Keyakizaka46 one shots

Your hands - Yuukanen (bdsm)

Yuuka was never scared of death, she would always say that the world was surrounded with death every second of every moment so she never had any reason to avoid it. Choking was something she didn't think of as arousing until was 16. She read a story, one the expressed the detail and the feeling of what it was to feel a pair of strong hands wrapped around a delicate neck; how it felt to not be able to close your eyes and stare into your partner and see how fucking mind blowing to think that her fate was sealed. Akane was younger by only a couple years and she always saw her sexuality as something that didn't matter especially when she first caught the sight of the round eyed girls hands. 

She never hesitated to ask her and with a shock she saw Akane give her a grin and gently drag her to the bedroom. It was different the way Akane took control, it wasn't their soft gentle Akane; this was moriya fucking Akane. It was so enticing to see her big eyes glistening with lust and her voice turning into silk as she ordered her to get naked and touch herself. Thankfully Akane didn't set a pace and Yuuka was allowed to fuck herself with purpose and desperation. Akane's name would escape her lips with a desperate moan but the younger girl stood there at the edge of her bed and watched with a face that showed no emotion. 

Loud whines would escape her lips and her eyes stayed glued to the vice captain. She was so close and with a desperate plea of, "now, your hands, i need them." the feeling was abrupt, Akane's hands wrapped around her neck smoothly and a shiver was sent down her spine. Akane's thumbs on the end of her neck above her collar bones were the first amount of pressure she felt; then she felt the deep breath she took come to a halt. Her brain's alarm system went off and her eyes were wider than she had ever had them and she was met with Akane's face which looked like an angel. Her hips were rolling frantically and she could faintly hear how her fingers would slide in and out of her. The amount of sweat on her body increased and she wanted to close her eyes, her body was ready to give in. 

"Not yet beautiful, not when you haven't come for me." Her mouth opened and wanted to let out a loud moan but it was silence and her eyes rolled behind her head and all she remembers is the soft, "my beautiful art piece, sleep you did so good." The pressure was gone and her heart was beating erratically. Her body was pulsating and she felt a big tired smile gracing her lips. Her chest heaves.
she's it.