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pumcafe · 8 months ago

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Jealous

Content Contains: NSFW, fem reader, first person, college au, friends turned to lovers, Yoichi is a playboy, but he gets jealous, you get jealous too, unrequited love??, creampie, some possessiveness, i don’t proofread

Word Count: 6.8k (do I ever shut up!!!!!)

“Ichi,” I tapped the zoned out man’s forehead.

No response.

”Yōichi!” I whisper-yelled before backhanding his forehead a little harder this time.

His eyes snapped to me, refocusing. “You want me to kill you for sure,” he glared.

Huffing, I crossed my arms. “You invited me out to study together, why are you upset that I don’t wanna waste my time while you do nothing?” I sighed before closing my laptop, leaning forward to rest my head on the table. “You literally have nothing written down, and every time I ask a question, you’re unfocused.”

”It’s boring,” Yōichi simply shrugged before leaning back in the library chair, resting his hands on the back of his neck. His unbothered attitude annoyed the hell out of me.

“Then why were you so insistent on coming here? I could’ve finished all of my work at home in half of the time,” I softly groaned. Yōichi’s gaze was slowly unfocusing again, but this time I followed his eyes.

He was looking at the sole girl sitting behind the library’s service desk.

I rolled my eyes before sitting back up to put my things into my bag. Yōichi didn’t come back to earth until I was sliding my chair back under the table.

“Huh? Where’re ya going?” I rolled my eyes once again in annoyance, checking around the table to make sure I didn’t forget anything. He couldn’t be serious.

“I didn’t come here to waste my time while you ogle a girl. I’m going back home to finish my work,” my tone was flat. I ignored his rushed movements behind me as I made my way to the doors.

I was nothing but a few steps in front of the library doors before Yōchi caught up to me. Internally I was once again amazed at his incredible speed, externally though, I was ignoring him.

He walked beside me. “I-I wasn’t ogling her,” he began to protest, “just…” I didn’t bother looking at him, he was going to continue whether I indicated that I was listening or not. “I talked to her a couple of days ago and she’s so nice dude,” dude, she’d never get called dude. “I’m trying to get a feel of her,” I quickly side eyed him, catching a glance of his smug smile.

He’d get her, he’d get her like he gets every girl he sets his sights on. The same gentleman-like act, the same bright toothy smile, and the same soft words that lure them all into his room while his dorm was empty. I’d never experience any of that.

Not that I wanted to anyway. I mean, to be buttered up until you were pumped and dumped? To wait until he’s bored enough to comb through his roster he calls a contact list? It’s gotta be a loneliness I hoped to never experience, especially with someone as warm as Yōichi Kuramochi.

I rolled my eyes once more and kept walking. “Then just ask her on a date,” I offered emptily. This is a routine at this point.

“You think she’d say yes?” It was like we were following an unwritten script. He jogged a bit in front of me, turning around so we were face to face.

“You’re gonna run into someone Ichi,” this was a tedious pattern I found myself in. “You know she’s gonna say yes.” There’s no way he didn’t know how I felt about all of this.

His shoulders rose and dropped as he pretended to ponder, “You never know, she could have a boyfriend or something.” ‘As if that’s actually stopped them,’ if it was in my thoughts, it was probably Yoichi’s too.

”You wanna head back to my dorm? We’ll actually study this time, scout’s honor,” he raised three fingers and flashed me a toothy grin.

I walked the familiar route to his dorm in silence, thinking about how I got in this predicament. Was it when I didn’t shut him down as he talked about his latest friends with benefits situation? Was it when he took my best friend back to his room when I brought her to meet him and his dorm mates? Maybe it began when I first sat two seats to the left of him in our History of Western Art course, our professor automatically pairing us up for almost every project.

Has it really been almost a year since then?

Yoichi yawned loudly, stretching backwards. I glanced at the time in the lower corner of my laptop, 20:47. I let out a small yawn myself before closing my laptop, sliding the device into my backpack. “I should get going,” I spoke softly, not wanting to awaken Miyuki who was already fast asleep on the couch across from us.

“Want me to walk with you?” Yōichi offered, his voice a bit louder than mine as he knew Kayzua wasn’t that easy to wake up.

I shook my head no. It was only a two minute walk to my apartment complex, and I didn’t want my roommate asking Yōichi if he had any free time.

“Bye Kaz,” I whispered before leaving, offering a silent nod to Yoichi before heading out.

I realized there was no one in the apartment by the time I got home. I sighed in relief, happy to not have to recount my whole day. By the time I got into bed, it was only 23:20. It felt too early to go to bed, but the melatonin was starting to kick in and I didn’t feel like fighting it.

I felt my phone buzz before I was completely engulfed by sleep.

The sound of soft trumpets accompanied by a piano pulled me into consciousness. I clicked the off button and rubbed my face. My fingers moved to unlock my phone before my eyes even fully opened. I was greeted with three messages from Yōichi after pulling down my notifications, all sent while I was sleeping.

You left your pencil case.

Five minutes after; You like Kazuya?

Two minutes; Let’s walk to the library after your last class.

I rolled my eyes at the last text, my finger hovering over the letter n, hesitant. Where do you wanna meet?

The response was almost immediate, I’ll wait outside of your class. My heart rate briefly increased before I threw my phone down onto my bed.

“Hey,” Yōichi was waiting for me right by the class door, sitting on one of the hall’s benches.

I nodded in his direction, making my way over to him, “Hey.”

Yoichi slid his backpack to the front of his body before he began digging through it, presenting my pencil case after a few seconds. “Here ya go, you left it on the floor.”

“Thanks,” I took it from him. Our fingertips brushed together and I had to use all my restraint to not just snatch my hand back. “I was exhausted last night, I barely remember falling asleep,” I began the conversation. “Not as tired as Kaz though, did he sleep all night?” I laughed lightly at the image of a drooling Kazuya splayed over the couch hours before it was even midnight.

“Mhm, like a baby,” Yōichi’s voice didn’t carry as much brightness as his face did. His response was also uncharacteristically short.

”Practice must’ve been tough on him. Are you gonna join them today?” He missed out on yesterday for Ms. Librarian, I’m sure there would be hell to pay when he couldn’t produce a good enough excuse to the coach for skipping.

He held the door open and I muttered a quick thanks before his response, “Yeah, it doesn’t start until 3 though so we got a couple of hours.”

We entered the library and sat in the same spot as yesterday, I fought to keep my mood from plummeting into Hell. “I don’t have a lot of studying that I haven’t already done,” I offered in an attempt to hint that I didn’t want to be here long, “finals week is almost over.”

He nodded as if he understood, but his eyes showed that he wasn’t even focused on the present, just the future. I sighed, almost feeling sorry for the poor girl, but more so for feeling sorry for myself for even feeling a hint of jealousy over the situation.

“When are you gonna ask her out?” I broke after the first few minutes of complete silence. I couldn’t keep rereading the same 3 lines in my study guide, pretending that the sheepish act he put up when getting caught by the part timer for staring wasn’t distracting.

“Dunno yet,” he shrugged, his eyes flicking back to his empty notebook. If it wasn’t for the later study sessions, I’d be in awe of how he wasn’t completely failing.

“Hopefully soon,” I retorted. My stomach couldn’t stomach these shy boy acts for too long.

My phone quietly buzzed on the table. Flipping it over, I turned off the alarm. “2:15 Yōichi, you gotta head out,” my voice carried a weariness as I fell from the trance of studying. My hands moved to put my things in my bed.

Yōichi yawned, stretching out in the chair. My eyes flickered over just in time to catch his shirt riding up, exposing the waistband of his boxers and the lower quarter of his abs. I caught myself before I could show my disappointment about the freshly shaved happy trail.

After slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I headed for the door. When I went to push the door open, my ears caught the sound of Yōichi’s voice followed by a high pitched laugh. I didn’t look back on my way to the baseball field.

My mind was full of nothing as my legs pulled me up the baseball field’s bleachers. I picked the first row, one closest to but right not above the dugout.

My eyes roamed the field before I caught Kazuya’s eyes. He pulled up his catcher’s helmet and flashed me a grin while waving. I waved back before both of our attention was snatched by the sound of shouting; the reason why I chose the spot within earshot of the dugout.

Yōichi was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as the coach continued to chew him out. Me and Kazuya caught each other’s glances as we tried to hold back smiles and laughter, nearly failing because of the eye contact.

When the yelling was finally over, I watched as Yōichi put his stuff down and joined the rest for practice. He waved over at me after Kazuya pointed me out, and I gave a small wave back. I felt my stomach flip at the happy mood he was in.

Practice was over and the sun was nearly set. I stared into the purple hues of the mixed sky while waiting outside of the locker room. Kazuya came out first.

“He’s texting someone so he’ll be a minute,” he pointed back towards the door with his thumb.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes with a smile, “We can just leave him then,” I said while hooking my arm with his, “I’m starved.”

Kazuya’s face broke into a larger smile, “That easy to give up on him huh?” As if his stride wasn’t taking the lead on the way back to his dorm.

It was nearly an hour before Yōichi entered the dorm room, catching me and Kazuya arguing over the morality of finding the villain of the show we were currently engulfed in, attractive.

“Don’t raise your voice with food in your mouth,” I retorted, the smartass attitude dripping from my words.

”Don’t start an argument with food in your mouth,” he mocked me. We glared at each other while chewing quickly, him nearly choking his food down so he could speak first, coughing harshly.

”And that’s what your ass gets,” I laughed at his misfortune. He grabbed my glass of water and chugged it down. “Kazuya Miyuki!” I hit him on the shoulder.

He pulled my now almost empty glass from his lips before shaking it, “Mine was empty,” he huffed out with a shit-eating grin.

“Asshole,” I snarled.

”Isn’t that your type?” His eyes flickered to the screen, it was paused on the antagonist. He had done so after my comment about the guy being “so fine”.

We both jumped at the sound of something being dropped onto the couch behind us. Our heads both turned to find Yōichi sitting on the couch, staring at us with one eyebrow raised.

“He started it,” I muttered while turning back to my food.

”Like hell I did,” he murmured, gently shoving me with his elbow.

“You guys didn’t even ask what I wanted!” Yoichi whined from behind us. Kazuya and I glanced at each other through the corner of our eyes.

Kazuya spoke up first, “Figured you’d be a while,” he spoke apathetically while shrugging.

”Thought you’d be on a date,” I copied his tone and actions. Kazuya had already unpaused the screen, eyes gesturing between me and the remote as if he was suggesting we turn up the volume. I smiled and barely nodded, not wanting my actions to be detected by Yōichi.

Yōichi’s order came about 25 minutes later. After he had unbagged his takeout, he wedged himself between Kazuya and I, who were long done with eating. His phone buzzed on the couch almost incessantly. I finally turned after the 14th pinging noise, his phone was turned over, hiding the screen.

“Are you gonna answer that?” I questioned, annoyed.

“Answer what?” Yōichi said flatly while watching the TV.

Kazuya and I blinked at each other. “You’re hard of hearing now?” Kazuya sounded just as annoyed.

Yōichi groaned before grabbing his phone. Click, he unlocked it before he started to quickly type. My eyes wandered over to the screen, definitely not wanting to look but the strength of curiosity pulling me in.

Library Girl was the contact name, so he got her number. The text thread was long, as if they had been talking for days.

I got practice tomorrow so it would be late if we meet up :), I forced my eyes away from the screen, my stomach threatening that the unpleasant feeling would only grow if I didn’t.

The thought of him inviting her to watch practice made a flicker of jealousy pang through my chest. ‘I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care,’ if I said it enough it would come true, right?

”Wanna continue the marathon in my room?” Kazuya’s voice brought a well-welcomed break in my thoughts.

He probably just wanted to offer Yōichi some more privacy, but I didn’t care. The increased space between me and whatever he was typing on his phone was an offer I wouldn’t pass. I took Kazuya’s hand before he led me to his room. I glanced outside the door as it closed to find Yōichi’s eyes staring at us.

I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but my alarm rang almost silently, easing me out of my sleep.

My limbs stretched across Kazuya’s floor before my arms pushed my body up. My hands pressed on my lower back as more stretches forced my body up. I turned to see Kazuya still sleeping, a puddle of drool forming on his pillow. I whispered a soft goodbye before exiting his room.

I was surprised to find Yōichi sleeping on the couch, his arm hanging off and his hand open. My eyes followed down to find his phone on the floor, most likely dead. I shook my head at the sight before making my way out of the room, avoiding all of the floor’s weak spots.

The day felt much lighter with the decrease of classes, each final throughout the week serving as a hellish goodbye. This was my last one.

I let out a loud exhale as I pushed through the doors of the classroom, wanting to cry in relief and frustration. That exam was hard as hell but I was happy to have it finally done with. The urge to break out in a dance because all of my classes were finally over filled my body.

“So did you two fuck?” The obscene words made my head snap around to find Yōichi, his eyes were low and he had a slight scowl as his figure leaned back on the bench.

I ran up to him, bewilderment plastered all over my face. “What did you just say Ichi?” I asked, my voice low. Maybe I just heard him insanely wrong.

”Did you and Kaz, fuck?” My cheeks warmed at the absurd question. I had been in Kazuya’s room plenty of times without the supervision of Yōichi, where was this coming from. He now stood up, looking down at me, his jaw was pulled taut as he ground his teeth back.

“I don’t have to answer that,” I felt tears brimming my eyes but I just scoffed. The accusation made me feel gross, especially when he was accusing me of something like that in public, not a care in the world if his voice was heard. My legs carried me quickly out of the lecture hall, but not fast enough, Yōichi quickly caught up.

”I invited that girl to practice today,” he said carelessly. I wanted to punch him.

“Oh nice,” I tried to keep the sarcasm low, but if he caught it, then so what? I was growing tired of these dickventures of his.

The air was thick as we made our way to the baseball field. My face finally broke when I saw Kazuya, running up to give my savior a hug. His embrace was warm, unlike the air created by the earlier confrontation.

“Hey,” he spoke over my shoulder before I pulled away a little. I looked back to see Yōichi give him a nod before heading into the locker room. Kazuya looked at me puzzled and I just shook my head.

I picked the same spot as the day before. It was only a couple minutes before I heard the bleachers beside me creak. I snapped my head to the side, my eyes landed on a girl with dark brown hair falling to her chest. She flashed me a white smile before mouthing something. I put up a finger before taking out my earbuds, “I’m so sorry, can you repeat that?”

