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This body type ✨️

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There’s something so delicious about Shane who’s a little older. He mentions how he was a varsity athlete back in his younger days, so he’s decently built, but now there’s a layer of soft pudge over the muscle. He’s still pretty strong, but he’s got a bit of a tummy, soft for grabbing or kissing, and a happy trail of dark hair leading down to his thick cock. It’s a good, average length, and fairly girthy, with a fat, pink, pretty tip that makes your eyes roll back when it pushes inside you. Any concerns he’s ever had about if he’s big enough evaporate the second he sees you whimper and fall apart as you take him for the first time.

If you’re not particularly experienced or if you’re tight, it gets him off like nothing else when he has to gently coach you through it in gentle whispers, rough and husky with lust as he rests a large hand on your hip and tells you you’re doing so well, taking him so nice… so good for him, just breathe nice and deep. He’ll help you, it’ll fit. Just nice and slow…. You’re so good for him. You look so fucking good taking his cock. So fucking good for him.

Maybe Shane used to be insecure about having a dad bod, or about the age difference if you’re a few years younger, but you look at him like he’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, like you’re drinking in every inch of him and can’t get enough. It makes his head spin that you actually find him hot and that he gets to give you so much pleasure.

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her angel wings surround my heartbeat NSFW

description; This wasn’t supposed to happen, March reminded himself. But when he’s head first in the farmer’s thighs, he can’t help but feel like he’s tending to an angel.

notes; Y'all ain't gon' believe this. I posted this fic to AO3 like an hour a go but I got side-tracked by ordering Indian food and as I patiently wait for my butter chicken and naan I shall feed you that NSFW fic featuring March 😌 Also, I tried to do like a...dual story telling but please lemme know if it needs some reworking to become more coherent.

word count; 1,363

warnings; this is NSFW! Minors Do Not Interact. Also some self-hatred and religious imagery so if you do not chill with that then don't read this

He’s an idiot. He has no one to blame but himself. When the farmer confessed her feelings for him, he scoffed and told her to buzz off. He told her so despite the thunderous beating in his chest, like a caged animal trying to break free of its confinement. Despite the fact that he wanted her so damn badly, March has always been a coward when it came to love.

He just couldn’t imagine someone as successful and so widely loved as her being interested in such a train wreck as he is. So he turned her away. He stood there like a dumbass, watching the hurt and pining cross over her eyes as she turned away with a sad smile.

“I see. I just thought I should let you know, because I would regret not telling you when I had the chance.”

She knew he was a liar. She knew, and he knew. And they both knew that he’d come to regret not telling her then, too.

He clutched his fists at his side as she walked out of the blacksmiths. Not because she angered him—no, not at all. Because he was foolish enough to have denied a deity.

The farmer whimpers and pulls on his fiery red locks, pulling him impossibly further into her folds, and he fights the urge to moan against her. She ground against March’s mouth, and he instantly loses his fight against being quiet, moaning before smacking her ass to silently convince her to stay still. The sound reverberated in the overly quiet, moonlit farmhouse. She gasped and covered her mouth to remain quiet, staring at him with wide eyes. March felt a warm twist in his abdomen. Guilt. Knowing that he doesn’t deserve the way she looks at him, a gaze with so much desire it could burn a hole in his skin. He sometimes felt sick, knowing that she could do better.

She wouldn’t stop by the blacksmith’s often after that. He thought the distance was for the better. Even though her absence gnawed away at his heart.

When he was able to catch Mistria’s farmer out and about—as by then he found himself seeking her—he only managed to make himself more plaintive. And by Gods, did it piss March off.

He hated that she could still force a smile. Hated that she would still glance longingly at his back, only to look away when he would return the glance. She was still the kind, sweet girl that the town came to know. She was so lively when talking to others. But the moment her eyes landed on the prized blacksmith, her façade collapsed like a poorly constructed house of cards. She talked meekly and flatly to him, and he could tell that she was fighting her urge to love him—or smack him. He couldn’t tell. He hated that she still cared about him. When they talked, her pretty eyes watered, and her frown was laced with pity.

He would spend late nights obsessively thinking about her. Her lovely eyes, her cute laugh. He would remind himself how severely he ached for her while he relieved himself, emptying himself on his lonely, calloused hand. He hated himself most of all for pushing her away and for pleasing himself in the dark to the thought of her. He felt like such a perverted loser.

He knew he was overstimulating her. She just about screamed when March slid two of his fingers inside her, her plot to cover her mouth to stay quiet notwithstanding. She trembled as he curled them against her walls, his lips still firmly attached to her clit. The journey to please such an angel was March’s personal pilgrimage, hopefully ending with her in bliss and clarity. He took his time to appreciate everything about his lover, as he needed to remind himself that she's real and his. He tried to contain himself even when his free hand snaked down to his trousers to palm his erection, grinding against it feebly. He’s positive that she could feel his stuttering breath against her pussy.

March didn't remember all the details of the night he confronted her. All he knew was that the belle looked incredible in her evening dress at one of Mistria’s many events at the manor, and she was talking to some guy—clearly not from Mistria. What March does remember well was the intense jealousy that slammed into his chest as he watched her flash her charming smile to the unknown man. And the pure ire that made his blood pump hot by watching him get handsy with her while she tried to politely tell him to back off.

March walked towards them, already fuming. Gently pulling her closer to his side by her waist and firmly removing the man’s hand off of her. He said nothing to him as he glared daggers into him and silently whisked her way, ignoring the man’s pathetic attempts to retrieve her.

She pulled her hand away from her mouth, a strand of spit following it, and cried his name out loudly. He knew that she was close and that his crusade was coming to an end. He maintained his bestial pace, finger-fucking her until he was positive she was seeing stars, and continued to desperately lick at her clit, slobbering like a dog that hadn’t eaten in days.

When she finally snapped and released herself on his face with a moan, he whined against her, bringing his grinding to a stop. He couldn’t bring himself to cum when he worshiped her. March has already done so many selfish things in his life that when his tongue lapped at her cunt, he could almost feel the sins on his shoulders flake off like the embers off of charred wood. He's yearning for her to know that he needs her, to the point that he's eager for her to use his body for her own pleasure. She deserves it, after all of the bullshit he’s drug her through.

His first mistake in this confession was pulling her to a secluded corner of the manor, one where the moon perfectly cast its light on her smooth skin and made her jewelry glow around her face, framing it like a halo. Her beauty terrified him and made him stumble over his words. He explained himself poorly to her, talking himself into a circle when trying to explain the way she made him feel. He felt like an idiot for the way his legs trembled. Who could blame him when the person he was talking to was a goddess in his eyes?

