Hitoka Yachi's big sister comes back after a few years in America. After reuniting with her sister and working on building their relationship, she gets caught up in the volleyball team her sister manages. Is it the end of y/n's flirty persona now th...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
⚠️⚠️ This chapter is almost completely smut. If you don't like that, then I advise you to skip this chapter.⚠️⚠️
The month was here. Our last exams were done, and only the future was before us.
All we did these days was prepare for graduation, and after school, we waited anxiously for letters deciding what our lives would be like for the following years. I was more nervous than Daichi. He believed in me way more than I believed in myself, and even though that is a good thing, my stomach turned every time I thought of the future.
Where was I next year? Who am I with?
Daichi was folding his clothes at the dinner table while I stared at the people moving on the television screen.
"You okay?" He appeared beside me, falling into the open space to my right.
I hummed, not sure what else to say.
"You're worried about school again." He sighed, placing his hand on my neck and massaging the knots.
I hummed again, leaning into his movement.
"It's going to be okay. Whatever happens, we'll be okay." He smiled as he said that, so sure of his statement.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, attaching myself like a magnet. His shoulders were strong underneath me, supporting me without a problem. The roughness of his fingers glided over my back, drawing circles over my top.
"I know," I finally answered.
He placed his hands on my waist and pushed me away from him to look at my face. His thumb ran over my lower lip, orbs moving between my eyes and mouth. I was the first to move forward, capturing his lips with mine. He groaned at the action, hardening his grip on my waist. They slowly moved down over my bum, caressing the part of me that started moving against him.
He groaned against my mouth, pushing his chest up closer to me.
"Let's not think anymore." I huffed between kisses, grasping his hair between my fingers.
His hands came under my upper thigh, lifting me with him as he stood. The stairs came faster than expected, and he stumbled onto the first step, careful not to let go of me. He chuckled with me as he continued to move upwards towards his bedroom. My back hit the wall, surprising us both, before he flung it open, threw me onto the bed and kicked it close again.
I crawled back to the top of the bed while watching him pray towards me. His hands made quick work of his shirt as he lifted it over his head before leaving it behind him.
"Practiced?" I smirked and nodded to the now abandoned material.
His lips moved upwards, but he didn't have time to answer as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to him. I gasped as my ass met his hips, and he leaned over me, rubbing his clothed erection on me.
