#haikyuu 18+

[bitch-for-bo]

The Better Brother (artist! Matsukawa x chubby fem reader) 18+

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NSFW; MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW: you're a cheater BUT you only cheat on a cheater asshole AND we support women's wrongs :))))

summary: Your fiancé leaves you across the ocean to sort out this whole 'wedding' thing all by yourself. Well.... lets just say that YOU get sorted out instead ;).

(((((((((loosely based on the movie Moonstruck (heavily recommend!!!!))))))))))

“Married?....... You want to get married?......to me?” 

You wondered what you looked like at the moment, you wondered if your eyes were bugging out of your head or if your jaw looked completely locked in its unhinged position.

 It definitely felt like they were. 

It felt like your whole world had just come crashing down around you. All because of those 4 little words. 

“Why not? You’ve taken care of me for the last 5 years, I want to take care of each other for the rest of our lives.” 

…..this wasn’t a part of your plan. 

You didn’t quite know what your life plan was…. But it definitely wasn’t this.

“Why now?” you whisper, noticing that for every second you didn’t answer your boyfriend with an ecstatic yes, another restaurant patron's eyes locked onto you. You could feel your face growing hot with embarrassment and yet you still couldn’t blindly accept this proposal, not without knowing why.

“Why not now?” he asked, taking your hands into his. You could see the sweat starting to form on his hairline, the anxiety of public rejection becoming apparent in his tone as you worked to avoid his gaze. 

Why not now? 

Does he not hear himself? Why not now?

“I just-” you stuttered out, taking your hands back into your own laps, wiping the moisture off your palms against your thighs. 

“-Just hear me out!” He cut you off, perhaps a bit too loudly as well, seeing as the crowd of nosy spectators seemed to be inconspicuously growing by the second. He looked frazzled, in fact, this might have been the most affected that you’d ever seen him. Usually, he was the cool-headed one, the blasé, jaded businessman. But now he sat, his voice raising with each word, face red with humiliation. He looked panicked, far too panicked for the situation. 

“My mother…” He started, clearing his throat, trying to collect himself before he could make a fool of himself in public. 

Ahh… his mother

you thought….. That was obviously why he was so panicked. That was why he was asking you this all of the sudden. 

His mother was pressuring him.

Well, the joke is on him, you’re not gonna give in just because of the wishes of his mother. 

“....My mother is dying.”  

If your eyes weren’t bulging out of your head before, they definitely were now. 

“w-What- when?..... Oh god….” you gasped, the guilt automatically washing over you as you watched your partner's face melt into worry, his brows knitting together as you brought your hands back onto the table to envelope his. 

“They called me this morning…. They asked me if I could fly back home to….. ya know?” 

“Of course..” you nodded, “you need to be with her right now…. Have you booked your flight yet? Should I try to book it now?” 

Now listen…. It was a serious situation. And a horrible one at that, and you were 100% devoted to getting your partner home to his dying mother. But you couldn’t deny that you were also trying to steer the conversation back away from marriage. 

But he wasn’t going to let you forget. 

“Darling please….” he sighed, squeezing your hands in his, “my mother, she once told me that all she wants in this world… all she wants… is to see me happy… to see me married. And I want you to marry me.” 

“God….” you sighed “I just….. You’re sure you want me?...” 

He nods, holding your gaze. 

It felt like his eyes were melting into your face. And if that wasn’t bad enough, there were still a good handful of people burning holes into your back. They were all expecting an answer. 

Not only that, they were expecting a particular answer. An answer you weren’t sure that you were ready to give.

But for god's sake, the man’s mother was dying, and he pretty much made it sound like her dying wish was for her son to marry. If you said no now you’d be a monster. 

Against your better judgment, you glanced around the restaurant, your eyes meeting the eager gazes of not only fellow patrons but staff as well.  God, was that a tray of champagne waiting??

After scanning the room, your eyes finally made it back to the man who just asked you to marry him. 

“Yes.” you whispered, offering him a small, unsure smile. 

A smile that he returned tenfold, announcing to the restaurant, “she said yes!” prompting applause and congratulatory champagne. 

He slipped the ring onto your finger, kissing your hands as you sat and watched him with that same small smile on your face. 

“Now of course, I’ll have to fly out to my mother, but we should get married as soon as possible.” He said, dropping your hands to take a long drink of champagne. “I trust you want to organize the wedding?”

So much was happening, staff was swarming around you, pouring drinks and grabbing your hand to inspect the ring, and the restaurant chatter had resumed, and somehow along the way a violinist had been called in to serenade you as well. 

You felt like your brain was being torn into 5 different pieces, all equally painful and all equally taxing.

You couldn’t even answer his question before he’d moved on in the conversation, rambling about flight times, how long he’d be staying, and who was going to fill in for him at work.

You were definitely overstimulated by the complete chaos surrounding you, but you told yourself it would be okay, that you could just zone out until he eventually tired and decided to drag the both of you home for the night. 

Were you ready to get married? Hell no! But what were you supposed to do? 

God, what would your parents say about this? Marrying a man nearly 20 years your senior. Did you love him? Of course!

….well…..maybe…… you definitely felt a strong connection with him……. so then what was this dread?

It was just anxiety. It had to be. After all, you had never planned to get married in the first place. You’d seen one too many marriages fail, one too many couples grow to hate each other and you’d sworn it off. 

It wasn’t that you hated marriage in particular, you’d seen plenty of happily married people, you suppose it was just the fact that in your mind, it was impossible for you to be one of those happily married people.

You’d never been good at relationships. In fact, your current relationship had been eerily long. Usually, something would’ve happened by now. You would’ve walked in on him cheating, or you would’ve woken up to all of his stuff gone. But that hadn’t happened yet. 

So maybe it was love, you told yourself. Maybe he was the love of your life and you were ready to get married. 

After all, 5 years is a crazy long time, right? 

Far too long to stay with a man you didn’t love……right?

What had you gotten yourself into? 

Within the week, your now fiance had booked a flight out to his home city, leaving you behind with a long wedding to-do list. 

On the positive side, after your initial dread spiral, you were feeling much better. You reminded yourself that everything happened for a reason and that there was no reason that your marriage couldn’t be any less fulfilling than the last five years had been.

You reminded yourself that your partner had stuck with you for five years, that kind of stuff doesn’t just happen to people who aren’t ready for marriage. 

Anyways, you felt much better….. Happy even. 

Your parents definitely could’ve taken the news of you marrying an older man…… better….. But at the end of the day, they admitted that as long as you were happy… they were too. 

In all honesty, you think that they were mostly just relieved that you found someone to marry you. 

Your family would never say it out loud, but you often thought that none of them believed you would ever find someone to be with. Deep down you felt like your parents always betted on your siblings for things like inlaws and grandchildren.

And you couldn’t blame them necessarily. You weren’t the conventional definition of beauty (a fact that all of your exes had brought to your attention sooner or later) and you definitely didn’t have low standards.

This meant that you forever lived in a limbo of never being “good enough” or “pretty enough” but never being willing to settle. So where did that leave you? 

Alone. 

Alone until you found your fiance. 

To be honest, it was rough at first. He was this bigshot investor that was only slightly younger than your father and for some reason, he’d taken an interest in you, his (used to be) intern. 

At first, you ignored the attention, young and uncomfortable with the idea that an older man could find you desirable. In your field, you were used to all of the finance bros, who wanted you in the bedroom but never in public.

But slowly, as he managed to worm his way into your daily schedule, you found yourself warming up to him. He’d walk past your desk each day, sometimes leaving you a coffee with a little winking face drawn on the side, sometimes he would smooze as you took the elevator with him, but most of the time it was him just making small comments along the lines of “you take care of me so well,” or “I’m lucky to have you looking out for me” which slowly transitioned into “i love the way you take care of me” and “am I lucky enough to take you to dinner” 

Before you knew it, five years had passed. And while you’d technically never defined your relationship in words, or moved in with each other, or even met each other's families, you still thought of yourselves as dating…. well……engaged now. 

You looked down at the to-do list that sat on the cafe table. Most of it was fairly straightforward, arrange the flowers, get the caterer, cake-tasting, wine-tasting, the list went on.

The one bullet point on the list that definitely wasn’t straightforward was the last one. 

Invite Matsukawa 

Apparently, your beloved fiance had an estranged brother. A younger brother whom he hadn’t spoken to for the last 10 years. 

An estranged brother that you were in charge of tracking down and inviting to your wedding. 

What could possibly go wrong? 

He was a fucking mortician. 

That's what could go wrong. 

Your fiance had given you a little bit of background on his brother, and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be a fairly normal person. But come on…. How many normal people were morticians? 

But nevertheless, you had told your fiance that you would do it. You would do it so that he could reunite with his brother and restore their relationship. Would it be a little weird for you? Yes. But it seemed that recently you’d been kicked out of your comfort zone, and apparently weren’t allowed back in. 

So you’d looked up the address to the funeral home Matsukawa worked at, and decided that your goal for the day was to somehow convince him to come to his brother’s wedding. 

Now all you had to do was work up the nerve to go in and actually talk to him. 

You glanced out of the cafe’s window at the funeral home. 

It’s not like it was overwhelmingly off-putting. It looked crisp and clean, a great place to bring your recently lost loved one……. But that didn’t mean it didn’t still give you the heebie-jeebies. 

You looked back down at your coffee. There was probably only a sip or two left, which meant that you could no longer put this off. 

Hesitantly, you left the coffee shop, holding your almost empty coffee cup as a shield of sorts as you approached the front doors of the funeral home. 

You opened the doors. 

It was quiet.

As to be expected. 

You walked up to the empty reception desk, inspecting it for some kind of bell or button to alert someone of your arrival, but much to your dismay there was no such thing. 

You looked around you, there wasn’t much to see in the lobby area, an expensive-looking rug, a nice velvet-covered loveseat, and a couple of potted plants…. Other than that there really wasn’t-

“-Fucking christ!” you gasped, jumping at the sight of a man's disembodied head peering through an open cut out in the wall.

You clutched your chest, trying to recover as he simply watched you, not even bothering to move. All the man did was grin at you, having the audacity to chuckle at your display of fright. 

“Shit…” you breathed, turning your back to the man while trying to regain the quickly diminishing confidence that you had, you know, the confidence that was barely there to begin with. 

A couple of deep breaths later, you decided that you felt stable enough to face the mystery man again. Now that the initial surprise/fear had passed, only dread and a smidge of anger remained. 

Like, who the fuck would do that?? For all they know, you were a prospecting customer who’d just lost a loved one and you were greeted with the harrowing sight of a man’s head in a window. 

You turned around, not sure if you should demand an apology, or issue one, when you were greeted with the sight of perhaps the prettiest man you’d ever seen. 

Yes, he was the same weird man that had literally just pretended to be a severed head, but hey… first impressions were rough. 

You opened your mouth to speak, still unsure of what to say, but thankfully, he spoke first. 

“Sorry about that, it’s never gone over well and yet I keep trying.” 

Wow his voice was deep, but not deep like ‘trying to be deep’ or even like ‘just woke up deep’ it was just… deep. 

It was nice. 

You were engaged. 

Why was that so hard to remember? 

You let out a small laugh before clearing your throat. 

“Well, it was… interesting, I’ll give you that.” 

He gave you another lopsided grin, but said nothing, forcing you to try and remember why you walked into the building in the first place. 

Fiance’s brother. Right. 

“Anyways, I’m here today because I’m looking for Maksukawa, is he working today?”

“Is something wrong” he asked, a much more acceptable mask of professionalism slipping over his features. You shifted from heel to heel, wondering if you should really tell this man about your fiance’s private family life. 

“Nope, just here to talk with him.” you settled on that. Surely you wouldn't be asked for more. 

“How do you know him?” 

Of fucking course you’d be asked for more. Because having things go your way is just too much to ask. 

“Oh, I’m just his brother’s fiance.” you said, trying to keep your voice light and unworried. 

But as soon as you said it, the man’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw (which was gorgeously sharp) became set. 

And while that reaction was a little weird, and definitely raised a little suspicion, you decided to ignore it and press forward. 

“You see, I’m here to invite him to the wedding on behalf of my fiance.” You took a step closer to the desk that the man had retreated behind as you said it, trying your best to keep your shoulders squared and the pep in your step. 

“He’s not interested.” the man, who had been nothing if not good-natured up till now, turned away, affirming your suspicions. 

“You’re Matsukawa aren’t you?” 

He ignored you and instead turned to head back through a set of swinging doors behind him, leaving you slack jawed and speechless. 

Your partner had warned you of his brother’s standoffishness, but when you’d asked about why they hadn’t talked in 10 years, you received no clear answer. But judging by the way Matsukawa just left you in the dust, something big must’ve happened. 

Nevertheless, you weren’t one to step down from a fight, no matter how scared or uncomfortable you were, so you followed him through the back doors into a little room with lockers lining the wall.

“I’m right, right? You’re Matsukawa?” 

His back was facing you as he closed the door to his locker, his shoulders were definitely tensed but not nearly as much as one would expect considering the fact you were definitely not allowed back here, a rule which you rudely defied. 

“My friends call me Issei.”

“Okay Issei, I’m here to-” 

He turned towards you, his eyes flicking over your body once, before cutting you off. 

“I said my friends, not some kid who's marrying my bastard brother.” 

Once again, your jaw dropped. What the fuck was it about these brothers making you at a complete loss for words? 

“Excuse me?” 

Seriously, did their mother not raise them properly? 

Their mother. That’s why you were there. Their mother is dying and her dying wish was for her son to be married. 

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing before you lost your nerve. 

“Listen, I’m just here to invite you to the wedding. I’m not sure what went down between you and your brother, but I do know that he wants you at our wedding. Anyways, he’s family and family forgives each other, so please just take this.” 

You held out the RSVP invitation to Issei, you set your jaw firmly and squared yourself in front of him, showing him that you wouldn’t tuck your tail and run. 

He looked you up and down again. You tried not to focus on how his gaze made your stomach flip and your ears burn. 

“How old are you?” He asked, his eyes landing on the invitation pinched between your prettily manicured fingers. 

“Does it matter?” 

Issei’s eyes traveled up your wrist to your arm, then shoulder, then neck, before finally landing on your face. He grinned at the look on your face, because while it was clear you were trying to keep a fire in your eyes, you were just about as intimidating as a puppy. 

“It does.” 

“Can I ask why?”

Issei took a step forward, narrowing the distance between the two of you until there was only a couple of inches. 

“Because I know how old my brother is, and I wanna know why a girl who was in diapers when he was joining a frat is standing in front of me, saying she’s his fiance.” 

Your eyes, which had been locked on his, standing your ground, flicked to the ground. 

“So what is it, the money? The house? Did he accidentally knock you up? Let me guess, he’s your boss and you just wanted to stay his favorite, you didn’t even mean to get that drunk at the company party. Is that it? Or did you-” 

Before you knew what was happening, you’d already reached your hand between the two of you and slapped Issei across the face. 

For the first time since you’d met him, that stupid grin was gone, and in its place a look of surprise. You spoke before he could.

“Listen here,” you said in a low tone, trying to keep your voice from shaking due to the adrenaline flooding through your body,

“You don’t know me. You’ve never met me, never talked to me, and you sure as hell have never gotten close enough for me to disclose jack shit to you, much less how I met and got involved with your brother. I get that you guys don’t like each other, but that is no fucking reason to get pissy with me. In fact, how dare you talk about me like that? It doesn’t matter if your brother wronged you a thousand times over, you have no right to talk to me in that disgusting manner.” 

You stopped to take a breath, closing your eyes so that you wouldn’t see Issei and chicken out of your speech.

“Now. I’m leaving, and I’m leaving you with the invitation to this stupid fucking wedding. You can come or not, I don’t care. Goodbye.” 

Before he could respond you turned on your heel and fled back through the set of double doors, back into the safety of the main lobby. Once you were on the street again, you let yourself slow down, releasing the breath you’d been subconsciously holding. 

You couldn’t believe that you’d done that, it was almost like you’d blacked out. You really couldn't even remember what you’d said. Oh god, hopefully you didn’t say anything too rash. 

Even if Issei deserved it, he was your partner’s brother…..

….maybe you were too harsh. 

You scolded yourself as you walked down the street, trying as best as you could not to look like a crazy person, muttering to yourself as you made your way back to your apartment.

The guilt and worry of what you’d said and how you’d behaved was eating at you. Did Issei deserve to be slapped? Yes! 100 fucking percent he deserved it. 

But still…. 

If he hated his brother before you’d done that, he most definitely hated him even more now. 

Maybe, you thought as you laid down to sleep, you could try and go by the funeral home tomorrow to smooth things over. 

Maybe you could use the stress of the wedding as an excuse to why you’d slapped him, yeah…that was a good idea. 

…or at least the best idea you had.

And while you tossed and turned with guilt over slapping your fiance's younger, very good-looking brother, Issei was in a similar boat.

Well… kind of. 

He didn’t necessarily feel guilty over how he treated you. He was just being honest, there was no way in hell he’d attend his lousy brother’s wedding, that bastard could apologize a thousand times over for what he’d done and Issei still wouldn’t forgive him. 

No, what he did feel guilty about though is the fact that he pretty much blew any chance he had of seeing you again. 

If Issei was a better person he’d feel guilty about his feelings for you, fortunately he never claimed to be one. 

He’d given up on sleeping hours ago, the only thing that closing his eyes got him was visions of you. The look on your face when you scolded him, the sting that your palm had left against his jaw. 

And christ your body….

If Issei had believed in God, you were definitely her. 

He could drown in you if you’d only let him.

So without any other way to soothe himself or fall asleep, he drank. A little too much if he’s being honest. So much that he didn’t even care when his neighbors slammed on his walls to tell him to turn his records down. 

