There are some flowers you only see when you take detours

He wasn’t sure what was going through his head when he invited you to his friends party. it’s not that Asahi didn’t want you there. No, not in the slightest. The times he’d spent with you during study sessions or study sessions turned into hangouts, he’s found himself to enjoy spending his time with you too much.

He's learned that your presence holds a comfort similar to a warm blanket. You didn’t make off-handed comments on his appearance. Although, sometimes you did compliment his hair, which left him stumbling over trying to accept the praise. You were patient with his timid nature, long enough for him to gain some confidence and talk with you like he would with any of his other friends.

You’d met his two other best friends, Daichi and Sugawara. You got along just fine with them. Asahi supposes the problem lies with them, because they had a habit of pushing him past his limits. After they found out about the massive crush he held on you, they’d gotten a lot more pushier. Daichi telling him to ‘get a grip and ask you out already’, which would be okay if he hadn’t ordered Asahi to do so with his angry voice. He hated angry Daichi. Sugawara, on the other hand, would make casual remarks about you and your appearance. He wasn’t mean, quite the opposite, he found it amusing to tease Asahi with the idea of how pretty your lips would be wrapped around- that’s usually when Asahi would shout at him to stop, face red and hands fisted tightly in a white-knuckle grip on his lap to hide the too-obvious tent he’d be sporting.

He didn’t regret asking you to come. How could he when you were standing in front of him in such a lovely little dress.

“Is it too much ‘Sahi?” You asked, misreading his stunned stare with a worried frown. “You said it was a party and it was this or my leggings…” You fiddled with the silky hem of it that hung high around your thighs.

His mouth opened and shut a few times before he managed to collect himself, rubbing at the back of his hair. It wasn’t styled into his usual man bun, instead he opted for a half up, half down style.

“I… n-no! you look um, pretty.” He stumbled. “It's not too much.” Okay. That was a big fat lie. It was too much for him. How was he supposed to function with you looking like that?

You stepped out of your front door, turning to lock it with a pleased smile and a heat fanning across your cheeks. Asahi had to force himself to turn away, he wasn’t about to be labelled a pervert for being caught staring at your ass.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him as you both began to walk over to the place the party was being held at; his, Daichi’s and Sugawara’s shared house. Asahi had insisted on escorting you, not liking the nasty thoughts of something bad happening to you on your way over, even if it wasn’t that far.

“I like what you’ve done with your hair by the way.” You added, nudging his arm with your own.

He scratched his cheek with a single finger, a nervous laugh bubbling past his mouth.

“Yeah? My, uh my sister suggested it when she called me earlier. It’s not too different?” He mumbled, holding out his arm for you to hold onto as you both stepped down from the curb to cross a small road.

“It's different but different isn’t always bad.” You shrugged. “You look good, Asahi.” You tried almost too hard for it to not sound breathless but you couldn’t help it; you’d been attracted to him since you first saw him. You’d had to hold back a fist pump when he agreed to help you study for a shared class, wanting nothing more than to get to know the cute, shy guy that sat at the back of the classroom.

Your eyes darted up from the pathway when you heard the faint sound of music, gaze drifting to the numerous cars that littered the area around the house.

“I thought you said it was a small party…” You turned to him with a raised brow.

He huffed a breath as he stared at the cars too. “I thought it was too but, I think Daichi invited um, Kuroo?” His name came as a question to see if you knew the guy, carrying on when you shrugged. “And well, if Kuroo’s there then so is Bokuto and Bokuto knows a lot of people-“

“Do you still want to go?” You interrupted his rambling, stopping your journey on the path so you could try and gauge his feelings.

“Do you not want to?” His back facing the house as he spoke with you, fully intending to just go back to your place if you didn’t want to.

You grinned at him. “I asked you first.”

He rolled his eyes with a groan. “I’m okay with going-“

“Great, c’mon.” You linked your arm through his to tug him along, oblivious to the gentle smile that was adorning his face as he watched you speed walk up the pathway, your heels clicking against the concrete.

-

“He's back!” Sugawara shouted as he caught sight of Asahi being dragged through the front door by you.

“Hey Sugawara.” You greeted with a laugh as he bounced towards you with a drink in hand, side stepping a few partygoers as he did.

“What happened?” Asahi nodded to their living area which was packed with people, the majority of them he wasn’t even sure he knew.

“Bokuto came.” Sugawara chuckled into his cup, taking a messy sip from whatever liquid was in it.

“How are you tipsy already?” You asked, arm still linked with asahi’s much larger, much warmer one, your fingers gripping into the soft fabric of his sweater.

“Kuroo's my bartender.” He giggled, suddenly perking up when he remembered something. “We’re playing a few games later, by the way… y’know, the usual; spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven…” He sang out, a teasing smirk hidden behind the lip of his cup.

“Oh, god...” Asahi sighed.

“I'm going to grab a drink, ‘Sahi. Do you want one?” you poked a finger into his shoulder after Sugawara had twirled around to dance back over to wherever he was before.

“Uh- yeah. I'll be over there with Daichi, okay?” he pointed to said friend who was chatting with a certain rooster haired man.

You nodded in return, squeezing his upper arm before untangling yourself from him and then you were lost in the sea of people in his hallway that led to his kitchen.

“You were quick.” Daichi commented when Asahi had gotten close enough to him.

He shrugged. “She doesn’t live that far away, you know that.”

“I was half expecting you to not come back.” Daichi grinned. “Because of the whole… party expansion. Not something Suga’ rated.” He snorted.

“Oh? You brought your girlfriend, Azumane?” Kuroo leered.

“Girlfriend?!” Sugawara guffawed as he poked his head into the trio.

“Shut up.” Asahi scowled, elbowing him. “We’re just friends.” he directed towards Kuroo.

“He wishes that she was his girlfriend.” Sugawara teased.

God, Asahi hated it when his friend got drunk. Dealing with a mouthy Sugawara was a tiring task.

Daichi’s eyes caught sight of you as you approached them with two drinks.

“Okay, shut it.” Daichi nudged Sugawara.

“Hey Daichi, hey drunk Suga’, hey… Kuroo, right?” You nodded at them as you passed Asahi his cup with a sweet smile. “I think I met Bokuto in the kitchen… he’s holding headstand competitions.” You giggled.

“Yeah, I'm Kuroo… so, did you compete?” He asked with a raised brow.

“No, I'd rather not flash everyone…” You responded, sipping from your drink.

“Asahi wants you t-mmf!” Sugawara's comment was cut off by Daichi who smacked a hand over his mouth.

“Sorry, what?” You asked, having missed half of his sentence.

“Nothing… Suga’, go and get one of the games ready.” At the instruction, he bounded off and out of the room.

Asahi mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ to Daichi who discreetly nodded back at him.

Kuroo, wanting to see how far he could push before Asahi stepped in, inched closer to you now that the group was a person shorter. “You gonna play seven minutes in heaven?”

