before you lost them, your whole friendgroup were on the floor, enjoying the music of the rock band that was performing; dancing and singing along. your group had agreed that you were going to buy more drinks inbetween sets, so as soon as the sendai frogs had finished, they were all eager to head over to the bar.

that was, until you informed them you needed to use the bathroom. although they claimed there was no issue in coming with you, clearly they must have grew impatient, as they weren't outside waiting for you like they promised.

considering how keen they were to get their drinks, you're confident that you'll be able to find them ordering at the bar. that certainty puts your mind at ease for only a moment, before you realise — with how conjested it is — it would be virtually impossible to go anywhere. there was a wall of sweaty bodies that you'd have to penetrate with brute force, in addition to the overall darkness that left you unable to see where the bar even is.

this instilled a familiar sense of panic in you, but with whatever courage you're able to muster from the remnents of alcohol in your system, you persevere and lauch yourself forward into the crowd.

only to immediately be pushed around like a ragdoll and elbowed in any and every appendage you have. your drunken balance didn't do much to help you either, so naturally, it wasn't long before a dancing patron sent you stumbling backward, about to fall onto your ass if it weren't for a pair of arms that hook under your shoulders and stable you just in time.

your eyes widen at the touch, and once you stand up, you immediately spin around on your heels to see who caught you. it's hard to make out their features under the flickering, multi-coloured lights of the club, but you could tell it was a tall guy with brushy brows and a dyed stripe at the front of his hair.

" 'm so sorry!" you cover your mouth with your hands in embarassment, despite having to scream your apology due to the loud music.

"don't worry about it! you okay? you look worried." he says with a toothy smile, hand resting on your shoulder. his touch is reassuring so it doesn't bother you; especially as you were too consumed by humiliation to pay any mind to it.

"i'm fine, just looking for my friends." though you yell the first part, your voice begins to trail off closer to the end of the sentence, hence he crouches slightly so he can hear you better.

"lost?" he confirms what you said, brows furrowed togehter in confusion.

you simply nod, and he straightens himself, surveying his surroundings as though he would be able to find them, or even know what they look like, "how'd you lose them?"

you shrug. the stress of the situation coupled with the overwhelming atmosphere had your eyes pricking with tears, as you croak, "i came out the bathroom and they were just gone."

the guy scrunches his face, and leans in closer to you as he yells, "what?!"

the live music was deafening yet you couldn't bring yourself to speak any louder, partially due to the tears threatening to spill from your eyes but also since you've already been screaming all night and are beginning to lose your voice.

despite your burning throat, you repeat what you said as loud as you can into this guy's ear, but he still shakes his head with a pout, "sorry, doll. can't hear you." he briefly looks around before he motions for you to come with him.

you follow, and in doing so you realise he must be a far more experienced club-goer than yourself, as he is able to use one arm to efficently ward off the other chaotic bodies and weave his way through the crowd, while the other arm is wrapped around your shoulders to protectively hold you close to his chest.

eventually you reach the bar area which is a lot further away from the stage so the music is far quiter, so you can finally hear yourself think.

however, once you glance around, you see how long the bar is. the end isn't even within your range of sight, so searching the whole length for your friends was going to prove to be challenging. but for now, you focus on the nice man who brought you off the dancefloor.

the lighting in this area is more ambient, with less strobes obstructing your view, so when you turned to look at him again, you were able to properly soak up all of his features, and it finally dawns on you that the guy you've ran into was the lead singer of the rock band that was playing right before you got seperated from your friends.

the sendai frogs, you think they were called. by no means were they absolute legends or rockstars; in fact, the first time you had ever heard of them was tonight, so they were definitely closer to being a small indie band. still, they made amazing music and you greatly admired their stage presense — also, he was pretty fucking hot.

so perhaps you weren't star-struck, but you were definitely pleasantly surprised and curious.

and that was made evident by the look on your face, which he thankfully didn't see because he was busy securing a seat at the bar and calling over the bartender.

he beckons for you to join him, but there are no other available seats next to him, so you simply stand awkwardly behind his stool while he orders, "one beer and.." he twists his body around to stare at you.

not expecting him to buy your drink as well, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, "a vodka coke, please?"

he whips around in his chair and proclaims to the bartender, "and one vodka coke!"

they nod, and scuttle off to make your drinks. while the guy, whose name you remember to be koganegawa from his performance earlier, eagerly encourages you to sit down and make yourself comfortable.

"uh, there's no seats." you point out shyly, at which he raises his eyebrows and double-checks the surrounding area. even for some nearby chairs that you could perhaps drag over, but as you originally suggested, there were zero.

"huh. that's alright." his demeanour quickly shifts from defeated to regularly perky, as he slips his hands around your waist and gently guides you onto his lap.

you defintely weren't expecting it, but you couldn't say you were opposed either. getting this kind of attention from such a cute guy who is also in rock band doesn't come often. and there's something about his manner that's so smooth and sweet; perhaps it was that honeyed smile that made his wandering hands playful and not perverse.

sat pretty on his lap, his hazel eyes carefully scan up and down your figure, with his head lazily resting on his arm that's propped up on the bar. "you okay to sit here?" he asks and when you nod quietly, he secures your place on him by letting his spare hand run idly across your back, getting dangerously low at certain points. "so what was it you were saying about your friends?"

"they said they'd wait for me to come out the bathroom but they left without me instead."

"right. that's not cool." he muses, making an attempt to sympathise with you but it was hard to take him seriously when he couldn't even bring himself to make eye-contact with you, as his gaze were focussed elsewhere. "and what's your name?"

"(y/n). and yours?" you know his name, yet you ask him, to be polite.

"kanji." he utters, shameless ogling only faltering when the bartender finshes making your drink, and sets down an open bottle of beer for koganegawa and your vodka coke in a plastic cup. they also dispose of the empty beer bottle that kanji had been in posession of and left on the bar.

he grins at you when the beverages arrive, and doesn't waste any time in taking a swift gulp. not as keen as him, you also turn around to pick yours up and take a couple sips, but in doing so — since you are positioned with your back against the bar — you had to do a little bit of shuffling upon his lap, and the friciton only makes him grow more restless.

"(y/n) is a cute name, y'know." he slurs between gulps, and before you can even get a word in to thank him, he continues, "and your friends are idiots for leaving you alone at a club. that's so not girl-code."

you snicker at his observation, "what do you know about girl-code?"

"i know it means not to abandon your friend at a busy venue in the middle of the night! that's so dangerous; any random guy could come along and try to take you away." at first his tone resembles that of genuine concern, but as he speaks it devolves into clear irony and sarcasm, which is furthered by a teasing grab at your thigh.

"take me away to where?" you joke, while leaning into him, shortening the gap between you two. there's thick chemistry in the air, and that made obvious by how neither of you are particularly aware of what you're saying, and are focused on each other. his gaze flicker between your lips and eyes, filled with longing. you can tell he wants nothing more than a taste of your sweet skin, and the same is true for you.

"uh, i don't know. wherever they take hot girls."

you both laugh at his outrangeous suggestion, so hard that you find yourself limp against his chest. into his shirt, you mutter, "i wish." in reference to the part where he called you a 'hot girl', as you certainly didn't feel cute after being battered around callously like a leaf in a tornado.

while koganegawa's face screwed up with confusion, "huh?"

"i wish." you repeat, taking another sip of your drink.

"sorry." he sighs, slumping back in his chair and resting an arm behind his head, "can't hear you."

his tone was enigmatic, thus it was impossible to decipher as genuine or sarcastic, but his intentions are revealed as his lips pull into a smile of unmistakable lasciviousness.

you scoff, unamused and turn away from him, but he's quick to use your waist to angle you back towards him, hand wandering up your spine in the process, "i'm kidding, babe." he reassures you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he can lean in and whisper, "but why don't you come with me somewhere quieter?"

"where's that?" you ask meekly and he pulls away, but stops as his lips are inches away from yours.

"backstage." his hot breath tickles your skin, and the way his big hands possessively caress your body makes for an offer you can't refuse.

the instant you utter a word of agreement he's already scooped you up in his arms and carrying you bridal towards the side of the club, shoving past anyone that dare step in his road with a fiery vigour you typically only see in the marines.

all the way in the corner, there is a black door, signposted as 'performers only' and he puts you down so he can fumble with his ring of keys and try to unlock it.

eventually, he does and the door creaks open, and he invites you through. once you're on the other side, he clumsily tries to lock the door behind him, which gives you enough time to absorb your surroundings.

there isn't much. just a short hallway, with two other doors on the opposite wall: one was labelled as a bathroom while the other was unclear. at the left end of the hall, there was a bulky fire-exit door that was propped open, letting gusts of cool air waft inside, causing your hairs to stand on end. the fresh air, despite the chilliness, was a pleasant relief to the stuffiness and disgusting odor in the club area.

the door was being held open by a tall blonde guy, with rectangle glasses who you recognise as the bass guitarist from the sendai frogs, the same band koganegawa was in. his weight was pressed against the door as he smoked a cigarette; staring outside, he didn't even aknowledge the two of you entering.

though kanji didn't pay any mind to him either. as soon as he was done locking the door to the club, he moved to the unlabelled door on the opposite side of the hallway and attempted to unlock that. he had lots of keys to choose from but after five minutes of trying, he huffed, "fucks' sake, which one is it?!"

that is when tsukishima — you remembered his name too — decided to chime in. without making eye-contact, he remarked while exhaling a wispy puff of smoke, "we don't have the key, remember? kyoutani took it."

koganegawa's jaw fell upon recollection of this information, letting out a dramatically prolonged groan, in contrast to tsukishima who was completely unbothered.

"damn it.." koganegawa mutters, nervously rubbing the side of his face, "do you know where he is?"

"if i did, do you think i'd be standing out here?"

koganegawa grunted at his snide response then rushed back, placing his hand on your shoulder while he unlocked the door to the club, "wait here, doll. i'll be right back." he left you with a quick peck on the cheek before he ran out in the club area, presumably to search for kyoutani, leaving you alone in the empty hallway with tsukishima, who only now cared to look over at you. needless to say, he was intrigued.

maybe it was a the alcohol or the lustful high you were on, but you were feeling cheery enough to strike up a conversation with other blond you were left with. especially since you didn't know how long koganegawa would be gone for, "uh, are you kanji's bandmate?"

he stared at you through his lenses, and when you spoke he narrowed his eyes, "can't hear you." he said monotonely, shifting his gaze back onto the damp streets outside.

"oh." his statement was worrying as you were less than eight feet away from him, and the blaring music had been nullified now that you were in a seperate area, hence you could hear him just fine. but there was a chance being on stage with all the speakers and intruments might've taken a toll on his hearing, so you do him the courtesy of not questioning it and moving towards him, until you were standing right against the frame of the fire-exit.

now that you were closer, your senses were overwhelmed by the ashy smell of his second-hand smoke, mixed with the bitter cold of the outside air; it took everything in you not to cough.

additionally, you were able to properly see into the streets now, and they were as sobering as you anticipated. the fire-exit lead into a random allayway, with a nearby dumpster that was overflowing with garbage. to the point there were shattered glass bottles scattered across the ground nearby.

the moon must've been out too but you couldn't see it from where you were standing. you could tell tsukishima could see it though; you think you can see the reflection of the celestial body in his brown eyes. and only the moonlight could illuminate his features in such a heavenly way.

"i just asked if you are kanji's bandmate." you clarified.

"didn't you see us perform together earlier?" he doesn't look at you.

"yeah, i did. your songs ar—" just as you were about to recount your experience of watching their set from the crowd, tsukishima cuts you off.

