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Motoya had a way of persuading Kiyoomi in a way no one else could. One moment she was protesting, the next she was following along with her cousin’s plans. Tonight, it was going to a “super fun lesbian bar” in Shinjuku. Kiyoomi famously avoided such areas in Tokyo: they were too loud, bright, and it meant she’d be stuck among a crowd for hours. However, nothing would stop Motoya from her idea.
“C’mon, Kiyoomi! It’s about time you got out there and met some pretty girls. Even if you don’t want to, you have to come be my wing woman.”
That’s how she found herself in Motoya’s bathroom at 9PM on a Friday night, curly hair pulled half back because it “showed off her lethal face card this way,” according to her cousin, a thin sheen of lip gloss, and her signature scowl in the mirror. She’d wiggled herself into one of Motoya’s short leather skirts with a sheer skin-tight top, which Motoya had insisted she borrow. The clothes were definitely too small, erring on the side of scandalously so – Motoya was much smaller. Somehow, they managed to tug both clothing items on. Kiyoomi yawned, giving Motoya a pointed glance.
“Can we just go already? I’m exhausted. I worked all day, unlike you.”
Motoya only grinned, raising her wide brows. “Eager are we, Kiyoomi? You look so pretty!” Kiyoomi’s scowl finally found her cousin in the mirror. “Okay, okay! Let’s go.” Motoya laughed, throwing her head back in a carefree manner that Kiyoomi had always admired to near jealousy. Soon enough, they were on a packed subway with what felt like a hundred other bar goers ready for a night out after yet another long week. Kiyoomi tightened the metal wire on the noise piece of her mask – which Motoya had offered to bedazzle to “spice it up” and was immediately rejected – and shuffled closer to Motoya. Motoya was busy sneaking sips of a shooter, but grinned up at her cousin. “Next stop is ours!”
Kiyoomi’s shoulders only slumped further as she was nearly shoved off the subway. Countless others exited along with them. Motoya linked their arms and all but dragged her through the streets. Kiyoomi followed along, keeping her head low to eye contact with any passersby. In a blur of bright lights and throngs of people, she was suddenly in line for the pink-lit bar and being asked for her ID. Motoya was waiting for her in the entrance, eyes alight with joy.
As she entered, Kiyoomi’s senses were overwhelmed. The air was thick with sweaty bodies, buzzing together to the bass of the pop music blaring from the speakers. Groups of people danced, talked, and laughed. Kiyoomi was small and isolated, frozen in the doorway.
“Come on! We’ve gotta go get a drink first.”
Motoya’s call over the music pulled her away from her thoughts about fleeing the scene. Motoya took her cousin’s hand and tugging her to the bar. While Motoya ordered them drinks, Kiyoomi used the moment to glance around again. The demographic seemed, appropriately, to be mostly women. Various flags and pendants hung from the walls accented by tufts of cotton to form dreamy clouds, backlit by changing colors of light.
An elbow dug into her side and Motoya was at her ear. “Shit. Oh my god, look, Kiyoomi. They’re so hot.”
“Staring is rude, you know.” Kiyoomi grumbled back. She took her drink and quickly closed her own tab. Meanwhile, Motoya was draining her drink through her straw and eyes ogling at someone off in the distance. “You’re going to get wasted if you keep drinking that fast.” She huffed.
Motoya only smiled in response, raising her drink. “Isn’t that the whole point? Here’s to us both hopefully getting laid tonight!” Kiyoomi wrinkled her nose but sipped her drink.
They shared a few moments of silence as they drank until a tall woman with chin-length, pin straight hair pushed her way through to the bar.
Without even looking earlier, Kiyoomi immediately knew that this was the person her cousin had been ogling earlier. She was nearly the same height as Kiyoomi, which was unusual. Being a tall woman was a blessing and a curse. She leaned her elbows on the bar. Her sharp golden eyes flicked quickly over Kiyoomi but returned to Motoya just as fast.
“Hey. You were staring at my girlfriend earlier.” She said smoothly. Kiyoomi’s brows raised – it was unlike Motoya to let her eyes wander to someone who was taken. She steeled herself for her cousin to be berated, punched, or something else for her wandering eyes.
Motoya was flushed pink and she set her drink down. “I’m so sorry! Don’t mind me. You’re both just so beautiful. I didn’t mean to disrespect either of you.” She bowed her head apologetically but the woman next to her grew a smirk.
She leaned in closer, a lion who’d caught her prey. “I didn’t say it was a problem. You wanna come say hi?” Motoya looked to Kiyoomi, a silent ask in her brow. Her expression was already giddy, but Kiyoomi knew she’d respect Kiyoomi’s answer.
“Whatever. Just go.” Kiyoomi sighed behind her mask.
Motoya beamed and threw an arm around her cousin, “Thank you thank you! I’ll be right back!”
Kiyoomi stated at the woman who now had her hand on the small of Motoya’s back. She turned her head, cat eyes narrowing. A slow smirk spread on her lips as she looked Kiyoomi up and down again. Kiyoomi frowned in response, brows scrunching and a scowl under her mask. The woman barked out a laugh and focused back on Motoya. How rude, Kiyoomi thought. She turned back to the bar, stirring her drink around with her straw restlessly. Everything felt like it was on fire all of a sudden. Eyes were still scrutinizing her from afar, boring into her back. The thumping bass, bright colors, and loud conversations were so much worse to bear without Motoya at her side. Her fingers gripped the glass with white knuckles. Minutes of stifled existence passed as she tried to ground herself.
