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a-kaash-me-outside · 2 years ago

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not fair - ch6

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...

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// "i hope you had your fill of feeling in control" ~ ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 6222 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter/tw: 18+ minors dni super nfsw, not really cheating anymore but still some vibes, use of character first names, somewhat anxious in the beginning, degradation, oral m!receive, dom/sub undertones, dirty talk, name calling,very soft feelings, soft sex too wow nice, cross posted from ao3, afab reader she/her pronouns

no more taglist for not fair, but get tagged in my other stuff! ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

You’d think that the walk back to your place would mean time to think and reflect. Kei and you had woken up only an hour or so after all three of you had fallen asleep. You were careful not to wake Tadashi, careful to not make a sound as you got dressed, put your shoes on, and locked the door behind you with your spare key.

The car was left in the driveway once again. It was a task for another day, you’re sure. For now, you’re just trying to tackle the sorting of everything that’s happening in your head and how you’re feeling leaving the house this time around.

You know that it was good for Tadashi, that’s exactly why you did it. Even with the pressure that was riding on you to make the night run smoothly and the unfamiliarity going into it, you have to admit that it was good for you as well. That surge of power was unlike anything you’ve felt really, and definitely was not something you were used to in the bedroom.

After everything was said and done, you felt confident. The outcome was better than you had anticipated and everyone listened to you and you felt that, on some level, Tadashi understood why everything had to unfold the way it did. All of that was a result of the role that you played, and it was a fun role to play.

But despite all of that, despite the overarching success of the night, the small journey back to your place feels weird, wrong, like something’s not quite in place. You don’t know why your brain feels off or where the confusion is coming from. You try to remind yourself that the night went exactly as it should’ve. You repeat it over and over in your mind, but you can’t shake the feeling.

You’re so focused on it that you barely notice that you’re at your front door. If Kei said anything on the walk back, it was lost to the outside air. You don’t know where it started, but you can feel the concentration in your core, spreading out to your fingertips and toes, and when you cross the threshold and step inside, you start feeling it on your skin.

Your mouth is about to open when Kei turns to face you. “I hope you had your fill of feeling in control.” His voice is low and you know exactly what that means, what’s coming next. You want to tell him about the feeling, are ready to spout out a warning color just as his hand wraps around your throat. Your instinct, then, is to reach for his wrist, fingers out to tap him, but your hand doesn’t even make it there before a feeling of calm spreads across your body.

His thumb guides your face up to look at him, to make direct eye contact with him. You’re certain that there is some residual dismay written on your face, because he almost takes a step back. You press your throat into his hand, stomach in knots. You don’t know how to tell him that what he’s doing is actually righting whatever felt so wrong before and if he stops you might burst into tears.

“So you did have your fill of control, huh?” he says softly. It’s riding a line between genuine care and condescending and somehow it still amazes you that after all this time, he’s still so incredible at reading you and knowing exactly what to do.

That feeling of discomfort, the building aches, and the spreading warmth. You felt out of place.

It doesn’t matter how much of a success the night was. It doesn’t matter how confident you felt when everything calmed down. When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, you knew exactly where you belonged.

You know exactly where you belong.

“Are you sure that you want to do this right now?” he asks, the genuine care completely taking over. He takes his hand off of your throat, his thumb out from under your chin, using it instead to caress your cheek. It feels left field only for a moment until you remember exactly how much has happened tonight, the mental preparation and the weight on your shoulders before you even walked in the doors, not to mention the follow-through and the decision making that you never really have to do.

Sure, part of you wants to wrap yourself around him, feel every inch of his skin against yours and stay there the entire night just like that, but the other part of you, the much bigger part, knows that you’ll have time for that after he puts you back in your place, exactly where you need to be.

You want to give away all of your control. You want to let go completely in a way that you never have. You don’t want to focus on pleasing him or worry that you’re doing bad, you just want him to use you like there isn’t a single thought behind your pretty eyes.