"then why are you asking if i'm his bandmate?"

your eyes widen at his sharp words; from the way he conversed with koganegawa, you picked up on the fact he was a bit snarky, but you were under the impression it was likely banter between friends and that he would treat you — a non-friend — a bit nicer. but you couldn't have been more wrong.

your throat dried up and you were at a complete loss, unsure of a possible response to such a nasty quip. it worried you that he might have said that with the intention of leaving you speechless so you wouldn't talk to him any longer; rockstars do have a reputation of being divas, but he certainly hasn't reached 'star' status yet, so you wonder who gave him the right to behave like one.

while you were being troubled by such notions, in direct contradiction to his original attitude, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and flicks it open, "want one?" he offers in a characteristically dry manner.

it did puzzled you as to how he could follow up such venom with a innocuous gesture; the duality was shocking, but you were far too drunk to think about it for too long. instead, you carefully remove a cigarette from the pack and hum, "thank you."

in swift succession, he lights it for you, then goes right back to staring at the moon in silence. strings of smoke drift out of his nose to mingle with the icy night air, and once it dissipates, he unhurriedly brings the cigarette back up to his lips for another long draw.

mimicking his action, you inhale like he does, which directly leads to a coughing and spluttering mess as your lungs react to the volume of conjestive fumes. your eyes prick with tears and you swat your hand around in order to clear the cloud of smoke around you, and to add insult to injury, through your watery gaze you see a smug smirk plastered on tsukishima's face.

"slow down. these are reds." he remarks, clearly with the intention to mock you because if he really wanted to help, that advice would've been useful before you took a draw.

when the fresh air in your lungs offsets the smoke, you're able to catch your breath, and the first thing you do is reply: "you seem like an expert."

though you meant that as an insult, tsukishima evidently didn't deem it as one, and may not have picked up on your malicious intent either, as he simply shrugs and keeps his eyes locked onto the sky. "eh. anyone would look like an expert standing next to you." amused by his own joke, greyed puffs of mist exit his nostrils with each dry chuckle. noticing that you're not laughing, just gawking at him with your big dumb eyes, he spits, "what are you looking at?"

"you look really nice in this light." you answer, timidly.

his features stretch into a look of disgust and confusion, which does a poor job of concealing the burning heat rising to his cheek. quick to avert his gaze in frustration, he huffs, "right. thanks."

you add, "a lot nicer than you did on the stage. the strobes weren't very becoming on you."

there it was. the insult he was anticipating. thankfully, as an experienced aggressor, he always has a retort brewing on the back-burner, ready to sling, "i'm not going to take that from a girl who was hacking up smoke a minute ago."

perhaps it was the drunken bravery tainting your blood stream that gave you the audacity to step forward, until you toe-to-toe with him, and take a shallow draw of your cigarette to blow the smoke right back out onto his face.

having seen you coming, he seals his lips and screws his eyes shut, staying that way until your smoke disperses. thus it doesn't affect him that much, but that's not to say he isn't peeved. once you're done and are about to retreat, he harshly grasps your jaw to hold you in place.

leering down at you, he said bluntly, "you're annoying." silently, he admired the way your face looked in his hand, under the ivory moonlight; how your cheeks were framed so perfectly by your hair, and how your glossy lips enticed him. he didn't even know your name but he knew he wanted to press a kiss to every inch of your supple skin.

you're already so submissive; it turns him on to think about what he could do with you in bed.

"sorry." despite the tell of insincerity, you can't help but grin. pleased with the fact he's already touching you the way you like. leaning into his palm, and squish your cheek against his knuckles, and the next steps come naturally from there, as he yanks you up to meet his lips.

however, you can only cherish the intimate sensation for half a moment; you're not even given enough time to establish a rhythm before you both hear a rattling noise coming from down the hallway, to which you react by instinctually prising yourselves off each other and taking your respective places at either side of the fire-exit frame.

and thank goodness you did, as koganegawa and kyoutani stumble in. koganegawa barks orders like a wasted drill sargent, while kyoutani wears the most aggrevated look on his face, a fat vein buldging on his forehead, ready to burst.

"unlock the door, mad dog." koganegawa crosses his arms over his chest and slumps against the wall, while kyoutani thrashes the key around inside the lock, ramming into the door with his shoulder when it doesn't budge, "why did you take the key anyway? you should've gave it to one of us."

kyoutani seems to have tuned out koganegawa's slurred complaints, and eventually — either due to the key or the brute force he was applying to the door — it flies open and koganegawa cheers, beckoning you over. while kyoutani goes in on his own.

you awkwardly glance at tsukishima first, with look that says a thousand words, before you approach koganegawa. he beams, gesturing for you to go in, "c'mon, make yourself comfortable."

without a word, you nod and scuttle into the room.

koganegawa was about to follow right behind you, until he sees tsukishima walk over too, and he promptly stops him from entering by blocking the doorway with his body, "woah! what do you think you're doing?" there was a chance tsukishima was just going to enter the lounge to dispose of his cigarette butt, but koganegawa knew better than to trust his smartass bandmate.

"joining her." tsukishima responds blankly with no remorse in his words, to koganegawa's dismay. he could be slow at times, but kanji was no dummy; he knew by those two words alone what had happened between the two of you in the five minutes he left to find kyoutani. a part of him wanted to reprimand tsukishima for breaching every single law of bro-code, but he knew to not waste his breath of somebody who doesn't care for any form of respect or affability.

instead, he chose the confrontational route, which tsukishima was proficient in.

"you're not joining her; i called dibs!" koganegawa whines, his brows scrunching together as he pouts.

"dibs? you can't call dibs on a person." tsukishima scoffs, rolling his eyes at the ludicrous idea.

"well, i met her first and i invited her back here." koganegawa punctates each 'i' with a theatrical point to himself. "so she's mine."

"then why was she hitting on me?" tsukishima replies triumphantly, and koganegawa has to resist to the urge to smack that smug smirk right off his face.

"she hit on you?" kanji repeated it with wide eyes, as though it was the most egregious thing he has ever heard, "in your dreams maybe. just leave us the fuck alone, kei. you've never tried to steal a girl from me before so i don't know why you chose tonight to start being an asshole."

while their argument raged on in the hallway, you were blissfully unaware.

entering the room confirmed all the suspicions you had, as it appeared to be a lounge of sorts, filled with the band's intruments, speakers and other equitment. next to the doorway there is a small overflowing trash can that you dispose of your cigarette into. there was also a long black leather couch against the wall, that looked like it had seen the worst of two world worlds, and possibly a third: it had gaping holes in the leather, mishapen cushions and peculiar stains.

but there isn't many options for places to sit, so you plop yourself down in the middle, with your arms glued to your side as you patiently wait for koganegawa or tsukishima to join.

kyoutani was also in the room, he must have slipped in as soon as he unlocked the door. the floor of the lounge was quite busy with bags and jackets and hoodies, which he kicked and threw around, sifting through the piles in desperate search for something, muttering profanities under his breath whenever he'd almost trip over one of the items he tossed onto the ground.

it didn't take a genius to figure out from his conduct — and the fact koganegawa referred to him as 'mad dog' — that kyoutani was the brute of the band, and therefore was probably a bit of a hot-head.

despite knowing this, you still go out of your way to involve yourself in his dilemma, taking extra care to be very sensitive in your delivery, in fear of pissing him off. "did you lose something?"

"shut the fuck u—" just as he is about to curse you out from frustration, his focus snaps off the piles of jackets he was rummaging through and lands on your figure on the couch. as soon as he caught a glimpse of you, his attitude instantly switched.

typically he hates groupies in the band lounge, but he can make an exception for you just this once, under certain conditions.

he freezes in his tracks, and inquires skeptically, "who're you?"

"oh, a fan, i guess." you stammer, having to hastily come up with a way to describe your situation without divulging too much embarrassing information. "koganegawa invited me back here. i didn't sneak in or anything." you joke, awkwardly laughing to yourself, but kyoutani doesn't.

he remains deadpan as he slowly sidesteps towards you, "a fan?"

you nod enthusiastically, possibly too overzealous to be convincing, but you didn't want him to doubt your admiration for even a second. "yup, huge fan. i especially liked your drumming, it was amazing."

unaffected by your flattery, he sits beside you, piercing stare lethally fixed to you the entire time, during every movement. "uhuh." he murmurs with his tongue pressed to his cheek.

he's opted to sit really close to you. like really close. you were unsure if he was sober because nobody with uninhibited cognitive function would choose to be so uncomfortably intimate with a stranger. his leg was pressed up on yours, and he was relaxed on the back of the couch while you sat straight, meaning his buff arm was positioned right behind you.

you made sure to hold eye-contact, which is how you noticed he was wearing smudged black eyeliner. to combat the charged silence, you comment, "i like your eyel—"

"nice tits." he states in a strangely blunt tone. it takes you a moment to process that it's even a compliment considering there is not a hint of lechery in his inflection.

"oh, thank y—"

evidently too impatient to let you finish a single sentence, and determined to hasten the pace of the coversation, kyoutani interupts you again to ask, "you down?"

kyoutani wasn't as experienced at hooking up with groupies as koganegawa, which is why he hasn't mastered his 'sweet-talk'. albeit, the straight-forward approach has yet to fail him, but that could be due to his band, muscles or frightening death stare. or all of the above.

"like," your eyes widen, perplexed by his sudden inquiry, "sex? here?"

he nods firmly.

there was hardly any sexual tension lingering between the two of you — at least not in the way it was during your interactions with koganegawa or tsukishima — but admittedly, you had a gander at his body slumped on the couch: his toned abs curving with his posture, and his delicious biceps that flex when he lifts his arm. and with that in mind, you were willing to overlook the lack of sexual chemistry in favour of the physical attraction.

plus, just thinking about how rough he'd be got you so hot.

"uhm, i guess so." you stutter, and you needn't say more.

a brief smile flashes across his features, which is soon lost as his lips lock with yours, his big hands immediately seizing the oppertunity to roughly explore your body and press it against his. engaging you in a deep yet fleeting kiss, leaving you aching for more when as he gets up from the couch to march over to the door and close it.

just as he is about to do so, koganegawa — still in a heated contention with tsukishima — notices out of the corner of his eye and slams his fist down against the door, preventing kyoutani from shutting it. "what are you doing?" he yells, with some misdirected fury in his voice.

fortunately, kyoutani is more focussed on returning to you, so he ignores koganegawa's attitude and replies bluntly, "you know what i'm doing, so get lost. both of you." he goes to close the door again, but this time tsukishima holds it open too.

"what is wrong with both of you?" koganegawa shouts, exasperated, "i invited her backstage; the two of you need to leave."

"not happening." kyoutani snarls, then tries to slam the door closed again, despite the resistance, "fuck off!"

the shouting finally made you aware of the altercation going on by the entrance, which was likely also the cause of neither koganegawa or tsukishima joining you. hence, you call out, "is everything okay?"

upon hearing your voice, kyoutani instinctually turns around to look at you and lets his guard down for a moment, but still long enough for koganegawa to seize the oppertunity to shove past him and dash in front of you, while tsukishima and kyoutani quickly follow suit.

"(y/n), sorry for the hold up. these two won't leave us alone!" koganegawa explains while laughing awkwardly, motioning to his bandmates who both wear matching scowls. "but i'm here now, so."

"i think (y/n) has changed her mind about that, isn't that right?" tsukishima rebuttles, as they all suddenly turn to stare at you expectantly.

your blood runs cold at the sudden shift of attention and now being the focal point of the discussion — in addition to how they were all waiting in baited silence for you to make a decision. you gulp, avoiding eye-contact and all costs and somehow croaking out, "uh, i'm not sure what you want me to say."