He preferred to sulk this way. That was what he was doing, sulking over a beautiful woman that he’d never see again, over a woman who was going to marry his brother, his enemy. 

And as the night went on, the bottle of booze in his hand emptied further, until he nearly saw double as he worked on anything to distract himself from thoughts of you. 

Perhaps when he said you were God he meant the opposite, God could never plague him like you were. You were a devil, a devil committed to his devil brother…. The thought made him feel a little better. Not much of course. 

He eventually called into work, leaving some half-ass excuse on their answering machine as to why he wouldn’t be coming in that day, before dragging himself to bed. He was drunk enough to sleep, but not drunk enough to escape dreams of you.

The next morning, bright and early, you stood outside of the funeral home with two fresh coffees in hand and an optimistic smile on your face. Today was the day that you would convince Issei to come to the wedding if it was the last thing you did. 

To be honest, you were completely ready to give up and tell your fiance that his brother had died some terrible death within the last 10 years, but as soon as you’d heard his voice over the phone, asking if you’d been able to convince Issei yet, you chickened out of it. 

You didn’t know if you were just feeling extra sentimental or if it was your fiance whining about how now that his mother is dying, family is the most important thing, but you now stood on the sidewalk in front of Issei’s workplace with a renewed vigor and immovable stubbornness. 

You walked into the building, scanning the lobby, making sure that Issei wasn’t pretending to be a floating head again. 

You frowned at the sight of an empty lobby, walking slowly up to the desk as if you were expecting the gorgeous mortician to jump out at you at any moment. 

“Hello?” you called out, trying to crane your neck to look through the small windows of the double set of doors that you’d been through yesterday. 

“Hi there!” you heard a new voice come from a different direction. 

When you turned your head, you were slightly disappointed to find an unfamiliar young woman, dressed in black, smiling as she walked behind the desk to help you. 

“Hello,” you replied, trying to hide your disappointment with a small smile, “I’m looking for Matsukawa, is he here?” 

“He actually called in sick today, I’m sorry.” 

Your shoulders must’ve sagged a little because the woman looked at you curiously, her eyebrow raising.

“Can I ask why you’re asking for him?” 

“Oh it’s nothing,” you sighed, “I’m just engaged to his brother and I’m supposed to convince him to come to the wedding. We got off on the wrong foot yesterday so I thought I’d swing by today and try again.” 

The look of shock on the woman’s face was enough to make you straighten your back and hold your coffee a little closer to your body. She must’ve noticed your discomfort as she quickly apologized. 

“Sorry, I just totally didn’t expect that to be the reason…. I feel really bad telling you this, but I don’t think you should waste any time on that. Issei hates his brother.” 

So Issei’s coworker knows what happened but you don’t? Was your fiance trying to set you up for failure???

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” 

A look came over the woman’s face, that look that says ‘I’m not supposed to be talking about this, but I absolutely LOVE talking about it’. She leaned over the counter, gesturing you to lean in closer. 

“Ten years ago, Issei was engaged to this woman, beautiful girl, a real pretty lady, they’d met in school and decided to get married young so they could start having kids. So one day, Issei gets off work a little early, so he decides to surprise her at her place, and what does he find when he gets there? His brother, buck-naked in her bed.” 

“No!” you gasped, horrified at the image of your fiance home-wrecking his brother. 

“Yes! So Issei’s pissed right? Screaming and throwing shit everywhere, his fiance’s crying, the neighbors are yelling, and what does his brother do?” 

The look of suspense on your face was prominent enough to make the woman behind the desk grin as she paused in dramatic effect. 

“He tells Issei that it’s been going on for months and that they’re running off together.” 

“What?” you scoff, leaning back away from the woman in awe. 

You couldn’t believe what you’d heard. Is that really the kind of man you were about to marry? 

“Worst part about it, is that since Issei’s so much younger than his brother, the girl wasn’t any older than 20 while Issei’s brother was nearly thirty six!”

“So what happened?” You asked, feeling slightly faint at the overwhelming amount of information you’d received. 

“Nothing, Issei was heart broken, his brother ran off with his girl and there was nothing he could do about it. That’s why they haven't talked in 10 years. And from the sound of it, the whole family took the brother’s side so now Issei doesn't talk to them either.” 

You wondered if you looked like a gaping fish at the moment as you grappled with yourself, trying to find words to say. You couldn't believe that your fiance could do something so heinous. 

He stole the love of his brother’s life, and obviously it never went further than an affair because he’d never even mentioned his ex to you.

Of course, now that you thought about it, he didn’t mention much of anything to you. 

The woman must’ve seen the turmoil on your face and taken pity on you because she reached under the desk and pulled a sticky pad and pen out and started jotting things down. 

“Anyways, I’m just gonna give you his address, it’s not too far from here. Swing by if you're brave enough, but now that you know the history, you can’t blame him if he doesn’t wanna talk to you.” 

You nodded and thanked her as she handed you the sticky note. 

“Now that I know, the only thing I feel is guilty about how I treated him yesterday.” you looked up at the woman, offering a grateful smile “thank you for telling me.” 

She waved you off as you began leaving the lobby, “Don’t mention it, I hope everything works out the way it should!” 

With one last thank you, you left the funeral home and started off down the street towards Issei’s apartment. With the newfound knowledge of the brother’s history you now realized that asking Issei to come to the wedding was like asking him to reopen old wounds.

And hell, with what you just found out you weren’t sure you wanted to marry this guy anymore. You know what they say, once a cheater, always a cheater. Could you really trust that he hadn’t done the exact same to you in the last five years? 

Anyways, the very least you could do now was apologize to Issei and hope that the two of you could treat this like water under the bridge. 

So that’s where you’d gotten to where you were. Sitting at his kitchen table as you watched him nurse his hangover with the coffee you brought him and a plate of breakfast that you’d cooked for him. 

You watched as he poked at the eggs with his fork. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know how you liked them.” you apologized, your voice coming out much squeakier than indentinded. But based on the fact that you were sitting across from perhaps the most gorgeous man you’d ever met who still had bed head and was only sporting a loose fitting pair of black sweatpants, you’d say you were doing pretty good at keeping your voice calm. 

“No, they’re good… thank you..” Issei muttered, keeping his eyes on his plate. He couldn’t look up at you right  now. 

The first thing he’d woken up to this morning was you knocking on his door, and normally that wouldn't have been so bad. In fact, he could think of few things better than the sight of a pretty girl waiting for him on his doorstep. The only reason he didn’t enjoy your early morning visit was because it gave him no time to take care of his raging morning wood, which was significantly worse than usual thanks to you being the star of his dreams the night before. 

He glanced up from his plate, trying to sneak a glance at you as you concerned yourself with the view from his kitchen window.

You were even more stunning in the morning light, the sun outlining the soft curve of your chin as you smiled at the city's skyline.

He looked back down at his breakfast, not nearly as appetizing as the sight sitting across from him. 

“Anyways,” you said, breaking the silence as you watched him near the end of his breakfast, clearing the plate of the last slice of toast. “I wanted to come by and apologize for how I acted yesterday, I was-” 

Before you could even finish the apology, he held a hand up to stop you. 

“Don’t even mention it, I was out of line.” 

You frowned as he got up to put his plate in the sink behind him. 

“Okay….” you said, unsure of how to approach the next topic, “well, I also wanted to talk to you about the wedding,” 

As soon as the word ‘wedding’ came out of your mouth you saw his (very nicely built) back tense. So you rushed to finish the sentence as fast as you could to prevent him from completely shutting you out. 

“But-more-importantly-I-wanted-to-apologize-for-what-your-brother-did-to-you…”

“What?” 

You saw the tick in his jaw and the stern look on his face as he turned towards you. You couldn't help but shrink in on yourself a little, this was the first time you’d seen him as anything but aloof, and to say it was… intimidating… was an understatement. 

Hot?.... Yes definitely… but also very intimidating. 

“Why would you apologize for that?” 

It was a fair question, especially considering that you were also starting to have the sneaking suspicion that you were a victim of infidelity as well. Just because you never caught it, doesn’t mean it never happened.

“I just-” 

“-You know what,” he cut you off, holding a palm up to you, “why don’t you let me get cleaned up a little and then I can take you somewhere a little nicer to talk about this.” 

Your eyes widened and you felt your face start to heat up at the idea of “going somewhere” to “talk” with this man. 

You dreaded what he meant by ‘clean up’, the idea that he’d be showering with only a door or a room, at most, between you was making you ashamedly wet. 

You could only pray that Issei didn’t notice the way you unconsciously squirmed in your seat.

And lucky for you, he didn’t. He was far too busy trying to figure out how to get himself to his bathroom without you noticing the sizable tent he could feel beginning to pitch. The only thing helping calm him down from being in the same room as you was the painful reminder that you were his brother’s fiance, along with the mention of what his brother had done to him 10 years ago. 

“Okay. I’ll just wait here” you said, nodding as you focused your gaze on your lap, desperately trying to hide your look of embarrassment from Issei as he walked past you to his bedroom. 

He closed the door with some kind of ‘make yourself at home’ comment, but once again, you were too preoccupied with your own arousal and ergo embarrassment to reply.

It was only when you’d calmed down a bit did you get up and explore the living room of his apartment. You were surprised to find it littered with not only human anatomy books and atlases (which was to be expected considering his career) but also with books filled with art, and even sketchbooks filled with what you assumed to be his own drawings. 

In fact, now that you were looking closer, you could tell that Issei was something of an artist as well, the biggest hint being an easel and half-painted canvas in the corner of the room. 

You couldn't help yourself, and went to inspect the work. When you got closer you could see the faint sketch lines on the canvas, and when you looked up from the painting to the window that it faced you saw the pieces of paper taped to the window, references for the painting. 

You wanted to say that the painting of the woman was embarrassing. You wanted to say that the sketches of her nude body were scandalous, but you couldn't help but fixate on the beauty of Issei’s work. 

The drawings made you feel warm inside, they made you feel seen. 

If you squinted, the woman in the drawings almost looked like what you saw when you looked in the mirror. Of course you’d never seen anyone like yourself depicted in any art, so the feeling was definitely new but for some reason, you couldn't stop the warmth that started in your chest from traveling down to rest between your thighs. 

And the more you looked at the drawings, the worse it got, as you noticed more sketches, some having the plus size woman drawn in different lewd poses, her curves almost highlighted due to the morning light coming through the paper. 

You got so lost in the art that it almost felt like you were the woman in the drawings and that you could feel Issei watching you… memorizing your shape so that he could sketch you. 

Your whole body was on fire as your fingers brushed against the papers on the window, tracing the figures outlines with one hand while gliding across your own outline with the other. 

Normally you wouldn’t be caught dead acting like this, but it was like Issei’s work had you in a trance. The art mixed with the idea that there was a wet and very naked Issei less than 20 feet away from you had gone straight to your head, almost making you dizzy. 

You didn’t know how long you’d been looking at the sketches, and you definitely hadn’t known that Issei had walked out of his bedroom to find you staring at his work a couple of minutes ago. 

He knew that he should’ve at least tried to hide all of the shameless drawings of you, for god’s sake he’d only met you for 10 minutes yesterday. But you had haunted him, the only way he was able to sleep last night was after drawing you in all of the poses he longed to see you in. 

So he stood silently in the doorway, watching as you traced his work, did you not realize it was you that he had drawn? Unless you were some sort of exhibitionist, you’d never be okay with some strange man you’d just met drawing you, much less drawing you as a nude model. 

He let it go on for another minute or two, he wanted to let himself memorize your body again, he didn't know if he’d ever have another chance to see you and he’d be damned if he let his painting go unfinished. But even as he watched you, committing your shape to memory, he couldn’t help the nagging desire to touch you, he told himself that he wanted to feel you because it’d make his art better, he told himself there was no other motive. 

He watched you finally move to the painting, watching you, he feared that if he let you continue you’d recognize yourself seeing as the painting held more color and detail. 

“What do you think of it?” He asked, making you gasp as you jumped and whirled around to face him. 

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to snoop!” your eyes were wide and panicked, and yet he didn’t see any hint of recognition in them, hopefully meaning you still were unaware that you were the art’s model. 

“Don’t apologize…. But please… I want to know what you think.” 

You shyly turned back towards the canvas, not brave enough to compliment him to his face. 

“It’s beautiful… you’re really good.” you breathed, the heat almost unbearable now that he was in the room. 

“Only as good as my model.” he chuckled.

“Well she’s beautiful.” you complimented. 

You were ashamed to admit the twinge of jealousy you felt towards the model. You had to remember that you were engaged…. Well at least for now….. in a week…. who knows?

“I think so too.” Issei mumbled from behind you, you could hear him moving but you still didn’t have the courage to turn back around. 

You’d hoped that Issei couldn’t detect your arousal, but, of course, he could. What kind of artist would he be if he couldn’t observe? How else would he have looked at you close enough to paint you after just one meeting? 

That said, Issei was more than pleased to know that you wanted him just as urgently as he needed you. He wondered if you’d lost sleep over it like him. Even at the risk of sounding naive or rash he wanted to ask you if you’d thought of him last night, as you walked home alone, as you slipped on your night clothes, as you drifted off to sleep. 

He felt like a love-sick puppy, a feeling he hadn’t let himself feel ever since the love of his life walked out on him. Of course, with you standing in front of him who knows if she’s truly been his soulmate. If she had been his soulmate then why did you make him feel like this? 

“Do you-” the words died on your tongue as you turned to find Issei directly behind you. The two of you were now close enough for him to see the way your breath caught in your chest. 

You knew you should’ve stepped back, even risked knocking over the painting to get away, but it felt like your feet were superglued to the floor. You could hear Issei’s heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at you, staring into your eyes as you couldn’t help but stare back. 

“Don’t you recognize her?” he whispered, his eyes darting down to your lips. 

“I’m sorry?” 

Your voice was barely audible, but at least it wasn’t shaking as Issei rested his hands on our shoulders and guided you to turn back towards the painting. 

“Isn’t she familiar?” 

His lips were right next to your right ear now, his breath warm as it tickled your jaw. 

You stayed silent as you tried to focus on the artwork, somewhere deep inside, you knew exactly where this was going, but you had no power to stop it. You didn’t even think you wanted to. 

“I don’t know” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt Issei’s palms travel down your sides to rest on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly. 

“Look again.” he urged, placing his teeth over your pulse, scraping the skin as he started to massage your hips. 

You forced your eyes open, your vision feeling unfocused as you tried to search for familiarity in the lines. It was only when Issei turned your body away from the painting, causing your eyes to drift to the full length mirror propped against a bookshelf, that you gasped in realization. 

It was you. 

And holy shit was that hot. 

You felt Issei grin against your skin, that grin you’d seen him constantly sporting since he’d met you, and you couldn’t stop the quiet whine from leaving your chest. 

You pressed yourself back into him, feeling him pressed against the curve of your ass, making him groan. 

“Fuck…” he hissed, his hips jerked at the unexpected pressure, making you giggle in response.

He backed away from you, grinning to himself when you spun around, your lips downturned in disappointment. 

“Come with me to bed.” He said, taking your hand in his. 

You raised your eyebrow at him, a small smile coming over your face.

This morning was all the push you’d needed to break things off with his brother. You had definitely made up your mind to that. Plus…. even if Issei wasn’t looking for revenge against his brother… you were. 

But still… that didn’t mean you didn’t want Issei to work for it. 

“Hmm… why should I?” you teased, following his lead as he backed into his bedroom. 

The grin never dropped from his face, if anything it got more confident. He knew he had you in the palm of your hand, but he also knew that you had him in the palm of yours. 

“You really gonna make me beg for it sweetheart?” he asked, pulling you against him and switching your places. You bit your lip as you felt the bed pressing up against the backs of your legs. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down till his face was level with yours.

“You would look good on your knees.” you whispered, your lips brushing his. 

You felt him twitch against your hip as he cursed under his breath, looking away from your eyes. 

Issei knew he needed to pace himself, if you kept teasing him like that this would be over before it started and he definitely couldn’t have that happening. 

“Wait, what’re you- hey!” you gasped as Issei pushed you back to where you were sitting on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” you asked as you cautiously watched him lower himself to his knees, his hands spreading your legs to let him kneel between your thighs. 

“I thought you wanted me to beg…” he teased, laying his cheek against the inside of one of your spread thighs as he looked up at you. 

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your brain was short wiring at the sight of the dark haired man kneeling between your legs, his hands were so big, his fingers gripping your calves, coaxing you to spread your legs further for him. 

You said nothing as you tangled your fingers through his hair, pulling softly to force his gaze up to yours. 

His face was red and his pupils blown out, the sight was so erotic you thought you’d cum on the spot. You didn’t know anyone could ever find you this attractive, but as he let out a quiet whine, staring at you through half-lidded eyes, you realized a scary thought. 

The thought that this man might want you even more than you wanted him. 

“please…” he mumbled, pressing his head into your hand, willing you to guide him where he so desperately wanted to be. “...wanna taste you…”

You felt like you’d taken a nine-iron to the chest. But god did you feel powerful. 

You tightened your grip on his hair, as you felt him work off your pants, pulling your soaked panties off with them, biting his lip at the feeling of the damp spot in the center of them. 

“You’re so pretty….” you sighed, letting him go to rake your fingers over his scalp, “You wanna eat me out?” 

He nodded, his tongue wetting his lips as he practically drooled over the sight of your bare cunt. 

He wanted to paint you like this, spread out for him like a fucking masterpiece. But that would have to wait.

He could feel his head weeping against the front of his sweatpants, he’d (thankfully) gone commando in hopes of being where he was now, unfortunately that meant the feeling of the fleece lining was unbearable as he tried to ignore it, focusing on your pleasure first. 

Without another word, you laced your fingers back through his hair and pushed his head down between your legs, gasping as you felt his lips quickly attach to your clit, wrapping around it and sucking, making your thighs snap shut around his head. 

