SPICE LEVEL: SPICY

Note: I've decided to make a minor adjustment to the ratings. As previously explained in the beginning of this book, SPICY stories stop before sexual intercourse actually happens. From now on SPICY stories have the possibility of stopping before the act occurs OR including the act, but describing it in less excruciating detail with milder words than will be used in a GHOST PEPPER. Want an example? Read on! Enjoy ;)

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Hearing the birds outside your window chirp loudly made your eyes flutter open as you awakened from your deep and peaceful slumber. Upon craning your neck to look at the alarm clock on your bedside table, you felt a dull pain along the side of it. Your fingers grazed it gently and a memory replayed in your mind of your boyfriend attacking the sweet spot on your neck overzealously last night during a particularly rough sex session. Many a time before, you'd told him that you didn't want him absolutely demolishing you every time you had sex, but suppressing his desire for you was difficult for him. Sometimes, you wished he'd go slow and take some extra time to take care of you during the act rather than just trying to make up for being so brutish afterwards.

You understood that was a challenge, though, since he was traveling so often for his volleyball games. Because of his busy game and practice schedule combined with your own work, school, and lab schedule, the two of you didn't get to spend as much time together as you would've liked. So, whenever you did have those sweet moments alone to give each other your all, he really, truly, gave you his all. Passion took hold of him so easily and you could always tell he wanted nothing more than to ravish you until your body was shaking with pleasure and exhaustion. However, you wanted him to understand that he didn't have to be aggressive for that to happen. In fact, you might've succumbed to him even quicker if he simply listened to what you wanted and obeyed your wishes.

Your body ached slightly as you turned on your side so you were facing your boyfriend's back. Your hand naturally reached out towards him, tracing his spine whilst weaving between his muscles toned from years of playing volleyball. Gently, your fingers moved to his head, brushing his slightly messy brown hair away from his face. Your tender actions summoned a long sigh of content from Ushijima, and he rolled over onto his back, his arm extending towards you so he could pull you in closer to his body.

"Good morning, baby," you cooed softly, pecking his cheek. As you pulled away, he brought his head off the pillow so he could steal another kiss from your lips.

"Morning, (f/n)," he responded, his voice thick and soporific from being well rested.

You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder as he adjusted the covers over your naked bodies to keep you warm. His hand then made its way to your arm, his fingers running up and down your bare skin, creating goosebumps at the sensation. The two of you relaxed together in silence for a few, blissful moments before you felt him tilt your chin up towards his face so he could press his lips against yours. It didn't take you long to melt all over again as he began kissing you more passionately and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"Wakatoshi..." you murmured, putting a finger on his chin to push his face away from yours, "can I talk to you about something?"

His dark olive eyes gazed into your own so closely you could practically see them shaking with impatience. "Can't it wait? I want you again."

He coaxed a small moan from your vocal chords when he nudged your head to the side with his own so he could pepper kisses along your bruised neck. "No, it can't wait because this is what it's about," you told him.

With a grunt of indignation, he pulled away from you and let his head rest on his pillow once again. When he lay on his back, you could see the lump under the covers that revealed the extent of his desire. He caught you looking at his boner and grumbled, "This had better be important."

"It is," you assured him and turned onto your side, propping yourself up with your elbow. Despite his apparent frustration at having to wait, he gave you his full attention anyway. "So, I've talked to you quite a few times about wanting to change up the way we have sex. I don't want you to be so rough with me all the time, since that's not the way I want to be treated every time we do this."

"What do you want me to do, then?" he asked.

You bit your lip gently as you explained, "I want you to face me. You always seem to want my back to you, which I enjoy, but I think we'd feel more connected to each other if we could see one another. And I would enjoy a bit more foreplay."

His stoic expression remained unchanged as he nodded. "Okay, what do you want to try?" When you opened your mouth to speak, however, he cut you off by saying, "Just show me."

"Well, I'm not ready, yet. I need foreplay," you replied quickly.

