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Falling asleep to Tooru's shower of kisses is as heavenly as it can get, but waking up to those same puckering lips peppering your back wasn't something you'd be prepare for. Or his hands touching you softly running down your stomach to your bare thighs, his fingers brushing to memorize the smoothness of your skin.

You began to shift in your sleep when those pair of hands traced circles - one at your waist and the other at the side of your leg. A groggy hum erupted from your throat once you've met sunlight beaming through the window walls. Rays of light shooting through your closed eyes like a bright spotlight and you squeezed them tighter to refuse to see clearly.

"Morning, dear." Tooru's voice wakened you by muttering in your ear and you peeked a dry eye over your shoulder to glance at the man.

His eyes were also closed and dazed from his long slumber. A faint smile crept on his lips as he nudged his cheek at the back of your head and arms wrapping tighter around your naked stomach.

"What time is it?" you mumbled and then went back to shutting your eyes, trying to get the last ounce of sleep before he could answer you.

His hands kept moving and trailing up and down as you felt him gripping around your hips. "Maybe eight...?"

You just groaned in reply and drifted back to sleep but Tooru's lips distracted you from doing so by pecking behind your neck and your shoulders slowly. Your attention immediately drew on them. He was still naked as you could tell by the way he was spooning you and the skin to skin contact, and you're just as naked as he is underneath the blanket.

He pulled you closer to his hard chest, feeling the muscles in every part of his body pressing behind yours, especially a certain part of him that is between his legs pressed at your lower back, giving you a warm morning welcome.

It was his morning wood.

"Tooru...," you mumbled against the pillow when he kissed at the crook of your neck and his hand rubbing down at your inner thigh. You can't help but to feel good the way he was touching you so pleasantly despite your need to sleep. "It's early."

"It is," he replied back amusingly.

You chuckled, feeling him squeeze one of your breasts and massage them so delicately. A blissful sigh is how you reacted at his hand and he took that as encouragement.

"I meant , it's early," you corrected, hoping he doesn't play dumb this time but of course, he was only acting innocent.

He understood but didn't stop himself from persisting, and then relieving a relaxed breath against your neck when the same hand moved pass down in between your ass to touch at your warm pussy. Your body flinched at the sudden movement and legs squirmed.

"I'll be quick. I promise," Tooru assured with a whisper against your ear again and stroke his middle finger in between your folds. "¿Por favor, mi amor?"

You didn't know how or why you find it so sexy how he spoke a different language to you. The way how he sounded dropped in silk with a hint of his Japanese accent. It was cute, smooth, but incredibly hot at the same time.

Without any sense of reason, you instinctively arched your back to his familiar finger sliding up and down at your aching cunt. Your breathing started to shorten when he moved a bit faster at your response.

"Can't get enough?" you wanted to laugh but a gasp filled your throat when he continuously rubbed at your favorite spot with his two fingers, moaning quietly against the pillow.

Tooru chuckled under his breath and his hand switched position, creeping over your thigh to rub at the same spot on your clit from the front. Shamelessly, your legs opened up for him to have access.

"I'm not the only one," he smiled at your reaction and commanded coyly. "Open wider. I want to make you cum first with my finger only."

And you did, so he can keep rubbing at the spot where you're most pleased. It wasn't harsh, but he teased in playful strokes and lightly flick his fingertip at the pulsating muscle to lubricate yourself by the teasing action. You instantly moaned and waved your hips at his curling finger touching almost nothing but the skin of your nub, trying to place yourself over his hand to find the good spot to get you on your high.

"Right here?" he talked to you through and continued to move his finger in every area around your clit with the same flicking motion.

Then you stopped yourself from wriggling when he found your bud and he repeatedly curled his finger to give it nice and anticipating flicks. "Sh-Shit-...," you stuttered and clenched your muscles tighter at the twitching sensation, throwing your arm behind you to grab his head. "Keep doing that."

