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not fair - ch5

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

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It’s one of those phone calls that you hope goes to voicemail. 

Hey, Tadashi, just wanted to let you know that Kei and I were coming to get the car and boxes tomorrow. Sorry it’s been there for so long. That’s all it had to be. You’re repeating it in your head, waiting for the polite message and tone to come. 

It doesn’t.

You don’t remember what Tadashi says when he answers the phone, don’t even know if he said anything at all. You pull the phone away from your ear, making sure that he didn’t answer and hang up or that the space between the rings isn’t just skipping. The numbers are counting up, seemingly slower than seconds typically pass by. 

“Hey, Tadashi,” you start. You should have practiced or wrote a script or something, because any words, phrases, questions in your mind are gone now, leaving Tadashi to pick up the pieces once again.

If it weren’t for the tiny breath from the otherside of the phone, you might’ve hung up waiting for a response. He mutters your name first, practically lost by the hestiance and heaviness of the word. “Are you calling about coming to pick up your car?”

“Right, yea, I’m so sorry we left it there and haven’t, uh, been back to get it. We kinda just wanted to give you time because of everything and didn’t want to, yknow, rush anything or give you any trouble or-” you’re rambling on, nervous to stop. Kei rests his hand on your lower back just to let you know that he’s there. 

“It’s fine, really, just, are you guys coming to pick it up?” he asks, interrupting your nervous spiel.

“Yes,” you reply, knowing that you have so much more to say, but not ready to say any of it. After being so intimate with him and Kei, you’d think that it would be easier to talk, like everything’s already been out on the table. It’s not until Kei raises his eyebrows, lets his thumb graze under your shirt and against your skin that you actually get the words out. “Do you think we could come in, too?”

Tadashi isn’t stupid. He has to know what you’re implying or, at the very least, know that the two of you want to talk with him. Kei is staring at you, the room is dead silent, and every second that Tadashi doesn’t answer is more confirmation that you’ve just made a fool of yourself. 

You’re about to take it back, to backpedal without remorse in an attempt to salvage civility, but Tadashi clears his throat, unknowingly interrupting you. “Yeah, that would be okay.” 

Almost too stunned to speak, you’re sure that the surprise was written across your face. “O-Okay, yeah.” It’s heavy in your throat, banging at the back of your teeth, you want to ask, clarify, make sure that you’re on the same page, but you also feel like you should quit while you’re ahead. Kei’s confusion turns to understanding when you give him a wide-eyed, short nod. 

“Alright,” Tadashi replies, but still doesn’t hang up. 

Tsukishima doesn’t grab the phone from you, but he talks loud enough for his voice to make it through the receiver. “Like last time?” 

“Like last time,” Tadashi confirms quickly. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure, see you then,” you reply, “Looking forward to it, Dashi.” You can faintly hear the hitch in his breath followed by the low clear of his throat. 

“Me too.” Click.

You bring the phone down from your ear. The weight on your chest isn’t as unbearable with the assumptions off the table. There’s still a lingering force quickening your heartbeat, but at least you can breathe for now. 

“Thanks,” you say, looking up at Kei.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’m here for, bluntness.”

“And doing the hard things that I can’t,” you scoff. 

He bends down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pushing your hair out of your face. “Definitely not all the time. It’s probably like half and half,” Kei says and then tilts his head, “Mm, maybe 60/40.”

You nod, “Yeah, but that seems pretty fair to me.” You pull back, wiping your palms on your pants. “I should bring the thing, right?”

“Why else did we buy it?”

“No, I know, I guess I’m just nervous,” you admit.

“No reason to be. You’ll be great and Tadashi will love it, you know that,” Kei reassures you. 

In theory, you did know that. If you really thought about it, you knew that. The evidence backs it up, the reciprocation in excitement backs it up, and yet you can’t help but doubt the ideas that have been swarming your head since that night. 

The entire walk to Tadashi’s feels heavy, steps dragging, bag weighted, Kei’s hand in yours evident. So many thoughts are taking place in your head. You try to rid them, but you can’t. The conversation from that night is on repeat in your mind. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’ll make you more decisive, maybe the repetition will hammer in these clouded thoughts. 

You thought that the first time coming back felt weird, but coming back the second time comes with a mix of eerie comfort and looming taboo. 

It’s a blur, really, Tadashi answering the door, inviting you inside. You remember the small things like taking off your shoes and placing them neatly next to the spot that you used to every single day and when you shake your head no at Tadashi politely asking if you want a glass of water or cup of tea. The rest of it is lost, second to the anticipation and the thought in the back of your mind to book it out the front door.

You are sitting on the couch. Kei is sitting next to you. Somehow everything in your head is talking at once and they’re your thoughts, but you can’t make out a single one. 

You want to just skip to the part of the night that doesn’t feel like this anymore - fidgeting just to calm your nerves, the three of you sitting in a small circle like a meeting with stale coffee, no eye contact, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Kei’s hand hovers over to yours, slowly, trying not to bring attention to itself, not for his sake or even Tadashi’s, but for yours. His grasp wraps around your fidgeting fingers, his intertwining with yours like they were meant to be there. 