You sent him an uneasy smile. “Uh, well…” You look up to Asahi who was sporting an expression that said ‘I’d rather be anywhere but here,’ “Are you going to play ‘Sahi?”

On one hand, you wanted him to say yes because then at least you’d have a reason to try and make a move on him and if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings… Well, you could just blame your actions on the game and the drinking. But, on the other hand, you wanted him to say no. You didn’t want to deal with the sadness that came with having to watch him enter a room with anyone but you. God, the thought of him leaving the room looking a little more mussed up than he had when he entered... Yeah, you didn’t want that. Unless it was with you.

Asahi's mouth parted to answer, closing when Daichi did instead.

“Yep, he’s already agreed.”

“I did?” His brows furrowed.

“Yes.” Daichi folded his arms with narrowed eyes. In all honesty, he was sick of watching Asahi pine over you and since he wasn’t going to make a move on you anytime soon, well, where was the harm in giving him a shove in your direction?

-

Sugawara had announced the start of the game, a decent sized group of people gathering into a circle in the living area as the music was turned down to accommodate conversation.

“We’re not spinning a bottle?” Someone asked, you weren’t sure who it was but they had hair similar to the shape of an onion.

“Nope.” Daichi dropped the final slip of paper into a beanie hat that Kuroo was holding.

“Can I go first?” the man who you’d learnt was bokuto shouted, body seemingly buzzing with excitement.

Kuroo dug his hand into the hat, reading out the name that was written on the slip of paper he pulled. “She's first.” He grinned, waving you over.

There was a loud groan of annoyance from Bokuto as you pressed your lips into a thin line, willing yourself to not look up at Asahi when you stepped away from him.

“Pick out your partner.” Kuroo winked.

Unfolding the slip you’d plucked from the hat made you feel sicker than it should and you could feel your shoulders sag as you read the name in your head.

‘Kuroo’

He whistled as he peered over your shoulder.

“Azumane, you’re up!” At your startled expression he grinned and whispered, “hurry up, pretty girl. You’ve got seven minutes.”

You still couldn’t decide how to respond to him, instead deciding to face Asahi who was nervously staring at you, thumb rolling at the ring he wore on his middle finger.

-

You weren’t quite sure how you’d reached his bedroom. You remember walking over to him and linking your fingers with his so that you could lead him out of the living room. Was it you or Asahi that changed course from the downstairs closet to his room, though?

“We don’t have to do anything…” Asahi murmured, back leant against his door as he closed it.

You’d been inside his bedroom maybe a handful of times before that moment. The neatness and overall cleanliness of it didn’t really shock you. Asahi had never been a messy person in front of you so you didn’t expect his bedroom to be any different.

You hadn’t moved too far away from him, close enough for your hands to still be connected. “You don’t want to?” You asked, staring down at them before looking up to meet his gaze.

You’d never seen him so red.

“I-“ He stumbled. You could see it in his eyes though, the way they kept flickering nervously to your lips.

You unthreaded your fingers from his so that you could lightly touch the side of his neck. A makeshift guide for you to press your lips softly to his jaw, pulling back so they hovered maybe an inch away from his skin, and noting how his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

His sharp intake of breath was enough to make your knees weaken and you braced your other hand against his shoulder for support.

“‘Sahi?” You whispered, kissing at his jaw again when one of his hands came to rest at your hip. “Tell me to stop…” You continued to litter kisses around his jaw, not being able to hold in the whimper you let out by his ear when he fisted your dress into his hand, his other coming to squeeze at your hip.

He’d be lying through his teeth if he said that the noise you’d made didn’t make blood rush straight to his cock. He wants to hear it over and over again.

“You’re not teasing me?” He breathed, eyes lidded and brows furrowed at the possibility of you being somehow dared into this.

“M’no…” You purred into his skin, biting gently into his earlobe, smiling when you heard him groan.

You decided to test the waters and pushed yourself to press your lips, finally, to his.

Gasping into his mouth when he tugged you to him, fingers digging into the softness of your hips.

“Is now a good time to tell you that I really like you?” You murmured against his lips, whimpering when he deepened the kiss, tongue delving into your mouth to stroke over yours. You could faintly feel the burn of his scruff against your chin, the pleasure of having Asahi kiss you willing you into not caring.

“Yeah.” He moaned into your mouth, tongue retreating so he could speak. He couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed by the line of spit that snapped as he did.

“Yeah?” You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, nipping at it lightly before releasing it. “Do you like me too, ‘Sahi?” You pulled back when he moved in to kiss you again, your smile almost delirious when he groaned in frustration.

He settled for resting his forehead against yours, his fingertips twitching in desire to move away from your hips and grab the fleshier, softer parts of you. “Mhm.” He mumbled. “So much...”

“So much?” You breathed, nudging his nose with your own before guiding him, by a gentle pull at his shoulders, to his bed. His hands remained at your hips as you straddled his thighs and he resisted the urge to look down because your dress had surely moved up enough for him to get a hint of your panties.

“Touch me.” Your demand was whispered but he definitely heard it, your words enough to make blood pound in his eardrums.

Asahi's lips met with yours again but he made no effort to do as you told him to. Well, not in the way you meant. His fingertips dug harder into your hips as you sucked on his tongue. You chose that moment to grind down onto him, using your own hands to guide him down to the roundness of your ass.

He let out a broken moan, using his new grip to guide you into another slow grind along his clothed cock.

It didn’t take long for the pleasure to cloud your mind and you pulled away to take a second to breathe, gasping out when he latched his mouth onto your neck.

“‘Sahi-“ You moaned, head tilted back to allow him more access. You used a finger to lightly tug his hair free from the hair tie he wore, burying your fingers into the silky strands and tugging his head back.

God, you wish that you could remember the expression on his face forever. His eyes were lidded and there was a lustful haziness to them that made your head spin. His mouth was slightly glossy with spit and lips parted so he could pant in deprived breaths.

“…D-do you want to stop?” He asked, thumbs drawing warm circles on your ass where his hands were still rooted.

“Do you?” you smiled when you saw the amusement for what he was about to say flit across his features.

“I asked first.”

You shook your head ‘no’, staring at him through your lashes.

“Y-you want to… um….” He stumbled over his speech, cloudy eyes having cleared up a bit and his cheeks darkening to a cute pink as he thought of what you’d meant.

You tugged him to stand up, eyes zeroing in on the wet patch you’d left on his trousers as well as the large swell of his cock that was straining against them.

“Do you want to?” You guided his fingers gently to the straps of your dress, urging him to slide them off. You couldn’t stop watching his face, how his eyes flitted from yours to the cleavage that was slowly getting more and more exposed as he slid the straps down your arms. You let the dress drop to the floor, standing in front of Asahi in nothing but your bra, panties and heels, which you kicked off when you nudged your dress out of the way with your feet.

