In the back alley

"So? You find a place?" I ask as he slowly drags his eyes over me and I cross my arms- he blinks, once, twice- "Uh- Yeah, yeah. I can show you where." He says, clearing his throat as I nod, grabbing my backpack. "Sakusa-kun, would you mind sitting in the back with Yama-kun and Aima?" I ask and he shrugs as I help Aima stand, packing up her things. "Your chariot awaits; come on Yama-kun, Miya-san." I say and they all tag along as I escort Aima to the car. "Didn't I tell you you could call me 'Tsumu?" 'Tsumu says and I glance back at him, reaching into my backpack pocket for the Mustang keys. "Have we met yet? I'm Aima, Kimiko's best friend!" Aima chimes as we stop in front of the Mustang, the two of them shaking hands. "I'm Atsumu Miya. I met Suzuki-chan this morning." 'Tsumu says and I unlock the car, his eyes widening as I get Aima settled in the back seat before putting our things in the trunk. "Hop up front." I say as I head to the driver's seat, Tobio and Omi hopping in the back with Aima. "Wait- this is your car?" 'Tsumu says as we both slide into the car, putting on our seatbelts. "I'd rather it not be." I grumbled, making sure everyone was buckled in.

"Who wouldn't want a car like this!" 'Tsumu asks, gesturing to the car as I turn it on. "I'm not saying I don't like the car- I'm saying I don't like the circumstances in which I received it." I say and 'Tsumu furrows his eyebrows as I pull out my phone and hook it to the speaker. "What, did someone die and you inherited it?" 'Tsumu asks and I shake my head, playing 'talking to voices' as I reverse out of the parking spot. "The only thing that died for me to inherit this is my pride; I have a peculiar set of friends, friends that trick me into signing the title of a car even though I refused it for four years prior. The one in the backseat is right up there with him, maybe even a bit worse considering how this competition is going." I say, Aima laughing as she crosses her arms. "Speak of the devil, you forgot to file a report on how that was with Arthur." Aima asks and I purse my lips, beginning to drive out of the parking lot. "Uh, bout that, with Nen there we didn't do such a thing. It'll have to wait for the next at Shiratorizawa." I say though I see Omi perk up at the mention. "Wait, you mean that Ushijima might be in on the competition?" Omi asks, leaning forward and putting his hands on the back of the seat.

"Actually, Ushi-Senpai is in on the competition." I say and this seems to really get Omi's attention as I start driving. "How far have you gone? Has he already gone through the first round? Was it good? When did this happen?" Omi asks in quick succession right next to my head. "Sakusa-kun, I would appreciate it if you sat back for your own safety. To answer your question, uh, rule #1 of revisions and we have not gone through the first round." I say and 'Tsumu points to the next right, which I easily take. "So you have done it." Omi mumbles and I huff, shaking my head. "While Ushi-Senpai told me I could freely discuss what happened because he was not ashamed, I am unfortunately restricted from doing so because of a non-disclosure agreement." I chime though Aima clears her throat, 'Tsumu pointed for me to take a left. "One in which everyone but you signed- you signed a title instead." Aima says and I take the left, wiggling my nose. "Curse you and your attention to details- I'm still not going to say." I mumble though Aima leans forward this time, a grin on her face. "You rode him, didn't you?" Aima asks and I feel my cheeks burn as I look at the road ahead.

"First off, you better sit your ass back. Second, I'm sure as hell not telling you what we did and didn't do." I grumble and Aima giggles, sitting back in her chair. "You don't have to! It was pretty obvious since when I arrived he was so dazed- he was just staring at you, lost in lala land." Aima giggles and I shift, stopping at a red light. "Yeah, well, I'm not saying anything." I grumble, the next song playing (two cups). "From the way everyone is reacting, I'd think you rode everyone's dick!" Aima chimes and I feel my whole body burn from embarrassment, my body stiffening. "No, fucking, way. No! You didn't! Oh my god, Kimiko! You- oh my-" Aima laughs and the light turns green, so I keep driving. "You freaky ass bitch- you were drunk as hell, high off your ass and you decided to go for a wild rodeo, didn't you." Aima chimes and I don't say anything, just staring ahead. "You've grown so much. I can't believe it- in fact, it seems like just yesterday you had your first with-" Aima says though I reach back and cover her mouth. "You know, I'm starting to have second thoughts on this whole sex aspect of the competition, since you can't stop prying." I say, moving my hand back to the steering wheel.

"My lips are sealed." Aima chimes, pretending to yeet the key from the window. "That's more like it." I mumble and she smiles widely at me. "Wait- 'sex aspect of the competition'? What exactly is this competition? Is Aima like your pimp or something?" 'Tsumu says, pointing into a parking lot of a diner, Aima's eyes lighting up. "Aima, no." I say though she just grins widely at me. "You promised, you did- besides, it's not like he's actually going to join." Aima chimes and I find a parking spot. "There are already 20 fucking people, Aima! Let alone, this is getting a bit complicated as is, isn't it?" I ask and she hums, grinning widely. "You've met him, he seems decent- I'm simply going to expand my pool." Aima chimes and I turn off the car. "Me kissing 20 fucking people isn't enough for you?" I ask and she gives me puppy dog eyes, putting her hand on her stomach. "But Kimiko… I'm living vicariously through you now…" Aima whines and I rub my eyes, letting out a deep sigh. "You know what- whatever, fuck it. I'm going for a smoke, don't follow. Go eat your burger and shake, text me when you're done." I grumble, reaching in the center console and grabbing my lighter and a blunt.