In a matter of seconds, you catch Tadashi’s eyes as they flicker from the intertwined hands in your lap to your eyes back to your hands and then down at his own. You can’t get a long enough look at his face to see the emotion, but you don’t really need a long look to tell you that Tadashi is feeling more nervous than you are now, as if that’s even possible.

How hard would this have been without Kei sitting here right next to you? Without Kei throughout this entire process? Tadashi doesn’t have that, doesn’t get the sweet hand hold or the supportive presence. He deserves it, though. 

You take the first step, hands shaking, breath unsteady as you stand up and move towards Tadashi. You don’t know what to say once you are right in front of him, so you opt for silence. Instead, you take this time to regulate your breathing and focus on the emotions in Tadashi’s face that you couldn’t find before.

All of the doubt that you had last night (and a few seconds ago, for that matter) is fading away. Now that he’s sitting here in front of you, now that you can see the soft features on his face, can feel Kei’s assuring presence behind you, can watch the way that Tadashi waits for your next sentence, patient and attentive. Your hand moves slowly as you reach to cup Tadashi’s face, directing his attention and testing the waters. 

Banging against your sternum, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It doesn’t calm on contact or when Tadashi leans into the touch ever so slightly and it gets much worse when the words tumble out of your mouth. You can’t help them, seeing how pretty Tadashi looks in front of you, getting flashbacks from last week, remembering how good he was for you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't know if this sentence takes Kei by surprise, don’t dare to look back or show an ounce of hesitation in front of Tadashi. Besides, at this moment, you’re more concerned about Tadashi, the way you can see the emotions clearly now, but you still can’t read them very well for the sake of how fast they’re changing. But you can read the nod, though slight, of Tadashi’s head after a beat of contemplation. 

The kiss is sweet, warm. You have to bend down a bit more than you’re anticipating, but that only means you get to tilt his head up, bring his lips closer to yours, thumb gently pushing on the underside of his chin, fingers resting against his neck in a way that you can feel his harsh swallow as soon as you pull away. His eyes are wide, struck with something bordering wonderment, and you are drinking it in. 

This has to be exactly what Kei felt like on the night that started it all. 

There’s a surge of confidence for the first time since your last visit, like it’s no longer testing the waters, because you know exactly why the three of you are here. You’re not sure that Tadashi knows, but somehow that makes you feel even more assured, like he’s depending on you to guide him through the night. 

And it really does feel like history repeating itself.

Still, it doesn’t matter how much you see yourself in Tadashi right now and how that means that if he is you then you would be Kei and how you know that if Kei were standing where you’re standing right now, things would unfold a lot differently. Despite the lingering pressure of this new role you’re embodying, you have to ask.

It comes out sweet, warm like the kiss you shared moments ago. “You’re okay with all of this?”

Tadashi’s nod is a touch more certain than the previous, but you follow it up nonetheless. “And it’s alright that I don’t keep asking if it’s alright?” you ask. He nods again. “If something is getting too much or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, just say yellow.” God, saying it aloud brings you back. You remember that Kei had started touching you, kissing you at this point, but all you want to do is stare at Tadashi, see the understanding and attention. “If something is too much and you want to stop immediately, then say red and we’ll stop, make sure you’re okay.” 

He nods again, but not one curt nod like the rest of them, more desperate, repetitive, like he wants you to stop talking, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows what’s ahead and he wants it to come faster. You give in, moving your hand down his shoulder, leaning in to press your lips against his ear. “If you can’t breathe, mouth full, can’t verbally communicate, just 3 nice hard taps against me or Kei and we’ll stop.”

A whimper slips out from between his teeth in lieu of a nod, but you want to hear it in stumbling confirmation. “Understand?” mhm “Say it. Need to hear you say it, Dashi.” 

“Yea- I mean, yea, yes. I understand.”

You stand up straight, towering over top of Tadashi. “I’m in control tonight.” You’re not sure how Kei looks behind you, taller than you, you know that, but you wonder if his height makes you look less in control than you feel. You wonder if his facial expression is making Tadashi doubt your dominance over the situation. You didn’t really talk about this, Kei and you, not in detail, not about power dynamics. Truthfully, if you had, you’re not sure you would be in this position right now.

It’s comfortable for you to be right between Kei and Tadashi in the order of power, but to declare that you’re in control, not just of Tadashi, but just in general, it’s stepping out of your comfort zone. 

“Y-You?” Tadashi asks innocently enough, eyes flitting from you to just behind you where you know that Kei is standing. Part of you, the safe part, wants to quiet down, wait for Kei to answer for you, to either protect you or scoff at the notion. That part of you doesn’t win. 

Rather, you bend down again, eyes level with Tadashi’s. “If that’s a problem, I can leave instead.”

“No, it’s not- I’m not- I didn’t- I’m sorry!” he starts immediately.

