#afton.writes

[seita]

wet (m.)

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

genre: pwp

wordcount: 2.439

tags: camboy!issei

cw: loss of virginity, light virgin kink, cunnilingus, fingering, wet&messy, praise kink, squirting, UNEDITED

summary: you let camboy matsukawa take your virginity on camera.

+ note: my contribution to my corrupt a virgin collab!

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks you softly, eyes gentle as he gazes upon you.

Just having him above you was enough to send butterflies fluttering around your stomach. You couldn’t help reaching up to grip his shirt, pulling him down to press your lips against his.

He hums, dropping onto his forearms to press his chest closer against yours. You sigh happily, wrapping around arms around his neck to fist his hair -- the soft curls feel heavenly under your fingers.

After a moment, he pulls away and smiles, tucking a hair behind your ear, “I need to hear you tell me yes, pretty baby,” he whispers.

“Y-Yes...please,” you add the last plea, a whisper under your breath that has his heart racing in his chest.

He finally sits up and moves off of your body, turning to look at the set up at the end of the bed. You follow his gaze and watch as he begins to turn the camera on, adjusting the light so the bed is properly illuminated.

Once he’s sure it’s recording, he turned his attention back to you. With a pretty little smile, he reached to the collar of his shirt and pulled it off -- leaving him in just a pair of sweatpants.

Usually for his videos, he typically preferred to dress up. You’d never really seen him dress so casually for a video.

But still, you weren’t complaining -- not when you could see the outline of his cock, slowly hardening as it pressed against the fabric.

As he crawled onto the bed, it dipped beneath his weight. He grabbed your thighs and tugged you closer to him, casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure you both were correctly in the frame.

Then, he turned his attention back to you, leaning down to press his lips against yours. His hand curled around the back of your head, holding you close as his other hand slid up your body. As his fingers found the hem of your shirt, it slipped beneath the fabric to find your breast. He sighed contentedly when he discovered your bare skin, thumbing over your nipple. Your body trembled under the unfamiliar sensation, clutching him desperately as he touched you.

“You’re so warm,” he teases, a sweet smile on his lips as he watches you intently.

You merely sigh and arch into him, silently encouraging him to touch you more.

“So sweet, why don’t you tell me what you want, hm?” he asks sweetly, tucking hair behind your ear.

“W-Want…” your brows furrow as you struggle to word exactly what it is you’re craving, “I just want you to touch me…”

“But I am touching you, bunny,” he coos, enjoying the way your eyes widen so cutely at the pet name. He grins, raising a brow, “Oh I get it...you want me to touch you...here…”

Your breath hitches as his hand slides lower, teasing the band of your shorts. He pauses, fingertips just barely under the hem, to watch the way your inexperienced body reacts.

Your chest heaves as you sigh, hips mindlessly thrusting forward as if hoping it would force his fingers into your shorts.

After you let out a soft whimper, he finally takes mercy on you and shoves his hand under -- into your panties. A soft curse immediately falls from his lips when he feels how wet you are -- immediately slicking the pads of his fingers.

“You’re so wet, fuck,” he moans, burying his face in your neck as his fingers slide through your folds.

You both can hear the slick sound of them parting as he finds your clit. Your thighs jerk under the stimulation as he circles the bud gently, careful not to overstimulate you too quickly.

“You’re so sensitive,” he breathes, “You really are a virgin, huh baby?”

You nod and whimper, clutching his biceps as he plays with your cunt until you’re dripping. Your panties stick to you when he pulls his hand out.

It’s almost like he suddenly feels greedy -- the second his hand is free, he’s stripping you of your shirt and tugging your shorts down your legs. He casts a little glance over his shoulder to check that both of you were still properly in frame.

Satisfied, he turns his attention back to you and gently shoves your thighs apart again -- moaning at the sight of your panties soaked through.

“God, you’re so wet, fuck,” he whispers, running his fingers over your clothed cunt in wonder, “You get this wet when you touch yourself too, baby?”

Your cheeks burn hot as you nod, “Y-Yeah...is that bad?”

He exhales deeply through his nose, shaking his head, “No baby, not at all. Fuck, I love it…”

Issei truly was in wonder. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slowly began pulling the material down. His eyes followed the strings of slick that connected to the fabric, trailing down your thighs as they broke.

Your little cunt was glistening, arousal drooling from the pretty little hole as you clenched around nothing.

His hands slid up your thighs, eagerly spreading them. You squealed, hands flying to your face to hide shly. He merely smiled, but didn’t do anything to stop you.

He's done this enough time to know just how vulnerable pretty little virgins like you could get. In his line of work he’d had everything from perverted virgins who were more than eager to please to shy little pillow princesses who blushed at the simplest of touches.

Your knees nearly touched the bed from how he kept your legs spread. His thumbs reached down, spreading your little cunt open. He could see the way you clenched under his gaze, a mindless whine escaping your lips.

“S-Stop staring like that…” you whimper.

He shushes you, “Just let me look at this pretty cunt, yeah? Be a good girl.”

Your hole clenched at that, more slick gushing out. He grinned -- of course you liked praise.

Slowly, he sinks down your body until you can feel his warm breath on your folds. The feeling makes your body tense up momentarily. But his sweet, tender caresses down your thighs as he moves your legs onto his shoulders let you relax.

You feel safe with him; secure and that fact makes him smile.

He presses a sweet little kiss in the dip between your hip and thigh. His lips are soft and so gentle as he slow begins to worship your body.

The first pass of his tongue over your folds makes your thighs jump, nearly crushing his head between them. He merely huffs out a soft laugh, using one hand on one of your thighs, pinning you open to avoid it happening again.

The next taste of you on his tongue makes him moan. His tongue finds your clit, softly swirling around the sensitive little bud. You taste so sweet and the sounds you make are even sweeter.

He abandons his hold on your thigh, instead prodding his fingertips at your entrance. The little hole clenches around nothing and he can’t help but smile -- he can feel you drooling against his fingers.

He wants to take it slow but the way you tremble in excitement for him to fill you up urges him to stuff two fingers in. Your back immediately arches as you squeal out his name. Your cunt is so hot and wet, already dripping down to his wrist.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he whispers, twisting his hand so his pal is facing up.

It allows him to crook his fingers, prodding your g-spot with ease. The melodious sounds you release as he teases and tortures that spot are music to his ears.

He leans down and once again fingers your clit -- only this time he wraps his lips around it. His tongue licking at the sensitive bud has your fingers tangling in his curls, tugging desperately at his hair.

Both of you can hear how wet you are with his fingers fucking you. He only hopes the camera’s mic can pick it up.

He swears he’s never felt a girl get as wet as you are. You’re dripping everywhere, making a mess of his hand, the bed, and his face. Mindlessly, you grind your hips down, wanting to get more of the incredible pleasure he’s giving you.

“Sei,” you whimper, tossing your head back as you cry, “I-I’m close, please.”

He doesn’t respond past flicking his eyes towards your face to let you know he heard you. You swear you can see a ghost of a smirk on his lips. His pace suddenly fastens and you keen at the pleasure, eyes rolling back in your head.

Your entire body goes taut and you fall silent for a split second before he feels your cunt spasm around his fingers.

He quickly realizes you’re cumming -- real hard.

He eagerly works you through it, mouthing at your clit as it throbs and pulses beneath his tongue. He hums at the feeling of you tugging his hair but does nothing to stop you. Your mouth is open, an endless stream of cries escaping until you finally fall limp on the bed, panting and trembling.

He pulls his fingers out, grinning when your body meanly twitches at the feeling. He holds his hang up so both you and the camera can see just how much cum covered him.

“You’re such a messy little girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, spreading his fingers so you can see the strings of slick sticks between them. The base of his fingers have a thick ring of milky white over them.

“‘M sorry,” you whimper, hiding your face in the pillow beside you.

Issei hums, leaning over you to cup your cheek with his clean hand, smiling softly down at you, “It’s alright, I’m only teasing you...I love that you made such a mess...felt real good, huh?”

You bashfully nod and he smiles, popping the soiled digits into his mouth to clean them as he carefully pushes the band of his sweats down. He tucks it underneath his balls and your mouth moistens with drool at the sight of such a nice, fat cock and full balls.

He wraps is fist around the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself -- milking precum from the tip to slick his length up with. There’s a dirty, wet sound as he does.

You eagerly spread your legs for him as he scoots himself on his knees between them once more. He can’t help the boyish laugh that escapes him when your entire body twitches after giving your tender little cunt a few mean slaps with his cock.

The tip prods at your entrance, whispers urging you to relax as he carefully works to fit in your tiny little cunt. Your mouth drops open, but no sound escapes as he slowly sinks deeper and deeper.

He pauses when he feels your walls squeeze down around him. Your body trembles and sweet little cries escape your lips as you begin to tremble.

“Fuck, you’re cummin’ already?” he groans, “I’m not even in all the way!”

You don’t say anything beyond crying out for more. He’s stunned -- he’s never had a virgin cream so hard on his cock just from having him put his cock inside. He can’t say he’s not thrilled, however. His cock is painfully hard from your slutty display and his balls are throbbing with the promise of getting to cum from a sensitive, responsive little virgin cunt like yours.

Once your pussy relaxes enough for him to move properly once again, he can’t resist fucking you with all he has. You cry out and sob through everything he gives you, back arching as you claw at everything you can get your hands on.

He takes pity on you and laces your fingers together, pinning your hands to the bed on either side of your head, using his weight to keep you still. His hips work dutifully, delivering slow, deep strokes that prod at every spot inside you that makes you cream messily around him.

“Is that good, baby?” he asks, grinning as you sob, “Am I fuckin’ this sweet little cunt nice and good?”

You mindlessly nod, “Yes Sei! F-Feels so good! ‘S so big!”

“I know, bunny,” he coos, “But you’re taking it so well. Doin’ so good for me. You’re squeezing me so tight, you gonna cum again? Just from this? Not even gonna have to touch that pretty little clit am I? Show me, pretty girl.”

Just as he expected, your entire body goes taut again. He has half a mind to force you to look at him, to watch the bashful look on your face as he makes you watch him as he makes you cum. But before he can think to long on that idea, he feels you gush around him.

“Fuck,” he moans, looking between your bodies to watch as you squirt all over him, “Look at that! Makin’ such a mess for me.”

With every movement of his cock, you squirt around him. It’s filthy and so, so messy. His sweats are soaked and his skin drips with your cum. His lip is tucked between his teeth as he continues to fuck you.

Your orgasm seems never ending -- you continue gush and spasm beneath him. Mindless babbles escape your lips -- praises and pretty begs for what, he doesn’t know.

“Fucked stupid on a nice, fat cock for the first time,” he growls, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it, pretty?”

His question seems to flicker life back into you and you squeal, “Inside! Please, Sei! Want you to cum inside!”

He doesn’t even get a chance to respond before your legs are locking around his waist, as if trying to trap his cock inside the hot velvet of your still spasming cunt. He groans, stuffing you full before he finally cums. His balls throb and you swear you can feel it as he fills you with hot cum.

When he finally comes down, the both of you are panting but you’re much more worn out than he is. He smiles and presses a sweet kiss to your temple, watching your eyes flutter before slipping closed immediately.

He’s careful as he pulls out, making sure to cover you with a blanket before moving to shut the camera off. Usually, he would clean you both up but you look so cute curled up on the bed like that, that he can’t resist slipping in beside you to hold you close -- intent on taking a nap himself.

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[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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[seita]

girls like you | (m.)

pairing: hanamaki/f!reader

genre: smut, fluff

wordcount: 2.526

cw: dilf!makki, college!reader

tags: age gap, loss of virginity, virgin kink, pussy slapping with dick, multiple orgasms, mildly wet and messy, dirty talk, mating press, sensitivity kink, squirting, brief aftercare

+ note: this is my installment of @kaijime's dilf collab!

summary: you never expected to find yourself in bed with your moms ex boyfriend, or for him to have a thing for sweet little college girls like yourself.

“God, this is why I love pretty little college girls like you,” he groans, looking at you splayed across his bed. You were in just a simple pair of panties, arms tucked across your chest to cover your breasts.

You shudder beneath his gaze. His eyes are lidded, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You never thought you’d be in a position like this -- especially with Takahiro Hanamaki of all people.

You knew him years ago, he had been dating your mom for a few months. You two actually got along really well before they suddenly broke up and you were forbade from seeing him again. 

The last thing you expected was to run into him on the street in the city you moved to for college. And you certainly didn’t expect a casual dinner to turn into you pretty much naked on his bed.

You had never even had a boyfriend before, so to wind up in this position with a man twice your age was surreal. But the longer he stared at you with those sharp, heated eyes, the wetter your panties became. 

His words run around in your head. Of course, you knew younger girls -- girls your age, always threw themselves at Hanamaki. You were pretty sure that was a reason your mom dumped him -- too much insecurity caused from it. 

But to hear him pretty much confess that he liked to bed college girls made you squirm. 

“Bet you’re dripping into those pretty panties, aren’t you?” he breathes, “Move your hands, let me see you.”

You whine and slowly force your arms to your sides, fighting the urge to cover yourself once more as his eyes landed on you. You felt so exposed and vulnerable. 

“Hiro…” you whimper, making his heartbeat speed up for a split second at the sound of a sweet nickname falling from your lips.

“I’ve dreamt about this for so long,” he whispers, reaching behind himself to pull his shirt over his head, “You have no idea…”

“H-How long?” you manage to ask, eyes raking across his body.

He’s not fit or anything like you remember seeing him in pictures when he was in highschool. He had long since abandoned volleyball and his body had begun to show his age. He wasn’t unattractive by any means, he was filled out in all the right places. His skin looked soft and his biceps bulged with every movement he made. 

“Since I was with your mother,” he grumbles, finally working on his belt, pulling the leather out of the loops on his jeans.

“What?” you gasp, eyes wide, “I-Is that why you broke up?”

He pauses what he’s doing to look at you, shrugging after a second, “Not entirely…” he sighs when he sees that you’re not willing to let the conversation go, “You know how your mother is...she’s jealous of everyone. Even you.”

“Seems she had a reason to be jealous of me,” you mutter, biting your lip to fight back a smile.

It was no secret between the two of you how toxic your mother was. She was vain, always believing she had to be the prettiest, most important person in a room. It really put a strain on your relationship when she started to force those ideals onto you -- be the perfect daughter to the perfect mom. When you moved away, you pretty much stopped contact with her.

“Well, you are a threat,” he whispers, reaching down to grip your thighs. You squeal as he tugs you to the end of the bed, “Just look at you, darling, you’re just stunning...perfect body...pretty tits.”

“Hiro…” you whisper, squirming on the bed as you await his next move.

“Let’s get these off,” he hooks his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. 

Strings of slick connected your pussy to the fabric. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight. He brought your panties up to his face, thumbing the wet material, your juices stuck to his finger when he pulled away and he couldn’t help but bring the digit to his mouth.

“Fuck, taste so good,” he growls through his teeth, “And you always did wear the cutest little panties.”

“Huh?” you manage to gasp out through the haze of lust that had taken over you.

He chuckled darkly, letting your panties fall to the ground, “You never noticed how your panties went missing all the time? Couldn’t help steal them when I found them in the laundry basket.”

You giggle, hiding your face behind your hands, “Dirty old man.”

He barked out a laugh, finally dropping to his knees, gripping your thighs to pull them apart, letting him see your glistening folds, “And you’re a needy little slut, aren’t you? Getting off on fucking this old man.”

You bite your lip and peek out of your fingers at him. It feels so lewd to be like this, having your legs spread apart with a man twice your age between your legs. He had a kid just about your age, yet there you were -- letting him spread your sensitive little cunt open so he could stare at your pulsing hole and clit.

“Seriously…” he finally gasps out, “Young girls like you...fuck, you’re always so sensitive and get so fucking wet...I feel like an addict.”

“Hiro…” you whimper, reaching down to wrap your hand in his graying hair. It was softer than you thought it would be, “I-I’ve never done this before...you know?”

He curses under his breath, “Yeah, I know sweetheart...trust me...I know,” he presses a kiss to your ankle, “I’ll take real good care of you.”

You whimper as he suddenly leans in, swiping his tongue between your folds. Your entire body tightened as he flicked over your clit. He didn’t mind your hand tightening in his hair -- not when you were arching desperately, already grinding your hips down in search of more stimulation.

You were so sensitive and wet, gushing into his mouth. He eagerly lapped it up, bringing his hand up to quickly sink two fingers into your cunt. You gasped and your body tensed up for a moment, prompting him to pull away.

“Does that hurt, pretty baby?” he coos, keeping his fingers still for you as you whimper and nod, “Sorry, baby...didn’t think about how it might be too much for you.”

“‘S okay…” you mumble, body slowly relaxing, “Y-You can keep goin’.”

He grins, wrapping his lips around your clit once again. He keeps his finger’s movements to a minimum, not wanting to overwhelm you too quickly. You sigh and moan happily, thighs twitching at the pleasure he’s giving you.

“‘M gonna make you cum,” he whispers, circling his tongue around the hard little bud. 

His fingers sped up, crooking up to hit that tender little spot inside you. You let out an adorable squeal, thighs suddenly clamping around his head. He growls in mild annoyance, using his other hand to pin you open for him to continue.

His cock is straining against his zipper, throbbing in response to your responsive body. Your cunt was tightening around his fingers and he moans against your clit, knowing you’re about to cum. Your thighs are trembling and you clutch desperately at his hair. He didn’t mind the pain, in fact it made his cock even harder. 

As you finally came, you cried out his name and it was like music to his ears. Your entire body trembled and jerked underneath him, cunt squeezing his fingers as you creamed around them. He swore he could feel your clit throbbing against his tongue.

After a minute, you began pushing him away and he did so almost reluctantly. He pulled his fingers from your cunt with a lewd squelching. Holding the digits up, he spread them apart so you could see the way your cum clung to them in sticky strings. 

You whimper at the lewd sight of it but he merely grins, popping them into his mouth with a muted moan.

“Virgins just taste so sweet,” he whispers, making your face flush hot.

With practiced ease, he grips your waist and pushes you back up the bed until your head is in the pillows. He straightens himself up and begins shedding himself of the final layer of clothes he wears. 

You squirm on the bed at the sight of his cock. It’s pretty, long and pink with a flushed red tip. Precum drools down the side which he quickly catches with his hand, stroking himself languidly to the sight of you gawking at his cock.

“You still want this, pretty?” he breathes, licking his lips as he waits for your response.

You swallow thickly and sigh. You can’t believe you’re in this position. It feels so unlike you to do something like this; lose your virginity to your mothers ex-boyfriend, a man she had forbidden you to even talk to after their break up.

But as you look up at him, you feel your cunt clench pathetically around nothing and know that you need him -- want him more than anything. 

“Please, Hiro,” you softly cry, reaching out for him.

He groans at your consent, climbing onto the bed. It dips under his weight as he positions himself between your legs. He wraps his fist around the base of his cock, shuddering under the feeling of his own touch. Slapping the thick head against your wet folds, he grins when your entire body twitches in response to the feeling.

Whining low in your throat, you grip the pillow beneath your head. Your eyes are lidded and your lips are parted as you pant under his intense gaze. 

“Hiro…” you sigh softly, watching his lips twitch in response to you whining his name. 

He feels drunk, head hazy as he strokes the tip between your folds, catching your clit and dipping into your hot little hole to watch you gush against him. 

His ex-girlfriends sweet little daughter was beneath him, damn near creaming around the tip of his cock every time he pressed it against you. You were just about the age of his own kid and it felt so taboo, so wrong. But that only made it feel more exhilarating. 

It wasn’t the first time he had sunk his fat cock into the tiny, tender little virgin cunt of a college girl. It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“You sure you want it, pretty girl?” he groans, “Want me to pop this little cherry?”

You flush under his crude words and find yourself shyly nodding. A wide grin splits his face and before you can think twice, his hips are nudging forward, popping the head inside of you. Your thighs twitch closed at the sting but he’s quick to pin them down, rocking his hips to push more and more of his length inside you until his hips are flush against yours.

You’re panting by the time he finally stills, thighs trembling in his hold. He can feel your cunt spasming around him and he can’t help but fold your legs up against your chest, pinning you there as he slowly begins to fuck you properly.

His eyes are locked onto the way your cunt stretches around him, a thick ring of white at the base of his cock every time he pulls out. It’s mouthwatering and so cute just how responsive you are. You precious little cunt sucks his cock back desperately every time he pulls out. 

“Hiro!” you squeal, little hands slapping down onto the bed, unsure exactly what to do with them.

He smiles, taking pity on you before he leans down, taking your wrists in his hands, prompting you into wrapping your arms around his neck. The change in position allows him to grind against your clit every time he sinks in. Your thighs squeeze his sides, body keeping them pinned open as he continues to fuck you.

Your fingers wrap themselves in his hair and you find yourself clinging desperately to him. He presses his lips against yours and smiles as you moan softly into his mouth. Your entire body was trembling in his arms and it made his cock throb almost painfully.

“So sweet,” he whispers, “Does it feel good, pretty? Tell me.”

“F-Feel’s so good!” you squeal, eyes rolling back in your head as you pant.

He could tell you were getting close with the way your entire body seemed to be alight with nerves, twitching and spasming beneath him. Your back arched and your tight little cunt squeezed around his cock, making him slow his pace to avoid hurting you.

The action caused an almost disappointed cry falling from your lips but he quickly shushed you, instead changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that sweet little spot inside of you. 

“You’re close…” he whispers, looking down between your bodies to watch how soaked his cock had become in your juices, “C’mon, baby, lemme see you cum.”

“C-Can’t!” you gasp, “‘S too much!”

“No, you can do it, baby,” he encourages, “Just relax and let go for me, hm?”

A soft sob rips from your lips before you suddenly fall quiet. His eyes drift to your face and sees your lip is tucked between your teeth and your brows are drawn together. He reaches between your legs to find your clit, wet and hard beneath his fingers as he circles it.

Your mouth drops open and you release an almost timid little cry, hands reaching down to wrap around his wrist. 

Your walls clamp down around him and he curses, feeling the indicative feeling of your gushing around him, squirting against his abdomen and soaking the both of you in your cum. You’re squealing and crying beneath him, tears falling from your eyes as he continues to fuck you through the high. He pins your trembling body down, keeping you from moving as he works himself to his own high.

His heavy balls slap wetly against you every time he sinks in. His cock is soaked in your cum and the sight makes him throb, finally sending him over the edge. He freezes, sinking himself balls deep inside of your still spasming cunt, making sure to shoot his cum against your cervix. You whimper at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up but quickly relax when the two of you fall still.