It was one of the few Arthur had stashed in the car, but I felt like I was going to need it with all the stress I recently built up. I step out of the car and pop the trunk, grabbing my earbuds before waiting for everyone to hop out, locking the car. I head to the back of the restaurant, easily scaling the outer wall and finding myself by an empty pedestrian underpass. I head over and duck into the maintenance doorway, glancing both ways and making sure it was clear. I pop my earbuds in and play 'remind me of the Summer' on repeat, pulling the blunt out and lighting it. I take a big hit, closing my eyes and enjoying the smoke filling my lungs. I slide to the ground, curling into a ball and slowly exhaling the smoke. It had been 5 years since I last smoked- it was one of the things I quit for Nen, but I couldn't help but remember how it was one of the things that always helped me relax and keep me calm. I had never really thought of it as a bad thing, in fact I knew it had many medical benefits. I had only quit when I became pregnant, but I had never really had the time nor money to get back into it- let alone no connections. I took another big hit, feeling the calm and relax feeling settle in.

I softly sing the song as it repeats, leaning back and kicking one of my legs out. I take another hit, letting my head fall back against the door and slowly opening my eyes. "I cross my tears and dilate my eyes; I live with her in mind. They say living life is free; I'll have to deny, cause every day I pay the price." I sing louder as the bass drops, my mind wandering back to being with Ray. I stick the blunt in between my lips and take a hit as I pull my hair from its hair tie. I exhale through my nose as I put the tie on my wrist, though I pull it back and snap it. I take the blunt back in my fingers, singing the song as I ash the blunt, watching the wind brush it away. I take another hit, wondering if Arthur would want to drive all this way to smoke- I knew we couldn't though, he was taking some time for himself for the week and I had to babysit Tobio. It was lonely smoking… well, alone. Someone casts a shadow into the underpass and I glance over, seeing one of the boys from earlier- Suna? I think that was his name. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt, black jeans, black sneakers and a black beanie. He looked over me, seeming to assess me, trying to get a feel for me.

I ash the blunt and take a hit before I offer it over to him- he doesn't hesitate, stepping into the underpass. He walks over and takes the blunt, sliding down to sit next to me as he hits it. He doesn't even cough at the strand, just nods his head as he exhales it, inhaling it through his nose. He offers it back to me and I hit it again, curling back into my ball. I pass the blunt back to him and he takes it, idly twiddling it in his fingers. I pull out my left earbud and offer it to him, which he takes and puts in. "Gotta deal with the repeat, I'm vibing." I mumble and his lip twitches into a smile as he hits the blunt again. "Don't mind, good song." He mumbles, offering me the blunt which I take, hitting it again. "Stressed out?" He asks and I snort, ashing the blunt and offering it back to him. "Honestly, I'm just starting to realize I'm never not stressed." I mumble and he snorts this time, taking the blunt and hitting it. "I feel that." He mumbles, making me smile as I take the blunt he offers. "Life be like that tho." I say simply and he chuckles softly, nodding his head. "Yeah, it do be like that." He says and I hit the blunt, offering it back. "Wanna fuck it out with me?" He asks softly, startling me as I look over at him.

He doesn't look at me- not at first, at least. He hits the blunt, ashing it before he looks at me with dead serious, hungry eyes. He slowly exhales, twirling the blunt in his fingers- he wasn't going to give it to me until I answered. "Why the fuck not?" I snort, reaching over and taking the blunt, taking a big deep hit. I give it back to him before I strip off my jacket, pulling my hair into a sloppy bun. He hits the blunt, watching me as I climb onto his lap and straddle him, sliding my hands under his shirt. I find the button of his jeans and pop them open, already feeling him straining against his zipper. I exhale the smoke from my lungs as I carefully unzip his jeans, sliding back off of his lap and to the side. He was commando under his jeans, though he was hidden under his shirt with how he was sitting. I slowly trace my finger over him, meeting his gaze for a second before I lean down. I brush his shirt and jeans out of the way as he leans against the door, laying his head back. He hits the blunt and I wrap my hand around his girth- my fingers couldn't touch, he was pretty thick. I flick my tongue across his tip and he takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling the smoke as I drag my tongue along him.

The heat came, gathering between my legs- the song, what I was doing, what we planned to do… I capture his tip in my mouth, feeling him shiver as he hits the blunt again. He was so nonchalant about it as well, but for some reason that made it interesting. I start slow, rolling my tongue over him as I lightly bob my head. He moves the blunt to his left hand, his right hand gently sliding into my hair. He let out a soft groan- it was music to my ears, it sounded so nice, making me hot and tingly all over. I adjusted myself on my jacket and leaned more over his lap, sliding him deeply into my throat. He lets out another groan, louder this time, his fingers curling in my hair and making my skull tingle. I bob my head on him and he takes shaky breaths, covering it by hitting the blunt again- it was almost gone. I slid him all the way into my mouth, sucking lightly as I massaged him with my tongue. He hissed the smoke from his lungs, gripping tightly onto my hair as he tensed. "Fuck…" he whispers, pulling me off of him and pulling me into a heated kiss. Our tongues tangle- he tasted like jelly fruit snacks and weed, his mouth hot- he pulled me into his lap, letting his hot body melt mine.