“Don’t question me again or I’ll leave,” you repeat. 

“I won’t. I won’t.” Tadashi says, not a promise, but you believe it like one. 

You turn around, look up at Kei. There’s still that voice inside of you looking for his permission, for his approval. You don’t think that will ever go away. This little voice inside of you comes through in the form of a silent question. If it were anyone else on the receiving end you’d think it’d get lost in translation. Am I doing okay?

“What do you want me to do?” Kei asks plainly, unwavering, like it’s not completely left field for him to be asking you for direction. It’s the perfect answer to your question. 

You’re not exactly sure how you’re going to get through this night. You’re exhausted already and you haven’t even really given a command yet. You figure, however, that the best mantra to get you through the night is to just continue to ask for things that you really want. What do you want him to do? 

You go with your first instinct and though your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, it feels good leaving your mouth. “I want you to carry me upstairs, want Tadashi to follow. And I want to be placed nicely on the bed.”

Kei moves immediately, hoisting you up and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. There’s no hesitance to just doing what he’s told. You assume, for now at least, that it’s because the tasks aren’t too demanding or degrading. You’ll be waiting for backlash for the rest of the night. 

You don’t have to direct any of the demands to Tadashi. He hears you and he listens, waiting just enough time to give you a breath of space and then following you like a puppy. By the time Tadashi enters the room, Kei is placing you, exactly as you asked, nice and gentle on the bed. 

It’s so much different than normal. Kei is always attentive, always makes sure that you’re taken care of, but it’s so different . His hands follow your body as he lies you down, making sure that there is a cushion of his palm between each inch and the bed as it comes in contact. God, you wish you could feel it on your skin. 

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Kei asks. You can’t detect any amount of snide smirk or tone, have to take it as sincere despite months and months of experiences screaming in your head. Your stomach is in knots and you want to say yes just because he asked, but making him wait feels like it’ll have a better payoff in the end. 

“Not yet,” you say, low like a whisper. It’s not loud enough for Tadashi to hear, not meant to show your dominance or prove yourself. It’s a moment just for you and Kei. His eyebrows raise and then furrow, a remark starts to bubble, but he shuts it down before it reaches his throat. You don’t know where Tadashi is, but you don’t care either. You’re following your wants, pushing your fingertips through Kei’s blonde locks and making soft fists. “I want you to want it more.”

You let go quickly, as soon as it’s about to elicit a response, and then you press on his shoulders with the heel of your palm, digging your fingernails into the tops just hard enough for him to really feel it . As soon as he’s stood up, standing at the foot of the bed, so familiarly over top of you, you ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want?”

He swallows the alternative response and asks just that, “What do you want now, (y/n)?”

You hook your fingers into your waistband. Both Kei’s and Tadashi’s eyes follow the movement as you push your shorts and panties down to your ankles. They’re still dangling off of one of your ankles after you maneuver one foot out of one side, spreading your legs apart and realizing just how bold you’re being tonight. 

You hadn’t realized, though, how wet you had gotten from just a few small actions. It was a mix of the newfound control and the way that they were both listening to you so well. It was the possibilities of tonight and how Kei, right now, was about to do whatever came out of your mouth. 

“I want you to eat me out,” you say. You could’ve stopped there, short and sweet, but the words tumble out and you don’t regret them one bit, “Want you to say please and thank you. You don’t do that very often.” Kei’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t talk back.

“And I want Tadashi to watch,” you say to Kei and then turn to face Tadashi, “I want you to watch. Like last time.” You glance down to the small tent in Tadashi’s pants, let your eyes linger as an added explanation. “Just like last time. Do you understand?” Your tone is a mixture, a condescending softness. 

Tadashi lifts his hand, brings it steadily down to his bulge, but hesitates before touching himself through the fabric. “Now?” he asks. 

You give a small laugh, “The show hasn’t even started yet, but yes, if you’re that desperate.” 

You don’t know how quickly Tadashi is to start to touch himself because Kei hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls your pussy against his mouth in one motion. You keep repeating to yourself that you’re in control. You have to keep reminding yourself or you would, probably instantaneously, slip back into doing whatever Kei wanted you to do.

Actually, even while you’re repeating to yourself that you’re in control, every part of you wants to close your eyes, lay back, and just let Kei do whatever he wants to do, and you know that tonight is all about what you want, but this is a once in a lifetime experience and you’re going to take advantage of it. You grab a fistful of Kei’s hair, pulling his head away from you in a way that surprises both of you.

“Say please.” It’s not nearly as cocky and confident and strong as you want it to be. In fact, it’s followed by an airy laugh from yourself because it’s so out of place. “Kei, baby, say please.”

“Please.” It’s not nearly as pleasing and desperate and appreciative as you want it to be. You cock your head. 

“That doesn’t sound like you really want to eat me out,” you furrow your eyebrows. You tighten your fist in his hair. “So say please.”

His eyes widen and he groans at your harsh grip, “Please, can I eat you out?”

