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Eyes fluttered open at the first snooze of the alarm by the bedside table. Blue irises zeroed at the ceiling, groggy, and still sleepy. His arm raised, hand landing on the digital alarm. It shut up once he hit the snooze button. There was a movement to his right and he turned. He saw Sawako-san's back, clad in a white shirt. Her short hair was all over the place, clinging to the pillow. Her breathing was slow and deep, and he knew that she's still asleep.
A year already has passed since he graduated from high school and moved into the apartment with Sawako-san. His parents and Miki-san approved of his stay ever since he asked for their permission. Due to the place where he'll train, Sawako-san found the convenience to offer a stay as she was still studying.
He trained, going back and forth to the center every day and coming home every night. Already in her third year in college, Sawako-san comes home every afternoon, hours earlier than him after attending a whole lot of seminars and doing demo-teaching at a primary school nearby.
Tobio stiffened when she moved in her sleep. She turned, now facing him and he went still when she raised a knee. It hit his groin and he crouched down a little, blocking her with a hand out from his morning wood.
Four years.
That was how long they knew each other and three years since they started dating. In four years time, Tobio was aware of how much they went through. Three years and in that one year of living together, everyday became hard for him not to look away from her. She turned twenty-two last March, adding another year of her life and time for her to grow into a fine woman than she already was.
Tobio became conscious of her when he started living. Waking in the morning for instance.
He sighed as a blush started making its way to his cheeks. Every day, he would wake up to this and everyday, he would feel this urge to touch her in more than one area. But of course, he won't do that unless she wants him to. He has respect for the woman with him.
Blue eyes looked at the sleeping figure. It landed on her face that was framed by short black locks. As she likes it, it always ends on her chin. Her long eyelashes hid the bluish-green he adored, still in a state of deep sleep. Sawako-san, one of the things he learned, was a heavy-sleeper. Her nose still looked small and her lips still invited him for voluntary pecks. But when he looked down, he became alarmed at the sight. He remembered having to argue with her one time about which is better: round neck or v-neck shirts?
Don't look.
Despite what he told himself, his eyes remained on the curved line by her breast. How big the twin mounts were are unidentified with the loose shirt she wore yet he still could see the outline as she chose to wear a V-neck tee. It was hard not to look away, especially when he could make out something pink!
Tobio closed his eyes, shaking his head vigorously as he tried to shake away any perverted thoughts that'll come to mind.
NO.
He shall not think of such a thing. Sawako-san has been nice, sweet, generous, caring, and she may have provoked him from time to time, teasing him like they're the best of friends but she is still the loveliest thing that came into his life. Her smile brought a fuzzy feeling in his stomach, her laughter sounded like music, and the sound of his name that came from her lips was heavenly. He certainly could not imagine Sawako-san tired and sweaty on the bed, naked and messy with a red face from euphoria all for his eyes only.
He immediately sat up. "Shower." He whispered to himself. His feet slid over and wore the indoor slippers. Automatically, he left the bed and opened a closet for a set of clothes.
Tobio did everything not to remember the image of his own mind created. Adulting and intimacy – it could do wonders. Everyday, he would wake up with an erection, getting stimulated even more at her sleeping figure. His mind really could get creative and it doesn't help when he really doesn't want to soil anything. Only the sound of cold water that runs from the shower could calm himself down.
He may have learned everything about his body from his training as an athlete but never did he explore the sexual area. Even then, in situations such as his own salutes in the morning, he never resorted to using his hand for short-lived desire.
But as he stood there, the cold droplets covering his body he wondered, what does it feel like? His hand, that is. Yet as quickly as the thought came, he quickly disregarded. His head contacted the white tiles, eyes closing in frustration.
The sound of the alarm clock, ah, broke him from an almost internal battle. Remembering he pushed the snooze button and the cue for Sawako-san to wake, he began to clean himself.
"Good morning."
He paused, wiping the strand of his hair and blushed. "Morning." He greeted her before passing through her to the bed.
While still wearing what she wore in sleep, Sawako-san began her routine with managing the bed before cooking. It left him to do other tasks while she worked on their meal. He managed his bag first, checking over and placing his volleyball shoes that he regularly clean every week in the compartment of his sports bag. Then, he would clean the room.
"Breakfast is ready." Sawako-san smiled at him.
He returned the gesture and went to set the table: two plates, two pairs of chopsticks, two glasses, and food mats. While doing so, she prepared their breakfast. Tobio waited at his own chair cushion for her to sit down across from him.
And when she did, they muttered their gratitude, "Thank you for the food."
As they ate, he couldn't take his eyes from her. Although he ate at the normal pace of how he normally ate, not the ravage and eat like a pig, he still couldn't take his eyes from her.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He smirked to himself when she smiled while chewing and sent him a response of her own.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
This is like a routine for them. He took him a week later since they started living with together and actually like the idea they got themselves into. The household chores – cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, and cooking – tasks that anyone can do on their own but many will choose to reschedule or not do it at all when someone's tired for the day. He could not imagine how she was faring before he graduated. Cooking already can take time and he's happy that he got to take half the load from her shoulders.
After eating their breakfast together, Tobio brought their plates to the sink and washed them clean. While doing so, Sawako-san took a bath.
