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Part 4

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It was liberating to know you could have this freeness with him, you wanted all of him and when you kissed him and Chifuyu kissed you right back you knew he wanted the same thing.

Chifuyu stood off the bed leaving you to lament the loss of pressure his knees had delivered between your legs. He peeled off his pants without a stitch of shyness and you couldn't hold back a smile.

Your eyes travelled like wanton tourists across his form, your eyes widening as they halted at the outline of his cock behind grey spandex-cotton. His briefs tented and did little to hide his massive erection, but from the smile threaded through his expression you figured that was entirely his intention. Your tongue absently wiped across your swollen bottom lip as your sex thrummed at the prospect of been filled with that.

Fuck you hoped he knew how to use it.

Chifuyu climbed back onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs. His fingers trickled like tumbleweed down your back until they reached the clasp of your bra. He unclipped it with the one-handed precision of a surgeon. You walked the straps of the black bra down your arms.

It was an intimate moment that broke the hurriedness of the ones that had come before but not enough of a lull that you even contemplated putting a stop to this delicious nonsense. The time for backing out had well and truly passed. You were doing this.

Chifuyu stooped to kiss your neck. Gentle ribbons of kisses passing over silken skin. You hummed at the enticing nature of it as he made his way up to your ear, delivering one final, deep kiss just below the join of it.

"What exactly do u want, baby?" he whispered before he pulled back to await your answer.

Those had been the first words he'd spoken since he kissed you what seemed like a life time ago and he hadn't wasted them, the sultry growl of them like music to your arousal.

You matched his wicked grin with one of your own as you ferried your hand under the waistband of his briefs and grabbed the centre of his thick, pulsing shaft. Your fingers barely met as you gave him three sharp tugs, "I want you Matsuno"

Chifuyu smiled, that was all the answer he needed. He kissed your warm lips, encasing your swollen bottom one with a gentle caresses to ease it. He wanted to bite it, to feel your body writhe in pleasure, but for now he would sooth it with his lips and calm it with his tongue.

You lay onto the bed as Chifuyu dropped your lip from his. His fingers spilled down your chest, drawing with invisible ink the path his kiss would take.

He started at the tip of your breast bone before veering right. His teeth grazed the round of your pert breast and an aching sigh leaked from your mouth. His hand cupped your lonely breast causing you to arch your back in reply. His tongue skirted the rim of your coiled nipple, stroking over the lines of your areola. You didn't hold back your whimpered moans of appreciation and Chifuyu’s ears drunk in each one as his mouth happily assisted in creating them.

Chifuyu pressed his knee between your legs and you tipped your head back with an impulsive and hungry cry. You couldn't remember if you had ever made such a sound before, but you were fairly certain no one had ever given you reason to. The pressure of his knee forging between your folds felt amazing and you could feel you ass lifting off the bed to try and ride that sensation longer. His lips never left your breast but you could feel him smiling against your skin as he thrust his knee into you causing a vivid and gratifying tremble through your sex.

He feasted on your hardened nipple, batting it around his mouth as his lips caress your breast and his chin kneaded at the underside. His teeth nipped at you lightly to gauge your reaction and when you mewled salaciously Chifuyu bit you again, a little harder, before the flat of his tongue smoothed across it.

Eager to taste the other parts of your body he dropped your breast from his mouth, sealing with a kiss and an unspoken promise to return there later.

His lips travelled down your body. Your skin so soft and your body supple. Your scent was like flowers he couldn't name and your skin was awash with a veil of sweat. Chifuyu could have spent hours discovering you but the closer he got to the intoxicating scent of your arousal the closer he became to needing his own release, the aching down the underside of his cock a clear indicator he would not last hours.

His teeth scouted the rim of your panties. Your scent permeated through Chifuyu’s body and tugged him further down yours until his lips impulsively danced a kiss over the top of your panties. You whimpered and keened into it because you were as achingly ready for this as he was.

Chifuyu stilled himself just a few moments longer as he imagined sinking himself into you, feeling your body swell and encase him while he discovered your soft walls... Holy shit, he's never wanted anything more.

It's desire wrapped in want and baked in need.

Your foot dove under the waistband of his briefs, trawling them down his ass while your legs encased him. He replied by kicking his briefs down his legs and shaking them onto the floor, his body now completely naked. Chifuyu leaned down onto you, walking his lips back up to the breast he had neglected the first time. The tip of his cock rubbed across the soft silk panties and he groaned instinctively at the contact.

Those perfectly presentable panties suddenly became like fire against your skin as you felt his long, hard cock skimming against you in the most erotic torture your body has ever endured. You snagged your lip between your teeth, biting it to the point of leaving deep indentations along the rim of it.

Chifuyu spent his time teasing your nipple, toying it between teeth and tongue and sinking his mouth around it until your body was wracked with explosive longing and your breath dripping with impassioned pleas. His mouth left off you as he sat back onto his knees. He touched a finger under the curtain of your panties, lightly skimming it between your folds. You were soaked, ready, and so was he...almost. His eyes walked up your body, noticing the way your lips were puckered, your breath was ragged and your chest was rising and falling in a haphazardly.

Chifuyu guided your feet onto his knees and he couldn't help but notice how fucking delicious they looked. Manicured, they're smooth and soft and when your toes dug into his thighs he could suddenly think of at least 10 things he would like to do with those feet given half the chance.

But for now...

His fingers folded over the waist of your panties as he eased them down and over your mound. He dragged them slowly up your legs like the incline of a rollercoaster while his fingers skated the inside of your thighs. He found devilish delight in watching as your lips fell open and your eyes closed with heavy blinks. He paused at the rise of your knees, teetering the panties on the edge before, with a magician's whoosh, he swept them down your calves and off your feet.

Then he took of the black skirt that resembled a belt at your hips. Now you were completely naked and Chifuyu eyes drunk in each inch of it as he hovered above. His arm stretched out and rummaged blindly in the drawer beside the bed until it returned with a condom.

You watched him as he sat back on his heels.

Your fingertips drew around his upper chest, discovering the skin underneath was as smooth as you had thought it was.

Chifuyu smiled as his eyes stayed locked to yours and he clasped the corner of the condom packet between his teeth. His head dropped towards your navel with his lips stopping two inches from kissing it. He weaved his head up your form, dragging the edge of the foil packet along your body. You writhed and arched underneath it as the corner pricked at your skin. He lifted the packet over your chest before lowering it back down between your breasts. He snaked it across your breast and you moaned hot slithers of air as it grazed the very tip of your sensitive nipple.

Chifuyu finished the trail where he had once started kissing all those drawn minutes ago and he dropped the condom between your breasts.

"Your move baby," he rasped with a voice that was as gravelly as it was thick. If sex had a voice, that was it.

Without breaking from the entrenched stare you retrieved the packet and lifted your back from the bed. Your sinful lips now swollen encased the edge of the packet before your teeth tore it open. Chifuyu’s cock twitched excitedly as his eyes devoured the very sight of it. With your eyes never staving off course you sat up higher and took his cock in both hands. A coy smile drew up the corner of your lips as you rolled the on the condom, deliciously slow.

Fuck yes.

Chifuyu scooped his arm around your waist lifting you onto his lap before he angled you just above the tip of his cock then slid his head inside you. You gasped with a heavy, thick breath of misty, hot air as your back arched downwards with your hair brushing against the bed. He slid you further down his shaft while his free hand rolled finger tracks down your taut chest.

You tilted your hips as you took another inch of him inside you, reacting with soft and yearning moans to every movement. You were wet and slick and tight and even through the condom Chifuyu could feel every second of it and then you clenched. You fucking clenched like you were doing Kegel exercises around his cock. The shockwave was instant and glorious and Chifuyu had to hold himself back from coming right then, because he wanted. But he needed to be buried inside you, completely, when that happened.

He dropped your body to the mattress and with at least half his cock still inside your clenched walls, he took only a second to adjust his angle before he pounded deeper inside you. You took him completely with ravenous, unfettered cries of pleasure. You squeezed around him, your walls constricting and retracting as Chifuyu began to thrust.

Your toes curved around his thighs as your nails dug into his back and fuck if he doesn't enjoy the shit out of that. Chifuyu’s lips devoured your neck with a barrage of hot, wet kisses as he quickly lost his mind, to the point he couldn't remember his date of birth if anyone asked.

He had one of your hands pinned against the headboard though he didn't know when that had happened. Your hands looked tiny against his large ones.

He plunged in harder, completely filling you to the hilt and you retaliated by sinking your teeth into his shoulder. He growled predatorily while you lathed your tongue across the marks that he was sure to wear tomorrow, not that he minded because he didn't, your ferocity simply added to the attraction.

With you still impaled on him, Chifuyu fell back onto his knees and lifted you easily into the air. He didn't want to withdraw from inside you, but...

With lightning speed he flipped you and you landed perfectly on the palms of your hands. Your back was like a smooth wave and his fingers rode it from the base of your neck down to that perfect ass.

His mouth began to salivate as he thought about sinking his teeth into your naked fleshy cheek or tapping it sharply with four fingers if you would let him – maybe you would, but in case you wouldn't Chifuyu wasn't of the mind to risk it.