“I still feel like you don’t really want to taste me, baby. I feel like you don’t want to bury your face in between my legs and eat me until I come all over your face.” You’re talking down to him now and the confidence is building in your chest as you watch his facial expressions shift. His mouth is basically watering. “I know you want that, so why don’t you ask really nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

The pleasing, desperate, appreciative tone that you wanted is there and, with it, a bit of embarrassment to have to ask for something you usually beg for. “I- Please, can I please eat you out? I want to taste you and eat you, please.” His voice is more timid than you’ve ever heard it and it’s making your stomach flutter more than how close he is to you.

“You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty face, aren’t you?” you ask, slowly pulling his face towards your pussy. He’s moving with you, mouth opening as he gets centimeters away, but you stop him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he nods, trying to finish the motion and bury his face in between your legs.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you come,” he mumbles. You can see just how much he wants to skip this part, but you’re having so much fun.

“Where am I going to come?” you smirk.

“All over my face,” Kei answers, knowing full well he’s not giving you the answer that you want.

“All… over… your…,” you say slowly, tilting his face upwards to look you directly in the eyes, watching the warmth spread across his features.

“Gonna make you come all over my pretty face,” Kei finally finishes.

“Now say please,” you tease.

“Please,” he says quickly.

“Pretty please?” you push on.

“Pretty please, fuck, (y/n), please let me eat you out. Please. I need to fucking eat you out. I need to feel your come on my tongue, need to taste it, need to please you and feel your thighs against my cheeks. Pretty please,” he spews, hoping that this time he actually gets to do what he’s been wanting to do since he knelt between your legs.

The last thing he sees before being pulled into your pussy is your huge smile. “Good boy, see, that wasn’t too hard.”

Between your legs, Kei has some ounce of control. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make you squirm and even though he had to say please a million times to get here and will have to stop when you say stop and follow your orders as you give them, until then, he gets to do whatever he wants. 

There’s no teasing, no build up. You’re so wet, dripping from teasing him and the control you felt with Tadashi. Kei doesn’t let a drop go to waste, running the flat of his tongue between your lips and prodding at your hole with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t want to waste another second without his tongue deep inside of your tight little hole.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, pressing his face as hard into you as he can in an attempt to get his tongue so deep inside you. You help as much as you can, both hands at the back of his head, pulling and tugging at his hair, clawing at his neck and back and as far down as you can reach. He knows how sensitive your hole is, feels it quivering against his tongue. 

He knows your body better than you do, knows exactly how to make you come. After all of the teasing you did, all of the talk, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to make you come as quickly as possible.

You weren’t going to stop him. 

“Holy fuck, Kei, oh my god.”

His lips are moving against your clit as he tries to fuck his tongue into you deeper. He’s moving his entire face, the tip of his tongue harsh against your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. The motions are perfectly repetitive just like he knows you like it. The louder that your moans get and the harder that you start to squirm and the tighter your hands grip, the more motivated Kei is. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your pretty face,” you tell him between moans.

Your core is tightening and your body is convulsing, but you can’t let go. You need to hear him. He needs to tell you. You want him to tell you. “Kei, fuck, tell me. Please, tell me. Let me come, please. Please.” There is no remorse, not even after the fact. Part of that comes with the lack of snide remarks or tone from Kei, the other part comes with just how close you are and how hard you’re about to fall.

“Come, baby, come all over my pretty face, please, please come for me. Please come all over my pretty face,” he says against your pussy, but you can hear each word so clearly. That’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let go, head hitting the mattress harshly as you grab onto his hair even harder. His name is the only thing coming out of your mouth, the only thing on your mind until it isn’t.

“Again, again, again,” you say, repeating as you nod at him.

He listens instantly, diving back between your legs and continuing to eat you out. He doesn’t have to tell you to come the second time or the third or the fourth. You let them roll over you like waves, coming as soon as your body allows you to. 

“Okay, okay, fuck, okay, that’s enough,” you breathe. He doesn’t stop, driven by the pure bliss in the reactions you’ve given him and the way that you dropped control for a passing moment. He wants to feel it again, taking control from you. You almost let him. “Fuck, Kei, enough,” you repeat, more stern this time. 

He lifts his head from between your legs, face a mess, hair tangled, breath ragged. “What do you say?” you ask, not even letting him compose himself before responding. 

“Thank you,” he says, and honestly, he looks just as grateful as the labored appreciation sounds. 

You push yourself up despite how much you want to just sit with Kei’s warm cheek against the fat of your thigh and despite how tired you are from everything that just happened and despite how you want to hear Kei thank you forever. “Kei, get him prepped for me, yea?” You miss the initial reaction from Tadashi, only catch the end of his attempts to compose himself and the lasting redness on his cheekbones. You don’t say another word until you’ve made it to the doorframe. “Dashi, Kei’s in charge while I’m gone, listen good, okay?”