The smell of strawberry would reach his nose. It stemmed from the bathroom, making him remember her preference to strawberry milk long ago. Ever since they kissed, he couldn't help it. It's like, there's a sudden courage, guts, to do it again and go beyond.
He couldn't shake off her lips – pouting, smiling, smirking, most of the time, glossy with a dab of lip balm or covered with a sauce from the food she's eating.
Strawberry.
He wiped his hand dry and headed to where his bag was placed. He saw she placed protein bars and hummed. Yet his mind wandered back to the strawberry milk she loves to drink, sipping on the small straw with careful sips. It was just a straw. Small, white, thin straw. How about if she –
"Ahh… that felt good."
He froze. Carefully, imitating a robot, he looked at Sawako-san fresh from the bath. She already wore the clothes she'll wear for the day, and hair is already dry with the use of a hair blower.
Blow.
"Ah, gimme a minute, Tobio-kun." She said, heading to the study table.
He followed her movements as she prepped and did some light make-up. His eyes lingered the most at the quick gloss that made her lips shine in its natural color. And she'd smile when she caught him looking at her through the mirror but pressed no further.
She checked over her bag, causing him to do the same. And once he's assured, he zipped it close, wore his favorite blue jacket, and slung the bag on his shoulder just in time for her, done and ready to leave as he did.
Without further ado, she headed to the door, him following her tail. She closed the balcony doors and he turned off the lights. Tobio looked forward to the horizon he could see outside her apartment. The sky is still dark, void of the sun that yet to conquer the sky. The world was already noisy then unlike the quietness of the early mornings back in the town.
Sawako-san slipped her hand in his, averting his attention to her. Sweet Sawako-san can be annoying should a situation call for it. She's still the same but more mature.
Hands interlock, he squeezed her hand. She sighed by his side, looking at the horizon before she turned to him with a smile that said – "Let's go" – and he nodded.
"What do you want for dinner?" She asked as they went downstairs.
"Curry."
She laughed. "'Kay, 'kay." Yet he could hear her mutter, I should've known and would cook curry with another dish.
They reached the gates and stopped only to look at each other. Bluish-green eyes locked on his blues; warm, bright, gentle, curious, enchanting, beautiful. He will never deny he's getting more attracted to her day by day.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She smiled. "I'll see you later."
He nodded and watched how she started walking backwards. With each step she took, their interlock hands started to lose until he could no longer feel her fingers. Sawako-san waved him goodbye before she turned her back to go to the university.
Everyday became more challenging. Primary, middle school, and high school cannot be compared with how professionals work. In a week, they trained for five days. They trained in a gym that the company had built, starting from morning until night. It's divided into two sessions. The first in the morning for personal maintenance where they're free to use the gym to work out or personal training for their skills and the second session is held in the afternoon for team training.
Other days, they're being gathered for sponsor meetings, doing donors, in other cases, interacting with fans and language training.
It has already been a year since he joined and got accepted, and less than a year since they had him signed a professional contract. The moment he had his first season in the league, people began to recognize him wherever he went. Fans, they call it, are reminiscent of Oikawa-san's status back at KitaIchi that he couldn't believe he deserved people who fawned over him for something like physical appearance.
Sawako-san is an exception, of course. She kept on telling him that he's cute. In random.
Until now, he's still not used to signing a piece of object with his signature. Though, he's grateful that Sugawara-san already prepared for him. especially when news has been released that he's one of the selected athletes to participate and be part of the Olympics team for this year's worldwide competition.
As part of training for the world-wide level of volleyball competition, he underwent National Team Training at Kagoshima, missing Hinata's flight to Brazil, going in and out in Tokyo and even going to America for this hardcore preparation. Tobio would be gone for long and the longest he was away from her was two months. It was harder than he thought. He felt homesick, alienated with the English language; he's grateful she whipped him some basic phrases, and missed her. Due to the different time zones, he would miss the timing of calls and her excitement when she has some story to tell. She ended up sending him a recorded video of her actually telling the story.
He felt that he was being unfair to her – always open, always welcoming, always with a smile on her face whenever he opened the door but her hugs and her smile would always assure him that she's fine and she understood.
Yet again, he will depart with the rest of the team a week before the opening ceremony of the Rio Olympics. This time, it'll be held in the country which Hinata went to – Brazil.
"What's with the long face, Kageyama?" He turned to the speaker, Fukuzawa Masashi-san. "Nervous? Chill man, we have the rest of the week before we leave."
"No." He answered. Rio Olympics 2016, his first official international competition – against the world. He wasn't nervous at all, in fact, "I'm excited. I can't wait to face them and win." He smirked.
Another laughed. "That's the spirit, kiddo. Have you seen Wakatoshi?" Ishikawa Daisuke-san asked.
He shook his head.
Fukuzawa-san answered, "Oh, he left. Urgent about something at home, he said." Then the older man turned to him. "Back to the topic, if you have any problems, you can always ask your senpais." He gave him a thumbs-up, speaking from his experience that he knew. It would be Fukuzawa-san's third time playing for the team.
He's not sure if it's right to ask about matters of heart and love.
"I'm home."
Tobio closed the door, announcing his arrival. He sat down on the small engawa to untie his shoelaces. From there, he could hear the sounds coming from television and a muffled answer, "We-Welcome home."
When he entered and saw the scene, Tobio was confused yet didn't bother to ask. A look at what the screen was playing, Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo, and the number of pulled out tissues gathered in her small trashbox. Her nose was red from all the crying she did.