His hand combed into your tousled hair before gently lifting your head. His other arm wrapped across your shoulders before he entered you again with a wet moan dripping from your lips until the base of his cock pressed against your smooth cheeks.

Part five here -> 5

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Part 3

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After a few minutes he led you into his apartment and shut the door behind him quietly.

He slowly moved forwards you so that he was behind you. “So, you liked me back then too, hm?” Chifuyu asked, his voice was low and thick, almost a growl that permeated through your entire body like a heatwave.

You turned slowly, where not a single part of your bodies touched. Your lips were so close that they shared breaths and yet they didn’t touch.

“Yes,” you whispered, your eyes locked with his.

“I guess we should both be happy that this reunion took place.” Chifuyu rasped, his voice thick with ardour.

You drew your thumb over his lower lip, splaying it under a little pressure as you tugged it down toward his chin before it sprung back up and Chifuyu wet it with a single stroke of his tongue.

And then you kissed it. It was barely more than a graze of hungry lips against wet ones. Like a playful breeze that danced across his lips with promises unspoken and desires unreleased. It was a feather. His one lip encased between your two until you started to pull away.

Chifuyu’s hands latched around your back and you smiled back into the kiss. It pressed deeper, laced with more fervour and licentious need. He turned you and your shoes skated across the dark polished wood. You both stumbled backwards, blindly engrossed in a war of lips and tongues until your thighs hit the hall table, toppling a few picture frames he had there.

His hands gripped your waist like he was going to lift you before they travelled up your sides, the tips of his fingers grazing against your naked skin.

“Let’s head to the bedroom,” Chifuyu spoke with a husky voice before his teeth nipped at your lower lip.

You didn’t hesitate to nip him back before you shifted from against the hall table and Chifuyu began to ascend the stairwell. He didn’t need to check you were following him because your fingers reached out and touched just the fringes of yours.

Chifuyu stopped at the second door along the landing and even though you couldn’t see his face you imagined his lips on yours again. When he opened the door and passed over the threshold of his room.

You hadn’t bothered to ask but you saw no signs of him living with a woman, or a man – you wouldn’t judge – but you were fairly certain Chifuyu slept alone in that bed, that impressively large bed with a grey headboard.

All the drawers on his dresser were closed as was the double mirrored wardrobe doors.

The next thing you knew your body was perched on the edge of his dresser. The chill of his hands careened up your spine and you soon realised that your skirt was now pushed almost all the way up your thighs. Chifuyu was stood between your legs, the width of your hips pushing them further apart and making your skirt rise even more indecently. But you didn't stop it, you didn't want to.

You grabbed his hair, letting his surprisingly messy hair touch the soft skin between your fingers before you tugged, hard.

Chifuyu responded with a bite to your lower lip, snatching it briefly between his teeth before soothing it with the edge of his tongue. You released some of the tension you had wound up in his hair but it made no difference.

He bit your lip a second time, a little harder than the first, before he again ran the tip of his tongue over it like a salve seconds later. You relinquished your grip in his hair completely, letting his dark hair float through your spread fingers instead. It was soft, ridiculously soft. Impossibly soft. Chifuyu clamped your lip a third time and they fell open on the verge of rebuking him when his tongue swarmed your mouth.

That was what he had been waiting for.

He tasted like alcohol, or maybe you did? His tongue was strong and thick and it made itself at home inside your mouth, sliding down the inside of your cheek and coiling around your tongue.

You knew that you might be a touch inebriated, but you also knew for a fact that absolutely no one has ever kissed you like this. So hungry, so carnal, so...primal. Your lips closed in around his tongue and Chifuyu growled. He actually growled. Not angry or annoyed but guttural and animalistic.

Fact. You just made Chifuyu growl. And it felt amazing reverberating through his tongue onto yours. Your hands were scattered and disorganised, eager to touch everything Matsuno Chifuyu had on offer. One skimmed his jaw with the pads of your fingers while the other disappeared under his shirt, racking manicured nails over abs. They were hot and your breasts ached to be rubbed across them.

You tore the shirt up his chest and pulled it freely from his body without any resistance from him. Your eyes feasted on him as you wet your lips, tasting his kiss still bled into the lines there. Your body shifted and arched toward him, desperate to feel some friction that this position just didn't allow for. It didn't matter how you moved, angled or how close you pulled him, you found no relief from the desperation between your legs. You wanted friction, delicious, delirious friction. Those jeans, you wanted the rough denim of them to rub against your perfectly practical black panties, like two sticks in the hands of a boy scout desperate for his fire starting merit badge.

But this position didn't afford you that and you were left with a hollow feeling and painful ache and then his hands, those beautiful hands, hitched under your skirt and sunk into the flesh of your ass, lifting you from your seat.

You gasped when the change finally blessed you with what you craved – friction. Your heat now scolding against those delectable abs. The sweat from his bare skin permeated your panties mixing with the fresh arousal that dripped between your folds. It was sinful like you were the Preacher's Daughter keening for more. More. More. Your hips bucked against him, rampant and determined to feel each ridge his stomach had to offer you. You were so focused on your primal need that you didn't even notice Chifuyu was carrying you across the room.

But your mouth grew lonely. You didn't know when or why you both had stopped kissing but within seconds of the realisation, you kissed him again. There was nothing fragile or timid about it. It was a kiss that spoke to the frantic need that was consuming, controlling and spurring you.

You nipped his top lip but your adoption of this new way of asking for entrance found you biting him much harder then you had intended and his whole body shook with a low growl. However his lips parted regardless and you dove your tongue between them to discover all realms of his mouth – his teeth, roof, tongue, cheeks – you wanted them all.

Your tongues wrestled, fighting for position and dominance, each one giving and taking but neither fully relinquishing the war. You startled against him causing his grip on your ass to tighten in compensation. You would wear bruises on the flesh of your ass tomorrow, but tonight with your veins coursing with liquid courage and adrenaline, you didn't feel a thing other than pleasure. Then his hands retreated and you dropped a few inches onto the firm mattress below. You shuffled closer to the centre as Chifuyu crawled over the top of you like a lion studying his prey seconds before he devours it.

You soon realised that his pause was for another, non-predatory reason when his eyes showed just a fleck of hesitation twitched at the corner. He was waiting for you consent to be devoured. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, gaining enough height to press you lips to his before you folded one arm around his neck.

He followed in kind, snaking a strong arm around the small of your back before he lifted you fluidly without breaking free from your lip entanglement. His body rocked back as you came up, moving together like a seesaw that found you perched on the edge of his lap, finally feeling that denim verses silk friction you had lustfully sought. Your skirt rose completely and became a belt around your waist but you had no mind to fix it. You pulled your crop top up your body and over your head.

Chifuyu still holding you balanced on the edge of his knees, the moment Chifuyu sat right on his feet your fingers attacked the fly of his jeans. You wanted to stay in this moment, this moment where you didn't think about consequences or pros and cons.

You wanted something foolish and crazy.

You wanted Chifuyu.

You wanted him so bad.

You wanted to know all about him. You wanted to know what he is doing in his free time after this ten fucking years.

Part four here -> 4

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You honestly felt unsettled. It made you slightly nervous, no, rather anxious the thought of seeing him after so many years. You didn’t want to count how many, but you couldn’t help it and it is about ten years.

Memories of the times you wanted to confess to him came to your mind. You two had a solid and happy –very happy- friendship together. And you don’t wanted to destroy this friendship. You didn't even know if he liked you as much as you liked him. But before you could asked back then, it was too late, school endet and you both went to different universities.

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Kazutora said that he meets up with Baji before heading to the club and so you had time to pick an outfit. You decided to go with a simple black skirt and a white crop top.

The music that came from the club, which looked like an abandoned factory, had a way too strong bass, you could feel your clothes vibrating with it, a scent heavy with cigarette smoke and alcohol emanated from the seedy nightclub. You wondered what was in Mikeys mind before he organized the reunion at this place. You sighs resigned and enters.

The inside –to your surprise- is better than you expected, the lights that illuminated the club were shades of intense blues and violets, it’s was furnished with chairs that look comfortable and wide tables, a bar, some flowers and a very crowded dance floor. You zigzagged eluding some people and finally recognized your friends, your old classmates who are sitting at a table and surprisingly everyone is here.

“Y/N!” Kazutora exclaimed excited and stood up to greet you.

Everyone stood up to greet you and you guessed some hugs were inevitable.

Suddenly, Chifuyu collided against you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight hug. You squeaked and tumbled backwards, holding onto Chifuyu’s arms to maintain your balance, and stop yourself from falling to the ground.

“Y/N!” Chifuyu exclaimed, his voice filled with glee. “It’s been so long!”

You must had dreamed. You were sure of it. There is no other explanation for the fact that you are currently being hugged by your unresolved high-school crush, in the middle of the club, after more than ten years have passed since the last time you two saw each other. But there he was, and Chifuyu’s skin felt so warm and his hair smelled so good, that you are sure that if you weren’t already dreaming, you will be after you passed out in three seconds flat.

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Time passes and you found out that each classmate embarked on a very different path, but you knew about some of them because you still talked to them.