You know that once this sentence leaves your mouth, there’s no going back. It’s going to flip a switch, going to be met with a cocky smirk and some sort of quip along with it, and with each thought, you can barely remember how upset you were in the first place. “I don’t think you understand how much I need this right now, Kei,” you murmur.

“God, you could barely handle a few hours of what I have to do for you every single day,” he scoffs, corners of his lips turning up just the way you envisioned in your head. He plants his fingers back around your neck. “I bet you think you know just what it’s like to be me now, don’t you?” You don’t even have time to inhale before he barks at you again, “I asked you a fucking question.”

You shake your head no, but his grip just gets tighter.

“Bullshit. You think you know exactly what it’s like to be in my shoes, know what it’s like to have someone listen to you and to be in charge?” he asks, shaking his head. His face gets closer to yours and he shakes you for emphasis. “Tell me. Say, ‘Yes, Kei, I know what it’s like to be in control.’”

If he hadn’t said them immediately before, you’re not sure anyone could’ve made out what you were saying, not with the lack of air and the tightness around your throat. You try your best regardless, squeaking out vague syllables and noises that sound like what he asked you to say.

“It doesn’t look like you know what it’s like to be in control, now does it? Standing here, barely breathing on your own, not even choosing your own words. What? Do you need me to carry you to bed too?” he asks. He’s really laying into it now that he’s double-checked that this is, as he suspected, exactly what you needed.

He gives you even less time to answer now.

“Say, ‘Yes, Kei, I need you to carry me to bed.’,” he instructs as if you honest-to-god need someone to choose your words for you.

He drops his hand from your neck, allowing you to catch your breath and to hear you repeat him clearly. “Yes, Kei, I need you to carry me to bed,” you say, warmth spreading from your cheeks, down your neck.

Kei doesn’t say another word, but the smirk he’s wearing conveys anything that he’s thinking. He hoists you up, carries you down the hall and into your shared bedroom, silent as he does. There is no time at all between him lying you down on the bed and him climbing on top of you, one knee on either side of your hips.

He’s quick to pull your t-shirt off, tossing it aside without a second thought. His hands run down your chest, cold from being outside a few moments ago and rough against your skin, and yet, you can’t get enough. He takes your tits into both of his hands, harshly kneading them, pressing them into one another, watching the ripples and jiggle.

It’s vaguely different from how he normally treats your tits, like he’s still performing the same actions, but you can tell the reasoning has changed. He’s not looking up at your face every so often to see how he’s affecting you. His gaze doesn’t break from staring at your chest. Kei isn’t trying to pleasure you, he just likes the way your tits bounce.

The rough fabric of his jeans grind against your bare stomach as he pinches your nipples, rolling them between his index finger and thumb. His palms press into your tits as he continues to toy with your perky nipples, flicking and rubbing until he’s satisfied with how hard they are.

He moves down your body, hands sliding against your stomach and sides, grabbing onto your waistband and completely undressing you in one motion. He’s been quiet since you’ve been in the room, but you can’t help the anticipation of teasing you feel. Once he pushes your legs apart and sees how drenched you are, you’re sure he’s going to have something to say about it.

But he doesn’t get that far. He sinks his fingernails into your hips, massages his fingers into your thighs, down your calves, but he doesn’t spread your legs. Instead, he gets off of the bed entirely. You go to sit up, to follow him or just object, but he shoots you a look.

“Don’t move, wouldn’t want it to go to your head, having control of your movements and all.” He begins to move you so meticulously. He spins you around, your head hanging off the foot of the bed now. Your instincts tell you to adjust so that you’re comfortably on the bed, but you know that Kei has other plans for you. You also know there’s no reason for you to think that far ahead.

So you let your head hang off of the bed, relaxing your shoulders and the strain of your neck and you just lay there. “This is much more comfortable for you, isn’t it?” Kei asks, undoing his belt. You can’t see much, but you can hear every little noise. The belt buckle clashing against the floor, his jeans and boxers being thrown into the corner, a glob of spit hitting the palm of his hand, wet strokes. “Lying here, not having to think or make any decisions, just being my little bitch. Say, ‘Yes, Kei. Thank you.’”