Once he pulls out and works on cleaning the two of you up, he can’t resist pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead. You look so cute and sweet cuddled up in his bed, struggling to stay awake after he’d fucked you so well.

Neither of you knows what to say as he lays down beside you, pulling you into his arms. Both of you know how wrong this entire thing is but part of him knows he’s become completely and utterly addicted to you. 

The picture of his ex-wife and mother of his kid sits on his nightstand, collecting dust and you muse the outcome of if your mother found out you had fucked her ex-boyfriend as you fall asleep.

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[seita]

— dirty talk headcanons.

oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyotani.

+ this is how they talk dirty while having sex!

⤾ previous part | next part ⤿

— tooru oikawa.

› his dirty talk consists more of sweet talk

› he’s not particularly vulgar or demeaning

› doesn’t really use degrading names or humiliation

+

“you feel so good,” he pants, “does it feel good? hm? finally having a nice cock in your pretty cunt? yeah? you deserve it, my pretty girl.”

he groans, watching as you gush around his cock, “you’re so wet, whats got you so worked up? hm? what’s on that pretty mind of yours?”

“you cumming?” he almost whimpers as your cunt squeezes down around his sensitive cock, “yeah, i can feel it. good girl, you look so pretty cumming for me, give it to me.”

— hajime iwaizumi.

› A L O T of praise

› he gets off on making sure you know how much he treasures you

› it turns him on to see how much his compliments and approval effects you

› a simple ‘good girl’ can mean the difference between making you cum or not

› and that’s something that just…gets him off.

+

“my good girl,” he breathes, cupping your cheek, “you’re taking it so well.”

“fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groans, eyes rolling back as he feels your cunt flutter desperately around him, “you’re so sensitive today, does it feel good? tell me, baby.”

“cum for me,” his hips roll perfectly against yours, making your entire tremble and arch, “that’s it, pretty girl. give it to me, just like that…my good girl.”

— issei matsukawa.

› he has a pretty dirty mouth

› he likes to tease you about your size difference

› and about how his cock is too big for you

› uses a lot of pet names as well

› they just slip out so easily for him!

+

“look at you takin’ a cock too big for you,” he growls, rocking half his cock inside – waiting for you to relax enough for him to sink completely in, “you gonna let me in, baby? c’mon, i wanna fuck this filthy cunt properly.”

“you’re creamin’ everywhere,” you flush at the filthy words, looking down to see he’s right – a white ring at the base of his cock, “does it feel that good to be stuffed full? yeah, bet it does, dirty girl.”

“you cummin’?” he growls, “fuck yeah you are, look at that little cunt squirt, god, you’re so dirty – cumming all over my fat fuckin’ cock.”

— takahiro hanamaki.

› he does a lot of teasing

› his tone usually holds an air of condescension

› and he likes to laugh at you, making you out to be some stupid little girl who needs his cock to get off

› he loves the embarrassed look on your face when he makes you beg to make you cum

+

“so messy,” he whispers, licking his lips at the sight of your cunt gushing all around him, “sloppy little cunt just loves my cock, huh?”

“you’re so desperate it’s cute,” he laughs, making your face flush hot, “you act as if you don’t get stuffed full every night. how pathetic!”

“why don’t you cum for me? hm?” his fingers work over your clit expertly, “if you cum all pretty for me i’ll fill you up with my cum, how’s that sound? oh! you’re squeezing me so tight, what a sweet girl…wanting my cum.”

— kentaro kyotani.

› he’s pretty heavy on degradation and humiliation

› a lot of demeaning names and insults

› he almost never does outright praise or sweet pet names

› if he does, it’s usually condescending

+

“filthy little whore,” his voice is as rough as his grip on your hair, forcing your back to arch, “getting off on being used like this.”

“you’re so pathetic,” his words make your cunt clench, something that draws a scoff from him, “i can feel you gushing all over me, you gonna make a mess? you know what’ll happen if you do.”

“cum for me,” his spits, laying a harsh slap against your clit, “that’s it, little slut, just like that. god, you’re creaming…filthy.”

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[seita]

— aftercare headcanons.

kuroo, kenma, yaku, bokuto, akaashi, + konoha.

+ how they feel about aftercare + how they do it!

⤾ previous part.

— kuroo tetsuro.

› absolutely loves aftercare

› might even dare to say it's one of his favorite parts <3

› he's doting and thourough in his aftercare

+

“how do you feel?” he asks, listening intently to everything you have to say. sometimes you have a complaint and other times you don’t have much to say at all, instead nearly falling asleep quickly.

he doesn’t mind, he likes that his dick can put you to sleep and he also loves to hear any critique you may have. he carries you to the bathroom, talking any nonsense that comes to his mind to keep you awake long enough for the two of you to clean up.

“once we’re all clean, i’ll change the sheets,” he says over the sound of the shower warming up, “and then we can sleep, how does that sound?”

— kozume kenma.

› hes not rlly intense in bed enough to illicit a need for aftercare

› the most you rlly get is cuddles and kisses

› not very vocal so you won't get endless praise

› but he'll tell you he loves you and all that other cheesy nonsense <3

+

“are you okay?” he asks as you snuggle against his chest, his hands hovering over your skin before you tell him how you feel.

once you confirm you’re perfectly fine, he allows himself to indulge in touching you, petting your hair and skin. it’s silent, him not having much to say and you too tuckered out to bother with much conversation.

it’s a comfortable silence the two of  you are more than willing to indulge in. both of you know you don’t have to talk in order to feel close.

— yaku morisuke.

› hes kind of sadistic and likes to dabble in heavy degredation with very little praise to cushion it

› so aftercare to him is pretty much mandatory

› even if you two have soft sex, he’ll still spoil you afterwards because he just loves to make sure you’re aware of how much he cherishes you

+

“there we go, sit up for me,” he urges, soft hand placed on the small of your back to keep physical contact with you, “you did so well for me, you know? and i love you so much...here, drink.”

the way he beams proudly when you take a few slow sips from the bottle he offers makes your heart flutter in your chest. his fingers draw gentle little circles on your back as your brain finally begins to settle.

“that’s it,” he praises, taking a seat, “let me take care of my precious little girl, hm?”

— bokuto kotaro.

› K I N G OF AFTERCARE

› DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU DO

› WILL SMOTHER YOU TO SMITHEREENS !!!!

› hes a big dumb himbo so sometimes he accidentally hurts you

› and he always has to make sure you’re ok!!!

+

“oh sorry!” he gushes when he brushes against a tender spot on your thigh in his mission to clean you of the mess created all over your skin.

he beams when you assure him it’s fine, carrying on with wiping your skin down, cleaning up your conjoined mess. his touches remain light and steady through the entire process until he deems you clean and decides to lay beside you.

soft love confessions fall from his lips as he curls his body around yours, stroking your hair and telling you any story that comes to his head until you’re both gathered enough to get something to eat.

— akaashi keiji.

› very articulate with his aftercare

› always seems to have his shit together when the time comes

› it also means a lot to him to be able to take care of you

› makes him feel needed and like he’s being a good boyfriend

+

he doesn’t say much of anything as he cleans you up. you don’t mind, conversation is difficult. but still, you’ll talk to fill the silence and he’s eager to listen, tossing you an occasional smile or nod to acknowledgement.

when you complain that your body aches, hes quick to jump to his feet and head to the bathroom, filling the bathtub so you can have a relaxing soak.

while he hadn’t planned to join you, he can’t decline you when you toss him those puppy dog eyes and confess that you want him to hold you. and he’ll be damned before he leaves you alone when it’s clear you need him still.

— konoha akinori.

› he’s a tease in bed so sometimes you wind up very emotional and overstimulated

› so he always, always makes sure to take the time to ease you back down from whatever intense headspace you got locked up in

› he’s very emotionally vulnerable during these times, wanting you to feel safe and secure with him

› he has a kit he’s gathered from your time together of things he noticed make you feel the best afterwards!!!

+

he can’t help but chuckle when you tearily cling to him, shaking hands wrapped around him, clutching at his skin. he pets your hair and litters every nearby spot with kisses.

“shh...” he soothes, “you’re okay.”

he can’t help the smile that crosses this face when you snuggle deeper into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. his sweet caresses never cease, even as your breathing finally evens out and he peeks down to see you’ve fallen asleep in his arms.

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[seita]

— dirty talk headcanons.

atsumu, osamu, kita, suna, aone, + futakuchi.

+ this is how they talk dirty while having sex!

⤿ next part.

— atsumu miya.

› he has an absolutely foul mouth.

› pure filth spills from his lips constantly

› he’s fond of degrading names and dirty terminology

› the closer he gets, the sweeter his words get, however.

+

“my little whore, hm?” he laughs, gripping your hair, “you like gagging on my cock like that? it’s almost pathetic how desperate ya are for cock.”

his touch was soft but with his lips pressed against your ear, you could hear all the foul words he spat, “messy little cunny creamin’ on me again. don’t ya have any shame, acting like an easy little bitch?”

“you’re just a pathetic little hole for me to fuck, isn’t that right?” he moans, eyes rolling back in his head as he feels his orgasm growing closer, “you’re gonna take every drop of my cum like a good little slut, aren’t ya? go on, beg me for my cum. beg me to stuff this filthy cunny up.”

— osamu miya.

› he is a heavy mix between filthy praise and sweet encouragement

› sometimes, not too often, he’ll get even filthier to the point mean, degrading words will fall from his lips

› but it’s not terribly often

› only when you’re been a brat or he thinks you don’t deserve praise.

+

“look at ya,” he sighs blissfully, “you’re taking every inch so well. you’re doin’ good. doesn’t it feel good? being nice and full of a fat cock?”

“you’re pathetic,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes as you gag around his cock, “sayin’ ya can take all of me but droolin’ and chokin’ like this? you didn’t lie to me, did you, kitten?”

“take it all,” he huffs, “i’ll make ya cum like you deserve. stop runnin’ from it. i know just what you need. behave.”

— shinsuke kita.

› he loves sweet talk

› praise is his forte.

› he likes to make sure you know that he thinks you’re pretty

› and that he loves you

+

“you take it so well,” he smiles, holding your hips to support you as you eagerly bounce on his cock, “you’re so wet, i love it so much.”

“good girl,” he praises, eyes bright as he watches the way your back arches in orgasm, trembling and whimpering shamelessly

“you’re so beautiful,” his voice is breathy from rocking his hips against yours for the last 15 minutes, “so perfect, i love you so much.”

— rintaro suna.

› he doesn’t talk very much

› but when he does, it’s either praise and encouragement

› or degrading, mean words to get you to fall over the edge

+

“just a little more,” he grunts, one hand folded beneath his head, the other cupping your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, “i’m almost there.”

“you’re doin’ so well,” his voice is slurred, lazy with the pleasure your clasping cunt around his cock brings him, “takin’ my cock so well, you know?”

“that’s it,” he groans, “ride just like that. does it feel good? getting stuffed nice and full by a fat cock? show me then. c’mon cum for me.”

— aran ojiro.

› a big fan of pet names

› whether it’s you calling him daddy or sir

› or him calling you kitten or his sweet baby

› terms of endearment and such.

+

“daddy will make it all better,” he huffs, hand wrapped around your throat to keep your back pinned against his chest, “all ya have to do it cum for me. you can do that can’t you?”

“you’re so tight, kitten,” his voice is low, lips pressed against your ear so you can hear every filthy word he whispers, “creamin’ on daddy’s cock like a good girl. what do you say?”

“sound so pretty beggin’ for my cum,” the roll of his hips are rhythmic, the thick head bumping against your g-spot, drawing our harmonious sounds from your swollen lips, “don’t worry, babygirl, daddy will give you everything you want, just lay back and look pretty for me.”

— takanobu aone.

› another one who doesn’t talk much

› in fact, he most only lets out grunts and one word praises

› typically, the most that falls from his lips is at the height of his orgasm

› and they’re usually soft little love confessions

+

“so pretty,” he sighs, thumbs holding your folds open to watch the way your greedy cunt swallows his cock.

“doing so well,” he whispers, lips pressed against your ear, rocking his hips desperately against yours, “you feel so good.” he can feel your cervix against the tip of his cock and it makes you tremble, bringing a smile to his face.

“i-i love you…” he pants, a few more swift rolls of his hips into your messy, creamy cunt and he spills eagerly inside you, filling you up with his hot load, “so much.”

— kenji futakuchi.

› another one with a foul mouth

› he can be especially mean if he’s pissed off

› very big fan of dumbification and making you cry lmao

+

“stupid little bitch,” he snarls, viciously gripping your hair as you sob, “does that hurt, hm? am i too deep? too bad. maybe if you didn’t act like a needy little whore all day, i would be nicer on this horny cunt.”

“look at you,” his laugh makes your face burn in humiliation, “you look like such a slut making that face. maybe i should take a picture so i can show you what you look like desperate for cock. it really is a sight.”

“you’re cumming again? disgusting,” he snaps, giving your tender clit a harsh slap, “maybe i should start ruining them so you stop being a greedy bitch. you don’t even thank me for making this sloppy cunt cream all the time. i think you need to be taught a lesson, hm? oh don’t look at me like that…it’s what you deserve.”

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[seita]

— dirty talk headcanons.

kuroo, kenma, yaku, bokuto, akaashi, + konoha.

+ this is how they talk dirty while having sex!

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— tetsurou kuroo.

› a lot of teasing in his words

› likes to compliment you with a tone that makes you wonder if he's teasing you or not

› likes to comment on your appearance a lot

› anything to get you flustered for him

+

"what's the matter, princess?" he grins, looking almsot menacing as he stared down at you, "is my cock too big for that little mouth? better try harder, baby, or daddy's gonna be real disappointed."

"what a dumb face you're making," he giggled, almost manic in nature, "does it feel that good? you're so pathetic!"

"sloppy little cunt," he sighs, a fake, put on sound thag makes you flush, "all this mess just from sucking a cock? you really are a natural born slut."

— kenma kozume.

› doesnt talk much at all

› but will tell you soft praises and reassurances

› especially if he can tell you're feeling a bit u sure about yourself

+

he sighs, letting his head fall back against the pillow, "that's it, just like that."

he can feel your eyes on him as you grind your hips against his, "keep going, faster. does it feel good?"

"you're so pretty," he can't help but smile when you nuzzle against his hand as he cups your cheek, "you're gonna make me cum. want it inside? beg me."

— morisuke yaku.

› a bit of a foul mouth tbh

› can be a bit mean and condescending if he wants

› will also give backhanded praise

+

"filthy whore," he spits, enjoying the way you wince and lower your gaze in shame, "you're so fucking wet for what? hm? tell me what got your pussy so messy."

"oh are you gonna cum?" he laughs, "who told you that you were allowed? maybe if you beg real pretty ill consider it."

"i'm cumming," he announces, grunting in time to the sound of skin slapping together, "you should have better harder, maybe you'd be cumming with me then, huh? too bad!"

— kotarou bokuto.

› holy grail of praise and compliments

› first thing on his mind is to make sure you feel good about yourself

› so lots of reassurance as well!!!

› it super vocal about how he feels in the moment too

+

"just like that, fuck, that feels so good bunny! you're working my cock so well, my good girl."

he's panting, chest heaving as he using his weight to pin you down, "perfect little cunt, does it feel good? taking my cock? yeah, i can tell, you're creamin' all over it!"

"i'm gonna cum," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut, "i love you so much, you're so perfect, such a good girl - my good girl, yeah?"

— keiji akaashi.

› another pretty quiet one

› but hes quiet more because he likes the way it flusters you

› he knows just when to feed you praise

› also prefers pet names and compliments over mean, degrading words!

+

"is that all you can do?" he sighs, sounding almost disappointed despite the fact you have over half his cock down your throat.

"you're crying now?" he smiles, cupping your cheek with a smile on his face. the look in his eyes is almost sadistic, however, and sends a shiver down your spine, "you're so pretty when you cry, do it some more for me."

"oh you want my cum, huh?" he laughs, and it sounds so soft it makes your heart flutter in your chest, "such a good girl, sound so pretty begging for my load."

— akinori konoha.

› hes both hot and cold

› on one hand you can absolutely expect mean!konoha or soft!konoha all in one sitting

› he likes hurting your feelings and then soothing the ache with sweet words

+

"stupid little whore," he snarls, hand slapping harshly against your cheek. his cock throbs at the choked cry of pain you let out at the impact, "oh that was a cute noise. should i hit you some more so you keep making it?"

"oh my sweet little bitch," you wince at the harsh name and sniffle, "go ahead and cry for me. if you cry real pretty i'll make this slutty cunt cum nice and hard, okay?"

"look at that!" he laughs, making you flush in humiliation, "youre squirting everywhere. what a messy little pussy you've got, maybe i should punish you for it..."

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[seita]

— miscommunication | m.

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

wordcount: 4.860

genre: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

cw: camboy!mastukawa, established relationship.

tags: masturbation (m.), dirty talk, cam sex, daddy kink, pet names, praise kink, soft!mattsun, fingering, cock riding, big dicked mattsun, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of the word cunny.

note: repost from my other blog!

+ summary: your highschool sweetheart makes a lot of money as a camboy. however, when you start watching his streams, things he says instills insecurity within you.

The second you met Issei Matsukawa, you knew that you were going to fall completely, irrevocably in love with him. There was just something about him; he was sweet, kind, attentive, and strong – among other things.

Since you knew him in high school, word swirled around that when he was older he would be a dream man. They were right.

You have no idea how your little puppy dog crush managed to catch his attention, but you were happy about whatever you did.

When he graduated, he learned he could make money off of his body. He was tall, over 6 feet tall, and fit with a dominant personality and sweet voice that made you want to do anything he asked.

It started off with him simply selling nudes and short videos of him simply stroking his cock. You were both baffled by how much people paid for a 15 second clip of him jerking off – not even finishing.

He had sat you down one night and asked how you felt about everything. You would never tell him he couldn’t do something. Especially because it was his body. Besides, it’s not like it really bothered you.

It didn’t take him long to evolve, creating a camming account that quickly blew up due to his good looks and dominant charisma. The spare bedroom, which had previously been a simple study room, had been turned into a studio for him to film in.

He made good money, becoming one of the top creators on the platform. Things were going very well for a long time, you never really watched his streams either in real life or on the phone. His occupation wasn’t really something you ever thought too much about – he kept everything mostly to himself, never really talked to you about it or anything of the sort.

But one day, you got curious. As any normal girlfriend would.

You sat in your shared bed, the lights dimmed with your phone in your hands. As you tuned in to his stream, you were greeted with a familiar sight. The studio was exactly the same as always and your boyfriend was more than familiar – but it still felt so surreal. Like you were an outside looking in, despite the fact that he was just down the hall from you.

You had spent a little while procrastinating, debating on whether you really should watch it or not. Issei had never told you that you couldn’t watch. But he never really encouraged you to either. Truthfully, his career behind that door was sort of a mystery to you.

Due to your back and forth dilemma with yourself, the stream was already well in progress by the time you started watching.

His body was a familiar sight – but it was different seeing it from an outside perspective. Right now, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were a viewer.

His fingers, adorned in metal rings, were wrapped around his thick cock. It made your mouth go dry at the sight. His cock was so pretty, long and thick with a blushing red head that glistened under the ring lights from the dripping precum.

Your gaze fell to the comments, seeing people complimenting him – as could be expected. After all, these were people who were paying for the privilege of watching him stroke his cock.

‘Your cock is so big!’

‘I’d cry trying to take it but I’d still thank you.’

‘His hands look like my favorite necklace.’

A strange feeling settled in your chest as you read all these people’s thoughts on your boyfriend. They gushed about how perfect he was, how amazing his cock was, how much they’d die to be stuffed full by him.

He grinned and laughed, giving flirtatious comments in response to them.

“Yeah? You think you could take my cock?” he chuckles, breath shuddering as he squeezed his length, “I don’t think you could handle it.”

“Ah, I bet you’d be such a good little girl for me,” he whispers, eyes lidded, “You’d cry and take my cock like you’re supposed to, huh?”

As he says these dirty things, the tips continue to rise. The words are familiar as they fall from his lips because they’re things you’re used to hearing.

You’re not sure how to feel knowing he’s talking to these nobodies the same way he talks to you so you click out of the app before the feeling becomes too much. You place your phone down and sigh, feeling your heart ache in jealousy as you replay the recycled words you’d heard him say night after night to you.

You know it’s stupid to feel jealous; it’s his job. He talks that way so he can make money. But it still instills you with an unfamiliar feeling of insecurity. It almost felt like everything he said and did to you wasn’t as special as you thought it was – because he just turned around to say the exact same things to faceless nobodies who paid him.

Issei is the only man you’d ever dated. He was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, and he was the one to take your virginity. You’d never even held hands with anyone else.

But you know he had fucked around a lot before the two of you got together, when you were just a shy, pining little girl for him. Of course he had, there was no way a man like him wouldn’t have girls all over him, feral for the opportunity to sit down on his cock and make him fall in love with her. After all, he’d made a job out of it.

It was never something that made you insecure. Issei never did anything that made you question his feelings or loyalty to you. So jealousy and possessiveness wasn’t a feeling you were familiar with. And you weren’t quite fond of it, you were learning.

You wanted to storm into the studio and sit on his cock, make all of his viewers see that his cock was all yours and they only had the privilege of watching him — put them in their place.

You sat with the negative feelings for the entire night. He finished his stream and took a shower, helped you cook dinner, and you sat on the couch with him as you watched a couple movies together.

He didn’t notice anything different in your demeanor. You weren’t mad at him so you had no reason to be passive aggressive.

But when you crawled into bed that night and laid beside him, tucked against his body, you thought back to all those women who were probably touching themselves to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect cock and pretty words.

You frowned and tossed your leg over his waist. He looked up from his phone in surprise, a brow raised before he smiled.

“Can I help you with something, babygirl?” he placed his free hand on your bare thigh, stroking the skin gently.

“I wanna ride you,” you demand softly, making him laugh.

“Since when are you so bold?” he teases, locking his phone before tossing it to the side. You pout and push the band of his sweats down to pull his cock free. He reaches out and grabs your wrist with his eyes narrowed, “I think you know better than that, pretty girl. Is that how you ask Daddy for his cock?”

You shrink a bit under his gaze and lower your head, “N-No Daddy…I’m sorry…”

He smiled, “It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you ask politely, hm?”

You swallow thickly and nod, “C-Can I ride your cock, Daddy?”

He licks his lips and relaxes against the pillows with a sigh, “Go ahead and get me hard then, pretty baby.”