The chat is nice and fun, you had drunk four? Five Margaritas? Who cares, you were going to order another one because you finally started to feel your body relax more and your mind felt cottony and you liked how the images of too old memories start to drown in a pleasant blurriness and you preferred them like that, sunk in the depths of your conscience.

Everyone happily laughed and remembered the high school times. Everything is good and you didn’t feel any pain.

“Y/N” Chifuyu, who is stood in front of you, called you and snapped you out of your thoughts.

“What?” you almost snarled and it’s hard to focus on Chifuyu’s face, you saw that the man offered your a hand.

“Come with me” you wanted to protest, but Chifuyu sounded so firm and serious, that you decided to take the hand.

You two walked winding through the bar and it’s a little hard for you, your legs felt shaky, but you managed it. Chifuyu took you to the club hallway.

Suddenly you stopped and said things without even thinking about it.

''Fuck Matsuno~'' you slurred out, grabbing his hand tighter. ''I'm tired of uh... of uh... of this um... y-you know!''

He blinked, baffled. ''I really don't.''

You groaned, clearly channelling all three not-drunk brain cells to speak. ''Ahm tired of this all… I like you... I liked you since Highschool, you know and I uh... I... I wanted you to like me back this way...!''

Your eyes locked with another. ''Yer so fuckin' beautiful and talented that it... it really makes me wanna... wanna... just uh... do stuff to ya... those clothes look really stuffy, ya know...?''

It finally clicked in his mind what you were trying to say, colouring his own cheeks a pinkish hue. ''Wait, are you saying...?''

Chifuyu took a long stride towards you, closing the gap almost immediately.

"I like you too, Y/N," he grunted like something was struck in the back of his throat.

You pouted.

Chifuyu swallowed.

"I always liked you," he finished, the heavy rasped remained.

"Oh," the word passed through your lips more like a breath. You felt his eyes walk down your body, ashamed of studying you and, surprisingly, you didn't feel the urge to turn away from it either.

Eyes staring in another and then in a rush you did something you certainly hadn't planned to do. You kissed him. Your hands cupped his face while your thumbs stroked his cheeks.

In your current state you badly resisted the urge to jump him and ruin all his clothes.

Actually, fuck resisted.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Chifuyu chuckled when you finally let him breathe. “You want me really bad, don’t you?”

"Y/N, do u want to sleep with me?" Chifuyu added while his eyes studied your body once again and his tongue subconsciously passed through his lips before retreating back behind them.

"Yes," you said and you were drunk enough to think that now is the perfect moment for this answer. Chifuyu swallowed the hitched breath lodged in his throat. "Than I think we should go to my apartment," he growl primitively.

You couldn't reject his offer even if you tried, if he wanted you to go home with him then of course you would, no questions asked, after all you liked him and you found out that he liked you. "Yeah," you nodded.

"Good, this way." he said before he extended his arm out for you, and you took his hand in yours without hesitation.

You groaned out something and leaned against him, but didn't protest further when he escorted you towards the door. Your old classmates bid you both goodbyes but otherwise you reached the double glass doors uninhibited, stepping out into the cold night air. Despite the chill his skin was warm and tingly from the alcohol and excitement of the night, rendering the air pleasantly cool against his skin as he set a path down the stone footpath ahead of you two.

Part three here -> 3

I’m sooo bad at this rn ahaha 🧍‍♀️

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Hello, can i request a scenario for timeskip! Chifuyu please? The plot is what he she's crushing him since school day, they met again at school reunion. Thanks to alcohol she drunkly confess her feeling towards him and kiss him, but Chifuyu won't let it go so easily he ask her does she want to sleep with him teasingly before the reunion end. Still full with alcohol, she nod at the invitation and they have one night stand. The next morning, surprise seeing Chifuyu naked beside her, she quickly gather her things and decide to run away before he's awake, after that is up to you hehehe thank you very much hope my plot doesnt confuse you ps add smut please if you like, thank youuu

Ouhhhh I tried my best. I hope you like it🥲

I split it into 6 parts soooo enjoy !!

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You were the one thing stuck in my head || Chifuyu Matsuno

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“A reunion?”

You looked up from your desk, which is completely covered with sheets of paper and supplies, to give Kazutora an inquiring look. He nodded at you from your bed, where he is currently lying, scrolling through his phone.

“A ten-year reunion with Mikey and the others. Look!”

Without so much as a warning, Kazutora carelessly threw his phone at you. You yelped, and fumbled to catch it, nearly dropping it twice before it is finally secure inside your hands.

“Geez, Hanemiya, you could’ve just sent me a screenshot!” Kazutora merely laughed at your complaint, and you glared shortly at him before turning your attention to the phone screen. You inspected the message Kazutora received from Mikey.

“Chifuyu will be there.” Kazutora added when your eyes locked with his immediately.

“Is that so?” you asked after a while. Kazutora could tell that you are doing your best efforts to keep your voice as emotionless as possible. You are not succeeding, though.

“Yup. Your unresolved high school crush, Matsuno Chifuyu, will be at the reunion.” Kazutora is aware of every single one of your movements. You are silent for a while and gave the phone back to him. Turning back to your desk. Kazutora can clearly picture your expression in his mind. Six years of being roommates has left him with a vast knowledge of your person, to the point where he can accurately predict your reactions and responses to any given situation. As he impatiently tapped his fingers on his phone, he already knew the next words that are going to come out of your lips.

“When is the reunion?”

Kazutora could no longer suppressed a grin, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud.

“Unbelievable how much you like him and I thought you liked me the most.”

You turned around on your chair to glare at him, a light blush dusted your cheeks pink.

“Sh-shut up and tell me the date already!”

Part two here -> 2

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Gojo (at some point of his life): I don’t know what’s slipping faster my bra strap or my life.

Megumi: …

Nobara: …

Nanami: …

Yuji: are we just gonna pretend like we didn’t just hear that from Gojo Sensei?

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I can fix him [drill sound] [screaming] [chainsaw revving]

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may i ask for any comfort hcs you have? 👉👈

ofc u can hun!! i hope ur doing ok to ask <3!!

Obey Me Comfort HCs!

Luke loves to plan events almost as much as the actual event! He really likes writing invitations, tucking his letters(these usually a piece of paper folded on itself and kept together with a sticker) underneath the doors of Simeon and Solomon. You usually get ones in his nice envelopes, he can't buy them often being in Devildom but still has scattered "no demons allowed" "MC's eyes only" and such in tiny font across the front and back of said envelope.

Levi likes to watch slice of life animes with Belphie when he wants to bond in the safety of his room, even though he knows Belphie can sleep through the loudest gun fights.

Beel mirrors a lot of things from his brothers, phrases or small stims like Mammon's pen clicking or Asmo's music taste for example.

Simeon will tap along to music speaking of it! A talent honed that instead of going by tempo but by a certain instrument, like snare or even going by piano or timpani. For the last ones, he will tap different fingers depending on it being a high or low note.

Mammon loves to squeeze when he indulges in PDA, a pleasant squeeze when he hugs or with his fingers intertwined holding hands.

Belphie enjoys feeling things, as in he will reach out to touch things without paying attention or on purpose, he loves the sketchbook section whenever he has to go out to the store being able to feel the different types of paper from bumpy and stiff to smooth and thin.

Mammon actually owns a pair of fake glasses that are the same frame as Lucifer's reading glasses, he's embarrassed by the actual meaning but he wanted to be more like him.

Levi has a crush on Henry from TSL, so does Solomon! It's one of things that helped them bond in the beginning, they still will share edits together.

Satan loves photography! He's big into arts and different media, Asmo once signed him up for a beginner's photography class because of that reason! Satan loves to save pictures from mundane events as memories.

Diavolo and Barbatos have matching jackets, nothing with a particularly silly design but it was a request for Diavolo's birthday.

Asmo will buy self-care stuff for his brothers as well when there's a special sale, stuff for sensitive oily skin for Levi, eye masks for Lucifer, holographic face masks for Mammon, he does his best!

Belphie still has a stuffed animal that was friends with Lilith's stuffed animal. Every year around his birthday if necessary it will be washed and restitched, he knows who does it. Lucifer has been maintaining it, being secretive and taking it during the night or whenever Belphie's scheduled long rest of day is at the time.

Mammon goes through phases of what his favorite animal is, finding new ones and obsessing over it. Looking at and sharing posts, following and hunting new blogs for it, sometimes even coming back to some animals from previous enjoyance. He has a video playlist of every cute animal video he's liked on Deviltube.

Asmo will play Smash Bros with Levi, he mains Kirby! Mammon and Belphie will be the other two that usually join them.

When Beel goes shopping to pick up stuff for Henry 2.0, he always goes through the whole store to look at the different animals sometimes even bringing Belphie along. Those days they will spend a quite few minutes just looking at the different fishes.

Lucifer despite being anti-pet in the HoL, will sometimes catch himself looking at support dogs for Levi.

Beel likes learning different dancers with Levi of his girl groups because it's exercise for both of them :)!

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All Wet || Mammon

A beach walk with Mammon turns into something more

~ Rating: Explicit

~ Words: 2.4k

~ Tags: Shower Sex, Public Hand Job, Ocean Hand Job, Skinny Dipping, Vaginal Fingering

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“What?”

