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captainaikus · 2 years ago

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𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : 𝟎.𝟓

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐍𝐍 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 (𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞.)

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 : 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫' 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬- 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟓.𝟏𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟐𝟒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬).

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐌𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝟏𝟖+

˚୨୧⋆｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 ��𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 !! <𝟑

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞), 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐣𝐨𝐛,𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐲.

˚୨୧⋆｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

✦ 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

It had been over two weeks now and every gesture of yours had been turned down by Yoichi. It wasn’t the fact that you were ‘sex depraved’ as he called it; you were just determined to make him lose.

Booty shorts with the lowest temperature set with the air conditioner on? He simply handed you a blanket with a smile, “It is cold.” Another time you bent over after spilling coffee all over the table on purpose as he was behind you on the couch hoping to get a reaction, only to find him poised and reading his book; making you sigh as if it was all for nothing.

Staring at the spilled coffee on the table, you felt a smirk crawl its way onto your lips.

This was sure to work.

Setting out a white shirt on the bed, you had your plan set out in motion for the next evening.

It had been a long day of practice for Isagi, beginning with a light sheen of sweat from the warmups he had to do and continuing to shed more salty perspiration after a game or two, pushing himself the hardest he can on the field. Sighing in exhaustion he dropped the bag to the floor, closing the door behind him as he walked into the house, eager to rest. Seeing you sit crossed legged on the couch, he gave a tired smile, walking over to you to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Welcome home.” you muttered, closing your book as you turned to look at him.

He seemed exhausted, freshly smelling of a body wash that he had showered himself with.

But you weren't going to go easy on him, making sure that he was ready to drop dead out of exhaustion once you were done with him at the end of the night, the reason behind the motive was to remind that the sex depraved one in the relationship wasn't you, teasing and edging him till he had begged you to let him cum.

“Can you pass me the bottle of water behind you on the table?” you asked, the wheels of your head turning as you prepared yourself for what you were planning to do next. “Sure.” he said, reaching over the bottle of water, unscrewing it and giving it to you.

It was showtime.

Taking sips of water, you made sure to expose your throat, knowing how weak Isagi was for it, knowing that he liked to bite and lick it when the two of you were intimate. What came next was more crucial.

Pulling the bottle away from your lips, you let it spill on your throat, as it cascaded down to the white shirt that now turned transparent, making the curves of your body stood out; your nipples standing hard from the chill air and the coldness of the water that you had spilled over your body as Isagi watched it happen, mesmerized by you. He swallowed, shifting uncomfortably as his cock began to stir in his pants, making him squirm on the arm of the couch.

“Fuck- I got water all over me” you said, pulling the shirt behind you, giving him a better view of your tits, making his self restraint weak as he wanted to grab and squeeze it.

It had been long since he last did this wasn’t it? The challenge seemed stupid compared to what he could have had and yet he denied himself. His hard on had become obvious, making the tent in his pants stand out.

You had won.

“It seems like my Yoichi has a problem with his pants. Want me to take them off, velvet?” you asked, looking up at him.

With the gulping of his saliva, he knew he had lost, as he watched you take off his pants and his hard member pointing towards you.

“Looks like my little rabbit has made quite the mess.” you remarked, giving him a teasing look at his cheeks had a violent blush spread through them. He watched you as you took his member into your mouth, sucking the tip of it as you gave him doe eyes, pushing his shirt up to reveal the v lines of this lower abdomen. Taking the hem of his shirt into his hands, Isagi watched as you took his member into your hand, stroking it while the string of precum connected from the tip of your tongue to his aching cock.

Feeling the tip of your tongue trace the underside of his cock, a moan escaping his lips; his hands loosening their grip on his shirt as they moved towards your head, wanting to push more of himself into your mouth, feeling the warm and wet muscles of it tightening around him as you sucked him many times before. He whined when he felt you pull away, the sudden cold air of the room making him shiver as his sensitive cock was out.