"we're just asking—"

"we want to know—"

both koganegawa and tsukishima begin to explain the situation simultaneously, talking over each other to the point neither of them were intelligble as their voices drowned one another out. their squabbling only made you even more nervous and confused. that is, until kyoutani speaks up, louder than both of them and asks,

"who're you gonna fuck?"

you're able to hear that perfectly clear, and so are koganegawa and tsukishima as they fade to mute.

the straight-forward question — although, concise — still leaves you with a lot to consider. not wanting to hurt any of their feelings, you choose the diplomatic route and try to formulate a response you think would appease them all, "each one of you is so sweet in your own ways. i don't think i could choose, sorry." you stuttered, pressing your legs together.

while kyoutani and tsukishima grumbled and griped about 'wasting their time' and 'getting their hopes up', a sly smirk spread across koganegawa's lips; one that they only noticed when he started tittering to himself.

although tsukishima immediately understood, kyoutani remained in a state of bafflement as he watched his bandmates cast each other knowing looks. after demanding answers, koganegawa finally pat his shoulder and whispered, "four way."

kyoutani hated the idea of fucking a girl at the same time as other guys, and that was evident by the disgust plastered over his face. however, it had been solidified that the only way he was going to get with you tonight is if he was willing to make some compromises, so he begrudgingly decided to pick up a bottle of vodka from the cooler and tough it out. as soon as the bitter substance hit his tongue, the situation was already starting to sound doable.

tsukishima always thought of himself as too good to ever share the girls he's into, but he was confronted with a harsh reality check. one that dictates he'll have to settle with certain conditions. once kyoutani has taken a gulp of the drink, he snatches it out of his hand and takes a swig.

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on the other hand, koganegawa couldn't be more pleased. it was likely linked to the fact that so far tonight, he has had more to drink than either of them, but he's more focussed on finally getting to fuck you after all the effort he's gone to. as shown by his speed in dropping down onto the couch next to you, swiftly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to facillitate a deep kiss.

while his hands wander suggestively over your body — grabbing and groping at whatever parts he desires — kyoutani and tsukishima watch in horror, then hastily join as to not let him have you all to himself.

kyoutani plops down on your other side, using his strong arms to aggressively yank you onto his lap. your lips were still locked with koganegawa's, with your arms still drapes over his shoudlers, so the only response you give to kyoutani's action is a muffled yelp. but this surprisingly does seem to bother him, since he is more involved with other priorities. such as unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other delves between your thighs, wandering under your dress and grazing the damp fabric of your panties with the tips of two fingers.

tsukishima clicks his tongue at the obscene sight, grimacing with repulsion but somehow unable to pry his eyes away. "this is gross.." he grumbles to himself, but the rest of you are too occupied to even aknowledge his comment. with a curbed sigh, he takes another gulp of vodka — straight from the bottle — before reluctantly approaching the situation.

although he is lost as to where he is supposed to fit himself in, since you're currently engaging in a passionate kiss with koganegawa and greedily fondling your ass and pussy in his lap. however, you are considerate enough to notice his aimless figure out of the corner of your eyes, so you hastily pull free from the kiss to face tsukishima instead. surprisingly, koganegawa doesn't seem to mind, and shifts his focus to peppering kisses across your collarbone and neck, occassionally sucking a hickey into your soft skin, while kneading your tits in one of his hands.

your attention fell on tsukishima, who stood tall and loomed over you, hooded yet intimidating eyes gazing down. this proved as an obstacle as he was far too high up for you to kiss, since kyoutani had you secured on his lap by his muscled arms, and tsukishima didn't seem interested in kneeling to meet your height. however, this wasn't an issue for him, as it mean your head was at the perfect height to attend to the erection growing in his pants. you glance up at him innocently, and he reciprocates with a sly smirk, as he hands work to unzip his fly and free his cock.

while tsukishima did that, you sat and whimpered quietly as koganegawa diligently marked your neck with hickeys, leaning into his warm touch. as well as kyoutani tugging your panties aside to rub at your sensitive folds, relishing in your wetness and how you subconsciously tensed your thighs around his veiny forearms. so sweet. only made him more eager to hike up the skirt of your dress to reveal your whole ass for him. his hands move from your cunt up to your waist, utilising his grip to hold you over his lap, and you yelp as he suddenly pushes you off him.

he uses his other hand to align his cock with your juicy entrance, then wastes no time in letting go of your body, allowing you to sink down on his length, savouring the satisfying stretch of your snug pussy as it consumed him. "shit.. you're tight, bitch."

a guttural groan was drawn out of your throat at the unexpected intrusion, and though his girth was a difficult to take at first, the painful quickly dissolved into warm pleasure, reflected by your walls fluttering around him and your eyes rolling back in your head.

naturally, your mouth fell agape in reaction to his thick cock being shoved inside you, and tsukishima found that to be the perfect oppertunity to grab a fistful of your hair and guide it down to his newly freed cock, graciously accepting the whole length into your mouth. although this keen maneuver was also abrupt, instead of gagging or coughing, you were able to quickly accomodate it and gracefully glide your tongue down the underside of his shaft, stimulating the base — that your lips weren't quite able to reach — elicting a stifled groan in reaction. he can't help but chuckle to himself a bit; perhaps it was just how inbreiated he was, buut he was amused at how much he was enjoying this, choking you on his cock in front of his bandmates. his hands travels from your hair down to the side of your face, gently pushing your hair out of your face with his thumb, gazing down at you with a desirous glint in his eye, "you're good at that." he rasps. though you could barely hear him over the lewd slapping noises of kyoutani roughly bouncing you on his cock, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs.

after you were hunched over by tsukishima, that made it tricky for koganegawa to continue kissing your shoulders and neck, so he trailed pecks down your spine, all the way to your lower back. that is when he took notice of your exposed ass, courtesy of kyoutani pulling your slimfit dress up. he smirked, and with not much else to entertain him, he licks his index finger and it ventures towards your uninhabited hole, while the other hands keeps your cheeks apart.

it was almost challenging due to the pace at which kyoutani was moving you up and down and up and down, but koganegawa was determined to give your insides a feel. and kyoutani, though mostly engrossed in the bliss your homey pussy was providing him, didn't mind watching it happen. you could feel koganegawa playing with your ass yet it made it you gasp when his wet fingers delved into your hole. "you like that, doll?" he snickered, squirming his finger around.

your gasp disturbed your ryhtmn around tsukishima's cock, causing you to have to jerk away to cough and splutter. tsukishima stared down at you impatiently as you did so, burning holes into the top of your head, meanwhile kyoutani quite enjoyed your coughing fit — specifically how you're cunt clenched him each time. "fuck, that's good." he grunts.

once you were finished, you were swiftly guided back to tsukki's dick, encouraging you to reestablish your previous speed. "keep going. you're not done til i cum in that whore mouth." he states sternly, his mean tone laced with teasing. you quickly get to work, eagerly sucking his cock at a furious pace, to the point where drool was beginning to spill from the corner of your mouth, which tsukishima carefully wiped away with his thumb.

"hey, don't talk to her that, kei." koganegawa slurs from behind you, and even though you couldn't see his shit-eating grin, you could tell by his inflection that he was joking. and if that wasn't already clear, it was further demonstrated as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of your puckered hole. "whores usually aren't this tight."

a smile ghosts over tsukishima's lips at koganegawa's reply, however he was mostly amused by the fervent way you devoured his cock — like you were starving. it was too good; worth sharing for. the only downside was that he was getting dangerously close to a climax already, but he didn't want to be the first one to finish.

thankfully, soon enough, kyoutani's guttural grunts were increasing in volume and it was becoming evident to everyone that he was close, and that notion was solidified by his prolonged groan, "shit.. gunna fill this bitch up.."

koganegawa either took pity on you or maybe just wanted to be the first one to cum inside you, but whatever the reason, he used his leverage on your ass to push you upwards just as kyoutani was ready to bust. thus, instead of spilling inside your spongy walls like he intended, kyoutani came while your hole was hovering above his tips, and thick spurts of cum leaked all over his own lap.

"fuck!" he exclaimed from both disgust and orgasmic bliss, glaring daggers at koganegawa. if it wasn't for the fact he was flushed and recovering from the best orgasm he's had in months, kyoutani would've attacked koganegawa in a heartbeat for making such a mess. but currently, he was so fucked out and hazed he couldn't bring himself to lift a finger. plus, he currently had more pressing priorities.

while kyoutani stripped himself of his soiled jeans, tsukishima had lost himself in the hedonistic euphoria brought to him by your expert mouth. and now that the friction in your pussy wasn't sending numbingly delicious waves of pleasure wracking through your body, you could focus all your energy on bringing tsukishima over the final hurdle.

which you did, rapidly. there wasn't much time between kyoutani's orgasm and tsukishima being sent hurtling to his climax. your lips dragged frantically back and forth on his length, while your hand stimulated the parts your mouth wasn't able to fit. but in a frenzied rush, you abandon the handjob all together and start deep-throating his whole fucking cock.

you only manage to do this three times before he cums.

his hand tangles itself in your hair which allows him to fuck your mouth throughout the duration of his high, letting his hot seed ooze down your throat. "just like that. drink it up, princess." he heaves, not usually one to dirty talk but his lust blurred mind drove him to utter the first coherent thoughts that occured to him.

"yeah, princess." koganegawa tittered to himself, yanking his finger out of your hole with a lewd pop. if tsukishima's uncharacteristically pornographic grunts weren't enough to motivate you, the brutal spank koganegawa planted on your ass certainly was. followed by an even harsher one, that made your whole body shake, courtesy of kyoutani.

despite your bruised and sore throat, you were somehow able to slurp down every last drop of his salty cum, all while gazing up at him with watery eyes. watching as his face glazed over in pleasure, his heavy breaths steaming up his rectangular glasses that sunk to tip of his tongue. he was so hot; it made all the effort you put into pleasing him infinitely worth it.

and he thought the same of you, when he was able to catch a glimpse of you through his hazy vision and foggy glasses. the way your cute nose scrunched up at the taste, and your lips parted into a pretty 'o' around his girth, and how your cheeks puffed out cutely. it all contributed to his euphoric orgasm. he was on cloud nine and never wanted to the moment to end, hence he tried to stretch it out for as long as he could, keeping your head held close to his base until your mouth had milked his cock for all he had.

after his high had definitively concluded, he finally relaxed his grip on your hair, therefore you are able to slip away, gasping for air and filling your sinuses with fresh air for the first time in what felt like ages. "damn.." you mutter to yourself, already somewhat missing the saturated sensation of his dick in your mouth.

he cupped your chin in his hands and tilts your head up to meet his piercing stare, squishing your tear-stained cheeks in the process. "tired?"

you silently shake your head, not breaking eye-contact.

tsukishima opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by koganegawa saying in a whiny tone, "good! 'cause i've not had a turn yet." tsukki watches with narrowed eyes as kanji grabs your thighs and pulls you off kyoutani's lap. he shuffles onto his knees and positions you so you are bent over in front of him, with your pussy aligned with his hips, while your cheek is pressed against kyoutani's muscular — and bare — thigh. conveniently facing his stiff cock.

