#using one of my old drafts…

—moon halo.

“Mh, what did you say?” he asks, shaking your bed violently, pounding deep into your hole - as if he can’t see you not wrecked by his own cock.

“Would you fancy for my likes to stop?” he asks again, non-chalantly, a deep growl in his rasping vocals, his breath just slightly, but unceremoniously ragged and his eyes fiery and oozing the heat he is using to melt you from inside. His cocky grin is a permanent feature of his face, but you can’t afford to be fooled. Not by him; not when any misstep would cost you your dignity, your mental peace, your pride. You certainly know that the only reason he is behaving confidently because his thick cock is making you moan your heart out, and tears are pooling right in the corner of the eye without your consent - as a reminder that being fucked by him is an honour, a privilege, a luxury you are privy to because for some fucking reason Tsukishima Kei decided that your pussy hugs him tight enough to have his breath hitched, and Kei loves that sensation just a bit more than he is willing to admit to himself.

You pussy is already clenching around Kei’s shaft, pulsating and making you feel lightheaded, but you try to resist what you know has been coming for a while; but you don’t want to give Kei the satisfaction of seeing you cum first, again, for the third time. But Kei isn’t just school smart, he is also one of the sharpest people you know, and the widening mocking curve of his lips tells you what his vocal chords don’t: he knows you are holding back.

Kei then lowers his head towards your ear, licking the outer shell, making your entire body you shiver, your toes curling for the amount of arousal wrecking through you body, your fists clenching the sheets - your nipples stiff and demanding, and his cock still pounding you in the way which will let itself be known the next day in your step, and the slow pace you lower yourself to your seat.

“It’s not like you to refrain,” Kei taunts evil and punishing, “don’t you want to cum?” And you’d like to answer that you do, you crave the sweet release and abandonment, the bliss of orgasm but you’re tight lipped and the yearning to close your eyes and scream is tempting you more each second. You dig your nails into his back instead and do your best to make your voice steadier than you’re sure it would sound if you were to talk right now: “I don’t see you coming either. You’re not satisfied enough?”

Clenching your pussy around him two times, quickly in a sequence, earns you a hiss - and a deeper thrust, a drill into your hips. “If you wanted to see, all you had to do was ask” Kei responds, and as soon as he is done talking you feel yourself emptied out, and Tsukishima Kei jerking himself off, white thick cum pooling on your stomach, with few drops spreading on your breasts and a single one, ending up right on your neck - warm. Now, it’s now a game anymore, just the ending of a day where the moon shines ove r your naked, dirty bodies, Kei fitting himself into your cunt once again, to finish the job. It takes a few thrusts, all of which you’re sure are calculated to the centimetre as all of them hit your G-spot with scary accuracy, and you’re rambling off to a forgotten God, blabbering non-sense, while Kei lets your ride your orgasm and goes to grab you a tissue instead.

“It wasn’t so bad to lower yourself to ask for something, wasn’t it?” Kei drawls, as he changes off his glasses and cleans your stomach from his own cum.

“One out of ten. Won’t do it again,” you answer him petty, because you’re not about to give Tsukishima Kei any more weapons than he already has against you.

“As long as you keep doing me, I can live with that,” Kei concludes, and you see his blonde hair tufts glowing in the moonlight, creating a halo around his head - making him look angelic for a split second. But you shake your head, and adjust yourself in order to rest for a few minutes, until your start to get wet again, as Kei’s fingers cross the foils of your sweet flesh, and his lips steal away another piece of you: as if what he has taken so far, was not enough. As if nothing you ever give him, is enough to satisfy his desires. Not now, not ever, not him.

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