The Art of Bad Choices | Haikyuu College (EDITING)

Tongue Piercing

Terushima didn't wait even a split second before pulling Y/N on the bed and climbing on top of her. All his movements were feverish and quick, not leaving her much time to second guess what he was about to do.

His face was already so close she could feel his breath fanning over her lips when he stopped. "You know, I'm a little disappointed that nothing happened between you and that playboy. You could see with no doubt who is better, after all." He murmured, cupping her cheek, and brushing the pads of his fingers over her skin.

"You talk too much." She pointed out, pulling him in for a kiss.

Despite it being completely washed out of emotion, none of them would say that the kiss was bad. On the contrary, it held more animalistic needs than any other kiss that Y/N has ever shared with anyone. It had just one task: a foreplay leading to something much more.

Their teeth crashed against each other as they both tried to deepen the kiss, their tongues sliding over one another, not caring about taking a breath for a while.

Who needs air, anyway?

"God, I want to make you cum so many times." Terushima murmured into her mouth, the harsh movements of his lips being the exact opposite from his hand that tenderly brushed down her throat. Its journey was relatively short, since it stopped right at the mounds of Y/N's breasts, squeezing them gently as his mouth travelled a little south.

"Don't leave marks." The girl breathed out, feeling him sucking slowly on her neck, tasting her skin with his tongue. "At least not here."

Terushima grinned against her skin, feeling excitement flooding into his system with blood. Her slightly playful voice almost ignited him in flames, making his movements more erratic than he previously planned. "I'll make sure to leave them somewhere else then."

His hands reached the bottom of her blouse, sliding under it in snake-like movements, leaving a trail of shivers along the way. Terushima didn't bother to take it off, at least not yet. Something about revealing just part by part was making him go crazy.

Y/N reached down, trying to pull his shirt up, but he stopped her with just one little shake of his head, swiftly pulling the material off her hand. "Later." He said as his lips attached themselves to her neck again. "Let me taste you first."

"But it takes you so long." Y/N whined mockingly, feeling his tongue gliding over her skin in circles that almost made her head spin. The little metal ball was adding to the sensation, making her breathing hitch.

Terushima stopped his movements and pulled away, a wide grin gracing his features as he climbed down, resting his forearms on both sides of her body. "Who would guess that you are so impatient." His amused voice was lower than usual, making Y/N smile involuntarily.

Everything he did was purposeful, just like his whole existence was reduced to one thing: to make her whole body burn. Everything from his voice to his touch was rehearsed and Y/N barely thought how many girls Terushima had before her.

Was that important now?

No.

But surely it was something she wanted to ask him when they were finished. Even though the 'finish' was further than the girl initially thought.

"Help me here." The blonde smiled, undoing the button of her jeans, and hooking his fingers under the material.

Y/N raised her hips quickly, nervous, and excited at the same time. But to her surprise, Terushima didn't take her pants off completely, he lowered them to her knees just like he wanted to prevent her from moving her legs too much.