My mind blocked out her name. It would be pointless to learn it. I knew who she was anyway, I knew why she was here, I knew that eventually she’d be gone too. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness for everyone who falls for Yōichi, whether they know what they’re getting into or not, it’s a sad cycle.

We looked over at the field to see Yōichi pointing towards us while talking to Kazuya. Both of them waved and we returned it. She giggled when Yōichi saluted and did a military-esque turn back to his spot at the plate, “He’s so funny!”

I swallowed down any animosity that built in the pit of my chest and continued conversing.

Yōichi was much faster to get out of the locker room this time, and Kazuya and I trailed behind the pair. We rolled our eyes each time she punched his arm lightly at a joke he made, or shared glances whenever they would “accidentally” brush against each other while walking.

Yōichi exchanged a well known glance with Kazuya before Kazuya began to spill some nonsense about needing to stop at the mall for some new shoes. Yōichi nodded along with a smile on his face until Kazuya locked arms with me, “Not to mention we had scheduled dinner at this new local restaurant and we absolutely cannot miss that, right?” Kazuya beamed at me, not noticing the slight falter in Yōichi’s expression.

I pretended not to notice as well. I pretended not to notice how his gaze wandered when his date’s eyes closed, I pretended not to notice how a little bit of his boredom with her stories slipped out occasionally, I pretended not to notice the hard looks he would give me and Kazuya if we joked a little too loud behind him.

I simply nodded my head, “Yeah, it was hard to get,” I squeezed his arm.

We left without much more words.

I spent the evening ignoring the day’s earlier events. Every so often I would get a flash of Yōichi’s expression as he accused me of having sex with Kazuya, but it would leave at the same speed when Kazuya would speak up.

We got takeout again, and the slip of “God they knew what they were doing,” ignited another argument about morality. It was while I was doing dishes that Kazuya got a text.

”He says she’s gone now,” I could hear the smirk in his voice, “and there’s the thumbs up.” He got laid. I forced the sick feeling down as I finished rinsing the dish in my hand, promising to finish them in the morning.

A yawn escaped my lips as I picked up my own phone, “Damn, it’s late. Did he say he was walking her?” I stared at the 2:03 displayed on my phone. When had we left? Around 7? The feeling in my stomach threatened to grow.

”He said he already did and that he was back in the dorm.” Kazuya pushed himself up on his knees before groggily pushing to his feet. “I better head back.” We exchanged goodbyes, and as soon as I locked the door back, I rushed to my room.

When I woke up the next morning, my eyes felt dry and I could practically feel the redness irritating my skin. I rolled over to bury my face in the pillow, ignoring the next wave of tears that threatened to pour out.

Buzz.

I lazily pulled my phone out from under my pillow. I squinted, blinking away the water to get a clear glance at the notifications.

You didn’t answer my question earlier. This was sent during my crying episode, when I had my phone on DnD.

Are you ignoring me?

Kazuya is home. He looks happy. Did he get some?

Should I ask him?

Stop ignoring my texts dude.

I’ll just come over to ask tomorrow. This was the last message he sent before it hit 4 AM.

Are you up? Started a new thread at 9:07 AM. God, did he even sleep?

Are you really not gonna answer me?

It’s a simple question, I don’t know why you’re trying to hide it from me. We tell each other everything, right?

Kaz is still asleep so I can’t ask him yet. He’ll probably be asleep all day since we don’t have practice. I don’t wanna wake him just for this. So you’ll bug me incessantly about it?

I’m coming over. The last text was the one I just felt a couple of seconds ago.

My eyes widened as I bolted upright. If it normally takes me two minutes to walk here, Yōichi takes less than a minute. I scrambled around my bed before heading to my bathroom. My eyes were red, it definitely looked like I had been crying. The introduction of cold water so early in the morning caused me to gasp.

Before I could even dry my face, my phone started ringing. A close up picture of Yōichi’s face filled my screen as my phone vibrated on the sink. There was a knock at the door before my hand could even reach for my phone. I rushed outside of the bathroom and towards the door, sliding to accept the call despite the door opening to reveal the person on the other side of the phone.

“Good morning,” he said dryly before hanging up the phone. I moved to the side as he entered, kicking off his shoes that landed with a thud.

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed, “she’s still asleep.” I didn’t want to wake my roommate out of respect for our shared space, and I didn’t want to see the sight between her and Yōichi. “Here, in my room.” I grabbed his hand to lead him.

Once in, he snatched it away. I sighed before closing the door, preparing for the accusation for a second day.

It caught me off guard when Yōichi grabbed my wrist, and pulled me closer to him, our foreheads almost touching. The grasp wasn’t tight, but the shock of the action had me rigid.

“I-Ichi,” my voice was barely a whisper as I looked back into his eyes. I studied his face quickly, noticing he had eyebags and his lip was slightly curled up.

”Did. You. Have. Sex. With. Kazuya.”

I felt my chest tighten with dread, “Is it really that big of a deal if I di-“

His grip wavered for a second before he righted himself, “So you did,” his jaw clenched.

My head shook from side to side quickly, “No, oh my fucking god, I did not fuck Kaz. Never have, never will. Can you fucking stop? What’s your issue dude? Where is this even coming from?” I snatched my hand from his grasp, my stance growing more defiant in frustration.

Yōichi’s face immediately softened once he took in my words. “You really didn’t?” His voice was much softer too, I felt one of his fingers brush against my hand but I didn’t move.

“No,” I sternly stated.

He let out a big sigh before rubbing his forehead. “I just. I don’t know,” he started explaining, “I just saw the way Kazuya was looking at you the other day and then you went to his room… I didn’t know what to think. I sat up almost all night wondering what you two could be doing that couldn’t be done around me. That’s when that popped up. It was stupid, I know.” He took a break in his rambling to look at me.

I didn’t realize I was crying until his thumb brushed against my cheek, the skin feeling wet.

“I’m sorry,” he sheepishly uttered. “I was wrong for accusing you of that… even more so for how I reacted.”

I turned my head away from him, unable to meet his gaze. I wanted to forgive him immediately, I couldn’t stand the sight of him looking at me with begging eyes. The words to ask for a proper explanation for this whole debacle were pushed back by the thought that if I said anything, I wouldn’t hesitate to break down.

So we stood there in silence. It wasn’t until his phone buzzed did we move. Both of our eyes flashed to his pocket before he pulled it out. I wanted to scream, shout at him to leave. I watched in cold silence as he responded to the message with quick fingers before sighing.

“Did you feel sick?” I finally spoke up.

“What?”

“Did you feel like you were gonna throw up when you imagined me and Kaz?” My voice was low, I still refused to meet his gaze.

He was silent for a moment. “Yeah,” he finally admitted.

I felt my heart thump against my ribs. “Did it make you feel like your chest was going to explode when you saw us after, the thought of us sleeping together stuck in your mind?” My eyes slowly moved to meet his.

More silence. “Yes…” I could tell that he was wondering what the purpose behind my line of questioning was.

“What did it feel like when you thought Kaz and I had dinner yesterday, probably sleeping together for a second time while you railed some other girl?”

”Fucking horrible,” he blurted out, tears were finally forming in the corners of his eyes.

I felt breathless, “So you finally get it.”

He looked at me confused, “What?”

”You finally fucking understand what it’s like to sit back and watch someone you care about fuck someone else.” The admittance left me feeling embarrassed, but I didn’t waver. ”I mean, night after goddamn night I had to watch you seduce some girl and bring her into your room. The team manager, the TA, the my fucking best friend, and now the girl from the library. Month after month I just sit back and watch as you built some list. I felt that same sick feeling every single time. Every day I’d feel that burning pit of jealousy grow, knowing your attention would never be on me in the same way. No, not in the same way, I want something different. I wanted you to care for me in the same way I do for you; I wanted so desperately for you to drop everyone else for me.” My chest rose and fell quickly. I couldn’t think of the proper words to convey how I wanted him to want me.

Yōichi’s eyes were wide at my sudden confession.

Silence fell again. Painful silence as we stared at each other. I wanted to kiss him, to hit his chest and yell at him to leave, to kiss from his lips to his neck, I wanted to hand his shoes to him and hit the door on his back.

Yōichi took a step closer. It took everything inside me not to move, to stay neutral. His hand slid under my jaw and up to cup my cheek. I watched as his eyes traveled down before landing on my lips, quickly flickering back up to meet my eyes once again. Was that a signal for a kiss?

His head moved towards mine, stopping right before our lips touched. My breath hitched in anticipation, an ache began to form in the pit of my stomach.

“Please,” I softly whined, the embarrassment settling in mere milliseconds after the plea left my lips. My face grew hot.

Yōichi’s lips quickly pressed against mine, the light kiss only lasting a few moments before he pulled away and flicked his eyes to mine; he was asking for permission to continue. I couldn’t form words, I only nodded my head yes.

His lips fluttered soft kisses, increasing my yearning each time he lingered for just a few seconds longer in comparison to the previous one. I tangled my hands into his sweatshirt, pulling him towards me in the earnest attempt to get him to keep his lips on me.

He pulled away once again, earning a persistent whine from me. “Is this what you want?” The tone he held made me want to pounce on him. ”With your words,” his hand was on my chin as he was looking in my eyes.

I shook under his touch, his control was intoxicating, “Yes Ichi, yes please.”

He let out a satisfied hum.

My eyelids fluttered shut as his lips connected with mine once more. The delicate kisses slowly grew more intense, his tongue gently pressing between my lips. I shuddered at the sensation of his tongue sliding over mine, toying with it as he rolled his tongue around my mouth. The haze in my brain continued to grow with each movement he made, the need between my legs growing at the same pace.

I formed strained fists around the fabric as one of his hands slid across the back of my neck, making its way into my hair. He pulled ever so slightly. My chest rose and fell quickly while my body began to tremble at the contact. I’ve craved this moment for so long, jealousy long replaced by yearning.

His lips pressed against my neck, they were light and soft. My jaw clenched tightly as I fought off any embarrassing noises. ‘How sensitive would I seem to break for a few neck kisses?’ The thought kept me from coming completely undone under his touch.

In an effort to distract myself, I focused on his other hand, tracing the line of my spine before landing on the small of my back. His fingers played with the waistband of my night shorts, pulling them slightly away from my skin before letting go, retreating back over the fabric.

His lips came back to mine, the kiss was now becoming sloppier, tongues pushing against each other as I tried to keep his from leaving my mouth. I could feel the spit beginning to dribble down my chin.

His fingers were now prodding into my waistband, going back and forth under the elastic, not passing the point of my underwear. The contact between my bear back and his light fingers threatened to pull every string holding me standing.

My own fingers began to travel in desperation for him. I hooked both index fingers in the waist of his sweatpants. They paused for a second, I was nervous; not nearly as experienced as Yōichi. The mentioned male’s fingers now reaching over my ass and rubbing my clothed cunt was enough to get over that thought.

The corners of Yōichi’s mouth curved and I knew I had lost, I couldn’t stop the sounds that broke from lips, especially not when they were forced open by his tongue. Fingertips barely brushing over my clit was nearly enough to make my knees buckle, but I tensed, trying to stay as still as possible. He was a tease, he knew how to get someone hooked and needy for more.

I was palming him over his sweats now, my hand moving slowly over his hardening cock. Every increased inch left me in awe, my imagination running with images of what it could possibly look like. For almost all of the tropes we filled, I had never walked in on him naked. I had only heard second hand accounts from my friend of what it was like, how big it was, and what it looked like. Another hitch.

My brain switched from the satisfaction I got from feeling him push into my hand, his own moans starting to mix with mine, and the satisfaction of his fingers now pressing more energetically on my clit. My legs were faltering now, my body leaning more and more onto Yoichi as my panties grew increasingly slick.

I cursed him for his rigid stature, how he mildly kept his composure under my touch unlike me, who was coming undone with every aching move of his fingers. I wanted to beg him to push his fingers inside me, to satisfy the longing.

When Yōichi finally pulled out of the kiss, I was huffing, my body slumped over onto his. I probably looked so pathetic; spit running down my chin onto my neck, my hands needily pulling at his sweats. My face felt flushed as he chuckled down at me.

“I’ve waited so fucking long for this,” the admittance caused my eyes to widen. His hand the back of my neck and moved to grab my chin, his thumb gently ran over my wet lips. “From the day I laid eyes on you, I just wanted to press you against the nearest wall and make you mine,” his voice was low and his breathing heavy, “I tried every night to get you out of my head, had so many girls beating at my chest because your name slipped. I was so frustrated every time it wasn’t you.” My chest thumped so hard I was scared he could hear it.

His fingers were tracing over my lips now, rubbing my slick against my pussy. I whimpered as his thumb pushed into my mouth, barely making contact with my tongue. His hand fidgeted in my clothes, pulling at the crotch of my panties.

I noticed, however slight it was, his desperate pants, the way his hand still pushed into my stilled hand, the light tint on his cheeks. The corners of my mouth twitched upwards as I sucked on his thumb, earning a low groan from the man.

“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t,” he was almost whining. He pushed down my pants and panties in one go, I lazily kicked them across the floor. My thighs felt sticky.

I ached as both of his hands pulled away from me before he kicked off his own pants, a groan leaving his mouth as his cock sprung free from his boxers. He laughed at my soft gasp before rubbing the hand he had used to touch my pussy with earlier across the tip.

The trance caused by the slow swirling of his fingers was broken when he wrapped the other hand around me before making his way backwards to my bed. We turned, and he gently nudged me onto the bed. I laid on my back, suddenly feeling extremely shy. My thighs pressed together tightly.

He pushed my glued legs up with one hand, I drew in a shocked breath as he began rubbing my now exposed pussy. “I-Ichi?”

He hummed, “Hm? Feeling shy now?” He chuckled before leaning forward. The sensation of his warm tongue gliding from my slit to my clit, pushing apart my lips, caused my back to arch.

I began to pant as he repeatedly lapped at me, mind going numb at the unrelenting swirling and prodding of his tongue. “Ichi, Ichi I’m gonna,” it couldn’t have been that long since he started, but I already felt my body growing warmer with each movement of his tongue. One of his free fingers started to poke at my entrance. I whimpered as he slid it in, his moan vibrating against my clit. I felt dizzy with his finger delving in and out of me.

