꒰ ☕️ ꒱ - # ENTRY THREE ˎˊ˗

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JUST FOR AKAASHI KEIJI,
ENTRY THREE.

I remember after college Koutaro insisted that we all have a reunion, he even rented out a whole resort for the fun of it! For the theme; everyone dressed up as their dream jobs. I saw old and new faces, people that I got acquainted with in a short period of time.

As for me I wore a police uniform — not because I wanted to be one, but it's the only outfit I have in my closet. I couldn't be bothered that time, 'cause I know one way or another, the clothing would be ruined anyways.

And I was right.

We were both wasted that night.

The prolonged eye contacts, subtle physical touches, and the teasing grins we gave each other across the pool area — I think was the reason why the burning lust and passion inside of us set aflame.

Our lips danced in an easy rhythm the moment we came in contact, and before I knew it, you had me pinned on the bed in one of the guest rooms. Things escalated pretty quickly; from muttering poetically sweet words to stripping out of our clothes and caressing each other's bare skin.

You know what spiced things up? When you took the realistic toy gun from the floor and shoved the nose in my mouth slightly to shut me up because there are people outside asking if we're okay. It wasn't really enough to muffle my screams of pleasure though; good thing Kuroo was drunk as fuck to remember it the next day.

Can you blame me? You're just so good — you hit every spot so well. And when you mutter praises in my ear as i take you in? Hell, the sensation was addicting.

"Don't cover that pretty face of yours [Y/n], I want to see your expression while I fuck you dumb"

"Keiji.. S'good.."

"You feel so amazing [Y/n], such a good girl"

We really were wasted. However we did not drink, we did not smoke — we're full on sober. Perhaps what made us feel tipsy was the overbearing emotions we cannot put into words, and so we allowed our actions to explain it.

From whispering sweet nothings, to experimenting with our desires; wordplay turns into gunplay.

FROM ONLY YOURS TRULY, [L/N] [Y/N].





























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