His hands grab onto my hips and he stands up- I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and he turns us around, pinning me to the door. He grazes his teeth over my tongue and I shiver, returning the favor, eliciting a groan from him. He slides my dress up to my hips and grabs my panties, pulling them out of the way. He slams into me and I moan, letting my head fall back against the door at the familiar stretching feeling. "Holy shit…" He groans softly, his hands grabbing tightly onto my hips as he started pounding into me. I moan- he didn't hold back, going fast, hard, pinning me between his hot body and the cold door behind me. We both pant for air and I arch my chest against him, pressing my hands against his chest- he takes the hint, taking a step back. I lean back against the door and change the angle slightly- I scream as bliss tears through me like a wild beast, his throbbing cock slamming relentlessly against the spot that sends stars flashing over my vision. "Damn…" He groans loudly, wet smacks echoing through the underpass as I writhe, moaning in pleasure. He leans down and captures my lips, his hands sliding down to cup my ass.

I put my hands on his shoulders as I hear my phone ringing, rolling my hips into his thrusts. He lets out a guttural groan, his fingers digging into my ass as he grabs on tight. His head falls into my shoulder and he lets out a shuddering breath, his thrusts getting rapid and sloppy. "Cum inside me." I whisper in his ear and just like that a deep shudder tears through him as he slams into me once more. He sprays his seed into me with a low groan, squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed into me. I feel a tingling in my core as I unwrap my legs from around him. He catches his breath, pulling out and setting me down. I grab my phone and answer it, putting it to my ear as I fix my clothes. "You done with your bull?" I ask as I grab my car keys and lighter, holding out my hand to Suna. He had fixed his clothes already, though he was still a little flushed- he looked high off his ass, but I knew for a fact that it was more like he just got a good fuck. "Yeah, we're waiting for you by the car." Aima says as Suna takes my earbud out of his ear and deposits it into my waiting palm. "Okay. I'm on my way." I mumble, hanging up and heading back to the restaurant.

"You have my number." Suna calls after me and I pause, slowly turning to look at him. "I'm sure you have mine, too." I mumble, taking a step back before I easily scale the wall, swinging my body over. I didn't need to see his reaction to know it was true- my intuition never lies. I'd be seeing a lot more of Suna, and not as a smoking buddy- but as yet another person to kiss. I walked over to the car, shoving my hands in my jacket pockets and storming over to the car where Aima was waiting with the others. "Four more, huh?" I grumble as I pop open the door, sliding into the car and dropping my earbuds in the middle console. "Uh, yeah." Aima says, fiddling with her fingers as she slides into the passenger seat. She looks up at me as I run a hand through my hair, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. "You okay?" She asks, seeming to pick up on the tension I held as Omi and Tobio slide in the backseat. The new 4 gathered around the car, presumably sticking around for instructions to wherever we planned on going next so they could tag along. "Remember when I told you that I needed a minute to get back to me?" I ask as I grab a stick of gum from the center console.

"I'm guessing you're going to need more time?" Aima asks and I snort, tossing the gum into my mouth. "Time isn't going to fix it this time around, and I'm not quite sure what will. Other than that! There's been this car following me for the last week and I have no fucking clue who they are or what they want!" I say and Aima stiffens as I point to a car in the back lot. "Do you think it's the man?" She asks and I lay my head back against the headrest. "I honestly have absolutely no fucking clue who it is, but I'm pretty sure the man can't afford two men in designer suits to be following me in 3 shifts at all times of the day." I say and Aima shifts, staring at the car. "Do you have an idea who might've sent them?" Aima asks and I blow a bubble, looking up at the roof of the car. "I met my grandmother at a party about two weeks ago. These guys appeared after I left that party, so that's a hint. Could be paparazzi, could be private investigators, could be any number of things…" I grumble, though Aima slowly nods. "Have you tried confronting them?" Aima asks and I laugh, sliding out of the car. "Watch this." I say, starting to walk towards the black car- It immediately takes off out of the parking lot.

I wait for seconds before turning around, pointing towards the entrance of the parking lot, where a more discreet car pulls in. I walk back to the car as the car pulls into the spot that was recently vacated; two people hop out and head inside, presumably a couple, though they weren't talking. I slide back into my seat of the car, watching them as they head inside and take a seat at the booth closest to the door and window. "Those two are in on it; the car from before is parked outside on the corner, waiting for news that I'm departing." I mumble and Aima slowly nods, staring at the couple. "And, uh, have you tried losing them?" Aima asks and I shrug, sticking my key in the ignition. "Oh yeah, plenty. I've managed to do it too- but they camp out at the car I left behind, or they track me down, or they go back to the house. It's basically a game of cat and mouse." I grumble and Aima nods, leaning back in her seat. "Well who did you piss off?" Aima grumbles and I let out a hearty laugh. "My grandmother, actually. I royally pissed her off at that party, and it was only the first day." I chime as I turn the car on, closing my door as everyone puts their seatbelts on.