“fuck….” you gasped, obviously not expecting that overwhelming intensity right out of the gate.

Issei just moaned into you, bucking his hips at the feeling of your thighs pressed against his ears, he ran his hands up your legs to your stomach, guiding you to lay down on your back before hiking your knees over his shoulders. 

And despite your position above him, you were completely powerless to his touch, leaning when he told you to, hesitantly opening your legs back up to allow him greater access. 

When Issei felt your thighs loosen around his head he nearly cried, but he would have your legs wrapped around his head again, for now he needed to bring you to orgasm as fast as possible.

He pushed you further back onto the bed, helping you lay on your back as he repositioned himself between your legs, his hips pressing his hardened cock into the bedsheets. 

His lips pressed to the insides of your thighs, sucking bruises into the skin as your fingers grasped at the sheets behind you.

“You’re so pretty” he muttered into your skin, looking up at you in awe as your chest heaved. 

You doubt that you looked any kind of attractive right now, and yet Issei stared up at you like a sinner to a priestess. 

“Please…” you gasped, your back arching away from the bed.

“Shhhh… I know…” he whispered, his mouth traveling back to your core, his tongue dipping between your folds, making you practically cry for more. 

Issei’s brows were knit together, all of his being focused on not cumming in his pants from your taste. He wanted more…. he needed more. 

“please…” he whimpered “...can I use my fingers?”

“N-mhm- yes..yes-please….” you gasped, crying out because as soon as you said it two of his fingers bullied their way into your pussy. 

You cried from the burn of it, which melted into moans as his lips soothed your clit while his fingers curled inside of you. 

It was gentle at first, he settled on warming you up to his fingers, gently pulling and pushing them in and out of you, kissing your clit with each plea or whine. 

But as soon as he felt you relax, it started. He began with just sissoring his fingers inside of you, wanting to stretch you out for his cock before you came.

But as soon as you whimpered the words “..’m close Issei..” he abandoned all patience, pressing his fingers into your g-spot as he scraped his teeth against your clit, making you cry out. 

You tried to close your legs around his head again, but he caught one of your thighs with his free hand and pressed it back down against the bed, forcing you to stay open for him. 

You tossed your head against the sheets, whining how good it was as Issei buried his fingers into you again and again, pushing at your g-spot until you felt you high coming towards you like a freight train. 

“Fuck…-gonna cum…Issei, ‘m gonna cum…” 

“Shit..” Issei moaned against your clit, making you jerk against his face, your stomach clenching at the vibrations it sends through your body.

“come on, Sweetheart…. I want you to cum from my fingers…..please…” 

Issei  leaned back to watch your face as you came, feeling his cock twitch desperately in his pants at the sight of you gasping for air as your legs twitched beside his head. 

You couldn’t form a single thought as you felt the wave of your orgasm wash over you, making your mind fuzzy as tears threatened to fall down your face. 

Issei worked you through your orgasm, whispering praise against your thighs as he pressed his thumbs into your hips, massaging his fingers into the curve of your ass. 

Eventually he worked his way back up your body until his chest covered yours and his hips ground against your thigh, reminding you that this was very much, not over. 

Issei could look at you forever. If he thought you were beautiful before, you were absolutely breathtaking now, basking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

God he needed you. He was convinced he’d need you for the rest of his life. 

Still breathless from your high, you hooked a hand around the back of Issei’s neck and pulled him towards you, catching his lips in yours. 

He moaned as your fingers pressed into his nape, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He could feel his brain getting fuzzier by the second, he wanted to cum.

 bad. 

And you could tell with the way he tried to angle his hips away from you, trying to create the least amount of friction against himself as possible. 

It was almost cute in a way, it’d been a while since someone needed you this badly, like a hormonal teenager. The only reason it wasn’t cute was because you needed him just as badly. You were ready for him now, your core twitching at the thought of it. 

Before Issei knew what had happened, you flipped the two of you around, pinning him to the mattress as your ass rested dangerously snug against his clothed cock. 

“Wai-” he started but you cut him off, pressing one of your perfectly manicured nails to his lips. 

“It's my turn to have fun.” you said, offering a playful wink before crawling back down the bed to come face to face with his erection. 

You could tell that it was painful by now, the only thing preventing it from standing to its full potential was his sweatpants.

Issei thanked god they were black, he’d leaked so much pre by now it probably looked like he already lost it. 

Not that you would’ve minded, in fact you were face to face with his tent wishing the pants were gray for that exact reason.

You decided not to be cruel and pulled his pants down, trying (and failing) to hide your surprise when he finally sprang free. 

“Fuck…” Issei gasped above you, his fingers gripping his bedsheets, trying not to cum from the look in your eyes.

“You’re so pretty Issei…” you swooned, he winced as your fingers wrapped around him, making you giggle. “Such a pretty boy…” you gave an experimental tug, biting your lip when his hips jumped off of the bed and a whimper slipped out of him. 

“Do you want me to help you feel good, pretty?” 

Issei could feel his face burn in humiliation as he nodded feverishly, he couldn’t help it, he’d do whatever you told him to no matter how embarrassing, for you, he’d do it. 

You moaned as you took him into your mouth, your hand using his precum to stroke what couldn’t fit. 

“Fuck…” Issei whined, his hips twitching out of his control with the way you worked him. 

He felt like he couldn't breathe, and you only made it worse as you came off of him, only to turn your focus downwards, wrapping your tongue around his balls, taking them into your mouth. 

“Shit… wai-fuck…”  

You went back to his head, swiping your tongue across the slit, flicking your wrist as you stroked him closer to his high. You knew that he was close by the way his knuckles were white, gripping the sheets as he gasped and panted above you, begging you to slow down. 

He really did look so pretty like this, biting his bottom lip while he tried not to cum too soon. It suited him much better than that stupid fucking smirk he always had on. 

“Come on Issei…” you coaxed, your hand quickening its pace as his breathing grew even more ragged, “show me how good you feel…” 

Issei made the mistake of peering down at your face, you were staring at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you grinned. That’s what made him lose it, the sight of you making him grunt and shake as he released, whimpering as you made a show of catching it on your tongue.

“What a good boy…” you praised, licking up anything that managed to land on his pelvis, enjoying the feeling of his hips shaking beneath your taste buds. 

“It’s too bad though…” you said, sticking your bottom lip out in a fake pout as you sat back on your knees watching as Issei’s head raised off the bed to look at you, “‘cause I’m not tired yet.” 

You giggled as Issei’s head dropped back down with a groan, he obviously knew where this was going. 

You crawled back over him, positioning your hips over his, stroking him, trying to get him hard again. 

“Wait” he pleaded, 2 minutes, that’s all he needed and then he could do it again, he just needed two minutes. 

You decided to be nice and settled on just grinding against him. 

“you’re no fun.” you mumbled, leaning down to leave your own bite marks, something you didn’t doubt he’d done to you already.

You settled on his chest, admiring how soft his skin was, you bit into it, surprised at how hard the muscle was below. 

Yes, you knew that he was really fucking built when you saw him in just his sweatpants, you even knew he was built when you saw just how broad his shoulders looked in his nicely tailored work suit, but you were surprised just how strong he felt under your fingertips. 

Maybe it was the fact he’d let you take control this whole time that made you for some reason think that he couldn't pin you down if he wanted to, but now you knew, he definitely could. 

And god was that a tempting image. 

Knowing that he could easily overpower you, could easily force your face into the mattress as he fucked you, but chose to listen to you so nicely was so fucking attractive.

You felt yourself tighten around nothing, keening as your clit caught against the head of his cock when you rubbed yourself against him. 

“So good…” you moaned, resting your forehead against his chest, grinding down on his cock.

Issei decided he’d had enough, he was ready whether his dick was hard again or not. Which it was. How could it not be with you on top of him? He could feel your arousal, it made it almost impossible not to just slip his cock into you.

“Please….” he breathed, “...fuck please….” 

You giggled from your place above him, leaning back to where you sat against his hips, comfortably sat with him wedged between your thighs. 

“Come on Issei….how should I know what you want me to do?….” 

Issei just whined beneath you, his body practically shaking under your touch. You brought your hands up to rest on his chest rather than the sheets on either side of his head. 

“Please…..” he gasped again, his toes curling into the sheets when your prettily manicured nails circled his nipples. 

You just grinned, dragging your hands up his neck, circling to his nape to hold his head, forcing him to look into your half-lidded eyes. 

You leaned down towards him, grinding down onto him as you placed pecks on his face, starting from the edge of his lips… then to the arch of his nose… and finally up across his jaw, landing next to his left ear. 

“What honey….” you cooed, loving the way you could feel his chest heaving beneath yours as you pressed your tits to him, as if his brain had melted already. 

Issei whined, pressing his eyes closed, trying not to cum like a fucking loser before he even had the chance to be inside of you. 

“.... you want some pussy, Baby?...” 

“Oh fuck…. Please-please-please…. want it so bad…” Issei whimpered, his fingers leaving the sheets to grip the fat of your hips, undoubtedly hard enough to bruise. 

You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t so pathetic. 

Without another word, you reached under you, and all in one go grabbed his cock and slid onto it, gasping as you took it to the hilt on the first try. 

Issei’s vision went white as he felt you press yourself down onto him, the pulse of your cunt around him making him dizzy, making him whip his head away, trying to hide from you as he let out a choked sob, along with stuttered, breathy ‘thank you’s.

“Fuck baby…” you groaned, reaching back up to cradle issei’s face with your hands, “.....feel you in my fucking throat….” 

“..yeah?..... can I move…fuck-please…” Issei pleaded, making you wince with the force that his nails were digging into your hips. 

“Fuck…” you dropped your head down, pressing your face into the nook of his neck, trying to stay strong, trying to stay in control as you felt your brain going fuzzy and your tummy turn to jelly. “...yes… please fuck me-ahh-” 

You weren’t even able to finish the sentence before Issei’s hips started snapping into you from underneath, the force of his thrusts bouncing you against his chest. You moaned, feeling the air getting repeatedly knocked out of your lungs. 

“Shit- slow-slow down Issei…” you winced out, the feeling of him slamming into you so fast was too much too early. If he kept going like this you’d both be done in no time. 

“not so much baby…” you said again, trying to catch Issei’s attention after failing the first time, but unfortunately for you he was long gone, the only thing on his mind was pounding into you until you came all over his cock. 

Issei couldn’t even hear you as you begged once more for him to slow down, he coudln’t hear anything over the sounds of his own moans and grunts paired with his hard breaths and of course the wet sounds of your cunt as he fucked into you like a fucking rabbit in rut. 

He swore to god that there was nothing better than this, than the sound of you moaning above him as he drilled into you, his hands gripping the swell of your ass as you bounced on his cock. 

It wasn’t long before you gave up on trying to take it slow, releasing yourself to the pleasure of Issei’s cock pushing at your walls while you cried into his neck, whimpering encouragement into his skin, trying your best to meet his thrusts. 

“Oh my goddd….” you gasped after a particularly hard thrust, feeling his tip ram against your cervix when he adjusted you on top of him, bringing his heels up to dig into the mattress to allow him to fuck you even harder. 

Your chest was no longer resting against his as the new angle forced you to lean back, barely giving you time to bring your arms behind you to support yourself as he used you. 

Issei almost cried at the new position, not only because now he could push into you faster and harder, but because now with every thrust he could watch the way your tits bounced and your eyes rolled back into your head. 

He could feel the itch of his orgasm starting in his gut, making him panic at the thought of this ending, at the thought of you getting up and walking out of his life after he scares you away with his intensity. Incidentally, the panic is also what allowed him to finally tune back into his surroundings, tune back into anything other than the feeling of your cunt squeezing him. 

“Isseiiiii…” he heard you beg, your voice further ripping him out of his trance, he stilled inside of you, despite every fiber of his being saying not to.

It was only when he stopped that he noticed the way your arms were shaking under you, threatening to give out. 

“Fuck…” he said, scrambing to sit up further on the bed, wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you into him, allowing your arms to take a much needed break as he pulled your weight properly into his lap. “I’m sorry…” he whispered against your shoulder, “fuck ‘m sorry…. you just feel so good…” 

He let you catch your breath, whispering apologies as he sucked more marks into your skin, his hips grinding his pelvis against your clit, making you gasp and keen as his tip rubbed against your g-spot inside of you. 

This was almost worse than when he was moving, yeah it felt good, fuck it felt so good that you could barely remember your name, much less the reason you’d wanted him to slow down, but if he continued like this you knew you’d finish for a second time, and while you really wanted to finish, you wanted him to finish inside of you first. 

“Issei…” you moaned, leaning away from him to look into his eyes, your cunt tightening around him at the sight of his blown out pupils and red cheeks, making him whine. “Issei let me lay down Baby…” 

He nodded aimlessly, his eyes focused only on your tits as you slid off of him, laying down beside him, hoping he’d take the hint to climb over you and continue. 

Thankfully he did, or at least got half of the hint. He climbed over you, his forearms framing your face as he resumed grinding himself against you, his cock slick with your arousal as it continued gliding between the folds of your pussy, the tip catching your clit with every stroke, making you both shake against each other. 

“...ngh- please baby….” Issei whined against your neck, “...please lemme fuck….” 

Your head was thrown back against the sheets, as you moaned out for him, wrapping your arms down and around him, raking your nails against his lower back, making him shiver and whine against you. 

“Go ahead baby…” you urged, spreading your legs further for him, “...make me cum” 

That was all Issei needed to resume the godless pace he’d set earlier, lining himself up with your hole before hammering you further into the mattress. 

You gasped below him, once again feeling him deep enough to wonder if he’d somehow broken your cervix with the power behind his thrusts. 

He was drunk on you, whining a repetitive ‘yes, yes, yes’ into your skin before you decidedly to shut him up, gripping his hair and guiding his mouth to one of your nipples. 

You both moaned as he latched on, sucking hard enough to make your walls squeeze, practically choking his dick as he continued humping into you like a love-sick puppy. You could feel him twitching inside of you, telling you that he was also close. 

“Fuck issei…” you begged, pressing his face closer to your chest, smothering him with your tits as he moaned and jerked into you. 

At this point your couldn’t tell who was fucking who, with the way your hips were arching off of the mattress to meet his thrusts, making you both cry as his cock dragged against your insides perfectly. 

“Fuck Issei, ‘m close…” you breathed, intentionally squeezing his cock, trying to get him to cum before you fell off that cliff.

 He pulled himself off of your chest just long enough to whimper “fuck-me too baby…” before sending whiny vibrations back through your body as he licked and bit at your tits. 

“Yeah?” you asked, “you gonna ask me if you can cum inside?” 

You felt him jerk inside of you at the thought. 

“D’ you wanna cum inside Issei?” you whispered into his ear, biting your lip as he nodded against you, his mouth never leaving your nipple but a pathetic whine coming out of the back of his throat as his thrusts started getting messy and out of sync. 

You could both tell that the other was close, and while Issei desperately wanted to make you cum first, you both knew that he wasn’t the one in charge right now. 

Issei fucked into you with a continuous stream of ‘please’ coming from his lips between each pant, his thrusts were getting sharper and off beat as he felt his balls starting to pull up, getting ready to shoot his load into you. But he was determined, he wanted to feel you creaming around his cock before he finally filled you. 

But of course, you had other plans, your fingers reaching down to dig your nails into his ass cheeks, helping him keep the tempo of his hips slamming into you steady. Your cunt felt so fucking good for him, warm and tight and twitching as your release threatened to rear its head. 

It was a silent battle of who’d break first, until you took his earlobe between your teeth and whispered into his ear. 

“come on issei, give me your cum…. Please…” 

That finally pushed him over the edge, making him cry against your chest as he tried to pull himself out of you to finish, thinking that you were just saying to finish inside to make him cum.

But as soon as you felt him try to pull out, you dug your nails deeper into the skin of his ass, pressing his body flush to yours as you felt the ropes of his cum start filling you up. 

“Fuck… oh my god….” Issei gasped against you, his legs jerking and abs flexing against you as he felt you milking him dry. 

The feeling of his cum pushed you into your release as well, making you throw your head back, mouth open as a silent moan ripped through you, your back arching as you felt yourself gushing, your mixed release dripping down your ass and Issei’s balls, no doubt soaking into Issei’s sheets. 

Even if Issei said something to you right then, you didn’t hear it, it was like you lost all ability to do anything other than stare at the ceiling, feeling the waves of your orgasm rocking through your body. 

And Issei honestly wasn’t much better, laying against your chest as his hips twitched in the aftermath, making you whine below him as his softening tip rubbed his cum into your raw walls. 

Eventually though, Issei came back to, pushing himself back up onto his forearms to make sure you were ok. He just found you staring at his ceiling, your mind still blank and fucked out. 

He brought a hand up, brushing your hair out of your face, kissing from your lips to your forehead, whispering ‘thank you’s’ and ‘you did so good for me’s’ as he gently pulled out and left to get a cloth to clean you up. 

Somewhere along the process of Issei dragging the warm cloth across your skin, you remembered to feel self conscious due to the light streaming in through the bedroom window’s blinds. 

Issei just tsked at your attempts to cover yourself with your hands, did you miss the last hour? He was fucking obsessed with you. You were fucking perfect to him. Fuck, not just to him, you were just perfect. 

“Stop.” he grumbled, pulling your hand away from your stomach and replacing it with his own, gripping the plush of it between his fingers, groaning when you whined and jerked against him. 

You just rolled your eyes, obviously it was pointless to argue with the man who’d just sucked your tits and gave you probably the strongest orgasm of your life. 

“Whatever” you groaned, trying to push him away from you so you could at least retreat to the bathroom. Another plan, which he gladly spoiled as he latched onto you even tighter, abandoning the washcloth and opting to kiss across your neck, trying to distract you from the thought of leaving. 