Then Tooru decided to kiss behind your jaw and whisper sweet nothings in your ear for you to get lost in your imaginations, flicking vigorously at your swollen bean.

"God, I want to lick you so bad," he whined while rutting his hips against yours at the feeling of your drooling pussy soaking his finger. "I would stick out my tongue and move how my finger is going. At this nub. Sucking it with my lips. So softly and slowly, my tongue would just barely touch at your twitching cunt."

"Fuck," you panted harshly by hearing the venom in his voice at the last words and wrapped your other hand around his wrist at your abdomen. Soon you whimpered and swayed your hips at his stroking finger. "I want your tongue in me."

"Yeah?" He groaned by how damp you felt against his hand and obliged to carry on. "Licking you up and down? With my hot and wet tongue? Fucking it slowly?"

"Fuck it faster," you moaned angrily after he slowed his finger, but then increased his speed by your command. Oddly still pleasurable when you snapped your legs together, trapping his hand in your cunt but Tooru didn't argue and kept rubbing at a speedy pace.

He moaned at the slick sounds emitting from your folds and at the idea that you were getting off just by touching. He wasn't even close to fingering you, just merely rubbing, feeling your muscle tense against his hand.

"There!" You inhaled deeply and a knot came to your stomach when his hips thrusted up against your lower back, his precum smearing against your skin. "Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum."

Tooru's tongue licked at the lobe of your ear once you neared and came on his hand that is now palming your whole beating clit and moving in circular motions. You cried a series of moans hitching in your throat as he moaned with you for sake of feeling inclusive.

"I have to fuck you. Now," he grunted desperately.

His hand pulled away and left you empty, growling while he reached behind him to pull another one of his packaged condoms from his drawer and tore it in between his teeth.

You watched his hands roll down the latex on his throbbing dick that is now fully hard and lengthy. He smirked at your needy expression and hoisted your knee up so his erection patted underneath your soaked entrance.

"Can't wait for the day I won't have to wear a condom when we do this again," he muttered which caught you in surprise. "I'll be stuffing you until you're so full of me." Amazed, you couldn't wait for him to live up to that promise.

You mewled when he entered slowly behind you, soon pounding you sideways with the help of your previous cum easing him in and out. He still felt big and long in you that you kept gasping against the pillow and winced when you felt yourself aching from last night.

Tooru groaned and allowed you to face down with your hips slightly raised off the bed so he could thrust in easily with your leg hooked against the mattress. His lower body bounced relentlessly against your ass, shoving the blanket off of his back when you two are starting to build sweat by the overwhelming warmth.

The sweet sounds of skin slapping and your wet cunt getting abused felt so familiar as the brunette repeated his brute pace and pecked kisses at your shoulder.

His hands planted over your head to watch your ass meeting his thrusts, seeing that you were needing him also. Tooru bit his bottom with a wicked smile and hummed, slapping at your full cheek to induce you to keep going, knowing well enough that you liked getting spanked by him. Your moans only encouraged him to do so. Somehow, his slap felt much harder against your bruised skin.

"Such a naughty girl," he grunted when his head lowered behind your head and you gripped the bed tighter at his choppy thrusts mercilessly penetrating you. He was getting lost in his lustful world and the heat in your squeezing pussy. "You want daddy's cum?"

His tip reached far back to your cervix when he raised your hips higher once you two were on your knees but your face dropped on the mattress, unable to lift your head by the overwhelming pleasure that Tooru is giving you.

His hands tightly gripped at your waist to drill himself harder and faster, causing you and the bed to shake underneath him.

"Oh, T-Tooru! S-So good!" You wanted to scream but only loud moans erupted in your throat by his monstrous pace. Airy breaths escaped from him at each thrust and he threw his head back with closed eyes, focusing on getting himself to cum with you.

Then both of his hands gripped at your cheeks to draw you back and in to his stiff dick pounding you so loudly. Both of you moaning wildly in the room until Tooru gasped at your walls sucking him in willingly and felt your cum coating his spazzing cock. One of his hand reached quickly under your stomach to rub fiercely at your clit, sending you to a place that is unimaginable and unholy.