Kiyoomi closed her eyes. Breathe in, breathe out, her mind kindly reminded. She counted to four, then seven, then eight. She breathed. Then, something touched her back. The glass dropped from her grasp and shattered.
“Shit, didn’t mean to spook ya.” A voice murmured from behind her. Kiyoomi spun to face her accoster but froze. The woman was, again, nearly as tall as her – certainly an anomaly. Why the hell were there so many tall lesbians tonight? Still, Kiyoomi had an inch or two on the blonde woman. She certainly had less tattoos and piercings up her ears. The woman’s nose was studded and her ears covered in cuffs and rings, small tattoos littering her exposed arms. They stretched forward to call over the bartender to clean the glass.
Kiyoomi’s heart sank into her stomach and her face burned. “Well, maybe next time you shouldn’t sneak up behind someone.”
She barked a hearty laugh and offered Kiyoomi a napkin for her damp hands. “Yeah, my bad, darlin’. Name’s Miya Atsumu. Just call me Atsumu, though. Can I buy ya a drink to make up for it?” Miya grinned as the flush rose higher on Kiyoomi’s cheeks, visible despite half of it being hidden by her mask. She tugged it higher up her nose for good measure in defiance.
“I’m not really into drinking. Plus, I’m keeping an eye out for my stupid cousin.” Kiyoomi sighed. She shifted from one foot to the next. Eye contact with Atsumu was too hard; noticing the fine details of her rugged beauty only made her more flustered. Staring at her feet was the safer, less mortifying option.
Atsumu grinned, leaning in closer. “Ah yeah, the one Sunarin caught? I think she’ll be off yer hands for the night. Thank the gods I’m here to keep ya company. Also, ya never told me yer name.”
“Sakusa Kiyoomi.” Kiyoomi mentally thumped her head against the wall. What was she doing, telling this woman her full name? She was clearly up to no good.
“Pretty. I shoulda expected it though, eh? Seriously, I can get ya something non-alcoholic if ya want.” Atsumu studied her face again. “Yer moles are so cute. You got more of ‘em under the mask?”
“Pretty rude to stare like that and ask such invasive questions.” Kiyoomi’s brows scrunched together in annoyance. Atsumu lifted her hands in apology. “But since I’m waiting around, I guess you can get me something.” Spending her night making idle chit chat with a hot masc had not been on her radar when Motoya had convinced her to go out. Usually, people were warded off by her venomous glare, but Atsumu was apparently undeterred. It threw her off her rhythm.
Atsumu noisily waved down the bartender to order Kiyoomi the sparkling water she’d requested. She downed it to avoid continuing the conversation and felt herself scrunching up again. This attention, while nice, was unanticipated. Her stomach swirled with apprehension, but Atsumu turned to flash that stupid smile at her again. “Ya wanna dance a little?”
Kiyoomi balked. “Absolutely not.”
“Aw c’mon, yer moves can’t be that bad!” Atsumu took her hand and Kiyoomi couldn’t stop the subtle shudder that wracked her body. “Trust me, I’ll guide ya. Do all the work and everything.” She winked playfully. Her hands were soft but firm with dexterous muscle. Atsumu’s brows raised as goose bumps lifted on Kiyoomi’s skin. “Sensitive, are we?”
Kiyoomi’s face burned for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last minute, but she couldn’t pull her hand away. Her body was alight. Sparks shot up her arm from where they touched, zinging to set every neuron in her brain ablaze. Her thoughts whirred through her, ranging from I don’t want this to I need her alone and god, I need to run home and go to town with my vibrator. Her mind cleared as she realized her ridiculous desperation. “Whatever. If a dance will get you to leave me alone, then let’s get this over with. If you laugh, I’m leaving.”
Soon enough, Atsumu was gently pulling her to the dancefloor, face plastered in a smile. She turned to face Kiyoomi, hands sliding down to her hips. “Wanna come closer?” She asked, stroking her thumb across her hip.
“Fine.” Kiyoomi ducked her head, shifting closer. Atsumu’s breath was at her neck and Kiyoomi’s head was full of fuzz. She hoped Atsumu couldn’t notice how fast her heart was beating.
After moments of Atsumu smoothly guiding Kiyoomi to the music, she brushed a curl that had slipped from her hair tie behind her ear. “Can I see under here?” Her finger brushed the elastic of her mask. Kiyoomi froze and Atsumu immediately backtracked. “Ya don’t have to of course. Just wanna see the rest of that pretty face, yeah?” She hummed, giving Kiyoomi an easy smile.
Kiyoomi sucked in a breath. She didn’t know if she was more nervous about the filthy air or Atsumu deciding that the rest of her wasn’t as pretty. “It’s whatever.” Kiyoomi hoped her therapist would be proud. She tugged it off, red face now fully visible. Kiyoomi stared down at her feet, feeling Atsumu’s heavy gaze.
When she finally grew the courage to look up, Atsumu’s eyes were wide and her cheeks pinkened for the first time that night. “Shit, baby. I wanna kiss ya so bad. Can I?” Her hands squeezed at her hips, beckoning her even closer.