“Ye-”

He slides his cock past your lips and into your mouth. “That’s a good little bitch,” he laughs, pressing his hips forward, driving his cock further down your throat until you’ve taken his entire length. “Fuck, that’s good.” His balls are resting against your nose, held there as he soaks in the feeling of his cock being swallowed by your tight throat. He doesn’t even want to move, just loves how warm you are around him.

The entire situation is disorienting for you, upside down, mouth full, not being able to breathe. You do your best to breathe out of your nose, but he’s not making that any easier either. You’re so grateful when he finally starts to pull out even if you can only take in one good breath before he thrusts back in.

He doesn’t hold it this time, fucking in and out of your mouth rythmically. His balls are slapping against your face with every thrust and this new angle is not being very forgiving to your throat. You can already feel the hoarseness coming on, the ache setting in, and with no control over his pace or roughness, you have no other choice than to just lie there and take it.

The thought alone could make you come on the spot.

This new angle also means every thrust feels deeper, every thrust elicits a gag, a cough. You’re choking on his cock like it’s the first time you’ve handled it and you can’t see his face or hear his moans with how loud and visceral your noises are, but you know he’s in utter bliss right now.

You were dumb to think he’d loose stamina over time, so fucking stupid thinking that by the end, it wouldn’t be as rough or harsh. You can’t see anything. Your eyes are shut so tight, but you can still feel the sting of your spit and precome dripping down your face and into your eyes. It’s up your nose and in your hair, all over your fucking face.

He places a hand on your neck. “God, I can feel my fat fucking cock right here.” He pushes on your neck, gives himself leverage to fuck into your throat faster, harder while the muscles in your throat squeeze him even tighter. He runs his palm up and down your neck, following the length of his cock like he’s jacking himself off. “Can’t believe it took me until now to fuck you like a little doll, do whatever I fucking want to you,” he says through pants and gritted teeth.

“Fuck, wanna come down your throat so fucking bad,” he groans, pushing his cock all the way down your throat and holding it there, “I could spill my load right fucking now, you couldn’t even taste it I’m so deep.” So much is rushing through your mind, but you can’t make sense of any of it. You’re soaked, a fucking mess between your legs, thighs sticky and slick from how absolutely drenched you are.

“Too fucking bad I want to use that tight little cunt,” he says, pulling out of your throat. Despite the fact that nothing is obstructing your airway now, you still can hardly breathe. There is too much saliva on your face, up your nose, drooling out of the corners of your mouth. You swallow harshly, trying to at least clear your mouth. Your eyes are still screwed shut as you’re yanked by your hair, pulled to the other side of the bed. You can’t tell where exactly Kei is until he pulls you by the hips, nudging himself between your legs. A soft fabric hits your face. “Wipe your face. As pretty as you look all ruined and messy, I want you to watch me fuck you,” he says. You do as you’re told, running the shirt over your face and wiping as much grime off as you can. You can finally open your eyes and see him towering over top of you.

He uses both of his hands to press your legs open further, slides them towards your cunt and uses more fingers than necessary to spread you open. He can barely hold your lips open to see into your pretty pink hole. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet,” he scoffs, “I don’t think you’ve ever been this fucking wet.” He shakes his head.

“What is it? Is it how you were used? Couldn’t see anything or do anything? You tried to be all big and mighty and in control, but you’re really just my little fuck toy. Is that why you’re this wet? Say, ‘Yes, Kei. That’s why I’m so wet.’,” he instructs.

“Yes, Kei. That’s why I’m so wet,” you repeat. You don’t move an inch. It feels so taboo, like you’re on display for him in a way you never have been.

“So fucking wet, bet I could fuck my whole hand into your slutty little pussy.” Kei runs three fingers between your puffy lips, grazing your throbbing clit and teasing your hole. “Wouldn’t want to stretch it out too much, needs to be perfectly tight for my cock, isn’t that right? Say, ‘Yes, Kei. Thank you.’”