We head to the place Aima picked out (A hotel she rented a room in for the night) and I took a quick shower- when I stepped out, I noticed the clothes I had picked out had been replaced. It was a pair of shorts and a crop top, along with some lacy black underwear. I wrap my towel tightly around myself and grab the clothes, storming out of the bathroom. "Aima. It's cold outside, and you expect me to wear this?" I ask, throwing the clothes on the bed beside her, pinning her with a glare. The boys were all staring at me, wide eyed as Aima just gives me a sheepish smile. "Well, the cold has never bothered you before…" Aima chimes and I rub my eyes, sighing heavily. "Yeah, a lot of things have never bothered me before, and a lot of things that used to bother me don't bother me anymore." I say and Aima purses her lips. "Like what?" She asks and I take the towel from around my body and throw it at her. All the boys swallowed thickly as my naked body was on full view, Tobio's face blooming red. "I don't fucking know, Aima. Maybe the fact that I can do shit like this and give a damn, but I can't stand the thought of wearing that?" I say, gesturing to the clothes, Aima staring at me wide eyed.

"When… when did that get there?" Aima asks, pointing to my hip and I glance down, seeing she was talking about the new tattoo on my hip. "Oh, I guess I never told you about that." I grumble, Aima raising an eyebrow as I search through my bag. I pull out the flashlight and turn off the light, shutting the curtains. "I don't want Nen to see them, and Arthur specializes in this kind of stuff." I say, offering the flashlight to Aima. "Point it at me." I say and she clicks it on, pointing the black light at me. Everyone gasps when I light up like a Christmas tree, my skin decorated in all kinds of tattoos in the light. I turn around and lift my hair, letting them see my back. "Holy shit! What- how?" Aima gasps as she stands, running her hand over my back. It was Arthur's masterpiece on my skin, a full back tattoo that had intricate roses in a tribal design. "Arthur, he likes using me as his canvas. I could care less since it's invisible on my skin when it heals." I say, pointing to my hip. "Welcome my newest piece." I mumble as Aima runs her fingers over my skin. "I had no clue, your skin was always so perfect." Aima mumbles and I drop my hair, turning back around as she drags the light over me again.

"That's kind of the point, as I said, Arthur's a specialist in this stuff." I say and she slowly nods, admiring my tattoos. "Hot damn, I… when the fuck? This is just… I didn't know." Aima mumbles and I shrug, pointing to the black ink tattoo on my stomach. "He did this one too, he's done them all over the past 5 years." I say and Aima nods, whistling softly. "I wonder how everyone would react to seeing this?" She laughs softly though I take the flashlight and turn it off, putting it away. "If I'm lucky, I'll never know." I mumble as I dig through my bag, grabbing something to change into. I slide it on and Aima hums, tilting her head at me. "You okay?" She asks and I pause as I slide on my joggers, sparing her a glance. I don't answer, finishing getting dressed and grabbing my phone. "So, are we gonna do this?" I mumble and she slowly stands up, grabbing my arm and staring me in the eyes. I stare back at her, feeling numb inside as she searches my eyes. "It's because I'm pregnant, isn't it?" She asks and I tense, dropping my gaze down. "It is- It's about Ray, how I'm pregnant, just like she was." Aima says and I pull my arm away, grabbing my sweater and pulling it over my body.

"You never talk about what happened, but you always blame yourself. Why?" She asks and I shove my hands in my pockets. "Because if I had just said yes and kept my mouth shut, he wouldn't have done that to her." I mumble, shifting uncomfortably though Aima steps into my vision. "It wasn't your fault, what happened." Aima says and I snort, pulling my hood up. "He did it because I didn't want him, I wouldn't be his, even though he was with her- I told Ray that he had approached me, that he wanted to cheat on her with me, but I refused. Ray confronted him and… he did that, while she was pregnant with his kid. If I had just shut up and agreed, she wouldn't be in that position. If something had happened, she would've just hated me, but she would've been alive right now." I mumble, tears gathering in my eyes though Aima brushes them away. "You're not at fault, Kimiko. That was all on him and his twisted mind; besides, I'm not Ray. I'm me." Aima says and I reach out, touching her stomach. "Yeah, you're Aima- that's why I won't let it happen again. If anyone touches you with any ill intent… I'll fucking murder them." I whisper, completely serious as Aima takes my hand.

"Hopefully it won't come to that." She whispers and I finally look into her eyes, slowly nodding. "I'm happy for you, Aima, I am. It's just going to be difficult because… I don't want to lose you like I lost her. I don't want to lose anyone, and I don't want to have to hurt anyone. But right now, everytime I look at you, I think of her and how I should've been there to save her." I whisper and she pulls me into a tight hug, sniffing lightly. "It'll be okay, you'll see." She whispers and I wrap my arms around her, patting her back. "Don't you dare cry on me, you ugly ass fucking crier. One time too many I've been your snot rag." I say and Aima laughs, pulling away from me. "Yeah yeah, it's just all the hormones acting up. Come on! It's time to get your kiss on with Sakusa-kun." Aima says, smacking my shoulder as I offer her a half-hearted smile. "Everyone out! We need to go over the rules one more time and set up a schedule." Aima says and everyone except Omi steps out. He walks over and sits on the bed, pulling me to sit down beside him. He takes my hand and gently strokes it with his thumb, making me tingle and warm. "You okay?" He asks and I snort, staring at the floor.