Kiyoomi felt herself pouting. She shoulders bunched with resentment. “I’m not just some girl you can make out with in a bar.”
Atsumu simply laughed, cupping Kiyoomi’s cheek, rubbing her thumb on the fine bone. Kiyoomi’s eyes fluttered shut on instinct, the touch so soothing and warm. Things had already gone farther than what she’d anticipated, more than she’d ever let them go. “So cute. Fine. Ya wanna come to my place then? I’m sure yer cousin’s already at Rin’s and my sister will be with ‘em.”
Kiyoomi looked around, finding her cousin was nowhere to be seen. “Fine. But don’t get your hopes up about sleeping with me.”
“Wouldn’t wish it for the world, sweetheart. Let’s go.”
After a quick text to Motoya and checking her location to confirm that she had, in fact, left, they were on the streets of Tokyo. Hand in hand, they flew through the city as the nightlife passed them by. Kiyoomi was in a dream. The bright colors of Shinjuku all blurred; the only clarity was Atsumu, her eyes crinkling in a smile as she chatted Kiyoomi’s ear off. Kiyoomi, floating beside her, only managed to hum and nod along. They stopped at a modest apartment building and Atsumu unclipped her carabiner (how cliché, Kiyoomi thought) to unlock her door.
Kiyoomi returned to reality when Atsumu shoved her shoulder into the door like she was performing a rugby tackle. Atsumu gave her a sheepish smile. “Sorry, door gets a little jammed sometimes. C’mon in!” The apartment was basic but tidy. Strings of polaroids and fairy lights hung on the wall behind a small couch. A tv decorated with gaming devices took up the center of the room. The kitchen was similarly small, but was brought alive by several novelty dish towels and oven mitts. “It’s not much, but gets the job done for me and ‘Samu.” She flopped on the couch, spreading out and relaxing. Kiyoomi pulled off her boots and set them in the genkan after she’d gotten her fill of the apartment. She grabbed her emergency disposable slippers from her bag.
Atsumu huffed a laugh and Kiyoomi furrowed her brows. “What?” She accused, pulling the slippers on.
Atsumu shook her head, “Nothing, nothing. Ya just make me laugh. Come sit with me?” Kiyoomi sighed but carefully stepped over to the couch and sank next to Atsumu. An arm was wrapped around her waist in an instant. The other caressed high on her ribs. Atsumu’s smile was soft in the light glow of the apartment. “Ya wanna pick up where we left off?”
“Sure, I guess.” Kiyoomi swore her heart was going into cardiac arrest with how fast it galloped in her chest. Atsumu leaned in closer, cradling her face in her hands.
“Yer the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, Kiyoomi.” Kiyoomi had to look away from the intensity of Atsumu’s gaze. It was too heavy, too intimate.
She frowned down at her empty hands. “I’m sure that’s what you say to every girl you take home, isn’t it?”
Atsumu hummed. “More or less, but I actually mean it with ya. Have ya looked at yerself in the mirror?” She ran a finger along her jaw, back over her browbone and over her twin moles.
“Whatever. If you’re going to kiss me, just get on with it, Miya.” Kiyoomi bit out.
Atsumu threw her head back in a giggle and pulled Kiyoomi into her lap. “Whatever ya want, darlin’.” Kiyoomi stared down at Atsumu, feeling her own expression soften as Atsumu’s hand buried in her curls lead her down, down, until their lips met. Atsumu’s were a little chapped but firm and insistent as they glided along Kiyoomi’s. Kiyoomi sank further into the kiss, moving to cup the back of Atsumu’s neck. She ran her fingers through the short, dark hair at the base of her head. Atsumu’s trailed to the small of her back and pressed her closer.
Kiyoomi felt breathless. She was underwater, immersed in Atsumu’s touch and lips. She pulled back to suck in a breath and there Atsumu was, trailing kisses on her neck and collarbone. The touch was featherlight. Her breath ghosted across the sensitive skin below her ear and goosebumps raised along her neck.
In that moment, knew she had lost the battle to not get into Atsumu’s bed. It felt too good, too all-encompassing, to fight it any longer. A soft sigh escaped her lips when Atsumu dipped down to gently bite at her collarbone. Kiyoomi gripped Atsumu’s biceps and found lean cords of muscle under her hands. A pleading sigh unwillingly escaped her lips.
“Christ, if yer gonna make sounds like that I’m not gonna survive the night, Omi. Yer gonna ruin me for everyone else.” Atsumu’s lips brushed her ear as she murmured, a secret for only Kiyoomi to hear in the empty apartment.
“What did you just call me?” Kiyoomi asked without her usual bite, too focused on the feeling of the graze of teeth on her jaw.
“Don’t worry about it.” Atsumu grinned before her lips returned to Kiyoomi’s.
Atsumu nipped at her lips and when Kiyoomi opened her mouth to protest, she slid her tongue in. Kiyoomi moaned softly into their kiss, shyly licking into Atsumu’s mouth. Atsumu pulled back with a wet smack. “Fuck, yer so fuckin’ hot. Can I touch ya?” She panted, voice hoarse with desperation. Her pupils swallowed the brown iris whole from her desire.
Kiyoomi’s lips tugged in a smirk. Her heart soared at the state she’d put Atsumu in. “You’ve already been touching me, but fine.”