“Come on….” he whispered into your neck, pulling your body against him, groaning at the softness of it, “come take a shower with me… and then….” he reached down to your tits, tracing their outline again with his fingers. 

“And then let me draw you again…” 

“What am I gonna tell your brother?” you asked, hoping to kill the mood to at least be able to slip from Issei’s grasp, enough to let you leave both of the brothers’ lives without doing more damage. 

But Issei just laughed, still tightening his hold on you, forcing you to stay with him in bed. 

“Just tell him the truth” 

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” you said, side-eyeing Issei, watching him grin down at you with that familiar grin. 

“That you’re gonna marry the better brother.” 

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[prettyboytsum]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ complaining about his size cw: afab! reader, daddy kink, slightly possessive, initial discomfort disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni! wc: 302

“‘s too big, can’t fit!” you whine, bucking your hips as he starts pushing the tip of his large cock into you. tears pricking as you let out a soft moan of discomfort—hands on his chest as you instinctively try to push him away. "too big, daddy!" “i know, baby. i know,” he murmurs reassuringly into your ear. one hand playing with your clit as he tries to dull the pain of accommodating his girth. “but don’t you wanna be a good girl for me, hm? wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

you let out a gasp, now gripping his shoulders as you nod frantically. you bite your lip, a muffled squeal leaving you as he pushes another inch in.

“oh fuck, gotta relax for me, yeah? sucking me in, can’t even move, princess,” he groans, hiding in the crook of your neck as he pushes deeper. you let out another whine, the pain mixing in with pleasure as you start bucking your hips to chase a familiar high. “atta girl, we’ll make it fit.”

“so big—so big,” you blabber mindlessly as he bottoms out, both of you moaning in unison.

“daddy too big for you?” he whispers, planting wet kisses on his neck. his tone is hardly apologetic—if anything, it’s almost mocking. “daddy too big for his pretty pussy?”

you nod dumbly, loud whines escaping your lips as he pulls out before pushing himself back in. his thrusts become more aggressive as his fingers tweak and pull on every inch of skin he can hold onto.

“too bad, princess,” he growls, pinning your wrists above your head as he leans against your legs so that you’re practically folded in half. “because it's the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck you this good.”

toji, suna, geto, eren, sukuna, daichi, reiner, ushijima, iwaizumi, tsukishima

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[nova-amor]

thinking about men who read your romantic novels aloud to you, acting as your personal narrator. they’d impersonate the characters, twisting their tongues and enunciating each spoken word in the character’s faux accent. their pitch rising each time they read through the main female character’s perspective. they’d make a whole show of it, entertaining you with their perfomance while adding a few verbal annotations to the script. the only thing they’d ask for in return is for your warm mouth to be wrapped around their shaft while they read, your tongue rolling along the bumpy edges of the mushroom tip as you rest between their legs. they’d give your head a pet at the end of each chapter, an eyebrow raised as his cock twitched in your mouth, your pleading words for him to “read another chapter” reverberating around his cock.

[joyaphoria]

"it's 10:15 pm," sakusa groans, squinting his eyes at the outline of a figure making a poor attempt at crawling in through his bedroom window.

the best course of action would probably have been to jump out of bed and shove the intruder back out the window, but after the first few times it's happened, sakusa learned to simply accept that you're just never going to be normal.

he only rolls his eyes annoyingly when you get tangled up in your own limbs, leaving you to tumble onto the floor. "omi!" you exclaim as you quickly recover, kicking off your shoes as you throw yourself onto his bed. "i missed you soo much!"

"i was only away for a day," he sighs, biting his tongue before he could add 'clearly not long enough'.

"and still it felt like forever," you whine, sprawling out on his bed. "i was all alone at lunch, it was horrible."

sakusa doesn't bother to point out the fact that you could've eaten lunch with your other friends, because he knows how you feel about them already. 'you know how they are,' you'll say, disapointement clouding your usually cheerful eyes, 'you know what they say about me.'

and although sakusa has always been a straightforward realist, never one to beat around the bush, he'd rather keep his mouth shut than to bring up a topic that he knows would ruin your mood.

"did you eat?" he asks instead, leaning over to flick on the lamp on his bedside table, the tiny bulb lighting up the room.

you nod cheerfully, before pulling out a container of oreos from behind your back. "i brought these for us today, but when i couldn't find you i decided i would just bring them to you instead!"

he doesn't bother to tell you that he’s never liked oreos, the filling far too sweet for him to enjoy. he takes one anyways, carefully pulling apart the cookie and plopping the part without the filing into his mouth.

“no eating on my bed,” he scolds, watching as you freeze, two of the overly sugary treats already stuffed in your mouth. he absently shudders at the thought of micro sized cookie crumbs sprinkled under his sheets, too small to fish out, but just big enough to drive his sensory issues through the roof.

you nod apologetically and finish chewing the cookies in your mouth, placing the plastic container on his bedside table. then, you lie flat on your stomach, plop up your chin on your arms, and stare at him.

“what?” he bites out, pulling his bedsheets up higher to cover his chest, all of a sudden aware of the fact that he was only in his boxers.

you notice the subtle gesture however, and when your eyes quickly dart down to catch his bare shoulders, the corner of your mouth twitches up. 

“omi,” you purr, as your eyes narrow to slits and the smirk he’s unknowingly grown weak for appears.

“you’re absolutely insufferable,” he huffs, picking up one of his pillows and launches it at your head, though you dodge it with your arm.

you push yourself up on all fours, slowly crawling towards him with that same look in your eye, the one that knocks all the air out of kiyoomi’s lungs and leaves him shuddering. still, he refuses to back up or turn away as you reach him, leaning in closer until you’re practically sharing the same air as him.

his heart pounds rapidly as he wills himself to hold out, to keep a straight face even though you’re so, so close, your hands on either side of his hips, your knees between his legs, and your mouth, your mouth—

your eyes dart down to his lips. his eyes dart down to yours.

he shoves you off quickly, scoffing as he lays on his side and yanks the covers up to his neck. “time to go,” he dismisses you, ignoring the way you’re laughing as the heat creeps up his neck and, well, his crotch.

recovering from your fit of giggles, you move to lie on your side to face him, but he interrupts you before you can crawl under the sheets. “no outside clothes under my sheets,” he hisses, shuddering at the thought of all you dirt you would be dragging into his bed, especially considering you came in through his window.

you arch your eyebrow playfully, and just as he’s realizing what he said, you lift your arms and pull your hoodie over your head, revealing the thin — oh so thin — fabric of your tank top, and the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra. kiyoomi doesn’t notice he’s been staring until you pull off your sweatpants in one swift motion, revealing a hidden pair of boxers underneath.

oh my god.

if he was red earlier, he must’ve been a dark shade of purple by now. 

he turns onto his other side, taking in a deep, silent inhale. his best friend. you’re his best friend. “i said to go home,” he repeats, but his head is screaming, begging you to touch him, to hold him, to run your fingertips up and down his arm, to wrap your hand around his pulsing, aching d—

“i can’t,” you sigh, and kiyoomi curses the name of every single one of his ancestors watching over him when he feels your body press against him from behind, and he has to bite hard into his bottom lip to stop himself from groaning.

what the fuck. grow a fucking pair, kiyoomi.

“then go sleep on the side of the road,” he mutters, inhaling sharply when your hands snakes across his waist, the cool skin of your arm shocking the warmness of his chest.

“oh but you’d much rather me here, wouldn’t you?”

kiyoomi curses once again. in his head, of course. or was it out loud?

“don’t play games with me,” he warns, squeezing his eyes shut when your hand snakes dangerously low.

“but you’re just so much fun,” you coo against the tenderness of his neck, your hand tracing down the fine lines of his chest, down to his v-line, then thumbing at the waistband of his boxers.

“y/n,” he bites out. your hand slips under his boxers. his hips jerk.

in less than two seconds you’re pinned beneath him on his mattress as he hovers over you, chest heaving and a knee between your thighs.

“what’s this, omi?” you call out playfully, lifting your hand between your faces and you spread apart your fingers, the stickiness of a substance stretching along with it.

he’s going to hell.

he pushes his knee upwards, firmly, and you gasp, gripping onto his forearm and your hips jolt and you whimper.

his dick jumps in his boxers.

he watches as you try to subtly grind against his knee, desperate for any kind of friction, the sultry facade fallen.

this is going to be a long night.

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚂𝚊𝚢 𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝙸 𝙼𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚂𝚎𝚡

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Genuinely, every time I look for exhibitionism/public sex fics I can’t find ones that are actually Public Sex the best I get is Semi Public Sex (not properly tagged as such 😒) So I’m fixing that.

Most of these Prompts + Characters have been paired up with a Picker Wheel with Characters and Prompts/Scenarios I predetermined(Most, because there’s a Free Space that shows up a couple times, fair warning the Picker Wheel REALLY seemed to like ABO)

There will be a couple repeat prompts but they will all be original stories :)

Links will be added as the fics are posted!! First one coming on January 1st, 2024!!

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Characters and their Prompts(picked by Picker Wheel):

𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕜 - Public Handjob|Fingering|Oral(ft restaurant)

𝔸𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕒 - ABO Untimely Heat(ft Unknown Omega/First Heat, stepcest, claiming|mating)(cw: includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest and large age gap(R: early 20s, A: late 40s-early 50s))

𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕜𝕚 𝕋𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚 - ABO Pack Omega(ft A!Kiri, A!Fatgum, A!Mirio, B!Midoriya, B!Nejire, B!Tsu)(ft Pack Alpha!Tamaki)

𝕋𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕋𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦 - Showcase(Public Worship)(ft incest)(cw: includes sibling incest)

𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝔼𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕦 - Birthday (ft Bakusquad, honorary Shinsou + Tetsutetsu)(ft sharing w Tetsutetsu+Spit Roasting)(ft ABO)(ft O!Kat, A!Hanta, B!Denki, O!Mina, A!Toshi, A!Tetsu + Pack Alpha!Kiri)(cw: includes polyamory and underage(17))

𝕃𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕟 (ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥) - Party(ft sitting in his lap, teeth, show off, human present)(GN!Reader, no pronouns or genitalia descriptions)

𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣(𝕆𝕓𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕖!) - Movie Night(Sitting in his lap)(ft Oviposition)(cw: includes Oviposition and background incest between the Demon Bros)

𝕂𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣���� 𝔻𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚 - Outside Filming (ft Kirishima Eijirou)(ft Festival/Fireworks, on a blanket, Spit Roasting)

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕠 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒 - Naïveté|Under the Influence(cw: includes drug use(marijuana))

𝕀𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕪𝕒 - Public Masturbation(ft on a park bench)

𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕛𝕚 𝕄𝕖𝕫𝕠𝕦 - Claiming|Jealousy(ft oblivious to flirting)(mini cw: includes kinda creepy guys pretending to be your friends)

𝕁𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕜 - False Privacy (AMAB!GN!Reader; no pronouns but male genitalia)

𝕌𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕞𝕒 - Public Breastfeeding (turned?) Lewd(Casual Breastfeeding)(ft stepcest, Mommy Kink(No Femdom))(cw: includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest and underage and Age Gap(R: early to mid 30s, M: 17))

ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕜𝕦 - Sharing (ft Nara Shikamaru+Double Pen)(ft ABO, Incest)(cw: includes parent-child incest and underage(R: 15, Sm: 17))

𝕋𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕚 𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕚/𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣 - Forced to Watch(Infidelity)(ft Todoroki Shouto)(ft Stolen|Payback)(cw: contains Infidelity with Cheater!Shouto and Age Gap(R: mid to late 20s, E: late 40s - mid 50s))

𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕂𝕖𝕚 - Ritual|Initiation(ft Kuroo Tetsurou + Bokuto Koutarou)(ft voyeurism)

𝕌𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕒 𝕀𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚 - Sex Ed(Demonstration)(ft Uchiha Sasuke)(ft Stepcest)(cw: includes stepsibling stepcest and underage(R: 15, S: 17))

ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 - School(Sex Ed; Demonstration)(ft Konoha 13 boys)(ft teacher/student|age gap, incest)(cw: includes parent-child incest and underage(R: 16))

ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕦 - ABO Public Breeding(ft Claiming|Mating, sex ed, teacher/student|age gap)(cw: includes age gap(R: 16/17, S: mid to late 20s to early 30s) and underage)

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕦 ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 - Power Establishment(Gang|Mafia)(ft Stolen|Payback, cock warming)(ft Bakugou)

𝕌𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕎𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 - Group Get Together(ft Haikyuu Captains + partners)(ft oral cock warming, no touching(self))(GN!Reader; no pronouns or genitalia descriptions)

𝕌𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕖 - Merfolk(Aquarium|Enclosure || Tail, teeth + claws)(ft claiming|mating, knotting)

𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝(𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕒) - Royalty/Making an Heir (ft Royal Doctor!Julian + Spectator!Asra)(ft having an audience)

𝔸𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕚 - Free Space!(ft Cock warming before a game, nipple play)

𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕋𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕦 - Monster/Human(Teeth + Claws, Tentacles)(ft knotting, Aquarium|Enclosure)

𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚 - Bar|Club (ft size kink)(cw: includes underage(16))

𝕀𝕟𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕓𝕒 - Free Space!(ft Royalty|Making an Heir, ABO, Breeding)

𝔸𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠 - ABO Public Breeding(ft Shino’s insects)(ft claiming|mating, oviposition)(cw: includes Oviposition and insects used in sexual scenario)

𝔸𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕚 - ABO Untimely Heat(unknown omega/first heat)(ft Shibi’s insects!)(cw: includes Oviposition and parent-child incest)

𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 - Power Establishment(ABO Public Breastfeeding)(ft knotting)

𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕦 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚 - Monster/Human(ft Tail, Teeth + Claws, Oviposition, Shore/Beach)(cw: includes Oviposition)

𝕆𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕦 - Free Space!(Monster/Human; Tail, Oviposition, hint of teeth)(ft Free Roam, claiming|mating, implied future claiming)(cw: includes Oviposition and being offered as a sacrifice(with the assumption Oro unalives the sacrifices))

𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟(𝕆𝕓𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕖!) - Claiming|Jealousy(space invasion)(ft Sharing w Beel, Double Pen)(cw: includes background incest between Mams and Beel and Polyamory)

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕫𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕠 - Sex Ed(Hands on Learning)(ft Konoha 13 boys)(ft Teacher/Student|Age Gap, sharing w Naruto+Spit Roasting, ABO, stepcest, claiming|mating)(cw: includes stepparent-stepchild and stepsiblings stepcest)

𝕌𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚 ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕠 - Birthday(ft Konoha 13 boys + Kakashi + Itachi)(ft Fuck Party, Sharing w Kakashi, Double Pen, incest)(cw: includes parent-child incest and Age Gap(R+N: 18/19, K: 36) and underage drinking)

𝕐𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕠 || 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕫𝕠𝕦 - Movie Night(sitting in his lap)(ft Kakashi + Naruto + Sai + Sasuke + Sakura)(cw: includes Polyamory and hints of Trans!Sai)

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 - ABO Public Breeding (ft on car sex)

𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝔽𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕘𝕖 - Monster/Human (ft Kuroiro)(wings, hint of claws)(ft claiming|mating, oviposition, sharing w Kuroiro, double pen)(ft claiming|mating, teeth + claws, tentacles, knotting)(cw: includes Oviposition and Polyamory)

𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 - Merfolk(Aquarium|Enclosure || Tail, slight claws)(ft claiming|mating, breeding)

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: All ABO one shots (if it includes vaginal penetration) will have knotting unless specified otherwise!

All Double Penetration fics will be Double Pen in One Hole!

MOST of these will be Female Reader as that’s what I’m most comfortable writing

Some of these will contain potentially triggering content, PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND BE AWARE!! Warnings will be restated on each individual one-shot as well. DON’T LIKE DON’T READ.

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【𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃】

[icyhottodo178]

Cockwarming: Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader

Description: Your boyfriend punishes you after he catches you masturbating when he told you not to so he makes you do something which pushes you over the edge.

Contains: Mention of masturbating, cockwarming, teasing, punishment, aftercare, 18+ content and sexual content

Word Count: 721

The lower half of your body was naked as you had removed your leggings and panties so that you could pleasure yourself since you were feeling very horny because your boyfriend was busy working right now. Even though he had told you not to masturbate, you couldn’t help yourself and you were sure you were probably going to get punished for disobeying Oikawa’s instructions but you didn’t care at the moment since you were so lost in pleasure.

You were in a daze as you hadn’t notice that Oikawa had entered the room until he coughed to get your attention and you flinch before moving your hand away from your pussy. You could see how menacing gaze was as you gulped and he slowly walked over to you before he gets onto the bed. You knew that he was going to punish you as you had been disobedient and you looked away from Oikawa but he lets out a low growl which made you look back at him.

“Such a naughty girl, aren’t you? What did I tell you to do, baby girl?” Oikawa said as he got up before he unbuckled his belt and it fell onto the ground with a loud thud while you stayed silent, unable to answer your boyfriend even though you knew what you had done but you knew that you had to talk eventually.

“Y-You told me to not masturbate while you worked otherwise I’d get punished,” You replied as Oikawa nods at your response and he removes his jeans, leaving his boxers on. You wondered what he was up to as you were picked up by Oikawa who takes you to his study and you were confused as to why he was taking you there. He sat down on his swivel chair as he has you sit on his lap and you grind on his cock to get some sort of friction but he grabbed your hips to stop you.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not going to be doing anything because you’re getting punished for going against my instructions and you’re going to stay still,” Oikawa said as you wondered what he meant until he pulled his cock from his boxers and thrusts it inside of your pussy while you moan out, hoping that he would move but he didn’t which made you whine.

“This is your punishment for disobeying me and you’re going to cockwarm me until I decide to fuck you. If you try to move then l’ll increase the time so you better behave yourself if you want me to fuck you later. The time starts now so be good while I complete my work,” Oikawa said as he opened his laptop before he starts to type while his cock rested comfortably inside of your pussy and you could feel his cock pulsating inside of you which makes you whine.

