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kazemi-archive · 11 months

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Out For the Night

Pairing: Bodyguard!Matsukawa Issei x Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Genre: Fluff

CW: alcohol use

Part Five of I Would-With No Question-Protect You With My Life

It’s easy, you realize, to forget that Matsukawa and his time don’t belong only to you. You’d grown accustomed to having him around at all times, whenever you asked. He was there at your every beck and call. Most of the time. You’d forgotten that he wasn’t always there, that being with you was working and that he could take days off and time away from you.

It is a fact that you are easily reminded of tonight, as you stand in the doorway of the living room, dejected as you watch Matsukawa pull on his coat.

“My replacement will be attending to you tonight.” He was too busy pulling on his shoes to notice the disappointment painting your features as you watched his moves. “I’ve told him about how sometimes you like to go out, he’ll tag along with you if you want him to. Or he’ll wait in the car. Try not to ditch him.” He looked up then, seeing a small pout on your lips as you stood there with your arms crossed. “Stop pouting, it’s just for tonight.”

“Well my brother didn’t invite me to come drink.” You huffed and Matsukawa rolled his eyes a little but still couldn’t help the small smile on his lips at your childishness. “He’s taking both you and Makki tonight. That isn’t fair.”

He laughed a little, missing up your hair as he walked passed you. “It’s just beers, I’ll be back in the morning.”

You didn’t quite understand it. The feeling of upset flooding your body, the dejected feeling of loss when he wasn’t there for you to bug and bother. Had that not been your whole goal in the months that he’d been your bodyguard? The game Youd been playing to try to get him to quit and leave you alone. Maybe it was different now, now that he’d stuck it out longer than any other had. You weren’t sure that you liked the foreign feeling.

Matsukawa was across town, feeling the same disconnectedness as you felt at home. It wasn’t that he wasn’t having fun, he was all too happy to be out with two of his best friends again, to be off duty and relaxing. He couldn’t, however, get you out of his head, fretting ever-so-much about whether or not you’d tried and succeeded to ditch the stand-in bodyguard and if you were safe without him there.

It was especially hard to get you out of his head when your brother and Hanamaki were bringing you up every second that they could possibly turn the conversation back to you. Like now, when your brother - already a few drinks in - was now nudging at Matsukawa’s shoulder, reaching across Hanamaki to do so.

“You know Mattsun, no other bodyguard has stuck around for her as long as you have.” Matsukawa chuckles at that, his cheeks heating up a bit under the assault of the semi-compliment and the influence of his alcohol (which he’s had more of than he’d like to admit. “Or made this many changes to family schedules and assignments.” Your brother continues, turning his attention to Hanamaki. Your brother, currently the drunkest of the three, brings his hand up to pinch Hanamaki’s cheek a bit, leaning himself mostly on his friend’s shoulder and looking up at him with glazed eyes. “I do miss my favorite driver being around all the time.

Matsukawa smirks as he watches Hanamaki’s cheeks flare up under the sudden undivided attention of your brother. But his smirk falls soon as Hanamaki, despite stuttering slightly, easily turns your brother’s attention away again. “Yeah well, you know, the way y/n and Mattsun act around each other, he might actually make it as her permanent bodyguard. Who knows.”

Your brother laughs at that easily, letting his eyes linger on the way Hanamaki’s words form for just a second before snapping his gaze back to Matsukawa. “So, my sister got you wrapped around her finger yet Mattsun?”

Matsukawa’s attempt to answer was cut off by Hanamaki quickly. “Oh boy, does she?” Hanamaki laughs as Matsukawa feels his neck start to heat up, embarrassment crawling up to his ears in preparation for what was about to come from Hanamaki’s lips. “She gets whatever she wants.” Your brother’s eyes were back on Hanamaki, fully invested in the words he was releasing. “She drags Mattsun all over the place, whenever and wherever she wants.” Matsukawa shakes his head, tipping his drink back to finish it, before waving down the bartender for something stronger. “Bit of a pushover for her, honestly.”

“Our Matsukawa Issei?” Your brother gasped dramatically, slapping his hand onto his chest in mock horror. He couldn’t keep the charade up for more than a second, laughing almost immediately as he leaned back on Hanamaki. “You just let her have her way with you, don’t you Mattsun?”