Asahi had no clue what to do. There was so much he wanted to say that was caught in his throat because fucking hell you were beautiful. He’d imagined so many times what you’d look like naked, more often than not it was whilst he was fisting his cock in the late hours of the night or when he was showering. His imagination did you no justice, though.

“You’re- i… you’re beautiful.” He finally managed, he couldn’t focus on one area and resorted to sitting back down on his bed.

“You’re fully dressed. That’s a bit unfair, no?” You teased, tugging at the shoulder of his sweater.

He swallowed thickly before tugging it over his head, along with the t-shirt he was wearing underneath.

You knew that he’d played volleyball in high school. It was something he’d mentioned early on when you were discussing interests. You really didn’t expect him to have the type of body he did though, hiding under his cosy layers.

You were a sucker for the kind of muscled bodies that held a layer of fat over them. It made them so much more squishier and comfier to cuddle up to.

“Holy crap.” You muttered, eyes wide on the swell of his pecs. The faint smattering of chest hair had you wiping your mouth with the back of your hand to catch any drool you might’ve let slip.

“Oh, God. What?” He asked, eyes wide. Did you not like his body? Was there something weird about him?

“‘Sahi you’re fucking gorgeous.” You stated.

His cheeks burned at the praise, head ducking down so he could hide his face behind a curtain of his hair. “Baby…” you leant forward to grab his shoulders.

He didn’t stop himself from staring straight at your breasts, his head slowly rising. His personal pinup was cut short when you pushed him to lay back. He sat up on his elbows, watching with bated breath as you unbuttoned his trousers. His shoes were tugged from his feet before you removed his trousers, his hips lifting to aid in getting them past his ass.

“Hi.” You grinned at him after straddling his body, cheekiness turning gentle with a smile as his hands moved to caress your face.

“Hi…” He breathed, letting his fingers thread through your hair and then skim down your spine.

Your eyes shut and hips undulated at the sensation, the pair of you groaning when your cunt sat firmly against his cock that struggled against his boxers.

Asahi felt like it was time to take the lead, having watched you make most of the first moves gave him a little confidence. You wanted him. He couldn’t let you put in all the effort.

In one motion he had you on your back, your legs spread wide enough for him to grind into you. His mouth sank to the muscle between your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting into it with a groan.

You moaned, lips parted and head tilted back because you really hadn’t expected him to do that. You could safely say your panties were ruined, the sodden material clinging to your pussy and wetting Asahi's boxers.

“F-fuck!” You whimpered.

Asahi's head left the crook of your neck, one hand cupped under your ass to push you into his steady grinding, the other behind your head as he pulled you into an open mouthed kiss, grunting as he did.

“Fuck me.” You whined into his mouth, your order had him moaning into you. “‘Sahi, fuck me.” Your hands pushed at his underwear and your panties.

It took you both seconds to strip down until you were both fully bare, you’d flung your bra somewhere across his room, not caring where it’d landed.

“So pretty.” He murmured, sat back on his knees. He was staring straight at your drooling cunt, and it would’ve made you uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the fact that he was slowly fisting his cock, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth.

Precum leaked steadily from the tip and he collected it to smother the length of him.

You could feel yourself throbbing at the thought of taking him. Could you? Asahi was a big man but the size of his cock had you slightly surprised. He was blessed, that’s for certain, in both length and girth.

“Are you sure?” He asked, letting go of his cock, the weight of it not letting it stand up right.

“I practically stripped you down and begged you, and you’re still asking me?” You huffed with a light laugh. “Asahi if you don’t want to, then it’s okay-“

“No! I- uh… I want to.” He planted his hands on the outer sides of your thighs, rubbing his warm thumbs into your cooling skin. “I just… don’t want to hurt you.” He pointedly looked between his cock and you.

You held out your hands for him, holding back a giggle when he confusedly placed his hands in yours, threading your fingers together. You pulled him to you, slowly, not wanting him to fall too fast and accidentally hurt the pair of you, until he had your hands pinned next to your head.

“How do you do that?” He mumbled, kissing just next to your lips.

Both of your breaths had grown heavy, the skin on skin contact enough to set Asahi off with a slow grinding again. The weeping head of his cock knocking into your clit and the length of him sliding against your slick pussy lips.

“Do what, baby?” You asked, quiet moans falling against his lips every time he nudged your clit.

“G-God…” He grunted, his eyes were closed and you could feel him squeeze at your hands every so often as he rocked his hips. “You- you make me feel like I’m in control…”

Your grasp on his hands tightened enough for him to open his eyes, the usual warm chocolate you admired, glazed over with unreadable emotions.

“Because you are, ‘Sahi.” His name became a drawn out moan when his hips pulled away enough to catch the head of his cock against the opening of your cunt.

You didn’t miss the way his eyes rolled back as he pushed the length of him into your gummy walls, the stretch making your back arch and pussy clamp down on him when the angle had him prodding against an especially sensitive spot.

“S-so tight.” He moaned, dropping his head to look at where he was buried inside you.

Letting go of one hand, he used it to cup your jaw as he planted a sweet kiss to your parted lips. “You okay, baby?” He smiled against your mouth when you struggled to kiss him back.

It took you a few seconds to adjust but, you eventually started to return his gentle kisses and he took that as a sign to start thrusting.

Lewd squelching filled the room as his cock stirred up your insides, Asahi settling for a slow and deep pace that had your mind muddled into a jumbled mess.

How the fuck was he so good at this?

Any further thoughts were lost to you when he sat up, fingertips digging into the fat of your hips as he used his strength to fuck you down onto him with steady grunts and moans.

“‘Sahi!” Your hands flew down to press against his hips when he shoved himself inside as far as he could, his heavy balls slapping into your ass.

“F-fuck… m’sorry, baby.” He mumbled. Your cunt was squeezing him so much and the milky cum you were coating his cock in had him forgetting his own strength.

He ran a thumb over your clit, rolling his hips when you keened at his touching.

“A-again.” You whimpered, mouth gaping open in a silent scream when he pressed firm circles against your swollen clit and ground the head of his cock into the same sensitive area he found earlier.

Your orgasm washed over you faster than you expected. Faster than you’d experienced. Asahi kept up with his movements, wanting to help you through your high until he gently removed his thumb.

“‘Sahi?” His name came out a little shaky as you tried to calm yourself down.

“You feel okay, baby?” He settled over you slowly.

You nodded, tucking a few sweaty strands of his hair behind his ear. “You need to cum.”

“I don’t want to hurt-“

“Cum inside me, Asahi.” you murmured, bringing your legs up to push him deeper. Your head rolled back with another moan at the overstimulation.

His eyes squeezed shut as if he was trying to persuade himself not to. You’d sounded too enticing, though. And the thought of filling you up with his cum set off a part of his brain that he wasn’t aware he had.

So, Asahi hooked his arms underneath your legs and folded them up until your knees were up by your ears.