It wasn’t a difficult task, just the fact you were so eager for him was enough to have him getting harder by the second. You eagerly spit on his length, using it so aide in the slick movements of your hand as you jerked him off.

“That’s a good girl, fuck,” he breathes, body trembling as he stroke him with practiced ease, “Lift up, sweet girl.”

You do as you’re told, sitting up on your knees, keeping your hand wrapped around his length. He bats your hand away and you pout, but he pays no mind as he instead decides to strip you. He pulls the thin nightshirt you were wearing, dropping it off the side of the bed before sitting up properly to eagerly wrap his lips around your pert nipple.

You whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair as he circles the bud with his tongue. He pulls away for a second, nipping your breast before breathing out, “Are you wet, babygirl?”

You nod, “Yes, please Daddy…I want your cock.”

He clicks his tongue, “You know better than that. Let me see your pretty cunt, hm?”

Your pout deepens but you do as you’re asked and sit between his thighs, pulling your panties off before handing them to him. He hums, thumbing the material to see how wet it is before tossing them away. He looks expectantly at you and you immediately let your legs fall apart.

“Let Daddy see,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around his cock as you reach between your legs to spread your folds apart.

A couple years ago, you would have never been able to do something so lewd. You always felt so embarrassed when he wanted to look at your pussy but you eventually learned how turned on it made him. You still felt shy but you enjoyed the way his cock throbbed when you let him look.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he whispers, grabbing your arms to tug you back into his lap properly, “Fuck, you are wet.”

Your cunt is pressed against the underside of his cock. It’s hot and throbbing against your clit, an addictive feeling that makes you grind against him. He groans, head falling back as you move along, coating him in your juices.

“Can I have your cock now Daddy, please?” you whine but he shakes his head, making you whine.

He pulls you against his chest and slips his hand between your legs, leaning up to press his lips against yours. His fingers circle your clit before prodding your little hole, slipping two inside easily. It stings but it’s a feeling you’ve learned to accept eagerly.

“Let Daddy stretch you out,” he whispers against your lips. You start grinding against his fingers, fucking yourself on the pretty digits as he curses, “Fuck, ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that.”

“Daddy…” you sob, head dropping against his shoulder as he curls his fingers, tapping your sweet spot. The stimulation makes you gush and you sob, clenching around him before you reach down to find your clit, “Y-You’re gonna make me cum…”

“I sure am, sweet girl,” he coos, choosing that moment to mercilessly fuck his fingers into your poor little cunt, abusing that tender little spot inside that has you creaming and dripping down his wrist.

A mantra of ‘daddy’ falls from your lips as you cum hard, trembling and sobbing against him as he fucks you through the high. He slows but doesn’t stop until you’re begging him to.

His hand is soaked in your cum and he can’t resist popping his two fingers in his mouth to taste. You suddenly remember the first time he ever did that, the way you squealed indignantly and hid your face in the pillow out of shame. He’d laughed and spent 20 minutes explaining how much he loved it and how he wanted to eat you out so bad now that he got a little taste of your sweet cum.

Before you could fully come down from your high, you reach beneath you and take his cock in your hand. He opens his mouth to speak, probably to stop you or scold you, but before he can, you’re sinking down onto his length. It burns as usual but the fiery pit of jealousy still burns bright and you want him to think of you too. You know it’s silly because there’s no way he’s thinking of faceless girls who comment on his streams but you still feel like you need to lay claim to him.

He’s your boyfriend.

“Jesus, baby,” he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as you immediately begin bouncing on his cock, “What has you so riled up?”

“You’re mine, right, Daddy?” you pant.

He grips your waist, aiding in your movements as you fuck him like a toy, “Fuck yeah baby. Daddy is all yours. My cock’s all yours.”

You grin at his admission, feeling satisfied. That was all you needed to hear.

He looks at you, having no idea what this behavior was all about. But he had no complaints in the end.

Despite the negative feeling watching his stream had caused you, you continued to watch them. The outcome is always the same; you wind up ending the night staking your claim and making him remind you that he is yours. And he remained more or less ignorant to your behavior.

The night things take a turn is when you tune in to find him in his usual position, fucking his cock into his fist. He’s panting, more of a growl than anything, and muttering things you’d never quite heard before.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” he grunts, teeth gritted as he watched the comments, “I don’t give a shit about a good girl. I want a bratty little girl I can let some steam off on, put her back in her place.”

He grins as the comments fly by, viewers pleading to be that girl for him. Telling him they’d be perfect for him, the best sub he could ever dream of.

“I don’t think you could handle it,” he threatens with a narrowed gaze, “You’d let me slap you around? Let me treat you like filthy little whore? How pathetic.”

You gasp at the harsh, degrading words. Issei had never spoken like that before, it was strange to hear it. You find yourself being thankful you weren’t on the receiving end of that language because you were sure you’d probably end up crying.

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “I’m sure you’d be such a pretty little brat for me.”

You sit back, his words fluttering around inside your head.

What did he mean he had steam to blow off? Why would he be unsatisfied? Is it because you were too…easy? You never fought him, he always whispered praise and sweet words to you. He’d never called you a name like that before. Is that what he wanted? To call you a dirty slut instead of his sweet girl?

Insecurity festered within you. In fact, you barely even noticed the fact you’d started pulling away. You didn’t consciously realize you were questioning yourself – doubting his attraction to you.

He was at a loss, baffled by your seemingly sudden rejection of him. It was almost as if you kept shying away from him when he tried to touch you – you had never denied him like that. You avoided his gaze in bed, choosing to cling to the bed sheets instead of burying yourself in his chest like you usually do.

Things progressively began to feel more awkward for him. He wasn’t sure if you felt it too, but he started feeling more apprehensive about touching you because he thought you didn’t want him to.

When he stopped trying anything with you, you started to feel even worse. Every insecurity you felt festered more and more until you felt like you were holding back tears just by looking at him. You were convinced, especially now that he crawled into bed with his back to you instead of peppering your face with kisses and slipping his hand down your panties so he could make you cum before bed, that you were no longer what he wanted.

Another night, you were sat curled up in bed. Issei hadn’t even told you he was going to start streaming – the only clue you had was the solid click of the studio door.

So you sat there, curled up in bed, leaning against the headboard with your phone in your hand as you watched him grin at the camera. He read the comments, slowly palming himself over his sweats – one of your favorite pairs that you’d seen him wear.

“I seem tense?” he mused, reading a comment, “I guess so. My cock’s been hard for days,” he tosses his head back and laughs but you can tell it’s not as genuine as it could be.

Guilt eats at you, knowing that you were the reason he was so tense – he wasn’t coming to you to get off anymore.

“Hmm,” he sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You track the way his tongue slips over his bottom lip and his cock twitches visibly beneath the fabric of his pants, making him grunt, “No, I don’t have anyone to take care of my cock,” his words make you shrink in on yourself, tears pricking at your eyes, “Oh, you wanna take care of it, huh? Come here then.”

Something about his words has you jumping to your feet.

The only time you’d ever stepped foot in his studio beyond to clean it every once in a while. Otherwise, it was completely his space that he took care of. So to stand in front of the door, located at the very end of the hall, was strange. Especially since you could hear his muffled voice from within.

Taking a deep breath, you twist the knob and push the door open. Issei jumps from where he’s on the bed, leans forward and hits a button on the keyboard to mute himself before looking at you in confusion.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” his tone was almost curt and for a moment you second guess yourself. He watches you shift awkwardly on your feet and his gaze immediately softens, “Baby, what is it?”

The pet name makes you look up, tears stinging your eyes at the tender look in his eyes. His gaze flashes to the computer for a second before moving back to you.

“I just…” you pause, tugging awkwardly at your oversized t-shirt before blinking your tears away, “Am I…still what you want?”

He blinks, confused for a second before cocking his head. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you can tell the exact moment he realizes what you mean. Clicking his tongue, he holds his hand out, “Is that why you’ve been actin’ like this? Because you thought I didn’t like you anymore?”

You look in confusion at his outstretched hand and take a step forward, “I-I thought…maybe you felt I was too easy a-and you wanted someone brattier.”

He laughs, a genuine one, and you can see his eyes light up when you finally place your hand in his. In the blink of an eye, he’s tugged you into his lap, making you squeal before he’s silencing you with a kiss.

“I think I would go insane with a brat,” he chuckles, “Besides, I love you exactly how you are, my sweet girl, hm?”

You shift where you sit, feeling his cock is still hard beneath you and you bite your lip, “I really missed you.”

“God, I thought you’d never say that,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, “Let me just turn the stream off and I’ll make everything up to you, hm?”

You stop him before he can, however, shaking your head, “I…”

He notices the bashful look in your eyes and groans, “Is that how it is, baby? You want everyone to see who owns my cock?”

You eagerly nod and he hisses as you grind your hips against his cock. He leans around you and taps the button again, unmuting himself.

Neither of you waits even a second longer. He holds your hips up, letting you pull his cock free from the confines of his pants as he yanks your shirt over your head, laughing at the way it messes up your hair.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he coos, cupping your breasts, “Prettiest fuckin’ tits, huh, baby?”

You whimper, wrapping your fist around his cock, giving him a few squeezes to make him shudder. You can feel his precum drooling from the head, leaking down to meet your fist so you can stroke it into his skin.

“You’re so hard, Daddy,” you breathe, making him groan as he nods his head, “‘M sorry…”

“Don’t worry at all, pretty baby,” he huffs, thumbing at your nipples as he looks down to watch how you stroke him.

“Can I have your cock, Daddy?” you ask, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

He nods, unable to formulate words. It feels like it had been months since he had last properly felt your slick little cunt around his fat cock. His eyes are lidded, biting his lip as he watches you sit up to slip your panties aside. Neither of you think twice about even looking at the chat to read comments.

Right now, this is about the two of you – about showing everyone that Issei does have someone there to take care of his cock every night. Someone who he adores. And anyone with eyes can see how enamored he is with you.

As you position yourself above his cock, he narrows his eyes at you and with a firm grip to your waist, tosses you onto the bed beside him.

“Daddy!” you squeal, bouncing on the mattress, “Why–”

“You know better than that, babygirl,” he huffs, manhandling you with ease into the position he wants, “Silly of you to think I’d let you take me without prep, hm?”

You purse your lips in a pout but don’t offer a rebuttal, making him laugh as he knows he won. He spreads your legs and knees between them, making a show of stripping himself. As you look to the side, you can see that the two of you are in perfect view of the camera.

You had thought you were going to feel self-conscious with so many people watching you but instead, you feel confident.

Once the both of you are completely bare, he shifts down the bed before laying on his stomach between your spread legs. His large hands cup the underside of your thighs and push them upwards, reveling your glistening little cunt to his view.

“Fuck,” he huffs, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart, “I missed this perfect little cunny, you have no idea. So fuckin’ pretty for me.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, tangling your fingers in his curls. The gaze he gives you let you know exactly what he wants and you flush as you whisper, “Please eat my cunt.”

“That’s my good girl,” he sighs, leaning forward to run his tongue between your folds – collecting your slick on his tongue with a groan before swallowing, “So fuckin’ sweet.”

Once he gets that first taste, he wastes no time on going in. His tongue prods at your entrance, making you sigh at the little stretch that it gives before he leans up and finds your clit. His tongue is hot and wet against the sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the sensation. When his thumb finds your clit, he pulls the hood back and before you can even blink, his tongue is attacking the sensitive little bud beneath.

You squeal and instinctively kick out, squirming at the overwhelming sensation. He laughs, wrapping his lips around your clit and you sob at the feeling.

“D-Daddy, please!” you whine, “I-It’s too much!”

He hums and finally pulls back, returning his tongue to your little hole. His hand abandons its hold around your thigh in favor of finding your entrance. You hold your breath, looking down to watch as he sinks two fingers in – biting his lip as he keeps his own gaze on the way your little cunt swallows them down.

You spasm where you lay, the feeling of him just barely missing your g-spot nearly painful. You know he’s not doing this to make you feel good but you still can’t help but whine.

“What is it, baby?” he whispers, giving your hard little clit a sweet kiss before his eyes flick up to find yours. “You want Daddy to make you cum before you take my cock?”

You desperately nod, “Yes, please Daddy?”

“Fuck, anything for you, my sweet girl,” he doesn’t waste a second in wrapping his lips around your clit, crooking his fingers expertly to find your sweet spot,

The way Issei can drive you to the edge, to orgasm, is almost terrifying. It takes very little for you to feel your body tensing up. The lewd, slick sounds of his fingers stuffing your cunt along with the way you can see his tongue working over the cute little bud of your clit has you flying over.

Your back arches in the most beautiful way that he loves as you cum with a soft whine of ‘daddy’.

When you finally start pushing him away, he comes up panting. Catching any of your stray slick off of his chin before licking the pad of his thumb clean.

“Pl-Please, Daddy,” you whine, reaching out to wrap your hand around his cock, “C-Can you put it in now?”

“Fuck,” he groans, letting you direct his cockhead to your entrance, which was still spasming in the aftershocks of your orgasm, “Yeah, pretty baby, ‘s all yours.”

“All mine?” you giggle, gasping as he begins to press into your tender cunt.

“My cock’s all yours, fuck,” he groans, making sure the viewers can catch what he says.

It makes you flush and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. The change in closeness makes his cock sink even deeper inside you and you moan in his ear as he quickly bottoms out.

Usually, he takes his time and lets you adjust. But this time, both of you are so needy for each other that you can’t resist grinding your hips up to rock yourself against his cock. He hisses, taking the hint quickly and easily.

He pulls his hips back only to swiftly roll them forward again, sheathing his cock back into your spasming little cunt. His eyes are locked on his cock and the way your pussy swallows him over and over again – he can’t sink all the way in but you take most of him and he loves the sight of it.

Your precious little cunt creams so beautifully around him, coating him in translucent, milky white every time he pulls out. You’re moaning and whimpering for him so beautifully that it makes his hips falter every once in a while.

“Daddy!” you squeal, finally releasing your hold around his neck, “Please, make me cum again!”

“Yeah, baby? You need Daddy to make this pretty pussy cum?” he huffs, moaning when you nod and eagerly spread yourself open for him by hooking your arms around your knees and pulling them back.

He rests his hand on your pelvic bone, stretching his thumb down to circle at your twitching, excited little clit as he continues to stuff your cunt nice and full. You claw and cling to the sheets desperately and he can’t help but cup your bouncing breasts with his free hand.

“C’mon, pretty baby, cum for me,” he huffs, licking his lips as you gush around his cock, “Lemme feel this pretty cunny cum.”

You sob for him, back arching as you cling to his arm as he continues to grope and tease your tit. He feels your pussy clench desperately around him as you finally cum.

“That’s a good girl!” he praises, “That’s it, just like that. Keep cummin’ for me, I’m almost there.”

“Please, Daddy, gimme your cum!” you cry, your nails biting into his skin but neither of you notice as he reaches his high as well.

His balls throb and he groans, his body slumping over yours as he gives a few more, lazy thrusts of his hips as he spilled his cum into your vulnerable cunt.

The both of you finally fall still, panting and sharing soft kisses as he smiles and whispers promises of love. The sound of donation chimes on his computer finally draws you out of it and he sits up, pulling out of you.

He bites his lip, his cock twitching at the sight of your cunt drooling a mixture of yours and his cum before he moves to the end of the bed.

He doesn’t even spare a glance at the comments or donation total before turning the stream off. When it’s officially just the two of you, he crawls closer to you and pulls you into his arms with a side, giving the top of your head a kiss.

You know that you’re going to have to talk more about everything, but you both know that can wait at least until morning.

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[seita]

in-game | kenma kozume (m.)

pairing: kenma/reader genre: angst, fluff, smut wordcount: 𝟸𝟼𝟶𝟸 tags: established relationship, gamer!kenma cw: neglectful behavior, crying, hurt/comfort, cuddling, riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, dom!kenma.

+ note: self indulgent bc im a hurt/comfort whore and i was going thru some KENMA FEELINGS when i wrote this.

˖˖ summary: kenma’s been awfully neglectful lately, preoccupied with his video games. you eventually get fed up and he has to comfort you and fix the hurt he caused you.

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Your lovely boyfriend had been playing video games nonstop for days. It had gotten to the point that even your personal time together, curled up in bed before sleeping, had been infringed upon. Instead of him coming to bed with you to cuddle and talk, he was staying up and coming to bed after you fell asleep. You’d wake up to him already sitting in front of his computer or the TV resuming his gameplay when you woke up.

You got it was his job and he loved to play with every fiber of his being but you couldn’t help but feel...neglected. You tried to ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your chest when you greeted him good morning and only sometimes received a grunt in response. 

It was weighing heavily on you and you were saddened that he didn’t even notice your downed state. He also didn’t seem to miss your presence when you began to hide in different rooms away from him. 

It all came to a head one evening when you found yourself craving him. Craving like having his touch on your body, making you feel good and loved like you knew he did so well. Kenma didn’t have the biggest sex drive around and as a result it sort of caused your own to dim as well. But when either of you had the urge you usually had no problems going to the other to have it sorted. 

This time, however, you found yourself hesitating. 

There was no way he’d choose you over that video game right now.

So with a heavy heart you laid back in bed and slid your hand down your panties, shuddering when you felt your wet folds beneath your fingertips. 

You could hear Kenma’s video game through the thin walls of your shared apartment. It was distracting, knowing he was out there so close yet so far. It had been a long time since you had to get yourself off; you never needed to when you had the sweetest boyfriend ever living with you. 

After touching yourself for what felt like ages, you realized you were nowhere near orgasm and promptly gave up. The frustrations of being stuck horny mixed with your hurt over being neglected by your boyfriend finally bubbled over and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You rolled over, stuffing your face into his pillow as you cried. It muffled your whimpers and wails, not that your boyfriend would notice anyway. 

Suddenly, you sat up and sniffled a bit. Something dawned on you as you sat there, listening to your boyfriend’s video game blast explosions through the walls. 

There was no reason for you to be made to feel like this. You had to step up and talk to him. Communication was always the most important thing in your relationship with Kenma. He was a quiet, introverted guy who kept 99% to himself. When you first started dating back in high school, you both made it completely clear that you needed to talk to  each other. 

Yet there you were, ignoring that rule you’d made with him. 

You crawled out of bed and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as you stumbled out of the bedroom. 

Kenma was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the wooden coffee table as he slouched back. His hair was in a messy bun, a bored expression on his face as he slammed his thumbs against the controller buttons. 

“Kenma,” you said, pausing in the doorway to the living room. 

He didn’t reply, making you huff and try again. You called his name louder, stepping into the room. Finally, he tore his eyes from the screen to cast a glance at you before immediately looking back to the screen. However, it only lasted a second before his head was jerking to look back at you with wide eyes. 

He sat up straighter, hitting pause on his game as he frowned up at you, “Have you been crying?”

You sigh and nod, stepping closer to him, fidgeting nervously with the hem of your shirt.

“Why?” he asked, the sincerity in his voice making your eyes tear up again.

Your bottom lip trembled as all the feelings you’ve been holding back flooded forth; “I just...really miss you lately, Kenma. You’ve been so...busy and I...just feel like you’ve forgotten me.”

His gaze softened as your words sunk in. He uttered your name, soft and sympathetic before reaching his hand out for you. You quickly slipped your fingers into his palm, letting him tug you into his lap. His arms wrapped around you, one hand cupping the back of your head as he pulled your face into his shoulder. You felt the tears you’d been holding back come forth as you heard him whisper soft apologies in your ear.

You didn’t say anything more, feeling yourself begin to doze, nestled in his lap as he rubbed his hand down your back. You sighed happily snuggling into him. The music to his game played in the background and you found yourself speaking; “you can play again.”

“A-Are you sure?” he asked, skeptical though he knew you were bound to doze off.

You nodded and closed your eyes, relaxing against him. You felt him shift as he grabbed the controller once more, settling back into the couch cushions before resuming his game. You quickly fell asleep to the feeling of the occasional kiss against your temple from him. 

When you woke up, it was from being gently jostled. Kenma quickly noticed you had awoken and he frowned, reaching over to tuck some hair behind your ear.

“Sorry…” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay,” you reply, sitting up, “How long was I out?”

He shook his head, “Like an hour or so.”

You rolled over and got out of bed, making Kenma frown before you disappeared into the bathroom. He went back to the living room to resume his game, sitting on the couch with his controller in his lap. When you came back from going pee, you paused to take a look at him. 

His bun was loose, hair falling prettily around his face. He had changed into a loose t-shirt that was too big so it fell off his shoulder, revealing his collarbones and an expanse of unmarked, pale skin. He wore a pair of soft sweatpants that he owned several colors of; they were his favorites. 

He looked up at you when you came in, patting his lap before holding his hand out for you.

“You’re tired, why don’t you go to sleep?” he asked, thumbing beneath your eyes, which were still a bit red from crying earlier.

“Wanna be with you,” you whisper, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers resting his hand on your back before pressing a kiss to your head, “Take all the time you need.”

You smile, relishing in having his attention, even as you heard the game play on in the background. He occasionally pressed a kiss against you. 

Suddenly, the arousal you had been feeling came back to the forefront of your mind and you found yourself squirming in his lap. He grunted, brows coming together.

“Settle down, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your shoulder, eyes glued to the TV.

“Kenma…” you whimper, leaning back a bit, making sure to stay out of his way of the TV, “Can I…” he hummed, glancing at you for a second before looking back at the TV, “I really wanna ride you.”

He shuddered, nodding his head, “Go ahead, baby. Get me hard.”

You grin gleefully, and reach down to palm him, finding he’s already rapidly growing harder. Tugging at the elastic band of his sweats, he shifts a bit so you can pull his cock free, tucking the band beneath his balls. He sighs at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him to give his length a few squeezes. 

You pucker your lips and spit down on the head, using it to slick up his shaft to aid in your movements. Before long, hot puffs were coming from his lips and he was at full hardness. 

You sat up and yanked your panties down before tugging your shirt over your head. Completely, naked, Kenma sat back to admire your body with a low curse. 

Reaching beneath you, you gripped his cock to line him up at your entrance.

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby,” he whispered, glancing up at your through messy bangs, “Run and get the lube.”

“D-Don’t need it,” you whine, running the head between your folds. 

He hisses but hits pause, gripping your hip to stop you from sinking down with a pointed look, “Go get the lube, now.”

You pout but do as you’re told, crawling off his lap to rush to the bedroom. The bottle sits inside the bedside table on his side and you grab it quickly. 

When you return to the living room, he’s sitting as you left him, cock resting against his t-shirt, leaving a wet spot from where it steadily drools precum. 