Before he lost the courage to say this for the second time, he blurted, “I'm in love with you. And I'm sorry I'm such an asshole.”

The way that her breath hitched as she parted her puffy lips was enough to make his heart explode. He selfishly pulled her into his chest and kissed her. Hard. He was expecting her to push him off, to strike him, to tell him off for being a jerk to her, and to say that it was too late for him to confess. The last thing he expected after he pulled away from her was for her to quietly lock the door behind him and pull him closer for a much more passionate kiss.

She jolts as he runs his tongue up and down her weeping slit, making sure that all of her heavenly essence makes it into his mouth. With one last kiss to her sex, he quickly marks the insides of her thighs, kissing them gently as if to apologize for making her his own. She sighs again as March kisses up her navel, stopping to nip at her neck. He sheepishly grins against her warm skin when she giggles after he playfully licks her ear. The sound of her laughter was almost as if the gateway to somewhere more holy than this plane of existence opened itself up to him. She cradles his flushed face, blessing him with a tender kiss—one that rids him of transgressions.

“I love you, March.”

“I love you, too.”

Can you tell that this is very Take Me to Church by Hozier-coded? Didn’t mean for that to happen but when you take body worship as a basis for your fic its bound to happen lmao. Anywoozies criticism is very welcome since idk if this is even a solid fic. As always, thank you for reading 🌺💗

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shane drawing i did a while ago but never posted cuz i was embarrassed lol figured i might as well post tho cuz i might not have too much to post for a while as school is starting back up for me and i have a really.. busy schedule ahead of me.. i may start posting some oc stuff if i make enough of it for classes though. or figure stuff

N e ways.. love him serious

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i will come back

pairing: sdv elliot x reader

synopsis: elliot comes back from his book tour one week early, and it's safe to say you've missed each other... a lot ♡

warnings: 18+ smut (minors dni). body worship / praise kink, pwp, reader is described as having a vagina, oral sex (reader receiving); penetrative sex. no protection / contraceptive described. not proof-read !!

word count: 1.4k

Elliot has been on a book tour for more than a season now. Although you are proud of your husband, his absence has made time stand still. It feels like the valley is holding its breath, waiting for his return.

Loneliness permeates every corner of your home. Without a partner holding you together after long days on the farm, you feel yourself falling apart. You wear nothing but a white cotton t-shirt of his, hugging you loosely— not as tight as he would, but the aquatic scent that lingers on the garment is a soothing comfort.

Your fingers trace the pages of his latest masterpiece. The words etched upon them testify to his literary brilliance and the romanticism that consumes him.

As enthralling as Elliot’s writing is, it's not the same as your husband being with you.

You miss him.

You miss holding him in your arms; laughing with him about some meaningless inside joke; kissing his soft lips to shut him up.

Just as swiftly as a whisper in the wind, the front door swings open; Elliot appears in the doorway, framed by the fading light of dusk.

“My love, I’m home—”

You rush into his arms before he can finish his sentence, dropping the novel on the floor as you hold Elliot tightly as if afraid he might disappear once more.

“But you… you said you wouldn’t be home until next week?” you whisper, looking up at him through misty eyes.

“The tour ended earlier than you expected, your love,” Elliot squeezes you just as tight, nuzzling into your neck. “I didn’t want to waste a moment longer being away from you.”

With a gentle touch, you place both your hands on the sides of his face, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Did you miss me?" you already know the answer, but need to hear him say it.

Elliot nods, and you can tell he wants to kiss you— the way he keeps trying to bring his lips to yours; the way his eyes flicker to your lips as you speak.

“Say it,” you whisper, resisting the urge to kiss your lover for just a second longer. He can’t fight off a smile at your request; still, as always, Elliot obliges.

“As much as the sun misses the flowers in winter, dear. I adore you,” he trails kisses down your throat to punctuate his praise, “Like nobody has ever loved anyone before. I worship you and I am yours entirely and completely, my muse.”

You feel his hands in your hair, gently pulling your head back as he continues to murmur in incessant worship, his tone soft and intimate.

Desire spills down your spine as you arch against him and realise he’s hard, pressing himself into the juncture of your thigh. You bite your lip and reach out, burying your hands in his long auburn hair— it's just as soft as you remember. Elliot leans into your touch.

As his eyes flutter closed he presses his forehead against yours while his hands dance along the curve of your waist, fingertips tracing a path along your spine.

His fingertips always ignited goosebumps in their wake.

With his hands closed over your wrists, he glides his lips against yours, laying a feather-like touch along your sides, your ribs, and up your arms.

Elliot groans, the sound tinged with an inhuman growl, as his cold hand closes over your wrist. As he pins you to the front door to close it, you’re certain you’ve never been so aroused in your life. You whine, tugging at the grip he has on your wrists as his free hand slides under your shirt, icy fingers splayed wide on your stomach, and you instinctively arch back as Elliot’s slender fingers begin to dance mindlessly across your chest.

“Now it’s your turn to tell me something,” He whispers against your neck, his breath ragged and warm. “Tell me you want to fuck me.”

“Please.” The whimper that escapes your lips is desperate— you both have been for months. As you nibble against his lips he grins savagely into your mouth, your hands fumbling at his belt to wrap a hand around his shaft; Elliot gasps at the coolness of your touch as you draw your thumb over his tip.

You barely have time to protest as he pulls back, hooking his fingers into the collar of your shirt and tearing it apart like a page from a book. The t-shirt falls to the ground, exposing you to the chill of your farmhouse.

Elliot leans back to take in every inch of you, and you shiver under his gaze. He kneels before you, trailing light kisses down your sternum before pausing to look up at you, evergreen eyes gleaming.

“You’re fucking divine, my love.” His praise makes you squirm, a morphine-sweet tug that leaves you breathless. His soft kisses on your thigh cause you to buck your hips, as he whispers sweet nothings so quietly you’re almost convinced the words are unintentional.

“How I have missed this… Missed you,” Elliot's kisses wander further up your thighs, “So perfect for me, always so gorgeous... You look divine. Every inch of you looks like poetry in motion,” he continues, massaging your shaking thighs. “I’ve missed touching you like this— your warmth; your gorgeous sound; your perfect taste…”

Before you could beg for more, or hide away from the attention, you feel Elliot’s soft lips kiss your aching clit. You stood pressed against your oak door, kept there by Elliot’s hands possessively squeezing your hips.

“I want you to tell me when you feel like you’re going to come,” he says.

“Okay,” you say, your voice small as you shake with anticipation.

