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't think I want to be taught by you."

"Eh!?" Oikawa gasped.

"I hate your classes for a reason," she said.

"I'm an awesome Professor," he said.

"You're a boring one," she told him.

"Well, too bad, I'm teaching you today!" he exclaimed very simply. "If you don't want me to teach you, then I guess you're gonna miss out on some important things for when you sleep with Kenma."

"You're lucky I'm accepting this, I'm only doing it cause of Kenma," she poked her tongue out at him.

"You're acting as though this benefits me," he huffed.

After a few more minutes of the two arguing and bickering in the classroom, they finally stopped and moved onto the lesson he was going to be teaching her. Before they began, he made sure to lock the door so no one would accidentally walk in and see what they were doing. Then, he turned to her, a broad smirk plastered across his face. Finally, it was his time to put her in her place.

"So, what're we doing?" Y/N asked, tapping her foot on the floor.

"Okay, well, since you're a virgin and have no sense of anything to do with sex," Oikawa began.

"Oi!" she shouted. "You old asshole..."

"...I'm going to teach you certain parts of your body that feel good to touch, since Ukai taught you places to touch for men, I'll teach you a little bit about yourself," Oikawa said, walking towards her slowly. 

His veiny hand reached up to his forehead, pulling his brown locks of hair away from his face. 

"Why do you look so dumbfounded? Didn't know you had places on your body that feel good to touch?" he chuckled, standing in front of her, pinning her between himself and the desk. "Wow, I think you might be more of a virgin than Mary."

"Sh-- shut up..." she muttered in embarrassment, turning her face away from him. "I don't care about sex or whatever... Ugh, just do your job already and teach me! Old idiot..."

"Okay...we'll start slow..." he said, eyeing her up and down, his hands gripped the sides of the table, now allowing her to go anywhere. 

He leaned in so close that she could smell his cologne clinging to his neck. He lowered his head so that his lips made contact with her neck-- a sudden shiver bolted through her spine when she felt the foreign sensation of his skin pressed against her own.

"Uh--" Y/N stuttered, not knowing how to react.

"The neck is a really nice spot that women love," he murmured against her skin, trailing his lips up and down her jugular. 

Just when she'd gotten used to the sensation of his soft lips, he suddenly opened his mouth and licked her skin. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to understand the peculiar feeling of his warm tongue lapping up and down her flesh.

"They like to be licked there...touched there...and kissed there" Oikawa trailed off, starting to kiss her throat, slowly taking his time to look for her sweetspot. "Tell me if you feel a tingling sensation when I kiss a certain spot..."

Y/N gritted her teeth, the muscles in her neck tensing with each kiss he planted on her skin.

"Hmm..." he hummed, his deep voice vibrating against her.

 When he noticed she wasn't responding very well to the kissing, he decided to turn it up a notch. He parted his lips again and this time bit down on her neck-- not hard but with slight force where it would leave a small bite mark. An audible gasp left her throat and he began sucking on her neck, moving to different parts of her neck to see which section made her feel the best.

Then he found it.

A yelp left her lips. "Ah!"

He smirked against her skin and instead of letting her go so he could explain further about the lesson, he thought he would spend a few more minutes teasing her. So that was exactly what he did, abusing that spot which gave her the most pleasure.

"Ah...agh...!" she sighed softly, unable to control her moans.

Oikawa's nails dug into the table, his biting and nipping increasing in force until he finally pulled away from her. He licked the saliva off his lips and smirked at her when he saw how heavy she was breathing.

"So, that's what's called a sweetspot, on the neck at least," Oikawa told her smugly. "Seems like yours is very sensitive, huh..."

Her cheeks burned. "Cause I've never had that done to me before!"

"Oh?"

"I-- it's not because of you..."

"Now, the next place on your body is...your breasts," he said and almost immediately his hands shot up to her chest, grabbing ahold of her.

A surprised squiek escaped her mouth.

"I think this ones a no brainer, of course women like it," he laughed. "And you're no different it seems..."

She turned her face away from him, unable to look him in the eyes while he stared at her so smugly as he touched her like that. Despite not looking, she could still feel the immense pleasure that came from him fondling her breasts through her clothes. His grip started off rather light but then he became more rough, squeezing her and caressing her.

"But you know...there's one part which feels even better, do you know which part it is?" he queried.

"I don't know..." she mumbled, her chest rising and falling at a rapid paceas she breathed.

His hands slithered under her shirt and even under her bra. It was the first time in her life where a man had touched her there with his naked hands against her bare chest. His fingers were rough, scraping against her supple skin-- but it surprisingly felt very appealing to her. Then his thumb grazed over one of her nipples, causing her to squeeze her legs together from the pleasurable sensation.

A low sound of intrigue vibrated in his throat when he saw her reaction. 

"You know...some women can actually climax just...by being touched there..." he whispered in her ear as he gently pinched them and caressed them with his rough fingers.

"Eh!?" she gasped.

"Do you...want me to make you cum...?" he chuckled.

He suddenly got down on his knees in front of her, pulling her shirt all the way up, along with her bra-- revealing her breasts. His eyes widened for a second-- he'd honestly dreamt of this moment over and over again...to see what she looked like beneath all those clothes. And he had to admit...he wasn't disappointed.

"Whoa-- uh!?" she panicked. "I've never really-- shown a guy my body before!"

His tongue lapped across one of her breasts. "Hmm? So...this old Professor that you hate so much...is the first to see your tits?"

Heat rose from her neck all the way up to her cheeks. "Shut up...you're so stupid-- a-- ah! Ngh...! Mmm...!"

Oikawa cut her off by suddenly sucking on her breasts, his hands wrapped around her waist and moving down to her rear where he grabbed her ass tightly. He caressed it and pinched it with his fingers, causing her body to go into overdrive from tons of new sensations flooding her mind. The sight of her moaning and gasping, the way her hands would grab onto his broad shoulders or his hair made him so excited. 

He'd waited so long to shut her up and finally he did it. He wished he could go even further with her and discipline her more, but right now wasn't the time for that. So he had to make do with what he could do right now. 

He smirked up at her, his light pink tongue licking her nipple. "Oh? Now you're quiet..."

"Ah...ngh..." she moaned, unable to actually form a coherent sentence.

"You also like to be touched on the ass, don't you?" Oikawa murmured, kissing the valley between her breasts. His eyes snapped up to her face, taking in her features and expression. "How about...the front..."

His hand still on her rear, his other one moved to the front where it ducked under her skirt. His fingers brushed against her, causing her body to flinch.

"Hmm...you're really sensitive, aren't you?" he sneered, rubbing her firmly. "I don't think you can be a little bitch to me after I've seen you like this..."

"Shut...ngh...up...!" she hissed.

"I mean...look at how horny you are..." he smirked. "And for a Professor you say you hate."

"I do--"

"I thought I was an old man..." he chuckled, his mouth returning to her breasts again, sucking hard as his tongue lapped against her nipple. A low groan was emitted from his mouth, vibrating against her body, making her head lull backwards.

"I...I..." she breathed, wanting to say something back to him, but couldn't. The way his hand pleasured her lower region and rubbed her so well made her unable to reply.

Her fingers dove into his hair, gripping him tightly and only making him groan and grunt further at the feeling of his hair being pulled.

Just when she was about to feel her first ever climax, Oikawa knew, and pulled away. He stood up and licked his lips, staring down at her flushed face with triumph glowing in those smug eyes of his.

"I don't think you have the right to be so cruel to me anymore, Y/N," Oikawa sneered, fixing his tie and dark brown sweater.

He grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him while she tried to catch her breath.