“Cum for me then, give it all to me please,” oh my god I couldn’t think. Without warning, my body tensed as I bucked my hips, reaching my orgasm. He moaned into my lips, my body twitching with every flick from the tip of his tongue. “Good girl, mmph, so good.”

Yōichi finally sat my legs back down, they were practically jelly under his touch as he spread my thighs apart. The tip of his dick pressed against my entrance before he slid it up, running the length of his cock between my lips. I offered a low moan, still breathless. He ran it up and down a handful of times, I could feel it twitch when he would prod it against my hole.

I felt his warm breath against my neck. “I’m gonna put it in now, I need to,” he exhaled. The tip began to slide in; my hands gripped onto his shirt so hard that if my mind weren’t drunk on the thought of his dick, I probably would’ve been concerned about it ripping.

I clamped tightly around every inch that pushed in before he finally bottomed out. He hissed softly, and I couldn’t tell which one of our chests were closing the gap.

He stood still for a few seconds, hips jerking every so often as if he was having a hard time not moving. “I-I can’t,” he murmured into my ear before slowly pulling out. He only moved back enough for the tip to be the only part left in. His dawdling movements didn’t last long before his hips accelerated.

The creaking of my bed and the sound of my headboard tapping against the wall mixed in with our moans. Yōichi leaned down for another kiss, his tongue much more aggressive in comparison to his earlier flirtatious pecks. His lips pressed against mine with need, my body trembled underneath his. His hips snapped against mine while he pushed my knees up. The small amount of my mind that was still sound allowed for me to be embarrassed as to how easily accessible I was for him in this position.

“So good, so… so good,” he groaned into the kiss. I clenched down, the warmth slowly turning into nearly unbearable heat as my pelvis tensed. I couldn’t choke out the words to warn him about my incoming release.

My back pushed my chest against his hard, my body aching as it twitched helplessly under his grasp. I choked out a cry as my mind went blank, the flame in my stomach finally encapsulating my body.

I went limp under him, his pounding becoming more erratic as his hips rushed faster. It was all I could do to moan into his neck with every overstimulating thrust. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeatedly muttered before one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt into me.

He eased down on top of me, not completely putting his full weight. We stayed like that for what felt like hours until he caught his breath and rolled over beside me.

He pulled me closer to him, tracing a finger over my hip before planting a kiss against my sweaty temple. I could feel the smile against my skin, but I was too lazy to look up.

“So…” he began, “about a date…”

My face became flushed again, “D-don’t talk about something sweet like that while..”

”While my cum is leaking out of you?” he shamelessly continued. I scoffed, “Alright alright, we’ll talk about it in the bath.” I hit his chest and he just laughed.

My eyes snapped wide open as I heard the slam of my roommate’s bedroom door.

#smut #Yoichi kuramochi #kuramochi youichi #Youichi kuramochi #Kuramochi yoichi #X reader #kuramochi x reader #Youichi x reader #Yoichi x reader #Kuramochi yoichi x reader #College au #diamond no ace #ace of the diamond #daiya no ace #is there even an audience for this #I never see anyone talk about this anime anymore #ace of diamond

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boohaitani · 2 years ago

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my baseball nerd | miyuki kazuya x reader

summary: in which kazuya is just being the baseball nerd he is

word count: about 500

just fluff <33

The sound of the television filled the room as Kazuya sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the baseball game playing out on the screen. Y/N joined him, curious about the intensity in his gaze as he watched every pitch and analyzed every play.

"Kazuya, you're such a baseball nerd," she teased, nudging him playfully.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, not taking his eyes off the game. "Well, Y/N, it's not every day you get to witness the brilliance of the game firsthand. There's so much strategy, technique, and skill involved. It's fascinating."

Y/N chuckled, leaning closer to him. "I'll never understand your obsession with baseball, but I do love seeing your passion for it. You light up when you talk about the game."

Kazuya's eyes twinkled with excitement. "It's more than just a game, Y/N. It's a beautiful dance between the pitcher and the batter, a battle of wits and athleticism. Each pitch holds the potential for greatness or disappointment. And as a catcher, I get a front-row seat to all of it."

Y/N leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms playfully. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a baseball nerd for a boyfriend. At least you'll always have something to talk about."

Kazuya's grin widened as he turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "Oh, Y/N, you have no idea. I could talk about baseball for hours. The strategies, the statistics, the rivalries—it's endless. And I won't hesitate to educate you on the intricacies of the game."

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Please, spare me the baseball lectures. I might just fall asleep."

He pretended to be offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Fall asleep? My passionate discussions about baseball are riveting, Y/N. I promise you won't be able to tear your eyes away."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, Kazuya, I'll humor you. Just don't be too disappointed when I start daydreaming about other things."

He feigned shock, his eyes widening. "How dare you? Baseball should be the only thing occupying your mind at all times!"

Their banter continued throughout the game, with Kazuya passionately explaining various plays and Y/N playfully teasing him about his obsession. It was a familiar dance between them, a playful back-and-forth that brought joy and laughter to their relationship.

As the game reached its climax, Kazuya's excitement grew, his eyes never leaving the screen. Y/N watched him, marveling at his childlike enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to the sport he loved.

"You know," she said, breaking the playful banter for a moment, "your passion for baseball is one of the things I love about you. It's a part of who you are, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Kazuya turned to her, a soft smile on his face. "And your acceptance of my baseball nerdiness is one of the things I love about you. You embrace all parts of me, even the ones that might seem a little strange."

Y/N leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Well, someone has to keep you grounded, right?"

He chuckled, his eyes still glinting with excitement. "I suppose you're right. And who knows, maybe one day you'll find yourself caught up in the magic of baseball too."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Never say never, Kazuya. With you by my side, anything is possible."

#miyuki kazuya #daiya no ace #diamond no ace #anime #fluff #miyuki x reader #miyuki #sawamura eijun #miyuki fluff #baseball #daiya no ace headcanon #headcanon #scenarios #miyuki kazuya smut #miyuki kazuya fluff #daiyo no ace x reader #ace of diamond #ace of diamond x reader

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no1frogfan · 2 years ago

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Untitled Miyuki Kazuya phone sex drabble

Miyuki Kazuya x afab reader

Word count: ~1.5k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Dubcon phone sex (reader doesn’t know? Miyuki can hear them, ecouteurism), masturbation (m&f), Miyuki is a desperate virgin, a touch of angst

Note: In a FRENZY due to this art by nume, and fever-fueled by writings by ix & mica. I wasn’t trying to make this as long as I predicted, but it’s not surprising I guess that this art has me so fucking depraved

Part 2, the next day

bzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzz

bzzzzzzzzzz bzz—

He quickly swipes to answer.

“ ‘llo?” he mumbles.

No response.

“Hello?” Miyuki repeats, a little louder, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Still no response.

He pulls the phone back. It’s you calling, and — he squints at the display the top of the screen — it’s just past 2am. What could you possibly be calling about at this hour? Did something happen? Is something wrong? He throws the covers off and presses the phone back to his ear, calling your name louder than before.

Finally, he hears something. A rustle, then—

A soft gasp.

More rustling. A keen.

He’s wide awake now, palms starting to sweat, free hand clutching his knee. What’s happening?

Another gasp, no a moan.

It can’t be. You can’t be.

He turns the volume up, holds his breath. Rapt.

Fabric brushes against the phone. You’re adjusting yourself, settling with a drawn-out hum. Your delicate sighs start again, breaths shallower and quicker, and there’s no mistaking it now. Miyuki sits transfixed at the edge of his bed, grateful for the tile against the soles of his feet to cool the need burning in his blood.

Your voice gets pitchier, throat tensing to a quiet whine.

He’s picturing you now, head pressed against your pillow, fingers dancing around your clit. Maybe you’ve dipped one or two inside already, drawing out the slick pooling there and smearing it over your slit. He’s never been so hungry, and he doubts anything else could taste as sweet. Saliva floods his mouth at the thought. The skin there must be so velvety and sensitive. He wants to nip at your inner thighs, suck at that little bundle of nerves, run his hot tongue over your lips and bury it in your soaking core.

He wants to make you grind against his face, frantic, make you whine louder. He’s never done it before but he’s a fast learner. He’s sure he could.

You mewl, and Miyuki answers with his own hushed whimper. It feels like all the blood in his body is pulsing along the length of his cock. He shifts to relieve the tension between his legs, but even a slight flinch has his sensitive head chafing against his boxer briefs, the sensation making his jaw clench.

The sharp pain of his fingernails digging into his thighs brings him hurtling back to his room. The phone is pressed so hard against his ear that it may as well be fused into the side of his skull.

He looks down, and the size of the damp patch on his underwear draws out another whimper. He’s so hard it hurts.

He slowly unlatches his hand from his thigh and reaches over to palm himself lightly over the fabric, inhales and exhales rattling like yours every time he runs his thumb over the head.

You choke out a moan, and…you must have bumped the phone because nothing is muffled anymore. Suddenly he can hear the rough edges of your desire, and it sends an agonizing pang straight to his — NO. He has to stop. He should hang up. You’ve called him by accident. He shouldn’t be listening.

He should hang up.

This isn’t right.

He should hang up.

He wrenches the phone away from his ear. Or, he’s just about to, he swears he was, but he hears a squelch. A squelch. Fuck how wet are you? Your cries are throatier now with every thrust of your…fingers? A toy? What he wouldn’t give to know. The wet slap slap slap betrays how absolutely fucking soaking you must be.

And he’s only human, isn’t he?

He can only take so much, he justifies to himself as he pulls down the band of his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock with a shudder of relief. It smacks him hard in the abdomen, flinging pearly drops of precum across his chest.

Kazuya spits on his palm and rubs it over the head of his cock, smearing sweat and spit and pre as he slowly drags his hand along the length of his veiny shaft. His fingers catch lightly on the skin with each stroke. He leans over to dribble more saliva onto it. If he were there he could just dip the swollen head into your folds, wet it with a grind along your drenched pussy.

He’s been working up his courage for weeks, and this is what it’s come to, rubbing one out, alone, in the dark. It’s almost sad that he can’t dream of anything better, but he doesn’t regret it, especially not when he hears you fumble around, the glide of wood against wood. A click. A light buzzing. You swoon.

He responds with an unwitting groan.

His tendons flex as he pumps himself faster, desperate impatience winning out over his desire to bask in the moment.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” you wail.

You’re writhing around now, sheets rubbing against the mic, hoarse gasps sounding against his ear. Kazuya’s mouth has gone dry. His back arches, his quaking abs are covered in a sheen of sweat as he strains with the effort of holding back. He wants to slow down, the pressure keeps building, he wants to prolong this so bad but he’s so fucking close already and he can’t stop.

His knuckles have gone white around the phone. His breath only able to come out in short little wheezes. The heat in his core builds. His balls feel tight, he’s right there.

You’re just as much of a mess. Every clap against your sopping cunt practically reverberates off the walls in perfect time with his fist.

Between your sobbing pleas, the thwack of skin against skin, between your screams and his, he can just make out— “Fuck, I’m so close” — the sound of you begging, “ ‘m so-o close -uki— oh my g— just like that, please, please— fu-uck me -uya, just like that.”

Fear flickers deep in his brain (his hand never slows down), you’re calling for Tetsuya, you’ve got to be, you want fucking Yuuki (you’re close now too, your words croaky) who’s so charismatic, who’s a (fuck, he’s right there, he’s right there) much better captain, who’s—

A lightning strike, a brilliant burst against the inside of his eyelids, a shockwave. He convulses, chokes, shouts when he cums. He bucks uncontrollably against his fist as white hot ropes shoot up, over and over, more than he’s ever cum, more than he thought possible, splattering against his neck, his chest, his stomach. He lets out a long, quivering whine. It’s too much it’s too much but there’s more, there’s still more, more thick streaks paint his pecs, hit him in the chin. He’s disoriented, aching, almost delirious by the time the spurts get weaker, globbing on his thighs and leaking down his shaft and puddling over the coarse hairs at his base.

He comes to, collapsed on the bed, twitching and wincing with empty spasms, so hypersensitive that he swears he can feel the air of his exhales against his tip. The ringing in his ears come into focus as loud curses and moans, a rush of pleasepleaseyespleasefuckpleasefuckmgonna—

A swallowed moan, a garbled wail, the waves must be washing over you now as he hears you thrash against the bed. Your wails are loud, almost blowing out the speaker on his phone.

“Fuck,” he yelps and hangs up.

Fuck.

He runs his clean hand down his face before resting his forearm over his eyes. It feels cool against the heat of his face.

He lays there, chest heaving, coming down from his high. Sweat and cum pool and swirl over his skin, some trickling into his belly button, some settling across his torso, some dribbling into the sheets.

It’s not until he turns and feels the streaks drying against his skin that he realizes how long he’s been laying there. He sits up with a groan, muscles twinging, shivering from the cold air that hits his sweat-soaked back.

His breathing has settled but his heart is still pounding in his chest.

The haze of arousal has faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt. He forgot he was still on the phone. He was loud too, maybe louder than you. His head is swimming. Did you hear him? Why didn’t he mute himself? You couldn’t have heard with how loud you were, right? Otherwise you would’ve hung up. Right? He can only hope that’s the case. Hope you won’t look at your recent calls. Won’t check the call times and see that he answered. Won’t notice he stayed on the line the entire time.

He doesn’t look down, doesn’t want to be faced with what he’s done.

He’s seen you unlock your phone enough times to know the password, maybe when he sees you tomorrow, he can delete the evidence.

Miyuki stands on shaky legs and pads to the shower. He turns the water up as hot as he can stand.