“Ah ah ah” you tutted, clicking your tongue, hand gripping his cock with a slight squeeze, making him whimper, his eyes clenching shut from the feeling of your fist around him.

“You lost.” you stated. "After nearly three weeks. Nearly a month, you think I’m gonna let you have your way?” you asked, watching as he looked away in shame, hands bunching up in the pants that were on his waist, the elastic of it sticking to his skin. Taking your messy fingers, you poked one into his mouth, the tip of your finger resting on his bottom teeth;

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, dumb rabbit.” you glowered, eyes flicking to his lip as they formed an ‘o’ around your finger.

“Suck” you ordered, watching as he lowered his gaze, the tips of his ears reddening at the sound of your words, yet sucked obediently, bobbing his head back and forth, tasting himself on you.

Using your forefinger you lifted his chin, retracing your thumb out of his mouth. “You like tasting yourself that much?” you teased.

“Shut up.” he muttered, looking away, a hand coming to swat yours away in defiance, little did he know that the ball was not in your court but his. Fisting your hand into his shirt, you brought him forward, lips on the shell of his ear, giving it a teasing lick that sent a shiver down his spine.

“I’m warning you now, Velvet. Pull that with me and I’ll make you regret it. You might have your way on the field and I might let you have your way in bed with me; but right now and right here? I’m the fucking referee. I decide if you get to play or not. Are we clear?” you said grimly. Not hearing an answer from him, your hand moved from his shirt to jaw, pulling it back; looking into his eyes.

“Are we clear, Yoichi?” the words coming out as more of a statement than a question.

“Yes.” “Good boy. Now here’s what we’re gonna do.” you said, looking to the side towards the clock that hung on the wall. “I’m giving you five minutes. Strip everything and wait for me on your knees on the bed, with your arms behind you. If you don’t do it, I will make sure you regret it; and I mean it. It’s not an empty promise.” you said, as he nodded.

“Go.” you ordered, hearing him stumble, taking his pants off with his shirt to follow, the sound of the creaking of the bed with a ‘fuck’ to follow, making a smirk make its way to your face.

The white shirt never failed.

✦ 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧

If there was anything Rin was good at, it was the waiting game, the patience being stretched out into thin paper with the tension rising between the both of you as the weeks passed by when Rin had made up his mind to keep up the streak to prove you wrong. It was difficult for old habits to die hard and the same had been the case with Rin, his ego inflating when the challenge was brought to him, determined to prove you wrong along with winning. There were times when you had tried your best, letting your touches linger on his skin from the times you had been intimate with him, rather than giving into his carnal urges, Rin drew a line, leaving you with a pec rather than a heated and passionate kiss that would escalate to the bedroom.

You had tried your hardest, even making sure to wear clothes that hugged your figure, walking around the house without a bra, your nipples being seen through your shirt, yet all Rin was grunt and look the other way, holding the cup of coffee close his lips with one hand while the other held the magazine as his legs were crossed. It was one thing for actions to not be reciprocated back, but it was a completely different thing to have an outrageously handsome boyfriend who was not only a football player but also a yoga enthusiast.

Rin was sticking to his word as he sat in boxers on the yoga mat that was laid out in the living room, stretching his legs; the muscle on his thigh gaining prominence as he touched his toe with his hand, the sight giving you a view of an adonis-like body. He could feel your lingering gaze, but chose to ignore it, instead taking it a step further to prove the point that he wasn’t giving in anytime soon - raising himself on one hand, teal eyes staring right into yours.

‘I will win.’

He was trying to make you give in; yet… little did he do to remind himself that it took two tango, the only question remaining was who would give in first.

Over the next few days, you pondered over ways you could get Rin's attention, determined to make him lose. He was impatient with your touches, snatching his hand away from your offensively if your touch lingered for long, turning his back to you saying that you could take a chair and take things from the shelf if they were too high for you when you had worn the booty shorts that stuck a little too well to your rear, as he walked out of the room smirking at your ‘pathetic’ attempt at trying to get his attention. The cogwheels in your head turned, you were aware that Rin wasn’t one to give in easily, wanting a statement of defeat out of you, reveling in the humiliation that you had faced for not being able to control your urges. Folding your arms, you relaxed into the cushions of the sofa.