"Wh-- why did you...stop..." she whispered shakily.

His eyes stared at her body before meeting her gaze again.:

"When you're with me, there's one thing you're gonna learn, Y/N, and you're gonna learn this the hard way," he told her sternly.

"H...huh..." she said, still dazed.

"I'm not going to let you cum until you're a good girl..."

THE MUSIC WAS BLARING IN THEIR EARS,

Their bodies were pressed against one another and even though they were both clothed, they could feel each others heat radiating off the other— cumulating and becoming incredibly hot. Their hands caressed each other, their lips were locked onto one another…and in that moment while they engaged in this act together, they were one.

Y/N’s lower half grinded down on Gojo and his hands gripped onto her round hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. Her underwear was dripping wet from the arousal of Gojo’s body and the way he touched her.

He nipped her lower lip and stared up at her, even though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could tell he was watching her facial expressions closely, deriving deep pleasure from the way she moaned. 

Especially whenever her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he touched her in certain places.

“Ah…Gojo…!” she moaned out his name.

“Hah…naughty girl,” he sneered. “You like doing this sorta stuff in public?”

“The door’s locked right?” she asked, peering down at him from beneath her droopy eyelids.

A smirk formed on his lips and he moved in closer, his lips brushing against the side of her neck. He planted a small kiss before pulling away briefly, licking his lips, a mischievous look on his face.

“You don’t want it to be locked?”

“Eh? No, I do.”

“Would you like it to be unlocked?” “E— eh!?”

“Want me to unlock it…?”

“Gojo…” she whined.

“Do you want me to open it a little bit?” he whispered in her ear. “Maybe someone’s waiting for us to open it so they can watch you…”

“Gojo…stop that,” she gently slapped his shoulder, feeling her cheeks warming up. She couldn’t believe how things had turned out like this when they’d just gone out together to have fun, eat a little bit and enjoy some karaoke. Not that she minded much.

“Maybe…” he trailed off. “You’d like that…”

“No way,” she said, turning her face away from the embarrassing things he was saying to her.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to stare at him as his other hand pulled her underwear to the side. Her back arched and a loud moan left her lips as he started thrusting into her. Her thighs tightening against him while she attempted to keep herself steady on top, but found it difficult from the way he moved his hips so roughly.

“Ngh…! Ah!” she gasped out

Y/N gripped onto his shirt, her knuckles becoming discoloured due to how hard her fingers were grasping onto him. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head from how skilfully he was hitting all the right places inside of her.

“Ah…ah…” she bit down on her lower lip.

The music thumped in her ears.

“Come on, we came out for karaoke,” he breathed heavily, sweat pouring out from his pores. “Sing…”

“What…?”

“Sing…”

“I—”

“It’s Ariana Grande, isn’t she your favourite?” he chuckled, licking the saliva from her chin.

The music started and Y/N couldn’t exactly think straight from the mind-boggling pleasure that coursed through her body from the deep satisfaction Gojo provided her. So at this point, she didn’t really care.

“I…I’ve been here all night…ah— ah…” she attempted to sing as best she could despite Gojo still going at it, even quickening his pace.

“Hmm…good girl…” he laughed.

“…and…”

“Go on…ah…”

“…and boy you got…mmm…me walking side to side, ngh…” she moaned.

This made Gojo chuckle and he pushed her down onto the sofa, getting on top of her this time and continuing where he left off. Leaning down, he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, kissing her supple flesh whilst his hands moved across her body— touching her everywhere and committing each curve and edge to his memory.

“You feel so good…” he murmured in her ear.

“A— ah…” she bit down on her lower lip.

“You can be louder…no one’s gonna hear you over the music,” he stated.

Soon, the two had both reached their climax together. Collapsing beside one another they lay there staring up at the dimly lit ceiling with flashing colours and lights, the music switching to another song.

“Wanna go for round two?” Gojo sneered.

“No, I wanna do some karaoke now,” Y/N shook her head.

“Ugh…so boring…I’d rather hear your moans over the music than your singing,” he shrugged.

“You’re an asshole, Gojo.”

“I know. But you love that.”

“Nope.”

Y/N SNUCK OUT OF HER BEDROOM,

for the night. Ever since she admitted to Aiku's team that she still liked them, they invited her to stay in her room for the night if she didn't want to go back. Her room had stayed the exact same since she left. They hadn't taken anything out of it or added a single thing to it either. She was kinda stunned that everything stayed the exact same as when she'd left. It made her feel...happy, in a way.

She ventured through the dark house, making her way down the stairs and past the living room where she saw the kitchen in the distance. Opening the door, she snuck inside and opened the fridge, looking inside. She suddenly was craving a midnight snack and decided she'd grab one from the kitchen before she went to sleep.

While she looked through it, she heard footsteps behind her. She squealed, hitting her head on the fridge when she pulled away with a bowl of ice cream. The man behind her yelped out in shock as well, slipping against the smooth tiles and bumping into the counter behind him.

"What the!?" the man stuttered.

"Sorry!" Y/N stammered in embarrassment. "I--"

The man had ginger hair and a firm build. He wore short pants and that was about all, he didn't have a shirt on. It took Y/N a few seconds to realise who it was but when she did, her jaw dropped open-- especially when she noticed his bare torso and she could feel her cheeks burning with heat at the sight of his body. Her eyes gazed at him up and down, eyeing his sturdy muscles that tightened when he pulled himself to his feet.

"K-- Kunigami?" she whispered.

"You're grabbing a midnight snack too?" he asked, pointing to her ice cream.

She nodded, stirring the ice cream around with her spoon-- feeling embarrassed that he'd caught her.

"Hey, no need to feel shy about it," he chuckled, he approached the fridge and started taking out a few slices of cake they'd saved. He closed the door, a mischievous smirk on his face as he immediately began devouring the cake, leaving some icing on his cheeks.

Y/N stared at him in surprise, seeing how he shamelessly ate it in front of her. It kinda gave her confidence to eat in front of him without any restraint. She picked up some of the ice cream in her spoon and ate it, glancing up at him-- he smiled at her encouragingly.

"You want anything else?" he queried.

"But...won't the others notice?" she asked.

He snickered. "They never notice when I do it!"

She let out a short laugh and shook her head. "No, no, I'm fine. I just wanted a small snack. I dunno, I felt a little hungry."

"Hmm, okay, suit yourself!" he shrugged, grabbing a few other things and setting them out on the counter. He rubbed his hands together in excitement, his eyes snapping back and forth between the delicious goods set out in front of him. He couldn't decide which one he wanted to eat.

Y/N stood there, eating her ice cream while she watched him stuffing his mouth with all the food. She just wanted a light snack before she slept, she couldn't imagine eating everything he was. It surprised her how he just kept shoving more and more food down his throat. At this point, she felt rather stunned at how he just kept eating more and more. When she thought he'd finally stop, he just kept going.

"Geez...is it because you're a man or cause you're an athlete?" she asked.

"Hmm?" he turned to her, cheeks bulging, stuffed with sweets.

"How do you eat that much?"

"I dunno."

"Great answer--"

He laughed. "Good to see you're still as sassy as ever."

"You missed that, didn't you?" she tilted her head to the side.

"Maybe..."

"Anyways, still not a great answer to my question before."

"What else am I supposed to say?"

"I dunno, a satisfactory answer maybe?" she queried.

"Hmm, maybe it's cause I don't get to eat this kinda stuff often," he thought aloud. "We're usually on one hell of a strict diet. So we rarely get any cheat days where we eat whatever we want. Baro makes sure of that, he sometimes locks away the food so we don't stuff ourselves with junk food."

"Damn," she gasped. "I can't imagine being on such a strict diet..."