It was a typical night of coming home to see Sawako-san in the middle of watching a movie, in which this night is something dramatic. That and their dinner seemed to be ready from the smell of curry, miso, and banana for fruits.
She stood up, after wiping another yet tears with another tissue. Sawako-san approached him to take his bag and placed it on the study table. He unzipped his jacket, took a hanger to a closet and hung it there. Without a word, he sat down on his cushion and she sat on hers. She took off the lid that covered their meal and prepared their rice from the pot.
He watched her fill his plate twice the amount of rice, making him smile. She knows a lot about him, which made things easier for them. There's no word exchange most of the time, except for things they're not familiar with. It was because they knew each other well now.
It was perfect.
"Thank you for the food."
The sound of water gushed from the faucet. It was followed by the clanging of ceramic plates contacting one another. There was a hum, a familiar tune of an old song that she used to sing. Tobio closed his eyes and turned off the shower. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it to his waist and another towel to dry his hair.
He basically shared everything with Sawako-san now. Plugging in the blower, he took some time to blow dry his hair and once he's done, he got dressed.
Sawako-san went to take his place once he left the bathroom. Tobio, with nothing much to do, sat on the foot of the bed. He was never fond of school work or take-at-home tasks, he hasn't gone home with any since he graduated. But it's not about the tasks or being listless at the apartment that he's bothered at the moment. It was the sound of the running water which was bothering him.
Thinking of Rio and being far away from her makes him think of it again, formulating fantasies. As a healthy male, being aroused around her has bothered him for quite some time now. Oh, he couldn't take his mind off from imagining her in a luscious manner. He could feel himself getting in heat. He took one chair cushion immediately the moment he heard the running water stopped. He covered it on to his obvious bulge and took deep breaths.
Inhale. One. Exhale.
Inhale. Two. Exhale.
Inhale. Thre –
"You're still awake."
He opened his eyes immediately, head whipping to her. She was wearing a white short and v-neck shirt, looking fresh and soft being out from the bath just now.
"I can't sleep."
"Something's on your mind." She arched her brow. "Care to share?"
He blushed. His attention on her couldn't be swayed by her question. He eyed her shirt – it was white, loose and he can make two mounds of fat from her front.
Like hell, I'll tell her.
She smiled, approaching him. He shifted to her fair-skinned legs and blinked as he tried to keep his eyes back on her eyes not to make her suspicious of his growing desire.
"What?" She took a seat beside him.
He pouted. Damn, how can he not hold back now? He has been holding back for a year now. But every day, every time he'd see her, he's dying to touch her skin, caress her face, kiss her more than their pecks, intimately embrace, and see her the way she is and who she is without clothing.
He sighed, he throbbed and scowled at how hard it is to tell her his desire. "I…" He looked at her. "… I want you." He whispered.
Sawako-san blushed. With a bashful smile on her face, she pinched his cheeks out of nowhere. "I am yours…" She said, "… since day one."
He smiled. How could he have such thoughts when she's always like that? Pure and gentle? But… it just aroused him even more. His eyes twitched, disbelief at himself. He's yet to understand this hunger and drive. It was very different to volleyball, and as a male, he knew.
He desired her. He knows of the word "lust". It's exactly how he felt for her aside from his love for her.
In response to his inability to control his feelings properly, Tobio took her in his arms. He wrapped her in an embrace and felt the softness of her breasts that pushed against his chest.
"T-Tobio-kun?"
Damn it. Think of anything! He tightened his hold, placing his jaw on her shoulder as he thought of anything to calm him down.
He started thinking of the Rio Olympics. It's two weeks from now and playing against the world excites him. He thought of his roots, where everything started and his time at the Karasuno popped into his head. After all, the people there were the reason for his improvement as an athlete. He wouldn't be able to reach his level alone. Then, he thought of the freak quickly. During the moment, he vividly remembered Hinata calling out to him in mid-air, "Give it to me!". But it faded. His mind strayed and soon, a picture of his lover naked beneath him called out to tell him the same words, "Give it to me!".
He muffled out a disappointed groan on her shoulders. But sighed in content when she embraced him, one hand was patting his back and the other began to caress his hair.
It always feels good when she does that.
It's not good. He sighed. No matter how much he thinks of other stuff to distract his mind, it'll always come back to her. He could not control his urges at all. thinking of her breast that pressed against his chest, it probably felt supple as it looked. Perhaps, it applied to the rest of her body.
Damn.
"I want you…" He told her once more.
Suddenly, her hand stopped. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Perhaps, Sawako-san didn't want it like he did.
"I want you, too." She pulled back, locking her eyes with him, much to his surprise. He gaped at her smile, his mind buffering at her words.
It really feels nice when feelings are reciprocated. His heart warmed and his body felt hot. Freezing, he watched suddenly tracing his lips with her finger.
Do that and I won't be able to hold back.
He saw her lust.
Looking at her lips gave him an idea of kissing her right there and then. He held her hand that was touching him, taking it away so he could lean in and plant a kiss on her. He succumbed to his desire and felt delighted when she kissed him back. Even when they pulled apart, there was an underlying message of again.
And again.
And again.
Their lips locked in a luscious manner. Her hand that was once caressing his hair began to dig itself, the tips of her fingers running along his scalp, the feeling sent pleasure in him. It turned him on. Their kisses were chaste, grazing their lips once another but his hunger wanted more.