"Just starting to realize I never have been- I've just been bottling it all up, and it's starting to bubble over." I whisper and Omi's thumb pauses for a second. "I don't know much about you… but from what I can tell, you've had a pretty complicated one." He mumbles and I simply nod, pressing my lips together. "Yeah, that's one way to describe it." I whisper, brushing my hand through my hair and pushing my hood back. "Is there someone that you relax with?" Omi asks and I hum, dropping my gaze. "There's a few people that help me relax and stay calm, but this is a bit different." I whisper and Omi nods, his finger gently tracing the back of my hand. "It's weird, thinking that under a black light you turn into an even different kind of beauty." Omi says and I laugh softly, dropping my head back. "Yeah, I didn't even know that kind of stuff existed- it shocked me back then too. I thought it was really cool though, so I let Arthur tattoo me up." I say and Omi nods, his finger tracing up my arm. "You're beautiful in general. It's just… seeing you glow with such artwork on your skin, it makes it almost ethereal. Like you're an angel." Omi says, his finger tracing over my shoulder and along my collarbone.

"I'm no angel." I whisper as he gently cups my chin, pulling me to face him. "Lucifer was the beautifulest angel before God cast him away." He whispers, making my cheeks burn as he slowly leans down. "So you're a fallen angel; I just see an angel." He whispers, his breath brushing over my lips and making my breath catch. I close my eyes and his lips gently brush over mine, making me tingle. They were soft and warm, gentle but not restrained as he lays his lips onto mine. He lingered for a moment and I just enjoyed the tingling warmth on my lips. He pulled away, standing up and storming out of the door without another word. I blink, surprised by his sudden leaving- had I upset him? I hoped I hadn't, I didn't really do anything that was worthy of such a reaction. Aima steps in with the paperwork in hand, raising an eyebrow at me. "What's up with him?" She asks and I take the paperwork, writing down my opinion. "No clue, he just stormed out suddenly." I mumble and she sits down next to me, reading over the review. "Weird… but okay. Guess he needed some fresh air." Aima mumbles and I shrug, giving her the paper which she puts into her binder before putting it away.

"Okay! The others have already left, so it's just us four. You can come in now, Yama-kun!" Aima chimes and Tobio walks in, taking a seat in the corner of the room and seeming stiff. "You remember those pictures we took that one day? Well, you're going to be using them today, for a challenge! You're going to do Katy Perry's dressin' up and send the pictures to the designated lines. Tobio is excused for this one time since you have to chaperone, but you'll do it right now!" Aima chimes, clapping her hand excitedly. "Oh my god…" I mumble and she cackles, patting my back. "Oh come on, you act like you aren't interested in their reactions. I know I am! Now come on!" Aima chimes and I sigh, pulling out my phone. "Fine, fine…" I mumble, pulling up the group chat and sparing a glance at Aima as I start[C2]. "That was surprisingly easy…" I mumble, having just finished the challenge- of course they were told it was a challenge ahead of time, but I expected more. "Ugh! That's so boring, what the heck!" Aima groans, pulling out her phone and beginning to type. "Holy- Kimiko, ask them if they're masturbating." Aima says and I raise an eyebrow, texting to ask if they were masturbating.

"Holy… they all are? Doing that?" I mumble, my cheeks burning as I get a PM from Tendo. I open it up and see a video waiting for me- I swallow, my eyes widening as I quickly exit out of it. I text the group chat, my face bright red- did I like it? I couldn't even bring myself to watch it! I drop my phone and slap my cheeks, taking a deep breath as I twiddle my fingers. I glanced down at my phone, hesitantly grabbing it- Aima had sent two pictures and a short video of me twiddling my fingers, my face bright red. "Aima!" I squeak, though my PMs started blowing up- a quick glance showed me that all of the boys were sending me videos. "Oh god-" I squeak, my fingers trembling as I excuse myself from the chat though Aima pins me down, grinning and taking my phone. "Oh no girl, you're going to watch each and everyone of those." Aima cackles as I stare up at her- I wouldn't dare fight her back and potentially hurt her. "Aima, no!" I squeak and she cackles as the door opens, Omi stepping back in. Tobio was in the bathroom, presumably dealing with himself- he, Arthur and Hina had yet to send me a video, so I had my own idea of what the two were doing over video call.