#daiya no ace #daiya no ace x reader #ace of diamond x reader #ace of diamond smut #daiya no ace smut #miyuki kazuya #miyuki x reader #miyuki kazuya smut #miyuki smut #froggy scribbles

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littlemissayu · 1 year ago

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Heartsabyul Masterlist

Yandere - 🔪

NSFW- 💋

Fluff- ☀

Angst- 🌧

Dorm:

Heartsabyul Boys as Dads!! | ft.Savanaclaw | ☀

How they show their affection and devotion | ft. other Night Raven students | ☀

You wake up your bf at 3am bc your hungry | ☀

Songs that would play in your RomCom | ft.Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, & Scarabia | ☀️

Your RomCom Troupes | ☀️

When you go missing | Halloween Event 🔪 (ft.Floyd Leech)

Poly w/reader and Floyd Leech | ☀

It's the little things; what he loves most about you | ft. other dormleaders | ☀

You Spoke!!, his kids first word | ft.3rd years(-M.D & L.V) | ☀

"Miss Me Darilng?" 🔪🌧️

~Nothing Yet~

#yandere #ace trapolla #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #fluff #angst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #smut

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koushuwu · 2 years ago

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*:･ﾟ✧ love me tomorrow — best friend eijun pt. 1

18+ content | 3,1k words | sawamura eijun x reader. one night, after eijun has gone pro for a while, you and he go out to drink. and it's all fun and games until circumstances has you offering eijun a place to stay the night. or maybe in reality, that's where the fun begins.

tags/cw: afab!reader, alcohol consumption, best friends to lovers, making out while intoxicated, mild frottage, fluff, feelings, eventual (explicit) smut (in pt. 3), eijun is a love sick fool, not beta read, no editing we die like neji.

pt. 2 | pt. 3

the first time you and eijun had a sleepover since you were kids, wasn’t actually so much of a sleepover. in reality it was the result of a drunken night out, where he’d lost his wallet, and thereby his money that was supposed to pay for his ride home. and as it often happens with alcohol involved, none of you thought very rationally, and the only solution that seemed to come to mind was that he slept at yours.

okay, so in reality, maybe the thought of just borrowing the money from you did actually cross eijuns mind. but as it happens when alcohol is involved, the things we want to do weight oceans heavier than what we probably should. and he wanted to sleep over at your place.

he wanted to, so when the thought of just borrowing the money appeared in his head, he shoved it aside, reasoning with himself that he doesn’t like borrowing money. and the two of you were friends, right? best friends. so it wasn’t that big of a deal. right? friends sleep over at each others places, right? right.

there was one thing that neither of you had considered when making your way to your home. but that was something neither of you would remember before you got there. for now though, the two of you walked down the street side by side. eijun staggered slightly, and giggled when his shoulder brushed against yours. he smiled at you, and his heart felt like it was fluttering around in his chest when you smiled back at him. your gaze drifted to somewhere behind him, eyes twinkling.

“look,” your voice matched the glimmer in your eye. eijun’s gaze didn’t stray, didn’t waver. transfixed by the look on your face.

“it’s beautiful,” he agreed, completely missing what you were actually referring to. you looked back at him, and he wanted you to look at him forever.

“you didn’t even look!” you complained, playfully bumping your shoulder against him. he laughed and caught you before you could slip away, pulling you in towards him. it wasn’t like he’d meant to hold you like that, but now you were there in his embrace, he found that he didn’t want to let go.

“i did,” he argued, squeezing you just a little bit tighter before reluctantly releasing you once more.

“did not,” you shot back and swatted his arm. he feigned a hard flinch that made you laugh once again. “what was it then?”

“what?”

“what was i looking at, dumbass?” you asked, each syllable if the insult drawn out softly in adoration, stripping it of all malice. he shook his head, and smiled. had you really meant something different? he couldn’t be sure.

“i was looking at you.”

“oh, shut up,” you told him and shook your head with a laugh. he smiled. he couldn’t help it. the muscles in his face worked on their own to pull his lips upward, and it was impossible not to, whenever he was with you. “the moon,” you muttered, and eijuns smile only grew.

a comfortable silence settled between you both as you continued down the street. eijun wasn’t known as the quiet type, but the few times eijun actually felt comfortable with silence, it was with you. he wasn’t late to speak his mind, and he very well knew that he had a tendency to get loud when excited. the same was true when he was with you. his excitement was never concealed, but with you, sometimes this excitement presented itself differently. like now, where the simple joy of walking down the street next to you, head buzzing from the alcohol, manifested as a persistent swirl in his stomach. like now, where his excitement etched into every second of the silence between you, seeping from his every pore. there was always something different in the way his body and mind reacted to you. of course, you were his best friend after all. eijun had other friends though, and none of them ever made him feel the way you did. but you were his best friend, so of course. of course you’d feel like home in a person to him. of course you’d be extra special. of course–

“hey! wrong way.” your hand darted into his, closing and pulling him from his thoughts, as well as stopping him from stepping past the corner he very well knew he was supposed to round. you giggled as eijun stumbled to stay on his feet, and eijun chuckled softly in return.

“i knew that.” and he did. your apartment building was just down the street and he’d been to your small home on numerous occasions. he knew.

“sure you did,” you teased, hand squeezing his, painstakingly reminding him that yours still lingered in his. not that he’d forget when his skin tingled under your touch. he’d never felt this with anyone else either. since he’d gone pro, he’d had his share of girls approaching him. he’d been on dates with some of them as well, but none of them, even when holding his hand, made his skin feel alive like you did when your palm rested against his, fingers softly resting around it. it was probably just the alcohol, he reasoned. yet he couldn’t help but wonder if you felt it too. if you did, you didn’t show it, as the two of you continued down the next street to your home.

you didn’t let go for the rest of the walk to your building. you didn’t let go as you entered the passcode for the door, and you didn’t let go as you pushed the door open and pulled him in. neither did you let go of his hand as the two of you climbed the stairs to your floor. only when you failed to fish the keys from your purse with one hand, rummaging around for longer than should be necessary, did you let go. fingers unfurling from his, and when they did, eijuns skin prickled. charged. cold. empty. but then your hand found his once more, door unlocked and giving way as you bumped it with your hip. eijun hadn’t noticed you unlocking the door, nor had he seen you turning the handle. he’d been entirely focused on the strange sensation on his skin. his fingers flexed. twitched against the skin of your hand, that prickling cold dripping from his fingertip, until a surge of heat took its place. warmth. tightening. pulling.

“eijun?”

“hm?” torn from his trance like state, gaze snatching from your joined hands to yours, eijun could have sworn that a sweeter sound had never graced his ears. you tugged at him again, this time positively dragging him through.

“come on.” almost stumbling to avoid letting go of you, to avoid losing the feeling of you, eijun toed out of his shoes. he didn’t want to let go. he didn’t want this to end. this feeling. it felt like– like that special sensation in his fingers and palm, when his pitches were all entirely on point. when he felt like he could perfectly deliver any pitch his catcher would ask for. only right now, it was you in front of him, not a catcher. and where he usually had the opposing batters as the obstacle to overcome, here there was the glimmer in your eyes and the insistent pull, coaxing him in until eventually he’d drown.

he didn’t. he didn’t, because right as he felt himself getting lost, you turned and dragged him with you. or maybe you tried to pull your hand out of his grasp, and he just obediently followed the draw of your skin against his. no. the way you held onto his own hand told him otherwise. you had to be– eijun almost tumbled over you when you stopped, chest bumping gently against your back. he looked down at you, as you took in the room. and that’s when eijun finally did the same, the heat of your body seeping through the front of his shirt when his gaze landed on the bed. the bed. the only bed. a single bed. it dawned on him then. and while everything inside of him fought him on the decision, eijun was going to be good about this. despite the alcohol in his system screaming to keep you close.

“i can just–” eijun really should have thought this through when you offered him a place to sleep. he knew that you only had one bed. and he knew that said bed was small to fit into your small apartment. but somehow, all of that had completely vanished from his brain. “i can sleep on the floor.” he offered. reluctant.

“you’re not going to sleep on the floor!” your voice came quick. like the crack of a whip. but then you looked over your shoulder, neck craning to meet his eye. “think about what would happen if you hurt your shoulder!” right. his shoulder. his pitching arm. his entire career. he hadn’t even considered that. he’d solely been focused on on. on losing feel of you again.

“yeah.” he stepped back. slowly. hesitant. he didn’t want to leave. “i can go–” your hand squeezed his. hard.

“no.”

“i–”

“i’m sorry. i mean,” the way your words rushed from your lips, as if afraid to be lost, forgotten, was one of the cutest things eijun had ever heard, and he couldn’t help the way it pulled at his mouth and fluttered in his stomach. “you– it’s late. we could both fit. on the bed i mean. i– we’re friends, right?” friends. one word flitting around the space between you. a sour tone to the hopeful tone in eijuns head, at how you tried to make him stay. eijun didn’t know what that one word felt like a splinter going underneath a nail, but it did. well, actually, he knew exactly why. you were special and he’d always been aware of that. what he’d never allowed himself was to take the jigsaw pieces and add them together. he knew how they were supposed to fit together. he knew how the picture they painted looked. but he never let it click into place. eijun was an all or nothing kind of guy, while he knew he could absolutely commit to you, heart and soul, he’d resisted. he’d resisted, because you were friends.

“eijun–” once again, your voice pulled eijun from his thoughts and to the present. you were looking at him with a familiar hope in your eye. familiar. recognizable. because eijun felt that same hope radiating from his own. “don’t go.”

“okay,” eijun said. “i won’t.”

and that’s how it happened that the two of you were now settled down in your bed. discarded were your outfit and eijuns pants. his t-shirt however, loosely hugged your form, making for the only barrier between his naked chest and skin of your back as you rested in his arms. it hadn’t been entirely intentional that you’d ended in this position, as much as it had been impossible to fit eijuns broad frame next to you, so instead you’d opted for spooning. not that eijun was one to complain. absolutely not. not when your body fit perfectly against his. not when your scent filled his nostrils, luring him in until his nose buried in your hair, nuzzling against your neck.

eijun didn’t notice it happening. not at first. he felt his skin tingling, and he felt your scent clouding his head. he felt your warmth, even through the fabric of his shirt on your body. your warmth, seeping from every inch of your body, radiating against him. drawing him closer. or maybe he was drawing you closer. he couldn’t tell. however he did notice the way your neck craned slightly to the side, neck exposed. inviting. inviting. he could just– his lips prickled when they brushed against the stuttering pulse underneath your skin. a hint of salt on his lips. something he wanted to explore. to taste. to– your sharp inhale of breath brought him back. sharply pulling himself back and head banging softly against the wall in his haste to create space between the two of you.

“i’m sorry!” eijuns words came out strained. “i’m so sorry!” muttering apology after apology, eijun desperately tried to pry himself away from you; something that proved to be exceptionally hard. not only were there nowhere for him to go. nowhere to put his hands. no space for him to put between his burning, throbbing body and yours. he also felt that he didn’t actually want to. an urge he had to fight even harder against, but for you he would. as he scrambled and stuttered, you quickly turned around, now facing him entirely.

“eijun.” there it was again. his name on your tongue and he wanted nothing more that to swallow it straight from your lips. steal it right out of your lungs. but he wouldn’t. shouldn’t. wanted to. oh how he wanted to. “don’t apologize.”

“what?”

“i literally offered myself up to you, what are you apologizing for?” there was something in your eye then. a glimmer of determination. of confidence. eijun hardly noticed the way his mouth hung slightly agape, taken aback by the boldness you displayed.

“we’re friends, we–”

“oh, shut up.” your lips were soft against his. firm. somehow. the warmth in eijuns own body, that he’d tried hard to suppress surged through his veins. rushed through his body, expanded, all the way to the tips if his fingers and to his toes. but then the rush retreated, all charging towards his cock; something he’d also tired his hardest to ignore. but how could he when you were kissing him like that? he could he, when– a hand on his chest pushed him to his back, as you slid on top of him.

your lips never left his, and as you sat there, perched on his lap, eijun really couldn’t ignore his throbbing desire for you. he kissed you back. eager. a little bit clumsy, but unashamed. his hands found your waist, fingertips trailing over your sides, eliciting a sigh that eijun willingly swallowed whole. as you sat there, his skin was alive. burning. oh how bad he wanted you. the fabric of his shirt rose slightly as his fingertips trailed back up, palms settling on your hips. the pads of his fingers grazing your skin. this feeling in his fingertips entirely different to the way he felt when pitching. his focus on them all the same, but the feeling even better than those of the perfect pitches. you leaned down further and deepened the kiss, your tongue trailing over eijuns bottom lip, teeth nipping lightly when his lips parted, moving in synch with yours. that’s when you decided to roll your hips, your sex grinding against his aching cock. the deep moan that it ripped from eijuns throat surprised even himself. it felt good. it felt so good. you ground against him once more, letting your hand trail over the bare skin of his chest, seeking down. down. you grind against him. his hips involuntarily buck to meet your movements against him. your hand kept moving across his skin, and eijun found himself struggle to pull away from your kiss; his fingers digging into your hips as he desperately tried to keep you still.

“we shouldn’t be doing this,” his voice was hoarse when he broke from the kiss. lips swollen and head swimming from more than just the alcohol. your hips rolling once more, forcing a groan up his throat and out through gritted teeth.

“why not?” your adorable little pouty face feigning hurt almost had eijun forsaking every ounce of sanity. almost. he wanted you. he wanted you badly. he needed you even. but he couldn’t. not like this.

“because we’re both drunk—“

“i’m not drunk!” you leaned down to capture his lips once more, once again seeking to shut him up, but he spoke before you did.

“yes, you are,” he said. sighing, he sensed that you were about to object, so he quickly added, “at least drunk enough that it might influence your decisions.”

“but,” you looked him in the eye, pout no longer feigned. “while that might be true, i know what i want, and i want you.” you looked him in the eye. facing him head on. determined and certain.

“i want you too,” eijun confessed, unashamed. “but i don’t want this to be a drunken mistake.”

“you think it’s gonna be a mistake?” the hurt that flashed in your eyes like a raging storm, took him by surprise. punched him right in the gut, where it hurt the most. he never wanted you to hurt. he never wanted to be the reason why you did. with his hands, he quickly cupped your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to keep looking into his eyes as he spoke-

“not for me!” his words were firm, somehow yet soft. intense. “i meant for you. you have no idea how much— i could never regret you.”

“i wouldn’t regret you either.” your words came out low, stark in contrast to the intensity of his. the loudness and the clarity of his.

“i’m not going to let our first time happen like this.”

“first time, you say?” a tiny glimmer lighted up in your gaze, replacing the hurt. it made eijuns stomach flutter, and it simultaneously felt like he’d lost some kind of battle, but also like he’d won the war. “so, it’ll happen more than once? you’re still going to want me tomorrow?”