He bit on her lip, making her gasp and Tobio took this chance to explore her whole mouth. His hands, however, began to travel downwards and traced the curve of her back. It settled on her side while the other snaked to land on her nape. There, he ran his thumb over the skin, making her arched her back.
With each touch, he felt on fire. With each caress, he could feel her body even more. Sawako-san fought him back, cupping his cheeks as she tried to dominate him. He felt weak at her sudden aggressiveness. It's as if she's feeding his carnal need instead, he felt limp.
She's so hot.
But the competitive attitude in him won't let her and fought back. She let out a cute sound, gripping on his shirt tightly.
He tilted his chin upwards, being pulled by her stance. Sawako-san was on her knees, she lifted herself on the floor where they were sitting. The cushion that was on his lap was gone, thrown somewhere by her attack, it was replaced by her weight. He was alarmed then, feeling her bottoms on his lap that straddled him.
He can feel her body heat. Their saliva mixed with their tongue fighting. Damn, he could taste her. Not the taste of mint from the mouthwash, not the taste of saliva she naturally secretes, but the taste of a woman that has been the reason for this awakened hunger. Tobio tilted his head to the side and breathed. He sighed, feeling breathless at their exchange, even more so when she placed her face on his neck. Her breathing was hot.
He felt hotter.
He could feel himself growing down there. I want to touch her. Beneath the clothes he desired, he gripped tightly on her shirt. He could feel him – he was twitching, throbbing, and wanted to break free from his underwear.
She cupped his cheeks, making him look at her again. Her eyes were in a daze, bluish-green darkened with a fire he had never seen in her before. It was attracting him and he knew though, that he has the same look.
They met halfway, their tongues dancing and twirling once more against one another. It was when he felt something in him tightened. He shuddered. I can't… He couldn't hold it any longer. It's too much for him. Something is coming.
"S-Sawako-san, I…" I won't be able to hold back if this keeps up. He placed both of his hands on her hips, locking her in place and pushed her downwards to rub him on her. He wanted to make her feel that he wanted her.
"… Yes?"
She was drunk. Drunk in kisses, she won't stop kissing him all over. She kissed the side of his lips, his cheeks, and his eyelids, his brows, his forehead, and his nose. She went to plant another kiss on his lips, to his jaw, before she entered the length of his neck.
Oh shit…
She marked herself in places he could not keep up. She travelled back upwards, reaching to rock her hips on him.
That was when he lost it. Tobio moaned, head falling on her shoulder.
"T-Tobio-kun…?"
Fuck.
He felt himself release some liquid like pee. It was warm, sticky, hot, and very satisfying. He could feel his member twitch and began to feel shame knowing he just stained himself with clothes.
"What… What?" She asked, surprised.
Oh, he can't look at her. but he did anyway and placed a hand on her shoulders. She pushed him lightly. She didn't ask him anymore when he saw her looking down.
"Oh."
He bit his lip, expecting her to be disappointed, get mad, or laugh at his situation. Instead, she sighed, tilted her head and asked, "Want… me to help you, ugh, clean?"
Inexperienced, Tobio didn't get what she meant. He nodded, shy, and she helped him stand up. He thought she would let him into the bathroom, but that wasn't the case. They stood there, face to face, their bodies closer. And it just sank to him, the words of what she meant.
"M-May I…?" She bit her lip, her fingers played with the hem of his shirt.
Tobio nodded, releasing a shaky breath to give her permission. She lifted his shirt, and he raised his arms. Wherever his shirt went, it left him topless in the room and he didn't care. It wasn't like her at all. She has this aura… something… something erotic as she slowly lowered herself down on her knees.
"S-Sawa –" He zipped his mouth shut at her glare and watched her instead.
Her shaky fingers traced the waistband of his shorts, looking up at him, asking for permission. And he nodded, standing still as she took off his shorts, leaving him in his boxers. He never felt that exposed and he wanted to hide the bulge and the stain that glared. He clenched a fist, her face too close in the area. He swallowed, when her hand began to reach.
Slowly, she rolled and pulled it down. He froze, stiffened, and she paused in surprise at the dark pubes that sprang beneath. Until a fully erect member appeared right before her. There was a white gloss of something sticky around the area, as if it was splattered with a white paint. It stood, touching his navel in all its glory, he became conscious of nakedness. He's not even that long but he has a nice girth he can be proud of.
She's staring intensely. Tobio bit his lip.
"Can I?" Sawako-san asked.
His eyes widened, feeling flustered. "Y-Yes. Please."
She shakily reached for his member and he noted her nervousness. He felt the same way, this intimacy is on a whole different level. And he let out a gasp when she gripped on him. Lazily, she ran her hand, running through the obvious veins that made him throb even more.
He hissed in pleasure at her hand job. Even more so when she placed her lips on top of its head and swallowed him whole. A wave of pleasure surged through him, feeling her tongue twirling around, and a light graze of her teeth. The pain, somehow, was pleasurable, only focusing on the softness and wetness of her mouth.
It was followed by the sound of "pop". He could feel the texture of her tongue sliding up and down. He threw his head back, gasping for air, knees getting weak and toes curling, he found support by holding on to her hair. Tobio threw his head forward and cracked an eye open to see the sight. Sawako-san was sucking on him, lips gliding and cleaning him as she told him. She was just eating earlier and now, she's sucking him to euphoria. He can't believe it. He gripped on her hair and thrusted his hips forward.