“Here,” you grunt, crawling back into his lap, “I really don’t need it.”

“Why do you say that?” he asks, putting his controller down to take the bottle from your hands.

You watch, mouth open as he pours some into the palm of his hand. His hands were always so pretty; lithe fingers and prominent veins. He wraps his fist around his length and coats the smooth skin in the liquid. Using what was left on his fingers, he slides two fingers into your cunt. You grunt and grip his shoulders as he scissors his digits.

“You are wet,” he hummed, crooking his fingers to find your g-spot easily.

“T-Told you,” you pant, “I’ve been...wet for hours…”

“Why didn’t you just come and ask me?” he mumbled, frowning as he focuses on your fingers swallowing his fingers before he slowly adds a third.

“D-Didn’t think...oh, that you’d care,” you confess.

He shakes his head and pulls his fingers free, wiping them clean on his sweats before grabbing his controller.

“Don’t be stupid,” he mumbled, but you can hear the hurt in his voice at your words, “I’m always here, even if it doesn’t seem like I don’t because I’m being an ass.”

“Can I ride you now?” you ask, kissing your forehead.

“Take what you need, baby, I’m all yours,” his breathing stutters as you line him up with your entrance and begin sinking down, “That’s it...it’s all for you, make yourself feel good.”

You let out a slow breath as you sink down, taking his cock into your dripping walls. The stretch burns just a bit but it only feels pleasurable. Kenma sighs, biting his lip as his grip on the controller tightens as you squeeze him so perfectly. 

You do your best not to jostle him too much as you ride him, grinding against him so stimulate your clit. After being unable to cum earlier, you feel yourself getting closer to your first orgasm. Your movements stutter and you press your cheek to his shoulder, panting and whining as you work yourself over the edge.

“That’s it, use my cock, baby,” Kenma pants, throbbing within your spasming walls, “Cum for me.”

And you do. It’s a calm, slowly cresending orgasm that fades almost as quickly as it arrived. But still, it left you trembling in his lap. Taking a breather, you sit quietly with your eyes closed, his cock still buried inside you while you waited for the oversensitivity to pass. 

He let you, kissing your cheek and head as you came down, patiently waiting for you to do as you needed -- just as he promised. He was there for you right now, even though his eyes were on his game, his mind was concentrated on you and your sweet cunt wrapped around him. 

Before long, you were moving again, but this time you began bouncing. 

He groaned, leaning back as you expertly worked your hips so the tip prodded every sweet spot in your walls. You were dripping down his length, making a mess of his sweats but he truly couldn’t care less in that moment. He cursed under his breath, accidentally pressing a wrong button on his controller. 

“I’m cumming again!” you squeal, nails biting into his shoulders as you toss your head back and shudder, soaking his length in your cum. He hisses, hitting pause and tossing the controller to the other end of the couch. He grabs your hips and plants his feel on the floor, jackhammering his hips up while holding you stationary, “K-Kenma!”

“Cum again,” he groans, his own eyes rolling back. 

“F-Fuck!” you toss your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight as you cum again. Perhaps you never even came down from your second one. Regardless, you’re hurled into a third -- this one messier than before. 

You squirt, soaking his shirt and abdomen, “Good fucking girl, good girl.”

“Th-Thought you’d let me take what I need…” you pant, trembling as he moves your hips under his strong grip, working you through the aftershocks. 

He huffs out a laugh, head resting against the back of the couch, “Why let you take when I can give?”

You moan, head falling back when you ride him once more. Your body trembles in overstimulation but you just can’t get enough. He cups your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers as he stares up at you as if you were a goddess. Hell, to him, you were one. 

“I love you so much,” he confesses, gaze soft.

You meet his eyes and feel an overwhelming sense of love overcoming you. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his and pull him in for a deep, sweet kiss. 

He reciprocates naturally, cupping the back of your head.

“I love you more,” you reply, resting your forehead against his, “I love you more than anything, Kenma.”

“Shh, baby,” he coos, hearing the raw emotion bleeding into your voice, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You whimper, burying your face in his neck as you resume riding him. He holds you close, caressing your skin and whispering words of encouragement as you crest once again. This time, you take him with you. 

He spills into you, a heavy groan in your ear as he pumps his hot load into your spasming cunt. You both relax, your body trembling as tears trickle down your cheeks and you sniffle. He pulls you back so he can look at your face. He cups your cheeks and presses a kiss to your nose.

“I’m sorry, _____,” he whispers sincerely, “I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t care about you.”

“It’s okay now,” you whimper, snuggling into him, neither of you caring about his cum dripping from you cunt. His cock is soft now, but still sheathed within you and you have no plans of separating.

He reaches over to grab his controller again, feeling you sag against him as you begin to doze off. His thumbs work over the buttons and he relishes in the feeling of having you close, wondering how he had missed it for so long without realizing. 

The sight of you crying because you felt neglected still rang in his mind and he made a mental promise to the two of you that he would never make that mistake again -- no matter how into his games he became. 

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[seita]

— size kink headcanons [haikyuu!!]

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ, ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ, ʜᴀɴᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ, ᴍᴀᴛsᴜᴋᴀᴡᴀ, + ᴋʏᴏᴛᴀɴɪ.

so these r just basically writing some of my fav guys with big dicks it's self indulgent but i figure someone out there will have a nice time with this too. i will be doing multiple characters from different teams over the course of time.

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-ˏ͛ aoba johsaiˏ͛-

— hajime iwaizumi.

∴ his dick is thick. ∴ he loves how easy it is to sink his cock into you and watch you become a drooling mess over it ∴ he literally cannot miss your sweet spot with how fat his cock is ∴ barely has to even do anything for you to lose yourself all over him and that ∴ makes him weak.

★ ── ⭒ ─ ⭑ ─ ⭒ ── ★  

he let out a slow breath, running his hands up and down your thighs as they trembled beneath his touch. his eyes were locked onto your glistening cunt, stuffed half full and clenching sporadically around him.

your eyes were teary as you gazed up at him, whimpering and sniffling under the onslaught of pleasure he hadn’t even intended to give you.

“i can’t believe you came already, kitten,” he breathed, licking his lips as you squeezed him again, “i’m not even halfway in and you’ve already soaked me with your cum. aren’t you filthy?”

“iwa...” you whined, eyes fluttering as his hips rolled forward, sinking even deeper into your warmth.

he grinned, crooked and cocky, “i don’t care how many times you cum. you’re gonna take my whole cock by the end of the night.”

— tooru oikawa.

∴ fat, long and pretty ∴ this man hit the Dick Jackpot ∴ he prefers when you ride him ∴ bc he likes to watch you struggle to take him ∴ and then rapidly lose yourself on his length ∴ plus the way your cunt asbolutely drools cum ∴ and soaks him ∴ is addictive.

★ ── ⭒ ─ ⭑ ─ ⭒ ── ★

“you’re so pretty,” he whispered, holding your hips to support you so you could take a break, “trying to take my whole cock. you’re so good to me.”

“tooru...” you gripped his shoulders, nails biting into the skin as you lowered yourself a bit more, “y-your cocks so big...”

he grinned, goofy and crooked as he leaned forwards to press his lips against the exposed column of your throat, “i know, honey. but you take it so well, don’t you?”

“wanna be good for you...” you sobbed, finally dropping the rest of your weight so you were fully seated on him.

you lifted your hips to start bouncing but he stopped you, bringing his fingers to your clit, “cum on me like this. i want you to make a mess before you ride me.”

you wrapped your hand around his wrist, meeting his gaze with wide, teary eyes. he watched with rapt attention, not breathing your gaze as he circled your clit, feeling your walls spasm and clench around him.

“cum,” he ordered, grinning when you did just that. you gushed around him, trembling and squealing out his name as you attempted to pull yourself off his length to escape the overwhelming stimulation, “there’s my good girl! keep cumming for me, just like that and i’ll reward you.”

— takahiro hanamaki.

∴ his dick is on the longer side than it is thick ∴ to the point that when he’s fucking you ∴ he sometimes has to keep from sinking in to the hilt bc it’ll hurt ∴ it boosts his ego, though, when you yelp and tell him he’s ‘too deep’. ∴ his dick is also rlly sensitive so when he goes too deep and you spasm around him ∴ it feels so fucking good so ∴ sometimes,,,,he goes too deep on purpose ∴ he’ll never admit it tho lmao.

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“t-too deep!” you squealed, voice muffled by the pillow your face was hidden in as you reached back to stop his hips from moving.

you couldn’t see it but he grinned as he pulled back slightly, easing the tip of his cock away from your cervix, allowing you to relax, “sorry, bunny. you just feel so good...i always want to sink my whole cock into you.”

you moaned, lifting your head from the fabric as he gave a few, calculated thrusts into your dripping cunt. your thighs trembled, body tensing up when he slipped almost too deep. it turned him on more than it should have, the way you locked up in fear of him giving you his full length.

“i’m just too big for you, huh?” he cooed, reaching beneath you to touch your hard little clit, groaning when you clenched around him, “maybe one day we can work on you taking all of me, huh?”

“n-never will...be able too...” you gasped, mouth falling open as you spasmed around him.

he hummed, kissing your shoulder blade he felt you getting, suddenly surging his hips forward to sink his whole length into you. your reaction was instantaneous, an almost pained squeal escaping your lips. but the way you started cumming let him know it was far from actually painful.

he grinned, “see...it’s not all bad, huh bunny?”

— issei matsukawa.

∴ by far has the biggest dick on the seijoh team in length and girth. ∴ and by god does he knows how to use it. ∴ the way, when you cum, you walls struggle to clench properly around him ∴ because you’re so fuckin stretched out ∴ when he cums it’s a l o t too ∴ big dick means big balls

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“i-issei...” you sobbed, nails digging into his back as he laughed, “y-you’re too big.”

he hummed, pulling back to press his lips against yours, “hmm? is that so? that’s not stopping you from creaming all over me though, is it princess?”

you keened, no doubt breaking skin as he pulled back and rolled his hips swiftly, sinking back into you. your cunt was so much smaller than his cock, struggled to take him.

“y-you’re gonna make me cum...” you choked, tears sliding down your cheeks.

he cooed, kissing your nose with a cock grin on his face, “go ahead. you won’t hear any complaints from me.”

a quick change of angle had him hitting a new spot inside you that immediately had your body seizing up beneath him. he let out a stuttering breath as you trembled in his hold for several, long seconds. your cunt gushed, soaking him in your cum for what was no doubt the 3rd time in the last 7 minutes.

“did you cum?” he teased, kissing your tear-stained cheek.

“mhm...” you sniffled pathetically.

he chuckled, sitting up, “i didn’t even feel your cunt squeeze me. what a shame...you must be stuffed too full, huh?”

— kentaro kyotani.

∴ also a memeber of the fat cock squad ∴ he’s a fan of minimal prep bc he loves to watch you struggle to take him ∴ the way your eyes water and the way you scramble to grapple onto him to stop him from moving ∴ because it burns ∴ ugh it’s the best to him.

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“kenta!” you gasped, palms pressed flat against his stomach to stop him from sinking in any further, “t-too much.”

he growled, sharp eyes glaring at you as he grappled your wrists in one hand and pinned them down, “hands off.”

“b-but! ah!” you squealed as he forced more of his fat cock into your tight walls.

“it’s not too much,” he grunted, eyes locked on the way your cunt as gushing white all over his cock, “you’re creaming on me, we both know you love it.”

“kenta!” you cried, tears pricking his eyes as he finally bottomed out.

his eyes rolled back in his head as you spasmed around him, “you always act like such a little bitch when you take my cock but you know you always turn into such a slutty little mess when you’re stuffed this full. tell me you love my fat cock.”

“i-i...” you choked as he rutted his hips forward, pushing just a tiny bit deeper into your stretched cunt, “i love your fat cock!”

“that’s right,” he pulled back, a sadistic grin on his lips, “now take it all.”

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[seita]

— mood consequence | m.

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 2.127

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : established relationship

tags : mean!iwa, daddy kink, dirty talk, name calling, degredation, size kink, no prep, clit spanking, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, a bit of aftercare.

note : this is my part of the haikyuu headquarters nsfw server collab!

collab masterlist.

+ summary : your boyfriend is in a bad mood and decides to use you as a source of release.

To the untrained eye, Iwaizumi looked unbothered. But after years of dating him, you could tell something was bothering him. His shoulders were tense and he was sitting straight up in his seat with his hands fisted against his thighs. He kept his gaze trained outside, watching the people pass by on the street with his jaw tense and set. The muscles in his face twitched every once in a while as he listened to the conversation floating back and forth over the table.

You made it a point to ignore him and his bad mood. But you weren’t sure if Oikawa, Matsukawa, or Hanamaki even noticed it.

Prior to leaving for dinner, he had come home in a terrible mood. You reminded him that the two of you promised to have dinner with your friends.

“Why couldn’t you have reminded me yesterday?!” he had snapped, tossing his jacket haphazardly onto the bed, leaving you to quickly pick it up and hang it properly so it wouldn’t get wrinkled, “I really don’t want to go.”

You told him that there were reservations and that it was Hanamaki’s birthday dinner. He continued to complain the entire time you were getting ready, snapping at you when you were a few minutes late to putting on your shoes -- leaving him waiting by the door until you came running down the stairs mumbling apologies.

The entire drive to the restaurant was tense and uncomfortable, leaving him in an even worse mood and only serving to tick you off.

As you sat down in your chair, pulled out by Matsukawa, you decided to make a point of ignoring your boyfriend as much as you could without ruining the dinner for the others.

A few drinks were down and you found yourself laughing and talking excitedly with Hanamaki who was telling you about some job interviews he had lined up.

Iwaizumi watches out of the corner of his eye as you and his friend have a nice time. Matsukawa and Oikawa are lost in their own conversation, leaving Iwaizumi quietly sitting beside the window. For a moment, you forget about the fact he’s angry and on edge - instead listening to Makki talk about his goals.

You completely miss the dark look in your boyfriend's eye as he downs over half of his beer in one sitting.

The ride back home is just as tense as it was there. His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel, jaw still set hard as he stares ahead at the road. You choose to ignore it, gazing out the window at the passing scenery.

He doesn’t let you ignore it for long, however. You step into your apartment, shutting the door while he lingers on the stoop, smoking a cigarette.

He bounces on his heels at the cold, free hand shoved into his jeans pockets as he sees you flick on the lights inside. The nicotine does nothing to settle his bad mood.

In fact, the time alone allows him to replay the entire dinner over in his head. From the way you had leaned in to let Makki whisper something in your ear that, for some reason, had you near tears from laughing to the seemingly innocent hand that rested on the pink haired man’s shoulder as you spoke to him. Logically, he knew that you knew nothing by it -- you weren’t attracted to Hanamaki. However, the already bad mood that festered for far too long threw all logical reasoning out the window and he settled on punishing his little brat.

You hear the apartment door open and close, followed by his huffing and muttering as he kicks his shoes off and hangs his coat up properly before making his way to the bedroom.

You hummed innocently, slipping a soft, worn t-shirt of his over your head. you quickly caught him standing in the doorway and you gave him a little smile.

“Are you ready for bed?” you ask, frowning when he didn't respond.

Instead, he worked on stripping himself of his jeans and button-down. His back was to you and he could see the way you watched him in the mirror, eyeing the flex of the muscles in his back as he moved.

“You seemed awfully close with Hanamaki tonight,” he muttered, internally cringing at the words.

You immediately met his gaze in the glass, frowning. The confusion and innocence in your gaze was genuine but it still ticked him off. It wasn't your fault that he was in a rotten mood and looking for a fight.

“Well, I mean,” you shrug, keeping your voice calm in hopes of settling him down, “We’re all friends. It was his birthday, should I have ignored him all evening?”

You giggle, the teasing lilt in your tone finally breaking him. He spun around, taking two long strides towards you before his hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat.

You gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. The fiery behind his gaze had your own body heating up and you immediately knew that it was going to be a long night.

“I want you naked with your legs open for me,” he hissed, “right now.”

You nodded, quickly yanking your shirt over your head, flushing as you felt the heated gaze on your breasts. You let yourself fall back on the bed, hooking your thumbs into the band of your panties to push them off of your thighs.

As soon as you were naked, you let your legs fall open. He hums, staring at your folds before licking his lips.

You really were so pretty. So soft looking. Already your little cunt was getting wet for him, your folds parting to give him a teasing glimpse of the sensitive little clit and pretty hole he loved to torment.

“Open yourself for me, show me that slutty cunt,” he orders, grinning when you immediately do as you're told.

You lift your thighs, knees pressed to your chest so you could reach beneath them and part your folds with two fingers. Being exposed under his intense gaze had you trembling, but he could see the way your cunt clenched around nothing, drooling slick.

“I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were here with me right now…” he crawls onto the bed, resting on his knees between your spread legs, “spread out like this for me, looking like a little whore. Hm? Do you think he’d like that?”

You whine, watching as he tugs the band of his boxers down to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach, making his body shudder at the feeling. The veins in his arm and hand bulge as he wraps his fist around his cock, languidly stroking himself to the sight of you holding your cunt open for him.

“D-Don’t want to think about him, Daddy,” you whisper, biting your lip, “Only want you.”

He groans at the way the name slides off of your tongue, so sweet and pretty. Your words have him grinning, pride and possessiveness intermingling to drive him forward. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you gasp at the feeling.

“Is that so?” he asks, teasing. His gaze is glued to your pussy, watching as he drags the head of his cock through your folds - from your entrance up to your clit.

“Oh, Daddy…” you coo, growing lax against the bed as he plays with the little bud like that - stroking it back and forth with the smooth skin of his cock.

“You're so wet, do you hear that?” he asks, humming when he prods your entrance again just to hear the lewd, slick sounds.

“'S all for you, Daddy,” you pant, biting your lip.

He nods, “That’s right, baby. But,” he sighs and begins to prod the little hole, slowly pushing inside.

Your eyes grow wide and you squeal, “Wait! Daddy! ‘S too big!”

He grins, watching your eyes grow glassy with unshed tears at the burning pain of being stretched by a nice, far cock with no prep.

“You pissed me off, baby,” he sighs, “And only good girls get prepped, you know?”

You whine, shuddering as you nod, “‘M sorry, Daddy. But I’m all y-yours. Don’t want Makki.”

He growls, rolling his hips forward to suddenly sink the entirety of his length inside you. You sob, back arching as you reach out and press your hands against his stomach - hoping to keep him from prodding painfully at your cervix.

“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m stuffing your little whore cunt nice and full,” he spits, making you whine out soft apologies.

He thinks you're so cute like this. So submissive, doing anything to make your Daddy happy - even letting him stretch your cunt past its limit. Still, he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he sits still, feeling your walls flutter as you slowly adjust.

His thumb finds its way to your clit and you whine, eyes rolling back as he circles the bud. Your thighs tremble and twitch at the feeling, body slowly relaxing against the bed - letting him know you're okay to take him.

He knows you'll say that little word if it's too much - he trusts you to tell him if you can't do it anymore. So he starts with a rough pace, harshly slamming his hips into yours - pummeling your cervix and making your body lock up in pain but the way he drags against your g-spot has you creaming beautifully.

There's a white ring at the base of his cock, a mess being made from the way your boyfriend expertly works your cunt. It leaves his cock throbbing painfully against your walls.

“Are you going to cum?” he asks, feeling the way you squeeze around him, crying out and sobbing his name.

“Yes, Daddy, please make me cum!” you immediately beg, eyes glossy and teary as you stare up at him.

“Tell Daddy what you need then,” he says, eyeing the way your breasts bounce. He can't resist reaching up to palm one, squeezing the soft flesh in his hand.

“M-My clit, Daddy, please!” you cry, grinding your hips down in fruitless frustration to get what you want.

“This?” he softly brushes the pad of his thumb over the hard, swollen little bud between your folds, “What about it? Want Daddy to spank it?”

Before you answer, he lays a mean little slap against the bud and you sob, the tears finally falling down your cheeks, “Daddy! Please t-touch my clit, make me cum!”

“Aw,” he coos, “Such a polite little girl.”

He takes mercy on you, rolling his thumb over the bud. A quick few circles has you going still. He watches with a lidded gaze, your body going lax while your thighs tremble erratically. Your mouth is open, chest heaving with the breathless little gasps you let out.

After a moment, and a few well-aimed thrusts of his cock, you seem to flicker back to life. Your back arches off of the bed and you squeal, legs kicking as pleasure floods through you.

He’s cruel, almost sadistic, in the way he forces you to ride out the orgasm. He doesn't slow or take his thumb off of your clit, sending you ever higher into euphoria.

You squirt, gushing cum all over his abs and thighs - soaking his cock as you squeal and cry out for him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Ah, pl-please! Please! Daddy!” he can listen to you scream for him all day but eventually, the messy, slick sounds of him stuffing your cunt and the deadly hold your cunt has on his cock has him cumming.

His hips stutter before he sinks completely inside, prodding your cervix and making you cry even harder before he releases - pumping his load as deep as he possibly can.

You’re still trembling and crying as everything comes to a slow end and he sighs, scooping you up into his arms to cradle you close to him. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, letting out all the intense emotions that overflowed at the end.

“Shh, my good girl,” he coos, “Daddy is so proud of you, took it so well.”

“I-I don't like Makki, you know that right, Daddy?” you ask, sniffling without bringing your head from the safety of his chest.

He nods and kisses the top of your head, “I know, Daddy is sorry, he was just in a bad mood.”

You’re quiet for a second before asking, “Do you feel better now?”

He can’t help but smile, hugging you tight as he assures you that you made it all better, loving the way you brighten up and beam happily at the admission.

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[seita]

— aftercare headcanons.

oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, + kyotani.

+ how they feel about aftercare + how they do it!

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— tooru oikawa.

› he doesn't take aftercare too seriously tbh

› it's not that he doesn't care

› it's just that he doesn't think it's needed - especially with him

› so he usually cleans you up and then cuddles with you until you fall asleep

› sometimes he makes u clean urself up tho lmao

+

“we’ll clean up in a minute,” he sighs, flopping down onto the bed with a sigh. peeking through his lashes, he smiles at the sight of you looking at him, “what is it? i know im pretty handsome but it’s rude to stare.”

“i love you,” you mumble, rolling over to attach yourself to him.

he hums and wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight, “yeah, i love you too.”

— hajime iwaizumi.

› takes aftercare very seriously.