Matsukawa is quick to choke on his drink as he immediately tries to defend himself only to have Hanamaki beat him to the punch. “Yeah, just not in the way that he wants.” Hanamaki was rewarded with a swift smack to the back of the head by Matsukawa.

Matsukawa swore at that moment, that he wouldn’t mind washing Hanamaki’s blood out of his clothes but the comment seemed to go right over your brother’s head anyways, his attention now drawn to where Matsukawa had hit Hanamaki, fawning over the (not really) injured friend.

Hanamaki knew he was right though; he knew from the very first time he saw you and Matsukawa together, way before Matsukawa was even assigned to be your bodyguard. Hanamaki has watched you grow up, he’s learned everything about you, what made you tick and how you acted, he’s watched your other bodyguards come and go. He knew that no other bodyguard had pulled the kind of actions, reactions, responses out of you that Matsukawa did. And Hanamaki knew Matsukawa, had been his best friend since they were kids. He knew from the second he first saw Matsukawa with you that Matsukawa wouldn’t be able to stop himself from falling in love with you.

It was obvious (to Hanamaki at least) from the way that Matsukawa was more distant tonight - busy thinking about you - and the way he kept downing drinks, his face and neck getting hotter every time you were brought up again, that it had already started.

Matsukawa is moving slow the next morning, sunglasses on his eyes despite the morning sun not really being all that bright. He’s already grumbling when he’s getting into the front seat of Hanamaki’s car, even when you’re leaning forward from the back offering him a large coffee - something he graciously takes with a small smile at you. A smile he quickly loses when Hanamaki restarts the car and his ears are suddenly assaulted by the blasting of music that you and Hanamaki had already been listening to.

He’s quick to sink in his seat with a groan, mentally hoping that Hanamaki might break a few traffic laws and get them to your brother’s house faster so that he can have a companion in his suffering. It doesn’t help that you and Hanamaki are purposely being obnoxious and overly loud in your singing along to the tunes that you could definitely turn down a few notches in Matsukawa’s opinion. Obnoxious also, is the way you keep leaning into Matsukawa, pushing at his shoulder a bit and begging him to sing along with the two of you, often chorused by Hanamaki’s “yeah, c’mon Mattsun just be a little fun for once.”

It’s this most recent time that you ask that you finally get a bit of a reaction out of Matsukawa. Spice Girls’ Wannabe is playing on the video and you and Hanamaki are singing along, nudging at Matsukawa again. Matsukawa, finally tired of it and slightly irritable from the hangover - despite the coffee - rolls his eyes with a sigh.

“I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want.” He starts with a sigh, more a grumble than actually singing, but it’s in tune and doesn’t stop you and Hanamaki lighting up in excitement as you return.

“So tell me what you want, what you really, really want.” You and Hanamaki sing loudly, keeping your energy as you bounce excitedly. “I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna-” You’re nudging Matsukawa as he’s nodding along, eyebrows raised and only slightly amused, knowing what he’s doing.

“I wanna really, really, really wanna - hear you shut up.” He keeps the right rhythm to the end, both you and Hanamaki’s jaws dropping in shock at the words.

Both of you are quick to boo at him, your insults of ‘no fun’ and ‘buzzkill’ only feeding the smug grin on Matsukawa’s lips as Hanamaki’s car finally pulls up outside of your brother’s apartment building where he is already waiting. Matsukawa’s relief, however, is short-lived when he realizes that your brother is seemingly not sharing the misfortune of being hungover in your and Hanamaki’s presence. Your brother joining in immediately, laughing at Matsukawa’s situation when you explain what had been happening with a bubbly attitude.

The laughing is cut short, however, when your brother glances at the time and realizes what it reads as. “Alright,” he’s still stifling chuckles as he pipes up, tapping Hanamaki on the shoulder to signal him to go, “let’s go. Mom and dad wanna hand over the keys to your guys’ new place.”

His comment has everyone else in the car freezing. Simultaneous comments coming from both you and Matsukawa as you both twist to look at your brother.

“Excuse me?”