"Fuck…"
He felt so good. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue was doing a very good job twirling that he could feel the same tightening. He doesn't think he can still control himself, especially when his hips won't stop at the pleasure.
It wasn't that long until he came again. Enveloped in bliss, he had momentarily forgotten that he might be choking Sawako-san with what he's doing. A couple of thrusts was all it took, letting out his batch of his semen. He took out his leaking cock a moment after, and Sawako-san immediately coughed with a drool of white trickling from the side of her lips. Tears pooled at the corner of her eyes and he became aware.
"Sawako-san…! I'm sorry, I got carried away." His eyes widened in realization. He came inside her mouth, and in panic, his eyes began to search for anything she could spit on. It landed on the box of tissues she kept on the study table but she didn't let him.
Her hand was on his thigh, sending shivers in him. Sawako-san looked up at him with a face he never thought could be beautiful. Cheeks flushed, eyes glistened, messy hair, and mouth opened that allowed him to see what he fed her. But before he could utter another apology, she closed her mouth, swallowing it.
The fuck, she swallowed it.
Sawako-san giggled. "You came so much." She stood up. "That felt good, huh?"
Tobio gazed at that one drop of white that escaped. It fell on her chest and he stared at it. She noticed it, too, wiping it off with a finger before sucking on its traces. A part of him, she swallowed it. Inside her.
Holy shit.
Yeah. He felt good. So much. Very. He wanted more.
A step is all it takes. A step forward to capture her lips in his. His hand gripped on her arms to push her clothes. While she held onto his shoulders. She kissed back and he could taste himself that lingered in her mouth.
More.
His mouth left hers, mimicking what she did to him earlier. He found places he could plant his lips, searching for a spot that would make her ache more. His hands moved into action. One caressed her arm and the other found heat on her waist.
More.
Sawako-san let out a mewl, when he nicked her earlobe. Her hand wrapped themselves on him as his hand on her hips began to trek around the area. He felt her shudder when he passed by her navel, to her back, and right below her breast beneath her shirt.
His lips travelled, gliding to the neck downwards as she arched backwards. It gave him space to move around, and continued to mewl. And he voluntarily bit on her neck when she began to graze her nails on his back. Tingling sensation arrived, it made his length twitch in pleasure.
"T-Tobio…" She whispered. He momentarily paused. It was the first time she called him without honorifics and while moaning, too. "T-Touch me."
He pulled back, blushing at her words.
"Undress me." She said, cupping his cheeks so he can see her in the eye.
Obliging, he swallowed the lump in his throat before placing his hands back to his shirt. She's not wearing a bra and her hardened nipples were so obvious, it was making him so horny. Slowly, he raised the shirt and Sawako-san assisted by raising her arms like what he did.
He froze at the sight.
For days, he would catch a glimpse of pink, aware of the size she carries yet doesn't have any idea what they looked like. Yet right now, before him was her bare chest glistened with sweat and aroused. He placed his hand, cupping on her breast. It was so soft that it reminded him of a marshmallow. He eyed the bud that was enticing him. It felt like it was telling him what to do and he parted his lips.
He captured one nipple, sucking on it gently. Sawako-san moaned and began to play with his earlobe. It encouraged him even more with his activity. He continued to suck while the other began to massage the other.
"You're… sucking on it too strongly."
Tobio began to play. He never thought a girl's nipples could be this sensitive. Smirking at her flushed face, he began to have this idea and decided to do it. He brought two breasts, and he sucked on them together. A loud moan from her. So loud, no one could ever think she could make a noise like this.
Damn, he wanted to release something new. And he couldn't stop himself.
More.
He bit a nipple, one more time before he began to plant kisses on her stomach. Slowly, he touched her waist. She suddenly flinched, amusing him. He pushed down her shorts and was greeted by a white underwear. Oh, he could smell her. She raised her legs, allowing him to throw the piece of clothing somewhere behind her. He looked up to see her reaction but she was just looking at him, hiding her nipples.
He returned his attention to the underwear, body excited at this exchange of taking off their clothes. He wrapped his fingers on the seamless underwear and with one pull downwards, he threw the last clothing that divided them between clothed and naked.
A faint scent of soap. "Sawako-san." He started, looking intensely at the liquid that flowed between her center. It leaks a strong scent that was a little odd, it was enchanting him.
"You're sopping wet." He said, "Shall I… clean you, too?"
Her head rested on top of his head, patting it gently. He got to see her nod, smiling encouragingly at him. "Please…" She purposely widened her legs.
Sucking a breath, Tobio traced the shape of her legs with his fingers. She twitched when he traced upwards and played with her pubic hair a little but he went down and curiously pressed on the small hood. It made him wonder, amazement at the presentation before him.
This is her….
"O-Oh…" And Sawako-san began to sing a song only his ears could hear.
It must've felt good for her to have such a reaction that he did it again. Her reaction became music to his ears. To further escalate her pleasure, he left the hooded circle alone and began to trace where her fluid came from. Down to the deepest part, he found folds of skin, hiding a woman's cave.