“O-oh, fuck!” The position was enough to knock the breath from your lungs but you couldn’t deny that this wasn’t the sexiest thing you had seen him do.

Well, it might be a close second to watching him read with his glasses on.

“I'll try not to hurt you.” He reassured you before pulling back to ram into your cunt.

The angle made it feel like he was so much deeper but you could tell that he was holding back from stuffing his whole cock inside.

The pleasure had you delirious and drunk on him, so much so that you weren’t even sure if you were babbling random words at him or just moaning.

His mouth hung open and eyes screwed shut as his pace changed from slow and deep to quick and simply stuffing the head of his cock inside. Your gummy walls were clamping down on his sensitive tip in a way that had his moans turning into deep whines.

“S-so close…” He stuttered out.

“Cum-ming! Asa- I’m-“ The steady pressure of him pressing into the slightly ridged spot in your cunt had your release squirting onto his abdomen and dripping down his cock and to his balls. You covered your mouth in an attempt to try and quieten your scream.

“Oh G-God… you just-“ He grunted, eyes widening. He wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of you cumming on his cock or simply watching you squirt on him that had him finishing seconds later.

His hips slapped wetly into your ass cheeks as he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as his cock twitched and painted your insides white. There came a point where he could feel his cum seeping out along the sides of his length and he slowly set your legs down so that he could pull out. His eyes focused in on the globs of cum that escaped your slightly gaping hole, and rolled down to the crevice of your ass.

Asahi landed beside you with a breathless huff, gently tugging you to his chest so he could wrap his arms around you. Your own resting against the squish of his pecs, ignoring the layer of sweat that covered him so that you could trace patterns on his skin.

“I… does this mean you’ll let me take you on a date?” His voice was quiet and contemplative.

You tilted your head up and tugged him down so you could press a lingering kiss to his lips. smiling at the way he hummed as you pulled away.

“Yes, ‘Sahi.” The faint thumping of music as it was turned back up had you stiffening. “We took longer than seven minutes-“

He laughed into your hair. “Yeah…” He pulled you tighter to him, nuzzling into your head. “You want to shower?”

“And then go back to mine?” You whispered.

“Definitely.” He wanted to cuddle you, naked or clothed; he didn't care, but the music and chatter from downstairs would definitely be a mood killer if you two were to stay and try to wind down.

-

“Do you think they’re fucking?” Sugawara grinned, eyes darting to the stairs that he’d watched you both walk up a while ago.

“Mind your own business.” Daichi rolled his eyes before looking over to Kuroo. “She pulled your name earlier, didn’t she?”

“How'd you know?” he queried, slightly surprised that Daichi had found out.

Leading to Kei being more than comfortable coming to your house anytime you asked. He genuinely kind of liked it. The quiet time. Someone other than Yamaguchi following him around. And a place his mother or older brother wouldn't bother him if all he choose to do was sit and stare at his phone. Your babysitting gig was his own little paradise. One that he got paid by a pretty lady for.

House to himself most of the time, Kei still kept his nose out of most people's business. Yours included. Prying wasn't his mentality with adult affairs. Even if when he reflected on it he was indeed an adult now. Still he didn't try to think much of it after a few weeks of not seeing any family photos in the home. It bugged him though. You were kind, spoke intelligently and smiled a lot. Be it all but enjoyable every time he got to talk to you or you baked him something special as a thank you on top of what you paid him. It made him wonder what happened to the other half of your household. If there ever was one. Not once did he dare ask though. But what little snooping Kei did in the house only turned up nothing.

For some reason this bugged him. Unsure why it did. Were you a widow? Had something tragic happened? Did this sweet kid ever have a second parent to speak of? Each passing weekend Kei got noisier. Perhaps he could help around the house a little more if he knew exactly what it was that kept you as a single woman. After all he was being paid ¥1500 hourly for a job he really didn't have to do anything about. Thoughts like these engulfed him more evenings than not when he was supposed to be babysitting.

Standing in the doorway just out of sight, the adolescent boy let his presence be known with a soft voice, "Tsukishima-san what are you doing?"

Startled a little Kei inadvertently tucked his phone against his leg even though there was no way the kid could see what he was looking at, "Oh- Do you need something? And I told you, Tsukki was fine."

This was the first time the boy hadn't stayed asleep after he was tucked in for the night. Kei was a little surprised and unsure what to do. Though he didn't look distraught. Still he worried he'd get in trouble if you got home and your son wasn't asleep.

Seeming fine he shook his head and rubbed at his eyes clearly tired, "No...I was just wondering when mommy would get home."

Kei sighed with relief. Missing you wasn't too bad he couldn't handle it. He closed his phone so your social media profile wouldn't be glaringly obvious if the kid saw his phone. Getting up to come kneel before his mini friend Kei offered a small smile for comfort, "Same time she does every Saturday night. Your mom will probably be home in about an hour and a half and she won't be very happy with either of us if you're still awake."

Quiet for a second, he then nodded, "Yeah, you're right Tsukki-san. I just wanted to be awake when she was sad again."

"Sad?" This confused him for a second. Kei hadn't seen you without a smile since he first met you. Though he wasn't privy to your personal life, he still felt a little like if you were upset with something he did then any good employer would have told him. Against his morals Kei stopped for a second before asking a little more, "Do you...know why she was sad?"

No surprise his little charge had no insight, "I don't know, I just heard mommy crying the other night after you left. But she stopped I think."

After he left? So it was something he did perhaps? Kei looked at the kid in front of him. Thought of a bunch of questions that he could perhaps ask the kid to try and get more information out of. But as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. Kei knew the poor thing should have been in bed. Not grilled for a million questions he had about the family dynamics. Or you for that matter.

"How about we get you back to bed, and if you mom seems sad when she gets home, well, then I'll take care of it? Does that sound ok?" Kei offered in an attempt to get him back into bed sooner than later.

Clearly weighing the offer. A smart kid, Kei couldn't help but smile at the coy little sucker deciding if his offer was enough. He was at least glad when he agreed that it was acceptable terms. Back to bed in exchange for Kei helping his mom if anything was wrong when you got off work.

Back in bed and sound asleep just as easy as the first time. He was thankful when it still looked like there would be an hour before you got home. Shrinking his duties by letting one kid stay up made Kei feel like he didn't deserve the pay if he couldn't do such a simple thing. But also it gave him a chance to pop up on his phone once more what he was looking at.

A few days ago Kei had been gutsy enough to search high and low for your social media account. Even more guts before he finally sent you a follow request. Arguing with himself that well if his cell service was faulty then he could get a message through to you via social media. Luckily not once had you mentioned it. And only accepted his request without a second thought.

Giving the nosey man a chance to snoop through every post you ever had. Perhaps in an attempt to learn more about the smiling coworker Takeda-senpai introduced him too. Or as Kei scrolled further down your feed he was realizing how his eyes drifted to other places than just your smile. Lost in the scrolling and staring trap, when the door unlatched in the front of the house Kei nearly dropped his phone.