He pulled out to watch his wet dick tapping at your ass cheek just the way you like it. Then, he lowered himself to press his chest against your now curved back.

"Fuuck," his word stretched in relief at the intense pleasure and thrusted a few more times to prolong his high, humming and pressing his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, appreciating your slick folds with the pads of his fingers. "Oh my god, that was so good. You came so hard."

Indeed, he was right. Your thighs were drenched as well as his. You were so sure that the bed had its fair share of sweat and cum due to a long night and eventful morning. You lost count how many times you orgasmed and you can only count twice for him.

The man has such a high stamina. You're so thankful that he can last long.

"I can do this all day if I want to," he laughed just when you were thinking about his drive. Enthusiasm oozed from his lips when he hugged you from behind, squishing you against the bed after disposing his used condom. "Let's take a bath together."

He sounded like a child the way he sounded so eager - excited to share another memorable moment with you like a lovey dovey couple stuck in honeymoon.

You attempted turn but stopped when pain shot through your hips with legs trembling in shock. "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Tooru's face filled with concern when he felt your body twitched underneath him. He peeled away from you, anticipating your answer by stroking his hand over your shaking leg in a soothing manner. "Are you hurt?"

"I-..." His brow arched in worry but you chuckled with a grimaced face. "I can't move."

He spitted a laugh with a cute pink blush coloring his cheeks at your response. "Did I do too much?"

"I think you did more than just 'too much'," you winced again when he massaged a certain area where the muscle is tensed.

Tooru pouted sadly at your state but you knew he wanted to grin ear to ear for being so full of himself and his proud sex. Your annoyance washed away after he kissed and patted your head with a murmur, "I'm sorry, sweetie. Do you have anything to wipe your make up off?"

"It should be in my clutch," you motioned your head to the direction where the kitchen is at.

He nodded, "I'll get it."

After kissing you again, Tooru hopped off the bed with his briefs hugging every shape of his hip area but he didn't bother putting on anything else just in case you wanted to stare. You did whether he had clothes on or off. As he stretched his back muscles, you caught a glimpse of your claw marks on him from his shoulders to his lower back. It was very faint to your relief, but still noticeable.

Guess you did too much on him too.

It didn't take long for him to retrieve your bag and your phone, placing them by your side before heading his way to his master bathroom.

"I'll get the bath ready for us," Tooru paused and then pointed at your phone that's in your hand. "Oh, and I think your friend, Naomi, called you. If I were you, you should call her back."

It didn't sound like a serious advice since his smile only stretched wider, then he took off in his bathroom to hear the tub gushing water. Did he peek at your phone earlier?

You didn't ask why and just glanced down at your screen to see numerous of replies from your social media. Many of your past friends sent you comments of how hot Tooru looked during your date. Some were surprised that you're dating a star athlete and envious. Your pride is getting a meal out of this as a knowing smile crossed your lips at the glorious compliments.

Then Naomi's texts and several missed calls blasted all at once around eight o'clock last night to midnight.

"Hey bitch. Ushijima and I are wondering if you and Oikawa want to do a double date this weekend. His boy can come along!"

Sent, 8:01 pm.

"Uh, are you getting dick or what? Your man is looking hella fine on your social."

Sent, 8:30 pm.

"Wait! Are you really getting dicked down right now? You're not replying!"

Sent, 9:27 pm.

"Okay okay. You're getting dick. I should leave you alone, huh?"

Sent, 10:10 pm.

"DAMN! You're still going at it? He must be sooooo good! Text me when you're finished, baby."

Sent, 10:48 pm.

"Okay bitch. He must be breaking you if you're not responding. You deserve good dick though. I know it's been six years since you last got railed, but damn!"

Sent, 10:49 pm.

"Make a wish!"

Sent, 11:11 pm.