Elliot’s tongue laps up your wetness; his moans vibrate through your core. You feel his hands reach around to grab your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth. Elliot’s tongue urges you closer to orgasm as his fingers stroke over your folds; slowly pushing into you— just an inch at first, and then working deeper in smooth, blissful plunges. He adds a second finger and the sense of fullness is exquisite; Elliot’s thumb massages your sensitive clit in firm, delicious circles.

“Elliot, I— Please . . . I can’t— I-I’m gonna come," you moan, the words rushing out in broken gasps.

Just as suddenly, Elliot’s mouth freezes, leaving you trembling as you perch on the brink of release. He withdrew his touch; you whine at the loss.

“Already, pet?” Elliot smirks, placing another kiss on your sensitive heat before rising from his knees. “Well if you are, it should be on my cock, don’t you think?”

The question was entirely hypothetical, you realize, as Elliot picks you up. Shuddering with anticipation, you wrap your legs around him before he sets you down gently. As you sink into the soft plush of your bed, you wrap your arms around Elliot's neck, pulling him into a frenzied kiss.

“I need you, darling” he says hoarsely, eyes blown wide with lust, “I need you now.”

You reach down, freeing Elliot's erection and positioning his shaft towards your opening. It is almost dizzying to hear Elliot's slow, seductive moan as he enters you.

Ever the romantic, he had intended to take it slow, but after gazing into your eyes, seeing how they roll back in utter bliss, he can't resist slipping inside.

“Don’t stop,” you moan. “Please.”

“N-never… Oh, my—” he groans, his composure faltering.

As you move together, you grasp his shoulders and hold on tightly, feeling waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Elliot,” you whine, your body responding to his with increasing urgency. You feel like you're losing control, being carried away by the intensity of the moment; far sooner than you would have liked, with a moan that echoes through the house, you burst into ecstasy.

As he collapses on top of you, he holds you close. His lips brush against your temple as he whispers, "Lie down with me."

You comply, quickly burrowing under the duvet. As you drift off to sleep, you feel a sense of peace for the first time in over a season.

Unbeknownst to you, Elliot remains awake, gently stroking your hair as he watches over you. The last thing you hear before slipping into dreams is his voice, whispering gentle praise against your skin.

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no thoughts, just iwaizumi fucking you against your desk—you’re lying on top of your mounds of homework for uni, some papers crumpling from the movement, your computer in sleep mode from lack of use. your shorts and underwear decorate your ankle on the floor while your other leg is propped up on the chair, giving him that perfect angle to hit that sweet little spot that has you seeing stars and creaming all on him.

his hands grip your hips in a deliciously bruising hold as he fucks the stress out of you, whispering in your ear how you’re his smart girl who just works too damn hard. his smart girl who loves to go absolutely dumb from his fucking cock.

and when his smart girl is stressed… of course he’s gonna make you feel better.

“hajime—” your voice more of a breathy whine than a moan, “—fuck fuck—s’good, soo—ohh good.”

“yeah?” iwaizumi grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back to look at him. your eyes are glazed over in a beautiful, heady daze, reserved only for him. “am i fucking my princess dumb? can’t think about anything else?”

drool trickles down your chin as you babble out words you can barely articulate. “only you—fuck— oh my god… haji, ’m gonna—“

his hand comes down to your puffy little clit and rubs it just right for you to turn into a loud, whimpering mess. “c’mon—come for me, princess,” he groans, fucking you through it. he feels you clench around him, paired with a strangled, “‘m gonna make a mess! hajime!” before you finish—white clouding your vision. he groans as he nears his own finish, making sure you were finished with your own high before pulling out and jerking himself to come all over the swell of your ass.

and it’s been proven that every time he helps relieve your stress, you lock in and finish all your required assignments and get ahead on more. which, in turn, just means iwaizumi gets to tell you just how wonderful and smart his pretty girl is…

a/n: moving accounts ˋ°•*⁀➷ @oxytxn

enjoy my masterlist!

mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bedcchem 2024.

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꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ft. athletic trainer!hajime iwaizumi ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ content warnings: sfw/nsfw work, petnames used (angel, sweetheart, pretty, baby), praise, car sex teehee, female pronouns used. ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ a/n: RAAAGHHH, i swear im not ovulating!! inspired by this: nsfw link

Firm believer that Hajime Iwaizumi is a perfect man. Let me explain:

Hajime would do whatever you’d ask him to in a heartbeat, just use manners and your big eyes to rope him in. If you need him to carry bags or boxes? He’s in, let him use his muscles to do the heavy work, angel. What about picking up groceries you forgot? Send him the list and he’s got it, right down to the right brand so that his girl’s cravings are satiated. Oh, the time you rolled your ankle while trying to keep up with him on the morning run? He carried you on his back the rest of the way without a single complaint. 

That’s how whipped he would be.

Hell, he even wears his own promise ring around his left ring finger to shoo off women trying to flirt with him. Hajime is dedicated to the pretty lady who waits for him to return from his work. Though, he hopes to have a wedding ring of his own after he finds the right ring to propose to you. God, he’d love to have a small gemstone in his thick ring that reminds him of your eyes.

Hajime would find other ways to satiate you. 

If you needed him biblically after seeing him try on suits for a friend’s wedding, he’d oblige. The look in your eyes would be telling him to hurry up, pick the one you like and let’s get out of here. And he doesn’t need more than five minutes.

“Haj,” You plead, “Hurry..” 

God, he was going to lose his mind before he even kissed you. 

Hajime had parked behind some stores, somewhere secluded. He made sure the emergency break was on before reaching over and pushing your seat back. Without much thought of how elegant it was going to be, he climbed over the centre console and into the space before your seat. A little cramped, but better than driving another twenty minutes and barely making it into the front door. 

He took another quick glance around outside before leaning down for a hungry kiss. His teeth nipped your bottom lip, dragging the glossy skin out while you whined in protest. The ache between your legs almost hurt, hips bucking to meet his clumsily. That’s when he pulled away to strip the skirt you were wearing, alongside those turquoise panties, tossing them both onto the driver’s seat. 

Hajime groaned when he felt how warm and slick you were already, all from eye fucking him in the tailor and a little kissing. “Perfect, so perfect sweetheart.” He said softly before working you open on his fingers: one, then two fingers, three after a few minutes. Curling them with some light force was enough to make your toes curl and thighs clamp around his hips. 

Removing his fingers from your warmth, it felt like grief. Though, through kisses he promised to make the ache go away. He always does, especially when it brings tears to your eyes. Hajime undid his belt and buttons, sliding his cock past his boxers and taps the tip against your clit. Once, twice, then thrice. Your hips twitch, sensitive nerves haywiring your brain. So close to getting what you want, no, need.