He glanced at her up and down, swallowing the food. "Ehm...well...you look good. You don't need to be on a diet..."

She blinked and pinched her stomach. "Hmm...I feel like I've gained a little bit of weight--"

He almost choked on the food in his mouth. "No! You look perfect!"

"Oh--"

"A bit of weight on women...looks good..."

She leaned in, finding his cute attitude rather appealing. "So...what're you saying?"

"I'm not saying you're fat or-- anything!? I'm just saying...you look perfect as you are," he mumbled.

She giggled quietly, her hand slithered to his chest, feeling his rough skin beneath her fingers. His eyes widened when he felt her hand resting comfortably on his body-- for a moment he thought he was dreaming. He never, in a million years, expected Y/N to actually make a move on him. Especially considering what happened between her and their team.

"You sure about that?" she asked him in a sultry tone.

"Uh--"

"Why not have a look first?" she whispered in his ear, her warm breath brushing against his face. "...before you decide..."

The sweet aroma of the ice cream still lingered on her lips, making her seem ten times more appealing to him.

She really was insanely good at seducing men.

Kunigami felt his body being pulled by her seductive nature, she was infiltrating his mind and convincing him to give himself to her and satisfy his and her desires. He never realised just how much he longed for her until now...until she stood in front of him, enticing him with her body and the pleasures it could provide him.

He swallowed deeply, his throat throbbing at the idea of seeing her bare body standing in front of him. It was only something he'd fantasised about before in dreams, he didn't think about how he should respond to her if the time actually came.

So he did the only thing he knew-- he grabbed her chin in his strong hand, kissing her lips. His tongue immediately dove into her mouth, tasting her tongue against his own-- he could sense the chocolate ice cream flavour still in her mouth-- transferring to his own. It only made him hunger for her even more. Their tongues were slippery and smooth against one another, her warmth filling his body and vice versa.

She stumbled backwards, overwhelmed by how forward he was with it, however, her body got trapped between him and the counter. His lips left her mouth as he started kissing her neck, his eyes looking up to her face, watching her arching her neck in pleasure.

"Hold on, tiger..." she laughed, placing her gentle hands on his shoulder.

He stopped, obeying her command.

"Let's go to your room..." she murmured. "I don't think a kitchen is very romantic."

He nodded, grabbing her wrist in his hand as he pulled her along with himself up the set of stairs-- past the other rooms of his teammates and finally to his own. He flung open the door, filled with excitement and anticipation. The two entered and he quickly slammed the door shut again, his eyes gleaming like a faithful dog.

"Wow, someone's eager..." she gasped.

"Sorry...I just..." he trailed off.

She bit down on her lower lip, pulling her shirt up her body and revealing her bra. "Why don't you have your desert now...Kunigami?"

Kunigami's mouth involuntarily started watering at the sight of her soft skin. His eyes couldn't stop looking at her breasts. He felt slightly frustrated that her bra was in the way, blocking him from seeing her true beauty.

He pushed her down onto the bed, getting on top of her. His large hands began taking off her clothes, fumbling a few times and getting stuck on the buttons. But once he got all those pesky clothes off and stared at her bare figure laying there in front of him, an insane hunger and desire started swelling up in his stomach. It was something he'd never felt before.

His lower region started to become harder and harder at the sight of her body. He cursed his weakness as a man-- he desperately wanted to make her time with him incredibly pleasurable. He didn't want to satisfy himself and then move on, no...that wasn't what he wanted at all. So he stopped himself from ending the experience there, he wanted to prolong this as much as he possibly humanly could.

"You're..." he trailed off.

"Hmm?" she hummed, staring up at him with intrigue.

"You're perfect..." he choked out.

"Everything you dreamt of?"

"Everything I dreamt of and more...!"

Her knee brushed against his crotch and her eyes widened. "No way-- you're...hard already?"

His cheeks were bright pink, even in the darkness of his bedroom she could see his bashfulness.

"Uhm...yeah..." he mumbled.

"You really want me that bad, Kunigami?" she whispered, extending a hand up to his face and caressing his cheek.

He nodded his head up and down quickly.

"Okay, sure, I'll give you what you want if you make me feel good first," she smirked.

She parted her legs, giving him a little bit of a view of what was to come if he gave her what she wanted first. His throat throbbed when he swallowed, his eyes staring at her with shock. She giggled and hastily closed her legs tightly when he tried to touch her.

Her hands smoothly ran across her body, tempting him. "What did I say...Kunigami?"

"H-- huh...?" he blinked in a daze.

"Repeat what I said..."

"You said you wanted me to make you feel good first."

"Good boy...yes..."

Sweat formed on his forehead and he breathed in sharply.

"Then...can I touch you now...?" his hands itched desperately wanting to feel her body beneath them.

"Go ahead..."

Wasting no time, he immediately grabbed at her breasts, feeling their fullness beneath his fingers. He squeezed them gently, making sure not to hurt her since he knew how much stronger he was than her. His eyes occasionally looked up at her, making sure he was touching the right places on her body. He wanted to maximise the sensations for her.

Leaning down, he kissed the side of her face, moving down her jawline to her throat where he stared searching for her sweet spot. His tongue lapped against her soft skin, tasting the sweetness of her beautiful body. Then he moved to her collarbone where he began sucking and nipping on her sensitive skin, within a minute or two she already started making sounds of approval. He felt rather proud of himself for having found the spot so quickly.

"Ngh..." she tried hiding her moan but failed when she felt his agile tongue licking her skin, tickling her.

"Y/N..." he murmured against her, his teeth grazing her flesh.

His hands left her breasts, moving down her body to her abdomen. His skin felt so coarse and rough against her own, it was so new and foreign to her but she loved the scratchy feeling of it skimming over her physique. Her back arched slightly, pushing herself closer to his touch.

Kunigami found this so sexy, he couldn't get enough of her.

His hands slipped down to her lower region, caressing her and rubbing her in a circular motion. Her eyes widened and her hips bucked upwards into his touch, begging for more from him. While he did this, he continued to kiss and suck on her collarbone. She felt his strong body pressed against his own, his perfect muscles brushing against her bare torso.

Kunigami's fingers then plunged inside her, first with only one finger, making sure she wouldn't feel too bothered by it. He continued to stroke her with his thumb while his index finger curved inside of her. His lips felt the vibrating sensation of her moans echoing in her throat.

"Do you like that...?" he asked, breathing heavily.

"Y-- yeah..." she whined.

"Do you want more...?"

"M-- mhm...!"

He applied a little bit more pressure with his thumb and then added a second digit, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer to her body. Her legs spread wider, allowing him better access to her. She rolled her hips against his thumb, applying enough movement to satisfy her.

His large fingers moved in and out of her at a moderate pace. Each time he pushed them inside her he would curl them upwards so they would hit a certain spot inside her that made her body turn to jelly. Every time he did this a mewl of overwhelming emotion rose up through her-- the tips of her fingers dove into his bright ginger hair, grabbing at it and tugging. The tugging sensation shooting through the base of his skull aroused him.

"Please..." he begged, increasing the pace of his fingers.

"Ah--"

"Y/N, haven't I made you feel good enough?" he asked. "Please...can I...go inside you now?"

Her grip tightened on his hair, his lips grazed the side of her neck.

Right when she was about to climax, he pulled his fingers out, preventing her from reaching a release. He wanted for them to reach their climax together, he didn't want her to feel good without him.

She groaned. "Ugh..."

"Can I...?"

"Hurry up..." she let go of him allowing him to straighten his back.

When he got his answer from her, a sudden energy took over his limbs, making him move quickly. He pulled off his pants and boxers, revealing his incredibly large and aroused state.