“Nothing.” Mammon had his hands shoved deep in his pockets as you two walked along the beach. The resort was quiet; it was late in the season and you both were some of the few tourists who were still in the area. Your rented bungalow was right near the water, which made it perfect for taking strolls in the sand whenever you felt like it – like now, at midnight – as well as for having mind-blowing, toe-curling, screaming sex whenever you wanted it since the waves typically drowned you both out.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re up to something, Mammon.”

He smirked, his eyes cast downward as you walked leisurely. “Maybe.”

“Like what?”

He glanced up at you, and before you knew what was happening he ripped off his t-shirt, dropped trou, and ran straight into the surf stark naked.

You stared after him, dumbfounded.

“Oh, fuck, that’s cold!” he yelped, right before diving under an incoming wave.

“Mammon, what the fuck?” you called out, laughing, as his head bobbed back up.

“Come on. Water’s fine.”

“You just said it was freezing!”

“Chickenshit!”

You heaved a sigh and glanced around; the beach was completely empty. Oh, fuck it. You pulled off your dress and then your bra and panties before you had time to second-guess yourself and made a run for the water. As soon as the waves hit your knees you squealed. “Holy fuck!”

“Get in here before everyone sees you in your altogether!” he laughed.

You took a deep breath and dove in, the chilly saltwater sending a shock through your system. You emerged and Mammon paddled over to you. It was shallow enough that your feet could still touch the sand, but deep enough that the waves broke just past you. “You’re an idiot,” you said, teeth chattering.

“I was just thinking the same thing, to be honest,” he replied. “Come here. Body warmth.”

“I don’t have any left,” you said as you curled up to him.

“Mmmm. You have some.” He squeezed your breasts and motorboated them, sending a spray of water into your both faces.

“Ass,” you said, giggling.

He kissed you, and his mouth tasted of salt and tequila. You melted into his kiss as you both floated on the gently heaving sea.

“We can’t stay out here long,” you murmured as he grasped your hips and pulled you so that you were wrapped around him.

“I know.”

“No lifeguard. Dark out. Dangerous.”

“And romantic. And fun. Come on.” His eyes sparkled as he winked at you. “Let’s be naughty.”

You pursed your lips and raised an eyebrow. “Well, salt and sand are no fun in my naughty bits… but if you can get it up quickly, I can jerk you off.”

He was still shivering from cold when he nodded.

“Really?”

“Baby, I’m already hard.”

You reached into the water and was impressed to find he was. “Even with the cold, Mammon?”

“What can I say? You do magical things to me.”

You giggled as you wrapped one hand around his shoulder to keep balance in the currents. The other hand firmly gripped him and started stroking, pausing every so often to add a little twist at his tip. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head against yours and began nuzzling your ear, giving little grunts of pleasure.

“You’re so big and hard, Mammon,” you cooed.

“Oh, fuck, baby… your hand is perfect… oh, don’t stop,” he whispered.

“You like that? You like it when I use my hand to get you off?”

“Yes…”

“What are you going to do to make it up to me when we get back to the bungalow?” You nipped his ear.

He groaned as his hips bucked forward involuntarily. “I’m going to… make you come… at least twice…”

“Promises, promises…” you were teasing him now, running your thumb over his head and dipping it into the slit before stroking down to his base and back.

“I’m going to… drag you into the shower…go down on you…oh, fuck,” he moaned.

You stroked him harder, pressing your legs together as he talked.

“Then… push you up against the shower wall… fuck you from behind… slam into you… oh, oh, Shit,” he gasped, gritting his teeth as you jerked him faster. “Oh God, I’m going to… fuck!” he cried out as his cock twitched in your hand, the warmth of his come momentarily floating past your fingers and legs before dissolving into the cold seawater. He leaned against you heavily, leaving a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder as you both bobbed with the motion of the waves.

“Satisfied?”

“Always,” he replied, breathless.

“Ready to make good on your promise?”

He gave a low, suggestive laugh. “Oh, yes. Or at least, I will be, once I recover from that, you damn succubus.”

“Hey, this was your idea, you filthy man.” you stuck your tongue out at him, then you quickly checked the beach again and saw you both were still, thankfully, alone. You gave him a wink and dove under the next wave, riding it to the sand. You picked yourself up and took off towards your clothes, pulling on your dress quickly and grabbing your bra and panties.

He followed right behind, his spent cock flapping ridiculously between his legs as he grabbed for his pants, and you couldn’t help but laugh. He yanked his shorts on and picked up his t-shirt before grabbing you in a tight embrace and kissing you as though his life depended on it. “That was fucking incredible, baby… thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggled. “Now… I believe I heard some mention of two orgasms in the shower.”

“Oh… did I say that?”

“Why? You going back on your word, Mammon?”

“No,” he grinned. “But I could’ve sworn I said three.” He grabbed your hand and you both sprinted back to the bungalow.

It only took you three minutes to get back at the rate you were going and the moment you got inside Mammon kicked the door shut behind him and slammed you up against the wall, kissing and nipping at your neck. You slipped out from his grasp and ran for the bathroom, but he caught up with you. He hoisted you over his shoulder caveman-style and carried you into the washroom while you squealed and laughed. He placed you on the countertop and turned on the tap water before turning and attacking your lips once more, pausing only to pull your dress up over your head so that you were naked once again. You pushed his pants down past his hips as steam from the shower filled the room. His hands roamed over your damp flesh, exploring the curves of your breasts and waist while you ran your fingers through his wet hair.

He suddenly gripped your ass and picked you up again, this time so that your legs were wrapped around his hips, and stepped into the shower with you. He put you down gently and grabbed your body wash, squirting a generous amount into his palm.

“Turn around, babe,” he murmured, and you obeyed. He worked the soap into a lather and started massaging your back with his strong fingers, and you moaned out loud. He kneaded and stroked the kinks out of your shoulders before he moved down your spine, finally scrubbing and squeezing your ass. He ran both hands up and down each of your legs, soaping them up thoroughly before finally turning you back around. He kissed your forehead while he soaped up your arms and belly, saving his final attentions for your breasts. He traced circles around your nipples before radiating his touches outwards, covering you completely with the sweet-smelling bubbles. Then he whirled you around so that we switched places and you were under the stream of hot water, the body wash dripping off your skin in sudsy streams.

You grabbed his soap and began to reciprocate, scrubbing it across the tan, taut muscles of his chest and abs before you knelt down. You gave his cock a teasing stroke as you soaped him up, then moved to his long, strong legs. He had his eyes closed when you stood back up and turned him around, pressing into his shoulders with firm squeezes, and he let out soft grunts of pleasure as you massaged the tension out of his back. You admired the soft curve of his ass and thighs as you finished soaping him up; by now you were clean, so you pulled him under the showerhead with you and kissed him while the hot water rinsed him off. His fingers probed you curiously as the last of the seawater ran down the drain, and you gave a little gasp as he rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

You weren’t expecting what he did next. He placed you gently on the floor of the tub so that the gentle fall of the shower was aimed right on your belly and pelvis. Then, he knelt between your legs and hoisted them over his shoulders, dipping his head down to put his mouth on you. The combination of the warm water running over your body as well as his rough, hot tongue poking inside you was intense and arousing, and you cried out as he traced his tongue over your clit in maddening circles.

“Oh, fuck, Mammon, that’s… perfect,” you gasped. You were already close, the heightened anticipation from our escapade in the ocean ensuring your body was more than ready for his careful ministrations.

He hummed against you as he drew the little bud into his mouth and suckled at it, and it didn’t take long for you to lose control. You came, your back arching off the floor as your hips bucked into his face, the waves of pleasure rolling through you. He didn’t let up, though; he seemed determined to make good on his promise and he thrust two soaked fingers inside of you, curling them and tapping them against your G-spot. You had barely come down from your first climax when the second hit, even harder, and you let out a tortured cry as ecstasy wracked your body. He extracted his fingers and licked you gently as I floated back down to earth, the hot water streaming over his head and pooling on your skin.

“That’s two down,” he murmured as he kissed right above your mound. “One more to go.”

You grabbed his hair and yanked him up roughly so that he was on top of you. You kissed him fiercely and swallowed his chuckles. His erection was back in full force now, jabbing you in the thigh, and he grasped your arms and pulled you up to your feet as he stood. “You wanted to fuck me from behind, right?” You whispered, turning and grinding your bare ass against his groin.

He moaned as he grabbed both of your arms and held them against the cool tile of the shower wall. “I did… because I still owe you another orgasm…” His voice was deep and full of sinful promise as he spoke into my ear and pressed his torso to your back. “That, and I love the way your ass bounces when I fuck you like this… and those little noises you make, oh God… and the way you reach back and dig your nails into my ass when you’re close and you want me to fuck you harder… the way you come and fall forward and I have to catch you, usually by grabbing onto your magnificent tits while I finish you off…”

You were circling your hips back against him now, desperate to have him inside me. “Please, Mammon…”

“As you wish, Y/N,” he whispered as he pushed your legs apart with his knee and slid forward. You groaned at the intrusion as his cock filled me up; he still held my arms in place against the wall as he undulated his hips against you, his tip just brushing your G-spot.