“i am,” eijun confirmed. not hesitating for even a single heartbeat. he knew this in his very core. he would want you tomorrow, and spurred on, encouraged by the alcohol in his system, he confessed. “i’m still going to love you tomorrow.”

the look in your eye was enticing. enthralling. enchanting even. compelling, and drawing eijun in. having held himself off from kissing you again for what felt like an eternity, and it had been torture. holding off was torture. it would be okay for him to kiss you, right? just one kiss. righ— your hand came to rest on his chest, stopping him from closing the distance entirely, and pushing him back against the bed. a glimmer flashed in your eye as you smiled softly, nestling under the covers, put your head on his chest and said;

“love me tomorrow.”

*:･ﾟ✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡

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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 2 years ago

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updated my masterlist finally after like two years

Masterlist!

I’m finally organizing my stuff

Last updated: 5/23/2023

Popular Series: A/B/O MSBY Black Jackals x reader

part 1 : part 2

My A/B/O universe guidelines here!

Kinkcember

Attack on Titan

Reiner Braun (i love him)

phantom of the opera yandere au

AOT College AU random

Haikyuu

Iwaizumi Hajime

rough iwa smut

Kuroo Tetsurou

devil!Kuroo

Yandere Kuroo and Kenma double team

Kozume Kenma

Yandere Kuroo and Kenma double team

Akaashi Keiji

Pining

Sakusa Kiyoomi

demon sakusa

demon sakusa again

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ryomen Sukuna

feral A/B/O sukuna

Todo Aoi (always horny for this crazy bastard)

nsfw headcanons

Nanami Kento

yandere headcanons

Inumaki Toge

siren AU fic [Like the Sea]

Yoshino Junpei

yandere thoughts

Boku no Hero Academia

Midoriya Izuku

yandere headcanons

yandere scenarios

stalker Izuku

yandere alpha izuku

Chisaki Kai

yandere scenario

Bakugou Katsuki

yandere headcanons

Daiya no Ace

Kominato Ryousuke

yandere headcanons

Miyuki Kazuya

corruption

mafia! AU

Kuramochi Youichi

yandere headcanons

mafia! AU

Isashiki Jun

yandere headcanons

Yuki Tetsuya

yandere headcanons

Kawakami Norifumi

yandere headcanons

Takigawa Chris Yuu

yandere headcanons

Narumiya Mei

general nsfw headcanons

Furuya Satoru

self indulgent yandere

Bleach

Muguruma Kensei

yandere headcanons

Hisagi Shuuhei

yandere headcanons

Grimmjow

yandere headcanons

grimmjow purrs like a cat

Berserk

Griffith

yandere headcanons

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blusherbaker · 11 months ago

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TWST Kink Headcanons: Heartslabyul Edition

Minors/ageless blogs DNI; all characters are 18+ for these scenarios

Each character is given a short write-up of one of their main kinks, as well as a list of other kinks they may like (with a little more info added in some cases), and a list of things they would dislike ^v^

Warnings: Smut, discussion/mention of multiple kinks of different varieties, including those related to D/s dynamics, food, pain, etc.

| Savanaclaw »——>

Riddle: Submission

Riddle is always a bit contentious in terms of what his kinks may be, some seeing him as leaning towards more dominance-related kinks, others seeing him as leaning towards more submission-related kinks, some seeing him as having completely different interests, and some seeing him as almost totally vanilla. Personally, I think that Riddle would be likely much more towards the submissive side, loving the feeling of being in that headspace. But, he requires a very caring soft dom, maybe even someone akin to a caregiver. Now, Riddle doesn’t necessarily like age play, but he enjoys letting go of control for a bit. He gets so sweet and obedient when he’s being gently guided, cared for, and even coddled a little, but above all, made to feel safe and loved. He absolutely adores submission when he is in an environment where he feels safe enough to let someone else take the reins and have power and authority over him, and this would both give him a sense of security, and excitement at the same time.

Other possible kinks:

PRAISE

Nipple play (he can orgasm just from having his nipples played with)

Biting

Hair pulling

Dominance (he's a sub-leaning switch ♥︎)

Collaring (Prefers his partner in a collar, rather than himself. Works well with his Unique Magic!)

Dislikes:

Humiliation, especially regarding his size or his capabilities

Impact play

Choking

Ace: Brat play

So… we can all agree that Ace would be - really, already is - a brat, right? He’s cheeky, he’s playful, he’s a troublemaker and kind of badly behaved most of the time. He craves an opportunity where he could let that free and already know how he’d be punished and/or rewarded. He’d be SO into letting the full intensity of his bratty side loose. Ace would more or less have the green light to talk back, disobey, tease, and generally be a little shit to his heart’s content, and he’d know that his behaviour would only make things better… for the most part, that is. Because, of course, he really wants to be made to submit. That's where the real joy and excitement would begin for him: when his partner finally puts him in his place.

Other possible kinks (mostly receiving):

Degradation / humiliation

Praise (and bonus points if it's humiliation and praise all in one!)

Masochism

Exhibitionism

Light CBT?

Gagging

Edging

Mental bondage

Dislikes:

Other forms of bondage

Role play

Deuce: Praise

Deuce isn’t the kinkiest boy, but he would LOVE to be praised - absolutely no questions about it. No matter what role he’s in, whether things were leaning more kinky (in terms of what he likes) or pretty vanilla, you give him a little praise and he’ll melt. Well… his heart will melt; his cock will be rock hard. It doesn’t even need to be intense praise, or poetic, or anything of that sort. The simplest phrases, a little comment on how good he’s making you feel, or how happy he makes you, or even just something positive about how he looks or behaves (especially in the bedroom), and that’s it. Even if he was pinning you to the mattress, completely controlling you in every other way, you'd be the one making him feel more pleasure than he'd ever expected. A few sweet words, and you'll have Deuce in the palm of your hand.

Other possible kinks:

Light bondage / restraint (especially handcuffs, or just with hands or body weight)

Domesticity

Lingerie (on himself OR his partner)

Dislikes:

Degradation and humiliation, especially regarding his intelligence

Sadism

Really, most things that could cause physical or mental discomfort for you or him. This sweet boy just wants things to be nice and pleasant for you both (*´◡`*)

Trey: Stuffing

Okay, so… I have a feeling Trey would be really into stuffing. He doesn’t necessarily like feedism; I don't believe he would find the intentional weight gain aspect of feeding to be very enticing. But seeing his partner fill up on his food, or - even better! - feeding it to them by hand DEFINITELY would appeal. He adores the control he has over them in that situation; the intimacy of feeding his partner, and of seeing their body temporarily change because of him, their belly gradually becoming round and taut as they're stuffed full of something he made specifically for them. His slightly sadistic side would also like seeing their expression shift from pleased, to content, to uncomfortable as they ate the dishes he made for them, his gaze intense but his voice soft as he coaxes them to “just have one more bite”. Then afterwards, soothing them with gentle touches and loving words once they're overfull and sleepy… now that would be something that Trey would enjoy immensely.

Other possible kinks (mostly giving):

Sensation play (he definitely uses his UM!!)

Teeth (obviously) - also includes biting!

Orgasm control

Breeding (as a fantasy, NOT reality)

Dacryphilia (crying)

Cockwarming?

Soft domination (possible Daddy kink?)

Dislikes:

Food play (he doesn’t like the mess)

Pet play

Exhibitionism

Cater: Overstimulation

Giving, receiving, it really doesn't matter to him - Cater simply LOVES overstimulation, in any form. Seeing his partner gradually fall apart from his touch and his words, completely overwhelming them with how much pleasure he gives them... or pain... or, pleasure so intense it becomes painful, it's all a dream to him. If you let him, he will gladly make you so sensitive from his touch it hurts, whether from very lightly raking his nails over your skin over and over and over, playing with your senses in other ways, or making you feel so good for so long that you’re begging him to stop. And he can do this all either by himself, or with help from his clones (thank you, “Split Card!”) He also ADORES being overstimulated himself. Probably even more than doing it to you! And this could be in a few different ways, too: teasing him for extended periods of time, binding his body, playing with textures and temperatures on his skin, giving him spicy food, edging, spanking, or - probably his favourite - forced orgasms. No matter the method, though, Cater likes how overstimulation makes him turn off his brain. He never cums as hard as when his mind is filled with nothing but static, the sound of your voice, and the feeling of what you’re doing to him.

Other possible kinks:

Bondage

Sensation play

Dumbification (think for him - he’ll love it ♥︎)

Voyeurism

Being filmed (technically a form of exhibitionism I guess? however, he keeps the recordings private)

Hair pulling

Mirror sex?

Group sex, more specifically clone sex

Orgasm control (especially forced orgasms, as noted above)

Dislikes:

Degradation

Forced feminization

Whew! And that concludes my headcanons for the possible kinks of these 5 Heartslabyul lads. Let me know what you think, and if you have any other ideas or opinions! I'd love to hear them!!

You can read some extra ideas about these kinks here!

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yam-writes · 1 year ago

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baby, show me what it's like

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

summary: you were honestly thinking about quitting your job as a secretary at a police station, but then a new hire made you change your mind.

word count: 11k

warnings: 18+, smut, subby!leon, rookie!leon, virgin!leon, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, semi public sex, flirting, teasing, talks of masturbation

a/n: he's such a good boy <333 part 2? song from need to know by doja cat

You stared down at the piles of documents in front of you. Part of being a secretary at a police station was doing all of the paperwork that the officers didn’t want to do. It was exhausting, just staring at a million tiny words, scrubbing through legal terms that you had to teach yourself what they meant, and signing initials and names that weren’t even yours on dotted lines. If you wanted to keep the job, though, you had to put up with it. They paid well and honestly you couldn’t be bothered to search for another job. Plus, it came with perks and benefits.

It would’ve been an added bonus that you got to stare at men in their uniforms all day, but most of their personalities were so awful that you couldn’t even find them attractive anymore. They were only nice to you when they conveniently forgot that you had already told them you wouldn’t let them hit. They were gross and mean and tiring to be around. Honestly, only a few months ago, you were just about to give up and call it quits.

But then they hired someone new.

Rookie Leon Kennedy, fresh out of the police academy. He was the talk of the station for a week before he even arrived. Apparently he was the top of his class, strong, always hit the targets in the practice range, aced every exam, and blew the physical portion out of the waters. He was a diamond in the rough, an ace, good at everything he did and worked extremely hard to get better at whatever it was that he wasn’t already good at.

To you he sounded like he was going to be just another asshole, so whenever you heard anyone talking about him, you just rolled your eyes. That included hearing some of the other secretaries squealing about how “handsome and attractive that new rookie is.”

How wrong you turned out to be.

You were sitting at the front desk of the station one Monday morning. You were vaguely aware that it was Leon’s first day, but you were swamped with paperwork, so you honestly didn’t think too much about it. That is, until you looked up when you heard the front door open and laid eyes on the cutest boy you had ever seen. Your mouth fell open slightly and you had to physically clench your jaw to make sure that it didn’t drop onto the floor.

He had dirty blonde hair that was cropped around his ears, his bangs teetering on the edge of falling over his face. His brows were slightly furrowed, but his expression wasn’t mean on account of his chubby cheeks and soft jawline making him look so squishy. His eyes were full of childlike wonder as he walked into the station, looking around and checking out the area. He was tall, his body wide, his strength evident even through the uniform that he wore. His arms were danling at his sides, his fingers bending up and down, his thumb attempting to crack knuckles that didn’t need to be cracked. You watched his chest heave as he breathed through his mouth, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he swallowed.

You really thought you were going to pass out. You felt your heart threaten to jump out of your chest in the most cartoonish way possible. You were positive that anyone who was around could see it beating through your ribcage, its fast beat pulsating your entire body. Butterflies built up in your tummy, shooting down between your legs as you watched him scan the area. When his eyes landed on you and he gave you a big, bright smile, you were sure that you were actually going to pass out right then and there.

If your pupils could have transformed, they would’ve been in the shape of hearts as you watched him walk towards you. When he was almost upon you, you finally regained your composure and cleared your throat, looking down at the stack of papers. You grabbed them, tapping them against the desk in an attempt to pretend that you were straightening them out so that it looked like you were doing something other than ogling at this man. Your head was spinning as he finally reached you, your mind full of thoughts of all the things you wanted to do to him.

“Hi!” he said, straightening up, raising his hand and giving a small wave before glancing down and then dropping his hand. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” He looked into your eyes, his lips twitching slightly as he did. A small crop of blush covered the apples of his cheeks and he dropped his eyes, looking down at the wooden desk and clearing his throat.

“I’m, uh, new here,” he said, his voice getting more quiet and slightly breathier. As he spoke, he poked his tongue against his top teeth causing him to have a small lisp. You were immediately filled with an overwhelming urge to reach over the desk and pinch his cute cheeks. You felt like you were looking at a little puppy. You leaned forward, your lips curling up into a smirk as you tried your best to listen to what he was saying.

“I was just hired, so, uh, I don’t really know what to do or anything…” He cleared his throat, his eyes blinking rapidly as he swallowed. “I’m kind of nervous,” he said, raising his hand to rub the back of his neck and huffing out a breathy chuckle. He looked up at you again, giving you a sheepish smile.

If you were being honest, though, you weren’t really listening to him. You were tracing the cage of his throat with your eyes, noting the mole that laid beside his Adam’s apple as well as the others that were scattered around his face and neck. You were memorizing every mark on his face, every small acne that dotted his jaw and cheek. You were studying how his biceps fulled up his sleeves completely, thinking about how his big hands would fit perfectly on the curves of your waist. You were raising your pen to your mouth and letting your gaze travel down further, staring at how his thighs were squeezing around the fabric of his pants. You were chewing on the tip of the pen as you allowed your eyes to travel to the center of his body, picturing what he could be hiding behind the buckle of his belt.

You did happen to hear him say that he was nervous, and that piqued your interest. You looked up, looking at his face that had gotten a lot more red. He was rubbing his palms against the sides of his pants, clearing his throat every few seconds. As you kept your eyes on his, you saw his lips part and then he moved his hands, clasping them in front of himself. You let out a small giggle, leaning forward even more, pushing your chest together with your arms as you leaned onto the desk. It was clear that he was flustered, and that only made the horny part inside your brain ramp up even more.

“Don’t be nervous!” you said, looking at him up and down. He shifted his weight between his feet. “We’re all really nice here.” You lowered your voice, trying to make it sound as seductive as possible.

Leon’s mouth fell open and you heard a small sound come out from his throat.