"Uh...do you want me to get a condom or are you on the pill--"

"You're so annoying...I'm already on birth control, hurry up...!"

"Oh! Uh...sorry I didn't know!" he blurted his words out.

Y/N didn't really understand what was happening to her, she hated how long he was taking. Her body felt so warm on the inside and she couldn't wait any longer. She longed and yearned for him so much, she was practically going insane-- she just wanted him to take her already and the only thing he was taking was his sweet time.

"Kunigami...!" she whimpered.

The soccer player paused when he listened to her voice so desperate.

"Please..." she breathed heavily. "Just...do it...I can't..."

He held his breath, his lower lip trembling in disbelief.

"I can't take it...anymore..."

Kunigami positioned her on her side, his strong hands grabbed one of her legs, pulling it straight up and resting it against his shoulder. He placed himself at her entrance, one of his hands gripping around her leg while his free one held onto her hip. His hand squeezed her hip in his palm, earning a surprised gasp from her as he slowly started entering her.

His sheer size and the foreign feeling of his body pushing into her made her face press deep into the pillow. Her jaw dropped open, moaning loudly until he finally sheathed himself inside her fully.

"You okay?" he glanced down at her.

"M-- mgh...mhm..." she could barely speak.

Giving her a minute to adjust, he started slowly moving his hips. He went far deeper than his fingers ever could, pushing against the deepest part of her body, making her teeth bite down on her lower lip in order to stop herself from crying out. The sight of her clinging onto the pillow for dear life as he continued to move his hips slowly made his heart race in excitement. The fact that his body was making her feel like this and how he knew how to make her look so desperate for him-- all felt like such a beautiful dream.

"You're doing good...you're doing good..." he repeated softly.

"Heh...you're going easy on me, aren't you?" she huffed.

He raised a brow at her. "Do you...want me to go harder?"

"No-- uh well...not yet! Gimme a second..." she mumbled.

"Hmm?"

The hand on her hip moved to her breast, caressing her and grabbing at her. His finger brushed against her nipple, earning a stifled groan from her lips which she clearly attempted to hide from him. A small smirk tugged on his face and he pulled his hips away from her briefly, hearing her sigh in relief since she felt her body getting closer to a climax and she didn't want to give him the delight of hearing her climax so early.

However, as his hips returned to her, he slammed them harder than ever, making a yelp of shock leave her lips. Her body jerked forward but because he was holding onto her leg tightly, he managed to pull her back towards himself, meeting his pelvis again as he started to thrust into her at a quicker pace.

Y/N's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt a familiar knot forming in her abdomen.

"No...no...ngh...ah...no...!" she sobbed, her nails gripped onto the pillow. "Not...yet...!"

Kunigami loved her whimpering, it made him want to go even harder on her just so he could hear the range of sounds she'd make.

"Heh..." he let out a short laugh. "Are you close...? Already?"

"Ah! Agh...!" drool seeped out from the corners of her lips and onto the pillow. "No! N... I'm not...!"

"We'll see...about that...!" he grunted and shoved himself further inside her trembling body, his hips practically smashing against her own. Each time he did so, her body would jolt away from him but his arm would keep her in place, making her unable to leave his side.

She didn't believe he was continuously getting further inside her with each movement of his body.

"You're so...warm..." he huffed.

"Ngh...! Ah!" she squealed, unable to control her voice-- climaxing finally.

"Tsk...I'm not done with you yet..." he whispered gruffly. "Don't get winded."

"I...I'm...ngh...not...wind...ed..." she said in a weak voice, her hand falling limp to her side-- the strength immediately sapped from her body, leaving her completely at the mercy of Kunigami's strong physique.

"Good...cause I'm not done with my desert yet..."

"D-- desert...!? Ah--"

"Yeah, that's what you said, right? Remember..."

Because she'd just climaxed, her body was incredibly sensitive and yet he just kept going. He removed his hand from her breast and started rubbing her down there, applying a firm amount of pressure, matching his movements with each thrust of his hips.

Y/N didn't know how she could go back to living a normal life after she'd experienced sex with men like Noa, Chris and Kunigami. Her mind had been utterly ravished by them, leaving her unable to think about anything else. She wanted more...more...and more from them. Her body started to grow accustomed to their figures and their sizes, making her desperately yearn for more. These men were at a completely different level. The strength, power, ability and skill they possessed were like no other man she'd ever slept with. She started to wonder how the others would feel inside her, how they would fuck her and how many more times she'd climax.

"Mgh..." Y/N moaned, her voice hoarse from how much she'd moaned out Kunigami's name.

"Agh...you're amazing...Y/N..." Kunigami croaked. "You've been holding out for twenty minutes...ah...I'm impressed."

"Mmm--" her toes curled in ecstasy.

Her brain became captivated at the thought of how Bachira would hold her, how Isagi would grab her, how Chigiri would touch her body, how Gagamaru would kiss her, how Shido and Baro would ram her from the inside, how Raichi, Nagi, and Reo would pull at her hair and how Sae and Aiku would tug her body around like a doll...

This feeling...was so addictive.

"You're moaning louder..." he whispered in her ear, his nails digging into her thigh that was pressed against his muscular chest.

She gritted her teeth, desperately trying to retain the sliver of pride she had left.

"I wonder..." he trailed off. "How many times have you come already...?"

"I...don't...know..." she choked out.

"Why don't you count for me...hmm?"

A whimper left her lips. "I...agh...can't..."

"Why not?"

"Ngh--"

"Come on, Y/N, you can speak, can't you?"

"Ah..." she breathed shakily.

"Tell me why you can't tell me..." he whispered.

He increased his pace even more. Sweat poured out of his pores, the physical exertion starting to weigh him down slightly. He usually wouldn't get tired from this, since he was a soccer player and was trained to run for long periods at a time. However, the sheer excitement and the way his heart was beating so quickly had an impact on this.

"Go...god...I'm going...insane..." she lay there motionless, her mind flooding with pleasure-- drowning her in it.

"Why are you going insane...?" he asked. "Y/N?"

He wanted more from her...more...he wanted to hear her scream his name, to cry out for him, to see just how much more desperate she could get. Her body shot back and forth with each thrust of his powerful hips. The muscles in his body clenched and flexed tightly.

"C...cause...I feel..." she said with ragged breaths. "...s...so...full...!"

Y/N could feel herself slowly changing...and turning into a hoe for Kunigami.

And for some reason, she didn't seem to mind it. As long as she could be with him and feel this sensation inside of her...nothing else mattered.

Kunigami groaned loudly, unable to stop himself from climaxing a bit earlier than he would've liked. But how could he stop when she'd just said such lewd things, any man would've had the same reaction to her. He burst all over her chest, covering her in his fluids. The sudden warm feeling on her cold body shocked her for a second.

"Hah..." Kunigami breathed, his hand caressing the outside of her thigh.

"Wh...what just..." she said quietly, seeing stars.

He frowned. "Damn it...I came too early..."

"Almost thirty minutes...is...ah...early to you...?" she whispered.

He glanced down at her, hovering over her. "Uhm...is there any chance we could go for round two?"

She blinked. "Are you trying to kill me with your dick?"

"Wha-- no!"

"You really think I can go round two after that?"

"I'm sorry, did I go too hard-- do you want some water--"

"I want some sleep, that's for damn sure."

"You sure you don't want anything--"

She poked his cheek. "No. Your dick was seriously way too big, I just needa sleep."

His eyes widened, thinking he'd hurt her. "Oh no-- I'm sorry I didn't mean to...was it bad?"

"I...idiot..." she looked away from him.