› it's not that he's particularly intense during sex

› but he knows that emotions can run wild afterwards

› so he takes extra care to take care of you afterwards

+

“my pretty girl, how do you feel?” he smiles as you sniffle, cupping your cheek, “anything hurt?”

you shake your head and reach your arms out, wrapping them around his neck. he coos softly, kissing the top of your head, just letting you cling to him. he doesn’t ask if you’re crying, just strokes your back and sits quietly as you let out all of your emotions.

— issei matsukawa.

› his aftercare mainly revolves around physically taking care of you

› because of his size, you frequently wind up sore and pretty exhausted

› so he takes the care to clean you up and patch up any bruises or ease away any soreness on your body

+

“i know you’re sore, baby,” he coos softly, smoothing a soft hand up your thigh, “just bear with me, i’ll get you some pain killers, yeah?”

“okay...” you whimper softly, trying to relax against the bed as he bustles around to gather some clothes for you to wear and a soft, warm cloth to clean you with.

“you did so well,” he sighs, finally sitting on the bed, wiping your thighs clean -- mindful of the bruises there, “you always take me so well.” he smiles when he you flush at his praise, making his heart flutter in his chest.

— takahiro hanamaki.

› hes not very intense in bed at all

› so aftercare isn't something he dotes upon

› usually, he cleans you up and crawls into bed

› because youre so very eager to hold each other after such an intimate night

+

“you’re so pretty,” he sighs, cupping the back of your head to hold you against his chest, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too,” you quickly reply, muffled by his chest -- not that either of you cared.

“i know, you couldn’t stop telling me while i made you cum,” he teases, bursting into laughter when you smack his chest and look up at him, clearly embarrassed, “hey, don’t look at me like that! i love it when you do that!”

you roll your eyes and turn your back to him, making him whine before he folds himself around your body, sighing happily as you both fall asleep.

— kentaro kyotani.

› hes v e r y intense in bed

› you usually wind up sore, bruised, aching, and emotional from it

› as a result, his aftercare is extremely in depth

› and he's sort of clumsy about it so he generally lets you dictate what you need and follows through with it

+

he’s silent as he works diligently, your words ringing around in his head. you had told him you just wanted to lay with him so he makes sure the microfiber cloth is warm when he wipes your skin clean of the fluids from your time together.

“sorry,” he mutters when you hiss after he puts some unintended weight against a budding bruise.

“it’s okay,” you tell him, “just hurry up.”

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[seita]

— a good dom.

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

genre: smut, light fluff

wordcount: 3.359

cw: established relationship.

tags: consensual nonconsent, somnophilia, watersports, gun play, heavy humiliation/degradation, dirty talk, mean!issei, size kink, no prep, forced orgasm, fear play, aftercare

note: this is the fic i wrote for @inxriyama for the hqhq secret santa event! i really hope you like it 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

You looked so pretty, laying in your shared bed. Eyes closed, lashes resting against your cheeks as your chest rose and fell with the soft, deep breaths of your slumber.

Ever so carefully, he crawled onto the mattress, careful to keep his weight even so it wouldn’t disturb you. It creaked under his knees and he froze, looking at your body as you shifted to lay on your side -- your back facing him.

Your tank top slipped up, exposing your ribs and an expanse of smooth skin he desperately wanted to run his hands over. Maybe hook his nails in, leaving painful welts along your sides to watch you squirm and whine at the feeling.

The best part, however, were the pretty, white panties you were wearing -- the band barely peeking out from beneath the blanket, which had been pushed down in your movements. He couldn’t restis reaching down and gently tugging the covers off of you, letting them fall to the foot of the bed.

It felt like his whole body was alight, heart pounding with adrenaline as he laid himself beside you. You were so small compared to him, letting him curl him body around yours. He inhaled, letting your sweet scent overcome him, his eyes rolling back in his head. There was a little tinge of his own body wash that you had probably used before bed.

He could see his fingers trembling as he touched you, finally. He dragged his fingertips across your skin, watching the way goosebumps rose along your skin, following his feather-light touch. You whimpered in your sleep and shifted again, subconsciously sinking back to find more of his warmth.

He smiled, pressing his hips against yours to relieve some of the ache in his cock. He was already hard, no doubt making a mess in his boxers, just from the excitement that he knew was to come.

He kept his touches light, nothing that would wake you. After all, he didn’t want the fun to end too quickly.

He pushed the hem of your t-shirt up, dragging it up over your breasts, letting out a shuddering breath at the sight of your perfect, pretty tits. He cupped one, lightly squeezing the soft flesh in his hand, making sure to thumb your nipple until it hardened obediently under his touch.

“Such a responsive little body…” he breathed to himself, his own words making his cock throb.

After a moment of playing with your tits, he decided to let his hand slide between your legs. Your cunt was hot through the material of your panties and he couldn’t wait to feel the way your slick would soak them. You sighed in your sleep at the lovely pressure, mindlessly rolling onto your back and spreading your legs.

He froze, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you were really still asleep. You inhaled deeply once and exhaled, smacking your lips as you settled once more. He smiled, fixing your shirt so it revealed your breasts to him properly once more. Shifting where he laid, he pressed his lips against your nipple, pressing two large fingers against your cunt.

He knew just how to work your body, pressing the material of your panties into your slit to find your clit, circling it until he felt the little bud harden under his touch. Your breath hitched and you whined as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, lashing it with his tongue.

He couldn’t resist finally dipping his hand into your panties, taking care not to jostle you too much as he fit his fist inside, watching the material stretch to accommodate. Your folds were already growing slick and he hummed against your nipple.

You really were so responsive to him, his good little girl.

He found your clit once more with ease, using your juices to aid in smooth, tight circles he made against the bud. Your hips twitched at the stimulation and you whined, tossing your head to the side restlessly. He grinned, popping off of your breast to look down, biting his lip at the sight of your white panties now growing transparent.

He dipped his fingers into your entrance, gathering more of your slick, dragging his messy fingers back up to your clit. Your back arched and he could feel your cunt pulsing, throbbing as you grew close to your orgasm.

It was so sweet. You were so easy to make cum when you were awake, but while you slept - with your body and mind completely relaxed, it was no time at all before you were gushing into your panties.

Your entire body locked up and your eyes flew open, your jaw dropping as you cried out in pleasure.

He loved that look, the one of surprise, wonder, as he made you cum. As you finally settled, blinking blearily up at him as your sleep-riddled brain struggled to comprehend the situation you were in.

Your mouth opened, ready to say something but he was quick in slapping his hand painfully over your mouth.

“Don’t say a word,” he hisses, watching how your eyes widen in surprise at the aggression. You reach up, going to push him away but his hand moves out of the corner of your eye and you see the object in it glinting under the bedroom light.

It was a gun.

When did Issei get a gun?

He could see the wheels turning in your head, the questions flashing in your eyes that he forbade you from asking with the firm grip over your mouth.

How cute you were. Trembling in fear, whimpering against his hand as tears welled up in your eyes.

You blinked and they came rolling down your cheeks, making him grin.

“Aw, are you scared, little bunny?” he asks, cocking his head to the side as he swings his leg over your body to sit atop your waist. You sniffle and squirm beneath his weight, pressing your hands against his chest to try and put some distance between the two of you.

He grows angry with your fighting and is quick to bring the gun up, pressing the barrel against your temple. You cry out against his hand and your entire body goes still, eyes clamping shut tight.

He presses the gun even harder against your head, enjoying your reaction. You sob into his hand and it takes him a moment to feel it -- a warm wetness spreading beneath him.

He sneers, ripping himself off you, “Did you just piss on me, you disgusting little bitch?”

He spits the insult at you as he brings his hand down to slap you across the cheek. You shriek and move to your hands and knees, attempting to make a run for it across the other side of the bed.

He’s quicker than you, however, grabbing your ankle and yanking you back down. You cry out and kick your feet, fighting to get away from him.

“I-Issei, please!” you sob, squirming to get away from the mess you made on your bed, “I-I’m sorry, please stop!”

He growls and brings his hand down across your face again. You whine and cover your face with your hands, hoping to stop any more hits as you cry.

He doesn’t mind, lets you sob and squirm like that as he grips your shirt in his hands. The flimsy material groans and tears, allowing him to toss it away -- leaving your chest completely bare.

“You’re such a messy little whore,” he snaps, “I was going to be so nice to you too, but since you decided to piss on me like some kind of disgusting mutt…”

He trails off, leaving you to tremble in anticipation. You cover your breasts with your hands, whimpering and curling in on yourself as he stares down at you.

You looked so small, so fragile like that. Trembling in fear and crying until you were breathless.

Still, when he ripped your panties off, he could see the slick gushing out of your little hole -- letting him know you were definitely enjoying where this was going. He decides not to comment on it, merely rolls his eyes and sheds himself of his own sweatpants.

He crawls onto the bed, not minding the wetness he sinks his knees into. There’s no way you could win the fight against him as he pins your knees open, allowing him to slot his cock between your folds.

You shudder at the feeling and he grins.

“You’re such a fucking mess down here,” he whispers, rocking his hips, making sure to bump against your clit, “Little whore likes this, huh? Being fucked with a gun to your head?”

You shake your head but he can feel the way you arch your hips just a little, seeking out more of the pleasure he can give you. He scoffs, pursing his lips to spit lewdly against your cunt, using his cockhead to spread it around.

“I-Issei, please,” you gasp, “‘S too big…’s gonna hurt…”

He clicks his tongue, moving the gun back towards your face, pressing it against the middle of your forehead, “Aw...you want to be prepped? Too fucking bad, maybe you shouldn’t have pissed on me.”

He purses his lips again but this time he spits on your face, making you flinch and sob in humiliation. Finally, his tip catches on your entrance and he grins, keeping his eyes on your face as he slowly starts pushing inside.

He knows it hurts, your body locks up and you squeal, slapping your hands against his chest before your nails begin to bite into the skin of his pecks.

He clicks his tongue, “You don’t wanna do that, bunny. You wouldn’t want me to press this trigger by accident, would you?”

You don’t seem to even register what he’s saying, your legs trembling and kicking the deeper he sinks into your tight, unwilling little cunt. Your walls spasm around him, struggling to take even half of the length he’s already forced inside.

He adjusts his stance, biting his lip at the feeling of your hot juices coating his cock. He pulses, hard and hot inside you and it makes you keen desperately.

He’s so big, touching every single pleasurable spot inside of you that it starts to bleed into the pain of him stretching you beyond your limits. Your brain can’t comprehend what is pleasure and what is pain anymore.

You finally fall limp against the bed, eyes rolled back as you let him do as he pleases. For a second he almost thinks he broke you but then, you start gasping and crying out -- another gush of your juices squirting onto his cock.

He almost thinks you pissed on him again but the ring of cream your tight little cunt leaves behind lets him know you’re cumming nice and hard for him, without him even trying.

He laughs, “Aw, you’re cumming huh? What a filthy little bunny.”

You sob, humiliated at how easily you came for him. Your body was so attuned, so ready for him that you can’t help but cum at the drop of a hat for him. The sound of his condescending laugh had your body flushing in embarrassment.

Even though you just came, he didn’t give you a single second to rest. Instead, he began a rough, fast pace. The sound of his hips meet is drowned out by the way you sob and cry in pleasure.

“Too much! I-Issei, please!” you shriek, gasping when he harshly slaps you once more.

Your back arches and he watches, with a sadistic grin, as you eyes roll back into your head. You fall silent and he thinks, for just a second, he may have fucked you unconscious but after a second, you’re gushing around his cock once more.

You sob, chest heaving almost violently. Every time his cock moves inside you, it urges you to squirt again and again. His thighs, cock, and abdomen are dripping with your cum but it doesn’t stop him or even slow him.

“Ah, you’re such a nasty little slut, look at the fucking mess you’re making,” he spits, gripping you beneath the knees to force you into a mating press. Your mouth opens to scream but the weight on your chest only makes you wheeze instead, “Don’t you have any shame? You’re so fucking embarrassing, being such an insatiable whore. Can’t stop cumming for even a second.”

“Issei…” you wheeze, nails biting into his forearms as you cling to him, his violent thrusts jostling your poor, overstimulated body around without a care.

“Shh,” he coos, “Just shut up, you don’t need to say anything. All you need to worry about is how I’m gonna fill this stupid little cunt up with my cum.”

You whine, slowly falling limp against the bed. You look such a mess, hair plastered to your face, sticking due to the sweat, tears, and spit all over your face. Your mouth is open but you’re barely making any noise beyond pained whimpers and gasps.

“Yeah, take it, slut,” he grits his teeth, using his weight as leverage to force his cock in as deep as he can. It hits the solid wall of your cervix, making your legs lock up in pain at the feeling of him pounding into it. He doesn’t seem to care about the abuse he inflicts upon you fragile little cunt, all he cares about is the fact he can feel his balls tighten up with his impending orgasm.

You can feel his cock throb, your cunt so sensitive that every little twitch of his length makes you whimper.

He stalls after several more, harsh thrusts. His tip presses against your cervix as he cums, his load shooting against it and eventually spilling out around the tight seal of your cunt. It’s messy, leaks down his balls and joins the mess on the bed as well.

He lets your legs down from the press and you think it’s over.

But then he picks up the gun and your eyes widen, tears filling them once again. He drags the nozzle down your sternum, over your stomach to the mess between your legs.

“Issei…” your voice has the sweetest begging tone that it makes his cock twitch, valiantly attempting to harden once again.

“Now...I still have to punish you…” he whispers, biting his lip, “After all, you made this so hard for me. Made such a mess...your little cunt got so sloppy from being used, huh?”

“‘M sorry, Issei…” you gasp, trembling against the bed once more when you feel the cold metal meet your swollen, heated folds, “Please, ‘M sorry!”

“I know…” his tone is so condescending that if you were in a proper headspace, it would actually piss you off. But now, it just makes you cry, “But if you’re a good girl now...I’ll make it quick for you…”

“Q-Quick?” your voice hitches halfway through the question as he pushes the gun into your cunt.

A mixture of your cum oozes out, coating the gun in the slick juices.

“Mhmm…”

You could barely make out his face through your tears but you could see the sick, wide, almost cat-like grin that spreads across his face. It should have been a tip off but your mind was so hazy that you didn’t catch onto it until it was too late.

He cocks the hammer on the gun and your eyes widen. He loves that look of fear, the absolute terror in your eyes. You cry out his name, telling him not to.

But it’s too late.

He pulls the hammer and you scream, your cunt gushing out more piss that makes him laugh.

You cover your face with your hands, curling up to cry as he pulls the gun from your cunt, letting it drop onto the bed before he stands up.

He can hear you crying from the bathroom as he wets a soft, microfiber cloth with warm water and gathers the little box you both keep under the sink for aftercare necessities. In the past, it would have broken his heart -- it did, the first time you both had experimented with violent or emotionally taxing scenes.

He had been worried he had gone too far, that you hadn’t used your safe word just to make him happy. The lingering fear in his head that you would be scared of him now -- that you would think he was a bad person.

But now he just knows how intense it is for you afterwards, after everything is over and it goes still. Adrenaline pumps through your veins and your mind is just a garbled mess of nonsense you can’t even hope to make sense of.

Truth be told, it was one of his favorite things about being your dom, being there for you to lean on when you’re too overwhelmed to function. He loves being that person for you, being able to protect you and make you feel safe after being the one who broke you apart in the first place.

He wrings out the rag and pulls the bathroom door open again, seeing you in the same position.

“Hey little one,” he coos, placing the rag and basket on the table before grabbing a fresh pair of sweats to slip on.

You don’t respond to him but he doesn’t mind, simply smiles as he begins wiping your tired body down, cleaning the mess between your legs, being gentle of the soreness he’s sure he inflicted.

After you’re clean enough, he pulls out a baby wipe and shoos your hands away from your face, smiling at you once more as your hazy gaze settles upon him.

“There’s my sweet girl,” he whispers, taking care in wiping beneath your eyes and getting rid of the mess that settled across your skin, “You did so good for me, my baby.”

You sniffle but don’t say anything, simply reaching your arms out for him, “Oh? You wanna go to our room now?”

You nod and he hums, easily lifting you into his arms. Your body is still trembling and he takes care in holding you close, letting you nuzzle into the warmth his body radiates. Your eyes close on the way to the bedroom, drifting off from the utter exhaustion you felt.

You’re woken back up when he bumps into the doorjamb, muttering a soft apology as you jump from surprise.

“We gotta get you in the bath before you can sleep in bed, okay?” he asks, kissing your forehead when you whine pitifully. He lets your feet down onto the floor, supporting your body as you struggle to stay upright on shaky legs, “Go pee, baby. I’ll get the water running.”

In no time, you’re settled in the bathtub, sighing deeply as you let your eyes close. He leaves the door open so you don’t feel closed in as he goes into the bedroom once more, picking out some comfy clothes you’ll be able to sleep in once you get out of the bath.

By the time you both settle into bed, the clock on your nightstand blinks that it’s just a bit past 3 in the morning. You’re out within seconds, wrapped around him like a little koala but he stays up for a bit longer, holding you and caressing your body even as you sleep -- just taking in the events of the night, astounded by how much love and trust you always put in him.

You never cease to make him fall in love with you over and over again.

And as he looks down at you, he is in awe of your beauty. He can’t resist snuggling down and wrapping himself around you as well, holding you tightly against his chest, cheek resting on the crown of your head as he closes his eyes.

He knows you’ll yell at him for leaving the mess in the spare bedroom but he could never be bothered to leave you when you’re both feeling so emotionally drained. So he settles in, already thinking of getting up early to make you your favorite breakfast in the morning.

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[seita]

𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 | 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗶 (𝗺.)

˒ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂/𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ˒ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ˖ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 ˒ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟸𝟿𝟷𝟼 ˒ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗄!𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂   ˒ 𝖼𝗐: 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌

+ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍!

˖˖ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈.

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The bass shook your very core as you swayed to the beat. The drink in your hand was almost empty as you tipped it back for another sip. You glanced to the side to where your boyfriend was chilling, leaning against the wall with a cigarette tucked between his lips. 

Issei Matsukawa had been your boyfriend since your first year of highschool; you’d been together for more than 5 years. He was attractive, a fact you’d known long before anyone else. It wasn’t that he was unattractive in high school, simply awkward and still growing into his own. He had been more lanky standing at 6’2”, fit from playing volleyball but worn down from the stress of school and graduating. 

Currently, he’s grown to 6’3” and filled out much more. Throughout the years, he’d acquired numerous tattoos that now formed full sleeves on both his arms with an incomplete back piece and a couple scattered on his pecs. He’d also gotten a nose and lip piercing to go along with the numerous adorning his ears. He’d developed his own style, typically opting for ripped, well-fitting jeans, dark t-shirts and leather jackets to go with biker boots he seemed to always be wearing no matter how much he complained of how they hurt when he wore them too much. 

You felt lucky to have been by his side through it all, watching him grow into a wonderful man and find himself until he became comfortable in his own skin. 

Unfortunately, the more confident he grew, the more others started to notice him; specifically other women.

And when your boyfriend stood alone in a corner, smoking in a club with his leather jacket tossed casually over his shoulder, exposing those tattoos you’d been by his side while he got inked into his skin, and a well-fitting black t-shirt showing off his frame, greedy eyes always seemed to find him. The more confident of them had no shame in attempting to chat him up despite how disinterested he came off as with the lazy, lidded look of his eyes. 

To showcase his lack of interest, he brought the cigarette to his lips again, the rings on his fingers glittering beneath the club lights. His nails were painted black, a new coat you’d helped him put on before leaving the house that night so that the polish wouldn’t be chipped and ugly. 

Still, the girls who surrounded him persisted. You stopped dancing to watch, a pout forming on your lips as you watched. Jealousy brewed within you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Issei, no you had complete faith in him, you knew he would choose you over any other woman any day. 

However, you didn’t like that these ladies didn’t know he was spoken for -- that he was your man. 

When one of the girls leaned against the empty spot beside him, her hand on his forearm, you had enough. You downed the rest of your drink and placed it on a nearby table before sauntering over to him. 

The girl's voice carried the closer you got; she complimented everything from his piercings and tats to his hair. 

“How tall are you?” one drunkenly giggled, leaning a bit closer in a way you knew was intending to entice him into looking at her tits.

“6’3”,” Issei replied politely, taking a puff on his cigarette before blowing it out. 

“Wow…” a third whispered, licking her lips, “You’re a big guy, huh?”

Matsukawa huffed through his nose, shaking his head in disbelief. This wasn’t anything unusual, innuendos and flirting; girls always wanted a taste of what he had to offer. The confidence and energy he exuded was clearly one of dominance and power. Though they didn’t know for sure, they could definitely correctly assume he was good in bed. 

Unfortunately for them, you were the only one who would ever get to experience it.

“What’s your name, handsome?” the one leaning beside him asked, fingers inching up the sleeve of his t-shirt. 

His eyes glanced towards her wandering hand, a brow raised before he lightly batted it away, making her giggle as if he were only playing hard to get.

“It’s--”

“Issei,” you cut him off, making his eyes snap to where you were approaching from. 

“Hey, kitten,” he greeted with an easy smile the other girls hadn’t gotten the courtesy to see. 

Three sets of eyes shot to you, frowning at your unwelcome appearance. Naturally, they had hoped he was single and would end up going home with one of them tonight. 

“So your name is Issei?” the confident one leaning against the wall beside him asked, ignoring your entrance. 

Issei sighed, eyes still lingering on you as you nodded. You raised a brow, making him chuckle, watching as you sauntered closer and pressed yourself against his chest, nuzzling against his neck. He was quick to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close against him, kissing the top of your head. 

You casted a glare towards the girl beside you who sent one right back at you. Her eyes took in his form, raking up and down his body as she checked him out, biting her lip.

“Is this your girlfriend, Issei?” the way she purred your boyfriend’s name made you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah,” Issei replied, slipping a hand up the back of your shirt to run his fingers over your skin to comfort you as he felt you grow tense. He knew how much you hated other girls who wouldn’t take a hint and give up -- hoping they could convince him to cheat on you or that they were a better choice. He took another puff of his cigarette again, turning his head away to blow the smoke out away from any faces.

You thought back to how, a few nights ago, he had smoked while you sat atop his cock, grinding against him as you came over and over again. Occasionally, he would blow the smoke in your face and grin at the way you would whimper in response. 

You clenched your thighs together as he tapped the excess ash off in the nearby cup he’d placed down. His fingers were so long, pretty with the nailpolish and rings. The one he wore on his middle finger you knew for a fact had been worn one when he fingered you in the car as he drove. The filth that spewed from his lips during that ride still echoed through your mind. 

Clenching your thighs together, you gripped his shirt and tugged lightly, fixing him with your best puppy dog eyes when he looked down at you.

“What is it, kitten?” he asked softly.