Pushing in, Hajime drops his forehead to your shoulder. His right hand keeps him from crushing you, gripping the middle compartment. He starts off slow, testing the waters while observing your face. 

“How you feelin’, hm?” He starts, tone low but knowing. “Feel good, angel?” 

Oh god, he might kill you too. You nod and let your limbs relax, already feeling like jell-o. When he saw your little nod, he smirked softly and began to move his hips a little faster. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud in the cramped space, fog creeping up the windows. Small praises hit your ears, but did it sink in much? No, not when he was making you cream on him.

“Doin’ so well..” 

“C’mon pretty, take what you need..”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m all yours.”

Gentle words and never mean, that’s how Hajime was. It always hit the spot, well, other than his tip inside you. It wasn’t much longer with his tip hitting the little spot inside of you until you twitched, squeaked and wriggled around in the seat. White cream formed around the base of his cock, a medal of the sort from his meticulous work. 

With a rather deep thrust, it sent you over the edge. Your hands gripped his biceps tightly, nails paid by him digging into his skin. His lips found yours as he slowed down, your walls milking him for his worth. 

“Fuck, baby.” He laid his head on your shoulder before pulling out, reaching to open the middle console. Baby wipes saved a lot of time with clean up, calloused hands cleaning you gently, words cooed at you for being so good, so patient. 

Yeah, he’s a fucking dream.

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Eepy man zzzzzz…..

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thinking about chibs telford refer to himself as old man during sex.. 18+

fem!reader, mdni. cw. implied age gap. 'old man' in the dirty, dilfy way, not club way

the position he’s got you in is simple, quite comfortable really: laid flat on your stomach, side of your face resting on tightly crossed arms. a scrunched pillow sits under your stomach, acting as a prop of elevation for chibs.

he cages over you from behind, arms bent beside yours, lips ghosting the shell of your ear from the closeness. his slow and laboured rhythmic breathing matches the pace of his leisure fucking — the focus on depth and feel rather than the speed. every small, half wind of his hips produces the faintest of exhales from you both, your blissed sounds merging and muffling. 

every slight bump of his cock into your cunt moves you, the pair of you fluid in motion, moving like tiny waves against the bed. your ankles cross and lift as your knees bend, another point of elevation tightening your pussy’s hold on chibs.

“aye, wee lassie,” he murmurs at the new feel, muttering into the patch of skin behind your ear. “not gon’ last,” he adds between a couple pumps, pressing a needy littler of kisses to where he just spoke — beard skimming the sensitive spots along the back of your bare shoulder.

his pace quickens ever so slightly, barely noticeable really. but it’s as if he’s chasing the edge. his chest brushes up against your back with the subtle increase of speed, strands of his greying hair falling from the pushed back position and mixing with yours below.

“you gon’ come with your old man?” he asks, the question practically rhetorical — no need for a vocal answer. voice low and accent thick as he whispers directly into your ear. “aye?” he hums, waiting for acknowledgement and nipping at the lobe of your ear.

you muster a nod, the motion rather haste. a measly whine accompanies the action and your eyes flutter closed. with his hands planted just in your view, his fingers only a short couple inches away — you reach for his hand. and when he feels your touch, he’s lifting a palm to place atop the back of your hand, fingers lacing into yours. 

you clench around him intermittently, your breathing hitching and growing all the more strained with every rock of his cock. 

“yer right there, aren’t yer, lovie?” he muffles into your hair, his forehead resting on the side of your head — strength in his neck seeming to be lost.

“yeah,” you murmur, the whinge following the word is rather pathetic.

his grip tightens on your hand, knuckles whitening atop of yours. “then let go.”

⎯ ☆ ⎯

id actually give my last £7.42 to spend a night with this man. pls man you’re my fav scot PLS. fully prepared for no one to read this bc have never spoken about him on my page before

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cw: heavy angst

Prince!Gojo who spent his entire childhood sneaking down into the dungeon of his castle to hang out with you, a prisoner unfairly sentenced to life simply for being the child of someone who attempted to assassinate the king.

As the years passed, you and Gojo grew up, side by side, separated by the bars of your cell. He'd often sneak you food, beautiful white flowers, and read you a few chapters of a novel so you would have a bit of entertainment. He'd often tell you stories about the outside world as well with the promise of showing it to you one day.

Gojo also promised that — the very second he officially became king — he'd undo the unjust sentence his father had given you, and set you free.

He could hardly sleep the night before his big day, so excited over the mere idea of finally getting a chance to hold you.

It was rather unfortunate that, just before midnight, his father performed his very last act as king before passing on the mantle: having you executed.

Gojo awakened that morning to a crown on his head and a decapitated corpse by his side. Your lifeless hands were clenching the dead, white flowers he had given you.

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Sukuna

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Thirst Post

Deidara x Reader

WARNING OF EXPLICIT CONTENT─ 18+

2.1k

oral with both parties, cum swallowing, groping, friends with benefits, dirty talk, angst if you squint. not proofread just vibes.

"Ahh─ fuck!" Deidara moaned softly, "Just like that, hm".

Pale blue eyes watched in rapture at the way your mouth swallowed his entire length, drool hanging off your chin and tears clamping your lashes.

You listened to Deidara's breathy praises as you sucked on his cock, lapping at the bumpy veins beneath your tongue before releasing him with a soft pop out of your mouth to suckle on his balls. Deidara throbbed in your hand, his pretty pink tip sensitive and leaky with sticky cum. You moaned from the sound of his gasp and the way his fingers tightened their hold in your hair.

"So good", he sighed, throwing his head back and bucking his hips into your wet mouth, "Such a pretty lil mouth", Deidara moaned loud and low, digging his fingers into your soft locks as he rutted into your warmth.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

You slapped his cock on your tongue, his pre and your saliva trickling down your pouty lips, his cock glistening with your mixed juices as you pumped him languidly in your fist. Deidara cute moans had you smiling up at him, his face contorted into the sweetest expression whenever he was close to his release─ you enjoyed teasing him with open mouth kisses on his leaky slit, only to hear him sigh your name.

You wriggled between his legs, the heat of his arousal burning you to the core as you bobbed your head up and down his length, allowing his greedy hands to push your head further until his tip bruised your throat. Breathing heavily through your nose, you continued with the assault to your mouth, relishing in his broken groans and the twitch of his length every time you swallowed his girth.

"'m gonna─ ahh, fuuck!"