"Huh..."

"It...wasn't bad..."

He cocked his head to the side. "It wasn't? Then..."

"It was...really...really good…"

"AH...! NGH...M-- MMM...!"

Y/N moaned out as Chris rammed into her from behind. Her back was arched, taking pleasure in the way he moved inside of her. His calm eyes were glued onto her body then flickered up to the mirror in front of them, watching as her face twisted in excitement. Her breaths shot out her body with each thrust from his strong hips. His hands gripped onto her hips tightly, nails digging into the fabric of her sundress.

"You're so hot...!" Chris grunted, his cheeks burning at the sight of her and the sounds she was making.

"Ah...faster...hurry up," she sighed.

"Tsk, why're you trying to get this over this so quickly, hmm, love?" he whispered in her ear, kissing and sucking on her earlobe.

"Cause...someone...ngh-- might see...!" she struggled to finish her sentence.

He let out a breathy laugh. "Now why would I wanna finish quickly when I got me a sexy woman here? I'm not gonna be faffing about."

Her fingers gripped the sink in front of her, trying not to look at herself in the mirror in front since she felt so ashamed at the faces she was making. 

"Ah...!" she choked out. 

A loud moan emitted from her throat when he started hitting a certain part of her. He noticed this and took little mercy upon her. He continued slamming into her, knocking against the most sensitive regions within her and making her eyes widen with each movement. 

"Agh... You're so good..." he kissed the side of her neck slowly, leaving a thin trail of kisses down to her shoulder and collarbone.

His hand slapped her bare rear, making her body jump at the surprising sensation.

"H-- hey!" she gasped.

"What?" he asked.

"N...ngh...no slapping..." she moaned out.

A smirk pulled on his lips. "Oh?"

"I...I don't like it," she said.

"Dunno, you don't seem too gutted by it..." he sneered and gave her another slap. "Do you, love?"

She bit down on her lower lip, desperately trying to stop herself from moaning out. 

"Hmm...you almost moaned there, didn't you?" he whispered gruffly in her ear, his deep British accent being the only thing she could hear. "Agh..."

His hand made contact with her rear again, leaving a handprint on her. An exhilarating sensation burst through her body and she could feel herself getting closer to her climax with each slap of his hand.

She absolutely didn't want to give Chris, of all people, the idea that what he was doing felt good. Even though, he most likely knew she liked every single bit of it. Chris was an incredibly egotistical man and loved himself more than anyone else-- for this very reason, Y/N hated the fact that she was enjoying this a bit more than she should've.

Y/N's eyes darted towards the door for a brief second to make sure no one was watching, however, she directly made eye contact with Chigiri. She didn't care that he was watching everything unfold right then and there, instead, she started ramping up her moans and complimenting Chris on how well he was doing-- eager to make Chigiri jealous. 

"Ah! Just like that..." she sighed.

"Oh?"

"Y...you're so big..."

Chigiri felt his heart shatter at the sight of her being touched and kissed by another man. He never really believed Shido's words that she was sleeping with the men in Kaiser's team, but now...Shido seemed to be right. His heart dropped into his stomach and his knees buckled with each moan that left her precious lips.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be going. 

Anything but this.

Her sudden compliments caused Chris's ego to go through the roof.

"Hah! You really do like my dick, don't you?" he sneered.

She nodded, saliva dripping down the sides of her mouth. "Uh-huh...!"

"Ah...crap! Now you've gone and done it!" he sighed. "I'm about to..."

Within the next few minutes, the two reached their climax-- however, they didn't have all that much time to actually enjoy the feeling. They quickly fixed their clothes and cleaned up. When Y/N looked back at the bathroom door, she noticed Chigiri had long since left. A proud smile formed on her face and she strut out of toilet, Chris hurrying out behind her like a faithful dog trying to keep up.

By the time they got back to the large house, it was already 8:00 P.M.. Considering the physical exertion they'd gone through earlier that day, they decided they would call it an early night and go to sleep. Kaiser suggested to Noa that he stay the night with them so he wouldn't have to drive back home while he was tired. Noa agreed to this and they offered him a spare bedroom in the house.

Y/N sat in front of her vanity mirror in her thin nightgown that reached her upper thighs. While she played with her hair in the mirror, her thoughts trailed back to Aiku and his words filled her mind. His apologetic face and calm voice took over her, making it the only thing she could think about. She wanted to go to sleep and forget about everything he told her but she obviously couldn't.

"F-- fuck...Aiku..." she hissed, little conviction in her voice.

She grinded her teeth together in anger and she shot to her feet, whirling around on the heels of her feet. She left her room and roamed around the dark hallways of the expensive mansion until she came into contact with a bedroom door. Standing in front of it for a few seconds, she just stared...and stared.

Then she balled her hand into a tight fist and forced herself to knock on the door.

A groggy voice answered from the other side. "Agh...huh?"

She didn't answer, too nervous to.

"Who is it?"

She bit down on the inside of her cheek.

"Uh. Come in?"

Y/N grabbed the cool doorknob with her warm hand, twisting it. The echoing sound of the door creaking open rang out through the hall, bouncing back and forth between the walls and entering her ears. Slipping inside the room like a shadow, she pushed the door closed again and leaned against it for a few seconds.

She was in Noa's room.

Noa's eyes widened when he saw her there. "Y/N...?"

Y/N looked up, meeting his gaze. She pushed herself away from the door and slowly walked towards him, each step she took held meaning and purpose. Her movements were so fluid and smooth, her hips swaying from side to side-- her nightgown barely covering her lower half.

"What is it?" Noa asked.

"I can't sleep..." she murmured, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

"Oh...uhm..." he looked around, not knowing what to do in this situation.

She suddenly started getting on his bed, crawling towards him on her hands and knees. Her back arched and her ass lifted up slightly, accentuating it. The hem of her nightgown slipped along her back, revealing her underwear.

Noa's body trembled at the sight of her feminine figure.

"Can you...help me?" she whispered.

He choked on the cold air.

"How...?"

"Don't you know that...an orgasm can help you sleep better?"

Noa's eyelids widened. "I--"

She crawled closer towards him and on top of him, she straddled his legs and placed her hands on his chest, feeling him through his shirt. He had no will to say no to her, his body refused to move and he just waited with anticipation for what else she would do.

"So... Why don't you..." she trailed off, slowly pulling her hands down his body and then slipping them onto her own-- moving them down to her abdomen. "Score a goal in here...?"

Noa's breath hitched and he finally gave in to the desires knotting in his stomach. He grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her down onto the bed as he got on top of her. His strong hands pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor without a single care in the world. Her lips curved upwards into an intrigued smirked and her hands caressed his abs, driving him mad with temptation.

He slipped his hands under her nightgown, feeling her soft thighs against his rough fingers. She retracted her hands away from his body and stretched them out above her head, enjoying the feeling of him touching her so carefully. He squeezed and rubbed her outer thighs with one hand as the other grasped at her breast.

She arched her back, allowing him more access to her perfect figure.

He grabbed the top of her thin nightgown and pulled it down her chest, revealing her round, supple breasts. The moonlight reflecting in from the nearby window shone down on her, giving him slight sight into how ravishing she looked.

The pro striker breathed out shakily.

"Hmm...?" Y/N hummed.

"You're..."

"What is it?"

"You're beautiful..." he uttered in shock.

She let out a short laugh. "What happened to your stoic attitude, Mr Striker?"

"How could anyone be stoic around a woman like you?" he asked.

"Is that your way of saying you want to fuck me...?" she whispered.