"look at this pretty fuckin' pussy." koganegawa still had his jeans on and would playfully thrust his clothed erection against your sopping cunt, and the friction from that alone was enough to make him whimper under his breathe. despite the addicting sensation, the sight of your glistening pussy — still slick and dripping with arousal — completely hypnotised him. it had him gripping at your thighs in order to lift you up, until your cunt aligned with his mouth and he could lick a long stripe between your folds, revelling in the taste.

not anticipating that variety of stimulation at all, a small gasp exits you at the abruptness of both the touch and being lifted up. however, kyoutani is quick to shut you up by aggressively stuffing his firm cock into your mouth. his wasn't as long as tsukki's so you didn't instantly choke in it, however it was far thicker, leaving your mouth far more full. there was barely any space for your tongue to move around.

similar to before, kyoutani grabbed your hair and used to make you suck at the speed of his choosing. though, unlike tsukishima, kyoutani left you with no autonomy, steering you entirely to his pleasing and forcing you to blow him at an unreal pace. your head bobbed up and down furiously on his dick, presumably bruising your lips each time you were slammed onto his base. not that you minded, you frankly quite enjoyed him using your face as his own personal fleshlight. at least in exchange for all the deliriously horny praise he spluttered for you, "go on, take it, bitch. in that sexy mouth. like a fuckin' whore."

meanwhile, you were finding it difficult to stifle your moans as koganegawa went to town between your thighs. licking and lapping up your juices as though he was starving. using his thumbs to spread your folds apart so he could access every last inch of your soaked pussy, sucking and nibbling on every part he could. drawling incoherently against your lips, "mmph, fuck you taste sweet. and yer so wet, doll." he whined almost tearfully, "shit— what've we been missing out on?"

eventually he had to pull away to catch his breathe and shakily wipe your slick off his chin and cheeks with the back of his hand. even as he did so, he glanced to the side at tsukishima — who was idly tracing his finger up your spine — and kanji grabbed ahold of your ass and angled it to the side, panting, "kei, try it."

tsukishima blinked, taking a moment to process the offer. a muted part of him was aware of how regretful he would be in the morning, but that still didn't stop his legs from moving on their own, hesitantly sitting down right next to koganegawa, so his face was only inches away from your hole.

kanji's pointed pupils were locked to tsukishima the entire time; watching carefully as the taller blonde slowly leans in to your pussy, until his lips connect with your folds. his pace is far more leisurely than koganegawa's, taking his time in stimulating your clit with his tongue and massaging your labia with his mouth. suckling and kissing on your pussy as though he was making out with an adoring lover. his eyelids fluttered shut as he got lost between your legs, much to the amusement of his observing bandmate, "good, ain't it?" kanji snickers.

tsukki replies with an incomprehensibly muffled groan, which vibrated against your swollen clit. glassing fogging up again from the close contact.

all while kyoutani was still fucking your mouth to his heart's content. despite how rough he was, you were eventually able to somewhat relax your throat around his cock, and welcome it into your mouth with relative ease. due to this, and perhaps his enhanced sensitivity from his recent orgasm, it was long until he had you pushed down to the base of his cock as he released into you, making you drink up his tangy seed while he melted back into the couch and grumble, "that mouth.. nmph—"

once he thinks you've sufficently taken his cum, he suddenly yanks you off his cock by your hair and lets you rest your head against his strong things, while he stares at the ceiling, chest inflating and deflating as experiences a post-orgasmic haze. idly, he strokes your head, dragging his thumb across your temple in a benign manner.

as tsukishima is still lapping atyour cunt, kanji quirks a brow daringly and remarks, "bet you can't make her squirt."

the strange assertion causes tsukishima to falter and his eyes to shoot open. furrowing his brows together, he unhurriedly retracts his lips from your folds and replies in a shallow voice, "what?"

"you ever made a girl squirt before, kei?" kanji asks with a cheeky smile.

just as he opens his mouth to respond, kyoutani interrupts, "obviously he hasn't."

kanji laughs, and tsukishima retorts, "of course i have."

"go ahead n' do it then, big boy." koganegawa chuckles and expects the mad dog to do so as well, but the other too just cringe.

"don't call me that, freak." tsukishima spits. but without requiring further instruction, he takes on the bet and immediately his lips crash against your needy cunt, with the goal of ultimately making you squirt. his work is unrushed and precise as it was before, but this time around his tongue ventures into your hole, squirming around and investigating every section of your gummy walls. simultaneously capturing your folds between his lips and sucking them dry.

his actions cast waves of heat cascading through your body, evidenced by your wanton moans into kyoutani's lap and your trembling figure as you approached your first orgasm. in stark contrast with the cold surface of his glasses grazing your molten core whenever he got too close. even though he was coming down from his own high, kyoutani still gave a slight attempt to reassure you by tenderly patting between your shoulders. whereas koganegawa took a more direct approach, steering you to your climax by shoving his finger into your sore asshole again and then following it up with a smack on your cheek, "you ready to cum, doll? be loud so we can hear ya, yeah?"

and just like that, aided by tsukishima tongue-deep in your tight cunt, eating you out so expertly, and finding delicious spots inside you that you didn't even know you had. you soon came undone against his face. your back arched and you were guided through your climax by tsukishima continuing to eat you out for the duration, and koganegawa kindly stroking your ass, "perfect, baby. let it all out. don't be shy, kanji's got ya."

"hgnh, fuck, t—too much!" you exclaim.

your breaths staggered out and you were left defeated and tired against kyoutani's lap. your legs were numb so you were unsure how they had the strength to keep your ass in the air, but somehow you stayed frozen in place. tsukishima hesitantly removed himself from between your legs, and he didn't even need to say anything before he was pushed aside and off the couch by koganegawa, "that was a good effort, kei. i'll give you that." he delcared smugly, referencing the fact that — although you came — you didn't squirt. "pay close attention. i'll show you how to really please a woman."

tsukishima didn't even entertain his ludicrious bragging with a response, instead he just scoffed and rolled his eyes, slumping down on the floor with his back against the coffee table, so he was facing the couch. he reached over and grabbed the nearby bottle of vodka and took a swig: he was going to watch alright, but for his own enjoyment, not because koganegawa told him to. "there is nothing you could teach me that i don't already know, moron."

"we'll see about that." kanji titters. he shifts himself so he is sitting on his knees, and aligns his newly exposed cock with your hole. the bulbous head of his dick prods at your slit, enlarged from how long he went without any personal attendance gathering your slick with his tip, he basks in the gooey sensation before ramming himself straight into your slobbering hole.

he pounded into you wildly and repeatedly, very euthusiatic and able to maintain a consistently hard and fast pace; the direct results of holding in his lust for so long. each time his hips connected with yours, a filthy slapping noise rung throughout the room from his balls colliding with your soaked clit. when his eyes weren't threatening to roll back into his neck from the sheer and overwhelming pleasure your tight cunt was bringing him, they were glued to your ass, admiring its subtle bounce each time he thrust into you.

"hah- knew you'd be tight, baby, but— shit, this 's crazy." his eyes screwed shut, burning tears glossing his lashline, as he audibly struggles to cope with the way your cunt clings to him. "best— hnngh, best pussy i've ever fuckin' had. where've you been hah— hiding, angel?" despite this, he hammers into your pussy with ease, but he worries he might finish in you sooner than anticipated. and you can feel this by the way his dick throbs within you, since he's so big you can sense every little pulse of his veins and ever-so-slight leaking of precum from his engorged tip.

"gunna pump you full of my load, yeah.. you like that shit, right? being kanji's sweet little cumdump, huh?" he rambles on, meanwhile you are too fucked out to even think of a response.

not wanting to be selfish and cum before you, he places a hand on your labia and frantically palms at your clit, coaxing you to an orgasm with his honeyed words, "c'mon, princess. ngh— almost there; be a good girl 'n cum for me. make this— nggh— this tight pussy squirt, i know you can do it."

the whole couch rocks with the fierce rate at which he ploughs into you, and with the way your loving cunt chews down on his cock, it's not long before he spills inside you. lazily grinding with his head tossed back, punctuating each wet thrust with a hushed curse.

"there. we. fucking. go. just like that, angel; milk daddy's cock dry.. you know, hah— you need it." his hot cum flooding through your insides and greasing your tender walls was enough to send you hurtling over the edge too. biting down on kyoutani's skin in a feeble attempt to muffle the shriek-like moan you were on the verge of letting out, elicited by the colossal fire that was literally spreading through you, lining your pussy walls and rudely intruding into your womb.

laboured breaths staggered out from koganegawa, as he slipped his cock out of your slippery pussy, once your orgasmic grip has alleviated. "such a sweet girl but you take dick like a whore, y'know." he muses, caresses your perky ass, paying close attention to how your hole twitched around nothing. "you were pretty when you came too. shame you didn't squirt though."

"cos neither of you could make a bitch squirt if you tried." kyoutani scoffs, picking you up in his usual rough manner and manhandling you away from koganegawa so you were draped over his lap, with your stomach against his thighs and your ass perfectly within reach. "i'll try."

"mad dog, leave her alone. i think she's had enough." koganegawa suggests upon observing your frail and weak figure, barely able to resist kyoutani's harsh grasp.

kyoutani grips your chin and whips your head around to meet his vicious stare. "you done?" with one brow raised, he rasps, "or do you wanna cum on a real man, slut?"

you innocently blink at him. with the majority of your brain fried, you were left to think with only your pussy, which is why you ended up nodding mutedly, despite the aching mess already pooling between your legs.

"good." he mutters. wasting no time, he plunges two fingers into your drooling hole. slicing through the amalgamation of fluids coating your walls, he fiercely thrusts into you, tips of his fingers poking at your gummy walls each time until he found your sweet spot. and once he did, oh he abused it. slamming into it over and over; a faintly satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched you cry out for him in a flurry of hedonistic desperation.

"ngh— so, so fast. don't st— stahh— op, please.."

"see. enjoy it, whore. no other guy is ever goin' to fuck you this good." he whispers into your ear through gritted teeth, his hot breath searing your skin. "n' maybe if you squirt for me i'll do this for you again. how's that sound?"

"mhm.." you whine meekly, enraputred by the violent fingering between your shaking legs.

his buff arm was cradling your ass in order to lift you off his knees slightly so he could access your cunt from a better vantage point, which assisted him in reaching the vulnerable sports inside you that he had discovered. the parts that had your toes curling in your heels and your back arching erotically into him.

then, amidst the feverish thrusts, without warning, a staggered scream erupted from your throat and crytalline fluid came flooding out of your pussy. your eyes screwed together and all you were able to do was tense up and moan as your body went through the motions. your cunt clamped down around his fingers while gushing around them, causing kyoutani to groan a little, as he wanted to finger you through your high but he didn't have the strength left to prevail against your iron grip.

the overstimulation had resulted in this being your most powerful climax yet, so it lasted a while. with squirt pouring out of you and your whole body shuddering for what felt like ages. albeit it was a delightful sight for the three boys who surrounded you.

once you settled down and the overpowering pleasure pulsing through you eventually faded out, kyoutani was finally able to remove his fingers from you, with a vile squelching noise. your cunt cherished the empty sensation, finally free of any conjestion for the first time in what felt like hours. kyoutani idly palmed your pussy, slowly rubbing your labia and mixing all the different liquids that pooled by your creamy hole. "it's that easy." he says with hooded-eyes, to his bandmates who simply gape back at him, astounded.

"i— didn't think you even knew how to finger." kanji stuttered.

"yeah. you don't seem like the type, kyoutani." tsukishima adds.

"obviously i know how!" kyoutani barks angrily, prevented from lunging forward at them by your body sprawled over his lap, "i just don't do it often."

"oh, so you're just lazy?" tsukishima snickers at his own quip, and so does koganegawa.

but to their surprise, instead of getting defensive, kyoutani just replies nonchalantly, "yeah." he shrugs, "can't be bothered."

when he realises that your still on his lap, and he's caressing your ass in an oddly fond fashion, he is quick to push you away, throwing you back against the couch next to him with ease. "get off me." he snips, wearing a mean scowl as he crosses his arms over his chest bed-temperedly.

while you are laying dejected on the couch, koganegawa climbs to his feet and lurches over to you, then dizzily plops down beside you. very close, looking over so his lips are basically grazing your neck, "how're you feeling, princess?" he coos, gazing at your fucked-out figure with stars in his eyes.