"Do you want to get revenge?" Aima asks and I look back up at her, raising an eyebrow. "All these videos… look at them, all hot and bothered, ready to tease you." Aima says, pulling up one of the videos- Iwai's- and showing it to me. I dropped my gaze though Aima grinned at me, waving the phone. "All hot and flustered, seeing you like that, looking at pictures of you like that… getting off knowing that you're hot and bothered with these videos. Oh, I believe this guy is a groaner..." Aima chimes, exiting the video of Iwai's and pulling a different one up- 'Samus. 'Samus soft groans filled the room and I felt my body burn with heat, his voice making me tingle. "Or perhaps, you'd like to get some teasing in on a certain someone?" Aima chimes, exiting the video, pulling up Kozu's video. He was panting, shaking, his face contorted in bliss. "Maybe- just maybe- you want to give someone a little taste of their own." Aima chimes, exiting out of that video and opening Kuroo's. His hot eyes, his sexy grin- he licked his bottom lip before biting it, his grin spreading wider. Meanwhile, just below his knowing grin, he was touching himself, groping himself but by no means going at it like the others.

I look back up at Aima, huffing as she backed out of the video, dropping it to the side. "Sakusa-kun! Would you be willing to assist us in a devious plot? I was thinking, how nice would it be, per say, if we send a video or two to the group of teasers. One, of you teasing our little cutie here- I have something interesting in mind. Our girl here will return the favor with a tease of her own, the other video. I'll record, of course, underwear will stay on. Unless, of course, you both agree to go farther on your own terms." Aima chimes and Omi hums softly, walking over. "What do you think, Angel?" Omi asks softly and I glance at him, then back at Aima. "Sounds better than Aima making me watch every second of every video that I was just sent, and I get to put them through hell while I'm at it… sure, why not?" I mumble and Aima grins, hopping off of me and clapping her hands excitedly. "Great news! This is gonna be fun! We'll start with you Omi, strip down to your undies and lay down!" Aima chimes, hopping off the bed as I sigh, sliding up and stripping off my shirt. "You, dear girl, are stripping fully and putting on that underwear from earlier." Aima chimes and I spare her a small glare.

A hand brushes over my back and I jump at the tingling sensation that shoots through me, sucking in a sharp breath. "Did I shock you?" Omi asks as his finger slides down my spine, making me shiver as the tingling pulses through me. "Dunno if I'd call it 'shocking', more like… tingling?" I mumble and Omi chuckles, unclipping my bra. "I wasn't talking about a friction shock, but it's nice to know I make you 'tingle'. I was referring to an emotional shock." Omi says and I purse my lips as he gently brushes his fingers over my shoulders, letting my bra straps fall off my shoulder. "Oh, well, it did surprise me. I can't say I'm used to the tingling everytime you touch me." I mumble and Omi hums, Aima grinning widely. "Everytime?" He whispers and I nod, sliding my thumbs into my joggers and panties, sliding them off. Aima hands me the underwear- black lace and string- so I slide on the bra, thong, garter and thigh high socks, clipping them to the waist garter. "Okay, so, what are we doing?" I mumble, glancing up at Aima as she giddily claps her hands. "You just tease Omi however you like, Kimiko. Use him to show off what you can do." Aima chimes and I slowly nod, taking a deep breath.

"Oh! These too." Aima chimes, offering me a pair of glossy black platform stiletto heels. I raise an eyebrow as I take them, sliding them on before I glance over at Omi. He lays on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head and looking at me. Aima smiled and took my phone, sitting above Omi's head and grinning at me. "Whenever you're ready to get your tease on." Aima chimes and I sigh, crawling over Omi and sitting on his thighs. "Can't believe I'm doing this." I mumble before I glance up at Aima, looking down at Omi's built chest. He was smooth, pale and thick with muscle, though I wasn't surprised. He was one of the top three spikers in the volleyball scene, and only a second year at that. I had no doubt that he was thick with muscle, but that doesn't mean I didn't admire it. I ran my finger over his abdomen, tracing the lines of his muscles and moving lower. He sucked in a breath when I lightly pulled his boxers down- he didn't have any hair- and dropped my head down. His hard cock throbbed against my wrist as I closed my eyes, opening my mouth slightly. I slid my tongue over his pelvis and he shivered as I slowly dragged my tongue up, tracing the center line of his muscles.

I slid my tongue up his chest and moved to straddle his lap, lightly grinding against him. He let out a low groan as I dragged my tongue over his neck, my hands finding their way to either side of his chest. I nipped his neck before I slid up to lean on my arms, pressing my dripping wet heat against him as I gave him a deeper grind of my hips. "That was awesome. Okay! We got your video, Kimiko! It's your turn, Sakusa-kun!" Aima chimes as I crawl off of Omi, my cheeks burning as he chuckles softly. "Darn, I was hoping for more…" Omi chuckles before he pins my chest down to the bed, swiftly reaching down and unclipping my socks from my garter. "Stay like that; let me know when you're ready, Aima." Omi says as he slides down to my hips, his fingers hooking in my garter. "Hold on hold on!" Aima chimes, running over to my bag and grabbing something. She turns off the light before she comes over and sits in front of me, clicking something- black light shines over me, making my tattoos glow as Aima cackles. "Okay! Go." She says and Omi leans his head down so his hair tickles my hip, biting it light and making me gasp. He slides my garter to my knees, settling between my legs and sitting up as he pulls me to kneel with my chest pressed into the bed.