You catch the faintest glimpse of Kei’s smirk as he stands tall once again, making his way over to the corner of the room that Tadashi was frozen in. The second that you’re out of view, you let yourself breathe, let your shoulders slump and your legs wobble as much as they want. You grab your bag that you left at the front door and change in the familiar bathroom closest to the top of the stairs. 

You went all out, decided that if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. The thick main harness was just one part of the intricate buckles, straps, and fasteners. You had tried it on before, the first time that you got it. Kei helped you put it on, tightened the straps and moved each piece so it fit snug and comfortable. 

The top belt sits on your waist, thick faux leather straps with buckles on each side adorned to a ring that rests on your stomach. The second set of straps holds the main ring in place, two fasteners tightly fit against your hips. You slide the dildo into the ring before tightening the straps to your liking. It’s heavy between your legs, thick and lengthy, deceivingly lifelike to the touch and eye. 

As you’re putting the finishing touches onto your look, fixing the harness and making sure that everything is exactly as you want it to be, the soft and subtle noises that you’ve been hearing from the other room become louder. The noises quickly fill the entire upstairs. You’re sure at this point that Kei has asked Tadashi not to hold back, has told him explicitly not to. 

There is a lot of gratitude coming from Tadashi and only as he’s practically screaming can you hear what he’s thanking Kei for. 

“Thank you for getting me ready for (y/n),” Tadashi cries. “Feels so good, so good, fingers feel so good thank you, Kei.”

It sends a shiver down your spine, the amount of desperation and the sincerity of the thank you.

You gently press open the cap to the lube, letting a stream of the cool liquid coat the top side of the silicone cock. You use your thumb and palm to spread it over the skin, twisting your wrist and slathering the slick liquid all over, pouring a generous amount on the tip and watching it drip from the head. You know that it’s not really yours, that it’s not actually attached to you, that you don’t feel from it, and yet, as you push your hips forward, as the cock slides between the hole you’ve created with your fist, your core feels warm and you let out a small moan. 

The walk back to the room feels like a mile. You know that the two of them are undoubtedly too enthralled in their own actions right now to notice you at the door. It’s not a bad thing though. You get to watch for a few moments. They don’t know you’re there, aren’t acting in any sort of way for an audience or praise. 

Tadashi has taken your spot. His legs are high in the air, held up by his hands grasped around his ankles. Kei holds a bottle of lube in one hand and is fucking 4 fingers into Tadashi’s hole with the other. 

Tadashi’s cock, rock hard and angrily red, is slapping against his stomach every time that Kei’s fingers bottom out. The back of his head is pressed into the mattress so hard, but his eyes are trained on Kei, bottom lip quivering whenever involuntary noises weren’t tumbling from them, sheets bunched up against sweaty palms. 

You could’ve watched this all night. You’re sure that if you hadn’t interrupted them they would’ve continued all night, partially because you didn’t give them instruction to stop, but also because the determination and joy in Kei’s demeanor matches Tadashi’s desperation perfectly. There’s something about Kei’s actions that makes it incomparable to how he acts with you, something about the fact that even though he’s in control, he’s just following directions. 

“Is he ready?” you ask, followed by an observation, “Looks like you’re just doing this for him now.”

They’re startled at your voice, immediately taken out of the intense moment that the two of them were in, but there’s no disdain for the deprivation of the transfixion. The only word to describe the look on their faces is gawking. There is less surprise in Kei’s given he’s seen you in it before, but that doesn’t stop the harsh swallow or the dwelling gaze over your chest, down to your waist, following the straps. 

Tadashi isn’t as subtle. His face is bright red, blushing, gasping for air from just being stretched. He pushes up from the bed, props himself on his elbows, and just stares. You can practically feel his heartbeat from where you’re standing in the doorway. “Is that for me?” he asks, void of the confidence the question deserves, tongue wetting his lips. 

You walk over, agonizingly slow, cock in hand. “Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you?”

By the time you’ve made it to the edge of the bed, Tadashi has scrambled over himself and gotten on all fours, as if any delay would result in you giving up on the notion. You climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you take in the sight before you. Tadashi looks rigid, not knowing when the next order or movement is coming, eyes forward on the pale wall. 

The second that the soft skin of your palms comes into contact with his hips, he melts into you, pushing back into your touch. His shoulders slump, head falls down, staring at the comforter below him instead. “Is this alright? Are you ready?” you ask, leaving one palm resting on his hip, but using the other hand to guide the tip of the dripping dildo against Tadashi’s stretched hole. 

The answer is evident in the urgency of his whimpers and the desperation in his reactions, but you need to hear it coming out of his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you’re ready for it,” you clarify. 

“Yes, yes, I’m ready, please,” Tadashi answers. 

“Good boy.” There’s only a second between the finishing of your praise and you pressing your hips forward. It’s slow, but the pace is necessary no matter how badly you want to watch him take it all right this instant. You’re using your hand to guide the thick cock into Tadashi’s tight hole. You don’t need to physically feel it to know how tight it is, to see the rim swallowing the dildo. 