“Our what?”

“Fuck,” your brother says, but its shadowed by another burst of laughter, “forget I said that, it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

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bobaji · 3 years

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MASTERCLASS ONE: TEASE HER.

who: matsukawa/f!reader, established relationship

info: 1.074 words, smut + pwp.

kinks: public sex, voyeurism, soft!matsukawa, dacryphilia, dirty talk, begging

summary: your boyfriend, issei matsukawa, has a class where he teaches men how to properly fuck a girl. and you’re his example.

— part one of the masterclass series.

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+ this blog contains dark content.

Your heart was racing as you stood in front of the class. Men of varying ages -- 18 to their late 40s all sat in seats regarding you with interest. You leaned against the empty desk that sat in front of the room, arms crossed over your chest to hide what the silk robe you wore didn’t.

“You’re all here to learn how best to please a woman,” Issei started, fiddling with the silver rings on his hands, “The first step is coming here in the first place, wanting to better yourself. Good job. By the end of this class, you’re going to know how to make a girl cum like you know the back of your hand,” his eyes shifted over the crowd, examining their expressions -- most had their eyes glued to you, not that he minded, “We have some ground rules before we begin. One, no one is allowed to touch her,” he gestured to you, “Two, do not speak to or about her. I don’t care if it’s a compliment, I promise she doesn’t want to hear a random guy tell her how hot she is. And she sure as hell doesn’t want to hear you dirty talk to her. Finally, I don’t want to see anyone’s hand dancing in their pants. I know this may get hot and dirty but...this is educational, not live porn. Everyone understand? Any questions?”

There were murmurs from all over the room and head shakes. Issei nodded his head and turned to you again, smiling before approaching you, “Are you ready, pretty girl?”

You let out a soft breath and nod. He hums and cups your cheek, pressing his lips to yours in a fleeting kiss before gripping your waist and lifting you onto the desk. The wood surface was cold beneath the sensitive, warm skin of your thighs, making you jump before quickly settling.

“Now, gentleman,” Issei spoke, trailing his fingers across your arm, “This first class, we’ll be starting off simple. I know when you take a girl home, or you go home to your wife...girlfriend, whatever, you want to jump right into it. Maybe get her on her knees, have her suck your cock...maybe eat her out a little bit, yeah?”

The class responded with hums of agreement, all focused on the way your boyfriend gently razed your skin, making goosebumps rise in response.

He hummed, “Let me tell you, sex is best...when she’s even more into it than you are. Before you can really get to the good parts...first things first...make her want it more than anything.”

“‘Sei…” you whisper, lashes flutters when his fingertips grazed your inner thighs. You opened them up a bit more, hoping he’d give you more only for him to trail them back up your body, to the tie of your robe.

“Women are more intricate than men are,” Issei explained, plucking at the tie so your robe fell open, “They need more care and attention. They need to feel safe and appreciated. Even if it’s some random girl you picked up at a bar, if you take the time to make her feel sexy and wanted...it’ll be worth your time, I promise. Ease her mind and her body will follow.”

He pushed the material of your robe from your shoulders and you pulled your hands from the sleeves, letting it pool around the desk. Your boyfriend smiled, meeting your needy gaze before his hand found your breast, cupping it lightly. You pushed your chest out, pressing your breast into his hand even more only for him to let go and wrap those devious fingers around your neck. You gasp as he yanks you forward, pressing his lips against yours in a familiar, needy kiss.

Your lips work together flawlessly, his teeth nipping your bottom lip as he gives your throat intermittent squeezes.

He pulls away suddenly and you whine, attempting to chase his lips only for him to laugh, “Soon, she’ll be squirming and shaking like a leaf. You’ll have her right where you want her, needy and whining for more.”

You hadn’t noticed the way your entire body was trembling, thighs tense as they squeezed together in an attempt to relieve the ache that had begun to build there from his teasing.

“Teasing is different from foreplay. Before you can get her body ready for you, you have to get her mind ready. Focus on her, not yourself,” Issei explained, gripping your knee, pushing them open, “By this point, she should be wet and ready for you to touch her properly.”