What could possibly make him snap?

If there was a weakness to rin, it would be his inability to control his emotions if the game was not in his hands anymore, unable to control the pieces on a chessboard. Eyes widening at the thought, you picked up your phone, typing away for the plan you had set up. If Rin thought he could win, you were there to slim his chances to none.

“And what are we doing at a downtrodden place like this?” Rin asked with an expression of disgust as he eyed the building in front of him up and down, loud music blaring from inside the building as the doors of the establishment opened and closed as bouncers stood in front of the door.

“It’s a club.” “It’s a pathetic excuse of one. Is this establishment even successful?” he sneered.

“This is where we were supposed to meet Kimiko.” you stated, grabbing the sleeve of his coat when he was about to turn and leave. “It’s rude manners to keep someone waiting, Rin.” you added, your eyebrows pinching with disappointment at him.

Grunting, he lowered his hand, pulling his sleeve away from you. “Fine.” he said, walking ahead of you into the club with you following him as he took long steps.

Once inside the club Rin crinkled his nose from the loud music, moving through the sea of people towards the table where Kimiko sat with her boyfriend.

The conversation was awkward with a round of drinks that were served; the quiet chattering of office work, gossip and old memories coming to life while Rin swirled his glass of whiskey. Getting up from your respective seats, your plan was set into motion as the three of you headed towards the dance floor, finding a space among the crowd to move your bodies to the rhythm of the blaring music while Rin stayed behind keeping an eye on you.

You knew Rin was not a fan of loud spaces, finding comfort in the soft murmurs of expensive restaurants with classical music as ambience. This was out of his comfort zone, an advantage to be used to set your plan into motion.

Moving your body with the sway of your hips, you danced to the music, feeling the euphoric high it gave you, making you look seductive and carefree; with the aim to attract unwanted attention, knowing that teal eyes were watching every movement from across the room.

You felt a stranger come up to you, arms on either side with the silent permission to be your dance partner. You accepted, moving into him with close proximity, rolling your body to the rhythm of the music, giving him a smile as you raised your hands into your hair.

Rin grit his teeth watching you get close to a stranger on the dance floor. His eyes never left you, gaze wandering to the skin that was exposed by your skirt, rolling higher as you raised your hands to feel the beat of the blaring loudspeakers around the room. Try as he might to compose himself, his hand clenching into the cloth of pants, threatening to rip it as he stared at you, giving the stranger an all too sweet smile as if you were happy to see him despite never knowing him. His patience snapped as he watched you raise your hands to your hair, exposing your neck while you danced.

Enough was enough for him. Getting up from the table with the push of his chair back, he drew the attention of the people nearby tables with the screeching of the chair against the floor. With heavy steps, he shoved against the crowd, walking towards where you were. Pushing the man away he gave a protest, he dragged you by the arm, pushing the doors of the exit violently.

Pressing you against the wall, he placed either arms on your side, staring into your eyes, nostrils flaring from anger and his jaw clenched.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing.” he sneered.

“Dancing.” you answered with a shrug.

“Don’t act dumb with me. You and I both know very well that that wasn’t dancing. Do you get off acting like a slut with another man?” he growled as you looked away unbothered.

Anger seeped through his veins as he came closer to you, his hand coming to squish your cheeks to make you face him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” he ordered.

You clenched your jaw, your hand coming to move his away with force, the other on his throat. Placing your foot next to his, you made him trip, spinning him around when he was against the wall, teal eyes widening in surprise as they stared at you as you pinned one of his arms pinned to the wall while you used your elbow to pin his opposite shoulder down.