The moans and whimpers have ceased, replaced by labored breaths and diffused whines. You’d ask him questions, try to elicit some sort of verbal reply to the process, but he looks so focused on taking your cock. Still, you guide him through it, not just with the small kneading that you’re doing into his hip and the slow pace you’ve adapted, but with small coos of appreciation. “You’re doing so great, Dashi, fuck. It looks so good back here, you taking my nice thick cock just like that.” 

As soon as you don’t need your hand to guide the dildo, you lace it into Tadashi’s hair. It’s so soft. You can barely grasp any of it, can’t reach until he picks his head up and pushes it back into your hand. You feel disgustingly powerful now, hand weaved into Tadashi’s hair, slowly thrusting in and out of Tadashi’s ass. 

It takes a few beats for Tadashi to fully stretch around the girth of your cock, but with every gentle fuck into him, his whines turn back into whimpers which turn into throaty moans. “Can I go faster now?” you ask with a genuine softness. “Can you handle it?” with less genuine softness. He nods, choking out a few yeses amongst the noises.

You reward him with praise once again, “Good boy, huh, Tadashi? Are you my good boy?” You punctuate the question with a hard thrust, your hips meeting his ass in one fluid motion. His hair is tugged by your harsh grip and, with it, his lax body every time that you pull your hips away. 

He’s putty in your hand, malleable. The harder that you fuck him, the louder his moans get, the more power you feel. “Fuck, Dashi, it’s like I can fucking feel how pathetic you are squeezing my goddamn cock. So tight, so fucking perfect.” Your hips are on fire from repeatedly slamming into him, your palms are so sweaty that you can barely get a good grip, resorting to using your nails to anchor in place instead. Praise keeps falling out of your mouth so quickly that you’re not even sure what you’re saying half the time. It’s fast and you’re in control and he’s listening to you and you’re so drunk with this feeling. 

You can’t stop ramming into him, glad, actually, for once that you can’t feel how good Tadashi’s tight hole is squeezing your cock. It lets you fuck him relentlessly, no worry in the world about stamina even if your glutes and core are on fire from the constant motion. You don’t want to stop, can’t, not with how fucking perfect he looks, not with how fucking obedient he’s being. 

“I know you just want to be good, Dashi, fuck, we’ll teach you to be good, you’re being so good,” you moan. 

It’s like you’re a completely different person here, so vastly different than the last time you were in this bedroom. You don’t miss it, not even a little bit. Well… at least not at this exact moment. 

With no word from you, Kei has just been standing there, behind you, just watching . All of your attention is on Tadashi, soaking in his noises and body language, you’ve barely even noticed Kei. One quick glance over your shoulder and you can see how mesmerized he looks taking it all in, seeing you in this new element. You see the bulge in his pants, the little satisfaction that he is getting from his own palm. After doing so much already, he deserves better than what he’s giving himself now. 

“Do what you do best, Kei. Abuse his throat,” you command, trying to keep a steady voice through your wandering thoughts and thrusts. You don’t have to ask him twice, barely have to finish the three word demand and he’s walking around to the other side of the bed. 

He gets to see the side that you don’t get to see, the mouth agape and wet lashes. All that you get to see is the smirk that plagues the bottom half of Kei’s face as soon as Tadashi is in view. Your thrusts are slower now, but still at a steady enough pace to appreciate the subtle ripples in the fat of Tadashi’s ass, letting Kei get a good hold on the situation, giving up just a small fraction of your control so that Kei can have his way with Tadashi. 

You offer a bit of advice as Kei is undoing his buckle. “It’s easy to pleasure Kei,” you breathe, “You just let him do whatever he wants to you.” You can practically feel Tadashi tighten around you. 

“Open,” Kei says as soon as his cock is exposed to the air. “Wider than that, Tadashi, don’t insult me.” Both of Kei’s hands are braced on either side of Tadashi’s face as Kei pushes the tip of his cock past Tadashi’s lips. “Just like that, good.” Kei’s voice is monotonous, if only a bit condescending. “Keep that hole nice and tight for me.”

You watch Tadashi shiver as he drinks up every single word. Tadashi has been on the reciprocating end of Kei’s smart mouth before, but not like this. Even the last time he was in this room with the two of you, the directions that he was following only affected himself. Tadashi knows how poor he’s been at pleasing you in the past and he really just wants to be good, wants to listen and learn.

Kei shallowly thrusts in and out of Tadashi’s mouth, the head of his cock repeatedly slipping past Tadashi’s wet lips. “Use that slutty fucking tongue, Tadashi. You’re not doing anything, just sitting there getting railed, the least you could do is move your tongue.” Kei lets his head fall back, something evidently changing in the technique that Tadashi is using. “Good.”

The more that Kei seems to be enjoying it, the deeper his thrusts go, the faster his pace. It doesn’t take long for Kei to start using Tadashi like he uses you. If Tadashi didn’t look like he was enjoying himself as much as he did, pushing back onto your cock, whimpering and gagging around Kei’s, you would have stopped and taken his place. 