“Yes, Kei. Thank you,” you repeat.

He slips one finger into your hole. You barely notice it gliding in and out of you, yet the only emotion in your head is gratitude. He uses his other hand to guide the head of his cock, running the slit of his tip against your clit. Even with how wet you are, you can feel the precome leaking out against you.

Kei doesn’t bother taking his finger out even as he prods his cock against your hole, fucking his sensitive head shallowly inside of you. The thrusts are so short, barely fucking deep enough for his entire head to enter you. “Say, ‘Thank you, Kei’,” he pants.

“Thank you, Kei,” you whimper.

“Again.”

“Thank you, Kei,” you say again.

“Again.”

“Thank you, Kei,” you say once more, louder this time, voice cracking on his name, hoping that he hears how much you mean it despite not choosing the words yourself.

“Good girl,” he breathes. He rolls his hips, pushing his cock deeper. Every roll of his hips, his cock goes deeper and deeper until he’s pressed up against you, cock buried inside of you as far as it can go. He moves his hands to your hips. You’re sure that he’s going to press down, hold you by your hip bones and ram in and out of you. Instead, he pushes you backwards until you’re almost empty and then pulls you back towards him.

A rush of air leaves your lungs. He doesn’t wait for you to get it back before he does it again, pushing you and pulling you repetitively as he stays in place. Your back rolls against the covers beneath you, the friction warming you after a while, but it’s nothing compared to the bruises forming on your hips. The longer that he uses you to fuck him like this, the more confident he gets. His grip on your hips gets tighter, more assured as the motions keep working.

The way that your cunt looks as it’s being pulled off his cock and speared right back on is something he wants to remember forever. Your pussy is swallowing his fucking cock every other second, so tight and perfectly hot encompassing his thick hard length. He never thrusts forward to meet you, doesn’t adjust himself to get deeper. If he wants to fuck you deeper, he moves you closer. If he wants to fuck you faster, he digs his nails into your skin to better anchor himself and he moves you faster.

He uses you like you’re nothing more than a fleshlight, a glorified fuck toy.

In spite of how degrading the situation is when you really think about it, or maybe because of it, it doesn’t take you long to get right on the edge. You want to tell him, but you can’t find your voice or the right words. Your whimpers and moans get needier, louder, but he’s not paying any attention to them. He’s too busy watching your pussy slide up and down his cock.

“I- Mmm. Kei,” you basically whisper.

“Guess she does know how to talk on her own, huh?” Kei asks, “What? What is it?”

“Gonna… Gonna come,” you breathe, head pressing back into the mattress.

“Yea? You could stand to be a little tighter. Why don’t you come for me, then?” he asks, continuing to fuck himself with your cunt. He doesn’t even finish his sentence before you’re coming all over him, pussy tightening around him just like he wanted. “Fuck, yea, just like that, don’t stop, keep coming for me, baby, you’re nice and tight like that, squeezing my thick cock.”

He’s throbbing inside of you as you come around him. You can’t even feel the pain from him digging into your hips anymore, not while your core is so fucking tight and his cock is so fucking deep. You’re losing your high, but you’re trying to focus on the pleasure, trying to come again quickly just so Kei can feel so fucking good.

He pushes you up by your hips once more, but this time, instead of pulling you back onto his cock, Kei crawls on the bed to meet you. He hovers over top of you just long enough to get a good look at your confused post-orgasm face before lowering himself onto you, resting his weight against your chest, bracing himself the tiniest bit on his elbows and slamming his cock into you.

Reaching one hand up, he takes a fistful of your hair, not to hurt you or to put you in your place or guide you anywhere, but to ground himself as he rails you. He stays deep inside of you, lifting his hips up only a few inches, but slamming back into you so hard that your inner thighs are burning. Without his fingers digging into your hips, you can tell how sore they are just being exposed to the air. It only takes a few thrusts before you’re quivering around him again.