“Oh, Mammon, that’s… that’s good,” I breathed as the water continued to cascade around us.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes… oh, fuck, baby… more… faster…”

He growled as he slammed into you; he shifted his hands so that he was holding both of yours up against the wall with one while the other snaked around your waist to massage your clit. You arched your back and started to push back to meet his thrusts, urging him forward.

“Baby.” His voice was strained. “Keep that up and I’ll come too quickly…”

“I want to feel you come, Mammon,” you panted. “Please…”

“Not until I feel you…” He paused his rhythm and you let out a frustrated whine, which he silenced with a firm tweak of your clit. You bucked into his hand and leaned your forehead against the wall; You weren’t sure how much more my body could take. “… are you going to behave?”

“Yes, Mammon… yes, please,” you babbled, desperate for your finish.

He started moving again, fucking you even harder while you held still, biting your lip so hard you could swear you were going to draw blood. He sucked at your shoulder while he continued to roll your sensitive nub between his fingers and piston into you from behind. You cried out as you climbed higher and higher, and finally you let out an uncontrollable scream as your pussy clamped down on him in powerful release, your entire body trembling as your brain shut down. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you tried to breathe, pleasure shooting through every nerve in your body. As your cunt contracted and released around him he came with an animalistic roar, spilling everything he had left deep inside you. He caught you just as you began to pitch forward and slipped out of you, holding you close while you both caught your breath.

At that moment, you two were shocked by a deluge of frigid water from the shower. You shrieked and leaped out of the tub, grabbing a towel as he followed behind you, laughing.

“Well, I guess we went through all the hot water,” he said, chuckling as he wrapped a towel around his waist and picked me up again. He threw you on the bed and cuddled next to you. “Not that we need it to stay warm. Right, babe?”

“Shut up, Mammon,” you said sleepily.

“Hey! I just gave you three orgasms in less than 30 minutes. I think I deserve a little more tenderness than ‘shut up.’”

“And I jerked you off while skinny-dipping in the frigid ocean,” you said, snuggling into him. “I’d say we’re square.”

He gave a soft chuckle as he pulled you close, then nuzzled your hair as you both drifted off to sleep, sated and happy.

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#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me smut #obey me fandom #obey me fanfic #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me oneshot #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #mammon smut #mammon x reader #mammon x you #i love mammon #mammon fanfic #mammon headcanon #mammon shall we date #shall we date mammon

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Apologies || Miya Atsumu

Atsumu and you had a fight and he tires to apologize.

~ Rating: Explicit

~ Words: 2.1k

~ Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Comfort Sex, Praise Kink, Apologies Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering

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You were sitting in the middle of the bed, knees pulled up to your chest, your arms resting on them. Every once in a while you wiped off a teardrop from your face. Your crying has stopped now, but there were tears that steal escaped your eyes.

He never talked to you like that. He never called you things like that.

This was the worst fight you had yet. You were together for four years now, and he shouted things you never knew he had in his head since you're together.

You said pretty awful things too, things you never thought you would, since you didn't really mean them.

But did he mean them?

Did he really think of you that way?

Or was he just hurt and wanted to hurt you back?

Well, he did hurt you. Your heart still makes that awful squeeze when you think back at what happened about half an hour ago.

Was he still in the house or did he leave?

You didn't know, but it was awfully quiet in the whole house.

It was so quiet that even the careful, soft knock on the closed door still made you jump.

"Babe?" - came his quiet voice.

Another tear fall down from your eyes and you wiped it off with your sleeve. The answer was the sound of you blowing your nose.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, please forgive me?" - even if his voice was weak you could tell he meant these words, but the wound on your soul was still felt too fresh to accept his apology this easily.

"Can you open the door, sweetheart? I know you locked it, because you don't wanna see me, but I'm so deeply sorry. I... I didn't think, I just said things to make you mad, because I felt mad, I didn't mean anything I've said, I promise."

You sure hoped so, because that would be awful and you would never want to see him again if he did.

"I'm sorry for shouting too. I was already frustrated with work, and then you started nagging me, and I don't even remember what we started fighting about in the first place, it just escalated so quickly..."

Well, if you think about it, you were throwing everything at each other from who's turn was it to do the laundry to barely going out together in the past few weeks. You didn't remember what started the fight either.

You remember saying that you started to get enough of living with him, and he replied with 'well, it wasn't my idea for you to move in with me, was it?' and fuck that hurt.

"I think I didn't take out the trash again, or something, right?"

You smiled a little as you wiped away another tear.

"I uh... I did just now."

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"And you want a pat on the head or something?" - you called back.

Atsumu let out a sigh of relief on the other side of the door, hearing that at least you were willing to talk to him. And fuck, his heart did a happy jump hearing your voice.

"Baby, open the door, please, I wanna see you. It wasn't even 30 minutes ago that you called me a selfish dickhead, but I already miss you."

You shook your head as you hopped off from the bed, and wiped your face again before you unlocked the door and opened it.

Atsumu’s eyes widened in hope, but he immediately felt regret wash over him when he saw your puffy, red eyes.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean any of it, please don't cry because of a stupid fucking idiot like me, okay?" - Atsumu pleaded as he slowly reached his hands out for you, and without hesitation, you stepped into his waiting arms and jumped up, wrapping your arms and legs around his tall form.

He immediately started peppering your hair, ear, shoulder with kisses and walked to the bed and sit down on it with you in his lap.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you know I love that you moved in with me, you take care of me and I love you for it, princess, you're the best thing that ever happened to me."

You pulled away with a smile on your face to look at him, but you became worried when you saw the unshed tears in his eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" - you asked as you cupped his face gently.

He closed his eyes as he looked down shaking his head.

"I don't want to lose you." - he said in a rough whisper and you quickly wiped away his tears that ran down his cheeks after his confession.

"You won't Atsumu, I promise. I love you. And I said some pretty awful things I shouldn't have and I want you to know that I didn't mean them either."

Atsumu nodded and looked at your lips.

"You can kiss me." - you reassured him.

Atsumu nodded again and eagerly captured your lips with his. You kissed each other fast and passionate, both of you apologizing for the fight, but after a few minutes of deseperate attempts to make the other forgive for the things that had been said, you both calmed down, knowing everything is going to be alright, and neither of you will leave the other.

When you pulled away for a deep breath of air, Atsumu started kissing your jaw, slowly biting and sucking his way down to your neck, while your fingers sneaked their way into his hair, pulling with just the right amount of force which you know he loved.

"Excpet for the selfish dickhead part, I meant that from the bottom of my heart." - you whispered as you leant your head back to give him better access.

"I know, baby, I know. But you still love me, and I love you for that." - he murmued against your skin and put his palms on your ass to pull you closer to his hardening cock.

You moaned when you felt him between your legs and you started rubbing yourself against his bulge. You loved it when he wore sweatpants at home.

"Will you show me how much you love me?"

"Always." - he replied, and pulled off your hoodie and shirt in one move.

He loved it when you didn't wear a bra at home.

You leaned back a little to arch your back for him as he pushed your breasts together and licked both of your nipples. He kissed and bit each of your tits, wrapping his arms around your waist, wanting to feel every inch of your body against his.

"Take off your shirt."

"Yes ma'am."

You helped him with the task and when his upper body was naked you pushed him on his back. You held his hands above his head on the bed and slowly caressed your way down his wrists, arms, shoulders and chest. When you reached his stomach you gently dug your nails into his flesh, making him moan and thrust his hips up into yours.

You threw your head back with a deep moan, and Atsumu sat up quickly to kiss you and turn you on the bed, laying you on your back. He kissed you slow and deep, whispering apologies against your lips, and you accepted each with small nods, and needy moans.

His hands were working on removing both of your pants and underwear, and when he was done with those tasks, he cupped your heat with his right hand, slowly moving his fore- and middle finger between your soaking hole and swollen clit, watching your face as you whined sweetly for him.

He gently kissed down his way through your chest and stomach, while he slipped his fingers inside you. You moaned his name loud, which he always loved to hear.

"I'm so sorry for everything I've said, baby. Can I eat you out? Can I eat your sweet pussy, princess? Let me apologize to you properly, please."

You held yourself up with your elbows and nodded. Atsumu kissed the inside of both of your thighs while he was fingering you slowly, and he didn't break eye contact when he opened his mouth to lick your clit gently.

You moaned and bit your bottom lip, reaching out to grab his hair and carress him while he was lapping at your pussy.

"You're doing great baby, you're making me feel so good, I love you." - you encouraged him with sweet meows.

Atsumu nooded without stopping pleasing you, and he kept his eyes on you while you watched him eating you out.

You started to get louder, he was pumping his fingers in and out of you in a slow tempo but as your pussy started to get wetter and wetter, he curled them upwards in search of your g-spot. A sharp intake of breath from you told him that he found the right place, and as your thighs started to shake he massaged that spot faster and rougher. He switched from teasing your clit with gentle licks to sucking it with fervor. After every sharp breath you took in, you cried them out in pure bliss as you felt your insides squeeze together, and after a while the pressure started to get unbearable. Just a few seconds later your whole body tensed and you rubbed your pussy harder against Atsumu’s mouth to increase your pleasure to the max with loud cries and exhausting breaths.