“What’s wrong? Did the big bad football player lose his composure with me getting close to another man?” you mocked as his eyebrows pinched at your remark. “It was understandable for you to go with the stupid challenge, being the big headed person you are, but did you really ever take into account that I was being roped into an agreement I wasn’t a part of?” you asked grimly. “I had to watch you every fucking morning, stretching out on the yoga mat, taking all kinds of positions. You knew what you were doing. Tempting me when you’re the one who picked up the challenge. You thought you could make me give in with that? Hm?” you taunted, making him look to the side with his jaw clenched.

Placing your forefinger on his lower jaw, you moved it with force, making him look at you.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Rin.” you ordered as you felt him take in a shaky breath.

“You wanna know what a slut is like?” you asked, a smile making its way to your face with your eyebrows raised, lifting your knee to rub against his cock. He gasped with a broken moan as he felt you move your knee up and down against his cock. “It seems like you already do.” you stated with a laugh, leaning into his ear to nibble it.

“Fuck you.” he said gritting his teeth.

“Don’t test me brat. We’re out in public. Do you want people on the street to see me take a football player at the back of the club?” you taunted, leaning more of your body weight onto him, the surface of your thigh rubbing against his dick, feeling the bulge in his pants.

“Then again, you would like that wouldn’t you?” you asked, continuing to rub against it, making him lean the back of his head onto the brick wall behind him, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his spit.

“Who knew the big bad Rin was actually such a pathetic slut vying for attention? What? Got angry that I gave it to another man?” you grit out, grinding your thigh into his crotch, making him moan while slipping two fingers into his mouth until the tips of it hit the back of his throat. “Hold your moans in, slut. There are people watching us.” you said, “Suck on them. Get them nice and wet for me.”

He did as you told, rolling his tongue on the underside of your fingers, his lips sucking on your digits with sloppiness.

“Good boy. It seems like you can listen.” you said, moving your fingers back and forth, hearing him gag lightly. You continued to do so until you pulled your fingers away from his lips, a string of saliva connecting to his mouth. Even if his eyes were clouded with lust you could see a hint of stubbornness mixed with anger in them as they stared at you.

“What? Didn’t like my fingers down your throat?” you asked with a smirk, wiping your wet fingers on his coat while your other hand moved from his pinned forearm, to his throat. “Imagine how I take your cock. Remember the times where you’d push my head forward to take all of you in?” you asked, dragging the tip of your finger down the expanse of his throat until you had reached a few centimeters under his Adam's apple, the tip of it digging into the skin of it lightly.

“Here.” you said, moving towards him to kiss the area, running your tongue on it, making him shudder. “That’s how far you go on days you decide to face fuck me. And look at you, choking and gagging around just two fingers. Pathetic.”

Taking a step back, you gave him space, watching him blush wildly, the uncomfortable bulge in his pants quite visible along with a wet spot that was from the precum that seeped through his boxers.

“Tch. Fuck off.” he mutterred. Tapping his cheek twice, his teal eyes stared into yours. Raising two fingers to tap against his cheek, you watched as he raised his hand to swat it away, with you catching his wrist in your hand, fingers tightening around it.

“You might be big and strong Rin, but in all honesty; you can whine like a bitch in bed.” you stated, taking your phone out of your pocket, playing an audio recording that you had secretly had when you were bouncing on him making him moan and whine, his eyes widening at the clipping. Reaching out his other hand, he tried reaching for it, eager to take it out of your hands.

“Ah ah ah.” you tutted, clicking it shut and pocketing it as he looked at you with a mean glare.

“Glare at me all you want, brat. That was just a demonstration of the last time when I was giving you pleasure. But when we get home…” you whispered, pulling him by the sweater he wore. “I am going to break you. Until you’re nothing but a drooling mess.”

You pulled away, watching him caste his gaze down in shame. “The tent in your pants is too obvious. Cover it with your coat.” you ordered as he did so, shamefully. “Let’s go home.”