“That’s not what I meant, and ya know it.” Atsumu laughed. With Kiyoomi’s permission, her palm ran down her neck. Kiyoomi’s breath hitched and eyes widened, but Atsumu didn’t linger there. Interesting. Good to know for later, Kiyoomi thought to herself as the hand slid down to her collarbone, then her breast. She bit her lip but at the sensation of Atsumu caressing her, but the whine escaped despite her best efforts.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Atsumu moaned breathlessly and returned to her neck to gently bite. Her other hand moved down to cup her ass, squeezing firmly and kneading the muscle.
Kiyoomi couldn’t take the sensual touches for long before she felt the wetness growing in her underwear. “Atsumu. Fuck me.” Kiyoomi’s order came out high and keening. She spread her legs across Atsumu’s lap in demand.
It was Atsumu’s turn to bite her lip to stifle a groan. “Really? You’ll let me?” Kiyoomi nodded. “Shit, okay, yeah, let’s go.” Kiyoomi was hauled up in Atsumu’s arms, carried bridal style down the hall. A rush of heat bloomed in her core.
“What the hell?” Kiyoomi exclaimed, looking down at the arms now wrapped around her waist.
Atsumu smirked, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “What can I say? I hit the gym so I can pick up pretty girls.” Kiyoomi rolled her eyes but wrapped her arms around Atsumu. Before she knew it, Kiyoomi was laid down with care - and an astonishingly sexy amount of muscle control - in Atsumu’s bed. Atsumu hovered over her with her elbows on either side of Kiyoomi’s head. Their sweet, desperate kisses resumed, and Kiyoomi grabbed a fistful of Atsumu’s short hair. Atsumu grunted and sat back on her knees.
“I need to see ya. C’mon.” Her hand hiked up the mesh shirt and undershirt, exposing the delicate moles dotting her stomach. Atsumu ducked down and kissed across her skin, sucking and biting along the way.
“Wait, wait.” Kiyoomi sat up and hauled both shirts off, silently thanking the gods she put on a cute bra today.
Atsumu’s kiss-swollen lips parted at the sight. “Fuck. Goddamn, Omi.”
Kiyoomi huffed, nose scrunching. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just call me that again. Get busy.” She leaned back on her elbows and let her knees drop to the side. Atsumu tugged at the skintight skirt but failed to remove it in her horny reverie. Her brows pinched in frustration for the first time that night. Kiyoomi, greatly amused, rolled on to her hands and knees. She rested her palms on the bed, pillowing her face to turn and watch Atsumu as she luxuriously curved her spine. The reaction was well worth it: Atsumu’s expression went slack, and her eyes looked glossy with wonder.
“I’m literally going to come right now if ya don’t stop that.” Atsumu choked out, fidgeting with the zipper until she finally began tugging the body-hugging skirt off.
Kiyoomi sighed, fluttering her lashes closed. “If you’re already about to come is this even worth it for me?”
Atsumu leaned down and bit sharply on the inside of Kiyoomi’s thigh. She couldn’t help her resulting whine and stretch of her spine, pressing her ass closer to Atsumu’s face. “Mm, don’t worry baby. If ya keep lookin’ like this, I could go all night.”
“Just get this off me already.” Kiyoomi snapped, sitting up to help Atsumu pull it off the rest of the way. The skirt and slippers flew as Kiyoomi kicked them off.
“Finally.” Atsumu grinned, pulling Kiyoomi’s back to her chest. One hand wound to her front to slip under her bra cup while the other slipped under her panties to roughly palm her ass.
Kiyoomi choked back a whimper, head leaned back against Atsumu’s shoulders. She watched Atsumu grab handfuls of her tits. “You’re still too dressed to fuck me. Hurry it up.”
Atsumu’s hearty laugh rang in Kiyoomi’s ear. The sound was heavenly. “Whatever the princess wants.” With a firm pat to her ass, Atsumu pulled away to tug off her tank. Kiyoomi returned to her back and propped herself on the pillows to watch. Atsumu’s muscles flexed as she pulled her top over her head. Below her dark sports bra, a tattoo of scrawling text dotted her ribs. Kiyoomi’s addled, mushy brain couldn’t decipher the meaning in the moment. Atsumu’s abs were taut with the movement, wiry bicep and forearm muscles moving along. Next, her oversized cargo pants came off to reveal large, tanned thighs and black boxer briefs. Kiyoomi leaked more at the sight.
“Yer gonna have to lose this before I take mine off.” Atsumu reached around to unhook her bra. It was slipped from her shoulders and tossed it to the side. Kiyoomi bit her lip as Atsumu took in the sight of Kiyoomi, naked as the day she was born besides her underwear. A pink flush spread down her chest at Atsumu’s careful study. Slowly, Atsumu’s hands made their way to the swell of Kiyoomi’s tits, thumbing the small freckling moles dotting across them.
Atsumu smiled, a quiet sigh leaving her lips while her fingers continued. Her index brushed across a nipple and Kiyoomi’s body shuddered. “Is this some kinda dream? There’s no way yer real.”
Kiyoomi rolled her eyes. “I’d be happy to pinch you if you’d like.” Atsumu laughed, fingers turning more insistent in their press. Kiyoomi sank bank into the pillows. Her eyes fluttered closed at the bliss of the curious but reassuring sensation. She was weightless, levitating somewhere outside of her body. She gasped and her eyes flew open when Atsumu insistently sucked on her left, then right nipple.