Atsumu helped rode out your orgasm, and only let go of you when you pulled your pussy away from his mouth. He kissed your still shaking thighs, then climbed on top of you to kiss your mouth with passion.

"You're beautiful, baby, I can't get enough of you." - he praised you while he lined up his rock hard cock at your opening and started to make it wet with your juices. - "Need you now, princess, can I fuck you? I know you're still sensitive, but I can't wait any longer, I have to have you." - he pleaded, but his voice turned rough when he was horny, and it sounded more like a demand.

You weren't complaining.

You nodded against his lips and pulled your knees apart to gave him more room, and with a gentle thrust of his hips, he slipped inside your wetness easily. You both moaned at the feeling and you cupped his jaw with one hand to turn his head sideways so you could suck on his neck.

Atsumu shuddered when you kissed, bit and licked his skin there, making his hips slam into yours just a little bit harder than gentle.

"I will never talk to you like that again, okay baby?" - he looked down at you and pushed his forehead against yours. - "I will never shout again, I won't say those horrible things ever again, I promise I didn't mean any of it, okay, Y/N?"

You could only moan and nod as he was penetraing you in the most intimate way. He hooked his arm under one of your knees, pushing it against your chest, while your other leg was wrapped around his waist, your heel sinking into the spot just below his ass, urging him on to fuck his apologies into you, while he was staring in your eyes the whole time, so you could be sure that he means every word this time.

"I don't know what I would do without you, promise you never leave me?" - he leaned closer to your ear to whisper in it, but you could still look into his eyes as you answer.

"I'll never leave you, you're so good to me, Atsumu, no one loved me like you do." - you panted as you cupped his face, but you had to grab onto his upper arm, when his pace picked up at your words.

"Say you love me." - he whispered as he kissed your shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you, Atsumu, oh my god, right there!"

"I love you, Y/N, cum for me, show me how much you love me!"

"A-Atsumu!" - you cried out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over your body. You bit down on Atsumu’s neck and sucked at his pulse, while you dragged your nails down his back, causing just a little bit of pain, because you knew it made him cum harder.

His pace picked up even more and the force of his thrusts made him sway the bed under you back and forth, slamming the headboard against the wall with loud banging, until you heard him moan loudly with each shot of cum that exploded out of his dick, turning your walls white.

He collapsed next to you on the bed with a grunt, and you curled into his side as his arms protectively held you close to his body.

"I love you, baby, and this was amazing, but please let's not fight ever again." - he panted, still trying to catch his breath.

"Deal, handsome."

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too late suguru

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this panel is really comforting for some reason idrk

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i tried to make a comic (hope my tumblr design doesn’t wreck the sequence)

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Play With Me || Kuroo Tetsurou Part two

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Shame was not an emotion that Kuroo entertained often and he wasn't about to start now, leaving your lipstick where it sat proudly on his face. A few people stared at him in the street, but no one stopped your brisk pace. At the last crosswalk he pinched your ass in retaliation when you turned to kiss him harshly, nipping his chin as you leaned back onto your heels.

As if you were dry kindling struck by lightning, his hands trailed flames in their wake, each touch only hastening your steps forward.

Exposed brick, industrial lighting, and high ceilings were what attracted you to your building when you first moved to the area. Your loft was on the upper floor and gave you the privacy you craved, the cityscape around you comforting in the way it always kept moving.

You were especially grateful tonight that you lived alone, it had been some time since you brought anyone over.

While waiting for the elevator Kuroo untangled himself from you to lean against the wall on your right. He stood there considering you as a few of your neighbors walked around the lobby.

"Prettier than a peach. I'm sure you taste better too," he murmured, his hand reaching to smooth over his glasses in thought. His attentive gaze was earnest, the mood shifting in the small room into something unnamed as the elevator dinged.

You both stumble into your apartment, the size of Kuroo overwhelming as he backs you into the closed door. His mouth was persuasive, like a switch was flipped now that you were both away from everyone else.

He began leaving bruising kisses on your neck, completely unyielding in his assault to mark you wherever he could reach. His hands are on the back of your head, holding you in place as he gripped your neck just so. For a long suspended moment you were frozen, wanting to regain the ground you refused to lose. But hell, could this man kiss the thoughts from your head.

Then, all at once, heat spreads through you, thawing you into action.

Holding onto his blazer with your fingers you tilt your head back with a breathless chuckle, making Kuroo look into your eyes. You take up one hand and grip his chin, the other drifting to caress the lipstick mark you shamelessly left on his cheek. Pressing down on it with more pressure to show you meant your next words, you wanted him to listen.

He smirked into your touch, a cocky sort of grin showcasing his dimple that felt entirely warranted as your breath stuttered in your chest at the way he bore into you.

"Go sit on the couch," you ordered, voice breathier than intended but no less commanding towards the man who was doing everything he could to please you.

Kissing you once more before swiftly moving away, a filthy moan left you as his tongue darted out for a taste. His eyes didn't look away from you until you turned your back to walk away, shedding clothes in your wake until all you had left on was the lingerie you were wearing.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Sure thing baby, pour me a bit of whatever you're having."

His voice didn't reveal if he was frustrated by the change in pace, but you didn't leave him for long, reappearing with strong liquor and the type of tempting lace that made you feel like you could eat a man's heart in the marketplace like your friend once said.

The haze from the drink you'd sipped in the kitchen enveloped you as it licked up your chest. You were in your element now.

Emerald lace and satin embraced your every curve, assured in the sway of your hips as you walked over to your man. Handing him his drink and swiftly straddling his parted thighs, you let him take you in.

You don't know when he became "your man," but it sounded right, for the night at least.

Say what you will, but Kuroo was flexible with a change in plan. He frequently had to evaluate the situation, and from muscle memory alone he knew that if he ground into you just right from underneath you'd make such delicious sounds. He just had to bide his time, finishing the finger of bourbon left in his glass before setting it on the side table next to him.

You were a temptress, of Kuroo that was sure, and he dived in headfirst. The way you spilled out of your lingerie had him drowning in you. Bokuto once told him that he was an adrenaline addict, chasing every mission that got his heart racing. He wasn't wrong—you couldn't function as a successful agent without a dash of daredevil in you.

His mouth descended on you again, leaving you once to gulp in a desperate breath before attacking with renewed vigor. The hazel irises that you'd looked into all night were almost black, the shadows in the room making them seem bottomless.

All you had to do was fall in.

He hoarsely spoke your name, and it was the best thing that had left his lips all night. You wanted him to say it again but this time underneath you, unbidden and desperate at the way you pulled it out of him. You slid your tongue into his mouth and brought up a hand to roughly yank at the hair on his head, until he bowed his back and leaned into you for a moment.

"Is this what you want?" You asked, snaking your hand underneath the cup of your brassiere to shove it aside and caress your breast, a groan breaking through your composure at the way Kuroo bucked into you. Though his breathing was measured and even, his lips parted at the sight of your nipples pebbling in the cool air.

"You know, when I saw you at the bar I knew I had to have you. Didn't matter when or how," he murmured, quiet in his admission as it rang true on his face. You didn't call him out for his assumption that you'd both end up fucking. You were both past that point, you thought ruefully as you hummed into his lips, kissing them as if in agreement.

"Mmmm, honey, I don't know if you've noticed but...you're in my apartment at the moment, on my couch no less," you answer just as quietly into his ear. You graze over it teasingly with your teeth just to see him shiver. "And I'm wearing a matching set right now. So who really took initiative, hmmm?"

Kuroo laughed almost in disbelief at your words, his body responding for him. It's an honest sound, one that makes you kiss him deep enough to taste his tongue in the back of your throat.

Ultimately what you saw in his eyes was patience. And that was hotter than anything else he could have done.

He didn't move his hands from where they sat gripping your thighs, entire body tense as you slowly rocked in his lap, the dampening spot on your panties only growing at the bulge you felt against your core.

"This is just the preview. I want it all, and I know you do too," he breathed against your lips. "Now are you going to let me touch you, or do I have to watch you fuck yourself on my thighs before I can taste you? You can only tempt a man so far."

"Is that a threat or a challenge I hear?"

"I did promise that you'd be screaming my name, and I take that job very seriously."

"You sure you can handle me like that, Tetsurou?"

Kuroo was wavering somewhere between wholly aroused and aflame with indignation. No one questioned him like this, in the bedroom or otherwise if he could help it, and he hated how it turned him on like this.

You're not sure what emboldens you to tease him; your resolve heightens the longer he looks at you, as if you could spill over into him and it still wouldn't be enough.

"I have never been more sure than I am right now, baby."

He knew how to fire you up. In many ways, you were both quite similar.

Purposefully running your hands down his chest only to stop your exploration at his belt, the rumble in his chest was one of approval as you scratched at his abdomen through his shirt.

You enjoyed yourself when pleasure could mix with a bit of pain, and you had an inkling that Kuroo did too. You wanted to deny him, reduce this enigma of a man into a begging mess before the sun came up. But your own need to be touched by him won out, and damn him for kissing you like that—as if you were the antidote to a fatal poison he had drunk in an effort to forget you.