"leave her alone, kanji." tsukishima slurs, shaking his head disapprovingly at his bandmate's actions.

"yeah, let the bitch rest."

"i'm just checking on her!" he whines back at the pair, then turns to you, "so, as i was saying: you okay, angel?"

"tired.. but yeah." you mumble.

"good. i was a bit scared we might've broke ya." he laughs to himself, still captivated by you, despite your unresponsiveness, "so, are you free next friday? that's when we're booked to do another show here." he explains, then abruptly leans in to whisper right in your ear, "then you can get some one-on-one time with your favourite singer, huh?"

"stop that." tsukishima immediately chimes in. "first you barely made her cum and now you're threatening her with more sex."

"sex with me isn't a threat; it's a blessing." koganegawa retorts, running his hands through his hair as though that was going to affirm his point, but really all it did was make tsukishima vomit in his mouth a little.

"keep telling yourself that."

"big talk from you, four-eyes. not like you made her squirt either." mad dog chuckles smugly. it was strange how they talked about you like you weren't in the room with them. perhaps they thought you had fallen asleep because your eyes were closed. or maybe — and more likely — they just didn't give a fuck.

tsukishima rolls his eyes, "you only got her to squirt because kanji and i had already tried, so she was on her third round. you would've never been able to do it if you had gone first."

koganegawa nods firmly in agreement, far to drunk to begin to comprehend what tsukishima meant but it sounded in opposition to kyoutani, so he agreed. "yeah, that's like basic biology."

"i could've!" kyoutani argues.

then, an idea occurs to koganegawa, which he expresses while tenderly fondling your thigh, "you'll have to prove it. why don't we schedule a rematch for next friday. how does that sound, doll?"

you were terrifed, of course. every part of your body trembled with fear, terrified that you might be arrested and sent to jail. ironically, that would be a worse thing for your sister to wake up to than no present at all.

after around half an hour of waiting on your own, the door creaks open and the manager of the store walks in with a policeman by his side. now probably isn't the best time to say anything, and you hate youself for thinking this in such a grim situation, but the officer is quite handsome. he's toned around the arms, complemented by his fitted blue shirt which is rolled up to his elbows. his face was well-proportioned too, with a sharp jaw and thick brows that were knitted together. he had a very serious energy to him as he paced up the table you were sat at with his arms folded, glaring down at you in an intimidating manner.

"i'd like a moment alone with the suspect." he states, piercing eyes not averting from you for even a moment as he spoke. the manager who entered the room with him nods and hurriedly exits, closing the door behind.

now, it was only the two of you. he stares at you in silence for a bit longer, before he heaves and pulls out the chair at the other end of the table, and takes a seat across from you. "i'm officer sawamura. do you mind telling me your name?"

you reply under your breath without meeting his gaze, your words scrambling together in a hushed blur.

"you're going to have to speak up, sweetheart."

"(y/n) (l/n)."

"right." he hums, clicking his tongue. you watch in fear as he pulls out a notepad from his front pocket and begins scribbling things down. he picked up on your worry, and reassures you, "don't mind me. it's just procedural stuff."

your lips are pressed together in a thin line, as you faintly nod.

"so, (y/n), why were you brought back here today?" he asks plainly.

your throat runs dry. none of this feels quite real to you , and you don't know what to say. the last thing you'd want is to unknowingly admit guilt to police officer and get sent to jail immediately. however, if you continue to lie you might end up snow-balling yourself into much more bother than you were in initially. your next words were so vital, it was difficult for you to comprehend the magnitude of impact they may have on the rest of your life. so, naturally, you were wordless.

detecting your hesitancy, daichi looks at you, with a much more friendly and compassionate demeanour, "look, i know you're scared but if you're honest with me, things will be so much easier. i'm not here to convict you or get you in trouble. i don't think a girl like you has any malice in her heart, so i'm going to try and get you out if this, but i can't do that if you don't talk to me."

a part of you suspected that he gave this spiel to every thief he investigated, yet it somehow still worked on you. why did you feel like you could trust him all of a sudden? his kind words helped you gulp down the ball of anxiety lodged in your throat and croak quietly, "i stole a lego set."

he nodded along as you spoke, encouraging you to continue, "okay," he commented, while writing in his notepad, "why?"

"i wanted to get my sister a gift for christmas."

"that's kind." he replies sincerely, "could you not afford to purcahse it?"

"no." your eyes were glued to the table, brimming with fiery tears, threatening to spill over your cheeks at any moment.

"hey, look at me." he outstretches forward and taps the table were your eyes are locked to, causing your gaze to follow his arm up and towards his face, "again, i'm not going to get you in trouble, so don't cry."

"i'm sorry.." you feebly sob, covering your quivering lips with your hands.

he frowns at how dismayed you are; anyone with half a heart could see how desperate you are, so he was tempted to let you off the hook there and then. but he knew he had to stay with you for a bit longer to make it seem like a thorough investigation, "i have kids so i understand the feeling of wanting to buy them the world and not being able to. but stealing is still a crime, and imagine how disappointed your sister would be to hear you've been arrested."

you sob loudly into your hands, and daichi's eyes widen. he quickly splutters out defensively, "not that i'm saying i'm going to arrest you! i'm not. but if you keep stealing, it could happen to you one day."

with your face buried into your palms, he lets you cry it out for a while. once your wails gradually begin to decrease in volume and your sobs falter, he gently asks, "so, are you going to keep stealing, sweetie?"

you blink your big, watery eyes as him, finally meeting his gaze to snivel out your answer as definitively as possible, "no, i won't ever again. i promise."

"well, that's all i wanted to hear." he coos, shooting you a soft look beofre flipping his notebook closed and slipping it back into his pocket, along with the pen, "no other crimes either?"

"nuh-uh." you shake your head, wiping your damp cheeks with your sleeve.

"good." he chuckles, hauling himself up from his chair and slowly walking over to yours to offer you a hand, "better be on your best behaviour. pretty girls like you don't fare well in jail."

carefully, you place your trembling hand in his big one, and he helps you to your feet then leads you to the door. "i will be." you agreed with the earlier part of his statement.

he pushes the door open to allow you back into the main area of the supermarket, but not even a few seconds pass before the manager and other staff members are rushing up to the pair of you, asking for intimate details of the conversation and the verdict.

to your shock, officer sawamura aggressively grabs your arms and yanks them both behind your back to restrain you, and you weakly yelp in response, unable to even attempt to resist. he tells the small crowd of people, "clear a path. make way. dangerous criminal coming through."

that seemed to suffice as an answer for everyone, including the manager, and they quickly move aside to allow officer sawamura to drag you out of the supermarket. you trudge along with your head hung in shame, heart pounding in your chest and unable to muster up the strength to cry anymore. you just let the tears pour from your eyes silently, feeling completely defeated and decieved. you shouldn't never trusted a cop.

he walked you quite a distance away from the supermarket, to the very back of the car park. he gave a quick glance around before letting go of your arms.

you turn around to face him in shock, and he simply tilts his head, "what? did you actually think i was going to arrest you over some lego?" he laughs to him heartily, while you just stare at him dumbfounded, "fill out all that paperwork on christmas eve? no thanks." he rolls his eyes at the thought, then gently nudges your arm, "you can get lost, kid."

you blink at him. everything was happening so fast that you were struggling to process if this was just another ploy. reluctantly, you took a step back from him. then another. followed by another. next thing you knew, you had pivoted on your heels and were dashing away from him at full speed.

though you can still hear his voice call out to you, "be good, (y/n), or don't!"

despite his mature face and faint lines, in your eyes, kaminari has aged like fine wine and he still makes various parts of you throb every time you watch him perform. thus, during his concert, you were cheering and screaming his name against the barricade like you were in dire need of an excorism. perhaps you were the only die-hard fangirl left, but so be it, you wanted that man to know how hot he was.

it was a cramped space so you were frequent;y being bumped and jostled amogst the busy crowd, but it's nothing you weren't used to. you simply allowed yourself to get lost in the blaring music, while your eyes were fixed to kaminari who stood in the centre of the stage, singing his heart out — vocals somehow better than before.

the concert was more amazing than you could've ever imagined, and you were enjoying yourself so much that it felt like the event drew close much sooner than it should've. next thing you know, you open your eyes to everyone cheering and applauding the band, while they take their wave and say their final goodbyes to the crowd.

and you don't know what overcame you in that moment. perhaps it was the adrenaline from the intense music and dancing, or maybe it was just the alcohol in your system from pre-game. but seeing the members, kaminari in particular, gazing over the front row were you were standing, prompted you to reckless pull down the neck of your thin white tank top to expose your tits, as you scream, "sign me , denki!"

his eyes widen at the lewd display, shocked at first. but it doesn't take long before his true nature takes over and a dashing smirk crosses his lips. you're heart is pounding in your chest so loudly that you can't hear what he is saying, but you know he mouthed something at you specifically and motioned for you to 'wait a second'. however, after that he just continued to thank and blow kisses to the audience, before skipping off stage with the rest of the band.

you were left confused and dishevelled for ages, leaning up against the barricade in attempt to catch your breath as secuirty slowly began to filter people out of the concert hall. meanwhile, you stayed put, silently replaying the moment in your head over and over again. what was it that he said to you? his mouth was moving but you only caught the last part, when he was speaking in tendem while holding a figure up, and you are almost certain he said told you to 'wait a second'. but how long did he mean by a second? and more importantly, what was supposed to happen after that time?

eventually, around fifteen minutes after the show had ended, it was time for the people on the floor to exit the concert hall too. security surrounded everyone, rounding everyone up and strictly telling them where to go. not wanting to get yelled at, you promptly straighten yourself up and begin to trudge towards the exit with everyone else.

however, just as you are walking away from the barricade, you feel a big hand grab you roughly on the shoulder and spin you around. you gasp at the mean touch, and your heart sink to your ass when you turn around and see a tall, male in a security uniform, with his arms crossed over his chest. "come with me." he demands, gesturing for you to come through the barricade.

you blink. giving a rather plain expression while your mind ran at a hundred miles an hour. who was this guy? why was he telling you to go somewhere with him? was he even a real member of staff or was he just pretending in order to kidnap or something? what if he was actually security? does that mean you are in trouble? does it have to do with the fact you flashed the lead singer of chargebolt? are you getting arrested for public indecency?!

this thoughts run rampant in your mind, but on the surface, you silently duck under the barricade and follow the guy as he lead you backstage.

it was quite dark and surprisingly conjested, with other members of staff rushing around frantically, which put your worries at ease about this man being a kidnapper, because only a dumbass would try to nab you in front of all these witnesses. however, eliminating that theory only heightened your concern about being arrested.

eventually, after weaving through a maze-like interior for around ten minutes, the man finally halts in front of a plain black door. it's almost camoflaged with the black walls; you probably wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't stopped you directly in front of it. he knocks on it and soon, it creaks open, and you instinctually wince as it does so, afraid to lay your sights upon the police officer that stood on the other side.

but shockingly, when you widen your eyes, you see that standing the doorway is denki kaminari, the lead singer of chargebolt and the man you had flashed not too long ago.

the wind is knocked out of your lung and you immediately feel light-headed, as your brain was struggling to differetiate reality from your imagination — despite the fact your eyes were saying that he was right in front of you, everything else about this situation felt so surreal.

he was still dressed in the same clothes he wore on stage, a black jacket with silver embellishments over a white shirt, with matching black trousers. strands of his yellow hair were matted to his forehead, since he clearly exerted himself a lot during the show. regardless, he was so dreamy to you, and it was his charming smile that would set your heart ablaze.

when denki realises who has been delivered to his door, he nods to the security guard then faces you with a bright smile, " 'sign-me' girl!" he exclaims.

dizzily stumbling in place, you croak out, "y— yeah?"