He fumbled, tracing, wondering where it was. And alas, he found it. Much to his amazement, it sucked on his fingers casually and easily. It feels hot inside, tightening around his finger. It felt rough, bumpy, and really sticky despite the small hole. He began to make his way deeper, earning himself a moan and tight grab of his hair. Almost as if he knew what he was doing, he slid his fingers in and out in a pace she began to catch her breath before inserting another finger.
Her legs started to weaken, leaning on to him closer for support and his fingers… it won't stop.
"T-Tobio… I think I'm… I think I'm going to fall."
No. He's not yet done. No one's going to lie down until she feels good.
Driven and determined to make each other feel good, his fingers left her hole to lock her legs on his shoulder. Sawako-san mewled at the lost contact but it wasn't gone long. Instead of fingers, he used his tongue to lick the area from its wetness. He kept a firm grip on her ass, holding on to fats that have been twitching for a while now whenever he did something good in her body.
He found himself getting lost, attacking her entrance with his tongue. Despite the tight grip on his hair, he felt like he's going bald, he continued.
"Oh fuck, Tobio…!"
He didn't mind the curse that rolled off her tongue for the first time. He hungrily devoured her, rapaciously and starved, he moved his tongue inside before sucking on the lips and doing things all over again. In repetition.
More.
"W-Wait… I'm!"
More.
He felt good making her feel good. He sucked on the hood.
More…
"TOBIO!"
More.
He sucked on the lips, her juices be damned.
"Something's coming…"
Arching her back, Tobio let out a surprised yelp as liquid… pee?... drained from the core. It surged to her thigh, falling on his chest as he tried to back away from the sudden waterfall. And he stared at the mess he made her create. It surprised him, despite the warning she told him.
Fuck. He never felt so hot.
His eyes marveled, waiting as three more spurts of liquid were released. Only then did she look at him, glaring at him, with a face of ecstasy.
"Bakageyama…" And she lifted her legs, unlocking herself from him. Shakily, she left him there on the spot still on his knees.
Tobio gazed at her figure that now laid on the bed. He bit his lip, seeing a familiar fantasy and oh, that was sexy. Sighing and recollecting himself, he stood up and glanced at his aching member. Despite already coming in her mouth, he did a good job holding back while pleasing her. He couldn't bear the idea of reaching the climax of pleasure when Sawako-san has yet to reach hers.
And he wanted more.
"… Tobio…"
Turning, he looked at the raven-haired young lady in her bed. Glistened with sweat, her body fell lip, fully looking in his direction. He could see her nice figure. And it turned him on even more just thinking how she looked from above. It's as if she's offering her entire body for him to ravage. Even though he did what he did earlier, he found himself blushing.
"Come here." She said, gesturing for him to come closer with her hand.
He obliged, climbing to the bed. He was tackled by a hug – the most intimate skinship he ever had – by Sawako-san. It was like there's a warning in his head intermittently telling him that his body wants her and her body wants him. Due to the skin-to-skin hug, he felt ashamed thinking that any moment, he might come on her.
On her. Yet remembering where he came earlier… In her.
"As expected of a setter…" She giggled. "Your fingers, they're good."
He blushed at the praise. "… Thank you." His fingertips push-up paid off.
And she laughed. Heavens, he loves her laughter. "Why are you stiff?"
She didn't just tell him that. His body ached for hers and he has pent-up frustration yet to release the sexual tension. Again, he locked his lips on hers and immediately, she returned his feelings of her own. But it's not the kind of kiss that involves their tongues. It's their usual kiss of just putting pressure on the lips. And he wanted to convey the message that he wants more.
She cupped his cheek, forehead against his. He could feel her smile through their lips, making him feel light. "Go on."
A peck. Tobio gazed longingly at her eyes, making sure he heard her message right. He looked at her eyes. Those bluish-green of dark, it reminded him of the mystery and deepest part of the ocean. Iooked glorious, and mystifyingly beautiful.
Tobio licked her lips, making her gasp in surprise. He took the chance to travel downwards, planting butterfly kisses from her jaw to her collarbone where he bit a skin and sucked on it to bruise before travelling all over. He didn't care where he placed his lips nor licked his longue. He feeds her pleasure and he 's feeding himself, too. He continued, amidst her soft moans and back to her private part where she twitched. Tobio paused at his lip work, climbing back up to nuzzle on her neck in confusion.
She giggled, caressing his hair. He chose to ignore the hardened member that touched her thigh. It made his toes curl at how close their genitals are. "Your confidence amazes me." Sawako-san told him, catching up on how he was lost a moment ago. "You don't know what to do next."
He scowled at that. "And you do?"
She beamed. "Of course."
Raising a brow, he watched her look at him as if expecting something. But he didn't. "What?"
She blinked. "I don't have any rubber, though. And I know you don't have any, either."
Right. Protection. He shook his head. He had totally forgotten about that.
Sawako-san sighed, pecking him in the lips. He was pushed down by the shoulders as she swung her legs over him. He watched with a flushed cheeks on how wonderful she was for being on top of him right now. She straddled him once more, but this time, he's laying down. Her breast, a little big, almost rivals Saeko-nee-san, bounced at the moment. Fuck… She's such a hottie.
She sighed. "Okay." And breathed deeply. "Okay."
Okay.