He couldn’t make you come for years, even as you tried to guide him, begged him as you cried out instructions, but there was something so different about the way he’s going down on Kei. 

You had directed him in the past, nudged his face where you wanted it to be, wrapped your legs around his neck to pull him deeper, but none of it mattered. He just couldn’t make you come. 

But there was something so distinctly different about the way Kei was treating Tadashi. There was no begging or asking, and directing wasn’t the right word, neither was guiding. Kei now has a commanding hold of Tadashi’s face, one hand on either side as he moves Tadashi’s mouth up and down his cock. His hips are still, letting Tadashi’s head bob through the complete motion. 

When Kei’s methods catch your eye, you can’t help but stop to take it in, no longer watching the ripples in his skin as your hips meet his ass, now watching it unfold from this angle, from behind Tadashi, your cock engulfed by his tight hole.

Kei’s long fingers bracket Tadashi’s face, pushing into his jaw, neck, cheek, wherever he could reach, and wherever he needed to adjust to get the most perfect angle. It’s mesmerizing. 

And it’s so different from the way he handles you. Sometimes he holds your face like that, moves you so agonizingly slow on his length that your throat will hurt for days after, but there’s always an amount of trust. 

This in front of you? The way that Kei is so meticulously moving Tadashi, the way that he’s leaving nothing up to assumption or interpretation, this is Kei teaching. 

He’s wordless about it, doesn’t teach Tadashi through verbal instructions or lengthy explanations, he just shows him exactly what he wants. It’s almost more condescending than if Kei was talking down to him in a way, like he’s too stupid to understand what he means, so he can only show him. 

You don’t think Tadashi catches this or thinks this far or has any thoughts at all right now other than controlling his breathing and every single muscle in his mouth and throat. It’s not a normal state of being, you know that well. 

You catch a glimpse of Kei’s face, manage to pull your attention away from the thick cock splitting Tadashi open and Kei’s strong hands on Tadashi’s jaw. His face is strewn with pleasure and concentration. You don’t normally get to watch Kei from this angle nor this intently. You watch his eyebrows furrow together, his jaw clench between slow exhales, his features soften and his eyes flutter close every once and awhile. You’re cursing yourself for never having filmed the two of you having sex. You would watch this on repeat if you could.

“Kei,” you breathe, ready to repeat yourself on account of how quiet his name is in comparison to the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls. Kei looks up at you immediately with an air of confusion, waiting for another command or instruction. When nothing else comes, he doesn’t break eye contact like you thought he might. He’s not paying attention to Tadashi save for the mindless thrusting. “God, you look so good right now.”

He clicks his tongue at the compliment, shaking his head a small amount before returning his focus, looking back down almost quick enough to hide the subtle blush on his cheekbones. You don’t force him to look back at you, though you know that you could, but you still want to have some sort of contact with him. You are becoming increasingly aware of how much you want to be where Tadashi is and how much you want to feel Kei’s skin on yours.

Tadashi’s voice pulls you out of it, the repetition of your name that follows his gasping for air. “Want, want to- So good- Need to come,” Tadashi manages to get out in between harsh swallows and intakes of air. 

“Not yet.” It comes out of your mouth without any thought and you realize why Kei does this so often. The sense of power that comes alongside controlling Tadashi’s orgasm is mindblowing. Even if he came right now, didn’t listen to you at all, you would have rode this high for weeks. 

Tadashi does listen, though. He whimpers a small okay before Kei starts using his throat again. You claw your fingernails into his hips, pressing hard enough to leave small indents in his soft skin, and you pull him onto your cock to match your thrusts. “Look at that, see, you didn’t need to cum, not yet, Dashi, being such a good boy.”

Kei only gets to fuck Tadashi’s throat for a few moments before Tadashi is pulling away once again. “I- I can’t hold it any longer, please,” Tadashi’s voice cracks as he begs. “Please.” You pull out in one motion leaving Tadashi gaping and empty in front of you. 

“Then come, Tadashi,” you say in a tone that is eerily as condescending as Kei’s. You run your hands down Tadashi’s side, grabbing onto his ass and spreading him open as wide as you can. “If you can’t hold it, then cum.”

Tadashi is thrusting into the air. “I- I can’t.”

“You’ve come without touching yourself before,” your voice is stern but steady at first, but as you keep thinking about it, there is a simmering underlying anger that is emerging. “Sat right there on the corner of the bed and came in your pants like a pathetic little cuck.”

You grab Tadashi by the shoulder, flipping him over onto his back. “Kei, pillow under his head so he can look at me while I’m fucking talking to him.” Kei doesn’t hesitate for a second, puts the pillow underneath Tadashi’s head so that his line of sight is directly at your face, eyes narrowed as you continue. 

“When no one is paying attention to you, when you’re watching your ex get railed and satisfied in a way that you never could, you lose your mind. You’ll shoot your load, make a fucking mess all over yourself, but when I’m here giving you everything that you could ever want, you can’t fucking come?”