He grinds himself into my heat, making me moan though he grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me to sit up. I suck in a sharp breath as his head dips into my neck, licking it while his other hand slid around my hip. His arm curled around my waist, his hand cupping my heat and his finger gently tracing over my panties. "So hot, so wet. I can help." He whispers in my ear, a violent shudder tearing through me as his body pressed against my back, making me tingle. His hand on my heat pulled me back against his hard length, a sweet moan escaping me as he found my aching bud. "Okay! Done, damn they're going to love and hate that!" Aima cackles, though Omi doesn't move or stop his finger from slowly circling my aching bud. "Are we done, my sweet angel?" He asks softly in my ear, my breath catching as Aima grins at me. "Are you opposed to continuing, Kimiko?" Aima chimes, crawling off the bed and turning off the black light. "No…" I admit, his finger sliding to the edge of my thong as Aima giggles. "I'll leave you two alone then!" Aima chimes, grabbing her jacket and phone, dashing out the door. Omi doesn't wait- he slides his finger past my panties, beginning to circle my bud.

I shiver at the feeling of his bare skin against mine, making me tingle as I begin panting for air. "Does it tingle?" He whispers in my ear and I shiver at the feeling of his hot breath on my neck. I nod, biting my bottom lip as my legs begin to tremble. He chuckles softly, his finger sliding lower between my legs, circling my dripping core. "Do you think it'll tingle here, too?" He whispers and I shrug, my tongue feeling lethargic in my mouth. "I guess we'll see…" he whispers, sliding two fingers inside of my wet heat. I moan as my body explodes in heat, tingling everywhere in my core as he pumps his fingers into me. "Does it tingle?" He asks and I nod, my whole body trembling as moans sprinkle out of me. He chuckles, his cock throbbing against my ass- I grind back against him, biting my bottom lip. He groans, his hand sliding out from my hair and down to my hip. "You keep at that and I won't be able to hold back, my sweet angel." He whispers and I shudder, letting my eyes fall closed. His fingers brush over the tender spot inside me, sending pleasure tearing through me as I gasp out a breath. I fall forward onto my elbows, moaning as I press my ass against his throbbing cock.

His fingers brush over that spot again and I moan louder, clutching onto the bed. "S-Sa...ku...sa…" I work out and his fingers slide over that spot again and again, bliss tearing through me. I cry out and feel myself throb on his fingers, writhing as white flashes over my vision. "Oh, my sweet angel…" Omi chuckles, withdrawing his fingers from inside of me and pulling his hips back. I pant desperately for air, my head dizzy and my body still tingling from his touch. His fingers brush over my inner thighs, spreading my legs lightly before he presses on the small of my back. I let my upper half fall onto the bed, his hand with two wet fingers cupping my ass. "Usually I prefer the other hole since I can raw it, but I've never been bare in this…" Omi says, his thumb brushing over my dripping wet core. "From my understanding, you actually prefer it bare. May I go raw in this hole, then?" He asks and I nod, his thumb sliding between my lips. "I hope you don't mind, you don't seem to need aftercare this time around, so I'll be going as I please just this once." He whispers, his thumb pulling away from my core and replaced by his cock. His other hand slides to the small of my back, his fingers stretching over it.

I cry out as he slams into me, feeling the familiar stretch of my insides- he was a big, filling me completely and reaching deep inside me. My core tingles, the air I breathe feeling cold even though my body was burning. I cry out with every thrust that slams deep inside of me, clawing desperately at the bed as my body trembles. "Oh, sweet goddess… forgive me, I won't last long…" he gasps, his breath shuddering as he digs his fingers into my back. I thrust my hips back into his slam, a loud smack sounding through the room- I scream in bliss, tingling everywhere as stars flash across my vision, my body writhing. Omi groans loudly, his hands grabbing tightly onto my hips and pulling me into his thrusts. I cry out with every loud, wet smack that echoes through the room, Omi's fingers trembling as he pants desperately. "F-Fuck! Oh, goddess, oh sweet goddess-" Omi groans, my head dizzy from the feeling of tingling deep inside of me, my core trembling, throbbing around him as my body writhes. Omi's thrusts get rapid and frantic as he gasps desperately for air, tugging me back against him as I feel my body jiggle with every rough thrust and wet slap of our hips meeting.

I toss my head back and scream in bliss, tensing my lower half at the overwhelming feelings- Omi cries out, digging his nails into my hips as he slams fully into me. His cock throbs inside of me, spilling his hot seed into me as he lets out a low groan. "Oh- fuck- god-" Omi groans, his body trembling as he collapses against my back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" he chokes out as he pulls me as close at he can, his fingers trembling as he digs them into my hips. I relax my body and he sucks in a breath, groaning loudly as his fingers relax on my hips. His hips lightly rock into me as he pants desperately for air, his body still trembling. "Oh fuck- oh, my goddess… my angel… my heaven…" he whispers as I try to catch my breath, my body collapsing against the bed. "Omi…" I moan and he perches up on his elbows, beginning to stroke deeply into me. I moan sweetly as I tingle, my body twitching. "Close your legs…" he whispers and I do, his cock still inside of me and his legs now straddling my thighs. I moan as I feel myself stretch more, his cock stroking all areas of me with his slow strokes. "Do what you were doing earlier…" he whispers and I move to rock my hips against him, though he presses them down.