"how are you?" he asks casually, and out of reflex you are able to respond, "good. how about you?"

"great. a bit tired from that show. it's been a while since we've performed like that, y'know?" he jokes with you, though it doesn't take a genius to see how star-struck you are, so it doesn't surprise him when you don't respond right away, so he just continues, "want to come in and i can get you that autograph?"

you nod, mutely. the security guards walk away while you are welcomed into the room by kaminari. you lurch inside, hyperaware of every step as you do so. you enter a room that appeared to be a lounge or a practise room: there were various musical intruments set up, such as a drum set and an electric guitar connected to an amp which was propped up against the wall. there was a sleek black centre table between the couch and a huge flat-screen tv, complete with hefty surround-sound equitment. the couch was an off-black, leather four-seater which stretched the length of the wall. there were also LEDs and posters decorating the wall, which gave the room a very casual feel — that and the lingering aroma of weed.

"go ahead, take a seat. make yourself comfortable." he motioned for you to take a seat on the couch, and without the vocal ability to protest, you comply and carefully sit yourself down at the very edge. while he sits on the table across from you, "so, what's your name, 'sign-me' girl?"

"(y/n) (l/n)."

"cute name." he says, then quirks a brow, "and did you enjoy the show?"

you nod.

"great. there was a lot of pressure tonight since this was our first performance in years. i didn't want it to be disappointing compared to our old shows. but i'm glad to hear you liked it." he muses, leaning back on the table and stablising himself with his hands, "have you been a fan for a while?"

you nod.

"did you go to any of our old shows?"

you shake your head.

"why not?" he tilts his head, curiously.

"i was too young." you murmur, too nervous to meet his eyes when as you speak, which he finds incredibly sweet.

"thought as much." he chuckles, rummaging through the pocket of his jacket to grab a sharpie, then he pulls off the cap with his teeth and tosses it aside, saying, "so let's give you an autograph to celebrate your first chargebolt concert."

"thank you." then, without giving it much though at all, you pull down the collar of your tank top to free your tits, pushing them together in the process. it was chilly enough in the room that you erect nipples were straining against the fabric, so at least now they were bare.

meanwhile, kaminari simply watches, aghast. his eyes are wide but there is no other visual display of shock on his face, yet he never expected to get your tits out again. he was under the impression that you flashed him the first time in order to get his attention, so you could get him so sign a piece of memorabilia, or even just a piece of paper or a phone case. he didn't anticipate that you would be so dead-set on having him sign your chest, not that he was complaining, it was a lovely sight to behold but still.

you, on the other hand, thought the whole reason he had brought you backstage was to see your tits. plus, it's not like you had any other merchandise on your person for him to sign anyway.

now it was his turn to gape at you, utterly dumbfounded. it took him a moment before he was able to collect himself and gulp down his concern. "right.." he croaked, slowly leaning in to, hesitantly pressing the tip of the sharipe right above your left areola.

he wasn't shy, per se. he's signed plenty of breasts in his time as a rockstar — male and female — but he was certainly reluctant as it's been a while since he's engaged in such rauchy and lewd activities. but the sight of you pulling down your top in front of him was almost nostalgic, a sight for sore eyes, and they imbued him with the confidence and vigour of the younger version of himself.

thus, with one swift motion, he scribbled his messy signature across your bare tits, cradling one in his hand once he was done, while staring at your chest and admiring his work. "there we go. what do you think?"

your perked up at the feeling of his hand cupping your breast, though you didn't anticipate such an intimate touch, it was something you could quite easily grow fond of, since his hand on your body just felt so right for some reason. "i like it. thank you."

he nods, eyes still glued to your boobs, he muses, "i'll call in the rest of the band and they can sign these pretty things too." he opens his mouth wide as though he was about to call their names and he watches with amusement as your face drops into a look of dismay, which is when he stops and instead of yelling, he bursts out laughing, "don't worry, i won't. these are for my eyes only, sign-me girl." he utters hoarsely, idly massaging one in his hand, allowing his finger to gently graze your pointed nipple, sending a shudder down your spine.

"plus, i wrote my name too big. there's not enough space for theirs." he runs his hands over your chest, emphasising how his signature took up the whole width of the canvas, "they'd need to sign somewhere else." he teases, playfully quirking a brow as he does so.

the blood rushes to your face at his suggestive comment, and in another moment fuelled by adrenaline and alcohol, you mutter, "could you sign me somewhere else, please?

"good." you chirp, slipping your laptop and pens neatly into your backpack, "we're working on geometry right now. they both seem to understand area, so we will work on volume next week."

bokuto has no clue what any of those words mean — he may have if you asked him 20 years ago, but not anymore — he's just glad to hear that his children aren't struggling. "volume, already?! woah, i've got a pair of little genius' in my house!" he joked, crossing his arms over his chest and walking towards the window, "that's all thanks to you, though. i'll tell them to mention you in their speeches when they accept the noble prize."

you laughed with him, and there is a little flutter in your stomach as passes you, and you not only catch the lingering scent of his fresh cologne, but you also get a peek of his muscular back — you were aware that he was a retired volleyball player, but it still astounded you how he was able to remain in such an impressive shape. it was so tempting; all you could think about when he was in the room was how much you'd like to be squished between his biceps.

while he talks away, he peers out the window that overlooks the driveway, and frowns. one of the cons of owning such a large house is that it comes with an equally massive driveway, which you always insist to park at the bottom of because you don't want to 'intrude on their space', even though bokuto has assured you several times that you're welcome to park where ever you like and parking closer would surely be more convenient for you. however, he's unaware that the real reason you continue parking so far away from the house is that you don't want to park near the rest of his expensive cars and risk damaging one of them, but you keep this secret to yourself as you don't want him to think you're an incompetent driver.

anyway, during the two hour session you had just completed with his children, it has been raining, and although it had ceased by now, the cold weather in tandem with the damp ground has rendered his entire driveway an icy slipping-hazard! to get to one of his cars could be feasible, but your car was quite a distance away, which would be a very perilous journey.

"the ground outside looks so icy.." he muses, and you shuffle up behind him, peering out the window over his shoulder.

"yeah.." you mumble, staring worriedly down at your uggs had barely any grip on the sole, indicating that you had a better chance at successfully ice-skating back to your car than walking. of course, you didn't want to complain in front of bokuto, so you said, "i'll be fine. a little fall never hurt anyone."

you make the comment with a tinge of amusement and banter in your voice, but bokuto just stares at you in horror, until he refutes with, "you could get really hurt, (y/n) and we don't want that." his parenting instincts kick-in as he explains to you the potential danger and gravity of the situation. as he does so, he guides you to the foyer, where there is a rack of shoes, and he picks up a thick pair of boots on the top shelf, "i bought these ice shoes online. they are supposed to stop you from slipping on the ice."

you nod, about to open your mouth to say 'thank you', but you catch yourself just in time, as — instead of handing them to you, like you expected — bokuto hastily straps the shoes on himself. shocked by this decision, you stagger, "oh, so are you going to walk out to my car and drive it closer?"

you stumble out the first possible idea that comes to your mind, even though it wasn't especially well thought-out. bokuto scoffs as he continues to properly fasten the ice boots, "if i did that, your car would slip and slide all over the place, no?" he asks, and though it may have sounded like a rheatorical question, bokuto was genuinely asking if he corrected predicted the outcome of that situation, which he did.

you furrow your brows, perplexed as to what course of action he planned on taking, so you finally ask, "how am i going to make it to my car if you are the one wearing the non-slip boots? shouldn't i put them on?"

he shakes his head, standing up straight and stomping each foot to ensure that he equipped the boots thoroughly, and he smiles as they remain secured to his feet. "i'll carry you!" he states merrily, like it was no big deal.

meanwhile, all the air was knocked out of your lungs at the mere thought of him carrying you. he must've quickly noticed you becoming light-headed and dissociating, as he inquires, "uh, (y/n), are you okay?"

you gulp down the lump in your throat , and it leaves a harsh sting of anxiety in its wake. "i'm fine, it's just i th—"

"okay, cool. let's go!" bokuto cheers before you are able to finish your statement, and in one swift movement, he scoops you up in his arms and effortless thrusts you straight over his shoulder, so your legs are dangling by his front and your upper body was against his back.

however, not only was this position causing all the blood to rush to your head, but also you were bend over while in a skirt which you could feel had rode up slightly, while bokuto's arm securely wrapped over your thigh, preventing you from pulling it down. so, before bokuto could possibly step outside and accidently expose you to his neighbours, you roughly squirmed in his grasp and protested, "bokuto! skirt!"

that was all you were able to manage while vigoursly wrestling out of his grasp, but thankfully that was enough to convey the message to bokuto, and he swiftly changed your orientation, so one of his arms was now hooked under your shoulders and the other beneath your knees — carrying you bridal style. he flashed you an awkward smile, and croaked, "my bad!"

"it's fine.." you mutter, subtly adjusting your skirt to protect your modesty.

"ready to go?" he asks, giving your shoulders a slight squeeze for emphasis.

"i guess so."

he nods. even with you in his arms, he is still able to extend his arms forward and pull the door open, and shut it behind him. then, slowly but surely, he begins to make his way down to your car. slowly but surely, one step at a time, making sure every movement is precise and calculated, without any rush.

your heart was beating a hole in your chest. you still couldn't fully process the fact you were being carried like a princess to your car by the dad of the kids you tutor. truthfully, you've always had quite a thing for the older bachelor, and you suspected he had similar feelings towards you, but considering the age difference, you always assumed that your relationship would never exceed mild flirtatious comment and chatter.

yet here you were; tucked safely in his strong arms as he carries you like a precious, weightless artifact down his driveway.

bokuto must've misread the excitment on your face for fear, as he chuckles, "you look so scared, (y/n). think i'm gonna trip or something?" he gazes down at you with his cheerful, honey eyes. when you reciprocate his comment with only a terrified look, he continues, "don't be. i won't let anything bad happen to you." and what made you're heart melt for him is that you could tell he was being sincere; with every slow, laboured movement, and the way his eyes were glued to the path in front him, you could tell he was diligently trying to keep you safe.

you still didn't respond, and the journey wasn't getting any quicker, so he attempts to make casual conversation, "this reminds me of my second wedding."

"second?" you ask in shock, under the impression he had only been married once.

"yeah, second wedding." he muses, recollecting of the events of the night, "she wanted me to carry her down the aisle to the carriage that was going to take us to the hotel, but we got married in the alps on a very snowy day, so that took a while."

"oh." you hum, entertained by his story but discontented that he didn't mention anything about the fact he had been married a second time, "did you book your wedding on a snowy day on purpose?"

"no, but it was fun anyway."

"that's good." you mumble, and since it was your turn to make idle coversation, you ask, "do think you'll have your third wedding while it's snowing too?"

he furrows his brows together in concentration, and recollects, "hm, no. my third wedding was on the beach."

was?! surely you must've misheard him, or maybe he just mispoke. there was no way he had been married three times. you wrack your brain for a way to ask for clairfication without seeming too overt or nosey, eventually staggering out, "so, where will your fourth wedding be?"

he blinks, then responds, "i don't know. but i know it will be my last one, and i'll have the most beautiful bride." his eyes momentarily avert from the icey pavement in front of him, only so he can meet your longing gaze. the moment is fleeting, before he returns to carefully trudging over the ice, but it fills you with an immense warm and comfort. something about resting in bokuto's arms and him looking at you with such a sweet glint in his eye was so wholesome, and it made you want to stay in this exact position forever.

therefore, you were almost disappointed when he finally reached the car, "we're here." he states gleefully, shooting you a playful wink as he says, "told you i'd get you here safe and sound, didn't i?" then, with great care, he slowly lowers your legs to the ground and gently places you down, keep a hold of your waist in case you fall over while finding your balance.

your hand finds it way to his bicep as you stable yourself, and you say, "thank you so much; you really didn't have to do all that for me."