"Alright, fine! I'm going to sleep! You're such a whore! Tell me how good he is when you wake up or else I'm going to have a search warrant for his place."

"I love you. Goodnight."

Sent, 11:52 pm.

You palmed your face in your by the stupid messages she left, basically making a conversation with herself like a mad woman. What an annoying, nosy bitch.

Just to calm her tits, you only sent a winking emoji with a tongue. That will ease her mind for a bit, or might do the exact opposite.

You heard Tooru turned the faucet off from the bathroom and returned to the room. "It's ready," he called but saw your face is still covered in your old make up. "You didn't take it off."

"Sorry, just catching up on texts," you informed as he sat at the edge of the bed and unzipped your clutch to find disposable make-up wipes.

The cold wet wipes rubbed around your cheek while Tooru obliged to remove the skin-tone dust from your face. "Well, if you're curious, I'm free this weekend."

So he did read your texts. That bastard.

"Didn't mean to look," he added quickly when he saw the distortion on your appearance. The cleansed towel swiping the old eyeliner and mascara from your eyes, folding each side to make use of the single wipe. "It was out there in the open."

"It's alright," you shrugged, closing your eyes for him to get the last smudge of your makeup. "I'll text her what she wants to do."

Tooru noted it, taking another wipe from the package to give your face a final clean before throwing them in the trash. He peered back at you. "Lets get in before the water gets cold."

He scooped your naked form from the bed with an arm hooking under your knees and his other around your waist, flexing so strongly to carry you like you're light weight. You curled yourself against his chest and circled your weak arms around his neck. His feet met the gray tiles in his bathroom until you were near by a stone tub surrounded in wood against a pair of windows looking out the city. It looked beautiful with a touch of modern and Asian style. It felt like a sauna in there.

The steam rose underneath you when he dipped you in the hot water, not too hot but it was the perfect temperature for your body to adjust quickly. Tooru stripped himself again to join you and help you get completely soaked. He faced you with his legs stretched, trapping you in between them so he can kiss you passionately while lathering up soap over your torso.

You were too busy making out with him to pay attention how clean you got, instead you just left it to him to care of it. Your skin became slippery under his hands from the soap, roaming all over your body in substantial rubs over your arms, shoulder, neck and down to your chest and stomach. Bathing with him is a lot more sexual than actually doing it with him on the bed, you thought.

His brown locks instantly became wet by your hands running through his hair. He had to pull away from your lips to brush his tresses back from sticking to his face. He smiled shyly at you and apologized for his hair dripping water onto your eyes but you were distracted how manly and sexy he looked with wet hair. Despite your mind in the gutter, he went back to kissing you and thrusting his tongue in your open mouth.

You wish you could've given him the same treatment in washing his hair the way he does it, massaging your head with a relaxing pressure and let his fingers comb at your hair with shampoo and conditioner. Tooru didn't mind you not washing him due to your sore body, obliging to rinse your hair with the shower head that's hooked against the wooden wall. You just laid on the other side of the tub to let him wash his own hair, scratching at his scalp much more fiercely and throwing water on himself compare to his care on you.

He gotten up first to dry himself after a full head and body rinse so he can assist you getting out of the tub. His white towel wrapped around his hips before he scooped you from the bath and sat you on the stone edge to dry off your feet and legs with another towel in his hands.

You almost fell forward when you attempted to stand but Tooru caught your shaking form once your legs felt like noodles.

"Relax," he giggled with a boyish smile, amused at your stubbornness and wrapped a long towel around you before lifting you in his arms again. "You're like a fawn learning how to stand. It's so cute."

No matter how many compliments or how much he cooed, you felt even more flustered at how embarrassingly disabled you are. It was all of his work that made you this way and he just stood there laughing at you at his work.

His phone rang from the bathroom counter, alerting him to put you down on the leathered stool in front of the mirror with vanity light glowing around the edges. You recognized this spot, thinking back at the photo he sent you while you were out shopping with Naomi.