✦ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

There were times when you had a hard time interpreting Meguru, wondering if he was serious or just oblivious. It had been two weeks ago when he had told you about taking up the challenge. He had stuck to his word, but his actions had made you frustrated with the mornings where he would hold your waist, fingertips digging into your hips as he kissed your neck, licking the side of it like a puppy; or the times when you would lean over the counter, reaching for an item on the cabinet and he would teasingly slap your ass, announcing his arrival. He had always been affectionate, relying on physical touch and often at times, his gestures moving from the boundary of being affectionate to being sensual. Over a period of days, he would make it difficult, nuzzling into you in the morning, hands slipping under your shirt, teasing the space between your tits with the light drag of his fingertips; or climbing into your lap when you read the magazine, nuzzling into your neck as a sign of affection, until you had decided that you had had enough.

If there was a kink that you knew Meguru had, it had to be when he saw you working at your pottery table, throwing clay on the table as you used water to smoothen it out. A plan formed in your brain, wanting to pay him back for his unconscious teasing. A gentle reminder during the month wouldn’t hurt would it?

Looking at the clock, you changed into one of his shirts, making sure to take off your bra along with it. He was to be home soon, and you were determined to teach him a lesson for leaving you high and dry on days that he had become sensual, leaving you to take care of yourself.

“I’m home!” Bachira announced, tossing his duffle bag to the side of the room as it landed on the sofa, taking his shoes off messily at the entrance of the house. Not hearing a response, he wandered further into the house, searching for you.

“Toki?” he asked, stepping into the room where you sat by the lamp, hands placing the large clump of clay in the middle of the wheel. You had barely started, wanting to make him watch you as you began to shape the clay as you sat in his shirt, the wheel turning and the top of the blunt clay now became narrow, forming into a phallic shape.

“Yes, sunflower?” you answered, hearing his sock covered feet make their way to you across the wooden floor of the room.

“It seems like the artist is inspired during late hours… didn’t you wanna work during the day when sunlight came in?” he chuckled, watching as you shaped the clay, hands moving sensually around it, your figure looking seductive in the shadow of the lampshade.

“What can I say? It comes to me naturally.” you rasped, raising a teasing eyebrow at him. “Wanna throw some clay with me?” you offered, making some space for him in front of you, kicking a cushion on the empty space between your feet with your hands covered in the light gray of the clay. Eyes lighting up, Bachira took off his jacket and jersey, knowing that they were going to get dirty as he had been sloppy with clay, wanting to sit in his boxers. Ducking under your forearm, he shifted his form under you, hands holding your forearms to get adjusted, his feet pushing the potter’s wheel a little away to make space for himself; not knowing that he had fallen into your trap.

Hands coming on the clay between yours, he touched it lightly, getting the tips of his fingers messy. Taking your hands off the spinning clay, you placed it over his, mimicking his sensual movements from days prior, sliding the pads of your fingers across his knuckles.

Meguru felt your hands on his hands, circling around his wrists, your teasing touch on his knuckles as he tried to focus on the clay. Deciding to pay no attention, he shifted uncomfortably, shaking dirty thoughts off his mind.

Deciding to push forward, you put the second step of the plan in place, cupping his knuckles and leaning forward, pressing your breasts on his neck.

“You’re doing so well, sunflower.” you whispered, coming close to the shell of his ear.

Meguru could feel your breasts push against his neck, a wild blush blooming on his cheeks at the feeling of it when his cock started to harden slowly in his boxers as he turned in the opposite direction of your face, pulling his ear away from you.

“So sensitive…” you remarked, clenching your hands around his and ruining the clay, his expression pinching into a confused one at the sight.

The wheel had stopped. Moving your hands from the messy clump of clay in front of you, you leaned down to move it towards his torso, teasing the line between his abs with a light trail of clay, the gray remnants of it making him shiver as it hardened on his skin, dragging your fingertips up to his neck, teasing the surface of it with your hands until you had cupped it, feeling him swallow under your palm.

Tilting his back, you made his honey-like gaze meet yours, making him gasp in the process as his hands came to rest on yours while the other held your other forearm, smearing the clay on it.