"of course i did. i wasn't going to let you get hurt in my driveway." he shakes his head definitively, "it's not like it was hard, anyway. i might start carrying you into the house as well. would ya like that?"

he teases, and he can tell your answer from the way you tense up in hands.

and you recklessly sent image after image after image, not thinking much of it. you assumed that his phone would be on silent during office hours, then he would be in for a little treat when he clocked out, but you couldn't have been more wrong.

you realise your mistake when your husband comes storming in to the house. while leaning against the bannister of the staircase in the foyer, you attempt to welcome him home in a seductive manner — dressed in a see-through gossamer negligee — but he is entirely dismissive of you; focussed on the removal of his jacket and neatly hanging it up on the coat rack, not paying your lewd antics any mind.

once he has completed all his routine duties upon entering the house — such as taking off his shoes and placing his work bag aside — the air in the room turns cold as his piercing stare finally lands upon your scantily clad form.

he storms towards you with an unwaveringly cruel glint in his eye, and before you have a moment to react, he scoops you up in his arm and hauls you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

"kunikida! what're you doing?" you yelp, not bothering to struggle against his strong grasp. he's quite strong so he is able to pick you up with a single arm, carrying you under his arm and hauling you to the bedroom in a similar fashion to the way a farmer would carry a chicken.

"what are you doing, is the better question." he corrects sternly, in the displeased and aggravated tone that you know all too well, "sending me all those lewd photographs while you knew i was at work."

clearly you have sent him on a tirade, so once you finally arrive at the bedroom and he carelessly throws you onto the bed, you know better than to argue and simply listen, innocently gazing up at him through your lashes to hopefully soften the blow.

"i see you are messaging me so i open my phone — thinking it was an emergency — but no, your entire nude body is now covering my screen! you're lucky i was in my office, what if i was in a meeting and other people saw that?" he huffs, pacing back and forth across the length of the bedroom, yelling out into the emptiness of the room opposed to directly at you. though he would shoot you the occassional pointed glare. "not only that, but know that i've seen the images, i have to conceal my, uh, feelings towards them. i couldn't get up out of my office chair for half an hour, (y/n)!"

you fail to quell a snicker at the thought of kunikida being chair-bound due to a boner, which causes him to halt in his tracks and stare at you with a dumbfounded expression. "is this funny to you?" he asks, deadpan.

before you can even open your mouth to croak out a response, kunikida hastily approaches you on the bed, harshly grabbing at your thigh, "because it's not. you should know better than to send me such depraved images during work hours, but you clearly you need a reminder." he tells you through gritted teeth. then, he uses his grip on your thigh to flip you over, so you are lay on your stomach, and pull you down so you are bent over the edge of bed; with your stomach flat against the sheets and your legs hanging off the side.

he runs his big hand over the flesh off your ass, which is stuck out all pretty for him and is partially veiled under the gossamer of your negligee, but mostly on display, especially once kunikida has pushed the fabric aside as he caressed your ass.

his fingers then begin to explore between your folds, barely inhibited by the embarrassingly thin string of your thong. the rough pads of his fingers rub lazy circles over your soaked labia and clit. "so wet already.." a precise balance of fast and slow to make you squirm yet desperate for more stimulation, which he would happily deny as he pull his hand away from your cunt, licking his fingers clean.

"when did you become such a slut?" he spits, his palm making firm with your ass he does so. the loud 'slap' noise resonating throughout the room, shortly followed by your incoherent whimpers and sobs that you feebly try to choke back.

"please.." you whine, knuckles paling as you grip the cotton covers, "i won't do it again."

"yes, you will." he says defnitively, "because you're just a little attention whore." his sentence is puntuated with another hard slap on the ass, provoking a guttural gasp from you as a reaction to the painful impact.

"you'll do anything for me to play with this needy pussy, huh?" he asks while using the heel of his hand to carelessly rub your folds for a moment, then immediately slap your cunt afterwards, sending electric jolts of pleasure and pain up your spine and through your stomach.

"so here is all the attention you so desperately need." another spank hits your ass; the sting causes you to wince and moan in response.

"that feel good, princess?" he asks, mostly sardonically, his relentless hand spanking your ass repeatedly, each time more brutual than the last, surely searing a burning handprint into your skin. it hurt more each time, hinted at by your quiet whimpers and mewls. but also your pussy would spit out more arousal with each intense impact, which gave mixed signals.

you had lost count of the amount of spanks before he eventually paused, stroking your aching cheeks as he idled, "i asked you a question."

previously you were unable to answer the question because you were preoccupied with choking out faint pleas and cries, but now that he has halted his ruthless attack on your ass, you are able to stutter, "it felt good, sweetie." your face is consumed by the heat of the covers which you bury yourself into.

"good.." he muses, continuing to gently caress your sore skin, "you know i only do this because i care. so much. i could never ignore a message that you send me; i worry far too much about you to do that, so i have to view it. and if i open it in front of my co-workers, i would hate it if they saw something meant for my eyes only. understand, sweetheart?"

"mhm.." you hum. pleased with the kind and relaxed way he was speaking to you, but his change in tone was so sudden that it could've gave you whiplash. not that you were complaining.

"i enjoyed the photos. you are so gorgeous, (y/n). don't stop taking them." he softly squeezes the fat of your thigh and asks, "does it hurt badly?"

"kinda." you reply timidly.

he bends over and plants a kiss your ass, peppering them over your warm skin before straightening himself. "i'll be gentler next time." his hand wanders from your ass, down between your thighs to carefully poke at your clit, "now, let's take care of my needy girl.."

"no, sir." you shake your head, looking down at him from the top of the chair. "sorry, i didn't mean to stare. it's just that i think i recognise you.. you're a pro volleyball player, right?"

his brows knit together, forming a skeptical expression, "former volleyball player, yeah." he was unsure at whether you were just trying to toy with him, but his lips couldn't help but pull into a slight smirk, not only at the fact he was recognised as an athlete, but at how you are the one who acknowledged him.

meanwhile, your eyes light up and a bright smile spreads across your face as your theory is confirmed and you realise it's really him. and though you were a bit far, from what you could see, he looked even better than you remembered. he stood at the bottom of your chair, clad in a pair of red swimming trunks, with a towel tucked under his arm. he was shirtless, which revealed his toned phyisque, only accentuated by the droplets of water clinging to his biceps, giving him an alluring sheen.

"mhm, i remember you were in the russian volleyball league. i used to be a massive fan." your legs sway with excitement in your chair, which made yaku truly suspicious of whether you were just putting on an act to flatter him or if you genuinely are just so damn cute.

"used to be?" he quirks an eyebrow, shifting his weight on to one leg.

"well, after their amazing libero left, i wasn't so interested anymore." you say with a hum of laughter.

"are you working for tips or something?" he asks, only half-jokingly.

and you heartily chuckle in response, brushing off his comment as though it was complete nonsense, "tips as a lifeguard? i wish."

"what else do you want from me, then? if not money." he insists, light-heartedly. perhaps you weren't just trying to appeal to him for a tip; he developed a tendacy to doubt his own success and impact since his retirement and retreat from the limelight, so there was a chance that you really were a fan of his work at the russian volleyball super league. still, you decided to tease you.

and you played along with the joke by pursing your lips and tapping them with your index finger, humming and pretending to think hard before asking, "could i maybe get an autograph, please?"

yaku's eyes widened, but quickly masked his surprise with a veil of confidence as he gestures for you to come down from your lifeguard chair, "how could i say no to such a well-mannered girl?"

you titter to yourself, until you realise he is being serious. then, with a loud gasp, you swiftly push yourself off your chair and climb down, gracefully landing on the edge of the pool and rushing over to yaku's side. you clasp your hands together in front of him and with starry eyes, you ask, "really?"

"yeah." he nods, crossing his buff arms over his chest, "do you have a pen?"

you pat around in your pockets and managed to find a black sharpie in one of them, so you hand it to him, "could you sign the back of my hand, please?"

he tilts his head, somewhat bemused, and he questions, "are you sure you want me to write on your skin?" he gently takes your hand in his much bigger and damper one, grazing your soft skin with his thumb, "i can do it if you're really sure. it's just i have two kids so trust me, i know how hard it can be to wash sharpie off skin."

you blink, your cheeks growing hotter with each passing second with how delicately he was holding your hand in own. "uh, you're right." you stagger, not wanting to disagree with him, "could you do my phone case instead?"

"sure." he shoots you a warm smile.

with a massive grin plastered on your face, you scamper oover the wet tiles to pull out your phone from your bag which was laying nearby, at the foot of the lifeguard chair. once you got it, you dash back over and hand it to yaku, who scribbles his signature over the back in one swift motion.

when you hands it back, you cling to it happily, and chirp, "thank you so much, sir! this means a lot to me; you were always my favourite volleyball player. you're kids are so lucky to have such a talented father to teach them how to play." until now you were able to contain your incessant fangirling, but now it seemed to come pouring out of you all at once.

not that yaku seemed to mind, in fact he was quite appreciative and thought your rambling made you even cuter. "thank you, sweetheart. but my kids aren't that interested in volleyball." his voice trails off as he speaks.

"that's a shame." you pout, tensing up at the shift in tone from upbeat to sombre. none the less, you try your best to sympathise with him, "i'm sure when they grow up they'll realise how lucky they are. plus, if they don't like volleyball, that means they will introduce you to a new sport that you can learn together!"

"right. my oldest is into swimming at the moment, which is why i am here."

"oh, are you going to teach them how to swim? that is so cute!" you place your hand over your heart, and swoon over how adorable that sentiment is.

yaku chuckles at your reaction, and assures you, "i'm trying, but i don't think i am good enough yet to teach."

"well, i actually happen to run swimming lessons here at the lesiure centre on tuesdays and wednesdays."

your innocent comment ignites something within yaku, and gives him an idea, "do you offer private lessons?"

your eyes widen. although you never originally intended to do private lessons, you found it hard to say no to him, "i could."

"perfect. let's start." he says with a wink, turning on his heels and diving into the water, catching you in the splash-zone in the process.

you nod, and without further questions, you delicately sit yourself down on his lap, with your legs perpendicular to his, so you lean back and not interfere with his view of the screen. you wrap one arm around his shoudlers so you can keep your balance while tilted back, and you used your other hand to gently tug his glasses off, and wipe them clean with the cottony fabric of your cardigan.

even without his glasses, his mean stare is still fixed on the laptop before him, and he continues to work diligently until you set his newly clean glasses back upon his nose. "thank you, (y/n)." he mutters.

"no problem." you hum, admiring your work for a moment before resting your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. the minty scent of his cologne is quite overpowering, but you relish in it. "are you almost done for today, boss?"

it was a silly question, you know. you could quite clearly see the stacks of paperwork he had yet to touch and could infer from his unwavering concentration that he wasn't nearing the end of his current project either. and you knew akaashi wasn't the type to leave so much until the next day.

"unfortunately not." he states plainly, freeing one hand from the keyboard in order to place it on the small of your back, tenderly caressing you with his thumb, "but don't let me stop you from going home. your shift is over."

you frown, moving away from his neck, to look at his face instead, "but i don't wanna leave without you. plus, you said we can go to your house today."