"That can be arranged. You should know I'm coachable by now, (f/n)," was his simple response as he moved into action. A blush rose to your cheeks when his lips met with yours again. His hands moved down your bare torso, pushing the covers off of you and revealing you to his hungry eyes when he pulled away from you. Each meeting of his lips with your skin sent tingles down your spine, and you couldn't do anything but lay your head on your pillow and let your sensations overwhelm you when he nestled his head between your legs and got to work.

After he'd thoroughly warmed you up, you asked him to lay down on his back once again so you could return the favor for a few minutes, much to his satisfaction. You then crawled on top of him, placing your hand on his chest to stop him when he instinctively reached up towards you to pull you down onto the bed so you could switch positions. "I want to ride you like this and I want your hands here," you ordered, placing your hands atop his and leading them to your waist. You then sat on his hips, allowing him inside of you.

Despite your slow pace, he was quick to begin thrusting into you roughly, making you tell him to restrain himself. Now that you were able to see his face while you had sex, you could examine his features as they reacted ever so slightly to your movements. The way his jaw clenched and his beautiful eyes closed each time you moved your hips in synchronization with his own. The barely noticeable crinkle of his nose whenever a small grunt echoed from his throat. The look of lust in his gaze as his eyes drank in your naked figure.

"Sit up," you requested. Readjusting yourself when he obliged, you wrapped your legs around his torso and let your arms snake around his neck. "I want your arms around me, babe." His body pressed against yours when he ensconced you in his embrace, and a soft sigh escaped your lips at the feeling of his fingers pressed into your skin with desire. As much as you liked it when he was in control, you couldn't deny that you were getting off on being in charge for once. Rocking your hips with his, you kept a painstaking distance between your faces so you could watch each other's expressions of pleasure for a few moments before allowing your lips to connect with his.

"(F/n)," he uttered between kisses, "you feel so good."

You moaned his name breathily in response to his comment and his passionate kisses before ordering, "Take me against the wall." Your body yearned for his in the seconds you were apart when he moved off the bed. He then slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up off the mattress so he could press your back against the wall. You shuddered at the sudden change in temperature, then at the feeling of him entering you again. He allowed you to continue grinding against him at a relatively slow pace until you spoke, "I want you to finish me off."

He wasted no time in fulfilling your desires, pinning your body to the wall with his own so he could thrust into you faster and harder. However, he still kept himself under control and went at a pace and power more comfortable for you. He loved the sound of his name each time it echoed throughout the room in the form of your moans. Likewise, you adored the feeling of your name rolled across your skin each time it spilled out of his mouth between kisses and bites.

Eventually, the building passion and increased sensations of your actions brought you both to your blissful climaxes. After you had both finished, your doting boyfriend carried you back over to the bed and gently laid your naked body back down before plopping himself beside you and pulling the covers back over you. The sounds of your heavy breathing filled the silence for a few moments before you leaned towards him to press another gentle kiss against his lips.

"Was that what you wanted, babe?" he asked, the vibrations from his low voice tickling your skin. You nodded in response and gave him a satisfied smile. "Sorry for being so inconsiderate. I'll do a better job of listening to you so I can give you what you want."

"Thank you. We can still do it your way, but maybe now we can find a compromise," you suggested. He murmured in agreement, and you wrapped your arms around his warm and slightly sweaty body. "I love you, Wakatoshi."

He nuzzled his head in your neck and replied, "I love you too, (f/n)."

You remained tangled in each other's embrace for a few minutes longer before you spoke. "Let's go in the shower, baby."

"Let me take a twenty minute power nap first. I played a five set match and had sex with you twice in less than twenty-four hours," he argued.

"Fine," you conceded, allowing his head to come to rest against your chest. As his eyes slowly closed, you ran your fingers through his hair mindlessly and admired him. Even though he could be a stubborn force to be reckoned with when it came to showing his passion for you, he'd shown you now that he could listen and adapt to your needs with your gentle guidance.