"You can touch me, Tetsurou but there's something I want to do first."

You meet his gaze for a brief moment as you pause in this position on top of him, holding perfectly still when all you wanted was to hold him close until there was no space for questions or distractions.

An understanding passes between you both. Your body buzzes with nerves, synapses firing and all thoughts focused on the man holding you.

He grabs at your love handles, whispering encouragement in your ear as he guides you to settle flush against his stomach with your legs on either side of him. The zipper of his pants and his belt buckle rubbed into your clit hard enough to make you huddle closer, trying to chase that feeling.

You take off his glasses and reach back to unlatch your bra, throwing it away as Kuroo cups each breast in his hands. Pinching the left nipple with his fingers, you clenched around nothing at the rough way he handled you.

He smirked as he felt it, soothing the pain he left behind by gently swirling his tongue around you. Arching into his attentive mouth, you threaded your fingers in his hair, tugging on them harder when he bit down teasingly.

Letting your nipple go with a wet plop, he leaned back into your hands on his head.

"God, I am so fucking hard thinking about licking into that pretty pussy of yours, bet you taste real good," Kuroo groaned. "Want to watch you cum on my mouth."

Your panties were all but ruined at his words, getting wetter at the thought of his mouth where you truly wanted him. But that wasn't on your mind yet. This was just the warm-up.

"I'm going to cum just like this, but if you move any more then I won't be quite so kind later. Wanna make you earn it. I'm a generous lover, Tetsurou, but a fair one," you simpered, grinding almost cruelly against the hardness of him that you could feel throbbing through his pants. "You want me to be nice, don't you?"

"Oh sweetheart, I'm sure you're sweeter than a saint," he grunted, words stuttering as you brought his head up closer to yours, lips touching but not quite. Rotating your hips, you sigh into his mouth as you move against him.

True to his restraint so far, he kept himself in place, his breath hot against your cheeks as your pace quickened.

"Mmmm, can't wait to have you inside me" you sighed, his muscles straining beneath your fingers. Shuddering at the feeling of him under you, your first orgasm was creeping closer as it began trickling down from the tips of your fingertips. "Don't-don't want you to cum until I'm done with you."

Kuroo's mouth opened partly in awe as you grinded on him with even more force.

He had a hidden strength to him, and by the way his arms flexed in agitation around you he could have easily moved you under him at any time. The fact that he didn't demand it was arousing.

Fuck you were wet.

Tilting his head slightly, he enjoys the view of you on his lap using him for your own pleasure. Your tits sway as you move, and he's torn between telling you how perfect they are and moving just slightly to bury his face in your softness. He whimpered silently as you pulsed around him, able to feel it over his clothes as you threatened to unravel.

"Oh, look at you," he exclaimed, voice a low rumble that stokes the fire in your belly. "Just like that, baby. Fuck, come on."

He says your name, fervent and taut, barely able to keep himself in check. His cock twitched in the confines of his underwear, the fact that he was still almost fully clothed making him need more. You were all warm skin and curves and he wanted to feel every second of you wrapped around him.

He tensed his thigh and shifted slightly but you didn't notice, now a slave to your body as you rode out the waves of pleasure gathering at your clit.

It was exquisite and hurried and not the end goal but you didn't mind. You had wanted to see if he would listen to you. If he could take what direction you gave him. It was an entirely different high, you'd surprisingly discovered, having a man in your control, making him beg to cum with just your body.

And yet, Kuroo did not beg for himself. The look in his eyes was expressive enough. Still he didn't move, and that was what finally pushed you over.

Gasping in shock, you shook, your orgasm softly washing over in the lap of this man that vexed and intrigued you in equal measure. He eagerly watched, memorizing the way your eyes rolled hack, mouth hung open at the feeling of him grabbing your hips with bruising force to drag you over him once again.

When you opened your eyes Kuroo was already looking at you, and you did not shy away. His hair was tousled from your hands, lips swollen, eyes bright—you savored him like the whiskey on his breath.

"Mmmm, you were so good for me," you praised, voice heavy in your mouth as you remembered how to speak.

As you came back down he chased your lips, taking his time to touch you the way he could now that you'd fallen into his chest. His mouth was a wanting, wretched thing, tracing a path from your lips to your chest as it heaved for breath.

You pulled back for a moment. "Do you want to switch to the–"

"I'm not done yet," he interrupted, bringing you back into a heated kiss that had you whining into his hold on you. He slips his tongue in your mouth and seems to slow time licking into you just so, making you shiver. Would he fuck your mouth like that if you asked him?

Moaning in relief, his hands were frenzied in the way they glided over all the flesh he could reach. You would torture him no longer. His blunt nails traced over your spine, and you wanted to ask him to do that again.

"You are a rare gift, my dear," he hummed into your mouth. "I would hate for you to be tired already."

"Oh, you don't have to question my stamina," you slyly answered. Even now you are still hazy in your bones, tethering yourself to his firm grip on your ass. "Worry about your own."

The chuckle that leaves him is telling, and you clearly feel his frustration rolling off him now that you can think in complete sentences.

You kiss the corner of his mouth and swiftly hop off of his lap, trembling for a moment as you right yourself. There's a slight damp spot from where you were sitting on his white shirt that had been hanging over half untucked from his pants, but you're too drunk on endorphins to feel embarrassed.

You did that.

Your heart stuttered for a moment at the raw ache you saw in his face. Hooking your fingers in the slim waistband of your panties, you cast them aside.

It felt like an afterthought after what you had both just done, but the way Kuroo looked at you was anything but unappreciative.

"Why don't we move this to the bedroom now?" He asked, finishing your question from earlier, reaching for you with a finality that had you arching into him.

You lead him into your room, wishing you had cleaned up a bit before tripping on the rug, laughing as you both stumbled into your metal bed frame.

"Now Tetsurou," you began, bracing yourself for the next conversation you rarely walked into without some gut feeling bracing you up. "Do you have a safe word?"

He didn't answer immediately, but when he did he was entirely focused on you, all traces of humor gone, leaving you winded.

"I do, pretty girl. It's sweet tea."

The way his mouth caressed each syllable with that slow drawl shouldn't have been as sensual as it was, gravelly yet smooth as it wrapped around you.

"How do you feel about ropes?"

The way he lit up was thrilling. He looked away with unfocused eyes, enjoying a private joke that only he knew. It was the expression of a man that delighted in his own mystery. You couldn't deny that a part of you now was burning to know what he locked away. He prowled with that hidden energy, and knowing what you'd experienced of him so far, you would have to work for it.

"I happen to be quite gifted if I do say so myself. I'm rather versatile in that regard. Rest assured it is not my first rodeo."

"In that case, I want you...to tie me up," you said before grazing your thumb across his bottom lip. He nodded slightly surprised, with the way you had directed him earlier he had thought you'd wanted to tie him up instead.

He had been amazing under you, but you wanted more. You wanted him to take your body and make your need for control dissolve on your tongue as you cry.

What a delicious development he had stumbled into tonight.

Kuroo wasn't always opposed to a woman taking control, but having you under him at his mercy made a bead of pre-cum leak from the head of his cock. Palming himself over his pants, he imagined the wet feeling of your mouth on him and had to stop himself.

You walked into your closet with purpose, toeing on your favorite pair of stiletto heels as you grab your favorite ropes from where they're hidden.

His eyebrow ticked up at the sight of you naked with only your Louboutins on, but the black rope in your hand is just as daring. Taking it from you, he waits for you to settle into the pillows of your bed before methodically tying your hands to the hooks in the wall on either side of your headboard.

It took him a few moments but his knots were sound, loose enough but tight on your wrists so you couldn't break free. You were grudgingly impressed with how fast Kuroo could work when he was motivated, filing it away where you could exploit it later.

His lips parted at the salacious painting you rendered, spread out for him and vulnerable in the warm lighting of the room. With your opened legs you were vulnerable and slick and soft.

You had been dancing around each other all night: Kuroo didn't want to wait any longer before losing himself in you.

He shifted down to lay himself between your parted legs. You swiftly stopped him with your left leg extended fully out, the stiletto of your heel digging into his lowered shoulder as he kneeled on the bed. The startled look on his face made you tease him, grinding it in a little further before moving it down his chest to stop at the length of his cock straining for freedom.

Pressing down.

The choked groan that he involuntarily let out at that was painfully erotic, the sound making your stomach clench.

"Hold your woman, Tetsurou. You have too many clothes on. Strip for me first before you get what you want."

To his credit he didn't jump up and frantically discard the remainder of his clothing. Like you before his expression turned calculating, methodically shifting off the bed and taking off his shirt and discarding his pants along with his underwear.

You swallow at the sight of him but it brings you no relief.

His skin is smooth like the rest of him, belly soft and strong before a small trail of dark hair leads down to the base of his cock sitting heavy against his stomach.

Captivated, your eyes stop back at his chest, small faded scars criss crossing his skin, one worryingly close to his heart that had you straining for a closer look. His muscles ripple as he moves, the veins of his arms as formidable as the rest of him.