“Of course!” he exclaimed, raising his hands out in front of him. “I-I didn’t mean it like that!” He cleared his throat and looked away, his eyes glancing down at your chest for a split second before widening slightly and shifting to the floor. “I-I’m sure you’re all very nice…” He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, his cute face full of a look of slight embarrassment. You smiled wider at him. “I-I just meant… Well, I mean, I’m just a nervous person, I guess.” He let out another nervous laugh, and snuck a glance up at you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking him up and down once again before leaning back in your chair. “Anything I can do to help you calm down, Mr. Kennedy?” You looked up at him with faux innocence.

Leon stared at you for a second, his lips parting slightly. Thenn, he regained his composure and cleared his throat, shaking his head and chuckling at himself.

“No, probably not,” he confessed, his voice breathy. He had a cute, boyish smile on his face, once that was full of actual innocence. You wanted to ride him until he cried.

“I’ll calm down eventually,” he continued, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head lightly, trying to reign yourself in. Leon was adorable, but you had to try and calm down. It wasn’t like you could just jump over the desk and ravish him- as much as you wanted to.

“It was, uh…” Leon began, choking up on his sentence and swallowing. He turned even more red. “It was really kind of you to offer to help. And for being so nice. Um…”

He had been looking into your eyes and you started licking your lips as you paid attention to him. The blush creeped down his face, covering his jaw and neck. He let out a small noise, which sounded almost like a whimper, as his body shifted. He cleared his throat once again and shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing at himself. He looked extremely flustered. You loved it. You smiled even bigger at him, watching as he swayed his arms back and forth, trying to hide the fact that he was covering the front of his pants.

“If, um…” Leon said, trying to keep the conversation going even through his flusteredness. You admired his determination to keep talking, but you also figured he was just blabbering because he was so nervous. Either way, you couldn’t stop thinking about making him continue to speak even as you were touching his dick. Hell, you even wanted to get under a desk in the office that you knew he was going to get and blow him as he tried his best to keep a conversation going with the chief.

“If everyone here is like you,” Leon continued, his voice breathy, obviously trying to push his words out of his mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your heart was in your throat, your tongue not staying still in your mouth as you licked your lips, pulling the bottom one between your teeth. “If everyone here is like you, then I think it’ll be a good job.”

You looked up at his face, watching his breathing speed up and his eyes refuse to stay still. He was looking every except at you, but you could see him sneaking glances your way to see your reaction about what he had just said. His attempt at flirting… wasn’t very good. Rookie Leon Kennedy was awkward and nervous and shy. But something about him was so charming. His awkwardness was making your heart swell. His naivety and innocence was making your head spin. You wanted to get in his pants so bad, explore his body, make him feel better than he had ever felt before. You wanted to hear his shy moans and watch his hands twitch as he tried to keep himself composed, but ultimately failing. You wanted to tear him apart.

“Mr. Kennedy,” you said, looking into his eyes and giving him a cheeky smile, “there’s no one else here like me.” You gave him a playful smile, tilting your head as you looked up at him to make your point clear. “You’ll figure that out soon enough.”

Leon’s head nodded absentmindedly, his mouth open as he stared at you. He listened intently, reacting to all of your words. You already knew he would be such a good boy.

“I believe you,” he said shyly, his voice low. He looked down, a small smile on his face. You had never seen anyone so red before.

There was a beat of silence as you stared at Leon, watching his obvious nervousness. You raised the pen to your mouth again, chewing idly as you stared at him, undressing him with your eyes. After a few seconds, he flanked up, looking at you with big eyes through his lashes. His lips were pink and wet, and you felt the knots in your stomach tightening as you thought about how good he must be at giving head. You found yourself swaying, practically fucking him with your eyes. His body moved too, shifting, his face twitching and his nostrils flaring. There was something in the air, tension that he definitely didn’t know what to do with. You let it sit, enjoying the sight of him being so flustered.

Then, far too soon, it was broken.

“Kennedy!” a gruff voice said, pulling both of you out of whatever trance you were in.

You turned your head, watching as the chief walked up to the desk and clapped Leon on the shoulder. He jumped slightly, clearing his throat and turning around. His face was shocked and nervous, obviously worried that the chief would catch him doing… whatever it was he was just doing. You were sure he didn’t even know, his mind racing about all the possibilities of what could’ve just happened. He was so cute.

“Y-yes, sir?” Leon said, ever so polite.

The chief’s eyes shifted to yours, and a look spread across his face that you couldn’t quite place. You ignored him, though, only giving him a nod and a small smile as you sat back in your seat, turning your head back down to the paperwork in front of you.

He cleared his throat and shifted his eyes back to Leon. “Come with me, young man, I’ll show you around.”

“Yes, sire,” Leon said again, nodding like an obedient puppy.

His focus was now completely on the chief, intent on impressing him and doing his job well. As he listened to whatever stupid story that the chief was beginning to tell as they started walking away, Leon snuck as glanced at you. He gave you a small, shy smile and a nod of his head, and you returned the favor. You raised your hand and wiggled your fingers at him, waving flirtatiously. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, turning his head away from you nervously. You giggled out, not taking your eyes off of him.

You watched him walk away beside the chief. As he went, his hands didn’t leave the front of his pants. But clasping his hands in front of him didn’t stop his boner from being visible from the side. You saw the tent pitched in his pants, the fabric poking against his first in front of him. His bulge was… big, to say the least. It was obvious that he wasn’t even half hard; he was rocking a complete erection. He was obviously really sensitive. You hadn’t even touched him, had barely even flirted with him, and he was already squeezing his eyes shut to get his dick to go down. You could practically feel your mouth watering as you looked at it, your imagination going wild thinking about how big he had to be.

When he had walked through a door and disappeared further into the building you finally looked away. You sighed, staring down at the paperwork in front of you. You let out a small laugh as you looked at it. Maybe I’ll stick around here a little longer, you thought, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress a smile.

After that, you started enjoying your job significantly more. All of the paperwork and the annoying men were worth it because you got to see Leon everyday. You spoke to him any chance you could get, which honestly wasn’t a lot. He was busy going on patrol and sitting in on meetings and helping with small cases and whatever else rookie cops got up to. You caught him sometimes when he was coming into and leaving the station. Every time you would give him a big smile and a wave. He would always blush bright red and give you a shaky smile as he cleared his throat and looked away. More than once did you catch his breathing getting heavier.

Still, though, at first you did try to keep a safe distance from him. You didn’t want to push any boundaries and make him actually uncomfortable, so you managed to control yourself enough to not pounce on him anytime you saw him. However, once you caught him staring at you, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, you decided that you could amp it up a little bit.

You started making sure that you could run into him any chance that you could get. Instead of just giving him a smile, you spoke to him, keeping your voice light and breathy. You stood close to him, placing your hands on his arm, admiring how small they were compared to him. You leaned in close, pressing your body against his as you looked up at him through your lashes. You licked your lips as he talked, watching the apples of his cheeks turn red and his lips blush pink. You listened to the way his voice got breathy and watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths and got so flustered just from some heavy flirting.

Admittedly, it was probably torture for the poor guy. You were really going hard with the flirting- calling him strong, telling him he’s so good at his job, complimenting him on everything, rubbing your hands on his biceps, tapping against your lips, fucking him with your eyes, and anything else that you could think of that would drive him crazy because you thought he looked so good when he was all flustered. You would drop things on the ground just so that you would have to bend down and pick them up in front of him. You even made it a point to get a bag of lollipops and suck on them, circling your tongue on the candy anytime he was around, making eye contact with him while still pretending to be as innocent as possible.

It was obvious that he liked it. You could hear the way he got all nervous and you could see the way his hands got clammy and you noticed every time his eyes scanned your body, looking at every sensitive part of you. You saw the way he stared at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You even noticed the slight palming of his dick he did when he was sitting behind his desk as you spoke to the chief in front of his office. You saw the way his eyebrows furrowed and he stared in anger as you spoke to any of the other officers. You saw his hands clench into fists and his face turn red as stared intently at whoever you were talking to until you glanced up at him. His face softened when he made eye contact, and he looked desperate for your attention, but he was still trying to be respectful. It was all so cute. Everything he did was so cute.

It all built up over the next few months, and every time you thought about Leon you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together behind the front desk. You touched yourself to the thought of him, thinking about his rough hands grabbing your waist and his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you. You got off just by thinking about how pretty he would look lying flat on his back, his cock stiff and standing at attention, whimpering and squirming as you licked up and down his shaft, not letting him cum until you said so. God, you wanted him so fucking bad.

A few months after Leon started working at the station, you had to stay late to finish up some paperwork that an officer shoved off onto you. It was a lot because the case was big, and even though he didn’t really do anything, he was getting all the credit for it, which meant lots of documents. Which, of course, meant that you had to be the one to do it. And, to make matters worse, he waited until the last possible moment to try and get it finished, so it all had to be written out and signed by the next day, which meant that you had to stay late.

You didn’t want to take work home with you, so you got caught up in trying to get it finished before leaving. You didn’t even realize it was so late until you finally signed on the last dotted line and dropped your pen. You stretched in your chair, looking around at the empty station. Most of the lights had been turned off, so you sat in the dim lighting. Honestly, it was almost scary. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time- 11:38 pm. Jesus Christ, you thought. This took longer than expected.

Your eyes were heavy as you pushed yourself back in your seat, grabbing at your things to gather them up. You were completely focused on packing up that you were only vaguely aware of the footsteps that you heard from behind you. You figured it was just the nighttime janitor or security guard walking around, but then you heard a voice that made all the stress of the day wash away from you completely.

“Oh, you’re finished?” you heard from behind you.

You immediately knew that it was Leon’s voice. You could pinpoint his even tone and deep range out of any lineup. You had spent the last few months memorizing the sound of it. You felt your heartbeat pound against your chest and excitement fill up your head. You turned around, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face as you faced him.

He was standing in front of the desk awkwardly, shifting on his feet and fumbling with his own hands. He was looking at you, his eyes not staying in one spot, moving around as he avoided looking into your eyes. His eyelids were heavy and his hair was slightly flat. He looked tired, and honestly all you wanted to do was wrap him up in your arms and make him cum so hard so he could fall asleep. You wanted to play with his hair and rub his back and kiss his shoulders. You wanted to hide him under your blanket and keep him in your bed away from the world.

You blinked, trying to pull yourself back to reality.

“Yeah,” you said, giving Leon a friendly smile and sighing, gesturing towards the paperwork. “Just got done with all of this. It was a pain.” You let out a laugh and looked back up at him. You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow, looking at him quizzically. “What are you still doing here?” you asked.

“O-oh,” Leon said, nervously. “Well, just, you know, the same as you. Getting some work finished.” You could see a few beads of sweat lining his forehead. He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck.

Your mouth twitched as you stared at him, your smile threatening to turn into something that wasn’t just friendly.

“Well, isn’t it convenient that we got finished at the same time!” you exclaimed, teasing him about the fact that you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. You knew as much as the next guy that there wasn’t anything Leon could’ve been doing that would make him have to stay this late. You made a mental note to pry the true reasoning out of him later, but for now, you had something else on your mind.

“Y-yeah,” Leon breathed out, letting out a huffy laugh.

You let your eyes drift down his body. He had already gained some muscle weight since being there. He always wanted to stay on top of everything, working out and keeping his body exercised. If he was strong before, he was surely a brute now. It was so cute, though, because his body was so fit and toned, but his actions made him seem almost like a little kid. You wanted to just eat him up. Something inside you broke, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. It had been a long day. What better way to destress than to fool around with the most adorable boy in the world?

“Hey, Leon,” you said, your voice peaking slightly.

He perked up, looking up at you like a puppy whose owner had just called his name. You had to hold yourself back from jumping over the desk.

“I was gonna go get a coffee from the break room before I left- you know, to keep myself awake,” you continued. Leon stared at you wide eyes as he listened intently. “Do you wanna join me?”

Leon swallowed and let out a choked noise. He honestly looked like he was about to throw up, but he nodded rapidly and choked out, “Y-yes! I wanna come.” Then, his eyes widened in horror as he raised his hands and clarified. “I mean, I wanna go with you! To the break room. I wanna go.”

You let out an adoring laugh and looked down, feeling your face blush from his words and actions. You nodded and then made your way around the desk, leaving your things lying on top of it. You stood beside Leon, his body language awkward, unsure of how to navigate the situation that he was in. You smiled at him. He was so endearing. You reached out and wrapped your hands around one of his arms, leaning against him. His body tensed up and you heard him hold his breath. You giggled up at him, and then began walking, pulling him along by his arm.

You dragged Leon away from the front desk and down the hallway towards the first floor break room. You made casual conversation as you walked, asking him how his day was and smiling up at him as he stuttered out all that he got up to. He started rambling about his day, getting really into his words. You hung onto his arm as he waved his hand around, using them as he explained. He was really endearing, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your tummy- and this time you felt like they might mean a little more than just wanting to get in the boy’s pants.

When you reached the door of the break room, you turned around and slid your hands down Leon’s arm, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the room with a smile. You watched him suck in a breath of air before you let go of his hand and turned around, heading to the coffee machine. As you reached the counter, though, you felt Leon’s presence behind you. He grabbed you, his fingers softly wrapping around your wrist.

“I can do it!” he exclaimed, probably a little louder than what he meant. You turned around and looked up at him, a smirk tugging on your lips as you saw his face. His eyes were furrowed and his lips were pressed tight in determination. It was so cute how much he wanted to do this for you- something as small as making coffee.

God, you wanted to choke on his dick so badly.

You gave him a nod, not taking your eyes off of him as you said, “Thank you. You’re so sweet, Leon.”

He looked down shyly, the corners of his mouth twitching. You saw him shuffle, kicking his feet lightly.

“It’s no big deal,” he mumbled shyly.

You looked at him in adoration, and then turned around. You sat down at the table, staring at Leon as he turned around and began messing with the coffee machine. You watched as his back flexed in his button down, the fabric stretching as he moved his arms. His shoulders bounced up and down. You were completely mesmerized. He had the most perfect body you had ever seen. Before you could stop yourself- not that you even wanted to- your mouth was moving.

“You’re so strong, Leon,” you said, leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand. “All the other rookies they’ve hired have been like shrimp.” You let out a small laugh.

You heard Leon let out a shuddered breath. He finished with the machine and then turned around. He looked at you, giving you a sheepish smile. He shrugged his shoulders, clearly embarrassed by the compliment. He looked down at the floor, only glancing up at you through his lashes.