His mouth attacked her neck, kissing, licking and sucking on her soft skin. The flavour of her body filled his mouth and excited his senses. His lower region grinded down on hers roughly, rubbing her skillfully in the right place, causing her body to writhe in arousal. While he did this, he trailed his kisses down to her collarbone, between her breasts then finally he started sucking on them.

He pulled away from her for a brief second.

"Yes...it is..." he finally responded before his mouth continued pleasing her sensitive breasts.

"Ah--"

He made sure to be extremely gentle with her-- his gentle nature, though not making the sensations more raw and strong-- was more soothing and smooth.

Not sharp but rather soft.

It was nice.

"Is this alright...?" Noa asked in a hushed voice.

"Ngh--" Y/N moaned out. "Yeah...it's...great..."

Y/N's body felt so warm to the touch. On the inside she was burning up with excitement and arousal-- but also a deep sense of vexation and frustration. The mere thought of Aiku apologising to her made her whole body feel ill on the inside. All she wanted was to get revenge on him and the others. Even though he admitted to her that they all missed her and valued her as a person, she didn't care. She wanted a way to get back at all of them and sleeping with Noa, a member of the enemy team, felt like the best way to do this. Maybe if she also slept with the other remaining members it would strike a sense of hurt through Aiku and his team.

Noa's hand slipped under her underwear and started rubbing her sensitive area. Her neck arched against the pillow as she focused on the sensation of his skilful fingers traversing the outside of her region. His pace started off slow-- a bit too slow, edging on irritating. She looked up at him with an annoyed expression on her face, like a bratty princess expecting more from him.

Noa loved this attitude of hers. She knew what she wanted, how she wanted it and wasn't afraid to visibly show that she wanted it in a specific way. Noa felt more than obliged to comply with her wishes.

"You're not happy?" he asked.

She started moving her hips against his hand, trying to add more friction. Her fingers gripped the pillow.

"You're being too slow..." she whined.

A slight smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. "Am I?"

"Yeah...ah..." she breathed. "I can...hardly feel anything."

"But I'm touching you, aren't I?" he said, clearly teasing her.

"You need to touch me more..."

He leaned down, his free hand grasping at her chin, rubbing her lower lip. "Tell me how you want it..."

The heat from her body spread up to her cheeks. "Wha--"

"Tell me exactly how you want me to touch you...and I'll do it," he stated simply.

Embarrassment took over her and she bit down on her lower lip. She reached her hand down to where his was, pressing her hand against his fingers and guiding them over her sensitive places-- doing the motions with the amount of pressure she wanted. Her hips also started moving along with his hand, aiding in providing her with more pleasure.

"Mgh!"

Her fingers could feel the veins in his hands bulging from under her underwear.

"Like that?" he asked, repeating the motions she specifically wanted-- but did it ten times better than how she instructed him.

He really knew what he was doing.

"Yeah...!" she sighed. "Keep going, I'm so close--"

He stopped when she said this and pulled his hand away, she frowned. He pulled down his pants, revealing his aroused state. Her eyes slowly trailed down and stared at how large he was.

"I'm sorry," he apologised. "But you'll have to hold off on your pleasure for a while."

"Eh...?" she whined. "I...I was so close..."

"Don't you think it'll be unfair if only one of us is satisfied by the end of it?"

She thought about this and nodded. "I guess..."

He pushed one of his fingers inside of her while he instructed her to touch him, which she did, stroking him slowly at the pace his fingers were going. He eyed her face, watching her expression change each time he pushed his finger in and out in a repeated motion. Once he saw she seemed to be alright with one finger, he added two, then three. His fingers were long and a bit thick, reaching deep inside her.

Every time he pushed them inside, he would curve them upwards at a specific angle, caressing a part of her that made her visibly tremble in euphoria.

Once he deemed her ready to take him in, he positioned himself. He grabbed her hips and pulled them up, meeting them with his pelvis. His hands and arms were so strong he could keep her body up at an angle.

"Agh...!" Y/N gasped when she felt him slowly entering her.

Her head shot back onto the pillow, the very tips of her fingers scraping against the bedboard. He pushed himself inside of her until he reached the base. An impressed expression took over his stoic features and his bright yellow eyes snapped down to her face.

"You're doing well," he complimented her.

"A...ah..." she breathed. "Th...anks-- mmmgh...!"

He started moving at a moderate pace. His hands helped her hips meet each and every one of his powerful thrusts. When he pulled back, then thrust forward, he would suddenly jerk her lower half towards him.

Y/N had greatly underestimated this man. She never thought he would've been this strong, obviously, a lapse in her judgement. He was an athlete, a professional striker and a soccer player, of course, he'd have incredible stamina and strength. She seemed to forget this fact. She assumed he would've started out nice and slow in order to save up some strength for near the end when he went all out, but it seemed that since he basically had enough stamina to last him an hour, he didn't need to pace himself at all.

"Oh...! Ah!" she cried out, unable to hold in her moans anymore.

Her moans were the most beautiful things he'd ever heard and he wanted to hear more from her. The sounds she made were so addicting-- whenever he hit the perfect spot inside her, she would make a specific moaning noise that indicated he was getting it right.

It'd been such a long time since she'd last engaged in such activities. It made her feel so alive. The last person she did it with was Kaiser and since then she hadn't done it, not even once. But now...things seemed to have changed drastically for Y/N.

"Agh..." Noa grunted, sweat pouring out from his pores and rolling down the sides of his temples.

"So...good...!" she exclaimed.

The bed creaked in response to their constant movements.

Noa's nails dug into the skin on her hips, causing a shark sensation to shoot through her body. The pain, mixed with the pleasure, added a lot more excitement and spice to the situation.

Her breasts bounced up and down in response to the way Noa would drag and pull at her. His pace slowly transitioned to more firm and quick thrusts, making her mind go blank from how well he knew how to do it.

Within the first ten minutes, Y/N started to become tired and worn out. She'd lost count of how many times she'd climaxed after the first three times. Her eyes would roll to the back of her head and her nails would scrape across the pillow, one of her arms flung over her eyes, covering half of her face from him since she felt so embarrassed at the faces she was making.

Noa found her embarrassment cute and hot at the same time.

"H...how much...mgh...longer...?" she arched her back as much as possible, begging for more from him while he continued to go at it with such a consistent speed.

"I'm not close yet..." he groaned.

"N-- ngh...no way!" she gasped.

"Are you not close either?"

"I've already came more than three times!"

"Oh--"

"We've been doing it for thirty minutes now..."

He stopped for a brief moment, taking this into consideration before he pulled her legs onto his shoulders, making for even deeper penetration in order to quicken the process. He immediately continued again after switching positions, going at it at a rapid pace, quicker than he'd ever gone.

His athleticism was monstrous and his speed was frightening.

Her jaw dropped open and she hand to cover her mouth with her hand to muffle her moans and cries. If she hadn't done this, she knew everyone else in the house would've heard her cries of utter pleasure. Her glazed eyes looked up at him and noticed his expression shifting and contorting, leading her to believe he was slowly getting closer to his own burst of pleasure.

Noa's strong hips rammed into her over and over again, jerking her body up and down, the top of her head accidentally hitting the bedboard a few times. He was so deep inside her she could feel him up in her abdomen-- her body felt so full of him. His warmth spread all the way through her.

He then pushed her down onto her stomach, his hand grabbing a chunk of her hair in his fist, pushing her face into her pillow-- his other hand pressed down onto her lower back. His speed increased even more-- surprising her at his potential to keep exceeding his own limits.

"Ah!" she cried out, her moans being muffled by the pillow. "Mmm--"

The fact that her face was pressed right up against the fabric made it difficult for her to breathe, slightly constricting her airways and enhancing the pleasure throbbing within her.