After moments of agonizingly perfect touches later, Atsumu pulled back to lightly nip the underside of her breast. “Can I eat ya out? Please?”
Kiyoomi huffed. “I told you to get moving.” Atsumu laughed again, a beam of light in her full glory. She leaned over Kiyoomi and kissed her deep and hard. Kiyoomi felt Atsumu’s firm hands slide the underwear down and she lifted her hips to accommodate the movement. Soon enough, Atsumu was settled between her thighs, legs tossed over her shoulders.
Atsumu kissed the joint of her thigh and hip, eyes boring into Kiyoomi with single-minded focus. “Tell me if ya don’t like anything, okay? I won’t be offended. Only minorly wounded.” Kiyoomi rolled her eyes but guided Atsumu’s head closer. Atsumu carefully parted her lips.
The first kitten licks across her clit had Kiyoomi bucking her hips and arching her back with a high-pitched sound that she’d never heard herself make. The warm touch was featherlight, tantalizing. Atsumu had to push Kiyoomi’s thighs open with an iron grip that would surely bruise to keep Kiyoomi from crushing her head.
“Ah, fuck, Atsumu, more, please-“ Kiyoomi’s begging choked into a moan when Atsumu hummed in encouragement. The buzz on her clit made Kiyoomi’s hands fly to grip Atsumu’s short hair. After minutes of heavenly torture, her tongue traveled down to lick at Kiyoomi’s pussy, dripping with her need. It clenched on nothing, begging Atsumu to force her tongue in. “Fuck, fuck, oh my god.”
“I haven’t even gotten started, darlin’. Yer so damn sensitive. Keep your legs open, alright?” Kiyoomi could only manage a whine in assent. Her soul nearly left her body when Atsumu’s tongue licked into her, while her thumb rubbed insistently on her clit. It took every fiber of her being to not snap her legs shut. Instead, she cried out and pulled Atsumu’s hair with one hand, while the other gripped the pillow under her head. She finally looked down.
Atsumu was a vision. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, dark lashes fluttered out across her cheeks. Her brows were slightly drawn and the muscle in her jaw worked and worked to drive Kiyoomi crazy. Kiyoomi’s breath came in stuttering gasps while Atsumu’s tongue drove in and out, curving upwards to find her sweet spot. Her thumb dipped into her cunt to wet it before it returned to circling her clit, now faster. Heat was building, rising, overflowing in a familiar manner.
“Hnnhh, Atsumu, wait, I’m gonna, ohhhh – fu-u-uck,” Kiyoomi went silent as her first orgasm washed over her. Her mouth dropped open in a noiseless cry, thighs tensed and shaking, now clamped over Atsumu’s ears. Her unrelenting tongue kept to its motions and Kiyoomi’s back arched so severely she thought it’d snap in half. A moan against her lips kept her orgasm going for what felt like minutes, until the wave finally crashed.
Atsumu leaned back and stroked her thigh tenderly, watching Kiyoomi as she licked the slick off her own lips. Kiyoomi’s chest rose and fell, gulping in shocked breaths. Her thighs felt wet and sticky with her desire.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, yer so hot.” Atsumu sat up and wiped the wetness from her chin. Her brows pulled together minutely as she watched Kiyoomi try to catch her breath. “Okay? That was kinda intense.”
Kiyoomi couldn’t move. Her body felt like a lead weight, but the gentle caress of Atsumu’s hand on her arm eased her. Another hand reached up to run fingers through her sweaty curls. All she could manage was a whimper in response as she tried to even her inhale.
It had never been like this. Kiyoomi looked up at Atsumu, searching.
Atsumu only smiled softly down at her. “Want some water or somethin’?” Her fingers grazed over Kiyoomi’s temple, rubbing in soothing motions.
With her first full, deep breath, Kiyoomi finally spoke. “Mhmm. But I want you to fuck me in a few minutes.”
Atsumu’s smile morphed into a smirk. “Hey, darlin’. Whatever ya want.” After a gentle peck to her brow, she got up to get Kiyoomi glass of water. Kiyoomi gulped it down when she returned.
The familiar flame of lust was already beginning to blossom in her again. She set the glass aside and jutted her chin up. “Alright. How do you want me?”
Atsumu grinned. “Easy, now. I got options for ya, baby.” She rummaged through her bedside drawer and tossed her harness, lube, and three dildos of different lengths and widths on the bed. “Which one do ya want me to blow yer back out with?”
“Don’t be crude.” Kiyoomi sighed, picking up the largest one to evaluate it. It was far bigger than anything she’d used or preferred in the past, but she was feeling curious about how Atsumu would make it work for her. The idea of Atsumu stuffing her full was too enticing to pass up.
“I just had my tongue shoved in ya ‘til ya screamed. I think we’re past that.” Atsumu snorted, following Kiyoomi’s analytical eyes. “Ya sure ya can handle this one? We might have to prep ya a more. You felt so tight earlier – I could barely get my tongue in there. It’s usually too big for most girls.”