He tried to warn you, but it was too late─ his sticky ropes of cum splashed in your mouth abruptly, giving you no time to relax your throat, so you ended up gagging and splattering his cum on his cock. Your hand, mouth and Deidara's lap became stained with his release. You moaned while licking your fingers, tasting the rich substance with a smile.

"Fuck", he groaned, unable to take his eyes off you cleaning his length with broad strokes of your tongue, then twitching in your palm and wriggling from the oversensitivity, "S-stop".

You giggled, "Can't take it?" you taunted, licking your lips then wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

Deidara cupped your face, pulling you up to press a heated kiss upon your mouth while his softening cock throbbed in your hand, still hot and heavy from the stimulation. He moaned low, kissing you earnestly as he settled back into the mattress with you on top of him and your hands caressing his chest.

"Round three?"

He nodded, nipping at your bottom lip before letting you go, "Give me a minute though─ I almost died".

You giggled, cuddling up by his side and slowing the kiss into a sensual glide of your lips, both of you relaxing in each other's embrace as you laid together beneath the sheets.

"Just so you know, this is only─"

You rolled your eyes, tired of hearing the same old thing every time the two of you had sex, "Relax, I just needed to get off before my mission tomorrow". You sighed when Deidara cupped your breast, squeezing the soft mound, always captivated with the way it filled his hand, "I could go to Tobi if you're so uncomfortable─" you squeaked, feeling the mouth on his hand bit your nipple teasingly.

"I'm not uncomfortable", Deidara murmured, narrowing his pretty eyes at you in what you assumed was a scowl, though he just looked too cute for you to take seriously.

You hummed in mock understanding, "Then why are you always so quick to remind me this is casual─ when I agreed and suggested we keep things light between us?" You raised an eyebrow at the way the man huffed at your question, choosing to ignore it by tweaking your hardened bud between his fingers, forcing his name out your lips in a blissful sigh.

"I like it when you say my name like that", Deidara whispered hotly against your neck, "Almost as much as I love waking up with your ass on my cock", he pulled you closer, your naked bodies pressed firmly into each other. One hand gripped your hip while the other continued to play with your breasts, sucking, nipping and licking the soft mounds to keep you moaning his name.

For three months, you've maintained a casual, sexual relationship with the blonde artist. Deidara was cute, fun, expressive and surprisingly good in bed. The two of you have managed to fulfil each other's needs in a way that some of the other members were jealous of─ but you didn't care. For the most part, you enjoyed your time with Deidara.

Though, he could be incredibly annoying at times.

You were mature enough to understand the nature of this relationship; you were happy for what it was. Yet, Deidara would often ruin it with his need to remind you that he's not your boyfriend (you never stated that he ever was) or state this will never blossom into a romantic relationship, which you never said you wanted. It frustrated you deeply, considering Deidara would insist that he see other people, then become upset whenever you joke about sleeping with Tobi.

The double standard, the mixed signals, and the inconsistency put you off from even talking to him most days─ but then he would flash a smile and gaze at you with his dazzling blue eyes, and you would fold very quickly. You genuinely liked spending time with Deidara; only you couldn't stand it when he got into one of his pissy moods with you.

Right now, when Deidara smiled that droopy smile after making him cum so good, his ears were still tinted pink; you forgot his earlier words and leaned into his every touch.

"Babe", he sighed, pressing kisses on your neck, "Think I'm ready for round three", his hand ventured down between your thighs, rubbing his fingers against your puffy lips, "This time, I wanna taste you", the tongue on his palm had you keening from the way it lapped up on your wet slit.

You rolled your hips against his palm, throwing your head back to give him access to your throat so he could press kisses into you, "Deidara", you whimpered, humping his tongue when it slipped inside your tight heat, pleasure raking through your body as the hot muscle fucked into your cunt.

"Yeah?" He grunted, rubbing his palm on your achy clit, enjoying the way you sighed and moaned his name, "You like it, huh?" Deidara's smile was evident in his tone, his ego boosted from your pitiful noises, "Barely touched you, and you're already close to cumming?"

You gripped his shoulders and rolled over on top of him, his hand buried beneath your cunt with the other still palming your breast. You leaned down and captured his lips in a hard kiss, maintaining the motion of your hips to match the thrusts of his tongue inside your pulsing heat. You both moaned softly into the kiss, your hand sliding up and down his lean torso, the other tangling in his blonde locks, his tongue gliding against yours.

"Inside", you sighed, feeling your cunt flutter around the hot muscle, your core pulsing with a pent up release you wanted with his cock buried deep inside you.

"Yeah?" he grunted upon your lips, his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit, grinning at the way your eyes rolled and breath hitched, "Want me to fuck you, huh? Wanna feel my cock deep in your pretty lil pussy?" Deidara panted from his own words, cock twitching on his abdomen; seeing you nod frantically and grind your hips against his hand riled him up further, "Wet and so tight on my dick", he cursed when you tugged on his hair, bucking his hips to feel his cock brush against your thigh, "Ride me─ c'mon, baby".

With shaky hands and impending release, you scrambled to push his hand away and grasp his cock, lining him up with your sopping cunt. You both breathed heavily, the air thick and potent with sweat, sex and desperation. With deliberate slowness, you sink down on his shaft, the familiar stretch making you sigh, your thighs trembling from the effort it took to go slow.

Deidara's leg jerked, his back arched, breath stilting, your pussy encasing his cock with a throbbing heat that added to the sweat on his brow. He gripped your hips tight, eyes blown with lust as he watched you lower yourself down inch by inch, captivated with the way your sweet pussy swallowed his cock to the hilt. Heavy breaths echoed from you both, mirroring the desire that burned between you.

"Dei", you sighed breathlessly, rolling your hips and feeling your clit brush against the soft tufts of hair that nestled on top of his dick, "G'nna c-cum".

Deidara nodded, though it didn't look like he registered your words from the way his eyes rolled, and he bucked his hips into you for stimulation, "C'mon, ride me", he groaned, almost sounding like he was begging you, "Wanna feel you move".

Your gooey walls rippled upon his shaft, wetness seeping as his tip kissed your cervix from the deep angle. "C-can't", you moaned when he jerked inside you, your core fluttering in warning, "Dei! D-don't! C-cumming, please", you whimpered incoherently, your body shaking on top of him. Clenching your cunt to delay your orgasm only made him jerk into you harder, moaning low and loudly, impatiently squirming below you. You leaned forward, purchasing your hands on his chest and bouncing your ass on him gently, his cock diving in and out with sticky cream coating your thighs.

"Y/N, faster, baby─ wanna cum in you".