"Crap...!" Noa swore under his breath.

With a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, he successfully reached his climax, bursting all over her back. Y/N just lay there for a few seconds, basking in the pleasure she just experienced-- unable to fully recognise what'd just happened.

It'd been such a long time since she felt something like this.

It was...amazing...

She breathed out shakily.

She'd finally gotten back at Aiku.

Yet...why did she feel so hollow?

Y/N knocked on Tsukishima's office door and he opened it. Though he was looking forward to seeing her come to him and he'd waited almost an hour for her, he forced himself to look rather bored when she got there. He just stared down at her with an irritated expression on his face, as though he didn't want her to be there or like she'd just disturbed him while he was doing something extremely important. Neither of these was true. In actuality, he'd been sitting there, thinking about her for a whole hour, staring at the clock and watching the minutes— seconds go by till he heard that knock.

"Tch. Took you forever, what a waste of time," he grumbled to himself.

"I'm just gonna assume you're not the secret Santa," Y/N said to herself.

"Eh? Fuck are you even talking about?"

"Yep. Knew it. You're definitely not the type of person who celebrates Christmas," she commented.

"I'll have you know Christmas is my favourite holiday, so I'm rather offended by your stupid comment," he snarled.

"Wow, that's a shock," she said. "You're always pissed."

"Fuck does that gotta do with me enjoying a holiday? Mind you, the only damn holiday I get from seeing you stupid students," he muttered on and on.

"Cause it really just feels like you don't even know what joy is or experience much of it in your life to have so much hate?" she raised a brow at him. "But okay, good to know you like one thing."

"I like a lot of other things in my life," he retorted.

"Uh-huh, doesn't look like it, Sir," she said.

"I like playing board games," he said. "I'm good at chess and I love beating people at it."

"Seems like a sadistic tendency than actually enjoying it for the sport or fun of it, to be honest," she whispered.

He dragged her inside his office and slammed the door shut. He pushed her down onto the sofa and leaned down, placing both his hands next to either side of her face. His eyes were fierce and angry as his slender figure loomed over her, lips pressed together firmly indicating his sour mood.

"Did I make you angry, Sir?" she cocked her head to the side, her hair brushing against his wrist. "I didn't mean to..."

"And to think I asked you to come here so we could chat a little bit so I could get to know you better before I fucked your brains out," he scoffed.

She laughed. "Yeah, no thanks. I don't want to fuck you, Mr Tsukishima."

He narrowed his eyes.

"You're not very fuckable as you think you might be," she whispered this.

His eyes widened in rage.

"I mean, you literally have glasses, that's really nerdy," she snickered.

"Bokuto wears glasses," he shot back.

"Yeah, but he's just naturally hot," she said. "And he doesn't wear them often. Plus, I guess you're just ugly, Sir."

Tsukishima pushed her back down onto the sofa, laying her flat. He got on top of her and grabbed her hair in his fist, pulling her head back as he shoved something into her mouth. Her brows knitted together as she tried to identify what it was that was in her mouth— then the taste hit her.

Minty...

Pepper...mint...?

She glanced down and saw a large candy cane.

"Merry Christmas, bitch," Tsukishima sneered.

"Mmfgh...!" she gasped, almost choking on the piece of candy.

"God...I've wanted to shut your bitchy ass up for so long..." he groaned, moving the candy cane back and forth against her tongue— sometimes going a bit deeper than she was used to, making her gag on it.

"Mm...mmm..." she swallowed.

"Heh...you're taking it pretty deep in there aren't you?" he breathed, his hot breaths brushing against the side of her face when he spoke. "I guess Ushijima taught you well in his last lesson with you, didn't he? But...I don't think you're anywhere near ready to take a man yet."

She rolled her eyes at him and kneed him in the stomach.

He choked out in pain. "Gah...!"

She snickered and smiled in triumph.

"Alright you wanna be a little bitch, do you?" he hissed like a ferocious animal.

He straddled her stomach, putting all his weight on top of her so she couldn't move even an inch as he continued to push the candy cane deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her eyes flickered to the back of her head— despite it being a piece of candy and constantly moving up and down her mouth, it made her feel aroused for some reason. She rather liked irritating Tsukishima to the point where he snapped and took his anger out on her.

It made her feel vulnerable...and for some reason, for once, she seemed to enjoy it.

"A— ah...ghhm..." she choked out, her mouth full.

She squeezed her legs together and her tongue emerged out of her mouth, hanging open as he hit the back of her throat multiple times with the candy cane.

"Mmgh..."

Saliva dripped down the sides of her mouth and her lower region throbbed with excitement. Heavy, laboured breaths left her mouth.

"Wh...what the hell is up with that f...face..." Tsukishima stuttered when he saw how insanely sexy she looked with that face she was giving him.

His hand grabbed her breast, fondling it as he continued to push further and further, desperate to get a reaction out of her. Anything. Pain, annoyance, attitude— anything. But all he was getting was that face, twisted in overt pleasure.

"Ah...shit..." Tsukishima groaned, his grip tightened on her breast.

His hand increased in pace, moving the candy cane in and out of her mouth at a quicker pace as he began grinding down on her, his hand continuing to grope her chest.

"Ah...mmgh...ngh...!" Y/N moaned out.

She never thought she'd love a piece of candy so much.

But, here she was.

She moved her hips up, allowing him a better angle to grind at her— their bodies rubbing against one another roughly.

"Shit...!" Tsukishima shouted, pulling the candy out of her mouth as he smashed his lips against her own and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her deeply, his incredibly hot tongue tasting the inside of her mouth, not missing a single crevice.

Her hand grabbed at his tie, deepening the kiss.

"Mmm...agh..." she sighed.

"Mnnfgh..." he groaned against her lips.

Tsukishima forgot to restrain himself and kept going. His hips smashed against her own, tossing her body back and forth until he finally climaxed inside his pants.

"A— ah...agh...!" he shouted out loudly, unable to control his voice.

He pulled away from her, just when she, herself, was about to experience the same form of pleasure for the first time in her life. She sighed in annoyance when he stood up.

"Why does this happen to me every time..." she pondered on why she could never get to that specific feeling.

This was the second time or third time.

"Uh, you...get the fuck out of my office...!" Tsukishima bellowed angrily, tossing the candy cane into the trash.

She slowly sat up, still tasting some of the minty flavour in her mouth. "Eh...? What. Weren't we gonna like do something fun? Or weren't you gonna teach me something?"

"Well, yes, count this as a semi-lesson type of...thing, now get out!" he hissed.

"What...that wasn't even a lesson, fuck did I learn?" she crossed her arms over her chest. "How to deep throat a candy cane?"

"No, we confirmed that your blow job skills have indeed improved, now get the fuck out!" He pointed to the door.

"Why—"

"Because I said so!"

"Damn, fine, tight ass!" she shouted back at him and stormed out of his office.

Tsukishima pinched the bridge of his nose and took out a tissue.

"Now I gotta clean my fucking pants 'cause of that bitch..."

On the way to Oikawa's office, Y/N bumped into Sakusa who stared at her nervously—despite half his face being covered by the mask he always wore. His arms were behind his back and he seemed to be hiding something there. Y/N became a bit anxious when she saw this and stepped away from him instinctively. Sakusa, seeing she wasn't feeling comfortable with this immediately took his hands out from behind his back, showing her what he was holding.

"S...sorry..." he mumbled. "I just wanted to surprise you."

"Oh, no, no it's fine!" she laughed. "I just get nervous when people hide their hands. Makes me think they got something weird."

"I understand that," he nodded thoughtfully. "I won't do that again."