You let out a harsh breath and eagerly open your thighs. You don’t even notice the way the men in the class all shift at the sight of you baring yourself so openly for your boyfriend. All you know is how much you want him, you feel like your body is on fire.

His palms smooth down your body, pausing to pinch your nipples, giving them proper attention for a fleeting second before moving on. When he reaches your inner thighs, he digs his nails into the skin to make you whimper, the bite of pain only fanning the flames of your need for him.

“Hmm, look at that,” he muses, using two fingers to spread your folds open. You gasp and arch your hips up. His touch is so, so close to where you desperately want it, “Little cunt is drooling such a mess all over the desk.”

“‘Sei, please,” you sob, letting yourself fall back on the desk, losing all strength to keep yourself up, “Want it so bad.”

“Aw, you sound like you’re gonna cry, baby,” he coos, condescending, before turning back to the class, “By now, you should finish with your teasing and start getting into the foreplay. But unfortunately, that’s all the time we have. We’ll review everything next week and get into the foreplay properly.”

You fall limp against the desk as he steps away from you completely, leaving you trembling and whimpering as he bids the class goodbye. Once it’s empty, he locks the door and approaches you once again.

“They were all looking at you like a bunch of rabid dogs,” he whispers, leaning down to press his lips against the soft skin of your stomach, next to your belly button, “But luckily for you, you don’t have to wait until next week for more.”

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heich0e · 2 years

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4play Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime/reader (haikyuu!!) word count: 8.2k rating: E (18+, minors DNI) tags: gangbang, dry humping, oral f!receiving, edging, unsafe sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol, consensual sex while mildly under the influence, voyeurism kinda?, makki and mattsun are bad roommates a/n: this is the filthiest thing i've ever written! sorry!

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Through the trials and tribulations of first-hand experience, you’ve come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a good roommate or a bad roommate — instead of a binary, it’s more like an ever-fluctuating spectrum that exists between the two.

Some roommates are tidy but loud; others are messy, but beyond the disaster they leave in the kitchen after every meal they cook you hardly notice they’re there; some roommates respect your privacy and belongings, but insist on keeping their lube in the fridge next to your orange juice.

In short: it’s never black and white.

Ultimately, living with roommates is just an unfortunate inevitability — though if you could afford to live alone as a broke university student, you would — and you have to learn to adjust your lifestyle to cope with it.

Living with strangers is a bit weird, like your first roommate freshman year: a tiny girl who was perfectly pleasant to cohabitate with, and said almost nothing beyond the absolute nightmare fuel she used to mutter in her sleep on the other side of your shared shoe-box of a dorm room. You, decidedly, preferred living with friends whom you knew and trusted not to tell you they were going to kill you in their sleep.

Which is precisely how, after moving out of your dorm first year after realizing residence just wasn’t for you, you ended up moving in with two of your best friends from high school: Hanamaki Takahiro and Matsukawa Issei.

Living with members of the opposite sex presented an entirely new spectrum of difficulty, to be sure. But you knew Makki and Mattsun, you’d been friends since you were 15, and you’d long grown used to their antics and eccentricities. So all in all, the three of you made a pretty solid trio of housemates — so solid in fact that your cohabitation somehow managed to endure all the way through to your senior year.

Which is how you find yourself on the phone with a friend in the kitchen of your three-bedroom apartment just off campus in the early afternoon, AirPods in, tidying up some dishes that someone (probably Makki) left out that morning before heading to class. Your lab that morning was cancelled, and rather than make your way to campus for the one other class you had scheduled that day, you decided to treat yourself and play hooky for once.

“His name was soooo long, too,” your friend’s plaintive voice sighs from the other end of the call, in the process of regaling you with the story of a dating app hookup gone wrong the evening prior. “And I only called him ‘daddy’ because I didn’t know if we were close enough to nickname him, and somehow that felt less personal!”

You huff out a little breath of air, halfway to a chuckle, twirling the slightly damp towel that you’d just finished drying the dishes with between your hands. “What’s the point of a boy even having a name if it isn’t moanable?”

Your friend’s tittering laugh resounds through your headphones and you giggle along with her, a sly smile pinching at your cheeks at your own joke.