“I wanna go home,” you whined, biting your lip.

He grinned and opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off, “Don’t go! We’re having such a nice time!” one of the girls whined.

“Yeah, we’re having fun~” another added. 

You rolled your eyes when his eyes drifted from you to the girl beside him, who placed her hand on his arm again. Finally deciding enough was enough, you huffed and reached down to his belt, venturing to cup his slowly hardening cock -- he knew you were feeling turned on and that alone turned him on too. 

“You know you can have the most fun with me, Issei,” you grinned as he licked his lips, eyes falling to where your hand sat. 

“You wanna go home?” he asked, dropping his cigarette into the cup before taking your hand and lacing your fingers with his.

You nodded and tugged, casting a smirk at the three girls as you tugged your boyfriend away. They all made sounds of disappointment the further you got but one thing caused you to pause. 

The one who had been trying the hardest scoffed, “Don’t quite see what he sees in her. I’d be a better fuck than her.”

Eyes narrowed, you casted a glance over your shoulder to find the three of them still glaring daggers at you. Tightening your grip on your boyfriend’s hand, you made a turn and found yourself in a dark, abandoned corner away from prying eyes. 

Well, except three pairs. 

You pushed Issei against the wall and he grinned. It definitely was not the first time the two of you fucked in a club like this; you probably did it more than was considered okay. You pulled him down and brought him in for a deep kiss. He groaned, wrapping his arm around your waist to deepen it further, working his lips against yours expertly. 

“Wanna fuckin’ eat you out, kitten,” he growled, turning the two of you so it was you pressed against the wall. 

“Please,” you nodded, licking your lips as you looked forward to find the girls surprisingly still watching. 

Most people, when faced with seeing the two of you beginning to get intimate, would walk away and pretend they never saw anything. Not these girls, apparently. Perhaps it was their egos, but they continued to look even as your boyfriend dropped to his knees and pushed the hem of your skirt up. One of them even made eye contact with you, a nasty look in his eyes as you grinned gleefully. 

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Issei groaned, pushing the crotch of your panties aside to expose your cunt, “What have you been thinking about?”

“That time you fingered me in the car,” you quickly replied, hiking your knee over his shoulder to open yourself up to his gaze.

He grinned, knowing exactly what you were referring to. He doesn’t say anything else, simply leans forward and buries his tongue in your wet slit. You toss your head back and moan, tangling your hands in his already messy curls. His tongue finds your clit, circling the bud before sucking it into his mouth. 

“Fuck, Issei!” you squeal, mouth falling open as he pulls away with a pop, lips already swelling up. His tongue finds your entrance and you keen as you feel it enter you, wet and hot and providing just the tiniest bit of fullness. His nose presses perfectly against your clit, eyes never straying from your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he pants as he pulls away, “Got me so hard.”

“Why don’t you fuck me then?” you grin, tugging on his hair to entice him into doing so. 

He grins and presses a sweet kiss against your clit, biting his lips when your thighs jump in response before standing up. You reach down, tugging his belt loose before unbuttoning his jeans. He sighs in relief as you pull his cock free. 

Looking over to see the girls with mouths open, eyeing your boyfriend's fat cock. He was big, that wasn’t something unknown to either of you; long and thick enough to hurt no matter how many times you took his length. 

You squeezed his shaft, making him groan. Flashing yet another grin towards the girls, you slowly stroked him, spitting on the soft skin to slick it up. You wanted these girls to know this was your cock; the cock that fucked you every night. They would never get it and before this was over, they would know. 

“Jump, kitten,” he breathed, cupping beneath your thighs. You giggled, the alcohol still flowing through your system as you did as you were told. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you brought him in for another kiss.

“Ah…” you gasp when the tip of his cock prods your entrance. 

You hadn’t been prepped at all so when he started to sink into you, there was a deep burn and you bit your lip, burying your face in his neck. He panted in your ear, holding you tightly as he ever so carefully worked his length into you. 

“That’s it, pretty girl…” he praised, kissing your forehead, “Let me in, that’s a good girl. Look at you, doin’ so fuckin’ well. You’re so perfect...shit…” he groaned as he finally bottomed out.

You pulled away, gasping as you leaned back against the wall, eyes finding where you were connected. He followed your gaze, pupils blown wide at the sight of your sweet little pussy stretched wide. 

“So tight around me,” he whispered, bringing a hand up to his mouth to lick his thumb. You meet his gaze as the digit finds you hard clit, circling the bud as he slowly begins to rock his hips against you. Clutching his shirt, you cling to him, your mouth falling open as your walls begin to clench around him. He grins, “Cum for me, kitten. Soak my cock like a good girl and I’ll fuck you nice and good. I’ll show those little bitches whose cunt it is that makes me fuckin’ cum.”

You lean your forehead against him, pecking his lips as your body tenses up. Issei continues to work your bud, working the last couple inches of his cock in and out of you slowly as you reach your high. Your thighs tighten around him, walls squeezing his cock nice and tight. Your mouth open as you moan his name only for his hand to slap down around your mouth, his eyes narrowed. In your pleasure, you didn’t notice the icy glare he casted towards two men who paused to watch the show. As you trembled and whimpered against your boyfriend, cumming hard around his thick cock, they attempted to catch a peek of the way your cunt was stuffed, nice and full. 

Thankfully, the position didn’t allow them the pleasure of seeing what was his. Once they got the hint and passed by, hard in their jeans, he began to properly fuck you. You were still coming down and cried out against his hand. He hissed, opting to slip two fingers into your mouth. Immediately, you wrapped your lips around them and worked your tongue along the skin. He groaned, moving his other hand to support your back. 

“You feel so good, came so good for me,” he whispered, licking his lips as he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. The cool metal of his rings brushed your lips and you whimpered when he suddenly pulled them away.

“Your cock’s so good, Issei,” you praise, grinding your hips down as you toss your arms around his shoulders, “Pl-Please fill me up.”

“Yeah? You want my cum?” he growled, cupping the back of your head to hold you close against him, “Want me to show them I’m yours? That your cunt is the one I fill up every night?”

“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, glancing over to see the girls still standing there. They all wore expressions of arousal, thighs clenched together as they watched your perfect boyfriend fuck you, “You’re mine, Issei. T-Tell me you love me.”

“Fuck,” his groaned, hips losing their rhythm, “I love you so fuckin’ much. No one will ever own me so completely; heart, mind, and body, baby. Shit, you’re the one I’m gonna marry and have kids with. You’re it for me, kitten. I’m so...fuckin’ in love with you.”

He spoke loud enough for them to hear, knowing exactly what you needed. You felt tears prick your eyes and you couldn’t help but press your lips against his, “Cum for me, Issei. Please.”

“Fuck, shit!” he groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in your neck, “I love you so goddamn much, kitten.”

You shuddered as he came, cock spitting his hot load into your sensitive walls. Your cunt clenched sporadically around him, close to your final orgasm but not being able to fall over the edge before his own high ended. 

He continued to hold you for a long moment, peppering kisses along your skin as you released your thighs from around his waist. He continued to hold you close against him as he came down.

“Do you need to cum again, kitten?” he asked softly, noticing the way you were clenching your thighs. 

You bit your lip and he grinned, reached between your thighs once more. You eagerly spread them and clutched his t-shirt in your fists as he circled your clit with his skilled fingers. Resting his forehead against yours, he worked your bud until your cunt was clasping desperately around nothing, pushing his cum from your little hole. He cursed and gathered it on his fingers as you came down, minimizing the mess before bringing his digits to your lips. You grinned, sultry and hungry as you took them into your mouth, cleaning his cum from his skin. 

He cursed, pulling away to button up his jeans and redo his belt. He was slowly getting hard again and he wanted to get home to fuck you in the comfort of your own shared bed. 

You fixed your panties, wincing as more of his cum dripped into the fabric. He took your hand and tugged you out of the dark corner, cooing when you clung onto his arm. 

“Oh,” he paused next to the ladies who had yet to move. They looked up at him with wide eyes, a dash of hope still in their gazes as he finally acknowledged him, “You could never compare yourself to her. That’d be like comparing dog food to caviar.” 

The girls gasped at the insult as Issei chuckled and tugged your hand to pull you along behind him. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught their glazes and grinned, knowing you had won. 

And that you had round 2 waiting for you at home. 

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[seita]

the contract girlfriend | semi eita (m.)

˒ pairing: semi eita/reader ˒ genre: angst, fluff, smut ˒ wordcount: 𝟺𝟹𝟹𝟷 ˒ tags: friends2lovers, fake dating, musician!eita ˒ cw: dirty talk, loss of virginity, virgin kink if u squint: sweet talking, pet names, mean girl ex, mutual pining, unrequited love(?), angst with a happy ending, UNEDITED

+ note: this is a collab along with the other writers for the kkc! i would also like to thank @bokutobabie​ 𝖿for her help with this plot bc it was kickin’ my ass.

˖˖ summary: when he was an unknown musician, his girlfriend left him. now that he’s made it, he wants to make her jealous at a fancy party so he can get her back.unfortunately, he asks you to be his fake date. the downside? you have a very real crush on him.

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“I have a proposition,” is never a sentence you want to hear when you sit down to lunch with your best friend. Especially when that friend is Semi Eita. 

“What..?” you ask apprehensively, taking the cup of coffee he’d obviously gotten to bribe you. You took it regardless, not willing to pass up the offer of free coffee.

“Nana is gonna be at the party this weekend,” he muttered, swirling his fingertips around the rim of his cup. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at his words, “I want you to come and pretend to be my date.”

Just as you’d expected. Not something you wanted to hear.

Nana was Eita’s first love, his first serious relationship, really. They got together when he was fresh out of highschool, the two of them spending almost all of their time together. 

It was when his career as a musician was just beginning, he was playing small gigs and there was nothing really successful. But he was happy. And he thought she was too.

Until she dumped him in favor of a much more famous man. He was a big movie producer and offered her a leading role in an upcoming film. Of course, she took the offer. 

She would much rather be mingling with the rich and famous than be hanging out with “a nobody like him”, as she put it. You remembered the hurt Eita felt, the tears and heartbreak it took almost 3 years for him to get over. 

“Why?” you finally asked with a sigh, “What will that accomplish?”

“Well if she gets jealous, she might want to get back with me,” he grinned impishly, shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You recognized the look in his eyes, one of determination. So you sighed, nodding your head, “Alright, I’ll be your date.”

He beamed, uttering out endless thanks to you as you went on with your lunch until he decided to go back to the studio. He slipped his hat on low, making sure his mask was in place before hugging your goodbye and leaving you sitting alone at the table. 

You sighed, downing the last of your coffee. Your spirits were low; you had no idea what to expect from this party. 

Would she fall for it and run back into his arms now that he had had his big breakthrough and became mainstream? She surely must have known by now; his band was already breaking records, wracking up fans by the thousands, his songs were being played on the radio. 

Maybe now that he was famous enough, she’d actually want to be with him. Not that she deserved him. And he didn’t deserve someone like that, either. He was too good for her, too good to be treated like that. 

You let out another sigh and stood up, grabbing your purse from the back of the chair.

This was going to be painful. You weren’t sure how you would cope with pretending to be his girlfriend all for the sake of him getting back with her. 

Surely your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Because as much as you tried to hide it, you were irrevocably in love with your best friend.

The entire getup was supplied to you by Eita; from the jewelry to the dress itself. You felt like a different person. Despite the fact he was your best friend, you hadn’t attended one of the big parties since his band’s breakout single. 

This particular party wasn’t in celebration of his band, but he was invited regardless so naturally he went. He was still enjoying the high life and was getting used to tasting fame. You were glad it hadn’t actually affected his personality. 

“You look nice today,” Tendou complimented with a breezy smile. He was nursing a glass of champagne, which was uncharacteristic to say the least. He had always been more of a whiskey kind of guy.

“Thanks,” you shrugged, “I’m not really a fan of this kind of thing.”

“I know,” he grinned, “You look terribly uncomfortable, that’s why I came over to be such a good pal and keep you company while your darling boyfriend is off galavanting with the people!”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend, Satori.”

He giggled, taking glee in your embarrassment, “But you wish he was.”

“Are you already drunk?” you raise a brow, making him snicker.

Someone called his name from the crowd and he flashed you a knowing grin, “Eita may be too dim to see it, but the rest of us aren’t!”

You pout and find yourself alone once again. Looking around, you search for your ‘boyfriend’. Suddenly, a heavy arm falls across your shoulders and the familiar scent of his cologne reaches your nose. 

“Hey, babygirl,” he coos, making your heart skip a beat at the pet name. He sounds so fond and you feel yourself smiling before he busts out laughing, shaking his head before letting his arm fall from your shoulders, “That’s just so weird. I dunno if I’ll be able to get through this tonight,” Ouch. “Anyway, Nana just arrived so…” he takes your hand but you can’t bring yourself to smile as you feel the ache in your heart at his words.

If he takes note of your deflated behavior, he doesn’t say anything, merely leading you over to the balcony. You breathe in the fresh air and feel the ache in your chest dull.

“Eita? Is that you?” a perky voice makes you cringe. 

“Nana,” Eita breathes, tugging you against his side as she breaks through the crowd to stand in front of the two of you.

Her smile promptly disappears at the sight of you crowded in Eita’s arms.

“Eita...who’s this?” she asks, a smile returning but you can tell it’s plastic. 

You remembered everything you had gone over with him before the party; the two of you had sat down for a few hours to sort out your story and rules. It had felt like you were making a binding contract with him when you told him no kissing on the lips. It was your only stipulation and you swore you saw a brief downward tug of his lips when you told him before he beamed and readily agreed. 

Maybe you were imagining that disappointment in his eyes too. 

“This is my girlfriend, _____,” Eita introduced, giving your arm an affectionate squeeze.

“Oh,” she gave you a strained smile and held out her hand for you to shake. When you slipped your hand into hers, she gave it a tense squeeze that made you flinch, “I’m Nana, Eita’s ex.”

“I’ve uh…” you cleared your throat and pulled your hand away, “I’ve heard stories about you.”

“All good I’m sure,” she replied flippantly before setting her sights on him once more, “We should totally catch up, you know? Reminisce about the good old times~”

The sultry, flirtatious undertone made your skin crawl. Even if you weren’t really dating, she thought you were and for her to not respect that made you angry. But still, Eita pulled away and placed a kiss against your temple that set your heart ablaze.

“Sure, why not?” he grinned and gave your hand a squeeze, “You go have some fun, sweetheart. I’ll catch up with you later.”

You gave him a hollow wave as he quickly vanished into the crowd without a second glance your way. You knew this was the end goal but still, to see him walking away hurt. A sense of rejection was seeded within you and you felt your spirits slowly being crushed. 

It took all your power to continue on with the party until it felt acceptable to leave. Throughout the party, you kept getting glances of the two of them. 

Eita wore a serene smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. Whenever she looked at him with a flirtatious smile and a subtle caress, you felt jealousy pool in the core of your stomach. You wanted to march over there and scream “he’s mine!”. But you couldn’t, because he wasn’t really yours. 

He was only pretending to be yours so he could have her. 

Your phone vibrated as you downed your final glass of wine, making you look at the screen with a frown.

“I’m heading to Nana’s apartment for the night! See if Satori can give you a ride home, thanks for the help!!”

Your jaw ached from how hard you were forcing yourself to keep from crying. When you tried to find the elusive redhead, you found he was drunk and dancing with two girls so you decided to leave him be and simply call an Uber. 

For just a short time, you had simply been a contract girlfriend for him to use. Though you knew it was fake, it still felt so nice to be called his. 

So you went home, removing your expensive clothing like Cinderella after the ball and decided to relax on the couch. It was only a little past midnight when you got out of the shower, turning on the TV to watch whatever late night nonsense was playing. 

Eita thought that being with Nana again would be everything he wanted. But as he laid beside her, her head resting on his naked chest, strangely all he could think of was you. 

When he asked you to pretend to be his date, he hadn’t thought of the possibility of how it would really feel. Sure, he had touched you before, naturally. Sometimes he hugged you and held your hand. But that night, when he placed the kiss against your head, the way your eyes lit up in response had his heart stuttering when he thought back to it. 

Truth be told, when you told him he couldn’t kiss you he felt so...disappointed. He had thought of assigning the same rule but decided against it at the last moment, secretly thinking about how nice it may feel to kiss you. 

He had quickly dashed that though because of how wrong it was to think of you like that. 

Yet there he was, thinking of you with his ex girlfriend back in his arms again.

“Eita?” Nana asked, lifting her head to look drowsily at him, “Are you okay?”

“Um...yeah,” he clears his throat, “I should probably get going.”

“Why?” she whines, “Don’t worry about her.”

“Huh? Who?” he asks, confused.

She giggles and clings to his arm, “Your girlfriend! She doesn’t have to know!”

His heart ached at those words -- true, you weren’t really dating but he felt like he had done something wrong. And for some reason Nana’s blatant disregard that he had cheated with her made him nauseous.

“I...I just want to see if she made it home safely,” he gave her a tight lipped smile and picked up his phone. 

She rested against the pillow, head propped up on her hand as she watched him dial you. When you didn’t answer, he gave a frustrated sigh and dialed Satori instead. 

It rang a few times before the slurred voice of his best friend answered, “H-Hey man, what’s up?”

“Satori, did you drop _____ off okay?” Eita asked.

The redhead made a confused sound over the line, “What’re you talkin’ about? She never asked me to take her anywhere.”

“What?” Eita frowned, “Did you see her leave the party?”

“Gotta tell ya, man, I wasn’t watchin’ her,” Tendou replied, a feminine giggle in the background making Eita frown, “Wasn’t that supposed to be your job?”

Eita sighed, shaking his head, “Alright, dude, just...let me know if you hear from her.”

“Hah? Why would she call me?” Satori chuckled, “Why don’t you just check on her? Better safe than sorry...I mean, she’s a cute girl, you never know what kinda scoundrels were eyeing her in that pretty little dress tonight. If i was a less honorable friend, she would be the one in my bed right now!”

Eita scoffed and hung up as his friend started cackling gleefully over the line. Eita stood up, shaking off Nana’s grabby hands as he slipped his jeans back on.

“You’re not going back to her, are you?” she pouted.

Eita sighed, “I gotta check on her. No one knows where she went off to.”

“She’s a big girl, c’mon Eita~” she purred, letting the sheet fall from her bare body as she crawled towards him.

He shook his head and threw his shirt on, grabbing his keys off of her dresser before moving to the door, “I gotta see her.”

He ignored her obnoxious whining as he bolted out the door. Any sleepiness that was in his system had evaporated at the worry he felt over you. 

The drive to your apartment was quick enough, it went by in a blur. He took two steps at a time up to your place on the 3r floor, not patient enough to wait for the elevator. 

The knock on your door made you jump. Throwing the pillow you held in your lap aside, you checked through the peephole to see a familiar head of sandy blonde hair. 

Pulling the door opened, you looked at him with wide eyes, “Eita? Aren’t you supposed to be with--”

“I couldn’t get a hold of you,” he breathed, stepping past you to enter your living room.

“And?” you laughed, shrugging your shoulders.

“I got worried! Why didn’t you go home with Satori?” he sighed, sitting on your couch with a huff.

You chuckled again, though it was humorless, “He looked like he was having fun, I didn’t want to impose.”

He sighs and relaxes against the couch. As you sit next to him, for a second things feel normal. 

You almost feel okay, as if you could forget about everything happening. It’s so easy to forget your crush on your best friend and the fact he wanted to be with another woman. 

It was easy to forget it all until it came rushing back into your face in the form of Nana. 

You and Eita were having a lunch date, as was normal for the two of you. Unfortunately, amid his retelling of a story you had heard a million times over, she showed up with an obnoxious screech of his name.

“Eita!” she squealed and rushed over to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. 

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes falling to your half-finished plate.

“Nana…” he greeted, eyes wide in shock, “H-How did you find me? What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you, silly!” she chirped, taking a seat in his lap in a way that was far too comfortable. Suddenly, her gaze shifted to you and the smile vanished off of her face, “Oh, you’re here.”

“Nana…” Eita sighed but didn’t make any move to get off of him.

“What? I thought you were going to break up with her?” she whined loudly, making your cheeks burn as people looked over at the two of you, “You said you were going to dump her!”

“I--” Eita started.

“You should go,” Nana grinned at you, shrugging her shoulders as she hugged Eita closer to her, “Seriously, he’s mine now. He was fucking me at that party instead of you.”

Although nothing about your relationship that night was real, the humiliation you felt at that very moment was. She was smug that she had gotten your boyfriend to cheat on you and was making a spectacle of her victory. 

Biting your lip, you reached behind you to grab your purse, “I-I’ll see you later, Eita.”

“______ wait!” he called but you were already rushing towards the entrance. 

You had no idea that he was hot on your heels until you reached your apartment. You went to close it only for the foot to intercept it. Looking over your shoulder, you found Eita panting before he was pushing the door open completely.

“_____ I--” he paused, “Why are you crying?”

“I am?” you wiped under your eyes and frowned when you felt the moisture there, promptly wiping it away, “Sh-She completely made a fool of me, Eita. I don’t know what you ever saw in her and I don’t know why I helped you get back with her.”

“I know, look…” he ran a hand through his already messed up hair, “I feel the same, alright? I’m sorry I pulled you into all this, _____, I really am. Alright, I told her to get lost.”

You sighed and took a seat on your couch, “She only wanted you back because you’re famous now. You know that right?”

He chuckled and sat down, nodding his head, “I guess I was just...hoping for something I guess.”

“What?” you asked.

He shrugged, “I don’t really remember anymore,” he confessed. 

“Well,” you didn’t quite know what to say, simply leaning back on the couch to appear relaxed, “I always wondered why you didn’t date after her anyway.”

He shrugged once more. How was he meant to say that he didn’t want anyone impeding on his time with you? 

“I guess...no one really came along, you know?”

You nodded, “I guess it’s the same for me.”

He snorted, “You’ve never even dated anyone before.”

“You don’t have to bring that up!” you whined, playfully shoving his shoulder.

He laughed, melodic and pretty, “I think it’s cute. What’s your story then?”

“Eita, we’ve been friends since high school, you know everything about me,” you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm at the soft look he was giving you.

“Yeah but…” he bit his lip, fingers inching closer towards you, “You’re...pretty and sweet. There’s plenty of good looking guys around me that have tried flirting with you before. Hell, Satori even said he was into you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “No, none of them are right…”

“Who is right then?” he asked, unable to hide the hopefulness in his voice.