Hasty to clear his recent apps as though he was guilty. Nothing seemed out of place to him when he looked up at you from the couch. Like every time you came in he was greeted with a smile even if it was nearing nine thirty.

"I'm so sorry Tsukishima-kun," You looked more than frazzled even with a smile on your face, "I'm late. I hope things weren't too much of a hassle."

Kei stood up from the couch as you came in. A healthy bit taller than you but what else was to be expected of a volleyball player. He shifted his weight awkwardly on his feet trying to clear the fog of the last hour of staring at photos of you on his phone, "Things were smooth. He was excited for dinner and went to bed fairly easy. It was nothing don't worry L/N-san."

"Y/N," You smile as you put your things away with the blond man watching you, "My son adores you and you have a key to the place, you can just call me Y/N."

Mentally noted Kei had said your first name a million times in his head but not once thought about how it might sound coming off his tongue. Still though he watched with a dull expression as you settled back in your space, "Um, I was wondering-" He stopped when you looked up at him from your purse, "-do you need help with anything else? Cleaning, I can kind of cook if you don't want to prep meals. Um- Anything?"

"Oh?" You were surprised by the offer, "Do you need more cash? I can just give you a little more if that's what you need so you don't have to do more or stay later."

"I can stay later." Kei popped off right away.

"I'm sure you're family would like to-"

"My brother's home on summer break. My mom has plenty of help when he's home."

Your smile returned and Kei couldn't help the slight tightness in his chest when it was directed at him, "Your mom's lucky to have two sweet boys to help her." Awkwardly taking the compliment Kei didn't really have the right words to retort but was comforted when you spoke up again, "If you really don't mind helping though, I'll give you an extra two hours pay if you wouldn't mind helping prep some things for tomorrow morning. It was...a long day."

Without hesitation Kei agreed. Not even concerned what it was you might ask for help with. Second guessing himself that it might not be something he could do. Kei was relieved when you really only asked for him to wash and peel a bunch of vegetables so they were prepped for the following morning. Ones for a stew you'd made a few times before that he had to admit was one of your favorite dishes. Diligently Kei went about washing them when he noticed you were going to roll up your sleeves and help.

"I can get these done." He had no idea why he was offering something so mundane, "I prep for my mother all the time."

"Are you sure?" Clear on your face you weren't use to such an offer.

Kei nodded, "They're just vegetables."

"Thank you." You sighed with a little bow, "Thank you so much. If you don't mind, I need to shower. Your pay is on my wallet when you finish. I really appreciate it."

He nodded once more. Feeling an oddity for the praise as the tips of his ears heated up. Kei knew you had a second job as a server which he did not envy. But nice things too nice amounts of money so he didn't fault you for wanting to wash up after a second day. He obliged and said he'd get things cleaned up before he left. Once more feeling the tightness in his chest when nothing but praise left your lips and that big smile.

Certainly not two hours worth of more work. Kei finished washing and placing things back before it seemed you were even out of the washroom. Fine with him, he still couldn't take the extra ¥1500 so he figured he'd take that out of whatever you left him on your belongings.

Fairly use to your places layout, he knew your purse should be on the table as you walk in. To his surprise though he didn't see it. Actually he didn't see your shoes either. You must have accidentally brought them into the bedroom with you. Which meant that was probably where your purse and his pay was.

A room he'd been in before Kei weighed just waiting to get his compensation. Though a thorn in his side as he had planned to pick a few things up tomorrow. Just going in and snagging the money and he'd be out in no time.

Careful not to make a noise he saw your purse exactly where he'd suspected you'd leave it. On the corner of the bed with your shoes and other things. Among them were the dirty clothes clearly peeled off of you set neatly on the bed. Not one to dig through laundry Kei took a steady breath and just told himself you'd probably pick them up later after your bath so he shouldn't even look at them.

Looking wasn't the problem. What he heard was something entirely different.

Something of a muffled gasp. Kei didn't even take his payment without jumping a little at the sound. Head whipping around to the noise. When it came again before he registered the first one. He felt his entire body go flush.

"S-Shit-"

A moan. Your moan.

Kei suddenly felt his heart in his throat. And an unfamiliar twinge below. All but frozen he stood there before he realized the door was partially open. Not really open, a crack perhaps. Enough so that a pool of light came out and if he stepped closer he could...

No! He needed to respect your boundaries and pretend he heard nothing. Nothing of the lewd noise coming from the bathroom. Knowing that your face would be painted in a different expression than just a smile. Perhaps on in the throws of pleasure. Something he'd thought about but didn't entertain the idea. Kei felt his mind picking up speed just as his heartbeat did.

He should leave. He should turn around and leave. He should leave and act like this didn't happen. He shouldn't be edging closer to the door. He shouldn't be holding his breath as he leaned into the sliver of light just to see the cause of your noises.

He shouldn't. But he did.

Immediately he felt his cock twitch in his pants. The sight of you. Legs spread on either side of the soaking tub. Shower head clearly not in it's holder. Kei felt his heart racing as both your hands were under the water as well as the shower head. A clear beautiful picture of what was happening.

"F-Fuck- Mmm-"

Enchanted to watch you raise one hand to your lips. Fingers passing your lips as Kei watched you suck the water off them earnestly. Not hiding the fact you wished it was something else. Doing so to clearly muffle your moans. It didn't matter though as he saw everything first hand. In no time there was no way Kei could keep his trembling hands still.

Finding his palm pressed against the crotch of his pants. He knew what he was doing. With the crack of the door hiding his entire frame behind the rest of it. Kei didn't try to stop himself. Better yet, he didn't even think to stop himself.

Fumbling with his zipper like it was the first time he'd ever undone his slacks. Kei cursed himself for the second he had to take his eyes off you. Frantic like he'd miss anything. The second his long fingers curled around his cock though it took no time at all for his golden eyes to soak up the scene before him.

Strokes with no rhyme or reason. He could already feel the tightness in his stomach just the second his thumb swiped over his slit. Drooling precum that he only smeared back onto his cock as Kei focused around his swollen tip in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly. The man leaned into the door frame with a catch in his breath.

Your eyes were closed. Head tipped back against the lip of the tub. Fingers no longer in your mouth. Instead groping at your own breast. Twisting and tugging on your nipple as your body shifted in the water. Kei wanted more than anything to see that shower head between your legs. Knowing the sweetness that must have been your poor oversensitive clit being treated so well with the massage setting of the shower head. Knowing your legs were spread and trembling with the vibration of water against you. Sparing the thought his tongue could do so much more. And when that thought crossed his mind. His blond head between your legs instead of the shower head-

"S-Shit! Kei-"

His name. Static swallowed him up. The buck in his hips as Kei clasped his hand over his own mouth. Biting down on the meat of his thumb just to muffle his moans as his body twitched. Warmth gushing into his hand there wasn't even a chance for the young man to register anything but the wave of pleasure as his cum dripped through his fingers. Suddenly light headed it took a second for him to register your call to his name meant. His high cumming in time with your own when he saw you shudder in the bath tub.