You shook your head weakly, unable to move faster than the shallow bounce you maintained, your face buried in his shoulder and heat flushing through your bodies, "s'too much", you whined, oversensitive and tired from the last few rounds.

"You can do it, baby", he pressed, thrusting into you from below and chuckling from your high pitch whine, "Bounce on my cock, you can cum, baby─ just move for me, hm".

You nodded weakly, swallowing your moan and sitting up shakily, planting your knees firmly on the bed before moving up and down his length. Deidara's head rolled, pretty locks encasing his eyes, basking in the warmth of your cunt squeezing his shaft, his sensitive tip bumping your spongy walls, cum dribbling into you with every thrust. He moaned softly, hands roaming your body, tongues tasting your salty sweat, lapping and teething on your sensitive flesh as he allowed you to set the pace.

"s'good, so so good, Dei!" you whined, "wanna c-cum! please please", you begged pitifully, your voice carrying with every roll of your hips and bump of his cock. Deidara's hand found your clit, the hot muscle swirling, licking and suckling on your achy nub, making you lose your rhythm as you cried out his name, your release washing over you quicker than you anticipated.

Your pussy convulsed around his cock, silky walls hugging his sensitive flesh until Deidara threw his head back, his feet digging into the mattress, pumping his thick, hot cum into your hungry lil cunt. He moaned loudly, sounding similar to your name─ but neither of you registered anything outside of cumming, whining and clenching your pussy on his dick. Deidara cursed, emptying himself inside of you and catching you in his arms when you slumped forward. You whimpered, feeling him still twitch inside, both of you breathing heavy and sticky with sweat.

"Good girl", he sighed, stroking your hair, keeping you close and snug on his softening cock, not ready to leave your warmth. Deidara pressed kisses to the side of your head, slowly coming down from the high of your orgasms, fatigue blanketing you both.

Several minutes passed with the two of you laying together, silently, comfortably. Though, when you felt the cum drying between your thighs, you squirmed in Deidara's arms, itching to leave and clean yourself up. When his arms tightened around your torso, preventing you from moving, you sighed deeply, "You gotta let me clean up".

Deidara nuzzled into your neck, his hair tickling your skin and making you giggle as he whined, "No, stay with me".

You rolled your eyes playfully despite the pang in your chest, knowing he didn't really mean it and would yell at you in the morning for spending the night in his room. You patted his shoulder, sitting up and pushing his arms off of you, "I gotta shower, plus I have a mission in the morning, remember?"

Deidara rolled his eyes, letting you go and watching you stand with shaky legs, "Fine, think of me when you masturbate", he grinned, loudly laughing when you threw a pillow at his face before your hasty departure with only your cloak covering your body, "Til next time, babe!"

[bihanspookies]

the music from downstairs played in the bathroom like a muffled tone. you couldn’t even focus on what song it was, but only the man behind you - fucking you as if he had a point to prove. “mmh, watch that shit ma’ma, watch how i break you.” connie was someone who you were not supposed to be with at all, and you weren’t with him; but god he was so much fun. “c-con holdonnn” you tried pushing at his stomach, his cock so deep and the feeling of an orgasm at brink. he ignored you and pushed your hand, hicking up your leg to rest on the counter, while his tattoo hand wrapped around your throat.

your makeup was a smudge mess, the two seconds lip gloss re up, turned into an hour of your guts getting played with. your mouth watered at how sexy he looked. fitted cap slowly moving back onto his shave head, letting the pink design peak through.the gold chain danced around his neck and his pretty pink lips were wet, the bottom one sore from all of his bitting. your eyes met his in the mirror, and on cue your eyes rode to the back of your head. his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot, mouth opening in an o shape but nothing could come out.

“that’s the spot? yea, cream baby. make a fuckin mess” connie focused on slowing down his pumps, thick tip dragging on that one spot- you didn’t even realize you had orgasmed as your body fell limp on the counter. cream making a mess over the both of you. connie through his head back speeding back up and let all of his ropes out into you, making you squirt just a little! the bathroom was silent, the mirror slightly foggy and the heavy breaths of you both, stars still in your line of vision. connie slowly pulled out of you groaning when you dripped out the mix of you both. he mindlessly scooped it up and put it back inside of you.

his painted nails fucking into your sore walls and making sure that your pussy held all of it. “better keep that shit in there” he didn’t ask you- but told you. watching your pussy clench as he pulled back up his pants. you slighty rose your head watching him, a gasp coming from you when he slapped your pussy and kissed your cheek. he sat down a my melody ziploc bag that held two rolled blunts, walking out and leaving you to hear him immediately dap someone up while laughing. all you could think about was the mess you made on his hand moments prior

[bihanspookies]

Don’t mind me, just gonna scream cry shit shart fart and frow up from this beautiful art of Phira that @luna-di-fuoco gifted me

THE FIRST EVER!!!!!!!

The lovely artist who did it 😭

[bihanspookies]

try it. (matsukawa issei x reader)

tags/cw: roommates to lovers, somnophilia, fingering, mattsun sends porn as a coping mechanism, size kink if you really squint

word count: 3.1k

“i’ve always wanted to try that.” 

issei chokes on his beer when you speak. you point at the tv in explanation, as though he needs one. the scene playing has just started out with a couple in bed, spooning while they fuck. everything’s covered, but it’s easy to tell through the blanket that the woman’s leg is lifted, her back arching against the man’s chest while she cries out lewdly. 

“never been fucked in the morning?” he jokes, keeping his eyes trained on the screen so he doesn’t have to look at you. his laugh sounds awkward even to him. 

“mm-mm.” you shake your head, draining your wine glass, and he can’t tell if that’s a confirmation or a rejection of his guess. but he can tell that that wine bottle on the coffee table is empty, because you would never say these things to him sober. 

“not that part,” you explain. frowning when you realize there’s no wine left, you rise from the couch, disappearing from the room and padding down the hall. issei sighs in relief at the moment alone, running his fingers through his hair and tugging hard.

“she’s drunk,” he whispers to himself, a reminder. “she’s drunk, and she’s your friend. and you can’t afford rent anywhere else, you stupid fuck.” that’ll do it. he’s broke as shit, and you’re a good friend. he can steel his nerves with those facts. 

“she was asleep when he started,” you call from the kitchen. 

fuck. 

issei drops his head back, hitting it on the wall a few times with purpose. fuck, fuck, fuck. 

you come back in, and he straightens, yanking the throw blanket over his lap. you’re too drunk to notice. 

you’re too drunk to notice much of anything, really — including your own running mouth. 