The air left his mouth, head going back and chin upwards when Sawako-san, the always gentle young woman she is, suddenly took his member in her hand. It was still stiff from the foreplay and he wanted to release some now. Not yet… He grabbed a handful of the blanket when she began to stroke its length. And he could feel it once again. The feeling that he wants to let it out because it's too much for him to hold back. It felt too good when she stroked him like that.
He groaned. "S-Sawako-san…" He touched her knees.
But it was gone. It stopped. She stopped and it hurts, aching him to be left hanging like that when he's about to climax.
"Sawako-san…?"
Instead, he found her positioning herself for him. He could see her with her legs open. And his tip was poking on her entrance.
"Hush…" She said, biting her lips. "Let me."
He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, laying flat on the bed after her domination. Slowly, she rubbed his tip over her. He helped her in her balance, holding on her waist with gentle touch as slowly, she lowered herself after positioning the tip.
And when it entered, they chorused and moaned.
He dug his fingers on her waist as he slowly entered. Big for her hole, Tobio felt himself ripping her insides to make way. Those muscles that are soft, wet, sticky, felt like it was massaging his length as she slowly lowered her down.
It's hot.
But it hurts.
"You're… squeezing me." He opened his eyes. To his surprise, Sawako-san was teary-eyed. It hurts her, too. "Are… Are you alright?"
She nodded, placing her hands on his chest. "Yeah. It just… stings. Wait. Don't move…"
Tobio watched her take three deep breaths before she raised her hips. And down. Up and down. She winced and he bit his lip. Despite the pain she felt, he felt amazingly good. It was incredible. Her womanhood was sucking him while she moved her lips like that. The way their bodies smash together like that is so… lewd. Even though she's clumsily thrusting on top of him, he felt amazing.
No words. Sex is amazing. He felt light-headed with every minute and he was being stroked down there. He got to see her naked and her breasts were bouncing. She was making a face no one could see and moaning like a wanton for his ears. All for him.
More.
He met her thrusts with his own hips on instinct.
She gasped, holding on to his thigh. Her head was thrown back and he could see how her eyes rolled at the pleasure. It looks really lewd.
"Y-You're reaching all the way inside." Normally, Sawako-san is outgoing and gentle. No one aside from him could see such a sexy expression on her face.
Fuck. "You're amazing…" He groaned, heartbeat growing erratic in every beat. His hips moved up and down, seemingly on their own. All the way to the end of her insides, he ejaculated himself. The pleasure flowed in him as he shared body heat with theirs.
"D-Don't be so rough…!" Sawako-san fell on top of his chest.
With a twitch, he felt himself shuddering and something in him just… snapped. "S-Sawa…" He groaned. And with one big thrust, he kept her in place as spurts of semen were released. Sawako-san bit hard on his collarbone, holding back the moan but failed. "Mmm…! Tobio, gosh."
It was like a sap in his energy. He didn't know it was that quick. You can feel pleasure but once you reach the top, it'll drain you two-folds of the energy he used to get there. Even then, it was still amazing.
I came… He looked at her, catching her breath on his chest. … inside her.
"Tobio-kun…" She pushed herself up, looking flushed until she's back in her position from earlier where he could see everything of her body.
I want to make a mess of her. He wanted to see more – of her drenched in sweat, and body fluids, bringing down heavens with his name, a little tired, dirty but still beautiful.
"Thank Kami, it's safe today." She sighed, pulling him out from his thoughts. He slowly sat up, facing her. only to receive a flick in the nose. "Oh you, if you're going to cum, tell me." She pouted, slowly pulling herself out from his member. "… next time, okay?"
Next time. He nodded. She laid on the bed beside him and smiled. "Did it feel good? Inside me?"
He eyed her drenched womanhood, in which he nodded. "Yes." Ah, it's dripping.
She nodded to herself, releasing a contented sigh. "I'm glad."
His eyes have yet to leave on her part when he sees that he's still hard. I want more. If she kept on smiling to him like that after their good action, he won't be able to keep her from his desire. He blushed.
"Sawako-san."
She hummed.
"A-Are you tired?
"A little?"
He heaved a sigh, springing on top of her. He momentarily paused, now that he's top of her. He remembered. She was naked, sweaty and tired. She was breathing hard, smiling at him, and still looked inviting. It was the same in his dream.
"I… I can still go on. Can I?" He asked.
Her brows narrowed. Bluish-green eyes carefully eyed his stiffness. She kept in silence, wrapping her arms around his neck before sighing with an understanding smile. "You can." She tapped his nose.
He couldn't help but kiss her again. She's so cute… Tobio poured himself on that kiss, his intention to make her feel good. He bit her lips, easily sliding his tongue over her, mixing his saliva with hers. He left her lips and began to travel downwards. Moist, plump lips kissed her jaw, leaving a mark on her neck that will leave a bruise.
She wantonly moaned a little louder this time. He traveled further, his lips catching a hardened bud of pink. He sucked on it as if he's sipping on a straw while he massaged the other. He made sure to trace its shape before leaving it with a popping sound. And he pulled back.
Her breasts looked bigger up close… He licked his lips, as he watched his handiwork. Sawako-san looked like an utter mess with the mixture of sweat, saliva, and for her genitals, semen. He wanted to keep her touching like this forever.
He positioned himself before her, widening her legs for him to access properly. To tease her, he traced her slit up and down that made her whine. What an erotic face.
"What a tease."