Kiyoomi grumbled at the obvious challenge. “Well then, I want it. You’re just going to have to make it work.” She handed it to Atsumu and crossed her arms. “Also, take the rest of that off.” She nodded to Atsumu’s bra and underwear, rudely covering the parts Kiyoomi was most curious about. Atsumu shook her head in amusement and pulled both off, agonizingly slow to put on a show. Kiyoomi raked her eyes over Atsumu. Her breasts were small but perky with both nipples pierced. Her pubic hair was dark, but well-trimmed.
“Happy now?” Atsumu asked, slipping the harness up and moving a towel between Kiyoomi’s legs.
“No. You kept this from me for like half an hour.” Kiyoomi frowned as she reached forward to run her finger over a pierced nipple. Atsumu bit her lip, pausing her setup and eyes squeezing shut for a moment.
“No one’s ever touched my tits so angrily.” Atsumu chuckled but lubed up four of her fingers. She rubbed them together to warm them. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m gonna finger ya a bit, but no more coming unless it’s on my cock. On your knees for me?” Kiyoomi shuddered at the order and turned onto her stomach. She lifted her hips and propped herself on her knees, arching her back as she’d done earlier.
“Look at this pretty pink pussy. All for me, huh?” She ran the slippery fingers up and down from clit to hole firmly, a smile evident in her voice.
Kiyoomi bit her lip. Her brain flew out the window and she spoke before she could stop herself. “Ahhhh. Only yours. Please, Atsumu. Please.” She whispered desperately
Atsumu’s breath hitched. “Shit, are ya serious? Are ya a virgin?” She asked, pulling her cheek aside to expose her cunt. The cool air made a shiver run down Kiyoomi’s spine. Then, Atsumu was sliding in two, then three fingers in. Kiyoomi whined at the stretch.
“Not anymore.” Kiyoomi steeled her voice to be even, sure of herself. Atsumu was petting her walls, spreading her fingers, pumping in and out. It was a miracle she managed to get the words out.
Atsumu moaned in response. “Fuck. That’s so goddamn hot. Yer gonna be the death of me tonight, Omi.” She tapped lightly on the inside of Kiyoomi’s thigh to urge her to widen her knees.
Kiyoomi did as she was instructed but whimpered when the fourth finger pushed its way in. She was full, full, devastatingly full. It took a minute of slow, gentle thrusts until she was used to the width. When she began to sink into the pleasure, Atsumu’s fingers began to scissor in and out, rubbing her g-spot relentlessly. The dam was about to break again. Kiyoomi gripped the sheets with white knuckles. “A-ah,-tsumu, m’gonna come, stop, stop, mmm!” With a pleased hum, Atsumu slowly removed her fingers and squeezed her ass.
She rubbed her hip soothingly while Kiyoomi backed off the edge. “Sound so pretty when yer about to come, baby. Can’t wait to fuck ya so hard ya cry. A princess like ya deserves that.” She leaned down and sucked a bruise onto the back of her thigh.
Kiyoomi’s breathing evened out and she squared her shoulders in determination. “Okay. Now fuck me.”
Atsumu hummed and grabbed the lube bottle. “Tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable, ‘kay?” Kiyoomi nodded, closing her eyes. She heard the lewd sounds of the lube being applied to the dildo.
Moments later, the tip pressed against her stretched pussy. Kiyoomi fisted the sheets in anticipation as Atsumu rubbed the wet tip. When it slipped inside her, Kiyoomi nearly screamed. Her body willingly stretched to accommodate the width. She’d never been so full – none of her toys were anywhere near this size and no one had touched her like Atsumu did.
“Oh my god, Atsumu, mmm, fuck-!“
Atsumu grabbed a handful of curls, pulling with a heavenly grip. “That’s my good girl. Yer gonna take it now, aren’tcha? All the way in that pretty little cunt?” Kiyoomi whimpered in response, eyes watering as Atsumu’s cock slowly, agonizingly pushed in. Her body couldn’t decide whether it wanted to flee or clench it in to keep it there forever.
After minutes, hours, years, Atsumu’s hipbones were pressed into the swell of Kiyoomi’s ass, fully buried inside her. Atsumu curled over her, kissing the top of her spine, fluttering over her shoulders. “Okay, baby?”
Kiyoomi nodded in a daze. “Nngh, ‘s so deep.” She slurred out a moan, a high-pitched, desperate thing.
Atsumu sighed in agreement. “Feels so tight, angel. Yer takin’ it so well.” She cupped Kiyoomi’s jaw, coaxing her to turn her head into a languid kiss.
With another kiss on her shoulder, Atsumu raised back up. She rested one hand on Kiyoomi’s hip and moved other to grip her shoulder. She thumbed at the join of her shoulder to her neck. “Gonna start moving, alright? Tell me if ya need to stop.” Kiyoomi just whined from where her cheek was pressed into the pillow.
Nothing could’ve prepared her for the first thrust. Atsumu pulled out until the tip was nearly out, then pushed back in, slow, slow. The wet squelch as Atsumu’s hips once again meeting Kiyoomi’s ass had both moaning. “Faster. Please. Atsumu, ah.”
Atsumu tightened her grip on her hip. “Don’t worry, angel. Gonna fuck ya so hard ya won’t remember yer own name.”
Atsumu’s pace quickened. Kiyoomi screamed as she was filled over and over again. She cried, whimpered, tears and drool soaking the sheets and lewd smacking sounds filling the room. Atsumu was huffing in breaths, moaning along with Kiyoomi as the strap rubbed her clit persistently.