A huge sigh leaving you. Kei looked down to see the streaks of cum dripping off his fingers and the puddle he'd left on the ground. Suddenly aware of what just happened. He couldn't scuff the mark on your carpet fast enough as he tried to regain his composure. In the panicked dash to not get caught, Kei left without his pay completely. Dry cum sticky on his hand and the thud in his chest as his body still ached after that knee buckling orgasm. All he could think about was one thing.

His name. He heard his name from your lips.

Replayed about five hundred more times in his head. No amount of banishing the thought or simply trying to force it to runs its course made the plaguing thought stop. The way you twitched and came in the tub calling his name in a muffled moan. Kei was flush with the image constantly. In an attempt to get rid of it he thought simply going home and jerking off again would help.

It didn't.

Once more. Twice more. Until he just had nothing left in him. Kei was stuck that night thinking of nothing but you even when he couldn't squeeze even a drop out of himself. Unsure he'd ever masturbated this much. He was even more unsure what to do when there was nothing he could but think about you in every compromising thought he'd ever had these past few weeks. Now with the knew knowledge of what you might look and sound like if they were to ever happen.

To happen? What was he even thinking? He would be lucky if you hadn't found the mess he left and never wanted to see him again. Accuse him of spying like some hard up perv. A four eyed freak. Suddenly Kei was worried about the trouble he might get into but even more worried that he might never see you again. All for a brief immature impulse he could have controlled if he really wanted to.

Then a simple text.

'You left your pay! I'm so sorry I didn't leave it out!'

You hadn't noticed then?

Kei spent a good four hours sitting on that text. Overthinking. Over analyzing. Feeling like a fool until he succumbed to the thought perhaps you just genuinely hadn't noticed. And if you hadn't noticed, then he was in the clear.

Your text was easily remedied. After profound apologies on your end. One's Kei just tried to play off as nothing. A solution was met with the fact that you needed to have him come watch your son at the beginning of the week. Pay for the missed day plus, the one you needed a babysitter for and extra as an apology for stiffing him the last time. Everything seemed normal. Kei could bury this down and pretend it didn't happen if you never noticed.

Like every other time he'd come to watch your son. Nothing seemed to change. You still smiled. Told them what was already prepped for him. How your son was doing that day and of course when you'd be back. Simple enough. Kei was quiet but you didn't seem to notice. Not like he wanted you to notice but something stuck in his craw as he watched your face with extra attention to detail. The image of you in the bath still etched in his head.

Thankfully when you left though things seemed normal.

Routine as all the other times had been. Kei sat at the table on his phone as his little charge colored quietly.

"....Tsukki-san, do you like my mom?" The question swooped onto him without warning. He nearly dropped his phone on the table to see the kid hadn't even looked up from his drawing with such a question.

"What? Why would you ask that?" Kei choked on his words a little harder than he meant to. An accident if they came out harsh but he struggled to clamor for a calm before his face lite up.

A little bit of a shrug from the kid who only kept shading his drawing, "I don't know....mommy smiles a lot when you're around and you listen nicely to her. My teacher said you listen to people important to you. So I figured mommy was important to you.

"Well, she pays me." He rubbed the back of his neck trying to chalk this up to kids being kids, "It would be rude to not listen."

"Mommy's boss doesn't listen to her."

"The Principle?" He was a little surprised considering the patient he and his team mates had been gifted for three whole years from the Karasuno principle.

"No." He shook his head and picked up a different colored pencil, "The food and drink boss. I think that's one of the reasons she cries."

So your other job sucked. Not surprised. And definitely a reason to come home after a shitty day and relax as such. He might have ruined a poor working woman's only way of unwinding. Still though Kei dwelled on the fact his name from your lips never once left his thoughts.

"...does your mom talk about me?"

The kid looked up from his artwork with a deadpan look. One Kei almost immediately regretted the question that came out of his mouth. If he could take it back he would. Before that though the kiddo opened his mouth, "She likes you. She says nice things about you when I tell her about our day together."

Close to the way his chest tightened when he heard you moan his name. There wasn't a lot more he wanted to hear. Even though he was feeling particularly chatty for the stoic man. Kei clung to the idea the rest of the day that you talked about him. Maybe it was just to your own kid who liked him. But still it made his heart race thinking you spared him more than one thought.

Engulfed in his thoughts all day. By the time the kid was yawning after dinner Kei didn't realize it was an hour before normal bed time. Offering him an earlier bed time. Kei was surprised hear him take the offer. Easy enough he thought. Meaning he'd have two hours of quiet before you would come in.

Tucked in. House picked up. Kei tried to guess if there was something to be prepped for the following days meal. But as he stared at the more than empty fridge he was startled when the front door clicked.

Quickly stealing a glance at the clock above the sink. He realized you were home over an hour early. About to walk around the divider wall and ask if you needed any help. Kei froze in his steps when he heard a sniffle. Startled Kei carefully came around the wall to see you wiping at your face still fully dressed and purse clutched to your chest.

"...are you ok L/N-san?" Kei's quiet question didn't go unnoticed.

Jumping at the suddenness. You clearly tried to gather yourself in front of him, "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't text or call I'd be early! I'm so sorry did I interrupt bath time I-"

"No no, he's already in bed," Kei's usual facade dipped into a frown as his blond brows pinched together, "Um, I'm sorry if this is too forward but...do you need some help?"

"This?" You laugh a little defeat with a shrug, "No it's fine I'm sorry. Here I'm sure you wanna get going let me get your pay and-"

He immediately shut down the shuffling you were doing in your purse, "I can stay." A clear deer in the headlights look. Your hand stays stuffed in your purse for a second as Kei awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, "I'd be here another hour anyways. I can stay."

For as blotchy as your eyes looked. He felt that familiar flutter in his chest when your lips curled into a soft smile. One that only looked so much sweeter when you wiped the remnants of tears from your eyes and smiled at him, "That's very sweet of you."

Once more with the subtle praise Kei didn't understand the way his skin prickled and heart picked up it's pace. Looking at you smiling though suddenly he realized he didn't want to leave at all. An hour or not. He wanted to stay regardless of the pay.

Kindly you'd offered him a drink. Well aware of the things you had in your home Kei didn't really want anything but tea when you offered a plethora of drinks more geared to kids than adults. Tea it was though when you both sat down on the couch. A huge sigh leaving you and Kei feeling stiffer than he normally would. Unable to untrain his eyes from watching every movement you made.

"How was he today?"

Caught off guard Kei blinked a few times until he realized you meant your son, "Good. He was good. We went to the park to swing and he ran into some of his friends. I think that's why he was extra tired today."