A few minutes passed as you really wanted to move but couldn’t otherwise Oikawa would increase the time limit of how long he was going to continue his cockwarming and your pussy tightens on his cock before you relax yourself. You could feel tears starting to fall down as you wanted Oikawa to fuck you already and another ten minutes pass until you hear Oikawa shut his laptop down while you sigh in relief that he was finished.

“T-Tooru please fuck me already! I’ve been so good for you and didn’t move. Fuck me please!” You begged as Oikawa gives you a kiss on the cheek before he thrusts his hips upwards so that his cock could move in and out of you while you moan out in pleasure. He continues with his movements as he gradually increases his speed and seeing how his cock slip in and out of your pussy was tipping him over the edge but you cum before he does while moaning out his name.

He cums once you had finished cumming as you could feel his cum fill you up and you sigh in pleasure. Once he was done, Oikawa lifts you off his cock as you shudder and he carries you to the bathroom to set up a bath for you. Despite being a form of punishment for you, you actually quite enjoyed cockwarming as you hoped that Oikawa would do it more often.

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 @icyhottodo178 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙄 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚!! 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩!!

[tsukishimawife]

Tsukishima Kei as your lab partner 18+

•Part 2•

-you were surprise that he did noticed you, he still pinning you on the wall you push him but he grab your wrist and pull you towards the exit

-"Kei , it hurts let me go" he didn't reply he just continue to walk he open the passenger seat and he made you sit inside as he walk towards the driver sit and start to drive

-"are you insane we still have class" he just continue to drive he made you drink something "drink" he was glaring at you, you know he is serious so you drink.

-unfortunately you start to feel sleepy so yeahafter 2min you asleep, why? And how? Well he secretly put sleeping pills to make you shut up because you were annoying.

-he continue to drink home and as you guys arrived he Carries you bridal style.

-as he now at the house walking upstairs to his room still carrying you.

-he opens the door and lay you on the bed, he took a robust out of his pocket and yeah he swallows it.

-he did it on purpose now his horny(obviously who wouldn't, who's in a right mind do that if you never mind let's continue)

-he is now looking at your sleeping position, as his dick started to get hard that it's litterly standing out of his pants

-he slowly get on top of you he takes your shirt of and your pants. "Shit, wake up or else I couldn't stop myself" you were deeply asleep.

-he started to touch your nipple through the bra and as he touch your clit too. He place his both of his hand on your breast he took your bra off, he rub his dick against your pussy then he takes your panties down as well opening his zipper his throbbing cock is out a big thick cock are now rubbing against your entrance

-you slowly wakes up, yet you can't move properly but you knew it was Kei on top of you feeling his huge duck against your pussy makes you moan, he noticed your awake he didn't say a word he just kissed you without a warning he slam his dick inside making you moan loudly "ah! ~ Kei be gentle" he kissed you roughly as he thrusts so fast and hard that your pussy bleed 'it's been a month you guys have last sex together' you were moaning , he's smirking rn.

-he keep fucking you as he licks your nipple "ah~ fuck your so tight shit I'm Cumming ah~" he pulls your hair and burry his face on your neck as he slam one last more and his warm seed came inside you.

-you crying in pleasure he chuckled and said "good girl time for round two" as he start fucking you again.

Thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy and yes the art used is my art

[best-anime-tournament]

[alixezae]

TEXT MESSAGES FROM YOUR VOLLEYBALL BOYFRIEND .ᐟ

Warnings: slight name calling, fluff that's all

Admin notes: reader is a soccer player and you get a text message from your boyfriend btw!

[bitch-for-bo]

Sweetheart (Piercer! Suna Rintarō x Brat! Chubby reader)

didn't know I needed piercer! rintarō until i wrote this...

NSFW: MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE!!!!!

It was really stupid. 

The way you were crying was so fucking stupid.

You didn’t even really know why you were crying……

….well….that was a lie…..

You were crying because of that stupid asshole in your college lit course. The one who led you on all semester before telling you that you were ‘not his type’ 

Not his type? 

He took you out for ice cream before trying to feel you up in his shitty little car and when you told him you didn’t really feel like doing anything that soon, he went off. Yelling about how you’d been tricking him and how he didn’t want a relationship, how you were ‘just for fun’ ‘cause he would never date ‘a girl like you’. 

Needless to say, you would be moving seats in class. 

This was constantly how it was, it had happened to you so many times that you’d just accepted that you would always only be the ‘just for fun’ girl. You’d always be the one that they snuck past their friends, not wanting to explain why they’d brought a girl like you home, just a bunch of assholes who didn’t want to receive judgment from their asshole friends. 

And while you had tried your best to suffer through this treatment, thinking it’d eventually get better, you were officially over it. Which was why you couldn’t figure out for the life of you, why you were wasting tears on this guy. 

You ended up wine drunk with your friends, bitter-watching 2000s rom-coms and trying not to let them talk you into an irresponsible decision. 

But you were sad. 

So you let them. 

You ended up scrolling through a local tattoo shop’s website, admiring the pieces and wincing at the prices. You wanted something cute….. but also inexpensive….. and probably kinda small. 

……but still…….tattoos were so….. permanent, did you really want to be reminded of this asshole every time you saw yourself in the mirror?

That was when you saw that this shop also did piercings. 

It was perfect. 

Piercings were small, not super expensive, and easily removable if you got absolutely sick of them. 

You booked your appointment for the following week and woke up to a pretty harsh hangover the next day.

A week later you walked into the shop and almost died on the spot. 

You stuck out like a sore thumb. 

More than two sets of eyes watched as you walked through the lobby of the shop, making you flinch and shrink into yourself under their stares.

You got to the counter and tried to hide your pleasant surprise when the woman behind the counter offered you a bright smile. 

“ ‘r you our 3 ‘o clock? Piercing?” 

You nodded, smiling back at her. 

“Sweet. Follow me” 

She got up and let you further into the shop, passing a couple of stations, almost all filled with customers. 

“We have private rooms for our piercers, especially your type of piercing.” the woman winked at you, laughing as your eyes widened and your mouth dropped into a little ‘o’. 

“Ahh, don’t worry! I’m just teasing,” her face dropped a bit, “... but we do want you to be comfortable.”

The two of you arrived at your room. She led you in and let you take a seat in the chair.

“Alright.” She started, leaning against the counter and clasping her hands in front of her “now, we have a really great piercer, he does all of our piercings and we’ve literally never gotten a single complaint about him.” 

Your face must’ve dropped when she said ‘him’. 

“We also have an apprentice, who is definitely great, but she is also still learning….and you are new to this.” 

You nodded. 

“While I completely get it if you want her to pierce you, I will say that she isn’t nearly as good as our main piercer.” 

You nodded again, slower this time. 

“So I’ll give you a minute or two to decide. Like I said… no pressure.” she offered a thumbs up before leaving the room, telling you she’d be back briefly to get your answer. 

You were split. You really were… on one hand, you wanted a female piercer, but on the other hand, you really didn’t want this to get messed up. And who knew? What if you had difficult nipples to pierce? What if she tore through it? What the fuck would happen then? 

So while you didn’t necessarily want a man piercing your nips, you decided that he was a professional for a reason and that you would rather feel embarrassed for a couple of minutes than be in too much pain. 

When the manager came back in, you told her. 

“Fantastic, I’ll let him know you’re here, and when I see you next, you’ll have some sick fucking piercings.” 

She left with one last thumbs up, leaving you to twiddle your thumbs and wait for your piercer.

The man that came through that door was somehow, exactly what you’d expected. 

Tall, dark, and handsome, sporting tattoos in the form of patchwork sleeves and one that wrapped around the side of his neck. He couldn't have been shorter than 6’2”, and while he was definitely lean, you could tell he was still pretty built with the way that his biceps flexed as he closed the door behind him. 

You were also exactly what Suna expected when his manager let him know his appointment was ready. Another college-age girl getting her nipples pierced. 

Of course, you weren’t like every other college girl that came in here, you were sitting so he couldn’t get the full effect, but Suna knew just by how you looked now that you were absolutely his type. 

Your plump thighs were pressed together as you sat rigidly, making him regret that he didn’t have a smaller chair, just so he could see them squish together more, to see your ass struggle to fit in. You were sitting uncomfortably straight, obviously nervous, but Suna didn’t mind, the way that you were pushing your chest out gave him the perfect view of how nicely your shirt fell against your tits, nipples visible though not hard enough to pierce yet, he observed. 

Your face burned as you watched your piercer's eyes attach to your nipples. You knew that it was literally his job, and that he probably did this at least twice a day, but that didn’t stop you from feeling like there was something inherently intimate about it. So you turned your eyes away from his face, hoping he would hurry up with his assessment. 

And while Suna did do this quite often, and he was always incredibly professional about it, he just couldn’t help but stare at you a bit longer. After all, you were exactly his type… and when you rolled your eyes away from him, a small frown making its way onto your face, he couldn’t stop the grin from coming onto his. 

“How’re you doing?…. I’m Rintarō….I’ll be piercing you today.” 

You nodded, offering a small smile as you reached out to shake his hand.

Damn…. His hand was fucking huge compared to yours. You’d never had small hands, quite average actually maybe even bigger simply accounting for your extra weight, but even with the fake nails you had on, Rintarō’s fingers were still longer than yours, and definitely thicker. And wow his hands were cold! 

You introduced yourself, before thanking him for the appointment, stating that you were a bit nervous as it was your first time. 

As you spoke, you missed the way Suna’s eyebrow raised in interest. You spoke of how nervous you were, and how you’d never been inside of a real piercing shop before, but your body language was saying something completely different. While your words themselves were mild, even slightly withdrawn, your tone and posture exuded a level of prissy that Suna didn’t expect. 

Well, that was a lie….. he definitely expected you to be a bit stuck up as soon as he’d seen that little frown on your face, but he didn’t expect you to be like this….hell, you were the best kind of stuck up. 

You were a brat who didn’t even know they were. 

And this impression that Suna got of you only increased as he talked to you. As he explained the procedure and put on gloves, he watched the nervousness in your face slowly morph into distrust, maybe even a bit of doubt. 

“Alright, now that that’s out of the way, let's get that top off and mark where you want these bad boys.” 

“Do I really need to take it all the way off?” you asked. 

Suna chuckled, he wondered if you knew just how condescending your tone was. 

“Not at all sweetheart, just keep it outta my way and we’ll be good.” 

You turned your head towards the wall before lifting your shirt over your breasts, your face still hot with embarrassment. 

Suna had to bite his tongue to stop himself from letting out a low whistle. He’d pierced some pretty people throughout his career, but you? It wasn’t even sexual….. The sight in front of him was almost art. The way that you wouldn't meet his eyes, the way your knuckles were turning light at how hard you clasped the hem of your shirt. 

Yeah, your tits were great but the now exposed sight of where the tops of your thighs pressed together was far better. 

“Umm, are you gonna mark them now?” you asked, he’d been quiet for a bit now. 

“Just looking for symmetry sweetheart, don’t get your panties in a twist, we’ve got all the time in the world.” 

You frowned. 

“I just think that-”

Suddenly the little wheeled chair that he was sitting on was right next to you, and his face was close to yours, too close to be appropriate. 

“I know what I’m doing Princess…. No need to think.”

Your head snapped away from him, choosing to lock your gaze onto the opposite wall. 

Fuck…… his attractiveness was making this seem a lot more hot and a lot less unprofessional.

Rintarō just laughed again before going and opening a couple of cabinets along the wall, pulling out his already sterilized equipment along with a couple of paper towels. 

“What’re those for?” you asked, skeptical as you watched the piercer open the small freezer he had, taking an ice cube from a tray. 

Your eyes widened as he approached you with them. 

“‘K, it’s time for the not-so-fun part, it’s gonna be cold okay?” 

“Wait!” you gasped, “can’t I do that myself?” 

“Do you have gloves on?” 

You winced when he lowered the ice cube onto your nipple, trying your best to stay still as you felt the little pricks of cold travel down your torso, straight to your core. 

This was probably something you should’ve thought about before choosing to get nipple piercings from the hottest man alive. You’d never really known if you had sensitive nipples because none of your partners had ever really tried that. 

So if you were busy avoiding Rintarō’s gaze before, you were absolutely booked doing it now. 

But despite your attempts to hide it, Rintarō could tell. 

He could tell with the way that he could feel your heartbeat pounding under his fingers as he held the ice cube to your left breast, rubbing it around the area of the nipple so as to not make any certain spot unbearably cold. 

He watched your face amusedly when the cube ran over the bud itself, the way you slightly bit your lip, and how your knees twitched. 

“Alright, here’s why we ice it first….” he said, dropping the ice cube into the sink before returning to your side.

“Why do we- fuck!!” you hissed, your upper half involuntarily pulling away from Rintarō, who’d just cinched the clamp onto your left nipple. 

He instructed you to breathe, placing his hand on your shoulder as he helped your inhale pattern, lightly squeezing to help distract you from the fact that your nipple felt like it was caught in a crab’s claw. 

How the fuck did some people enjoy this shit? 

It burned! And all you could think about was how fucking sore your tit would be!

You were beginning to regret this decision. 

But then it happened…

“‘Atta girl….you’re doing real good…..” 

Thank god you were able to hide your face behind your arms that were still holding your shirt up, because if you hadn’t Rintarō would’ve been able to see your eyes widen and your jaw drop open in shock at the absolutely filthy amount of bass in his voice. 

Holy shit…..

You didn’t know if you wanted him to do it again or if you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. 

Was he trying to do this? 

….probably…..

You convinced yourself that this was how he treated every girl that came in for an appointment with him. He held their hands a bit too long when he shook them, he smirked at them as he ‘assessed’ them through their tops, called them ‘sweetheart’ and ‘princess’.....

Men were pigs….. That was your conclusion. This man was no different. 

Unfortunately, that realization did nothing to cease the wet patch currently growing between your thighs. 

You decided you’d just press your eyes closed and tough it out, that you wouldn’t provoke him in any way…. You really couldn’t handle another unattainable crush, especially on a man you’d just met. 

“Ok, I’m gonna take it off now…” he warned. 

You sighed, ready for the pinching to be over as your nipple was now cold AND achy. You still questioned how anyone in their right fucking mind could be into that……. That was until Rintarō’s finger nudged it. 

You barely stopped a moan from ripping out of your chest.

Did you understand now?

Suna chuckled as he heard the little gasp you were unable to suppress, and don’t think he didn’t notice how you readjusted yourself, thighs rubbing together as he (as gently as he could) took the clamp off and went to place the ink dot. 

“Feel better?” He asked, watching as you let out a relieved sigh when the clamp was finally gone. 

You nodded, still not willing to look him in the eye.

“Well…. This is the part that’s even less fun.” He retrieved the needle. 

“I’m gonna count you down, on one I’m gonna need you to take a nice deep breath for me okay?”

You nodded. 

Suna really wished he could see your face right now. He’d almost give anything just to see your expression as he prepared to push the needle through. 

And while you liked to think that the universe was good to you, the universe was better to Rintarō.

He nearly groaned as a high-pitched whine let your lips when he pushed the needle through, your body slightly jerking against his chair in pain as you let out a breathy ‘fuck’ as he followed the needle with the jewelry. 

Even as he took the needle away from your body, the piercing complete, you were letting out little whines about how bad it hurt. 

And while he should’ve soothed you and let you know it was over, he couldn’t help but take the chance to quickly admire his work. 

Fuck…. He thought, he was almost angry at how fucking good you looked. 

Your shirt was still up, he let his eyes wander down past your newly pierced nipple, down to your plush waist and soft stomach.

God, you looked so fucking nice…. he wanted to feel it, under his fingers….. under him…….

He cleared his throat, trying to adjust himself in his pants, trying to make his embarrassingly prominent hard-on less apparent before you saw him. 

“Are you done?” You asked meekly. 

Fuck…… now you were being sweet?

He wanted to see you again….no….he needed to see you again…

But how would he get a little spoiled princess like you back in his chair? Or better yet, in his bed?

“All done sweetheart….” he chuckled. 

You sat up, straightening out your shirt as you looked at him with confusion. 

“But what about the other one?”

“Well……” Rintarō sighed, resting his elbows on his knees as he prayed that you wouldn’t see through his shitty plan to ensure he got to see you again. 

“....it’s probably best that we split this into two sessions….. You didn’t do as well as most people with the first one, so I think it might be best that we come back in about a week and do the other one. That way I can also check up on how this one’s doing.” 

“Really?” 

The way that you frowned made Suna afraid that you saw straight through his bullshit lie, but he couldn’t turn back now, so he just nodded. 

“I’d really prefer to just get it done now though….all at once…”

“ ‘m sorry sweetheart, but I really do think it’s best if we split this up..” 

You just stared at him for a couple of seconds, trying to melt him under your gaze, hoping to see if he was actually telling the truth or if he just wanted some scummy opportunity to charge you double.

And while you thought that the glare you offered was pretty worthy, Rintarō just laughed.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you stood up and gathered your things as quickly as you could. You couldn’t believe this… he was really gonna make you waste your time like this?

You looked back to him as soon as you’d collected all of your things, 

“You’re really sure that a whole extra session is needed?” 

Rintarō wanted to coo at the way your face was scrunched up, your nose slightly scrunched and your eyes pressed into a distrusting squint. 

“Wanna pinkie promise Princess?” he asked playfully, reaching out his hand, which you instinctively slapped away. 

You wanted to apologize as soon as you did it, (even though you doubt it hurt, it was still rude) but as soon as you saw the look in his eyes as he chuckled and feigned offense, the apology died on your tongue. 

So you opted instead to just put your nose into the air and turn on your heel.

“Fine. I guess I’ll see you in a week,” you said, exiting the room before the smug piercer could say anything smart. 