“Eita…” the smile falls from your lips, your heart hammering in your chest as he moved closer towards you, “I…”

“Hm?” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours, breath fanning over your lips.

“I...I won’t regret this, will I?” you asked. 

His breathing stuttered against your skin and he shook his head, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, “You won’t.”

After those words left his mouth, he brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss that was perfect for a first. You could tell he was experienced, knowing exactly how to move. 

There was something sweet lingering on his tongue that you found utterly addictive. 

You wish you could find it strange or even scary to wind up in bed with your best friend. The fact your entire relationship was going to be changing should have concerned you but all you felt was anticipation. 

He hovered over your body, the two of you stripping your clothes with unhurried ease. His body was firm from working out, a habit he never let go of from his time as a volleyball player. 

His hands were calloused and warm as they touched your body, caressing your breasts in a way no one ever had. The feeling of him thumbing over your nipples had your back arching in arousal, your panties becoming soaked embarrassingly fast. 

He was hard and throbbing in his jeans, the constricting material almost painful but all he really cared about in that moment was seeing all of you. 

Hooking his thumbs into the band of your panties, he pulled the material down. He cursed under his breath at the strings of slick that attached to the fabric. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathed, licking his lips as he tossed your panties over his shoulder to be lost somewhere in your room. 

“Sh-Shut up, don’t tease me…” you mumble, feeling embarrassed by your body’s own reaction to him.

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss against your knee, “I’m not, baby. It’s sweet...I love knowing you react so honestly to me.”

“Eita…” you whined, reaching up to cover your face as he spread your legs.

“Hmm?” he bites his lip, sliding two fingers between your folds to spread them apart. 

Your hole clenched around nothing, drooling more slick for him to gather on his fingertips. He used it to rub smooth circles around your clit, the sweet moan that fell from your lips at the pleasure he so easily gave you. 

“I’ll get you nice and prepped, baby,” he cooed, the nickname making your heart soar. 

You were so wet, making it easy for him to slide two thick fingers into your pretty cunt. You clamped down tight around the digits, making his cock throb at the mere thought of what that would feel like around his hard cock. 

Twisting his wrist, he crooked his fingers up to hit your sweet spot, his thumb coming up to circle around your clit. The inexperience of your body made it so easy for him to bring you to the edge. 

You had never felt this, no one had ever touched you so intimately so your body was more reactive than ever. 

Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. He smiled, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You cumming?” he asked, though he could very easily feel your walls spasming around him. 

Still, you nodded, mouth falling open but no sound escaping, “E-Eita…”

“C’mon, baby,” he groaned, fasting his pace to fuck your dripping cunt. The sounds were wet, lewd and if you were with anyone else you would have been completely ashamed. But it was Eita, the person you trusted the most in the world. He groaned as your body began to quake, “Let it go, pretty girl. Cum for me, that’s it.”

At his encouragement, you released with a shrill whine of his name. He eagerly fucked your gushing cunt through the high, only slowing when your back met the bed again. 

Pulling his fingers from your hole, he was mindful of your sensitivity. He still couldn’t resist placing a fleeting kiss against your throbbing clit before sitting up to meet you for another heated kiss. 

Your body was still trembling as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your thighs spread open around his waist. His clothed cock hovered above your sensitive core and he made sure the rough material of his jeans didn’t make contact.

“Please, Eita, c-can we…?” you asked, biting your lip, too embarrassed to utter the words.

He smiled and nodded, brushing some hair behind your ear before sitting up to discard the remaining clothing on his person. His skin was pretty, tanned and built. His cock reached his navel, dripping precum down the length which he used to easily slick his cock up with his fist. 

The sight of your best friend jerking himself off over your naked, trembling body felt beyond taboo. But it only made you more eager to have him. 

“Please, Eita...I want you,” you breathed. 

He flashed you a smile and sat up on his knees, sliding the dripping tip between your folds. Brushing past your clit, you whined at the sensitivity. 

“It might hurt a bit, pretty baby,” he whispered, positioning himself at your entrance. 

You had already guessed it. He was big just by looking at him. But nothing compared to when he began to sink into you -- that’s when his size really became apparent. 

“Ah, Eita!” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He hissed but didn’t stop you, eyes falling to where his cock was steadily stretching you open. When he got halfway in, he pulled back until the head remained within your clasping walls. With an experienced roll of his hips, he pushed his cock back in, this time easily bottoming out. 

“Fuck!” you squealed, back arching. 

He could feel you gushing, dripping down his balls. There wasn’t a single sign of pain in your features so he quickly began to move, the both of you riled up and eager to have each other completely. 

Everything felt so right, so sweet. Having him in your arms made you feel so happy. 

“You’re mine now, baby,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck, “All mine. N-No more, fuck, of this friend shit...I love you.”

“Eita,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes as you hugged him tightly against you, “I love you too. P-Please make me cum.”

“Fuck, I’ll get you there, baby,” he promised, reaching between your bodies to find your clit. Your walls immediately clamped tight around him as he played with your little bud, “C’mon. Cum for me. I wanna feel you cream, pretty baby. Can you do that for me? Show me how good this cock makes you cum.”

His filthy words, whispered in his sweet, deep voice were enough to throw you over the edge. As you squeezed around him, trembling and gushing through the amazing orgasm, he spilled within you. A soft whimper of your name fell from his lips as his balls throbbed, cock spitting out load after load until you were so filled, it dripped from your cunt. 

Finally, the both of you stilled. He leaned back to look in your eyes, tucking some damp hair behind your ear before pecking your lips. 

“I meant it, you really are mine now,” he said.

You nodded, “You’re all mine too.”

“Well,” he gave you a teasing grin, “You have to share me with my millions of adoring fans.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” you giggled, biting your lip as he pulled out, “You have thousands at most.”

“Oh, way to bruise a guy’s ego,” he laughed.

You were grateful to have him, everything with him was so easy. Everything between you was fine, perfect even. And you didn’t have to worry about ever losing him to another girl again.

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[seita]

— you love too easy | hitoshi shinsou (m.)

pairing: hitoshi shinsou/f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

wordcount: 𝟾𝟹𝟾𝟶

cw: childhood friends!au, roommate!au

tags: unrequited love, pining, toxic relationship (oc x shinsou), brief kaminari x reader, cunnilignus, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, fingering, size kink, loss of virginity, light virgin kink, creampie, squirting, angst with a happy ending

note: sorry if u like kaminari. i made him a huge douchebag in this. i swear i like him i just needed a character to be,,,,well, a douchebag.

— all your life you'd been by his side. you've loved him since you could remember. you've always been by his side so why did he give his heart away to everyone but you; the one who would treat it right?

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He fell in love too easily. You knew that your entire life. He’d give his heart away to anyone and everyone, fully and with everything he had. He loved with every fiber of his being. And it always ended in disaster. 

You couldn’t count how many nights you’d spent by his side rubbing his back as he cried because his girlfriend lied to him, comforting him as he hunched over a toilet after crying himself sick because his girlfriend cheated on him, or forcing him to eat because he got so depressed after she ignored him. 

It was an endless cycle. 

Yet you were always there to build him back up -- to pick up the pieces. 

Ever since the first girlfriend he had in Kindergarten that lasted for 2 days and ended in his tears up to the girl he dated in senior year of highschool who cheated on him with her ex...you were the one to fix him. 

Yes, Hitoshi Shinsou fell in love far too easily and way too hard.

The thought that kept you awake every night, however, was why couldn’t it be you? You were the one who took the best care of his heart -- being the one to piece it back together every time it was broken. He didn’t need to love anyone else. If he just loved you, he would never have to worry if he just gave his heart to you. 

But he never would. 

Because he didn’t love you like you loved him. 

You’d known him since you were babies -- your parents were friends in highschool and it went on well into adulthood. 

Naturally, the two of you grew close -- it was inevitable. Your crush on him developed in childhood -- you two got lost in the mall after you strayed away and he kept you safe and calm until you found your parents, his hand clasped tightly around yours as he let you cling to him. That was the first time you realized he made your cheeks feel warm and your tummy fluttery.

Your parents always joked that the two of you would fall in love and get married. It was nearly impossible for that idea not to be imprinted in your mind. 

Except, it was never an idea he entertained. 

Part of you felt foolish. You were a grown adult with a crush that you’d harbored since childhood -- pathetic, one-sided crush at that. 

The thing was, unlike Shinsou, you’d never dated before. It was never something you desired. Sure, you had confessions and love letters but you’d never once accepted them. You just couldn’t see yourself being with anyone but him.

Upon graduating, the two of you realized how terrible it was to be 18 trying to make it in the adult world. After a few years of fumbling and nearly getting kicked out by not making your rent payments on time, you decided that rooming together would be the best idea. 

It was a foolproof plan; you’d known each other for your whole lives so it wasn’t like you’d suddenly hate each other, you knew he was responsible with his money and you were too, and he was a quiet, chill guy so there wouldn’t be any obnoxious ruckus. 

What you didn’t think about, however, was him bringing girls home. 

“This is Aoi,” he introduced, motioning to the smiling girl beside him, “Aoi, this is _____...she’s my best friend.”

“And his roommate,” you added, holding your hand out politely.

“Oh you...live together?” you didn’t miss the distaste in her tone as she reached out to give you a weak handshake, pulling away as quickly as she could. She immediately wrapped her arms around his and he leaned how to press a kiss to the top of her head. 

Ouch. That made your heart hurt. 

Of course, it was nothing new. This was something you’d been through time and time again. 

What you hadn’t accounted for, was her dislike of you. Naturally, his past girlfriends hadn’t always been fond of you -- after all, you were a big part of their boyfriend’s life. And jealousy was a fickle disease. 

But Aoi’s dislike bordered on hatred and disgust over you. Every chance she got, she was pulling Shinsou away from you with some thinly veiled excuse. It seemed your best friend was none the wiser as well. 

You couldn’t blame him -- he was in love. Unfortunately. 

Aoi’s glares were ice cold, often sending shivers down your spine when she set it upon you. It was uncomfortable to say the least. She was at your place often enough for you to take up the art of avoiding her.

That is until one day when things seemed to come to a head for her. You weren’t sure what  you did but you found yourself cornered in the kitchen one evening while Shinsou was taking a shower -- leaving just the two of you alone. 

“Listen to me,” Aoi spat, arms crossed over her chest, making her look petulant, “You need to back off of Toshi.”

“Uhh...what?” you grunted, looking up from the glass of chocolate milk you were pouring.

“Stay away from him!” she spat.

“We literally live together,” you rolled your eyes, capping the pint of milk, “I can’t stay away from him.”

“You know what I mean,” she hissed, clearly pissed off by your sarcasm. She marched up to you, grabbing your upper arm in a vice grip, her acrylic nails pinching your skin, “I see the way you look at him. I know that look in your eye. You love him.”

Your mind blanked, mouth opening but failing to produce any words. She smirked smugly, stepping back and crossing her arms again.

“I…” your brows came together as you shook your head, finally putting the milk away.

“I knew it,” she huffed, “You can’t take him from me. Toshi is mine so you better remember that. You have no idea what I can do to you.”

With that parting threat, she stormed out of the kitchen back to Shinsou’s bedroom. You felt tears sting your eyes, feeling utterly humiliated by her. 

Another thing about Hitoshi Shinsou is he’s terribly dense sometimes. You had no idea how he managed to miss the horrifying tension between you and Aoi. But he somehow did. 

The three of you sat in the living room -- the two of them cuddled on the couch while you curled up under a throw blanket with your phone open to Twitter on the loveseat. They were watching some movie Aoi picked out that you knew Shinsou hated, but he watched it anyway. The thought made you bitter.

You’d never make him watch movies he hated. That’s just selfish. 

You let out a sigh, catching your best friend’s attention immediately.

“What is it, darlin’?” he asked, the usual pet name he used for you making your stomach flutter. Aoi’s eyes narrowed in distaste at it but he paid her no mind.

“Oh, I’ve just got a bit of a headache,” you mumbled, locking your phone to look over at him.

He frowned, concerned, pulling his arm from around his girlfriend’s shoulders. She whined at the loss, attempting to pull him back but he paid her no mind.

He disappeared from the living room to the kitchen. You could hear the refrigerator open before he began shuffling around the cabinets.

“You’re not slick,” Aoi hissed, keeping her voice low, “Why don’t you just go away. Don’t you think he’d prefer to be alone with his girlfriend? You’re just a third wheel.”

You didn’t get to reply before Shinsou returned, holding a glass of your chocolate milk and a couple pills. He smiled, handing everything to you before taking a seat with Aoi again. She immediately clung to him with a whine.

“Thank you Toshi,” you smiled, popping the pills in your mouth before taking a quick gulp of the milk. 

“Anytime, darlin’” he smiled, turning his attention back to the movie he hated. 

Part of you felt prideful that he was willing to pull himself away from his girlfriend to take care of you. She clearly saw you as competition and you couldn’t deny the giddy feeling it gave you when you proved to her that you meant something to Shinsou. 

You noticed very quickly when Shinsou stopped calling you by his nickname. It baffled you and you didn’t hesitate to bring it up to him.

“Ah, Aoi mentioned she doesn’t like it when I call other girls pet names,” he rubbed the back of his neck in that familiarly anxious way of him. He was avoiding your gaze, further ticking you off.

“I’m not other girls, Hitoshi,” he visibly cringed at hearing his full name, “I’m your best friend. You’ve always called me that.”

He sighed, biting his lip, clearly torn, “Sorry _____,” you frowned at the sound of your name. It seemed so foreign hearing it where he’d usually call you ‘darlin’’, “She is my girlfriend and it’d be shitty of me to neglect her wishes. I want this to work, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, arms crossing over your chest, “This is stupid Hitoshi.”

He sighed, clearly growing annoyed as well, “Look, you’re just my friend, alright? So back off.”

Your jaw fell open at those words, tears already starting to sting at your eyes, “Just your friend? That’s low, Hitoshi. I am not just your friend and you know it.”

He groaned, running a hand through his already messy hair, “You’re starting to sound jealous and clingy, _____. It’s not a good look.”

Feeling that the tears were going to spill any moment, you shook your head and stormed past him, “Screw you Shinsou.”

You slammed your bedroom door, missing the sight of him burying his face in his hands. Hearing you address him by his last name was even worse than hearing his first. 

Things remained tense between the two of you for a week. You had really been hurt by his words. You always thought you meant a lot to him -- that you’d never be the person who was pushed aside for a relationship. You never thought Shinsou would do that. 

As a result, you made no effort to even speak to him. Sometimes you’d pass him while he sat on the couch, Aoi snuggled up to him. Whenever you made eye contact with you, she held this smug, superior look that made you want to clock her. 

You’d never hated a girlfriend of his more.

Finally, Shinsou gave in. He couldn’t stand not having you to talk to. There was this heavy feeling lingering on his shoulders every time he thought about the cold way you called him by his last name. He never wanted to be addressed like that by you. 

There were a series of knocks on your door and you paused, debating on ignoring him. He knocked again when you took too long to answer.

“Come in,” you groaned, putting your laptop aside to give him your attention.

“Hey,” he smiled half-heartedly as he slipped into your room, closing the door behind him. 

“What do you want?” you asked, no bite in your voice.

He sighed, taking a seat beside you on the bed, “I want to apologize for what I said. I know that hurt your feelings so I’m sorry.”

You were quiet for a moment before you sat up straighter, “Hitoshi...I don’t want you to become a different person because of a girl.”

“What do you mean?” he frowned. 

You sighed, “I think she’s a bad influence on you, Toshi.”

He softened briefly at your use of his nickname but it was quickly replaced by a cold stare that sent shivers down your spine, “A-A bad influence? I’m not a kid, _____.”

You frowned, “You don’t have to be a kid to be negatively influenced by another person's toxicity, Hitoshi.”

“You think she’s toxic?” he scoffed, standing up, “You don’t even know her. You’ve barely even spoken to her.”

“Well the bit that I have spoken to her was not pleasant,” you spat, moving to sit at the edge of the bed with your feet on the floor, “I don’t think she’s good for you.”

“What are you, my mother now?” he growled, spinning around to glare at you, “Maybe I was wrong...maybe you are just jealous.”

“How am I acting jealous?” you cried, growing frustrated, “Caring about your wellbeing is jealousy now?”

“Oh get off it,” he groaned, “What’s she done then, huh? Tell me.”

You paused, remembering her threat. But you were so pissed off you couldn’t keep it in anymore, “She’s threatened me to stay away from you. She’s so insecure about our friendship she threatened me over it! Said you were hers and I better remember that. She’s crazy!”

“She didn’t say that,” he argued, eyes narrowed maliciously, “You’re just making shit up to make her look bad now. That’s really low, _____.”

“You asked me to tell you what she did and then you just don’t believe me?!” you screeched, tossing your hands up in exasperation.

“I thought you’d tell me the truth, not make up some pathetic lie!” he shouted, making you flinch. 

“Pathetic?” you breathed, shoulders sagging, “Is that what you think of me?”

He was quiet for a moment, jaw set. He seemed to be thinking his words carefully, which made his next even more painful, “Yeah. I do. This jealousy and lying of yours is pathetic. I get if you don’t like her but don’t make up shit about her,” he made way for the door, yanking it open, “Grow the fuck up, ______.”

You didn’t get a chance to reply before he was slamming your door shut. All at once, your emotions came crashing down and you buried your face in your pillow to silence your sobs. 

Your eyes fluttered open and you groaned, feeling your head pound. A glance out the window showed that it was nighttime. You had fallen asleep. 

You climbed out of bed to your desk to find your packet of headache pills. You let out a sigh of relief as you swallowed them down with the bottle of water sat on your nightstand. Flopping back into bed, you closed your eyes and attempted to relax your body. 

Just as it seemed that you were going to fall back asleep, there was a loud noise from past your door. You frowned, your eyes fluttering open in confusion. 

It came again and it took you a moment to realize what it was. A woman’s moan. 

“Toshi!” you heard her squeal, making you flinch.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you hissed, feeling those tears come burning their way back. 

“That feel good, baby? Let me hear you,” he growled and your hands flew up to cover your ears to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. 

This was low for Shinsou. Sure, he’d had sex with girlfriends before but he always made sure to keep it down for your sake. Now he was just doing it to dig at you. 

He wasn’t wrong about your jealousy but you knew he thought you were jealous over his attention being taken away. But that wasn’t the case at all. It was because you were in love with him. 

Now he was forcing you to listen to him fuck the girlfriend you literally had a fight over. This wasn’t like Shinsou at all. 

She really was just a terrible influence on him but he was too in love to see it. She was making him into a different person and you hated it. It was happening so quickly. 

As you laid in bed, tears wetting your bed as you hid your head under your pillow, you couldn’t help but think.

The stupid fool really fell in love way too easily. 

Things went from bad to worse astonishingly fast. Aoi was over more often than she had been before. The snotty comments and humiliating words from her every time you saw her and the cold, deadly glare Shinsou set on you whenever you came anywhere near his girlfriend was wearing on you. 

You were unhappy. It was an emotion you rarely ever felt around him -- Shinsou was always the one to pick you up, not put you down. It got to the point where he wouldn’t even respond to your greetings or questions, giving you the complete silent treatment. 

It hurt. 

To escape the suffocating negativity of your apartment, you picked up even more shifts at work. The video game shop became a place you found solace in. 

If Shinsou noticed your absence, he didn’t make it known to you. 

“Will that be all for you today?” you asked, plastering on a fake, customer service smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled, slapping down a few bills to cover the charge, “But I think I’d like to add your number to my receipt.”

You took a moment to look at him. He had blonde hair with a lightning bolt of black through it. He was dressed in black jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He was cute, you’d give him that.

“Is that the best you could come up with?” you asked, opening the register with a brow raised.

He giggled, making you smile despite yourself, “I was on a time crunch I didn’t want to miss my chance.”

“Who said you had a chance to begin with?” you asked, passing him his change, “3.14 is your change.”

“Well, I was hoping you’d give one to me,” he shrugged, stuffing the change into  his pocket before grabbing the bagged video game he’d purchased. 

You gazed at him for a moment. He was charismatic and cute. He liked video games just like you. And he’d be a great distraction.

“Sure, why not?” you mused, watching his eyes go wide.

“Wait really?” he gasped, a grin stretching across his face.

“Did you think I’d say no?” you asked. 

“U-Usually I get rejected so…” he shrugged, scratching the back of his head with a cute blush reaching his ears, “Anyway, when’s your shift end?”

“Um...closing time, so about 8:30,” you replied, glancing at the clock. 5 hours left. 

“Sweet, I’ll pick you up!” he grinned.

“I-I’ll have to change though!” you complained, making him pause and shake his head.

“Don’t worry about it!” with those parting words, he bolted out the door, the bell chiming to signal his departure. 

As he disappeared from view, you realized you didn’t even know his name. 

You would come to find he was Denki Kaminari; a college student majoring in graphic design. He had a friend named Katsuki Bakugou who was as loud as he was angry. Eijirou Kirishima was a kind, chill guy who mellowed out the explosive Bakugou well. Mina and Sato, two friends-turned-lovers, were a common source of laughter for the group. 

You were together for a little over a month and a half when he finally asked to meet your friends. Truth be told, the only person you could consider a friend would be Shinsou. You had acquaintances and those you hung real casually with but Shinsou was the only person you’d consider a friend.

Well, you weren’t sure if he could even be called that anymore. 

Eventually, you gave in and decided to bring Kaminari to your apartment. 

“Whoa, nice place,” he mumbled, looking around. 

“You think so? Thanks,” you smiled, leading him towards the living room, “Like I said...things are...tense between me and Hitoshi so…”

“Who’re you?” a familiar voice came from the entry of the hallway. 

Shinsou stood there, messy hair and tired eyed wearing basketball shorts and an oversized t-shirt. His eyes burned holes into Kaminari, who visibly shrunk beneath the heated glare. You took note of how Shinsou didn’t even look at you. 

That still hurt.

“I’m Denki Kaminari,” the blonde replied, approaching Shinsou to shake his hand, “I’m _____’s boyfriend!”

You didn’t miss the shift in Shinsou’s look, his eyebrows perking up ever so slightly. His gaze finally shifted to you before he scoffed from his nose, making you wince. 

“Alright,” Shinsou mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets before turning his back to the both of you, stalking back to his room with a slam of the door. 

Kaminari winced, “Boy, you weren’t kidding.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, motioning him to follow you, “Let’s head to my room. I don’t know if Aoi is here or not and I don’t care to find out.”

“I kinda wanna meet her too,” your boyfriend whispered, lowering his voice so it didn’t carry to Shinsou.

“No you don’t,” you chuckled, shutting your bedroom door once the two of you were safely inside. 