“Come again,” he commands, his head coming into contact with your g-spot repetitively as he rams in and out of you. You do as you’re told, as if you had any power otherwise, cunt clamping down on his cock as the orgasm rolls through your body again. You have nowhere to move, no way to convulse as your body is racked with pleasure, trapped underneath Kei’s strong chest. Your head collides with his shoulder, forehead pressing against it as you scream his name. “That’s my girl,” he praises.

You’re riding your high again, barely even having recovered from the last one, with just those three fucking words. The repetition of his name is replaced with yeses, a million of them over and over. You’re convinced it lasts forever, heart thumping so hard against your chest, teeth clenched, gushing.

The second that it subsides, your pussy and muscles relaxing, he pulls out of you. He flips you over underneath him, manhandles you in the exact position that he wants, lifting your ass up into the air just enough to show your pussy through your sticky thighs and doesn’t let you realize what’s happening before slipping back inside of your wet cunt.

Both of his hands are braced on your lower back, hands splayed in a way that gives him so much steadiness as he rocks into you. He pulls you back every time he presses hips forward, slowly at first, setting a pace and fucking you like rolling waves. “If you think that you know what it’s like to be me, you’re so fucking wrong,” he tells you, voice just as steady as his motions.

“I know you think that you were in charge that entire time, I know you do,” he says, pace starting to pick up, “but you have to know, deep down, that you were really still under my control.” You have no other thoughts in your head other than how full you feel and whatever is coming out of Kei’s mouth. “You never had an ounce of power.”

He rocks you faster, meeting with his length as he puts more pressure on your lower back. “If I would’ve said anything, you would have listened in an instant.” His breath is getting heavier as his pace gets even quicker, sliding in and out of your wet pussy. “I could’ve told you, in the middle of everything, to get on your back and spread your legs like a good little bitch and you would’ve done it.”

It’s all true.

“Isn’t that right?” he asks. You’re not sure if he’s looking for a real answer, but you want to give him one, one that comes from you so he knows that it’s true.

You nod your head, “Yes, fuck. I missed it. Halfway through I missed it so much. I thought about just leaving and coming home with you. Couldn’t go two seconds without wanting you to take control of me again.”

His hips stutter, cock throbs violently inside of you, and the force that comes after the stutter is animalistic, like he can’t control himself. He snakes one hand around, grabs you by your neck, and pulls you up until your back is pressed against his chest. The backs of your thighs are resting against the tops of his and every time he fucks up into you, you fall back down onto his cock like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

“I can’t take control of you again if I never stopped,” he grunts into your ear. His large hand around your throat doesn’t let you respond again, but maybe that’s for the best. You’re not sure you could take another drastic increase in force. Your entire body is more sore than he’s ever made it. Your throat, your hips, your chest, the insides and backs of your thighs.

His other hand roams around your body, groping whatever parts of you he can reach, desperately trying to fulfill his need to touch every inch of you. It ends with his fingers on your clit, rubbing small circles into your sensitive nub. “Do I have to abuse your cunt even more or are you going to cream all over my fucking cock again?” His lips are pressed up against your ear as he speaks so you can feel the vibrations of each word.

Your body slumps forward, too much energy going towards trying to stay conscious as you come for the fourth time after being handled so roughly. Kei is there to catch you, wrapping his arm across your chest as he fucks you through another orgasm. It doesn’t last quite as long as your last one and you’re grateful for that, not sure how much you could’ve handled without collapsing.

As soon as the waves have passed over you, he leans you forward and grabs onto your shoulders. If this was anyone else other than Kei, you would’ve protested. There isn’t a single other person you trusted to take care of you in a position like this. One wrong move and you were falling on your face on the floor.

Kei acts like it’s not a big deal, like he’s not incredibly fucking hot for being this trustworthy and strong. As he slams into you, you lurch forward off his cock, but are instantly pulled back on by his grip on your shoulders. The motion is jarring at first, abrupt and hard to get used to, but when you finally do, it feels incredible. He experiments with different holds, different rhythms, and you can’t get enough of it.