"That's good." You smile softly with the lip of your mug against your lips, "...I know I say this a lot but thank you. My son really enjoys the days you come over."

"He's a good kid," Kei rubbed his thumb over his mug unable to take a drink yet. Knots in his stomach terrorizing as all he could think about was the few inches between him and you on the couch.

About ready to say something else. Kei opened his mouth just to be stuffed by the surprise of your sniffling. Panicked to see you wiping at your eyes but still smiling. He quickly tried to take the cup from your hands as you laughed through the tears.

"Heh- I'm glad. I'm glad he's so well-" It's obvious you can't stop them from coming, "I miss him. I miss him so much. Making ends meet all these years. I miss being home. With him- God you must think I'm a mess I'm so sorry let me-"

"No." His firmness in his voice catches you off guard. Kei swallows the lump in his throat when you look over at him. Something about your red eyes and dewy lashes becoming the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. You stare at him stunned for as long as it takes he can't think of anything else. Until finally it's too much.

Static in the room as everything stands still in the second his lips meet yours. Warm from the tea you sipped before hand. His own palms warm from holding the mug when he slips them against the tops of your hand. With his heart beating in his throat. The way Kei presses into the kiss lasts a million years while also being done in the blink of an eye.

Pulled away only when he realizes you didn' reject him. A swath of emotions all go like static in his head as Kei stares at you now closer to him on the couch. Unmoving even after the kiss. The seconds drifting between each last longer than the sudden kiss it seems.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

Met with your warm palms flush against the sides of his neck. Kei is pulled down into another kiss. One that's deeper than what he spared you. Under no complaints though he urges his body into the kiss when his hands quickly come up to cup your cheeks in his palms. Meeting your lips with all the excitement that had been building in him since that first day you smiled at him.

Broken for breath, Kei doesn't let it end. Peppering your lips with kisses even as they miss their mark a few times and end up on the corner of your lips and on the bow of your lips, "I- I wanna stay-"

Terrified of what you're words might be. Kei wasn't a gambling man. Or a nosey man. Or even a gutsy man. He didn't want to know your answer to his heat of the moment question.

"Stay-" Your breath against his lips as your eyes fluttered shut just as your forehead pressed to his, "Please- Stay."

A gamble paid off. Emotions still clouded in static all he cared about was kissing you more.

Pecks and peppers turning to lips parted and moans exchanged. It wasn't until his hands found their way up the hem of your shirt did it hit you.

"Not here-" You kissed him frantically like your lips would fall off if you didn't, "Bedroom-Please-"

Fine with him. The couch too small for all his limbs anyway. Unable to keep your bodies apart as Kei hastily tried to pull your shirt off with shaky hands. You doing the same as your hands pushed up his shirt. You both crashed down on your bed in nothing but your underwear before you knew it. Sure there was a trail of clothes. None of that mattered.

"Are you sure?" Baited breath as you looked up at the blond man above you, "I don't want you to think you have to I-"

"I've wanted to since the day we talked." Kei mumbled into your neck. Lips dancing over the sensitive part of your jawline, "I saw you- I just- I need you."

"Kei." Just like the other night when his name rolled off your lips it sent him into a frenzied state. Every which way he could think of having you. And suddenly he was having you.

Kisses moving down your collar bone. Following the strap of your bra. Kei felt his heart threatening to erupt from his chest. Not his first time. It was certain his first time being this intoxicated by his partner. When he hesitated above your bra Kei licked his lips impulsively when you tugged down your bra.

Breasts spilling over the top of your worn bra. Didn't matter to him what you were in as he looked at the stretch marks across the tops of your breasts and how soft they looked. Just as wonderful as they'd looked in the bath. His mouth watered until he couldn't stand it anymore.

Latching himself to the same breast he saw you playing with. His guess was right. A loud moan coming from your lips as his tongue danced around the hardening bud. Big middle blocker hand coming up to grope them both as his mouth could only pay attention to one at a time.

Buried in his work. Kei couldn't help the moan against your soft mounds as your leg came up to rub against his crotch. Clothed cock leaking into his boxer briefs. Your moans encouraging him to rub against your thigh as he couldn't tear himself away from your tits. Delighted to just have your breasts in his face. Kei didn't find it fair to not offer you a bit more.

Hand drifting down your soft stomach. It was the hitch in his breathing when his fingers grazed over the wetness of your panties. Pressing his fingers against the wettest part of them as he looked up at your with half lidded golden eyes. Seeing your reaction to the grinding of his fingers against your clothed cunt meant he needed more.

Kissing down your breasts. Each stretch mark and soft supple inch of skin. The broad shouldered man finally made it between your legs. All but a mess of blond waves as he kissed all over your thighs and ghosted his lips over the crotch of your panties.

"K-Kei-" You moaned, fists clenching the bedding under you as your body felt like it was on fire.

He needed no other go ahead. Long fingers peeling your panties down to reveal what he'd dreamt about since he saw you in the bath.

Cunt lips soaked and plump. Your poor swollen bud peaking out from your wetness. Kei licked his lips never having wanted to tasted something so bad in his life. And taste is exactly what he did.

Tongue diving between your folds. His tasting was relentless. Kei lapped at your core. Finding the most enjoyment as his tongue swirled around your clit. Harder with each passing second against his tongue. It was when your hands found his hair that he felt like everything was perfect.

Your fingers tight in his curls. Hips shuddering under him. A delicate touch peeling away your cunt lips so he could his undivided attention to your clit. Kei found himself lost with your juices coating his face before your moans choked in your throat.

"I- I can't! Kei- Kei I'm cumming!" Body shuddering and his tongue not stopping. He kept you pinned under him as you rode out orgasm on his tongue. Each buck and thrust of your hip only met with the fact Kei wouldn't let up on bringing you to nothing short of nirvana.

With the thump in your pussy. Feeling the waves of pleasure still washing over you. When his lips finally left your core and you saw with half lidded eyes how wet his face was and his poor cock straining against his briefs. You quickly try to offer going down on him in return.

"Please....I saw you in the bath the other night," Kei confessed from above you, "Please let me-"

"Fuck me." You beat him to it, "Absolutely fuck me Kei."

A throb to his cock. Fearing he might cum the second he touched you. Still he couldn't pass this up.

Pulling himself free of the confines of his underwear. Squeezing the base of his cock as he lingered above you. Precum dripped and drool onto your thigh. Immediately you spread your legs in the most inviting way possible. Even if he wanted to say no, there was nothing he could do to stop himself.

Swiping his cock head against your soaked lips. Electricity shoots through his body. Kei can feel how heavy his balls are. Nothing driving him more than the idea of fucking you full. Realizing now it's what he's wanted since the day he met you.

More than wet enough, Kei sinks himself into your cunt with a guttural sigh leaving him. Warm walls clenching and fluttering around him. Once he feels your plush lips swallow him all the way to the base. It's when he has to plant his arms on either side of you just to catch his breath.

