Things are heating upp~

Btw, your two friends mentioned are the Volleyball teams managers okaay ^-^

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He  wouldn't admit it, I know he won't and he knows he won't too.

That's why he's flustered right now, merely staring at me with his lustful eyes, ignoring the weird looks that were given to him by his teammates.

"Bokuto, what's wrong with you?" I hear one of his friends asks.

I steal a glance at him and I smirk. He was staring intensively at me, gripping onto his fork as I talked to my friends, quietly and discretely telling them my plan. He shook his head and tried to mask his expression with a silly smile. "Nothing, what's up?"

I giggle and turn back to Shirofuku and Kaori.

"Anyways, I've been looking at him and he keeps staring at you, (Y/n)." Shirofuku says with a smile, taking a bite of her food.

"It's true,  (Y/n)-san, you've done nothing but torture the poor guy." Kaori sighs. "I didn't even know you owned any chokers, look at him! It's like he could pounce at you every minute."

I look back at him again, this time giggling when I met his eyes who were focused on my neck, ignored whatever conversation he was having with his middle blocker.

"It's just a joke, I want to see how he reacts." I shrug, packing my lunch as I finish my food.

"Yeah, well, your joke is taking him so far, because he just stood up." Shirofuku nodded towards him behind me, and I only had time to glance him before he was already out the door, banging it after him.

I smiled, feeling accomplished and I stood up. "Well, ladies, I shall see you tomorrow."

"But we still have classes?" Kaori shouted after me.

"Not me, no, I don't." I winked at her and grinned when hee face brightened up, seeing as Shirofuku choked out a laugh.

I head over to the usual place, the only place we meet up in situations like this and I silently close the door after me, locking the storage room.

I put my bag down and look around the dark room for a few seconds before I meet the, Oh so eager yellow eyes, urging me to come fowards. I smirk, walking slowly towards him as I smile. "Koutarou~"

I softly swing my leg over his lap and comfortably sit on his lap, gasping slightly when I felt his member press agaisnt me.

"(Y/n), Why are you wearing that?" Bokuto spoke lowly, his voice quiet and clear.

"Wearing what?" I asked, trying to sound as clueless as possible.

His face forms a scowl and he lurches me fowards, pulling my choker as he leaned against me, pulling me foward. "This."

I gasp again, this time faking it as he pulled me and I grinned, purring slightly, grinding my hips against his softly. "It's because I found it recently in my room and I wanted to try it." I shrug.

Bokuto growls, looking me up and down.

"Why? Does it look good on me, Master?" I purr. He pulled me fowards more, looking slightly angry and forcefully pushed our mouths together, his hand trailing down my body, stopping at my hips only to press down on his own crotch, causing me to let out a soft and surprised moan.

"(Y/n). I'm giving two choices," He growls in my ear.

"Tell me, Master~" I roll my hips against his, purring as I did so.

"You either take that thing off or I'm going to have to fuck you senseless, your choice, love." He glares at me, gripping onto my waist tight.

I felt my throat close, my body heating up by the second and I nodded, puckering my lips playfully. "Guess you'll have to fuck me senseless." I sigh dramatically.

He scoffed, pulling me up as he switched our places, pushing me against the chair, my hips still raised out in the open but bending down over the chair. I felt his large fingers pull my skirt down, pulling my panties with it as well.

I bit my lip and just watched him. He looked so determined and concentrated that I gasped in surprise when two of his fingers rubbed against my clit, making my body shudder.

"Bokuto-"

"That's not my name, baby." He hisses at me, shoving his two fingers inside me, biting my neck softly.

"M-Master Koutarou~" I pant, clenching around him, sensing his cold fingers opening my insides.

"Are you going to wear that choker ever again, baby?"

I moan as he curled his fingers, hitting the one spot that made me loud and his lips explore every inch of my lonely neck, my hips moving against his hand as I silently begged for more.

"N-no, Master Koutarou, pl-please," I whimper, gripping onto the back of the chair, my legs shaking as he put yet another finger inside my folds.

"I'll need to teach you properly, baby, this way you won't forget." He sighed heavily, shaking his head and with his other hand, he hooked one of his fingers on the choker, pulling me back to press my back to his chest. I whine at the action, pressing our bodies closer together and he picks me up, walking over to a solid surface, probably the table they use to keep the scores. "See, If it didn't make you look this sexy and hot, I'd let you use it."

"Master, please, j-just do me already," I whine, rolling over my back to look up at him, his fingers now moving slightly faster and probably deeper than they initially were.

"Will that make you remember how to not tease me in public?" He whispered, pulling me towards him with a small glare.

I whimper under his glare and nod regardless, gasping when he suddenly let go of my choker, my back coming in contact with the cold hs rd table beneath me. I watched as he unzipped his pants and pulls his boxers slightly down, putting his fingers in my opened mouth. "Suck Like the good girl you are," He smirks.

I did as he told me to, swirling my tongue ove this fingers, occasionally sucking and biting down softly and teasingly until he had enough of it, pulling them way hastily and running them over his hard dick before pressing the tip against my entrance.

He hesitated for a second, a small tint of guilty and sorry flashing through his eyes but he was quick to hide it, probably hoping that I didn't see them, but boy, was he wrong.

"Koutarou, look at me." I sighed softly, my gentle hand turning his face to mine.

He was having seconds thoughts about the way he was acting. It always happened and it always slightly makes my heart clench. "You're not going to hurt me, Koutarou." I smile weakly.

His eyes soften as well, his grip on my waist loosening a bit.

And then I smirked, knowing that his doubts were nos taken care of. "But that doesn't stop you from wrecking me, Master~"

Before I knew it, it was like I had flipped a switch before as soon as those words left my mouth, he was already holding me down, pounding into me recklessly.

"Fuck, fuck, Fuck, shit, Ma-Master~" I couldn't help but to say, trying to hold back most of my moans.

Bokuto was moaning too, just not as loud as I was. He was holding my hips down with one hand and the other hand played with the choker around my neck, tugging at it sometimes. Only when he pulled me up to his lips did I realize that that was a warning, saying that he was closer to orgasming, and so was I.

I bit down onto his lower lip softly and I gripped onto the back of his shirt, cumming over him when he came as well, inside a condom I didn't know he had used.

I let out a strangled moan, trying to catch my breath and I lay back down onto the table, watching as he put the tied up condom on the trash can beside the door, walking back to me with a grin.

I shake my head, a weak smile on my lips and I prop myself on my shoulders. "How do I look with my choker, Master?" I tease.

He pouts, grabbing my waist. "I was serious, don't wear that ever again in public, (Y/n)." He says.

"Fine, big baby," I laughed, pulling him down for a kiss.

I can still feel him pout against my lips but soon he kissed me back, moving away to remove my choker with a wide grin.