"Thanks for understanding," she smiled. "Oh, by the way?"

"Yes?"

"Are you the one who put the present in my locker this morning?"

"Oh. No."

"Oh— I see— anyway, what did you wanna give me?"

The man cleared his throat and tugged on the collar of his dark turtleneck, struggling to sort out his thoughts since his heart pounded with extreme shyness. Sakusa wasn't exactly the type of person to give people many gifts, so this felt rather new to him.

He held his breath and just spoke: "...here, I got you something for Christmas. Even though...it's not really Christmas— whatever, I got you these."

His hands extended out in front of himself as he held a bouquet of red roses with bits of green decoration fitting with the Christmas theme.

She took them from his hands and smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you so much, Sakusa. I really appreciate it, these look so nice!"

"You like them?" he asked.

She nodded "Mhm! A lot."

"Oh...also...you left this in the bathroom the first time we met," he took out a red tube of lipstick from his pocket, handing it over to her. "Kind of...reminded me of Cinderella's story."

"So that's where it was!" she gasped. "Thank you so much! I really loved this shade too. But no way, I am not Cinderella."

He glanced up at her, their eyes meeting. "To me you are..."

She froze when she heard this, not knowing how to respond to it. "I...I gotta go Sakusa... But that's a lot for giving my lipstick back and for the roses!"

Sakusa waved goodbye and sighed to himself, frustrated that he made her run away from him after he'd expressed his interest in her.

"Was I...too forward with it?" he thought to himself aloud.

Y/N made her way through the University, trying to find Oikawa, however, she couldn't seem to find him anywhere she went. She started to think that perhaps he was teaching classes at that very moment and couldn't see her. However, that thought dissipated rather quickly when she stumbled upon Oikawa, Ushijima and Ukai sitting in the staff lounge room. No other members of staff were there, only the three men.

"Look who's here!" Ukai exclaimed. "Hello, little lady."

"Uh, hi," she answered. "Um, why are all three of you here? I was only supposed to be meeting with Mr Oikawa—"

"We decided we would have a kissing contest!" Oikawa announced.

"A...kissing contest? All three of you?" she raised a brow.

"Mhm," Ushijima nodded.

"So, I'm supposed to be the judge?" she asked.

"Yes," Oikawa answered.

"Oh. You three wanna kiss each other and I have to see who's the best kisser?" she queried, not quite getting it.

"No!" Ukai choked out. "We don't like men. You're gonna be the one we're kissing and you have to choose who's the best kisser out of us three."

"Oh! My bad, my bad," she laughed. "Okay then, I'm down."

"I'll go first," Oikawa said with extreme ego and confidence exuding from his posture as he approached her, a smirk playing on those smooth lips of his. "You ready for the best kiss in your life, Y/N?"

"You're really not all that, I don't know who told you you're so amazing that it went to your head," she rolled her eyes. "So, I'm probably gonna hate this." "God, you're so annoying, as usual," he grumbled.

"I'll insult you again."

"Shut up already."

The History Professor grabbed her by the chin and lifted her face up so she was staring directly into those seductive brown eyes of his. Then he gently pressed his lips against her own and began kissing her softly. His kiss wasn't very heated, more passionate and sensual than rough and sexual. His free hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers slipping through her locks of hair and gripping them ever so slightly— sending a shiver of excitement down her spine.

"Mmm..." a deep groan emitted from his throat.

His tongue lapped against her lips, moistening them and parting them a bit so he could use his tongue to not enter her mouth, but to instead taste the sweetness of the corners of her lips.

Once he pulled away, his thumb, which held her chin, wiped away the remaining saliva. He then brought it to his lips and licked it.

"Well, how was that?" he asked, flashing his pearly white teeth at her.

"I'll give my opinion at the end, thank you," she turned her face away from him.

"Brat..." Oikawa muttered, stepping away from her.

Ushijima stepped forward and offered to go next. His incredibly large hands grabbed her by the shoulders, his large physique leaned forward as he brought his face towards her and kissed her. This kiss was a little bit rough in nature— not quite sexual, not quite sensual either. His hand then moved to her upper back, feeling her shoulder blades beneath his fingers— his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her up close to his muscular body.

"Mmgh!" Y/N gasped into the kiss with surprise when he suddenly pulled her body.

His hand grabbed her rear, specifically the same place Kuroo had hit her multiple times, causing her to groan in both pain and pleasure. He caressed her and grabbed at her, the veins bulging at the surface of his hand.

Finally, Y/N could identify the type of kiss this was. It was dirty.

An incredibly dirty kiss.

She placed her small hands on his chest, trailing them up to his neck, wrapping her arms around him.

By the time he pulled away, the two were breathing heavily from how long they'd been kissing.

Ushijima turned around and walked smugly past Oikawa, sitting down on the sofa with confidence. The other teacher glared at him with rage and slumped down beside him.

"God, you poor, poor girl," Ukai frowned deeply. "You two should be ashamed of yourselves."

"Eh?" Ushijima and Oikawa asked in sync.

"Younger men these days really have no idea how to kiss or touch a woman, it's atrocious," Ukai shook his head in disappointment, he stood in front of Y/N, smiling. "But it's okay, Y/N, Daddy Ukai's here now. I'll show you what a real kiss is..." "Oh, uh—" she stammered.

Suddenly one of his large hands wrapped around her throat, slamming her into the wall behind her. His free hand grabbed her thigh, pulling her leg up and holding it against his hip as he grinded up against her. Then his lips smashed into her own, kissing her roughly with passion mixed with immense sexual tension. His teeth nibbled and bit at her lower lip, forcing her to open her mouth as his tongue invaded her. He licked the inside of her mouth, their tongues fighting against one another to see which one would gain dominance over the other.

The hand which held her throat tightened slightly, not enough to actually deprive her of any oxygen, but the grip was tight enough to force her into submission. Her fingers dug into his clothes— uncontrollable sighs vibrated from her mouth against his own.

His fingers dug into her thighs, causing red scratch marks.

They pulled away to get some air then he immediately went back in, surprising her even more. His lower half grinded against her lower half, making her gasp loudly.

Ushijima and Oikawa looked over at each other with stunned expressions.

"O— oi! You guys are doing it too long!" Oikawa shouted out.

"This is unfair— it's cheating," Ushijima complained.

Ukai finally pulled away from her and walked back to the other two men, smirking at them.

"I think we all know who the winner is, boys."

Oikawa grimaced. "Who the hell are you calling a boy?"

"You and him," Ukai pointed to them.

"No, we all know I'm the winner," Ushijima said.

"As if," Oikawa scoffed. "I actually gave her a nice soft kiss, that's what women like. When men are gentle, not like wild animals."

"Women also like it when you're not sexist," Y/N said. "Women don't have to like 'gentle' things or 'rough' things. We're all different and like what we like separately."

"Ouch," Ushijima whispered.

"Anyway, I think Coach Ukai wins this one, sorry," she said. "He kept it exciting. It wasn't too rough, not too soft either, not boring and it was— most importantly— really hot."

"No, I'm not accepting this," Oikawa said.

"No one asked," Ukai sneered.

"Fuck off."

"Oh, I have a question," Y/N suddenly said.

"Hmm?" the three averted their attention onto her.

"Did one of you leave a present in my locker this morning?" Y/N interrogated them on the mystery.

"Nope, I didn't," Ukai said. "Did you guys?"

"No, I hate doing secret Santa," Oikawa shrugged.

"It wasn't me," Ushijima answered.

Y/N leaned against the wall, unable to figure out who this secret Santa could be. But she was determined to figure out who the culprit was.

"Hmm..."