You clearly had other ideas though. When he took in a steady breath is at the same moment you start moving your hips. Willingly fucking yourself on his cock as Kei stares down at you under him. There's nothing he can think to say. As you work yourself on him and moan under him. He's certain he could loose it just like this. But the desire to thrust into you is simply too much.

Laying most of his weight down onto you. Inadvertently scooping your hips up and pushing deeper inside you. Kei feels like he's going to melt as the curve of his cock certain kisses the back of your cervix. Breath ragged and forehead already dewy with sweat. His thrusts start slow until your lewd moans are too much to ignore.

"Kiss me- Kei kiss me-" Not needing to be told twice. His lips crash onto yours. Letting his thrusts get a little sloppy but neither of you seem to mind.

Tightness around his length just as each thrust feels like it might be his last. Kei gives up on being propped on his arms. Instead curling them around you as tight as he can as the man desperately thrusts into you. A first time for everything, he can't believe the little moans that leave his own lips as his high comes closer and closer to crashing down on him.

"In me-"

"W-What-"

"In me! God fuck cum in me please-" You hips buck up best they can in this position. Finally leading to you just wrapping your legs around his waist and letting Kei fuck you at his own pace, "Please Kei- Fill me up-"

Swallowed up in the moment. Asked for his cum. Cunt swallowing him up and mind going fuzzy as his kisses turn sloppy. Kei can't keep it together anymore.

"S-Shit- y-y/n-" Groan leaving him in the seconds his hips stall out. The tall man ruts his hips into yours hard one last time as his high reaches an unreturnable point.

Swallowed up in his own pleasure. Shared with you as the warmth of his cum floods your aching walls. Even dripping down between your ass cheeks. It's in one big sigh that the both of you relax. But don't move from your embrace.

Kei's face still buried in your neck. As his cock still sunk deep in you with the cum he left you just like you asked. You exhale contentedly under him as your grip on his shoulders loosen. Instead ending up with fingers in the curls at the base of his neck as the two of you both catch your breath in the post glow warmth of your shared intimacy.

"...I could come more often, to help," Kei quickly clarified his mumble into your neck. The man stiffening a little bit above you but refusing to let go, "And maybe...you don't have to pay me so you know...you could quit that second job."

"Kei-" You voice rolls off his tongue in the same way he loves hearing it.

Something about it though he can't bring himself to let you go. Afraid of the look you might give him or answer. Inadvertently he hugs you tighter as his face stays tucked in your neck.

"Don't say it's because I feel bad or anything." He swallowed hard on the lump in his throat, but bit the bullet and lifted his head from your neck to look at you under him, "I want to. I want to be...around you more...both of you."

A quiver to your bottom lip. Eyes searching his face for a trace of doubt. Until finally your gaze falls on his golden eyes fixated on you. That tremble to your lip disappears when he doesn't waiver. Replaced with a big smile and a little giggle, "We'd both like that very much."

Nuzzling your nose against his. Kei steals another kiss. Unbelievably so feeling his lips curl into a smile against your own. Fingers tracing small circles against his neck as the kiss fades, Kei reburies his face in your neck and hugs you tight under him.

"Your son?" Kei mumbles worried about the one thing that might be an issue.

You giggle and lean your head against the side of his as you hug him tight against you even as none of you make a single motion to move away. Realizing this might be the first night in months that you don't cry yourself to sleep amidst the rest of everything else. You kiss the side of Kei's head and feel him do the same with a kiss on your shoulder, " Don't worry. He's always wanted to have breakfast with you."

Something about that made the tall man laugh and he had to add, "And you?"

You shut your eyes instead of staring at the ceiling. Just enjoying the warmth as the two of you lay together as Kei continues to pepper your shoulder his kisses, "I'll have a cup of coffee."

"How about a cup of coffee and a kiss?" Kei lifts his head to look at you.

It was your standard “have her home by midnight” and Peter wasn’t about to waste any time.

You were tucked in the backseat of his aunt’s Buick, him hovering heavy over your chest, shirts strewn off to the side a long time ago. His lips are quick, and so are his hands. You feel him all over; fingertips like greased lightning across your flesh in a game for more.

More time. More of you. More of everything. He just couldn’t get enough.

I’m gonna give you something to remember me by. Every time you take your pretty little top off, it’s gonna be me underneath. Every goddamn time.

Granted, you can’t complain. Your dad was sending Peter on a mission somewhere along the West Coast, and you would be lying if you said the thought of all the bikini tops and miniskirts he would be around didn’t make you the least bit nervous. The California sunshine had a certain effect on people.

This was as much for him as it was for you.

His teeth drag across your skin in a way that you can only describe as a gnaw of sorts. Like a dog to a bone. He’s hungry.

“I love you.” You breathe.

The words cause him to hitch. Peter lifts his head from where it’s buried in between the juncture of your neck, honey brown orbs swallow you in with a newfound desire. Your stomach flips.

“D’you mean that?” His voice is husky, and there’s a little crackling to it. The kind you would hear if you were sitting before a fire, and the night sky was threatening to blow it out, turn it into dust. It was the kind that falters.

“I do.”

A heartbeat. Then, two. You start again. “You don’t have to say it back. Just thought you should know since, y’know, you are ditching me for a mon-”

He catches the last of your sentence between his lips. Swallows the sound, lets it run down his throat, lets it sit in the pit of his stomach where butterflies bed. Just as you’re about to kiss him back, he pulls away. Foreheads flush against each other, noses brushing.

“I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you.” States Peter. That’s how he says it - a statement. Like it was the most obvious thing.

Like you should have known all along.

Neither of you waste much time after that. The rest of your clothes are tugged off, lips collide in a manner so eager and ravenous, it was as though the burgers you had a couple of hours ago never even happened. Peter tastes of strawberry milkshakes and tomatoes, and his scent is pure, pure adrenaline. Legs entangled, fingers intertwined, he fills you up so whole you almost feel complete. Like this is where he belongs.

There’s a burning between your legs, and you buck your hips up impulsively. Your head skyrockets up a bit to bite down on his collarbone as you let out something of a groan into his skin there. Tears brim your eyes. This wave of both pain and pleasure hits you - hard.

“Shit.” Moans Peter. “Shit, shit, shit, sh-”

One hand steady on your waist, the other finds its way into your hair and he gently pulls your head back just enough to see your face. Your eyes are still squeezed shut as you feel his fingers tuck stray strands behind your ears. “You’re so pretty, baby. So, so pretty.”

He still hasn’t moved. He’s waiting for you.

“Peter.” You cry.

“Sh. Sh. Lemme look at you for a sec.” He cooes. “Wanna remember this forever.”

Then, your eyes flutter open. His gaze is heavy under hooded lids, but there’s something of a drunken smile on his face. He brings his forehead up to yours again, his lips brush against yours but he doesn’t kiss you. Just lets the two of you be in each other’s presence.