“she was asleep,” you say again. “and he fucked her anyway—“ you rush to explain yourself, holding a hand out when his eyes find yours, wide and uncertain. “consensually, obviously.” 

that doesn’t help. he’d been assuming that, but you confirming it makes it worse.

somnophilia, his mind whispers, the word latching itself to you. 

“i dunno,” you shrug, your refilled wine glass brought to your lips. “i think it’s hot, i guess. i’d try it.” 

he really can’t afford rent anywhere else. 

—

you’re scouring roommate ads in a hungover daze the next morning. 

what is your problem?, you think, rolling over to groan into your pillow. you open your bank app, staring at the number in your checking account and wondering uselessly if it’s enough to afford a place on your own. one where you’ll never have to look mattsun in the face again. 

why did you tell him that?

your brain flashes through two bottles of wine and drunk admissions, and you switch over to uber eats, deciding that cooking is simply not an option today. standing in that kitchen for more then four seconds and risking running into him is not an option. 

you know why you told him that. you know exactly why you told him.

you told him because, despite every coping mechanism you’ve tried over the years of living with him, matsukawa issei persists in being the most attractive man you’ve ever met. 

you told him because you wanted to test the waters. why you would ever test the waters with somnophilia, of all things, and not something standard and vanilla like ‘making out with a friend just happens sometimes’ or ‘drunk hookups aren’t so bad’, you will never know. 

but you’d told him because you think about it. you think about him, doing things like that. things that aren’t standard or vanilla or easily explained or plausibly deniable. 

you think about matsukawa issei fucking you while you sleep. and maybe it’s happened one too many times. maybe now it’s all you think about, enough that it comes up in your stupid, drunk admissions. 

maybe — just maybe — you hope he might take you up on it, now that it’s out there in the open like that. 

but that’s just a maybe. so you’re looking for another apartment, on the very real chance that he’s going to call you a freak and never speak to you again. 

your phone buzzes in your hand. 

it’s a text from him.

[10:17 AM]

mattsun: [link attached]

your face crumples into a frown. “what?” you murmur, jabbing a thumb on the link and hoping it’s not a virus. 

your phone starts moaning at max volume.

you scream, slamming down on the side button to lower the volume as the video intro plays through. your eyes fly to the title.

milf fucked by son’s friend while she’s sleeping

there’s no fucking way he just did that. 

[10:19 AM]

mattsun: smth like that? 

“matsukawa!” you scream, rolling out of bed and storming out into the hall. he’s laughing loudly from his room, and you all but kick his door down. “what the fuck is your problem?!” 

he’s in bed, cackling gleefully and covering his face with his blanket — but his eyes are anything but shy when he looks at you. 

“just trying to ease the tension-“

“by sending me porn?!”

he shrugs and gestures to his phone. “im just saying, you’re not alone! at least—“ he glances down at the screen “—3.8 million other people are into it, too-“ 

you scream in frustration, turning and stomping back to your room. his laughter follows, echoing through your door even when you slam it. 

he does it for two weeks straight. every few days, you wake up to a new link, each video titled something more obnoxious than the last. 

guy takes step-sister while she takes a nap

mom wakes step-son up with a special surprise on his birthday

repairman finds sleeping beauty home alone

each one draws an irritated screech of his name and the echoing giggles of satisfaction from his room. 

you could stop it. in fact, he’s asked you more than once if you want him to. 

‘if you really want me to stop, i’ll stop, he’d said in your kitchen last week.

‘just say the word,’ he’d reminded you on his way out one morning.

‘i think you and i both know how important consent is,’ he’d murmured just two nights ago, leaning on your doorframe, his eyes hot on yours. 

you’d shivered under his gaze and pretended to be engrossed in something on your phone. you’d hoped he couldn’t see the way you’d pressed your thighs together, but when you looked up, he was already staring down at them. 

he’d met your eyes again and just hummed, flicking his dark eyebrows up at you before turning away. your phone had buzzed with a new link only seconds after his bedroom door had clicked shut.

you’re certain he knows why you haven’t told him to stop. that the truth is that you don’t want him to stop. you’re certain he’s testing the waters now, too.

because each video he sends you gets closer and closer to being about roommates. 

your phone buzzes in your hands. you wonder if he knows that you watch each one, waiting for him to pull the trigger on the one that sits unspoken in the space between you. 

he does, a week later.

— 

you’ve caught him, issei realizes belatedly. 

maybe he should have noticed after you started sitting closer to him on the couch. or maybe after you’d refused to tell him to stop sending you porn. or maybe even after he’d sent you something titled ‘roommate can’t help himself while she sleeps’ at 4 in the morning and you hadn’t called the cops on him. 

maybe he should have realized you’d caught him after any one of those. but he doesn’t. he doesn’t realize it, not until this very moment, as you’re standing from the couch and bending over to clean the table of empty beer bottles before bed. 

he doesn’t realize it until he realizes you’re not wearing any underwear. 

he glances at you shamefully when you bend at the waist, hoping you don’t look back and catch him. and then he coughs violently, choking on his own spit and drawing your attention. 

he waves you off, blushing furiously and not even bothering to stop his eyes from flying to your ass when you just shrug and bend over again. your pajama shorts have ridden up, but there’s no lacy edge on pink panties where there should be. 

yes, he’d noticed years ago that these shorts tend to ride up and not mentioned it. yes, he knows what kind of panties you wear. yes, he has a favorite pair. 

what are you gonna do if you find out, call him a pervert? he’d sent you roommate somnophilia porn and you’d made him coffee in the morning.

“‘kay, goodnight,” you mumble, and issei wonders if you’re shy about it or if he’s just hoping you are.

“g’night,” he breathes, eyes finding yours. you keep eye contact all the way out of the living room. your eyes drop to his lap at the last second, and he watches a grin stretch across your face just before you disappear from the room. 

he looks down at his lap, and then he swears under his breath. he’s visibly hard in his sweatpants. 