"you can still go to my house, and i'll meet you there later. the key is in the left pocket of my jacket." he briefly uses his hand that is on your back to point loosely to the coat-rack in the corner of the room, where his jacket hung.

"it's not the same without you, sir.." you whine quietly, slumping your bodyweight against his chest and gazing up at him longingly.

"what a sweet angel you are." he murmurs, as his hand slips from the lower region of your back, up your spine to cradle your neck and pull you in for a deep kiss. at first, you squeak in surprise and tense up, but you are quick to melt into the loving kiss, guided by akaashi's soft lips upon yours.

his eyes are screwed shut, until it is time to pull away, then they drag open to stare at you. the face of his lovely, kind assistant who will stop at nothing to please him. you've always been so diligent in your duties and so pretty while doing them; he is so lucky have found someone like you.

truthfully, he's never had the courage to ask you out because of the glaring age difference between the two of you, since that might not be something you're willing to look past. not that he minded all too much, he thoroughly enjoyed the wildly inappropriate and borderline perverted workplace relationship you shared — it was exhilarating and make him excited to come into work every morning. but now, with you in his lap and after exchanging such as intimate kiss, he realised the way you felt on his lips was just so right and he wanted nothing more than to make you his. and with the way you looked at him with those sappy, yearning eyes, it make him think he might have a chance.

once you come back to reality, you jerk your head to the side and huff, with your arms crossed over your chest, "so, i'm not leaving until you're done." you say in protest, as though you were standing up to him or being defiant, when he hasn't expressed any opposition to you staying with him. in fact, the tiny smile that dusted over his lips indicated that he would be glad to keep you.

"so be it." he shrugs in defeat, pretending like he was succumbing to your will. "you can sit here, angel, while i work." he caressed your back once more, pulling you in for a brief kiss before returning both his hands to his keyboard and continuing his duty.

meanwhile, you were able to sit and watch him for around five minutes before getting painfully bored. however, you weren't in need of mental stimulation — you have quite an active imagination and could curate plenty of entertainment within your own head — but rather, it was physical stimulation which you were desperate for. and you knew exactly what would satisfy you.

wordlessly, you shuffly on akaashi's lap and straighten out your legs, to allow you to swiftly tug off your lacey black panties, and cast it aside. akaashi observed this out of the corner of his eye and while he was fully able to process what was going on, he purposefully ignored what you were doing as he knew it would distract him from his task at hand. so although he tried to pay no mind to your suggestive actions, you could still feel him getting firm under your thighs.

once you had taken your own panties off, you idly work on unzipping his trousers and pulling free his stiff cock. you held it gently in your palm and maneuvered it towards your hole, so his tip was nudging your damp enterance. he was so big , hence you wanted to ensure you were sufficiently lubricated before you even attempted penetration. thankfully, you were already quite wet from just looking at his dick, thus you only had to drag his tip sloppily against your labia and clit for a minute or so before you were utterly soaked, dripping arousal onto his perfectly pressed grey trousers.

your eyes screw shut and your breath hitches as you begin to sink down on his length, swallowing every last inch until your ass landed upon his lap again. a string of hushed moans and profanities left your throat as you did so, sobbing for the strength to take him all and cursing whoever let him be so long. but eventually, you were able to cram him all into your tight pussy, with the aid of your immense wetness.

though, you were left with an extremely conjested feeling. his entire cock was enough to saturate and fill your entire insides, leaving no space left untouched. you couldn't even breathe or move slightly without the risk of his grith rubbing against a particularly sensitive section of your walls.

it was a strange sensation but gradually it became less intense, as long as you remained very still. you had adjusted your position so you were stradling his lap, but you kept your head tucked to the side, so he could still get a clear view of his laptop.

"good girl. you're so tight.." he groaned lowly into your ear, hot breath tickling your skin, "but keep still. i need to concentrate."

instead of riding, you were able to get all the stimulation you need from simply cockwarming your boss, which kept you contented for as long as it took him to finish up his work.

he shrugs, letting out a refreshed 'ah' once the drink parts from his lips, "sorry, doll. just add it to my tab."

"right." you murmur, having to prepare another beer to replace the one toji just drank. once you're done, you slide it down to the men at the other side of the bar who were waiting for them, quietly apologising for the wait.

returning to where you originally stood, before you could even begin to start serving other customers, toji grabs your attention again, saying, "think it's time to close out."

you nod, approaching the register in order to calculate his total. once you are done, you return to toji with an itemised bill and discreetly slide it to him, as he reaches into his pocket to get his wallet. "that'll be ¥20,000." you state.

"twenty-thousand?" he repeats, eye-brows raised.

at his reaction, all you can do is let out a deep, frustrated sigh. "not this again, toji." you say through gritted teeth. "i really don't have the time to argue tonight. we're too busy."

"i'm not going to argue you with you, but i didn't order some of these." he furrows his brows together, picking up his bill and scanning over it. then, he turns it to you and points to a drink listed on the receipt, "four long islands? i didn't buy that shit."

"yes, you did. you bought them for the group of girls that were sitting over there a couple hours ago." you gesture to a nearby table, that was currently occupied by an old couple, but toji follows your gaze and upon seeing the table, the fuzzy memory must've painfully returned to him.

his lips pull into a slight frown and his scrunity hastily falls back on the lengthy bill, "what about this, huh? eighteen ciders?"

"after you won a round of poker, you bought the entire bar a round of drinks." you prop your elbows on the bar and lean in close to toji, as you want to save him the embarrassment of other customers overhearing this unpleasant conversation. however, you quickly realised how pointless this is as his narrow stare shameless drops to your tits, accentuated by your fitted black uniform shirt.

with a huff, you hurriedly cover your chest with your arms, and tilt your head at him, prompting him to respond with a groan, "fine. maybe it's right, but i can't afford this. i don't have the money on me."

he opens up his wallet to demonstrate that he only has a couple of thousand yen notes left, presumably having gambled away everything else. "so, what do you want me t' do? leave my shirt as collateral?" he looks up at your with a sultry smirk, and although it makes your stomach stir with excitement, you attempt to conceal your desire with a scoff.

"why did you only leave yourself that much?" you spit, pointing to the feeble amount left in his wallet, "in what world would that be enough to pay off your tab?"

"guess i lost track of the amount, kid." he shrugs, lazily resting his chin on his knuckles, "it happens. you still love me, though, don't ya?" he teases, and you hate the effect his effortlessly charming demeanour has on you, especially in tandem with the immesne the stress and worry you were experiencing simultaneously.

"toji! be serious. the manager won't be happy if you leave a twenty-thousand yen bill unpaid. he'll probably ban you from the casino."

he rolls his eyes, shaking his head while slipping his wallet away, "he's cool. he'll let me pay it back later."

"he let you do that last time because you owed 2,000. it's obviously going to be different this time."

"technically, i'd only owe 16,000 if you took the 2,000 in my wallet, and my shirt." he comments nonchalantly, and chuckles lowly when he notices how frustrated his uncaring attitude is making you. "sorry, doll.. but what can i do?"

he says, and you exhale slowly out of your nose, glancing frantically around the room and you wracked your brain for a possible solution. meanwhile, toji pupils flickered as one immediately occured to him, as he idled with the thin paper receipt between his fingers, "i wouldn't have to pay this bill if it didn't exist, would i?"

your face contorts into an expression that lies somewhere between bafflement and pure disgust, "what does that even mean?"

"isn't there something you can do, y'know, in the system, to cancel the payment?" he tries to explain, equally as confused as you are, "like refund the money so it, uh, cancels out. huh?"

you bury your face in your hands and groan, able to understand what he is suggesting, and unfortunately, it is possible. "i guess i could cancel the purchase and say you never received it, but i could get fired if management finds out. especially on such a massive tab."

toji nods slowly, "right. well, i couldn't expect you to put your job on the line for me." amidst the awkward silence befell the two of you, you blankly stare at toji, while he takes a final chug if his beer. there is a soft clink as he placed the glass down on the smooth countertop.

he glances idly between you and the shiny ring of water that formed undernearth, and he muses, "well, if this is going to be my last time seeing you.."

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his big hands cradle your thighs, holding them securely over his hips while your back is pressed flush against the cold, tilted walls of the staff bathroom.

you bite your bottom lip harshly, choking back shriek-like moans as toji repeatedly rams his cock into your sopping cunt. he always assured you that he could make you scream if you gave him a chance, but you didn't quite believe, until the proof was splitting you in half with each powerful thrust.

with a sly smirk tugging at his lips, he leans into the crook of your neck, scattering shallow kisses up the slant of your jaw, whispering hoarsely, "louder, doll. i wanna hear you."

"mmph.." you groan, digging your nails into his broad shoulders, as your back longingly arched into him, urging his tip to push deeper inside you, crashing against the soft enterance of your cervix and causing you to go light-headed. "ca— can't." you stagger out, unable to express yourself fully as each time he roughly rams into your tight hole, he knocks the thoughts right out of your head.

"you can. i know you can." he reassures you, gliding his calloused hand against your soft skin, from your waist to behind your thigh, fondling your ass and prodding at your hole, "it's loud out there, no one 'll hear you. promise." your can feel him smile against the shell of yoru ear, before he begins to nip at your neck, gradually increasing his intensity until he was suckling on the skin, which would surely leave a deep mark.

you whine, rocking your hips weakly against his, desperate from more stimulation, even when he was laying it into you so fervently already that you were teetering on an orgasm. however, your throbbing pussy just yearned for more; you wanted to gobble up every last inch of him, until his tip was buried inside you properly, and hitting the hollow spot within you that made your toes curl.

"t— toji, i'm— ngh!" you splutter. while his expert cock is drilling into your pussy ferociously, causing faint splashing noises, he has the gall to slip his thick finger into your back hole too, fingering it slowly while watching in amusement as your face contorts with pleasure.

"like that, huh?" he rasps.

you don't even need to answer; your pornographic moans to all the talking for you. he heaves a deep breath, keeping a close eye on every slight twitch of your lips and flare of your nostrils. he kept going, fingering you while still pounding you from the front, balls deep into your homey cunt. but with each obscene squelch, he drew closer to his climax, so he warned, "feel s' good, baby. gunna cum in this tight pussy, yeah?" he pulls his finger out of your ass with a lewd 'pop', and uses his hand to punctuate his statement with slap on your pussy, followed by feverish rubbing of your clit.

though his question falls on deaf ears, as you are far too fucked out to even comprehend what he was saying; it was like your brain was rattling in your skull each time his fat cock would pierce into you. "mhm.." was all you were able to vocalise in response, tossing your head back and losing yourself in the euphoria that overcame you.

soon enough, you were rudely awakened from your hedonistic trance, as a hot, thick substance is released inside you, sticking to your walls and filling up your pussy to the brim. "toji!" you scream, body shaking against the tiled walls, with no regard for who may overhear.

at first, toji has his jaw clenched and keeps fucking you as he cums, but once he notices that it all comes dripping out with each sloppy thrust, he gradually ceases and pulls out, in favour of using his fingers to drag the cum that stained your folds back inside your pussy, and plug it up.

you wince at his harsh touch, and finally go limp over his body, while he still has your legs wrapped around him and your torso pinned up against the wall. you mewl into his shoulder, "that was so good.."

he slips his hands under your arms and pulls you off his shoulder, so he can look you in the eye, " 'm glad. but i hope you're not tired 'lready. i'm not done with you yet."

"you're not?" you mutter, and he just chuckles lowly.

"nah. still got that sweet ass to try, and that mouth of yours." he smiles, flicking your pouty lip slightly, "gunna be here a while."