You begrudgingly made another appointment, and while you thought about asking for the female piercer to do your next one, the thought of them turning out weird due to a different artist, made you stick with the rude, cocky piercer (who just happened to be incredibly hot). 

Over the next couple of days, you tried your best to relax and forget about the impending appointment. Unfortunately, the new barbell running through your left nipple wasn’t letting you. 

And every time you felt any discomfort, you couldn’t help but think about Rintarō.

……he really was your exact type… sure his attitude could definitely be better…. but since when were you into guys with great attitudes? 

Or great personalities? 

Or great anything to be honest….

So unfortunately with every wince of pain or every ice-pack session, your mind wandered to the tall man. You found yourself thinking about his voice…and his hands….. 

The trouble really came though, whenever your new piercing would rub up against anything. You did nothing to silence your gasps and whimpers of pain/ odd pleasure in the silence of your own space, but as soon as you felt those little tingles in your stomach from the stimulation, you’d find your mind wandering to him. 

You just couldn’t help it… as frustrating as it was, you were beyond attracted to Rintarō.

And while Rintarō wasn’t suffering nearly as much as you were, he was still suffering. 

You were constantly on his mind when he was piercing, when he was tattooing, and especially when he was sketching ideas for clients, some would call you his inspiration….to him it felt more like you were haunting him. 

And it didn’t even stop when he left work. In fact, it got worse. Because outside of work, he didn’t have to try and rein in all of his thoughts, which left his mind wandering further and further each time, trying to recall what your voice sounded like when you whined, trying to remember what your face looked like all flustered and nervous. 

He found himself thinking of you as he touched himself in the shower, thinking about how you’d act once you dropped the pretentious princess act. It was always the girls like you, the bratty, ‘trust no one’ girls that were the most fun to tame. 

And while the way you acted was a lot of what he thought about, that was only because if he thought about your body, he would totally lose it. 

Every time he closed his eyes he could see it, the way that your thighs and ass jiggled when you walked out of his room, the way that the fat of your stomach tensed when he ran the needle through your nipple, and especially the way that your tits rose and fell as he counted you down from three.  

It’d been so long since Rintarō had felt like this like he was going through puberty again. Every little thought about you was getting him hot under the collar, and with every thought, the need to see you again became greater and greater. 

So when he saw you walk into the shop for your second appointment, he couldn’t even contain the grin that took over his face. 

But you weren’t in the mood for games today. You’d just gotten done with your morning class, the class that you shared with that asshole that had practically rejected you. 

You had run into him after class (and by ran into him, you meant he practically trapped you against your car outside) and he asked if he could see you again, saying that he ‘messed up’ and that ‘he missed you’. 

And while a couple of months ago, you would’ve jumped at the chance to reconcile, you’d learned your lesson. 

But that asshole, wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept pressing… and pressing… and pressing… and now? 

Now you had a coffee date after your appointment with a man you’d rather eat sand than see. 

So when you walked into that piercing room for a second time, you really didn’t have the mental energy for the hell that Rintarō was planning on putting you through. 

The first 30 seconds (maybe) of the appointment went fine. The problems started when Rintarō opened his mouth. 

“Nervous?” 

The question was innocent enough, but you were already on edge and you really needed to nip the teasing in the bud. Even if it was quite literally the hottest man you’d ever met doing the teasing. 

“Nope,” you said, short and sweet (but maybe a little bit cold due to how quickly it came out of your mouth and definitely due to the monotonous way you said it). 

“Really?” Rintarō hummed as he prepped his equipment, you sounded tense, he thought,...... that made it even better. “You’re big talk today, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes but said nothing, not wanting to give a reaction.

Rintarō just chuckled. 

“Alright, ice cube time.” he said, “Shirt up pretty girl.” 

You thanked god that you pulled your shirt up quick enough to hide the look of humiliation on your face. You could barely even feel the coldness of the ice due to the feeling of shame that was already beginning to burn in your stomach.

You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t get… excited today. You swore that no matter how hot he looked or sounded, you wouldn’t feel the need to offer him yourself, ass up on his chair…. How were you already failing?

But the worst was yet to come.

Over the past week, you’d (unfortunately) developed a deep understanding of how sensitive your nipples were. And after several, rather embarrassing, experiments, you’d found out that, despite your previous thoughts and feeling towards people who got aroused by pain, having them pinched, tugged, or even just rubbed was a one-way ticket to arousal. 

So when Rintarō replaced the ice cube with the clamp, you had to focus nearly all of your energy on keeping yourself from moaning. 

And while you didn’t make any noise, Rintarō definitely noticed the way your chest caught and how you squirmed in his chair. 

He got your attention with a small hum before asking, 

“You mind if I check the swelling of this one Princess?”, referring to your week-old piercing.

You would have said no if you knew what that meant. Unfortunately, you thought that checking for swelling meant looking at it, maybe even putting an ice cube on it…..nope

Checking for swelling meant you had to work twice as hard not to let out any sounds as Rintaro poked and pushed at your nipple, making you painfully aware of how embarrassingly wet you were getting. 

You needed to hurry up and get outta here. If he kept getting you worked up, you might end up sleeping with the fucking asshole you were about to get coffee with, and you’d rather die than do that. 

“Isn’t the other one ready to pierce yet?” you asked, trying to ask as nicely as possible without seeming pushy. 

“Just a little while longer. ‘Wanna make sure it’s easy for the needle.” 

You frowned. Rintarō sounded like he’d just shrugged you off with that answer, and he didn’t even stop looking at your tits! Sure maybe the first couple of prods at the piercing were permitted, but it was getting into unprofessional territory. 

But Rintarō just couldn’t help it. You were just so soft….. and he’d been thinking about you for the last 7 fucking days… and by the looks of it, you’d been thinking of him just as much. 

Don’t think that you could hide the way your breath would jump every time he spoke, don’t think he didn’t see the way your lower stomach tensed when his fingers brushed against your piercing. 

“Come on….” you huffed, it had been at least two extra minutes and he still hadn’t made any move to take off the clamp, 

“It has to be okay by now, what are you even- fuck!”

Suna grinned as you finally let out the moan you’d been holding in after he’d just barely nudged the clamp over your right nipple. 

“See…” he cooed, “now it’s ready…”

You just sat in shock as he gathered the stuff to finally pierce your nipple with, whistling to himself as if you hadn’t just let out the neediest sound ever. 

You had half a mind to give him the scolding of his lifetime, but as soon as he turned around with the needle, making eye contact with you as he stood over your laying body, the words died on your tongue. 

“You want me to take it off now?” he asked, the way his eyes gleamed made your stomach sink and your thighs twitch but you weren’t ready to give in just yet. 

“What kind of question is that? Don’t you- shit!” 

He didn’t even give you a warning before “gently” removing the clamp. 

What the fuck was up with this man? Why was he doing this to you? Certainly, he couldn’t see how aroused this was making you, right? If he knew just how fucking overwhelmed you felt right now he’d stop, right? 

“You okay sweetheart?” 

You wanted to kill him. 

The way that he asked the question wasn’t innocent at all, this cocky motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing to you. And the worst part about it all? The bastard wasn’t embarrassed, or sorry, no…. he was smug about it. 

You wondered if you should say something….. tell him that you didn’t appreciate being treated like you were the entertainment.

But if you did that, who knows what would happen. He could refuse to do your piercing (and you refused to face this man a third time to get it) or even worse, he could make this the worst piercing in the world. He could make it to where you’d have to live with lopsided nipple jewelry or make it to where you’d be bleeding on and off for two straight weeks!

So with all of that in mind, you bit your tongue and just mumbled out a disgruntled “yeah, I’m fine.” 

But Rintarō wanted you to react. He wanted to see that little face you made when you were mad again, he’d been thinking about it forever. Thinking about the way your bottom lip pushed out in a pout when he fucked his fist, the way that he knew, if he tried hard enough, he could probably make you break, make you so frustrated you’d admit that you wanted him. 

He went ahead and lined you up and then you felt the tip of the needle against your skin. 

“Alright Sweetheart, from three again…. Ready?” 

This time you were prepared, this time the only sound you let out (much to Suna’s disappointment) was a small ‘mmph’

And almost as soon as he’d put the barbell, you were sliding your shirt back down and gathering your things to leave. 

“Woah…. What’s the rush, Princess?” 

Suna didn’t want you to leave yet. He knew that if you walked out that door, he’d probably never see you again, and he still needed to figure out a way to get a date or at least your number.

“Aren’t we done?”

“Well yeah, but I still need to brief you on how to take care of them now.” 

You turned to look at him.

“Didn’t you do that last time?” 

He had, in fact, done that last time. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t bullshit his way through 10 extra minutes with you. 

“I didn’t cover everything then Sweetheart.” 

You could feel your eye starting to twitch in annoyance. When you looked down at your phone for the time, you saw that not only was there only 15 minutes until your “date”, but there was also a text from the guy you were going to see saying, 

‘Just got to the cafe, can’t wait to see you ;)’

The scowl on your face deepened, a detail that Rintarō didn’t miss. 

“Don’t you have a pamphlet or something? I really need to go….” 

“It’ll take five minutes, tops.” 

Even if it did only take five minutes (which you doubted it would), it was rush hour and the coffee shop was 10 minutes away (almost 20 with traffic). 

“I really can’t I have a date in like 10 minutes.”

You hoped that that would finally get Rintarō to give up, even if it meant you’d be implying that you were off the market to the man who’d plagued your dreams for the last week. 

‘Oh?’ Suna thought, ‘A date? Well gosh….he didn’t want you to miss that.’

Suna shrugged.

“Tell him to wait.” 

“ph-w-what….?” you sputtered out, looking at him in shock as he just continued to clean up his work area.

“What princess? I thought you liked bossing men around? Tell your little date he can wait.”

You were sure that you looked like a fish with the way your mouth was opening and closing, searching for the words to say as your brain ran a mile a minute to catch up. 

“Excuse me?” was all that ended up coming out, earning a deep chuckle from Rintarō, one that may or may not have caused your knees to weaken a little. 

“I’m just saying Sweetheart, you took all this time to come in for a second appointment and now you’re trying to leave? Don’t I need to teach you how to take care of yourself?” 

If your face felt hot before, it felt like it was on fire now. Despite his light-hearted body language, nothing was innocent about what Rintarō had just said. 

The inner turmoil, the choice to either run away with your tail between your legs or to take a chance in the lion's dens, was dizzying. Especially when you could see the way the lion's thick muscles tensed and rippled as he cleaned. Especially when you knew that the lion was hungry…. and that you’d be the meal.

“I only made the second appointment because you told me to.” 

“Hmm…..are you sure?” 

Rintarō had finally finished cleaning, but now he was approaching you, grinning when you make your way to the door in avoidance. 

“Why the fuck would I have made one otherwise?” you gaped, placing one hand anxiously on the door handle. 

“ok…..I’ll let you go..” 

You sighed in relief, but it was a bit too soon. 

“I’ll let you go if you answer one question.”

“Sure….” you scoffed, “...what’s your question?”

Suna was standing directly in front of you now, barely an arm's length away. 

“Your date….. Is he better looking than me?”

…..did you hear that correctly?

“....huh?” 

Suna laughed again before looking straight into your eyes.

“Is he?” 

Your eyes must’ve popped out of your head as you just stared at the man staring right back at you, clearly expecting an answer to the incredibly invasive question. 

“That’s incredibly unprofessional AND none of your business…” 

You went to open the door, but you were too slow. Rintarō had already boxed you in against it, using one hand to keep it closed while the other rested on the other side of your head, bringing back to your attention, just how large it was. 

How tall was he again? He couldn’t have been anything less than 6’2”..... That was definitely taller than the guy from your lit class. And he was definitely hotter than the guy from your lit class. 

And although you’d known that he was incredibly hot, from this close, Rintarō was impossible hotter. From here you could see just how well built he was, with veins running along the forearms that were trapping you against the door, covered in little ink designs and god were his shoulders wide….

You were ashamed of how turned on you were right now. This really wasn’t the time to be ogling and drooling over a man you barely knew, especially since it was the same man who was literally holding you hostage. 

“You promised me one question pretty girl…” 

Rintarō thought that it was cute the way you were avoiding his eyes, your face was all scrunched up into that little angry expression and while he loved that he now got to see it up close, he prayed that he wasn’t close enough that his quickly growing hard-on would brush against your body because while it was obvious that your body was reacting to his, he needed you to tell him…. 

He needed you to tell him that he wasn’t crazy, he wanted you to tell him that you’d been thinking of him just as much as he’d been thinking of you. 

He needed to know if you’d wondered how he’d feel against you because fuck had he been thinking about what you would feel like under him. 

You rolled your eyes, still not looking as you mumbled out your answer. 

“What was that?” 

“.....no.”

The look that came onto Rintarō’s face should’ve worried you. The way that he smiled made him look like a fox in a chicken coop. But despite your better judgment, you felt your panties getting even damper. 

“Why don’t you stay a little then? Tell that fucking loser you found someone better.” 

“Better?” you scoffed. “Did you forget that this is pretty much harassment?”

“You’re free to leave Princess……I won’t stop you.” 

The same smug smirk graced his face as he backed away from you, leaving you completely free to leave the room. All it would take was for you to turn the handle and leave.

…..so why wouldn’t your body move?

Rintarō busied himself with something at the counters across the room, forcing you to live with your silence and contemplate just what you were expecting him to do when you said that. 

Did you want to stay? 

He was by far the prettiest man you’d ever seen, practically a god. 

And he seemed to be into you…..

……and you were definitely into him….

And so, with your face burning in embarrassment and your stomach burning with need, you cleared your throat before sitting back down on the chair and quietly telling Rintarō,

“......maybe you should tell me how to take care of them…..” 

That’s exactly what Rintarō wanted to hear. 

This is what he’d been waiting for….fuck you were gorgeous….

The way that your thighs were sandwiched together, the way that your stomach covered the tops of them. He knew that he’d just seen it less than 2 minutes ago, but god did he want to see it again, but this time, this time he wanted to feel it. 

He wanted to feel your thighs pressed against his ears while he tasted you, wanted to watch that bratty, stuck-up little look fall off of your face when he pushed his fingers down your throat and fucked you into his chair. 

But he’d start off slow. He knew that your type was easy to scare off, girls like you didn’t trust easy. 

Your eyes wouldn't meet his as he abandoned his place at the counter, slowly returning to his stool. 

The intensity of his stare felt like fire against your skin and it was quickly making you doubt your decision to sit back down. 

He sat down. 

You could feel yourself starting to sweat. What the hell was he doing? He was just sitting there…..staring. 

After 20 painful seconds, you finally spoke up. 

“What?” 

Rintarō grinned. 

“Shirt up pretty girl.” 

You went to raise the hem of your shirt but paused, the awkward feeling of Rintarō staring making you stall. 

“Look away” you mumbled, making Rintarō scoff but nevertheless divert his eyes. 

Your freshly pierced nipples glinted under the annoying fluorescent lighting, reminding you of just how wet you actually were, how needy Rintarō had made you over the last week. 

You wanted him to touch you, to brush his fingers against the barbells as he’d done earlier. But instead of asking, instead of telling him how badly you needed him, you just mumbled out a small “done.” and focused your gaze on a spot on the wall. 

“Fuck….” rintarō sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his spread thighs as he admired you. 

His work was, of course, amazing. But the art was only as good as its canvas and fuck did you make his art look good. He could feel his cock twitch in his jeans, begging him to hurry up and bury himself in you. 

But not yet… 

“Touch them.” 

His request was simple, and it shouldn’t have surprised you considering the fact that you both were well aware of where this was headed, but still, you felt your face burn as you stuttered out a small “excuse me?” 

“Pinch ‘em for me, Princess. I wanna make sure you’re satisfied with my services.”

It was your turn to scoff

“as if…” 

Suna shrugged at your words, and to your surprise, he stood up and turned towards the door. 

“Alright. I’ll let you redress then…” 

“Wait!” your worried voice made him stop, the grin coming back onto his face as he turned back towards you. 

You were looking up at him now, your eyes on him but still not meeting his own. Your fingers untwisted in your lap and unsurely traveled up your torso. 

Suna chuckled as he sat back down, watching as your hands stopped at your tits, clearly embarrassed and unsure of what exactly he wanted from you.

You gasped as your fingers experimentally tapped on both barbells, over the past few days you’d become acclimated to the sensation of playing with your piercing, but now that they were both done, the feeling of running your fingers over the small metal pieces was entirely new. 

Your piercings weren’t healed enough to pinch yourself yet, so you settled with softly rolling the pads of your fingers over them, circling the areolas as you bit back the small sounds trying to force their way out. 

You screwed your eyes shut when an embarrassingly loud whimper came out of you, your torso jerking away from the back of the chair as you landed a slightly harder flick to your week-old piercing. 

You couldn’t see what Rintarō was doing but you could hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone and his zipper coming down. And that thought, the thought of him pulling his cock out to stroke to you playing with your tits made you burn even more. 

You wanted to touch yourself, but he didn’t say that you could. Nevertheless, you found one of your hands trailing down to rub against your clothed core, rubbing against it through the soft material of your leggings. As the other continued to play with your tits. 

Rintarō couldn’t help but groan at the site. Even though he hadn’t told you to, you were already grinding against your palm, your fingers stuffed between your thighs, he could feel his restraint slipping, the need to be between your thighs, replacing your hand with his cock was almost too much….. almost. 

“Take ‘em off.” 

“What?” you breathed, your eyes opening just wide enough to see the upper half of his torso, thankfully not enough to catch glimpse of what he was doing with his hands. 

“I wanna see you…” 

You prided yourself so much on the fact that you knew how to stay in control of your own body, but something about Rintarō….. Something about him made you want to do it, to do anything he asked of you. 

But still, half of the fun was doing the exact opposite of what he told you to do. 