But the need comes all at once and leaves your mouth in the same beat, “Kei, wanna- wanna see you, please.” You half-expect him to make a comment about how he’s in charge and how you don’t get to make demands, but instead he starts to move you.

He stays in the same position, but turns you around to face him. You wrap your legs around his torso and sink onto his cock. It’s as deep as it was before, but you feel even more full for some reason. The softness in his eyes when you finally make eye contact with him is something that surprisingly doesn’t surprise you.

You trust him to support you, don’t feel the need to wrap your arms around his neck to hold yourself steady so you use them instead to brace the sides of his face. He wasn’t planning on turning away from you or breaking eye contact, but you weren’t going to take that risk. “I need you to fill me up, baby, please, need to feel your come inside of me,” you tell him.

His grunts and throbbing cock are affirmations, but not as much as him lying you down softly on your back and starting to fuck into you faster. “You want my come?” he asks, hands planted on your shoulders once again. “Ask nicely.”

“Please, please, please, Kei. I want your come, want it deep inside of me, so deep. Fuck,” you beg, trying to roll your hips to meet his. It throws off his rhythm slightly, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Rather, he adjusts as best he can to match them, breathing harshly through his nose when it matches just right.

“Pretty please?” he smirks.

“Pretty please, baby, fuck. Need you to fill me up, pump me full of your fucking seed,” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer to his face as he struggles to keep his pace, “until I can fucking taste it.”

He opens his mouth, going to ask you to beg again or say something else, but you close the gap between your lips, crashing yours against his and shoving your tongue in his mouth. You’re not concerned with technique or politeness, you just want to be closer to him. Your tongue is exploring his mouth like it’s the first time you’re kissing, little moans escaping out of the sides of your mouth. You pull away for only a moment, “Come for me.”

The second that your lips are back on his, you can feel his fingernails scratch into your lower back where he’s wrapped his arms. His cock is pulsing and you can feel his come spraying against your walls, stream after stream. You’re tightening your pussy as he sloppily fucks into you trying to milk every single drop from his balls. “Wanna feel it drip out of my hole, baby, please,” you whisper against his lips. Another string of come drips out of his cock and into your pussy before he pulls away from you, slowly sliding out of you, come still drooling from the slit.

It doesn’t take long for the come to start dripping out of your gaping hole. “So pretty and messy, fuck,” Kei says, pressing the head of his cock against your hole, smearing his load on your clit and over your puffy lips.

By the time you’ve caught your breath, he’s stopped, now only focusing his energy on staring at you. “I should probably go get cleaned up, huh?” you ask with no real intention of moving. Kei nods his head anyway, getting up off the bed and reaching out his hand.

You, again, with no real intention of moving, don’t make a move for his hand.

“Come on, pretty,” he leans down and scoops you up instead. You almost protest, already missing the soft mattress until the feeling of grime sets in. He helps you get cleaned and then carries you right back to bed and you’re somehow the most grateful you’ve been all night.

“I feel balanced again. Everything feels back in place,” you tell him as he tucks you under the covers before climbing under them himself, snuggling up against you.

“Is that so?” he asks. It’s not even the slight bit sarcastic.

“Mhm,” you nod along, “when I was walking home, something felt off. I think it was how little we touched when we were having sex with Tadashi. I never want to have that little of contact with you in intimate moments ever again.”

“When I saw that look in your eyes, I thought I really fucked up, you know?” he admits, “Even when you pushed forward, I still felt like something was really wrong.”

“I barely knew what was wrong,” you laugh. “All I knew was that as you were touching me, I was starting to feel better and I didn’t want you to stop.” You press yourself against his side, throwing one arm overtop of his chest, but it’s still not close enough. Without warning, you throw your leg over him, climbing on top of him and lying on his chest. You rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him.

“Is that better?” he asks, softly, smoothing your hair.

“Kinda? Almost,” you quietly state. You chew on your lip, not exactly sure how to ask for what’s on your mind. “Wanna be closer to you.”

Kei cocks his head. He doesn’t have to explicitly ask you what you mean, the question is showing on his face.

