SCENERIOS, HEADCANNONS, AND BEST OF ALL, LOTS OF FLUFF AND LEMONS!!!

[CHAPTER 141/LEMON]---Sakusa Kiyoomi *Smut*

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'Her skin was blazing with heat as she rocked her hips up and down, back and forth. The springs of the billowing mattress sounded sore, much like the writhing cock six inches deep into her.'

A hint of a smirk tugged the crevice of Y/n's lips as she finished the chapter. The contents weren't so surprising at this point, being well-versed in this genre, so it was always about the execution. This erotica happens to be executed quite nicely.

She hovered a thumb above her home button before forcing herself to a decent night's sleep. Six hours was enough to maintain sanity throughout the day, but six inches was enough to keep her returning to the little orange app.

Reluctantly placing her iPad on her desk and plugging the charger inside, she loosely threw her blanket over her shoulder while turning toward the wall. Her lids were quick to fall, and in seconds the birds were chirping again. Too soon, she groaned.

In the midst of getting ready for her only class today, she texted someone she knew had been awake for the past three hours. He wakes up at 6 am every day, so assumed it natural to ask if she could come to his apartment after class.

The boy in question answered an expected, bland 'no'. She rolled her eyes, sent him a thumbs-up emoji, and went on her day.

As for the boy, he lingered a moment on her text response before also being on his way. He thought about how futile it was to deny Y/n and subtly pinched the inside of his bottom lip with one side of his canines.

A warm hum blew between his lips as his brows unfurrowed. 

 He knew honestly that the reason he denied her anything in the first place was solely to hear her voice when she complained about his decision. Though at this point in their friendship-- which he'd prefer to call a relationship because it doesn't necessarily mean romantic or platonic, but plants the subliminal seed of amor into her head...which brings him one step closer to being called boyfriend --- Y/n's somehow figured out when his 'no' actually means yes, and vice versa.

And he thought he was observative.

Anyway, he pulled down his black mask once he entered the locker room. Since high school, he's gotten better at being in crowded spaces, but bits of anxiety still triggered his nerves when he was specifically in a locker room.

The dripping mildew infused with male hormones, sweat, and pregame stress would have put him in a coma a few years back... 

But ever since he entered Y/n's apartment for the first time two years ago, he realized he could handle petty much anything at that point. He didn't give her all the blame since she has two roommates, but there really wasn't any distinction between where her trash began and theirs ended.

It's better now, though, after helping clean up for almost hours. That was actually a really nice day, he remembers, because of how many teeth were showing in her smile when she could finally lie on her floor.

His eyes retracted from their reminiscing, shiny state when more teammates entered the room. Luckily, he was soon finished and could speed to the large, air-filtered gym to briefly get off his mind while warming up his body. Though the sheer thought of her warmed him up seamlessly.