Suna watched as you turned your nose up at him, that little frown gracing your lips for just a second before being disrupted by a light moan. He watched as you took your bottom lip between your teeth and continued to grind against your hand, ignoring his request completely. 

He stood with a small ‘tsk’ and walked over to you, stilling your hands by gripping your wrists. 

“Being stubborn Princess?” he asked, looming over your panting figure. 

You somehow found it within yourself to roll your eyes, making Rintarō groan. 

Girls like you really were the most fun to break. 

Without a word of warning, Rintarō’s hand replaced yours, squeezing between your thigh and grabbing the fat of your cunt between his fingers, making you squeal as you tried to pull your hands from his grip.

He just chuckled before bringing your wrists over your head, pinning them to the headrest of the chair. 

“What’s wrong Princess? Wishing you’d listened?” 

He started to move his hand, massaging the outside of your cunt with his fingers, making you gasp and moan every time his middle finger managed to catch your clit. 

He wanted you to look at him. Wanted you to see the look of hunger in his eyes as he planned what the best way to fuck you would be. You’d been avoiding his gaze, running from the reality of what was happening, he wanted you to know just how hard you made him, just how much he wanted you. 

“What are you-mph!” your gasp of surprise was muffled as Rintarō stuffed two of his fingers into your mouth, releasing your hands to come down and clutch his forearm. 

He groaned at how warm it felt. 

‘Fuck’ he thought, how nice would it be to be balls deep in your throat?

Of course, he wanted more than that today, but that definitely sounded like something to do in the future. 

“Fuck…” he groaned, feeling your tongue flex beneath his fingers as you, despite your better judgment, began to suck on them, wrapping your tongue around them, pretending that it was something more. 

But the real thing was so much bigger, sitting on the edge of your visual field, laying against the side of the chair by your cheek. 

Fuck it was big. 

“So naughty….” Rintar ōwhispered, his fingers running between your lips, feeling just how wet you were for him. “You’re not gonna strip for me? Do I have to do everything for you?” 

Without warning he yanked down your leggings, groaning as you subconsciously raised your hips off of the chair to help him force the fabric down past your knees, leaving them to hang off of your ankles. 

You only moaned around his fingers, digging your nails into the thick muscle of his forearm that was now pressing against your stomach as his fingers started to massage your cunt again. 

He hadn’t even touched you there and you were almost shaking, wanting to beg him to touch your clit or better yet stuff his fingers inside of you. 

You remembered how thick his fingers were. Fuck they’d feel good buried in you. 

Rintarō groaned as he felt you whine around his fingers. 

“What was that sweetheart?” He asked, finally pulling out of your mouth. 

“Touch me….” you moaned, throwing your head back against the chair to avoid his piercing gaze. 

He tsked, his fingers leaving your cunt to grip your plush stomach, making you gasp. 

“Is that how we ask for things, Pretty girl?” 

He raised his fingers to your piercings, flicking the old one, making you cry out. 

“Why don’t we try asking for daddy’s fingers like a good little girl?” 

You couldn’t tell if your eyes rolled to the back of your head, but you definitely felt all of the air leave your lungs. 

You needed him…. Bad….. so bad that you were willing to give up everything you believed in …. willing to beg. 

“Please….” you whined, almost too quiet to hear…. 

“What was that Princess?” Rintarō asked, he wanted to hear you admit it louder, admit that you needed him. 

“Touch me….please..” you begged, your eyes meeting his for the first time since you’d sat in the chair to be pierced.

Rintarō could’ve cum on the spot. If not because of the tears painting your lower lashline, then definitely because of the way you’d finally decided to give yourself to him. 

Without a word, he pushed two fingers into you, groaning as you cried out and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying to root yourself in something as his fingers curled up into you, finding your g-spot within seconds. 

“Fuck…. Please….” you whined, nails digging into his back as his digits drug against your walls, curling and prodding at all the right spots, making you see stars as you moaned into his shoulder. 

“Shit….” He groaned…. “You’re so fucking tight Princess….” 

Rinatrō was pressing his dick against the chair, humping the upholstery as his hips unwillingly jerked with each sound you made.

Never had he been more grateful for the thick walls of the room, because he’d be damned if anyone else got to hear the sounds coming from you as he fucked you on his fingers, stretching you out for his cock. 

“Feels good….” you whined as his fingers brushed up against your g-spot again, making your eyes flutter shut as your thighs unconsciously pressed together. 

Rintarō groaned at the feeling of your legs squeezing against his wrist, trying to constrict his movement as his fingers bullied in and out of your cunt. 

You were so fucking soft…and so fucking warm…. he could feel his cock leaking onto the chair, leaving a smudge of pre merely inches from your pouting lips. 

“Yeah?” he grunted, ducking down, “feels good Princess?”

His face was so close to yours, so close that you could smell the mint on his breath, you wondered if you could taste it. 

“Mhmm” you hummed, your eyes flicking down to his lips. Not even trying to hide your want.

Suna got the message… but didn’t comply and kiss you. He wanted to make you work for it, for you to admit that you needed his tongue in your mouth as he prepped you for him. 

Your pout deepened, making Rintarō chuckle.

“You wanna kiss Princess?”

You nodded, the pout not leaving your lips as you offered them to Rintarō, who amusedly ignored them, making you whine in protest. 

“If you wanna kiss princess, take it…” 

Your eyes widened at his words. Somehow, even with his fingers, knuckles deep in your pussy and his other fingers wet with your spit, asking for a kiss seemed humiliating. 

But still… something burned in you when he made you ask for it, and you could try to roll your eyes and hide how much his demands turned you on, but the way that you clenched around his fingers didn’t lie.

He had you wrapped around his finger. 

You slowly wrapped your hand around the back of his head, and pulled his lips down to yours, opening as soon as his tongue touched your lips to allow it into your mouth, moaning at the feeling of it scraping against the roof. 

He groaned at the way your cunt squeezed around his finger as you sucked on his tongue. He couldn’t believe you’d actually done it, he thought you’d be harder to break. 

You could feel your end approaching, your hips were grinding against his forearm as you rode his fingers.

You cried out into his mouth as his thumb began to glide across your clit. 

Rintarō could feel you getting tighter, feel your walls firming up around his fingers as he pushed into your soft spot with every jerk of his wrist. 

God, you were so wet, he could get off to the sounds of your gushing cunt alone, the way your juices were coating his palm, he bet that if he tried hard enough he could make you cum harder than you ever had before. 

He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, not even trying to hide his panting as his hips desperately jerked into the side of the chair.

Your mouth dropped open as his pace somehow quickened, his palm beginning to slap against your clit with the force he was finger fucking you. 

You could feel him pressing up against that spot inside of you with every thrust, but you didn’t know what it meant until you felt that unfamiliar feeling rising up inside of you. 

You remembered the first time you squirted. It wasn’t with any of your past relationships, it’d actually been so long ago that you had nearly forgotten that you were capable of doing it, but as the sounds of your cunt became louder, and that shameful urge to piss came over you, you knew that you were about to do it again. 

“No….” you gasped, trying, to no avail, to stop Suna’s fingers from continuing to piston into you. “No, please…” 

He just laughed….hadn’t you squirted before? 

……fuck….. was this the first time? 

He ignored your cries and pleas to slow down, his tunnel vision focusing in on making you gush all over his chair. 

He cooed at you as you began to cry, still begging him to stop as your legs began to shake around his arm. 

He decided that he couldn’t have you ruining your own orgasm and stuffed his free fingers back into your mouth, pressing down against your tongue as muffled cries and pleas still left your throat. 

“Come on pretty girl….” he panted above you, “you can do it…” 

It was too much…. You’d been holding on for too long. 

You couldn’t hold it much longer. 

With a final sob, you felt yourself lose the fight, your hips jumping off of the chair as the embarrassing liquid sprayed against Rintarō’s forearm, soaking the chair beneath you.

“Fucckk…..” he moaned, fucking you through your high on his fingers, groaning as you squirted all over his arm, practically drenching him in your arousal. 

“Good girl…..” he cooed, as you came down from your high, your unfocused eyes meeting his. “.....such a good girl for me…” 

Rintarō could practically feel his heartbeat in his dick as he rubbed your slick across your pussy, painting the fat of your thighs and stomach with the clear liquid, lightheaded from the fact he’d been able to make you cum so hard. 

He looked down at you…. His face dropped. 

You were staring back up at him with tears in your eyes, sniffling like a baby as your chin wobbled in embarrassment. 

“heyyy….What’s wrong Princess?” he whispered, automatically retracting his hand from its position between your thighs as he guided you to sit up in the chair. 

“You-….” you hiccupped, hot, shameful tears welling in your eyes as you grabbed his arm to stand on shaky legs. 

Rintarō looked down at you, worry gathering in his brow as you took watery breaths.

You took him by surprise and pushed him into the chair, making him sputter out a confused ‘huh’? Before you stretched your leg over his hips to straddle him, barely able to balance fully on your feet as you sat over his bulge, trapping him against his chair. 

“What’re you doing princess?” Rintarō asked, genuinely confused as you brought your hand up to wipe away the tears in your eyes. 

“That was mean….” you mumbled…. 

Suna let out a light moan as soon as he felt it, the slight circling of your hips against his crotch, he couldn't see it, but he could feel the wetness of your cunt gliding against his bare dick, slicking it with your cum as you let out little whines above him. 

“Come on Princess…..” he asked, taking your hips and beginning to force you off of his lap. “Let me up and I’ll give it to you….” 

The warm hand around his throat took him by surprise, he looked up at you with wide eyes. 

“Stay still…” you demanded, your hips still pushing and pulling, dragging his cock across your entrance. “You had your fun….”

You trailed off, throwing your head back with a whine as his tip caught on your clit again, slightly overstimulating you as you prepared yourself to take him. 

All Suna could do was watch you, fuck he was drowning in you, your plush body completely covering his as you guided his hands up to grip your ass before laying down against him, pressing your freshly pierced, overly sensitive tits into his chest. 

You took the hand that was wrapped around his throat and slid it to the back of his neck, pulling him into a loose kiss, tracing his tongue with yours as you felt him rumble beneath you, his chest vibrating against your tits. 

You looked up at him, your face in an expression of reckless want before pulling a deep groan out of him as you guided him to your entrance and sank down onto his cock. 

You barely gave him time to adjust before you were grinding yourself against his hips, his cock so deep in you that you swore you were seeing stars. 

“Shit…” he grunted, his fingers digging into your sides, trying to slow you down in fear of cumming like a high schooler, “slow down baby….” 

You only shook your head, your hips driving him crazy, forcing him to look away from you in fear of losing it too soon. 

He felt so good, hitting so deep inside of you. You swore that you’d never go back to ordinary dick again, not if this is what it could feel like… what it should feel like. 

Your legs burned with how long you’d been riding him, the protest of the muscle finally overwhelming the need to have him dragging against your walls. 

Rintarō was finally able to stop moaning when your hips ceased, making his eyes snap open to find your eyes inches from his, watching him expectantly. 

Without a word, you crawled off of him, barely able to stand as your knees shook in exhaustion. 

“Wh-?” Rintarō was bewildered as he sat up, looking at you in shock as you stood beside him, your arms crossing over the fat of your tits as if you were expecting something. 

“Get up,” you demanded. 

And somehow, for some reason, Suna found himself getting up, wincing at the feeling of gravity against his leaking cock. 

You casually wrapped a hand around his dick, making him gasp, a whine rising in the back of his throat. 

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” you asked, the same condescending tone that you usually sported, making a re-emergence as you folded yourself over the back of the chair, presenting your ass to him like it was on a fucking platter. 

It took him a second. After all, all of the blood that was usually in his brain was currently flooding his dick, but after a second he caught up. And when he did he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“You’re trying to tell me what to do Princess?” he asked, pulling an unexpected whimper from your mouth as he palmed the thickness of your ass. 

“Thought you said I like to boss men around?” You retorted, suddenly grinding back on him, making him bite his lip as his cock jumped between your ass cheeks. 

‘Fuck’ he thought, watching you as you arched your back more, trying and succeeding to tempt him. “Guess I was right…” 

You nearly screamed when, without warning, he slammed his cock into you, thrusting balls deep as the fronts of his thighs pressed against your ass. 

“Shit.” he hissed, not able to control his hips from bucking into you too fast to last any longer than the next couple of minutes. “You feel so good Sweetheart….” he gasps, his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you back at the same time he thrust forward, making your whole body shake with the force at which he was pounding into you. 

“Please…” you begged, too dumb to form any coherent sentence. “....more…” 

“You want more Sweetheart?” Rintarō grunted, going to push his arm under you to play with your clit, when your phone rang from in your bag. 

Both of you looked at it from its place on the foot of the chair, the vibrations making it almost impossible to ignore. 

Neither of you knew who was calling, but you both had a pretty good idea of it. 

Before you could stop him, Rintarō was pulling the phone out of your bag and answering the call from some contact labeled ‘asshole from lit’ 

He said nothing as he pressed accept. 

“Hey, where are you? I’ve been waiting for like half an hour now?”

“No-mphf-” you tried to whisper out before Suna forced your head down against the chair with his free hand, continuing to roll his hips against your ass as he chuckled into the phone. 

‘So this was your ‘date’?’ he thought. 

“Sorry …she’s a bit busy right now….” 

He heard a scoff over the line. 

“And who are you?” 

You let out a muffled protest from underneath Suna, making him that much more tempted to hold the phone down to your mouth before fucking you as hard as humanly possible, letting this asshole know just who you really belonged to. 

“Shhh, sweetheart…” Suna cooed “I’m on the phone..”

He held the phone away from him before thrusting into you again, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot, making you cry out behind your palm which was doing a pretty shitty job to hold back all of your needy little sounds. 

“What the fuck?” he heard on the phone, making him chuckle again, “who the fuck is this?”

The asshole on the other end of the phone sounded angry, but the only thing that Rintarō cared about was how you clamped down that much tighter with the shame of knowing your pleasure was being eavesdropped on. 

You were writhing beneath him, chanting breathless, barely audible ‘harders’ and ‘pleases’ as your thighs shook trying to hold you up. 

And despite the protests from the asshole from your lit class, Rintarō chirped a quick, sunny ‘goodbye!’ before hanging up and refocusing on the feeling of his cock inside of you. 

“Damn it..” he sighed, eyes rolling back as he felt you pushing your hips back to meet his, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock. “Your so fucking hot princess….so fucking good for me…..” 

“That little boy can’t fill you up like I can Princess… fuck- only I can make you feel this good, yeah?”

You nodded, senselessly agreeing with his words, even though it was true. You were so far gone that he could’ve asked you to marry him and you’d probably agree.

“You gotta say it baby….say you love my cock…. That no one can fuck you like daddy…”

“Yes!” you cried, shaking as you felt your second high quickly approaching “.....only you daddy…..love your cock so much….” 

Suna could feel his own end rising as well, the feeling of your wet, plush cunt driving him to the quickest orgasm he’d had since his freshman year of college. 

“Shit princess….. Feels so fucking good…. You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?” 

He asked, reaching down under you, to circle your clit, wanting to feel you squeeze him and milk his load out of him. 

“...yes… fuck-please….gonna….. -fuck- ‘m gonna cum…..” 

Rintarō covered your mouth with his as you squealed in release, squirting on his cock as your cunt tightened around him, pulling his orgasm out of him with a guttural moan.

 He felt your cum dripping down his balls as he emptied himself into you, praying that you were on birth control because your cunt was so tight that it wouldn’t let him pull out. 

He just laid against you, softly grinding into you to gently bring you down from your highs, whispering what a good girl you were, how you took him so well and did so good into your ear, making the after waves of your orgasm that much more enjoyable. 

Eventually, he pulled out of your spent pussy, groaning softly at the wet pop. 

He lightly patted your ass before going over to his station to retrieve some wet paper towels to clean you up. (he really wanted to clean you using his tongue but he decided that was best saved for another day)

But when he turned around, he found you already pulling your leggings back up and your shirt back on, not to mention you were back to avoiding his gaze.

“Woah woah woah, Sweetheart… what’s the rush?

You sighed. You knew how these things worked. You were used to them by now. You weren’t even mad about it this time, you’d gotten the best dick of your life and he’d gotten a bit of stress relief. 

If you didn’t leave first, he’d soon be awkwardly clearing his throat, asking you to get out of his shop and his life. 

Might as well save yourself the embarrassment and bite the bullet now. 

“Hey, I said wait!” he said, grabbing your wrist to stop you from grabbing the door knob. 

“What?” 

It almost made him trip over himself. Was that really it to you? Just walk out the door and bam, gone forever? 

“What do you mean what? You’re just gonna leave?” 

You wanted to roll your eyes, let him know that he could drop the niceties, that you knew where this was going. 

“So what?” you said, turning your face away from him. 

Rintarō groaned as that bratty look came back over your face. No matter how cute it was, now wasn’t the time for you to act like this. 

Did he need to remind you of what just happened? Could you not feel his cum leaking out of you as you spoke?

“That’s it? You’re not gonna give me your number or anything?” 

“I’m not looking for a fuck buddy right now.” you shrugged off, trying to turn back towards the door, only to be stopped again. 

“Who the fuck said anything about that? Now give me your number…” 

“What?” you looked at him incredulously, amazed with his devotion to ‘not hurting your feelings’ 

“Give me your number….” he backed you up against the door, closing you in like he had earlier. 

“Why?” 

‘Incredible….’ Suna thought…. You acted like some smart little college girl, but you didn’t know why he’d want your number?

“Why do you think sweetheart? ‘M gonna take you out…” 

Your mind went blank. 

Take you out? 

“What?” you asked, genuine confusion painting your face as you stared up at him with wide eyes. 

Rintarō scoffed before looking away, making it the first time ever that he’d avoided your eyes. 