“I’m not really all that strong…” he said, a smile tugging on his lips. “I, uh, I mean I work out and stuff, but,” he let out a genuine laugh, his face lighting up slightly. He looked up at you, giving you a boyish grin. “I also like to eat,” he said, playfully.

“I think you look good,” you said, matter-of-factly. You pushed yourself up and stepped over towards Leon. You kept some distance, but only a bit. You glanced down at his lips, licking yours as you did.

“R-really?” Leon asked, clearly surprised.

“Mhm,” you hummed, swaying closer to him, but letting your chests touch. You reached your hands out gently and slid them down his arms, giving his biceps a squeeze. “You’ve got really nice arms.” You looked up into his wide and nervous eyes, giving him a cheeky smile. “They’re so big.”

Leon let out a choked noise and a small whimper. You watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed. You smiled at him, happy with where this was going and the fact that he wasn’t pulling away. You took the opportunity to lean closer, pressing your bodies together. You could feel his already half hard cock against you, and it took your breath away. The bulge was already big and firm as it pressed against your thigh, and you had to physically stop yourself from grinding against it. Instead, you looked up at his flushed face and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Do you have anything else that’s big, Leon?” you asked, your voice teasing.

Leon swallowed a lump in his throat and immediately started sputtering. “Uh… Um… I- uh…”

He looked around, clearly trying to avoid eye contact. He was so nervous and flustered, so inexperienced and innocent. It was so cute watching him devolve into such a mess so fast. You wanted to ruin him even more.

“Well, I, uh…” He cleared his throat, but it sounded more like he was just trying not to choke. “My, uh, m-my… My dick!” he finally said, looking at you with an attempt of confidence.

You almost choked as he made his exclamation. You looked up at his face, seeing his obvious shyness that he was trying to force himself not to feel. You let out a laugh and pushed yourself away, looking at him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

“You know, I really thought you were gonna say your heart,” you commented.

“That too!” Leon proclaimed, shifting against the counter. He was barely leaning against it anymore, instead standing on his legs, slouching slightly so that he wouldn’t be as tall as he really was. You noticed he did that a lot.

I’m gonna have to do a lot of work to get this boy’s confidence up, you thought, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

You pulled back slightly, placing your hand over his heart, feeling the fast beating pound against your palm. He stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth hung open. You slid your hand down his torso, feeling his tummy suck in as you glided your fingertips across it. You kept eye contact as you reached his pants, tugging on his belt.

“Can I see?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Leon nodded his head immediately, but then he looked away, his eyes shifting down to his feet.

“I-I wanna show you, but I…” He took a deep breath, furrowing his brows, looking upset at himself. “I’m nervous,” he said, quietly.

“Leon,” you cooed his name, tilting your head and looking at him with a face full of sympathy. “You don’t have to be nervous.” You didn’t move your hand from his belt, keeping your fingers shoved slightly behind it, feeling his tummy bump against your knuckles as he breathed hard.

“I just… I don’t have much, uh, e-experience,” Leon stuttered, his mind moving faster than his mouth could keep up with. “So, I-I don’t really k-know what to- um- what to do…” He glanced up at you in anticipation, nervous for your response.

Your heart swelled as you heard him. You really thought you were going to pass out. You knew that Leon was a little shy, but you didn’t think he’d have “not a lot of experience.” You just assumed he was one of those guys that got a lot of pussy because of how awkward he was. You knew it was working on you and he wasn’t even trying. You couldn’t believe that you were going to get to be the one to give him more experience, get to be the one to make him feel good, get to be the one to get him addicted to getting his dick touched. Your head was swimming, but you tried to stay focused.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said gently, giving Leon a soft smile. “You don’t have to do anything except sit back and feel good.”

He stared at you, his eyes shifting down to your lips as he licked his own. He took a deep breath and then asked, “Can- can I kiss you?”

Your smile grew bigger when you saw the anticipation and excitement in his eyes. You moved your hands from his belt and raised them, grabbing his face. You felt his soft skin on your palms as you squished his cheeks together. His breathing got heavier as you leaned up on your tiptoes, pulling his head down to meet yours. You pressed your lips together gently, giving him a soft closed mouth kiss. You leaned back down, flat on your feet, and looked up at him with a small smile.

“Whoa,” he said, his eyes wide, lost in the small kiss that you had just shared. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you…”

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, a little pouty.

Leon scoffed, but he looked at you with a grin on his face. “Because I’m a gentleman.”

“Does a gentleman pop a boner every time he sees me?” you teased.

Leon’s mouth fell open in surprise and he instinctively covered his hands over the center of his pants. It was obviously too late, though. You already knew he was hard and you were getting almost desperate to pull it out of his underwear.

“You noticed that?” he asked, his voice raising an octave in embarrassment.

“It’s kind of hard not to,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip as you let your eyes trail down his body to the bulge in his pants.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled, shifting against the counter.

You shook your head reassuringly, reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into it, nuzzling slightly as he looked at you shyly.

“I think it’s cute,” you said. “You’d always get so worked up and all I would do was flirt with you a little.” You eyed him, looking at him up and down, staring at the bulge once again. You lowered your hand from his face and slipped your fingers behind his belt, wiggling them against his lower tummy.

“I bet you’re really sensitive, yeah?” you said breathily, leaning towards him, ghosting your lips together. You looked down at his pink wet lips, your eyelashes fluttering against his skin. “Can I find out?”

Leon swallowed and nodded, his eyes wide as he stared at you, seemingly in a daze.

“P-please,” he pleaded, his voice bordering on a whimper.

You gave him a big smile and then leaned up, placing another kiss on his lip. This one you made sure to heat up, opening your mouth slightly so that you could run your tongue along his lower lip. He whined as you did, and you took that opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth. You felt his hands move as he let out a gasp. He grabbed your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. He kissed you back, pushing his tongue against mine, trying his best to assert some kind of dominance. You wrestled your tongues together for a few more moments, but when you felt his cock twitch against your tummy, you pulled away.

You gave him a mischievous smile, looking at his flushed face and his swollen lips. His eyes were big, his pupils blown out. He was breathing hard out of his open mouth, staring at you in admiration. You raised your eyebrows at him as you lowered yourself down, getting on your knees in front of him. You heard him let out a choked sound, and he squeezed his eyes shut, looking away from you. He let out a small whine and accidentally bucked his hips. You smiled more, raising your hands to grab his hips, holding him still.

“S-sorry,” he said. “You j-just…” He looked down at you, his mouth hanging open as he continued to breathe hard. “Fuck, you look so good. Oh, my God.” He closed his eyes and looked away again, his chest heaving. “Oh, my fucking God.”

You let out a giggle as you moved your hands back to the center of his pants, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

“I didn’t peg you as someone who swears so much,” you teased.

Leon shook his head, still keeping his eyes squeezed shut. You watched him bite his lip as he tried to suppress his whines.

“Not usually,” he said, unable to make proper sentences. “Sometimes. Right now.” He opened his eyes and sighed. “You look really… pretty.”

“Imagine my view,” you said, pulling open his belt and messing with the button. He sucked his tummy in. “A pretty boy all blushy up above me? So nervous he doesn’t know what to do?” You undid the button and zipped down the zipper, pushing the flaps of his pants back before looking up at him to sell home your next point. “It’s like I just won the lottery.”

Leon let out a whimper and shook his head, reaching his hands behind him and grabbing the counter.

“Can’t say that stuff to me,” he said, his voice breathy. “Too nice.”

“You’re such a good boy, Leon,” you said. “I gotta be nice to you.”

You turned back to the center of his body. You pushed the flaps to the side more and shoved his pants down slightly around his hips. He sucked in a breath of air as his hard dick sprung forward against his underwear. You smiled, watching as it twitched against the fabric. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against where his tip would be, shoving your tongue against the wet spot that he had made.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, his hands gripping the counter even tighter. His fingers twitched and his chest heaved.

You continued to press your tongue against the wet spot on his underwear, licking at his clothed tip as you held onto his hips to stop him from bucking them. You moved one hand and gripped the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around it as much as you could over his underwear. You moved it slowly, sliding the fabric along the sensitive skin, no doubt sending friction spreading throughout his entire body. Leon moaned and whimpered above you, trying his best to keep himself quiet and still.

After a few minutes, you pulled back, sliding your hands up and slipping your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. You shoved them down slightly, exposing the top part of his shaft as well as the crop of pubic hair. He sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, his fingers twitching. You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, watching his big reactions. A question popped into your mind and you had to ask.

“Leon?” you said gently, getting his attention. He looked down at you, his eyes big and watery. He looked scared, like he might’ve done something wrong. “How much experience do you have?” you asked.

A look of embarrassment immediately washed over his face. The blush that had just begun to disappear suddenly appeared even brighter.

“N-not much,” he said, repeating what he had said earlier.

You gave him a big, teasing smile. “Are you a virgin?” you asked.

Leon let out a whimper, squirming. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked down at you, nodding his head.

“Have you ever done anything?” you asked, feeling your heart beat fast against your chest. Getting to touch him in a way no else had, being the first person to touch his dick, running your tongue and hands all over the unexplored part of his body…? It made your head spin.

Leon shook his head again, clearly embarrassed. He looked disappointed in himself.

“J-just a couple of makeouts… It never went any further.” He looked at you, ashamed of himself. He tried to crack a smile, but you could tell he felt bad. “I guess I wasn’t any good.”

“You’re so fucking adorable,” you said, your voice sincere.

His eyes widened and his head shot down to look at you. He looked surprised that you had complimented him and genuinely meant it.

“I’m gonna make you feel real good, okay, baby?” you said, your voice seductive.

Leon nodded, his mouth opening and closing before he finally spoke, his voice small. “Th-thank you.”

“Well aren’t you just so polite?” you said, glancing up at him before turning your attention back to his underwear.

You shoved them down even more, pushing them down enough for his dick to spring forward. Your suspicions were right. Leon was big. It was long and thick with veins running down all around his shaft. The tip was bright red and leaking. His blush reached the base, ghosting lightly along his skin. He had the prettiest dick you had ever seen. The fact that he was just walking around with this having no idea what to do with it… Christ, your mouth was practically watering.

You slid one hand across his pubic area, looking up at him to watch his reaction. He was trying hard to keep his breath steady. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open, silent moans threatening to come out. You smiled at him, wrapping your fingers around the base of his dick and lifting it up. You pressed it against his tummy, watching the precum stick to his skin. You leaned forward and stuck your tongue out, pressing the flat part against one of his balls.

Leon immediately let out a moan, low and breathy.

“Fuck,” he whined through gritted teeth, his hands still clenching the countertop.

You smiled, pushing your tongue against him even harder. You moved your head, pressing your face against his face where it met his balls. You licked up, running your tongue along his balls, pulling one into your mouth and sucking lightly before letting it out with a pop. As you licked at him, you felt the textured skin on your tongue, slight bumps from where he had just shaved. You couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute that even though he wasn’t getting any he still made it a point to keep himself groomed.

Not that you would care if he wasn’t, to be completely honest.

“F-feels so good,” Leon breathed. You glanced up at him, continue to lick his balls and the bottom of his dick. You moved your hand lazily, pressing the heel against his dick to grind into it. “Feels like I’m in f-fucking heaven.”

You let out a breathy laugh, ghosting your breath along his sensitive skin. You pulled back, looking up at him as you began moving your hand a little more, beginning to properly jerk him off.

“Imagine when I pop your cherry and let you put it in me,” you commented.

Leon let out a gasp, gripping the counter tighter. His eyes opened and he looked down at you, his eyes wide.

“You… You’ll let me?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

You eyed him. “Baby, I’ll let you do anything you want.”

“Fuck,” he whimpered, squirming. “What if I’m not any good? N-never done it before…” He let his voice trail off, looking away, embarrassed.

You chuckled. “Guess we’ll just have to keep doing it until you get good at it, yeah?”

Leon whined, bucking his hips into your hand.

“Gonna get you addicted, baby,” you said, lowering your head back down to his dick. You stuck your tongue out, lapping at the sensitive skin. You fisted his tip, twisting your wrist so that you could circle it. You felt the precum on your hand. You looked up at him through your lashes, your pupils blown out. You only had one thing on your mind- make Leon cum until he saw stars.

“Gonna make it so the only thing you can think about is my mouth on your cock,” you continued. “You like that?”

Leon whined, nodding his head rapidly. His fingers twitched at his side.

“Already think about you all the time,” he confessed, his face blushing.

“Really?” you asked, pulling back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

He looked down at you, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. You moved your hand around his tip to keep him satisfied. He sighed a happy sigh, his lips curling upwards in a small smile. He nodded, clearly lost in his own world but still trying to keep up the conversation.

“Did you… touch yourself to me?” you asked, a slight mocking tone in your voice.

Leon nodded again, his face blushing even brighter.

“Yes,” he whispered. “A… A lot. After my first day, I…” He gulped, taking a deep breath so he could keep himself composed. “When I got to my car I couldn’t wait. I jerked off in the parking lot and I accidentally moaned your name.” He shifted, shame written on his face. “I felt bad, but…” He opened his eyes to look down at you. His pupils were huge, almost completely overtaking his pretty blue irises. “But you’re just so pretty, I can’t help it.” He sighed, a small smile on his face.

“Dirty boy,” you teased, leaning down once again to place little licks on his balls. You moved your hand more, rubbing your palm up and down more inches of his cock.

“Only for you,” he breathed, his voice high pitched and whiny now. “Never anyone else.

“Mhm,” you hummed against his shaft.

“Wouldn’t let anyone else do this to me in the break room of my job,” Leon said, and then you watched as the situation seemingly fully hit him for the first time. His face fell and he looked worried. He looked down at you, slightly frantic. “Sh-should we stop? I mean, what if someone comes in…?”

“No one’s here,” you mumbled, now completely focused on licking and sucking near the bottom of his shaft. “Don’t worry, baby. Just let yourself feel good.”

Your words seemed to ease Leon, because he relaxed back against the counter. You looked up at him, seeing his perfectly content face. He looked like he was on cloud nine, in complete bliss. You had never seen someone so satisfied before and you hadn’t even wrapped your lips around his dick and taken him in your throat yet. Your head started spinning as you thought about how he was going to react to that.