—

he feels like a pervert. he really feels like a pervert. 

he stands in the hall outside your bedroom, one hand on the knob, feeling like a pervert. it’s 2 in the morning, and he feels like a pervert.

he sighs to himself and turns the knob slowly — ever so slowly, because he knows how it creaks, and he doesn’t want to wake you. he pushes the door open carefully, and then he finds you in the dark, moonlight spilling over your body. 

you’re completely naked. 

you’re on your stomach, blankets draped over your lower half and one knee bent out toward the wall. issei can see the expanse of your bare skin and the swell of your breast, but you’ve got your back slightly to him, so he can’t see everything. 

but it’s enough. 

he breathes hard, stepping into the room and shutting the door silently behind him. he runs his fingers through his hair, tugging hard and giving a soft sigh as he pads over to you. 

when he lowers his knees to your mattress, it’s with his heart in his throat and his cock straining against his pants. you look so innocent, so sweet like this, even while he’s sliding the blankets off of your skin and exposing you in the moonlight. 

is he really allowed to want this as badly as he does? 

your breath is steady, only changing slightly when he braces himself behind you, propped up on one elbow. he scoots toward you, breath caught in his throat, and then slides his hand under the back of your knee. you shiver, probably because his fingers are ice cold, and he keeps his eyes locked on the side of your face. 

when you don’t give any other sign of waking, he lifts your leg and hooks it backward over his knee, opening your body up for him. 

he swears under his breath, staring down at you in the moonlight. 

you shift, adjusting to the new angle of your body with a sigh. your back presses to his chest, and issei has to press his lips together so he doesn’t moan at the sight of you. 

he keeps his eyes on your face when he slides his fingers along your inner thigh, watching you intensely as his icy fingertips dance close to the spot between your thighs that’s radiating heat. 

when he cups your bare cunt, your skin breaks out in goosebumps, but you don’t move otherwise. issei moans now, because your body knows what he’s doing, but you don’t. 

he’d had a feeling before — in the weeks between that moment on the couch and this moment right here — that he’d unlocked a new, previously untouched fantasy. that his reaction to your drunken admission might have been about more than just being attracted to you. 

he sees it now. now, as he’s sliding two fingers between your folds and watching as you remain completely unaware, he realizes that you’ve done something to him. that you’ve made him want to do this to you, tonight and every night after. 

it takes every ounce of his self-control not to shudder and moan in your ear when your pussy twitches under his fingers, reacting to him even when you don’t. 

he drops his head to your chest, eyes locked on your face as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. your lips part, and he freezes, but the sigh that falls out is nowhere near conscious, so he keeps going, sucking and licking and grazing his teeth over the bud while he massages your cunt with his now-warm fingers. 

the first sign that you’re reacting is the growing ease with which he’s able to push his fingers against you. your entrance becomes slick, and he can’t help that he pushes his hips against your ass in response, seeking relief. he drops his touch lower and swipes the pads of his fingers through the mess there, spreading it all over your cunt. 

when he circles your clit, slippery and warm now, your breathing changes, harder and rougher. the rise and fall of your chest pushes at his mouth, and he latches on with fresh fervor, watching your brows furrow and your lips twitch at the onslaught of sensations. 

it shouldn’t be as easy as it is for him to push his middle finger past your entrance. 

“fuck”, he whispers despite himself, mouth slipping off of you with a gentle pop and eyes rolling back in his head. your walls pulse around his finger, warm and velvety and wet beyond belief. his cock twitches hard in his pants as he slides his finger in and out of you, searching for that spongy spot that’ll wake you up. 

he knows you might have wanted him to fuck you like this, but he can’t help himself anymore. he doesn’t have it in him to be careful anymore. 

when his ring finger joins his middle, it’s with intent. the push is rough, bullying your cunt open with the size of his fingers, no doubt longer and fuller than you can get on your own. 

you shift under him, a quiet noise of question leaving you, and he lifts his head, attaching his lips to the crook of your neck. 

“y/n,” he whispers, more a moan than anything else. “need you.” 

he sucks on the column of your throat while you come to, his fingers curling and spreading inside of you — his sloppy attempt to prepare you for him. 

“h-huh-“ your head lifts slightly, and then you’re slamming it back against the pillow, your back arching. “oh, my god, mattsun-“ 

he almost comes in his pants when you say his name like that. 

“couldn’t help myself,“ he starts, shaking his head and pushing his body against yours almost desperately. “you were so pretty.“ your cunt tightens around his fingers in response, and he files that away for later. keeps it in mind, the things that make you react like this. “need you so bad, y/n-“ 

“yes, god yes,” you breathe, a whine trapped in your throat. you turn your head, back still pressed against his chest, and drop your still-sleepy eyes to his lips.

the coil under issei’s navel tugs hard when he realizes how well he can read you. 

he pushes his mouth against yours eagerly, moan unrestrained when your tongue slides against his. he wonders if you know how often he’s thought of this moment, years of wanting you and craving the feeling of you coming undone under his fingers. 

“please,” you whisper against his lips, back arching when he pushes the pads of his fingers against that spongy spot that makes you whine. “more, mattsun.” 

he groans, shivering when you pull his bottom lip between your teeth. “not yet — it’ll hurt,” he murmurs, leaning on every molecule of self-control.

“i can take it,” you just say, pushing your ass back against his aching cock. “promise.” 

he never had that much self-control to begin with.

his moan comes out in a shuddered breath, overpowered by the sound of you whining when he slips his fingers out of you. he shoves his sweats down to his knees, meeting your eyes and seeing the urgency he feels reflected in your eyes. 

when he slides his cock between your folds, it’s with a choked groan and a heaving pant in your ear. 

“can i- are you sure-“ he stutters, already lining himself up at your entrance.

“please, please, please,” you babble, arching your back to make the angle easier on him. 

you come around his cock before he’s even halfway in. 

there are stars in his eyes by the time you’re done. 

you cry out for him, shaking and clenching down hard, and he can’t do anything except bury his face in your hair and keep your leg lifted high with a trembling hand. 

“fuck,” he breathes, voice tight. “fuck, y/n-“ 

“more, mattsun,” you sob. he thinks you might be the girl of his dreams. 

pushing the rest of the way in, he shoves down his own orgasm, fighting and kicking and forcing it away so he can last more than thirty seconds inside of you. 

he only manages a minute before he’s spilling into you with a stuttered moan of your name, face buried in your neck and head full of static.

you’re just slumped against him by the time he comes to his senses, breathing hard and synced with his.

“sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, ears burning with embarrassment. “i swear i usually last longer than that-“

you laugh, tired and still weak but bright all the same. “yeah — so do i.” 

he snorts, pulling out slowly and letting your leg drop closed, trying his best not to moan at the feeling. 

“are you sure that was okay?” he asks, a tiny inkling of doubt still seeded in his veins. you just giggle, whispering his name in fond exasperation.

“sorry, which part of me sleeping naked was a warning sign?” 

“shut up,” he mutters, curling himself around you and feeling the beginnings of exhaustion start to drain his energy. “i’m staying here tonight. i don’t do one-night stands.” 

you just turn in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck. “was i that good, mattsun? i was asleep for half of it.” 

you’re gonna be the thing that kills him, he just knows it.