"No, no… the other thing…" he croaks and I furrow my eyebrows, wondering what he meant. The only other thing I had done was- I tense my lower half and he groans loudly, his head falling against my back as he takes shuddering breaths. "That… like… that…" he chokes out, though I moan as I feel every move, every inch of him. He trembles, taking loud shuddering breaths as he pulls out half way, stroking into me and making my lower half tingle. "Omi… Omi…" I moan, clawing at the bed as he goes slow, though I feel every bliss inducing movement. "Omi… Ki… Omi..." I moan sweetly, feeling a violent shudder tearing through him as he strokes into me faster, deeper. I moan sweetly, my body trembling as I feel my lower half throbbing. "Are you trying to say my name, angel?" He pants, gently kissing over the back of my shoulders as a shudder tears through me. "Ki- Omi… Ki...yo...Omi…" I choke out and he groans, his hands sliding under my body and pulling me tightly to him. "Just Omi is fine, my sweet angel…" he whispers as he slides fully into me, beginning to gently rock into me. "Omi… Omi… Omi… Mm..." I moan sweetly, biting my bottom lip as I tremble under him.

His arm slides under my breast, holding me tightly to his chest as his other hand slides under and down to where we're connected. His fingers slowly stroke my aching bud and I suck in a sharp breath at the hot wave of bliss that washes over me. My mind goes blank, my whole body tingling from head to toe in hot bliss, pleasure pulsing from my bud, only accentuated by his steady rocks into me. I alternate between panting and moaning, my body turning to goo as my core trembles and throbs, dizzy from the pleasure. "Oh… angel… so hot, so wet… so good… my sweet heaven..." Omi groans as wet squelches sound through the room, my core feeling like it was on fire. Omi groans as I feel like my body was burning with the bliss- his finger was moving so slow on my bud and his hips barely moved, just grinding into me. He was so deep, stretching me, sending tingling bliss through me in steady waves- something built up in my core and I mewled desperately, writhing and clawing at the bed. "Mi… O… mi… O… Mm… Ah!" I choke out, crying as I feel the tension in my core, building- such a strange feeling, the tension- it suddenly snapped and I cried out.

Omi groans loudly as I feel something spill from my core onto his cock, pouring onto the bed as he panted into my neck. "You… oh, you… you're a… oh sweet angel…" Omi groans, beginning to grind deeper into me and moving his fingers, wet with my juices, faster on my aching bud. I gasp desperately for air, squeezing my eyes shut at the overwhelming bliss- why wasn't it stopping? What was that pouring from me? Omi groaned loudly, panting for air as he bit onto my shoulder, making me shiver. He spilled his seed deep inside me, a shudder tearing through him as he held me tight. I moan softly at the feeling of his hot seed, burying my head into the bed as I dug my fingers in. He pulled out, panting softly as the stuff stopped pouring from me, leaving me feeling like a gooey mess. "Let's clean you up." Omi mumbles, fixing my panties and scooping me into his arms. He carries me to the bathroom and knocks on the door, though I shyly bury my head into his chest as Tobio opens the door. "Out. Don't sit on the bed, it's dirty." Omi says and Tobio nods, sliding past us without saying a word. Omi carries me in and closes the door, locking it before we take a shower and bath together.

"You got a call while I had your phone- well, outside of the boys calls." Aima says once we were clean and dressed, offering me my phone. "It was someone I never heard of before, but apparently they were calling on behalf of your grandparents. They got news that you were here and wanted you to swing by their house for a meeting. They left a voicemail." Aima says and I blink, feeling surprised- and confused. They had reached out to me? They never cared in the past 18 years, but then suddenly appear and want to meet me? Aima offers me my phone and I slowly take it, pulling up my voicemail and playing the message. "Hello, this is Kazu Joberu, the personal assistant of the Suzuki family. Mitsubishi and Akemi Suzuki requested a meeting with you at your earliest convenience to discuss your kinship to the Suzuki family. If you could contact me to discuss an appointment, call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx. We look forward to your response." The person says and a bitter taste forms in my mouth as I glare at my phone. "What kind of sick joke is this? My kinship? What, I show up at a party and all the sudden they want to talk?" I grumble, running a hand through my hair.

"Where the fuck were you when dad was sick? When my brother was sick? When my mom was-" I grumble, calling the number and falling silent. "This is Kazu Joberu, personal assistant of the Suzuki family." The person answers on the second phone ring. "Hello, this is Kimiko Suzuki, I'm calling to make an appointment regarding the call you made not long ago. I'd like one at your earliest convenience, if possible." I say, crossing my arm over myself and glaring at the ceiling. "Ah, yes, of course. The earliest appointment I have is the day after tomorrow, at 6p.m.. I can arrange a meeting over dinner. Would that work for you?" Kazu says and I drop my gaze to the ground- that would be after practice, I would have to bring Tobio as well. "I am chaperoning during that time, so I will be bringing one guest with me. Please send me the details and I'll be there." I say before I hang up, not waiting for their answer- if they had a problem with me bringing someone then they'd just have to deal with it. They didn't just decide to reach out after 18 years for nothing- they must have something they want to discuss. I already told them I could give less of a shit about them.