After a few more minutes, you finally moved away from his sensitive and overstimulated balls. You dragged the flat part of your tongue up the thick vein that lined the bottom of his cock. When you reached the top, you circled your tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that was leaking out. It was salty and honestly didn’t taste very good, but you didn’t care. You snuck a glance up at him, hearing his whimpers and whines, clearly still trying to keep himself quiet.

You slid your hand down his shaft, the side bumping into his balls as you finally wrapped your lips around the tip. He sighed, thrusting his hips forward slightly, accidentally pushing a few more inches in your mouth. You gagged, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but Leon didn’t seem to notice. He had raised his hand, shoving his palm over his mouth. His other hand was at his tummy, grabbing at his shirt to hold it up over his abs, the fabric balled in his fist.

You raised your hand and grabbed his hips to hold him still as best you could. Despite you clearly having the upper hand, Leon was still a big man who was a lot stronger than you. When he felt your fingers on his hips, though, he melted into your touch.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, pushing his hips back and looking down at you.

You pulled off of him, going back to licking his tip. You had spit pooling on your lips from choking a moment before, so you let it dribble onto his dick. You slid your hand up to his tip and gathered the spit on the side of your palm so you could rub his shaft easier. As you did, you leaned back down and sucked his wet tip into your mouth.

“I’ll-I’ll try not to cum too fast,” Leon breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. He looked like he was going to cry.

You hummed around his tip, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I- uh,” Leon swallowed, trying hard to keep himself composed. “I’ll try to tell you when I do.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re supposed to do that, right?”

You pulled off of him again, leaning back on your heels as you continued to jerk him off lazily.

“It’s the nice thing to do, yes,” you confirmed, feeling a strange sense of pride at having to answer his question about getting a blowjob.

Leon nodded obediently. “Okay,” he said, swallowing. He looked down, watching your hand move on his cock. His eyes shifted up, and he looked into yours. “I’m nice, yeah?”

You gave him a big smile and leaned forward, placing a kiss on the underside of his head.”

“You’re really nice,” you said, looking up at him, ghosting your lips against his sensitive skin. “You’re such a good boy, Leon.”

He sucked in a breath and then let out a small whimper. His hips bucked slightly and you gave him a sly smile.

“I’m… I’m your good boy, right?”

“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling the wetness pooling in your underwear. You were so turned on, so horny that it was insane. You were willing to do anything to keep giving Leon head.

“Yeah, baby,” you said, your voice growing a touch more husky and raspy. You leaned back down, placing open mouthed kisses against his shaft. “You’re my good boy.”

“Do anything you say,” Leon whined. He kept his one hand grabbing onto his shirt, but he ran the other through his hair. “I promise, b-baby.”

“I know, Leon,” you said, a small laugh leaving your lips.

You looked up, taking in the sight of him. He was a wreck above you. His hair was messy and his face was red. His eyebrows were pulled down and his lips were parted, breathy whimpers coming out.

“God, look at you,” you cooed, your voice low as you continued to kiss the side of his dick. “Standing there so pretty, letting me touch your dick however I want.”

“Feels good,” Leon said, his voice a whisper.

“I’d say,” you mocked, dragging out the syllable. You dragged your lips up his shaft until you reached his tip. “Make sure you let me know how good this feels, okay, baby?”

Leon started to nod, his eyes heavy as he looked down at you, but he was quickly cut off by the feeling of you taking him inside your mouth. His body spasmed, his hips jerking, but you were prepared for his big reactions that time. You relaxed your throat, letting him buck his hips once before catching himself. His hands shot away from the counter and landed on your head. He didn’t push it, though. Instead, he rested his palm against the sides of your head. As you pulled back and lowered your head again, you felt his fingers twiddle against your ears and play with your hair. You smiled as much as you could. Even when he was in such a vulnerable position, even when he was getting his dick sucked for the first time, he was still there to make sure that you stayed grounded.

You steadily took more of him, breathing through your nose. Leon’s scent was always strong, but being this close to him in such a precarious position made it intoxicating. Your head was spinning, your vision going blurry as inch after inch slid down your throat. Leon kept his hands on your head, his thighs and hips twitching as he tried to keep himself composed enough not to thrust in your mouth and fuck your throat as hard as he wanted. He really was big, but you were determined to take as much as you could.

You felt him slide down your throat, your walls clenching around him, squeezing his dick as you bounced your head on it. He moaned above you, his mind completely engulfed in the blowjob. He had stopped worrying about being quiet, the way your throat was tight around his dick enough to make him let loose the whiniest whimpers you had ever heard. He sounded so pretty and so desperate. It was like music to your ears.

The sounds Leon was making only encouraged you to go down further. You pulled back, kissing and licking his tip as you took a deep breath. Then, you grabbed his hips and lowered your head down, pushing his dick deeper down your throat. You felt the tip hit the back and you gagged, which only made him sputter, his entire body spasming. You thought for a moment that he was about to cum, so you looked up at him, only to see that he was already looking down at you.

“Th-the whole thing?” he asked, his voice small. He looked like he was in a daze. You felt his dick twitch inside your throat. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” He tipped his head back, his tummy heaving as he breathed hard. You pulled back, licking underneath the head of his dick. You looked up at him as you did, watching as he went in and out of consciousness, looking at you with heavy lids.

“Never ever thought I’d get your mouth around me,” Leon began, his voice high and breathy. He shook his head, raising one hand from your head to run his fingers through his hair. “Nuh uh, never ever ever.”

You continued to slobber all over his dick, pushing your tongue against his shaft, licking anywhere that you could. You held onto his hips, pushing your thumbs into the skin underneath his hip bones.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his voice gravelly. He sunk against the counter, his hand sliding down his body. He reached out, looking down at you with blown out pupils. He placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his fingers underneath your jaw.

You rewarded him by wrapping your lips around his raging red tip once again, and any romantic moment he was feeling was washed away immediately. His face twisted into the beautiful pleasured face he had before and his fingers clenched, grabbing your ear.

“Never thought I’d ever even get a chance with you,” he said. You looked up at him, watching him talk as his eyes stayed squeezed shut. You bobbed your head up and down sloppily. “Thought you were too good for me. Thought I’d just have to be happy working at the same place as you.”

You let your eyes stare up at him. You pulled off, sliding his dick out of your throat and going back to licking at it as you listened to what he was saying. His face was turning red and his voice was getting breathier as he continued to babble.

“Thought I’d just have to be happy jerking off to you,” he confessed.

You hummed against his tip, placing a kiss against the slit and then pulling back, giving him a mischievous smile.

“Can you tell me about it, baby?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

He looked down at you, shame and worry on his face, but his dick twitched against your lips.

“Wh-when I was in my car, that first day, I-...” He swallowed hard as you went back to suckling on his cock. Your ears burned red as you listened to him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You moved one hand down and grabbed his cock, pushing it up so you could lick a long stripe underneath up to his tip. Leon breathed hard.

“I- fuck!- I was so hard,” he grunted. Clearly he was finding it harder to get his words out by that point. “I felt like I was gonna pass out. I just… I just had to touch it. It was twitching in my pants and leaking so much…” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard, making his lips swollen.

You circled your tongue around his for only a moment before lowering your head down, taking him in your throat. You grabbed his hips again, keeping him steady. It wasn’t working very well anymore, though. Leon was clearly close to his orgasm because his hips wouldn’t stay still and he wouldn’t stop talking.

“I came so fast and I thought about you the whole time,” he moaned out. “I thought about you riding me and grabbing my shoulders and digging your nails into my skin.”

Leon bucked his hips harder as you took more inches in your mouth. You flexed your throat, clenching around him as he stretched out your walls. His voice sped up and he sounded more and more desperate as the seconds passed.

“Want you to mark me. Wanna have scratch marks and hickeys all over me.” Leon’s mind was moving fast, his mouth barely able to keep up. “Wanna let you do everything to me. Want you to… fuck, fuck, fuck. Want you to ruin me- holy shit!”

Leon’s hands grabbed onto your hair, tugging hard as he bucked his hips. You held onto his hipbones, letting him fuck your mouth to his obvious near completion.

“I’m gonna cum-! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

It was only a few seconds later that Leon’s sudden fast movements were frozen, his cock buried deep inside your mouth.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted as he came down your throat, spilling thick strings out.

His fingers loosened and his hands dropped to his sides as you continued to suck him off, milking all of his cum out. When there was nothing left, you pulled off, looking up at his hazy eyes as you swallowed down his orgasm. When it was down, you sat back on your heels and looked up at him, giving him a big smile.

He looked like he was going to pass out. He gave you a shaky smile and then tipped his head back, breathing hard at the ceiling. You laughed, giving his thigh a pat as you pushed yourself up. Leon stayed leaning against the counter as you stood in front of him. You stared at him, watching as his eyes stayed closed and he kept a smile on his face. He swayed lightly, in his own little world full of bliss and post nut pleasure. He was practically glowing.

You laughed again, shaking your head at him playfully. You reached your hands out and grabbed his dick. He only smiled bigger, letting you put his dick away and fix his pants. By the time you had gotten the belt back on, he seemed to be stable enough to keep his eyes open. He stared at you, watching your eyes move with a goofy smile on his face, his front teeth showing. You looked up at him, but had to quickly look away. He was making your heart flutter in a much more fluffy way than before.

“What?” you asked, blush creeping across your cheeks.

Leon shook his head, but his smile didn’t leave. “Nothing,” he replied, still eyeing you.

“Why are you staring?” you squeaked, reaching out and giving him a slight push.

Leon shrugged, looking away shyly. “You’re just pretty.”

“Hey!” you said, reaching out and poking his chest. “You didn’t stutter.” You gave him a playful smile.

Leon’s cheeks blushed and his smile got shy. He closed his eyes gently and let out a breath of air through his nose, his lips curling upwards slightly. He looked breathtaking. As you stared at him, thought, you saw his eyes open and a worried expression crossed his face. He turned his head and looked at you, almost frantic.

“W-wait!” he exclaimed, reaching his hands out and ghosting his fingers on your arms. He pulled you slightly closer to him. “I can do you! I mean, I’ve never done it before, so I probably won’t be any good, but-”

“Leon,” you said with a laugh, cutting him off. You patted his cheek, shaking your head reassuringly. “I wanna save you doing me for next time.” You gave him a sly smile, flickering your eyes at him up and down.

“N-next time?” he asked, his voice small.

You nodded, stepping forward. “Mhm,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pressed your bodies together, feeling his hands take place on your hips. They fit perfectly, as if that’s where they belonged.

“I still have to let you put it in, remember?” you teased.

His eyes widened and his hands rubbed around your lower back.

“Y-” he began, but was cut off by a choke. He cleared his throat and continued. He looked around, lowering his head closer to you and whispering, his eyes wide. “You were serious?” he asked, his slight lisp shining through in his surprise and amazement.

“Of course,” you chuckled. “You think I’d just leave you hanging like that? Besides, I gotta teach you how to make me feel good.”

“I wanna learn!” Leon exclaimed, nodding his head rapidly, trying to show you that he really meant it. “I’ll try my best for you! I-I wanna make you feel as good as you just made me feel…” He looked away, clearly shy from his own words.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. All you wanted to do was lean up and kiss him, so that’s exactly what you did. He froze for a second, but then you felt his body melt against yours and he kissed you back. You sighed into the kiss. This one felt… different. It felt more passionate and gentle. It felt like it meant something more than just two tongues wrestling together when someone was trying to get off. The butterflies went crazy in your tummy.

You pulled back, looking up at him with a genuine and soft smile. He looked down at you, happiness in his eyes.

There was a moment of silence as Leon’s eyes flickered around your face, studying you. Then, he sputtered out quickly, “Will you go on a date with me?”

Your shock was probably written on your face, but you were just so surprised that he actually wanted to go on a date with you. You knew that Leon was shy and awkward, but he was still a guy, so you just thought… You just thought that all he really wanted was to get laid. He wanted to go on a date? Like… an actual one?

“You want to go on a date with me?” you asked, your voice raising an octave.

Leon nodded. “I wanna take you out. I want to… uh… treat you.” He looked away, his voice lowering. “I like you…”

You felt your face turning red and you couldn’t look at him anymore. You looked at the floor, feeling shy. Your heart was beating fast against your chest and your hands were suddenly sweaty.

You nodded shyly. “I’ll go on a date with you. I… I like you, too.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, sounding relieved. He couldn’t wipe a smile off of his face. His fingers flexed against your waist. He looked down at you, his face giddy. “Tomorrow? I-I’ll take you to dinner.”

You nodded almost immediately. “Tomorrow sounds good. What time do you get off work?”

“6:30.”

You nodded absentmindedly, thinking about the options. “Okay,” you said finally. “I get off at 5. Do you wanna… meet me at my place when you get off?”

“Sure!” he agreed. “And we can go out to eat.”

“Yeah!” You gave him a smile. “Then when you drop me back off at my house, you can come inside.”

He nodded, looking shy. “Sounds good.” He lowered his voice, then quietly added, “I’m excited.”

“I can’t wait,” you said, giving him a smile.

After that, you told Leon that you two better head out before the security guard caught you and you got into trouble. He agreed, and you both began walking back towards the front office. You grabbed your things, but Leon quickly took them out of your hands.

“I can get it for you.” He gave you a playful smile. “I’m strong, remember?” Now he was the one doing the teasing.

You let out a small laugh and shook your head.

Leon walked you out, staying by your side the entire time. As you walked, your knuckles bumped against each other, and you couldn’t help from grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together. You felt his sweaty palms against yours. Your heart swelled, threatening to burst out of your chest. He put your back in the back of your car and then opened the driver door for you. You rolled your window down so you could say goodbye. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and grabbed his shirt. You pulled him down, placing a kiss on his lips before letting him go. He raised back up, his face bright red and sweaty.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Leon,” you said, putting your car in drive.

“See you tomorrow,” he said, giving you a small wave.

The rest of the night you couldn’t stop thinking about rookie Leon Kennedy. You couldn’t stop thinking about his big dick, about the way he sounded when you were blowing him, about how he played with your hair while he was getting his cock sucked, about how sweet he was, about how shy and nervous he acted. It got to be a real problem when you realized you actually couldn’t get him off your mind.

Do I have a crush on him? you pondered as you thought about the date, but also about what you were going to do afterwards…

You couldn’t wait.

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