“You know how normally you take care of me after by petting my hair and holding me?” you ask. “And it’s very wonderful and comforting, but,” you mumble through the rest of your sentence, “this time, can you just fuck me nicely? Want to be close to you again.”

It’s rare that the two of you do this. It’s really only happened twice in your relationship, but you know that makes it even more special. Neither of you really have any need for slow, sensual sex. It doesn’t get you off as much.

But this time isn’t necessarily to get you off as best as possible, you just want to feel him inside of you, feel his skin on yours as much as possible.

He slides you down gently, lifts his hips up to rub his soft cock against your thigh. It’s growing hard against your leg as he places soft, gentle kisses into your neck and down your shoulders. “Is this what you want?” he asks.

You nod against him, “Mhm, please.”

“You know that I’ll do anything for you, right?” It’s a rhetorical question, you know, but you still feel the need to answer him despite the incessant warmth spreading through your cheeks and chest.

“I know that,” you whisper back to him.

He’s gentle around the spots that he knows he wasn’t too gentle to earlier. He makes sure to avoid your hips and the backs of your thighs, your neck, half of your body essentially. When he slips inside of you, he’s not fully hard, but there’s something about feeling him grow inside of you that has you throbbing.

Typically, this doesn’t get the two of you off as much as the alternative, but right now, your breathing is heavy and his is mirrored and he hasn’t even started moving yet.

You push his hair out of his face and you begin rocking against him. His cock isn’t really coming out of you and back in rather than moving along with you, but neither of you mind. You stay as full as possible and he gets to be surrounded by how perfectly warm your walls are.

“Does this feel as good for you as it does for me?” you ask, hands softly grabbing onto his shoulder as you move your hips in small circles. He nods, swallowing harshly as he reaches up to hold your face in his hands.

“Better, maybe,” he admits.

You breeze over it, don’t have the heart or energy to disagree with him so instead you say, “I love you, Kei.” You lift off of his cock and slowly slide back down, eyes rolling back into your head as you take in the feeling of every inch.

“Fuck, I love you,” he reciprocates.

You stop moving, resting all of your weight on him and locking your fingers together at the top of his head. “Fuck me harder, baby,” you instruct him. Kei listens immediately, lifting his hips and slamming into you. “And tell me you love me again.”

“I love you. I love you,” he repeats, driving his cock into you forcefully.

“Faster,” you breathe. You’re absolutely certain that your body can only take one more orgasm before you pass out tonight and you know exactly what’s going to get you there. Kei is fucking up into you just as rough as he was earlier now, the insides of your thighs red and raw. “Feels better for you?” you ask.

He’s out of breath, under covers and fucking into you relentlessly now, but he manages to nod, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration.

“Then fill me up, baby, drain the rest of your come inside of me, need it, need it now,” you say against his ear.

It takes seconds before he’s spilling his load into you once again. It’s less forceful, less intense, but you can feel his balls tightening and his come filling you. “Fuck it into me. Wanna feel it spill out as you fuck your thick cock into me.”

The come is spilling down the sides of his cock, coating his length and his balls as it drips from your hole around him. You can only imagine the mess between his legs, can feel yourself getting emptier and emptier and it pushes you over the edge. You let your forehead collide with his shoulder, muffling your final moans as you squirm against him one last time. The orgasm isn’t as strong as your previous ones, but the feeling of bliss and euphoria is still residing as your eyelids grow heavier.

He doesn’t pull out of you, doesn’t move an inch, just whispers into your hair, “You really are everything to me.”

You wouldn’t necessarily categorize it as a nice fuck or a rough fuck. It’s its own category, falling somewhere in the middle of it all, a desperate, sleepy, lazy fuck that’s guided by instinct and not a lot of thought, but still has direction, mostly from you. It’s a testament to how incredible the two of you are together, how your dynamic works no matter what, how you are meant to be. It’s a showcase of how perfect you are for each other, the trust that you each feel for one another, and the inseparable bond between you.

Really, it just confirms what you knew all along. You’ve been in control the whole time.

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