You sat beside him on the bed, reaching for your remote to click the TV on for background noise. He cuddled in beside you, commenting on how soft your bed was. 

“You smell really good,” he suddenly whispered, nosing at your neck. 

You blinked in surprise, moving your head so he could get a better angle, “Th-Thanks…”

He hummed as you shivered once he pressed a few soft kisses against your neck. It tickled a bit but also sent a strange tingle down your spine the more he kissed. Your heart hammered in your chest and you briefly wondered if Denki could hear it. 

He cupped your jaw, pulling you into a deep kiss. His tongue met your bottom lip, making you sigh against his lips. 

You barely noticed his hand crawling up your shirt until it snuck beneath the band of your bra. The unfamiliar feeling of someone cupping your breast had you pulled away, tugging on Kaminari’s hand to pull him away. 

“W-We shouldn’t…” you whispered, unsure of how to reject him, “W-With Shinsou the way he is…”

Kaminari looked skeptical for a second before nodding his head, “Got it.”

And that was that. 

At least you thought until he began trying more and more. It became common for you to find his hand up your shirt. The feeling made you uneasy, making you realize you really weren’t ready to have sex. Kaminari was your first boyfriend and you weren’t willing to give everything up to him like that.

“Why do you always stop me?” Kaminari asked one day, voice soft and reassuring.

“I just…” you cleared your throat, biting your lip, “I don’t want to go that far yet.”

He was quiet for a moment before smiling and nodding his head, pulling you closer to him with a kiss to your forehead. Your body relaxed, thankful that he wasn’t angry with you like you had feared he would be. 

He began following your wishes, no longer attempting to go past kissing. You were thankful. 

Unfortunately, your bliss didn’t last long because next thing you knew, he was dumping you. Over text. 

You had just got home from work, your feet aching and dread pooling in your stomach at the idea of being home. You were so tired of being scared to come home, it was exhausting. Shinsou was sitting on the couch, eating something he’d made himself for dinner with his back to you. He didn’t even show any signs that he knew you were home. 

Lingering by the door, you pulled your phone out to check your notifications. 

One from Denki made your heart stop -- the preview text already displaying what you feared. Your fingers were trembling as you unlocked your phone to look at the message. 

As you read it, the words grew blurrier until tears began to drip onto your screen -- further obscuring the words there. 

A small whimper escaped your throat, despite the way you tried to choke down any sounds. You quickly scurried to get to your bedroom when a strong hand snagged your wrist. Wide eyed, you were spun around to find Shinsou wearing a frown and furrowed brows. 

“Why are you crying?” he asked, voice stern with concern. 

You shook your head, feeling pathetic. You didn’t like Kaminari that much. Truthfully, you were mostly dating him to get away from Shinsou. But the idea that you were dumped because you wouldn’t have sex was utterly humiliating. Your first real boyfriend dumped you because you wouldn’t put out. 

“You were right,” you sniffled, unable to hold back the sob that tore through your chest, “I am pathetic.”

He didn’t have the chance to even think of a reply before you were escaping his hold to hide away in your bedroom. You haphazardly stripped and changed into your softest set of clothes, deciding you were going to wallow in your own self pity for the night. 

Your humiliation overshadowed the fact Shinsou had shown you the first sign of care in weeks. He had reacted to your crying just as he always had and instinctively moved to comfort you. 

You could hear muffled voices from the hallway, one male and one female. The fact he brought her over after you just had a near meltdown in front of him irked you and only brought more tears forth. 

A sense of anger rushed over you -- you didn’t want her there. This was your house and you didn’t want her there while you were going through it. You had half a mind to go out there and kick her out, maybe Shinsou would let it slide since you were clearly having a tough time. 

What you didn’t expect were the shouts coming from them. You frowned and walked towards your door, cracking it open to listen to their shouting from the living room.

“You’re kicking me out?!” Aoi cried. 

“I’m not kicking you out,” Shinsou sighed, “You don’t live here. I’m just asking you to go home for the night, Aoi.”

“Why should I?” Aoi argued, “Because she’s upset? Who cares!”

“I care!” Shinsou snapped.

Aoi scoffed, “Oh yeah, since when? Last I checked you picked me over her!”

“I didn’t pick anyone over anyone,” Shinsou huffed.

“Really?” Aoi’s tone was dripping in sarcasm, “You haven’t paid her a second of attention since your little fight. I doubt you even noticed how she’s been working full-time instead of part-time. Why do you think that is? To get away from you! Not that I give a shit, but you have been treating her like dirt. So don’t even try and pretend you give a shit, I know you don’t. You only feel bad because she’s crying. Once she gets over it you’ll just come back to me in the end. So just let her sulk by herself, she’s a big girl.”

Shinsou was quiet after that. You were sure he wasn’t even going to respond but you continued to stand there and listen. The apartment was silent, you could even hear the ticking of the decorative clock Shinsou’s mother had given you both. 

“She was right, huh?” he finally whispered.

“Huh?” Aoi replied, clearly annoyed.

“I really did let you turn me into someone else,” he sighed, “God, I’m so stupid.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Hitoshi?” she snapped, growing impatient over the argument. 

“You should leave,” Shinsou said, voice strong once again, “You and I are done.”

“What?!” Aoi shrieked, stomping her foot, “You can’t dump me! Not for her!”

“Get out, Aoi,” Shinsou growled, yanking the front door open.

She scoffed, “Don’t come crawling back to me when you learn she isn’t worth it.”

The slam of the door signalled the end. Silence ensued and you slipped back into your room, letting your door shut silently. 

Just as you expected, there were a few soft knocks on your door. You didn’t reply but he opened up anyway, peeking in to find you sitting on the bed with your head hung.

“I assume you heard all that,” he said, cupping the back of his neck nervously. 

“Yeah, kind of hard to miss,” you mumbled, feeling awkward about sharing this moment with him.

You didn’t look up when he sat down beside you. With a sudden tug, you found yourself wrapped up in a sweet embrace. 

“Why were you crying? Did something happen with that Kaminari dude? Did he hurt you?” his concern brought forth a new flood of tears that you let go. 

“He dumped me,” you whined, clinging to the front of his shirt.

“Why?” he asked, petting your hair softly.

You scoffed, shame building up inside you, “Because I didn’t want to have sex with him.”

Immediately he pushed you back by your shoulders to look at your face, “He dumped you ‘cause you wouldn’t fuck him?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze, “He said he had needs and he wasn’t willing to wait for me to put out.”

“Jesus,” Shinsou scoffed, shaking his head, “What a prick,” he pulled you into his chest again with a sigh, “It’s good you didn’t sleep with him then. He wouldn’t have been worth it.”

“Yeah, I would have regretted it,” you nodded, “I’m not even sad he broke up with me. I just feel like shit that it was over sex. He was my first boyfriend and I got dumped because I wasn’t ready...that sort of feels shitty, you know?”

Shinsou nodded, resting his cheek atop your head, “I understand. It’s like a blow to your self-esteem, yeah?”

“Exactly,” you sniffled, your tears finally coming to a stop as he held you and let you talk, “I didn’t like him enough to sleep with him anyway. Even if I was ready.”

Shinsou chuckled, “Well, I’m glad you’re not heartbroken over it.”

You were quiet for a long moment before you pulled away from him, “How are you? I know you liked Aoi.”

Shinsou frowned, looking at his hands in his lap before shrugging, “I actually don’t really feel anything.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised. Usually he would be in tears by now. But he was right, there wasn’t even an ounce of sadness in his eyes.

He nodded, “All I really cared about was you. I guess realizing what she really was wiped out anything I felt for her. Truthfully, it was probably going to be over soon anyway.”

“Why do you say that?” you asked.

“We just didn’t have good chemistry, I suppose. The sex was great but beyond that we didn’t really share any common interests,” he explained, leaning back on his hands with a sigh.

You cringed at the mention of sex -- remembering the night you sobbed as you were forced to listen to them go at it. Shinsou seemed to notice your discomfort, leaning up straight once more to take your hands in his. 

“I’m sorry, ______,” he breathed, making you look up at him, “I was such a fuckin’ asshole to you. You didn’t deserve that and if you chose to never forgive me I would understand. But I promise I will never let a girl come first again. You’re my best friend, you’re the entire world to me and you will always be here when all the girls leave, I know that. No one can ever replace you.”

His words caused a flood of tears to flood down your cheeks again. You threw your arms around his shoulders, tugging him into a desperate hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist, fisting the back of your shirt with his face buried in your neck. 

“I will always be here, Toshi,” you hiccuped, “I really will. It doesn’t matter if you choose the next 50 girls over me, I would never let you go. I would rather live with you ignoring me and making me cry over not having you at all.”

He sighed, tears of his own falling from his eyes and wetting your skin but you didn’t mind, “I would never ask that of you.”

“You don’t have to,” you whispered, voice trembling. You couldn’t stop the next words from coming, you didn’t even try, “That’s how strong my love is for you, Toshi. I would do anything for your happiness. I’ll let you cry on my shoulder when girl after girl breaks your heart, even though it hurts so damn much because I know I would never, ever let you down like that. I’ll sit with you in the living room while another girl is wrapped in your arms, desperately wishing it was me, because you want me and her to be friends. You don’t even know it but you have every bit of me,” your voice broke as you let out a sob, taking a stuttering breath before continuing, “I never dated because I only ever loved you. You’re the only one I ever want to love. I don’t even care if you don’t feel the same, Toshi, I just needed you to know...I have loved you since we were kids. Whenever your mom joked that we would get married, I used to go to sleep hoping it would come true one day. You’re it for me, you know?”

Shinsou was still, every muscle in his body tense against you. You remained relaxed, relishing in being held in his arms even though it very well may be the last time you would ever experience it. His tears had stopped and you could feel his hands trembling against your back from where he was still holding your shirt in tight fists. 

Finally, slowly, he pulled away. You avoided his gaze, scared of what you may find there. With trembling fingers, he lifted your chin until you were finally forced to meet his gaze.

“______…” he whispered, your voice like honey on his lips, “Is that true? Since we were kids?”

You chuckled through your still falling tears, “Remember that time at the summer festival when I wandered off and you had to chase me? And I got scared because I couldn’t find our parents? When you let me hold onto you and you kept reassuring me that everything was okay…” you shrugged, your voice cracking as you uttered, “I knew I loved you then. And I love you to this day.”

His wide eyes were glassy as he stared at you, mouth agape in his shock. It was so much for him to take in. 

Before you knew what was happening, he was leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Your vision went white for a second in shock at the feeling. 

His lips were soft and as you began to kiss back, you tasted coffee on his lips. Typical of Shinsou, it was late at night and he was still drinking coffee. The thought made you smile and you wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He cupped the back of your head, a soft sigh escaping him as he moved his lips expertly until you were breathless.

After a long moment, he pulled away. The both of you were panting, eyes lidded as you processed what just happened.

“Toshi…” you whispered, feeling euphoric after kissing him, “I don’t understand.”

He shook his head, cupping your cheek, “All you need to know...is that I love you too.”

You gaped at those words coming from his lips. Surging forward, you pressed your lips against his again. He smiled into the kiss, leaning further against you until you were forced to lay back against the mattress. His body was hovering above yours, held up by his elbows on either side of your head.

He wasted no time in touching your body, years of desperation finally culminating into this one moment. His hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing the hem up to expose the soft skin of your belly.  He paused at your ribs, unsure if you were okay with him going any further. But when you gripped his wrist and urged his hand up to cup your breast, he threw away those inhibitions. 

Thumbing your sensitive nipple, you keened as they hardened beneath his touch. He leaned down a bit more to press his lips against yours. 

You lost yourself against his lips, whimpering and grinding against nothing. Just the fact the man you’d loved for so long was there touching you after years of craving it had your panties soaked. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, breaking from the kiss to kiss down your body. 

You trembled beneath him, watching him with rapt attention as he kissed the exposed skin of your stomach and ribs. Sighing, you let him push your shirt over your head to discard off the side of the bed. He leaned forward, enveloping one of the pert buds in his hot mouth, tonguing at it until you were whining and begging him to give attention to the other one. He did so eagerly, providing a stimulating suck before finally pulling away. His lips were swollen and his cheeks were flushed, the very fact you made him that way was dizzying. 

“Wanna taste that perfect cunt too, baby,” he growled, voice losing the soft, sweetness it once held. 

“O-Okay,” you agreed easily, raising your hips so he could tug the last remaining articles off of your body. 

The second you were bare, his hands were pinning your thighs open. His eyes examined every inch of your pussy -- taking in the juices dripping from your clenching hole. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart, “so pretty too, god. Look at you...you’re perfect. Bet you’re so sweet…”

“Please Toshi…” you whimper, reaching down to tangle your fingers into his hair.

His eyes fluttered at the feeling, allowing you to pull him to your pussy where he eagerly ran his tongue flat between your spread folds. You gasped, eyes slamming shut as he paused to wrap his lips around your clit for just a split second. The teasing touch was addictive and you suddenly wanted more. 

Shinsou understood what it is you wanted and quickly dove back in for more. Circling his tongue around your clit, your back arched. You wanted to close your thighs against the stimulation but his strong hands kept your legs pinned open. 

He swirled his tongue quickly, moaning before enveloping the bud in his hot mouth. You tugged his hair, crying out his name as you felt a high approaching rapidly. He looked so good between your thighs, eating your cunt like you’d dreamed of for ages. 

Suddenly, he pulled away, licking his lips before sitting up.

“Fuck, tell me babygirl,” he breathed, “You gonna let me fuck this pretty cunt?” you nodded, reaching to push his shit up but he stopped you, looking you in the eyes, “Use your words. Tell me.”

“Yes, please fuck me Shinsou!” you begged.

He grinned, pressing a kiss against your lips before stripping himself of his clothes. 

You almost gasped at the sight of his cock. He was big; long and thick. Subconsciously, you clenched your thighs together in anticipation. 

“You ready?” he asked, scooting to sit between your spread legs. 

You tensed up as he prodded your entrance with the fat head of his cock. He realized how tense you were and ran his hand along your thigh to soothe you, “You good? You can back out anytime, darlin’.”

You swallowed thickly, feeling your cheeks heat up as you looked at him through your lashes, “I-It’s just...go slow?”

He frowned, brows drawn together before he backed away from you a bit, “Is this your first time, sweetheart?”

Licking your lips, you hesitated before nodding. Shinsou sighed, hanging his head to rest against your collarbone. You frowned, “I-Is that bad?” you asked. 

Truth was, you never wanted anyone but him. You never had a desire to have sex with anyone but him. You knew he was the one person you’d never regret being with. 

“No!” he sat up, eyes wide before wrapping his hand around the nape of his neck nervously, “I just wish you would have told me sooner...that was almost bad.”

“Why?” you asked,making him chuckle. He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Well…” clearing his throat, he looked off to the side bashfully, “My dick’s not exactly the smallest around and since you’re a virgin you could do with...a lot more preparation, you know?”

Your cheeks were ablaze from the bluntness of his words. He didn’t waste another second in bringing his hand to your still wet pussy. 

He sighed, a smile lingering on his lips as he worked his middle finger into your tight hole. Humming, he bit his lip as he slipped his ring finger alongside it. You sighed, eyes fluttering at the mild stretch that came along with it. 

“Feel okay?” he asked softly, working the two fingers in and out of your hole. 

You nodded, “Feels good,” you breathed. 

Your eyes fell closed as he crooked his fingers upwards to touch that sweet spot on top. Your hips jumped at the sensation, ripping a moan from your swollen lips. He smirked, burying the digits deep, licking his lips at the way your juices gushed out from around them. 

With his other hand, he found your clit, circling the bud with his thumb as he worked his index finger into the mix. The added stimulation to your clit made your wall clench tightly and he grunted, imagining what it would feel like around his cock. 

“Please Toshi,” you begged, “I want you already.”

“Thank you’re ready?” he asked, although he already knew the answer. 

And he was right when you whimpered out a pathetic little, “Yes!”

He resumed the position from earlier, his tip pressed against your entrance. It was opened a bit from his three fingers but he knew it was still going to be a tight fit. 

He took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as he began to sink into your cunt. You whimpered as your walls stretched around him, squeezing his hand. He bottomed out quickly, stilling to let you adjust to being stuffed so full of his thick cock. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“N-No…” you mumbled, “Just...feels weird.”

He chuckled, kissing your lips again. He could feel you squeezing around him, your cunt unused to having such a big cock inside. The fact he was your first, the one taking your virginity -- tainting your pure body was turning him on more than he ever thought it would. 

He couldn’t even lie and say he’d never taken a cherry before but with you it was different. He felt a sense of pride and possessiveness wash over him; you were his completely. You had given him your heart and your body. 

Burying his face in your neck, he pressed kisses against the sweet spot he easily found there. Grinding his hips against yours, he stirred your insides with his thick length until you were arching your hips to get more of the addictive pleasure only he could bring you. 

He pulled out halfway, slowly sinking his cock back inside with a groan.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, eyes glued to where your cunt was stretched around him, “Taking me so well, look at that.”

“Feels so good,” you whimpered, clutching the sheets beneath you in your fists.

“Yeah?” he grinned, pulling out so the tip remained only to surge forward and sink his cock into you in one long thrust. Immediately, your back arched and you let out an erotic moan that had his cock throbbing against your walls, “Fuck, my cocks almost too much for you but you’re bein’ such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Taking what I give you...fuck…”

His praise and dirty words went straight to your core. He set a steady pace, making sure to angle his hips up so he could hit your g-spot. The pleasure had your eyes rolling back and you cried out his name every so often, making his heart race. 

“Sound so pretty sayin’ my name…” he groaned, cupping your breasts in his hands as he fucked you, “Pussy’s so tight and wet...I can feel you dripping, you know that? Who would have thought such a pretty cunt could get so messy. But you only get this messy for me, right darlin’?”

“Only you!” you babbled, wrapping your arms around his neck to press your lips against his. He moaned into your mouth, reaching between your bodies to circle your clit, “Fuck! Toshi, y-you’re gonna make me cum!”

“Fuck,” he groaned, “Do it then, sweetheart. Go on, cum on my fucking cock.”

A few more thrusts and circles over your swollen bud had you falling over the edge. Your body trembled and arched beneath him, cunt spasming around him as he worked you dutifully through your orgasm. 

Once you came down, he pulled his hand from your clit and pulled out. You were panting, body limp and relaxed as you let him move you onto your hands and knees. Keeping your face buried in the pillow, you allowed him to maneuver you into the proper position. 

He pressed his hand down on the small of your back, “Arch your back for me, good girl.”

“Th-This is embarrassing, Toshi…” you whispered into the pillow. 

He hummed, gripping his cock to direct himself back into the sweet vice of your cunt, “No reason to be embarrassed, kitten. It’s just me...you can trust me.”

“I-I know...but still…” you whimpered, eyes fluttering as he sunk his cock deep inside. The position allowed him to reach a new depth. 

“Do you want to stop?” he asked softly, running his hand along your spin. 

You hesitated for a second, focusing on the pleasurable sensation of being filled so completely before shaking your head. He grinned, leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade, “Good girl.”

The praise went to your head and you suddenly had a desire to receive more. You wanted to be good for him -- be his good girl. 

You lifted your head from the pillow and cried out his name, fucking yourself back against his cock. He grinned, slapping your ass lighter than he usually would do it -- he wasn’t sure how you would take to it. When he felt you clench around him in response, he grinned. That was something worth looking into it seemed. 

“Toshi…” you whined, reaching back to grip at his hip.

He hummed, slowing ever so slightly, “What is it, kitten?”

“Please…” you whined, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment over what you desperately wanted to ask him.

“Please what?” he whispered, kissing your shoulder blade again, “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“C-Call me...y-your goog girl again…” you whispered, immediately burying your face in your pillow. 

He paused, eyes wide before another grin grew across his face. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you up until your back was pressed against his chest. You cried out, his cock stilling inside you as he pressed his lips against your ear.

“You like being praised huh?” he asked, chuckling when you nodded, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder. He enjoyed the fucked out look on your face, “Like being my good girl, hm? Such a pretty, sweet girl for me…”

You whimpered, walls clenching around his still cock, “I-I love you Toshi…”

He hummed, reaching down to find your clit. Circling over the bud, you keened, eyes fluttering as your cunt clenched tight around him, “I know you do, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, your walls squeezed, clamping down tight. He groaned, cursing under his breath as he felt your body seize up in your orgasm, trembling and gushing around his cock. He pressed his lips against your shoulder, looking down to where his length was buried completely inside. 

You began to rock yourself along his cock, your orgasm flying to new heights as he never stopped playing with your sensitive bud. 

Suddenly, he watched with wide eyes as your cum squirted out, soaking the bed and your thighs. 

“Shit,” he growled, providing a few quick slaps against your clit, making you squirt just a few more times, “What a good fucking girl you are. Look at the mess you made. You’re so perfect, I love you so much.”

Those words had you clenching once again. That finally sent him over the edge himself. He rocked into you, holding you tight against him. His cock throbbed, spitting hot cum into your sensitive cunt. 

He cupped your breasts, groaning in the throes of his orgasm as he pressed kisses against your shoulder, neck, and cheek. 

When he finally came down, he gently laid you on the bed, pulling his cock out. His cum gushed from your hole without his length to stop it. You cringed, the feeling unpleasant to say the least. 

He got out of bed to go to the bathroom intending to get a cloth to clean you with. 

When he was gone, you found yourself thinking about what just happened. One particular thought was on your mind and when he returned, you didn’t hesitate to voice it.

“W-We didn’t use a condom…” you mumbled. 

He hummed, “Were we supposed to? I thought you were on birth control.”

“I am...it’s just…” you frowned, clearing your throat as you watched him wiped your thighs and sensitive folds free of your mixed cum.

“What?” he sat beside you, fixing you with a steady gaze, urging you to confess your thoughts to him. 

“You were just...dating, you know...Aoi and…” you sighed, averting your gaze from him, “Other girls before.”

He chuckled, laying beside you, “What, you’re concerned I have something?”

“Well no...not necessarily…” you frowned as he cupped your cheek, making you look at him.

“If you must know…” he shrugged before continuing, “I always used a condom with them.”

“Really?” he nodded at your question, “Then...why with me?”

“Because you’re you,” he smiled, kissing your lips, pulling you to lay against his chest, “You’re the one for me, kitten. That’s all you need to worry about.”

Yes, Hitoshi Shinsou fell in love easily. But he never gave those girls his heart. He cried because he thought he could never have you. The truth was, you had always owned his heart. It had always been in your hands. 

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