You positioned yourself between Tadashi’s legs, the head of the dildo grazing his hole. “What? When Kei tells you to do it you can, but when I tell you to come after pounding my fat fucking cock in and out of you, you can’t? Do you know how fucking pathetic that is?” 

Tadashi’s chest is rising and falling faster, his breath is labored and he’s not breaking eye contact with you. You can tell just how close he is.

“I won’t tell you again. Instead, I’ll just fucking leave. Come. Now.” You wrap your hand around his throat, leaning your weight into your grip as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out and only when you ease up on your grip can you hear the gratitude that he’s repeating in between the grunts.

His come spills from the head of his cock, lazily dripping down the sides of his rock hard erection and down his twitching balls. He’s struggling to keep his hands at his side and not jerk himself off through his orgasm. 

“Is that all it took?” you scoff, pressing the head of the dildo against his asshole, catching some of his come as it drips down. “Still hard though, right, Dashi? Still want to get fucked?” You don’t give him time to answer before pushing your hips forward, slowly spearing him with your cock as tears fall from his eyes.

“Yes, fuck, please, I want to come again,” Tadashi begs, eyes not leaving yours. 

“Greedy,” you shake your head, but you can’t hide your smirk as you pick up the pace. In this position you get to watch his face as you ruin him. The tears that are running down his face, wetting his cheeks and long lashes, just make it that much hotter. His cock is slapping against his stomach as thrust in and out of him.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths are closer together, back is arching, hips rolling, and he’s nodding in your direction. “I- I’m already so close. Can- I need- I want-.”

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good, came for me without anything but my voice, took Kei’s cock so well, just tell me what you want,” you say.

No one has touched his cock all night, covered in his own come, violently twitching against himself as it slaps against his stomach. 

His eyes are screwed shut, thrusting up into nothing, consequently fucking himself on your cock, you’re sure that he’s going to ask to touch himself. In your mind, there’s no other option, nothing that he would feel comfortable enough asking for. 

It leaves his mouth so confidently. He trusts you so much, knows that you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, so he asks for exactly what he wants and he’s so assured as he does. 

“Want Tsukki’s mouth on my cock.”

You look up to see Kei’s reaction, refuse to do it if there is any sort of discomfort or distaste, but there’s nothing of the sort. He gives a short nod, a nod that Tadashi is too fucked out to notice. You don’t slow your pace or allow a falter in your rhythm as you watch Kei climb onto the bed. He’s gentle as he takes Tadashi’s cock into his mouth, captures the head first, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length. Kei doesn’t seem to struggle much, easily takes it to the base.

Tadashi is surprised despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for it so nicely. His eyes flutter shut, truly taking in every single feeling and sensation that is happening to him right now. Tadashi’s hips are thrusting up into Kei’s mouth now, moaning as he slides down Kei’s throat and then falls down onto your cock. 

“Gonna- Can I? Please,” Tadashi can barely say more than two words at a time, but you know exactly what he’s asking for. 

“Go ahead, Dashi, come, you deserve it.” 

As soon as you say the word, he’s coming down Kei’s throat. You watch it drip from the corners of Kei’s mouth as Tadashi keeps thrusting desperately. Tadashi is thanking you and thanking Kei and mumbling other words that you can’t quite pick up. His hands are roaming, trying to find a place to land. One finds a spot lightly on Kei’s shoulder and you meet the other hand with your own, locking your fingers with his as he holds onto you through his orgasm.

Kei waits for Tadashi to calm down before pulling his head off of his cock. Kei wipes his lips and you can tell there's a smart comment that wants to come out so badly, but he doesn’t get the chance to say it. 

“Thank you,” Tadashi says, eyes shutting every other second. You’re surprised that he’s still awake after two back-to-back orgasms like that. His eyebrows furrow and he perks up just a little bit, “but, wait, what about- what about you guys?”

You shake your head, carefully getting up from the bed, cautious not to disturb Tadashi as Kei gently positions him more comfortably in bed. You unbuckle the straps on your harness, taking it off and stepping out of it. You feel so light without the extra weight between your legs.

You manage to get in bed before Kei reaches for the covers and extra blankets. “This wasn’t about us,” you assure Tadashi. “Thank you for letting us in and for trusting us enough to do this again.” You feel the mattress dip behind you as Kei climbs underneath the covers he’s laid on top of the two of you. 

In the morning there will be more to say, more conversations to be had, boundaries to set and feelings to talk out, but for now… for now you are happily in bed, surrounded and warm, and you know that your company is too. 

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not fair - ch6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know exactly where you belong. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gives you even less time to answer now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ye-”

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

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

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

The thought alone could make you come on the spot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Kei. Thank you,” you repeat.

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

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

“Thank you, Kei,” you whimper. 

“Again.”

“Thank you, Kei,” you say again. 

“Again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I- Mmm. Kei,” you basically whisper. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s all true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pretty please?” he smirks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod against him, “Mhm, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Better, maybe,” he admits. 

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

“Fuck, I love you,” he reciprocates. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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