Kiyoomi sobbed. “Fuck me, oh god, it’s so…so big, ohhhh…”
Kiyoomi felt overwhelmed, teetering on the edge of another orgasm, even if it had only been in for minutes. Atsumu groaned deeply but stilled. “Here. I wanna see ya.” She carefully pulled out and Kiyoomi whined at the loss. Atsumu admired her stretched, vibrantly pink cunt before turning her over onto her back. She tossed Kiyoomi’s legs over her shoulders, watching Kiyoomi’s face twist and gasp when she pushed back in, harsher this time.
Atsumu kissed her knee. “You like that, angel? Nice and deep for ya?” She thrusted in deeply, an unforgiving, quick movement.
Kiyoomi’s head was thrown back and her eyes nearly crossed with her pleasure. Somehow, it felt like Atsumu’s cock was even deeper in her, petting all the unreachable parts of her. Kiyoomi reveled in it. “Yes, yes, oh fuck, Atsumu, ohhh…”
Atsumu moaned loudly, wetly, as she pounded into her. Kiyoomi finally had the clarity through the haze of desire to look at Atsumu. The sight she was met with would single-handedly be the source of her wet dreams from now on.
Atsumu’s abs were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, contracting with effort. Her teeth lightly biting at her kiss-reddened bottom lip. Her small tits moved as she thrust in, out, in, out, nipple piercings glinting in the dull light. Most attractive of all, her arms were flexed with the effort of holding Kiyoomi to her hips. Kiyoomi glanced down again, watching the sight of her own plush tits bounce. Atsumu ground in harshly, deeply, and Kiyoomi cried out. The vision of Atsumu was lost to the need to close her eyes and hold on for dear life.
“Gonna have to gag ya next time, yer so noisy. The neighbors are gonna be pissed.” Kiyoomi flushed in embarrassment, a soft, deep whine coming from her chest. “But so, so pretty. Feels good, huh baby?” Atsumu laughed breathlessly. She moaned lowly at a particularly languid stroke.
Kiyoomi gasped as Atsumu resumed her brutal pace. The loud, wet slapping sounds were overwhelming. “You’d – ahhh, oh, fuck – you’d better make me come soon if you want there to be a-a, next time.”
Atsumu grinned down at her and shifted Kiyoomi’s legs around her waist. Her pace slowed to deep, long strokes. Atsumu leaned forward over her, elbows on either side of Kiyoomi’s face. “I think I can make that work.” She kissed Kiyoomi gently. Then, Atsumu’s movement picked up to slam into her.
Kiyoomi wound her arms around Atsumu’s shoulders and crossed her ankles around Atsumu’s waist, back arched and head thrown back as Atsumu chased her lips. This was her favorite part so far: the sweet, passionate kisses, Atsumu’s hot breath against her. Her tongue lapping at the inside of Kiyoomi’s mouth like she’d done to her cunt earlier. When Atsumu’s hand crept down to rub quick circles on her clit, Kiyoomi knew she was done for. All she could do was take it.
Her thighs began to shake against Atsumu’s sides. Her core tightened, pussy clenching around the strap. Then, it burst. Her body pulsed with gratification, clenching and unclenching around the strap to the beat of her rabbit heart.
Kiyoomi’s head sank back to the pillow, stilted moans escaping her lips as she rode her high up, up, up, scratching at Atsumu’s shoulders to try to stay grounded; and there Atsumu was, panting and moaning as she kissed and bit at Kiyoomi’s neck while chasing her own high. Kiyoomi barely heard Atsumu’s short whine before she too came, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted.
They stayed connected for a softly glowing moment. Kiyoomi floated while Atsumu kissed her, rubbing the side of her neck in relaxing strokes. She cupped Kiyoomi’s cheek gently while she pulled out. Kiyoomi grimaced at the feeling of empty, gaping space between her legs. That discomfort was quickly outweighed by the drying feeling of her wetness and lube. Even worse, her body screamed that it was exhausted, sore, and used. Atsumu pulled away to take the harness off while Kiyoomi attempted to come back to her body.
“Ugh.” Kiyoomi whined, trying to move her stiff neck and scowling down at the wetness between her legs. Atsumu glanced over, huffing a laugh out at Kiyoomi’s expression. She gathered Kiyoomi into her arms to kiss at her delicately pale shoulder.
Atsumu combed fingers through Kiyoomi’s sweat-damp, long hair. “Wanna take a bath? I’m pretty sweaty, so I’ll come too.”
Kiyoomi nodded and yawned. “Mhmm. Don’t think I can move.”
“I’ll pick ya up. Anything for my princess.” Atsumu cooed, scooping her up again and perching her on the edge of the bathtub while she filled it with steaming water, salts, and soap. Kiyoomi’s eyelids felt heavy as she fought to stay upright. Atsumu climbed in first, holding a hand to guide Kiyoomi in. “C’mere, baby.” She mumbled. Kiyoomi was pulled to her chest and her head lolled back against Atsumu’s solid shoulder.
Atsumu’s cloth dutifully cleaning her felt distant. She gave in to the weight of her eyes, mind wandering along as her lover rubbed a soft towel to dry her. The next moment she knew she was perched on Atsumu’s bed, smelling of rose.