“Do you know how difficult you’ve made this week for me, Meguru?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. “Day after day even if you were doing the stupid challenge, I’ve had to deal with your torturing touches, mornings where you’d tease me, spank my ass, lick my neck… and then what would you do?” you asked him grimly, your thumb and forefinger squeezing the sides of the column of his throat.

“You’d go out of the house as if nothing happened… leaving me to deal with what you started.”

“Do you really get that much joy on leaving me and dry, Meguru?” you asked, leaning into his face, hand pushing by his throat into your lap, kissing his lips. Meguru moaned into the kiss as it became sloppy, your tongue moving against his. “Open your mouth.” you commanded as he did what you asked, letting your saliva drip sweetly on the surface of it. Pulling back you watched as his honey like gaze turned into that of a lusted one, eager to please you.

“Look at you taking my spit so sweetly into your mouth.” you cooed, thumb slipping to hold the tip of his tongue down. “You’d be really happy to take it too wouldn’t you?”

Bachira’s eyes widened in excitement, enticing a scoff out of you.

“You’re such a slut, Meguru. Getting excited from just my spit.” you said, letting go of his tongue.

“Swallow it.” you ordered.

Closing his lips, he continued to gaze at you, his adam's apple bobbing once he had.

“Turn around and face me.” you stated, letting go of his throat. Meguru obeyed, kneeling on the cushion, as he gazed up at you, mouth partly opened, heated breaths escaping it. “Open your mouth and show me. I wanna see if you’ve swallowed it all like a good boy.” you asked, your middle and forefinger resting under his chin while your thumb pressing down on his bottom lip lightly. Taking the hint, Bachira opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

“Good boy.” you praised, petting the tresses of his hair. Running your hands into his hair, you tugged lightly at the roots of it, making him groan with his eyes closed, his hands twitching by his sides, aching to touch you.

“You wanna touch me Meguru?” you asked, making him open his eyes, his gaze burning into yours.

“Take my pjs and panties off.” you ordered as he nodded, hands circling around your calves, not caring if he smeared clay on them. Sliding his hands up your legs, he hooked two of his thumbs to the waistband of your pajamas pulling them down along with your panties, his eyes staring right at your drooling cunt.

Swiping two fingers of your juices, you prodded at his lips. Looking into your eyes, Bachira opened his mouth, taking both of them in, sucking on them earnestly, his hands on your thighs, massaging them sensually, his cock making an obvious tent in his boxers. Your gaze casts down to his boxers, the bulge catching your attention. “You need some relief sunflower?” you asked, making him nod slightly, his gaze looking at your lips in a silent ask for you to suck him off.

“I know what you want, Meguru.” you said, tilting your hand to make him look at you. “And you won’t be having it.” You slid your foot on his bulge, teasing it with the tip of your toes. “After what you did, my mouth is a privilege for you.” you stated, gazing down at him as he moaned around your fingers, letting go of it as he bucked his hips up, wanting more friction to get himself off.

You teased him, using the underside of your foot to rub up and down on his bulge, his hands moving from your thighs behind to either side of him, his back arched as he stared at you, rolling his hips to each of your movements, grinding his cock into you, his boxers starting to feel wet from your ministrations as you teased him.

Meguru could feel himself getting close as his moans began growing louder and his thrusts got sloppier.

He whined when he felt you pull your foot away, his eyebrows pinching from the ache in his boxers.

“You thought I’d let you have your way just because you decided to obey me?” you asked, crossing your leg over the other.

“Do you know how many times you’ve teased me this week?” you asked him, as he looked at you perplexed.

“Four times.” you stated, raising four fingers to him. His honey-like eyes moving from your fingers to your face. “And do you know what that means Meguru?” you added, one hand cupping both his cheeks to make him look at you. “That means I get to edge you three more times.” you said, his eyes widening.

“And I’m gonna make each one longer than the last.” you drawled, moving to peck him on the lips.

He had lost.

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