He scoffed at her words, smirking devilishly as he poked on her, remembering so well where she put him earlier. He held back a low groan at the contact and slowly, he entered once again. Sawako-san writhed beneath him, moaning louder at his push.
Damn it, that felt so good. Without a word, Tobio began to move his hips backward and forward. He rubbed himself inside her clamping walls. Every time he reached deep inside, he could feel himself twitching so much. I'll reach even deeper.
He began to feel that familiar coil within his abdomen. It tightened in him, he began to move faster. Yet with each thrust, he loses himself. He couldn't hold back the groans that erupted at this pace and Sawako-san's moans were getting louder.
"Sawako-san…"
"Are… Are you going… to cum?" She panted, eyes rolling once more at the back of her skull.
He pushed her legs, raising it so he could meet her eye level. She opened her arms with a smile on her face. He cracked his eyes open and saw the wonder of the sight. "G-Give it to me…"
A beat.
He blinked. His dream is actually happening. Determined at her permission, he accepted her embrace. He fell on her chest, head hovering on top of her. He pounded on her over again. immediately, she wrapped her legs on him to keep him close.
"Sawako-san, Sawako-san, Sawako-san, Sawako-san, Sawako-san…!" He chanted on her name while she began to scratch his back like a cat. Sawako-san bit on his shoulder, moaning as he felt the surge of liquid coating him.
What?
But it wasn't that long before he released himself, too. He closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure. He let out a soft gasp, stiffening in her embrace, he felt limp. He could feel him done releasing, yet he didn't remove himself from her. He sucked in a deep breath.
"What was that?" He asked, pertaining to her own release.
"What?" She didn't meet his eyes.
He arched a brow, amused at her reaction. "You came, didn't you?"
She flicked his ear. "How vexing."
He removed himself from her without raising her head. Chuckling, he whispered. "Hey… I want more."
"Huh?"
But he didn't need her question and instead, turned her over, with her bare back and white nape facing him. Getting his intention, she grabbed a pillow. "Gosh, why aren't you tired…"
Tobio didn't wait for her and placed himself inside her once more. He groaned.
"Fuck, Tobio."
Eyes fluttered open at the first snooze of the alarm by the bedside table. Blue irises zeroed at the ceiling, groggy, and still sleepy. His arm raised, hand landing on the digital alarm that shut up once he hit the button. There was something heavy in his body and he looked down to see an arm draped on his bare stomach. Knowing it was Sawako-san, he sighed.
And he froze.
He looked at himself buck naked in the bed. He looked at her, too, seeing her lack of clothes despite being under the comfort of their white blanket but a tiny stain of red – blood? Upon catching a sight of clothes scattered on the floor, Tobio realized one thing.
They had a night.
But not just a night. Sex. Despite it being their first time, they did as many as they could - more like, he commanded the bed. She was unbelievably turned on and beautiful, he was too excited to catch a break, they did it until she fell asleep. Tobio sighed, glaring at his member already awake before he did and stood up. He made sure she's tucked in, replacing himself with a pillow before picking up their clothes. He reminded himself to wash his stained underwear later after training, placing their clothes in the laundry.
Ah… His back aches.
He went back to the room, taking a set of clothes from the cabinet. There was a mirror attached and for the first time since last night, he saw himself. There was a bite on his collarbone, shoulder, neck, and to his surprise, his back was full of red and pink scratches.
"Wah… that's a lovely sight for morning." Someone hummed.
His cheeks warmed, looking at her still laying on the bed. He was brought back to the past, remembering a certain word he read long ago – Ethereal. Right now and even before, she is the embodiment of that word. He couldn't help himself but to savor the moment of watching her slowly stand up as if they're not naked at all.
"Look at your artwork." She giggled, tracing the bruises he did to her chest and hips. "You were harsh."
He blinked, ignoring an urge so early in the morning. "I'm sorry."
She giggled and to his surprise, she hugged him. He has to restrain himself, a reminder that they both have plans today.
"You're lovely." Sawako-san told him, pecking his cheeks. He smiled. He felt so warm. He felt so… loved.
"Oh, I didn't miss how you told me, I'm amazing." She cheekily grinned.
He rolled his, wrapping his arms around her bare waist. No, he's not going to pay attention to her breasts, nor her ass. No, he has to take a shower and she'll cook. No, he has training and she has class today. He won't give in.
"Tobio, wanna take a bath together?"
"Sure." And he let her pull him towards the bathroom.
No, he'll start tomorrow. A bath with her isn't bad anyway for a first.
Oh.
"How did you know about that?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror while she scrubbed his back.
"About what?"
"What you did last night…?"
She smirked. "Oh, you mean, when I sucked you?"
He rolled his eyes.
She suddenly sprayed water on his face. "It's porn."
"Oi! Hey..!"
She laughed.
note:
I DID MY BEST.
Understanding how men erect and ejaculate, how their mind words about sex is beyond me as I am a woman. As I mentioned in the previous note, I initially wrote their smut in Sawako's POV yet my sudden chapter arrangement has landed me to write the whole thing again through Tobio's POV. Cheers to the nights I spent with hentai HAHAHA.
Fukuzawa Masashi and Ishikawa Daisuke are made-up characters through mixing the names of Fukuzawa Tatsuya, Kuriyama Masashi, Ishikawa Yuki, and Sakai Daisuke.
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