He covered his mouth with his hand, rubbing his jaw as he tried to hide the obvious blush coming over his cheeks. 

“God…” he muttered, “you’re really gonna make me spell it out?” 

And it wasn’t until then, until you saw the embarrassed blush and nervousness flickering through his eyes that you understood….

“As if…” 

Suna’s jaw practically dropped when he heard you scoff. 

But nevertheless, you reached into his front pocket, fishing out his phone before holding it out for him to unlock. 

But he was frozen. And for only the second time in the short time you’d known him, he seemed speechless. 

“Well?” you asked, pulling him out of his daze. 

“Shit.. right” he mumbled, unlocking the phone and staring at you in shock as you entered your number before handing it back to him. 

“Alright…..” you said awkwardly, getting ready to turn and head out the door. 

But once again, before you could, Rintarō wrapped his hand around your wrist and turned you around. 

“What no-mphf..” 

Rintarō held you by the chin as he placed one last kiss on your lips before pulling back, grinning. 

“Fuck that felt good,” he said, his smile only getting wider as you rolled your eyes and finally opened the door to leave. 

“Whatever pervert,” you grumbled, ducking your head as you tried to keep yourself from smiling, scowling at him one last time when he landed a light slap on your ass.

Rintarō just laughed as he watched you walk away calling behind you, “see you tomorrow night!” 

You just rolled your eyes and went to the reception desk to pay. 

And even though you left the shop with a small frown on your lips, remembering the obnoxious, inappropriate, insanely hot piercer inside, you couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in your chest. 

You got into your car, wondering if that creep from lit had finally gotten the message. 

Your phone chimed. 

Unknown Number: tomorrow night, date, be ready ;)

You smiled.

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[prettyiwa]

11 October 2016 | 05:50

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Iwaizumi isn’t sure where his body ends and yours begins, not that he minds. Your soft snores offer a soothing lullaby that keeps him in a state of tranquility, keeps him from getting up too early on his day off.

How—indescribable all of this is. It’s been nearly three months now, living with you in California, but he’s still in a state of disbelief.

He keeps waiting for the moment he wakes up, the shift in reality to remind him that he’s simply imagining, dreaming, hoping for this outcome. It’s too good to be true, to finally be here with you, to be one step closer to that dream of his that’s starting to solidify.

No longer is it only for him to become a physical trainer, for him to work alongside professional athletes, to push them to be their best, but now you’re in the picture beside him. Before, he hadn’t given it much thought, not truly. But now? There’s hardly a day that goes by where he doesn’t find himself thinking of the future he wants, wondering what role you’ll play in it.

True to your sentiments earlier in the year, you removed yourself from your parent’s influence, finding outside funding for your education, finding a new place to live with Iwaizumi once his graduation went through. You’ve already taken such great steps to show him that you’re serious about him, that you’re serious about the relationship, regardless of what obstacles may arise.

You shift on his chest, drawing his focus down to you. There’s the subtle change in your breathing that suggests your imminent change in consciousness and he can’t help himself when his fingers start to trail through your hair.

“Mmm,” you hum lightly. “G’mornin’, my handsome man.”

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Wriggling your way up, you press a sleepy kiss to the side of his mouth before a small yawn escapes you. He turns to press a kiss to your forehead, loving the tired look full of near reverence in your eyes.

“What’re we doing today?”

“What do you mean, ‘what are we doing today?’ You have class,” he asks, knowing you wouldn’t willingly miss a class now that you’re on an academic scholarship.

“Class is canceled. Teacher got sick. Go figure,” you mumble, reaching under your pillow for your phone. Unlocking your phone, the email is still the open tab on your phone, sent four hours ago. “We never get to do anything anymore. Why don’t we go out and experience nature?”

He chuckles at your pout, mulling over the possibility of a day hike. “I’ve been meaning to go to Joshua Tree.”

“C’mon, then! Let’s do it!” Your excitement is interrupted by a large yawn, accentuating how exhausted med school is leaving you. “Coffee first.”

“Whatever you want, doll. All you gotta do is ask and it's yours.”

Anything, anything at all.

over the course of 24 hours masterlist | haikyuu!! masterlist

[fem-dom-roze]

Fun Learning

Sub!Brat!Kuroo x Hard Dom!Reader

A/N : Guess whose back yall ;D

Summary : Tetsuro might be good in chemistry but you're the one helping him study mathematics. He's being childish and not taking stuff seriously but you know just how to tame him.

Warnings : Bratty Sub Kuroo, Dom Reader, reader's genitals are not mentioned but he calls them ma'am, pain kink, cock slapping (lol), cock stepping, sadism AND MOST IMPORTANTLY- MATH TERMS

tell me if I missed anything :)

"Tetsu! Pay attention goddamnit!" You bonked his head.

"Yea no this is too boring" Tetsuro responded with an eye roll

"That's not an excuse idiot. We've been trying to study the same topic for 2 hours and you haven't answered even a single question." You glared at him.

"Awh c'mon Chibi-Chan~ we have much more interesting things to do" He slid his hand on your thigh lovingly, rather seductively. You swatted his hand away, upset with his behaviour. Slowly your frown turned into a smirk.

"You know what Tetsu.. I have a great idea" You gave Kuroo the book and sat down on the table, pushing away his chair with your foot. Your foot was dangerously close to his dick.

"Read the equation on page number 69 and tell me which property is being used there."

He, looked at you questioningly but complied.

"Oh, and dare I tell you... Give a wrong answer, you face the consequences" you winked at him.

"I really have no clue and I don't wanna know either- h-holy fuck" You cut him off as you gently placed your foot on his cock and smiled, looking straight into his eyes. He knew it was a warning but he couldn't help the fact that it took him mere seconds to get an erection. You didn't miss the tent in his sweatpants either.

"No, I really don't know babe. And now that I think about it... I'd like to find out more about the so called Consequences" He smirked and looked up at you.

You grinned.

"Oh fuck Chibi-Chan~" he threw his head back as you pressed his cock.

"Now now, back to the book baby. Next equation. And remember, the more mistakes you make, the harder the punishment."

"Ah I'm looking forward to it love. And about the next question...How about no?" oh he was asking for it.

You pressed down on his cock again, but this time not gently... It was on a thin line between pain and pleasure. His eyes widened as he grabbed the armrests to ground himself, choking on his own moan.

"Nuh uh, wrong answer prince. Try again."

"I-uh-" It was now that he felt alarmed, knowing tha he hadn't paid attention to a single thing you taught him. All he was looking at was how your hands moved as you explained, how your eyes focused on one word and another, how cute you looked when you got angry at him when he didn't answer.

"What happened? Cat got your tongue, baby?" You pressed at the moist spot on his sweats.

"Shit, Babe, hey, how about we continue this concept tomorrow? Start it again? I r-really don't think we can-"

"Tetsuro..."

He looked at you with puppy-eyes, little did he know that only fed the sadist in you as you grinned. Your hand reached for the scale behind you. You got off the table and stood in front of him looking down at him with an intimidating look.

"C-chibi-chan?"

"Uh-uh.. Ma'am"

"Babe we can talk ab-" He jumped in his seat as you whipped the scale on his cock.

"What did I say?"

"MA'AM M-MA'AM"

"good. Now tell me sweetheart, how do you prove that AO/BO = CO/DO?"

"Fuck- I can't- I can't think when you have that goddamn scale on my cock baby-"

SLAP

You slapped his cock again as he thrashed in his chair, knowing well enough about what would happen if he disobeyed you and got up.

You laughed, "Too fucking bad, love. Let's continue"

After around 23 questions and 2 hours of pure torture you grinned at the sight of him, watery eyes with a few tears falling, hair a mess, drool falling from his lips, head thrown back and no thought in his brain, just you and your evil scale.

"Baby, looking at your state right now, I think I might go a little easy on you hm? What's 2×2?"

He sobbed and looked at you, not being able to comprehend what you just said.

You hovered the scale right over his erect cock as he bucked up, making you chuckle.

"It's pathetic how slutty you're acting" You spit, your words sounding more mocking than venomous. He gulped at the statement only hearing the words 'pathetic' and 'slutty'.

"What's 2×2?"

"F-F-Four"

"Oh, the painslut does know the answer to that huh? That's amazing baby, you deserve a reward don't you?"

Registering the word 'reward' excited him. He nodded eagerly.

You smiled, as your hand slipped under his sweatpants to find his erect abused cock and started stroking it gently. Tetsuro moaned with pleasure of friction as the pain of being oversensitive just added to it.

Even though he didn't learn a lot, he would never forget the little he did.

[nykie-love-anime]

Day 18 ~ Road Trip

The team during a road trip to the beach and their roles while on this road trip.

Daichi

The one driving

Because coach and Takeda are tired after the year they just had and they deserve sleep

No other answers are accepted, except for Sugawara, because they want to arrive to the beach safely

Yeah coach Ukai and Takeda are there but the boys wanted to treat them for everything they have done for them

Reader

The one that brought snacks and drinks

Tissues for Tanaka because he usually cries during some movies

A first-aid kit because they are rowdy boys, they get into a lot of accidents

And movies to play on the car screen for said rowdy boys

Tanaka

The one that screams punch buggy the whole time when he sees a Beetle

He punches someone “gently” because man doesn’t know his strength

He is the one that cries at the movie playing

He loves to play dumb car games along with Asahi

Nishinoya

Man loves to snack

“I want one.” He points at the chips in Hinata’s hand

“Give me that.” He takes the box of cookies from Asahi

“Let me just take that.” He takes the bag of chips from Hinata because he is less likely to bite him

Asahi

Likes to play car games like the old man that he is along with Tanaka

Let’s Nishinoya eat his cookies because he brought extra just for that reason

Not that the rowdy boy ever lets him eat alone with the second box

Brought a volleyball ball and a net just for beach volleyball

Sugawara

Plays the games along with Asahi and Tanaka when he is not giving directions

The one that actually know how to read the roadmap when the GPS gives out

The co-driver whenever Daichi gets tired or just needs a break

Just being an amazing navigator not missing any signs where to turn or somethings like that

Tsukishima

Backseat driver

He just likes to bitch about everything and everyone

If he doesn’t like the food you packed you will not hear the end of it

“This is a boring movie Y/N.” to “Could you not pack better snacks?”

“Can you guys shut up I am trying to focus on my music.”

Has his headphones on for most of the ride after he is done bitching

Hinata

The one that sits in the very back, quietly for once while looking out of the window not bothering a soul

Because Kageyama is out cold for most of the drive he can be a bit calm

Just waiting to get to the beach to play volleyball because boy is obsessed

Kageyama

The sleeper

He loves his sleep and he knows once they get to the beach he is not going to sit still for a minute

The eater

But going back to sleep after filling his stomach

Yamaguchi

The one who reminds the driver to pull over so that everyone can go to the bathroom

Also remind the driver the boys needs to stretch their legs

And telling interesting facts about what he knows

“The cornea is one of only two parts of the human body without blood vessels.”

Then he goes on and on about what he knows but they love him so they pretend to listen to all his facts

Loves to give his 2 cents when Daichi and Sugawara are talking about certain things he knows a lot about

Ennoshita

The one that has the perfect music taste

He plays music every time they are on a trip

Will accommodate everyone’s need when it isn’t crap songs

Kinoshita

Like Hinata he sits in the very back

Reading the newest spy drama series he is interested in

Not talking unless he is spoken to

Narita

Also sits at the very back

He likes to play video games on his switch only bothering you when he is hungry for something

Like Kinoshita he is quiet unless spoken to

Takeda

The one who reminds everyone to put on sunscreen once they get to the beach

Also the one who reminds everyone to drink enough fluids as it is very hot as to not pass out from dehydration

Coach Ukai

He is the one that doesn’t listen to Takeda and catches a nasty sunburn

He fell asleep after getting to the beach because he didn’t sleep to well the night before

Thanks to Takeda keeping him awake stressing about their safety on a phone call

Yachi

Buys everyone an ice cream of their choice

Reads quietly while watching the boys play beach volleyball

Will participate when they ask her to help the with extra players

Like Takeda reminds the boys to drink water

Kiyoko

Keeps the rowdy boys in check when they start to get to loud in the bus and on the beach as well

Plays volleyball along with the boys without being asked

She is not afraid to dive for the ball and everyone is impressed with her

Including you, her twin brother, who could not be prouder that you taught her how to play in your first year as high schoolers

Day 17 | Masterlist | Day 19

[icyhottodo178]

His Love: Kenma Kozume x Female Reader

𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚, 18+ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 965

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩!

You were exhausted when you came back home from work as Kenma greeted you but you only gave him a small smile before walking past him to the living room to sit down on the couch and he sat next to you.

“You alright? You seem really tired and that’s coming from someone who stays up late from time to time,” Kenma said to you as you told him about work and how you had spent an extra hour with finishing your work before you were allowed to go home. Most of your coworkers had gone home before you since it was Valentine’s Day as they had finished before you did which frustrated you because you wanted to spend time with Kenma and you sighed in annoyance.

“I just wish I had finished early so that we could spend Valentine’s Day together but I didn’t because of my fucking annoying boss!” You said as you raised your voice at the end of your sentence and you took a deep breath to calm down while Kenma hugged you to comfort you. You relaxed in his embrace as you felt a bit better than you were previously and he soon lets you go before he gets up to get something for you.

When he came back, he had a teddy bear along with your favourite chocolates as you gasped at the surprise since you had almost forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day today but once Kenma had give the gifts to you, you were reminded of the holiday. You kissed him on the lips before you pulled away as he smiled at you and hoped that you were feeling better than before.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful. I hope these gifts help you feel better and that you haven’t forgotten about this day,” Kenma said to you as you shook your head indicating that you hadn’t forgotten about today being Valentine’s Day since you had gifts for your boyfriend. You got up to go and get them as you had gotten two new games for Kenma since you knew that he wanted them so much but he wasn’t able to get them.

“Are these the games that I said I wanted to get but couldn’t get since I wasn’t able to find them? You got them for me? Thank you so much,” Kenma said as he kissed your cheek and you were glad to see him happy. He places the games down before he takes you by your hand and takes you upstairs to the bedroom as you were puzzled by his action but soon it all made sense to you.

Clothes were taken off as they were thrown in a messy pile on the floor and you both started to kiss each other before pulling away. You laid down on the bed as Kenma hovers over you before he spreads open your legs and starts to lick your clit while you moan. You knew that you were becoming wet as he continued and he inserts a finger inside of your hole to finger you, your moans becoming louder. He continues his actions as you were so close but he stops before you could even cum and you whine while he takes his finger out, smirking at your reaction.

“Kenma! You tease! D-Don’t do that…” You said as you weren’t expecting him to tease you like that since he normally wouldn’t do such a thing and he went back to licking your clit while inserts two fingers inside of your hole, starting the whole process again but stopping before you could even cum. You whine as you really wanted him to stop teasing you and you wanted his cock to be inside you already. He knew what you wanted as he wanted you to beg for it and then he’ll give it to you.

“I know what you want, beautiful but I won’t give it to you unless you beg for it! So beg for it!” Kenma said as he wraps his hand around his cock before he begins to stroke it and he waits for you to beg for his cock to be inside of you like he had instructed you to do so took a minute to gather your thoughts before you spoke up.

“Please give me your cock, Kenma! I need it very badly so please give it to me!” You begged as he smiled at your response and he thrust his seven inch cock inside of your pussy hole before he starts to move slowly at first but soon he increases his speed while you moan even louder than before. He continues to pound your pussy as his cock moves in and out of you while the feeling of release came for you. You moan one last time as you cum while Kenma follows after you and cums inside you while he groans in satisfaction. He stays inside for another two minutes before he pulls out as you could feel his seed leak out of your hold and he picks you up before carrying you to the bathroom.

Once inside of the bathroom, Kenma turns on both of the taps so that the bathtub fills up before turning them off once the bathtub is full with enough water and he places you inside of the bathtub, getting in after you were inside. You sighed in relief as Kenma wraps his arms around your waist and you kiss him on the lips before pulling away.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. Thank you for being my boyfriend and for helping me whenever I need it especially today. I love you so much,” You said to Kenma as you were glad to have spent Valentine’s Day with your boyfriend and you would always cherish this special moment forever.

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩.

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 @icyhottodo178 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙄 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚!! 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩!!

[tsukishimawife]

-TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER-

Part 2

-you were curious why Kei acted like that but suddenly he pulls you into a empty classroom and then he said "I have been holding back for a long time now", he turn you around facing the wall and pin you while your hands on your back you can feel his harden cock grinding your ass he then speaks"and it's your fault so you have to take responsibility" he then touch your bikini "your so wer down there, what a slut" he chuckles and smirk.

-he push you on the side as he took off your lower bikini "spread your legs. Now. " you said ".. No" , still he didn't care and got between on your legs now he took out his hardened throbbing cock "... " as he rub your clit that makes you moan "what a slut" he then put on finger in his long fingers are inside you now , after a while he put his cock and grind it in your entrance he didn't say any warning he slam his cock inside you so hard that both of you moan "ah! Kei what the atleast warn me" he just smirk as start to thrust so hard and deep and pulled your hair "you shouldn't wear something like this mi Amor" as his trust got more faster and harder slamming his cock on you feels so good but also hurt at the same time you were moaning non stop "lower your voice don't forget were still here" you covered your mouth as Kei watch you struggle he smirk it's like it's saying *that's what I like* , he was trusting so hard that tiny blood appear he didn't care at all "fuck it's all your fault for wearing something like that ", he keep slamming his cock on your wet pussy after a while he pulled out and he cums his hot sticky seed on your belly as moan and groan " fuck that feels good, better than I imagined " you fall asleep due to exhaustion he just smirk and say "well continue this later, 1 round is not enough for me"

The end.

Should I make part 3👀, sorry for late I got busy still I hope you love it 🤝.