You could trace your tongue over every inch of him seeing where he'd fracture and break in your hold, only to put him back together again when he asked. He was incredibly distracting like that when he wanted to be.

Kuroo's eyes were focused as he finally settled low on the bed, fingers ghosting over skin as he hitched your legs over his shoulders. Kissing and nipping at the inside of your thigh, he took in a deep breath and let out a little hum, puffs of air hitting your pussy as he adjusted.

He leaned his head on your left thigh and looked up at you briefly.

"You remember the safe word, sweetheart?" He asked. You nodded, almost drunk at the warmth of him crowding you. Trying not to squirm, you tested the ropes that kept you in place like they were meant to. "I need to hear you say it."

"Yes Tetsurou, I remember it's sweet tea. Now are you going to eat my pussy like a good boy or do I need to get myself off again?" You answered, tapping your leg down on his back knowing fully well how it would rile him up.

He grins at you savagely, leaning down the remaining space to lick a long stripe all the way up your folds, eyes pinning you under him as he goes.

You buck into him, your already sensitive clit coming alive again. He moves his arms to cage your hips in his hold, bringing you flush to his tongue by grabbing onto your ass.

He was nestled between your legs, mapping your body like he already knew how you'd react, testing what you liked. Your half-formed praises and keening whine made Kuroo a mess of a man, grinding into the mattress as he drank up everything you could give him.

He loved your voice and the way it scattered into nothing when he sucked your clit into his mouth. He made no pretense at staying quiet, noisy and whole in his destruction of your walls as they crumbled.

Coming up for air, his cheeks red from his own harsh breathing against your cunt. His lips were wet with your arousal, and you wanted to taste yourself when he kissed you. He reaches down for a moment and pumps himself harshly, tightly fisted and careless of the way it makes you clench with need at the sight of his cock being handled so frustratedly.

His nose brushes your clit as he dives back in, eyes closing at your taste as he savors the way you rock into him. If he could sink underneath your skin you would burst, heart hammering in your chest as he brought you higher with each flick of his tongue.

He slides two fingers inside, your muscles clenching around him as far as he could go. Pressing hard on your clit and curling his fingers upward, you felt a hot fusion of unnamed pleasure and painful awareness as he found the spot that drove you to scream his name.

There it was.

"Fuck, when you say my name like that I just burn all over," he murmured. "You gonna cum now, baby? Give it to me?"

You hum distractedly, the coiled tether in your abdomen snapping when he doubles down just right. He eagerly laps at you as your pussy flutters, climbing higher and higher until plunging you into complete euphoria. Each limb feels weightless and liquid as you touch down.

Kuroo keeps sucking and licking you without stopping and you can't cover your mouth to muffle the whimper that slips through. He adds a third finger and continues to move through each aftershock that bounces through your body.

"Come on. Fuck—when you sound like that I don't want you to stop. You're not done yet, I know you can give me another one, pretty girl."

You wanted to dodge his mouth as he sucked on you again, even in the gentle way he prodded at you felt like too much. You weren't going to beg yet, even for a man like Kuroo. Despite your discomfort you felt yourself stir again, weaker but no less corporeal, as he pressed down hard on your clit with a pressure that made you keen.

You loved it.

With effort you rocked into him once more and strained to lock your legs around his head, squeezing when he nips at you. A handful of minutes later you were boneless and spent, legs trembling as he drew your pleasure out. He moaned at the feeling of being utterly surrounded, desperately sending you over again so that he could finally bury himself in you.

You couldn't think past the wall of sensation you were being held against without mercy.

This orgasm was harder than the last, a juggernaut that only built on the first until you cried. A few silent tears trailed down your face, so overcome that his facial hair burned similar to the hand shaped bruise already forming on your hip. You had closed your eyes so tightly that sunbursts bloomed behind your eyes as you breathed through it.

Standing up to catch his breath, he used some of the slick on his fingers to slowly cover his shaft, aching from being hard for so long with all of your teasing. From the sheer size and weight of him, you're glad for the bottle of lube on your bedside table.

You look down at his cock, reddened and dripping, and beckon him closer with one blissed out sigh of his name. Kuroo settled himself over you, tugging you up into a fierce, messy kiss, teeth and tongues and harsh breaths traveling from his mouth into yours.

You were so wet and relaxed that the stretch of him affected you only for a moment as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. Overwhelmed, the gasp when he moves catches in your throat, a ghost of all the pleasure he had given you just moments before leaving your body.

"God, you look so good under me." His voice is wrecked as he slowly thrusts inside of you, setting a steady pace that rattles the bed frame. "Should keep you right here just like this, make you cum until you forget your own name. Would you like that?"

You swear, picturing his words as they traced themselves down your body. As heavy as the feeling of Kuroo resting his weight on you was, you thrived on it. Your arms felt strained from being tied for so long, but he curled around you just so, keeping you both connected for as long as possible as he rutted into you.

Kuroo's arms flexed as he adjusted to reach for you, extending his fingers until they pressed into your parted lips.

"Suck on these, baby," he ordered.

Swirling your tongue around his two fingers, you could taste yourself on his skin. He then leaned down and used them to press into your clit. It had you closing your eyes, too overwhelmed to speak through it.

Each pull of his hips made you want to claw at his back, make his skin red with how hard he was fucking into you. He yelled out in a voice you almost didn't recognize, hoarse and wet as it ripped from his chest.

His unrelenting tempo jostled the bed against the wall and the ropes holding you in place. Sucking in a sharp breath, Kuroo moves back to lean on his heels. Pistoning into your cunt at this new angle had him grabbing onto your hips incredibly hard but you simply didn't care with the way he throbbed inside you.

You were sure your neighbors downstairs would complain to the landlord about the noise but you didn't care. He owed you a favor.

"Come on Tetsurou, cum in me," you panted. "Fuck, I know you're close.You've been so good for me. God look at you, you deserve it. So good."

You intentionally clench around him, and it has Kuroo tumbling into his own release moments later with your name on his lips. You were so full of him all you could do was take everything he had. He had been waiting for so long it almost hurt, the way he pulsed in prolonged ecstasy seizing his veins in a chokehold.

He collapses into your chest for a moment, the both of you covered in a slight sheen of sweat that was beginning to dry in the cool air. Whimpering slightly as he pulled out, he worked through his own lethargy to take care of you.

He leaned up and undid the knots holding you hostage. Immediately they flop onto the mattress, the burn of your muscles just adding to the mental catalog of sensations you take stock of. With Kuroo resting on your chest you card your fingers through his hair, the both of you too out of breath to say anything for a few moments.

Warm. Languid. Eyes drifting closed at how heavy you feel.

"You are gonna be the death of me woman."

"Mhmmm, if that's the case then I'll wait to tell you my proposal then. Wouldn't wanna kill you before another round, Whiskey."

He lifts his head from your chest at that.

"What did you just call me?" He asked, eyes unreadable as they scan your face. You didn't care, the words light in your mouth as they leave you.

"Whiskey. You taste like it and you're bitter on my tongue like smoke. And if you think this is the only time I take you to bed, then let me inform you: I still need to drink my fill of you."

He scratched at his chin for a moment in thought before he smiles, one of the most genuine of the night that makes his eyes crinkle with laughter. There it was again, that secret in his expression that has you eager to ask what he's hiding.

"You're a very perceptive person, baby. I am thoroughly surprised by you. Tell me what you have in mind when I come back."

He jumps out of bed to walk into your bathroom, his ass distracting as you watch him fumble around before returning with a warm washcloth to clean you up. Each brush of his hands on your body is gentle, reverent even as it glides over your pussy. He kisses where your hands had been bound, asking if he was too rough. You almost laughed.

Kuroo was a man of dualities it seemed.

"So I was thinking," you began, finally tossing your stilettos off the bed to lay under your quilt. "I have an ungodly expensive espresso machine that makes a decent latte and fresh beans in the kitchen. How about we take a quick nap and then fire it up before round two? I heard once that drinking coffee makes the sex even better."

"Don't you mean rounds three and four?" He teased, that ego of his purring at the thought of how much you spasmed and shook around him. The only reason you both stopped was late hour, the alcohol and pleasure a tender thrum that enveloped you both.

If you weren't so relaxed you would have probably grabbed onto his balls in response, ruin him all over again. You were lenient with him before, that mischievous streak of his just asking to be punished. You'd learn how he liked it and edge that man until he melted in your hands.

With a lingering kiss he agreed to stay, settling under the covers to rest. He wondered what it would feel like for you to ride him without any clothes in the way. What other toys you had in your closet to show him.

"You think you can go another round and finally ride this man?"

That made you slap at his shoulder, Kuroo's cheek making itself known again like it couldn't be contained.

You would do it. Break him until he understood who held the reigns. He had barely scratched the surface of what made you wild.

The world was still dark as you both drifted off. At the assurance that you wanted him there, he fell asleep, thinking about how you'd look with his cock bulging your pretty throat that was already peppered with kiss bitten bruises beginning to show on your skin.

This was the beginning of something new and Kuroo wasn't one to let go of surprising variables like you. Even now as he dreamed, the feeling of your body curling into his had him imagining things that made his blood warm in his veins.

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