“Arms up.” Atsumu directed mildly, slipping an oversized tee over Kiyoomi’s tired shoulders. After Atsumu had guided some flannel pajama pants onto her and tucked her under fresh sheets, the world seeped into an all-encompassing but comforting black.
Kiyoomi woke up to a warm body pressed at her back. She turned her stiff neck to find Atsumu, arm draped loosely across her hip. She couldn’t stop the tiny smile that grew on her face: Atsumu’s lips were parted, face relaxed as she slept. She was golden as the early morning light seeping into the room through the cracks in the curtains. She carefully removed Atsumu’s arm sat up, but couldn’t resist running her fingers through Atsumu’s downy blonde hair.
Kiyoomi swallowed and found her throat disturbingly dry. She grabbed her glass and limped to the kitchen. Her thighs were tight like she’d just been on the stairmaster for an hour, and her back ached. She turned the tap on and watched sleepily as her glass filled.
Just as she was about to bring the glass to her lips, the door clicked open. Kiyoomi froze, but so did the person in the doorway.
The woman sighed and kicked off her shoes. “So, uh, who the fuck are ya?” The dark, longer-haired version of Atsumu asked from the doorway. She certainly looked as bad as Kiyoomi felt: deep undereye bags casted shadows on her face, her collarbone-length hair was askew, and blooming hickeys littered her neck.
Kiyoomi finally calmed herself to take a long drink as the woman made her way past the genkan. She cleared her throat, sure it would be hoarse otherwise. “Sakusa Kiyoomi.”
The woman’s face shifted to a smirk as she crossed her arms. “Ah, yer Momo’s cousin, huh?” She leaned against the wall, taking in Kiyoomi in Atsumu’s clothes and similarly bitten up.
“Momo? Who the hell is-“
Atsumu came rushing out of the bedroom with such a force that the door banged against the wall, clad only in a white tank and black boxers. Her nipple piercings distractingly poked through the thin material. “’Samu! The fuck are ya doin’ here! I told ya to say at Sunarin’s this mornin’!”
“Samu” snorted. “I’m allowed to be in my own apartment, dumbass! Ya didn’t tell me ya were havin’ a guest. And it’s almost noon!”
Atsumu groaned, scrubbing her hands over her face. “Sorry, Omi. This is my dumbass of a sister, Osamu.”
Before Kiyoomi could protest the stupid nickname, Osamu snickered. “Pleased to meet ya. I’ve heard all about ya from yer cousin. If we go to Rin’s, it’ll be like a family reunion.”
Kiyoomi grimaced. “Fuck off. Leave her alone.” Atsumu huffed while digging around her kitchen cabinets. Osamu sneered but headed to her room, watching Kiyoomi as she left. “Didn’t mean for this to be some whole meet the family shit. She usually listens when I tell her to stay out.” She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. She sidled up to Kiyoomi, offering her a bottle of ibuprofen and a kiss to the cheek.
Kiyoomi’s face heated at the attention but she took the pills. “Whatever. It’s more horrifying getting a hint at what Komori got up to last night.” She sighed, shaking her head.
Atsumu whistled lowly. “Yeah, Sunarin’s a bit insatiable and ‘Samu just feeds into it. All’s I gotta say is good luck to yer cousin.” She rubbed at Kiyoomi’s back gently. Frankly, Kiyoomi was surprised that the affection was continuing. She figured she’d be kicked to the curb instead of pampered. “You feelin’ alright? Want some tea or somethin’?”
Kiyoomi shook her head but basked in the warmth of Atsumu’s touches. “I’m a little sore but okay. I should probably head home soon. It’s pretty late in the day and I need a shower so bad.”
“Fair. I wanna see ya again, though. Can’t run out on me so easy, Omi.” Atsumu twirled a curl in her fingertips with a grin.
Kiyoomi blushed and half-heartedly tried to shrug her off, to no avail. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You can have my number I guess.”
“I guess the gods are real. I’ll call ya sometime.” Atsumu leaned down to try to kiss her, but Kiyoomi pushed Atsumu’s face away with a scowl.
“No kissing me with morning and vagina breath. I’m not touching you until you brush your teeth.” Atsumu immediately pouted but her face broke into a smile.
“Yer somethin’ else.” She pecked Kiyoomi’s cheek again, seeing right through the disgusted face she made – a deep blush had pinkened her cheeks.
After toothbrushing, contact information exchanging, and several pairs of pants and hoodies later, Kiyoomi stood in Atsumu’s doorway. Atsumu took Kiyoomi’s chin, tilting it down. “Can I kiss ya now?” She asked with a smile.
Kiyoomi put out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, I guess.”
“Oh, fuck off.” Atsumu laughed and kissed her. Kiyoomi let it go for a few moments – something about leaving her wanting more – before she pulled away.
She finally let the façade crack and gave Atsumu a tiny smile. “I’ll see you, Atsumu.”
“See ya around, angel.” Atsumu grinned.
Kiyoomi began her hobbling walk home in pajama pants and a too-big hoodie. Her phone, previously abandoned, was full of dozens of notifications from Motoya. Kiyoomi groaned, but opened them anyway. The most recent was a picture of Motoya looking like she’d just been hit by a truck several times, a dopey grin on her face.
Komori Motoya:
I just got the best head and strap of my goddamn life. Call me later?
Sakusa Kiyoomi:
Same. Sure.