Movement in the corner of your eye startles you, and you whip around suddenly to see Hiro (aforementioned dish-leaver and everyday bane of your existence) leaning in the doorway as though waiting for you to notice him, both hands tucked down the front of his grey sweatpants. He looks at you with a single eyebrow drawn up.

“Jesus christ, make your presence known you creep — No, not you,” you assure your friend on the other line when she makes an indignant, confused noise. You roll your eyes after tossing a brief glare at the boy still standing in the doorway, looking as pleased as ever. “Makki was lurking behind me.”

You quickly end your call with your friend once you realize that your nosy roommate has no intention of going anywhere anytime soon, popping your headphones out from your ears and turning to look at him with an unimpressed scowl on your face.

The corner of his mouth quirks up, the exact opposite of your own.

“So, moanable names, huh?”

You huff, annoyed that not only was he eavesdropping but now he was trying to make some sort of group discussion of the indignity. “Fuck off.”

“No, no. Tell me more.” Makki slides a little further into the kitchen, grinning down at you. “Is my name moanable?”

“Makki, I swear to god,” you try to sound threatening but it just comes out exasperated. You’re used to his antics — you’ve been friends for long enough that you’ve simply become acclimatized to the garden-variety chaos he seems to exude at all times, but this conversation felt like it was toeing a lie that you didn’t want to cross.

“I didn’t even know this was something girls care about, so help me out here,” he said, cajoling you further. “Friend to friend, I gotta know. Tell me.”

“No.”

“No as in it’s not moanable? Or no as in you won’t tell me?” he pesters on, and you only get more flustered and annoyed as he bullies you a little further into the corner of the kitchen where the counter meets the stove in an L-shape.

“No as in there’s no way in hell I’m having this conversation with you.”

You hit him with the dish towel in your hands, though not hard enough to do any real damage, and he yelps but he’s still grinning all the while.

“Now what’s going on in here?” a deep voice full of mirth pries your attention away from the strawberry blonde crowding over you, and your gaze lands on your second roommate.

Mattsun is leaning against the doorframe in much the same way Makki had been only a moment prior, still wearing his jacket — he must have just gotten back from his morning class, though you hadn’t heard him come in.

If you’d been hoping for salvation in his sudden appearance, the smirk on Matsukawa’s face all but dashes that aspiration.

Once Makki gets him up to speed, he all too delightedly joins in.

“It’s really not that hard of a question,” Mattsun drawls, cocking his head to the side. He’s still on the opposite end of the room, a full six feet or more away from you, but his presence is just as stifling as if he was hovering over you like Makki presently found himself. “We’d tell you if you were the one asking, you know.”

Your lips part a little, and a terrible, treacherously inquisitive voice in the back of your mind tells you that you should ask — that you want to know if they think your name is moanable.

You bury the thought as quickly as it surfaces, choking it back with your indignation.

“Well I’m not asking, and I have no plans to — now or ever,” you shove a little against Makki’s chest to give yourself a bit more space. He hardly budges.

Why are your friends all so fucking tall?

“Well, it is.”

You blink, eyes flickering up towards Hiro who had said the words.

“Your name,” he explains, pressing the tip of his pointer finger to the furrow that had made itself known upon your brow, reading the signs of your confusion without you needing to openly express them. “Super moanable.”

“Agreed,” Mattsun pipes in unprompted from the doorway, and your eyes flicker over to see his smirk had given way to a full-on grin — wolfish though it may be.

You snap out of your stupor and smack Hiro’s hand away, throwing your dishtowel right in his face as you shoulder by him towards the door, glowering at Mattsun on your way past for good measure.

You storm off, footfalls heavy on the floor of the hallway as you go, and slam the door behind you once you make it into the sanctuary of your own bedroom.

You’re mad at both of them — borderline fuming as you throw yourself down atop your unmade bed.

Because it’s awkward.

And annoying.

And unnecessary.

They both have perfectly moanable names.

You know it.

They know it.

Hell, you hear their hookups do it often enough through the paper-thin walls of your three-bedroom to say it with an almost unfair degree of certainty. Walls so thin it’s like you can see through them — can see all the ways the two boys you’ve known for years are making those girls you’ll never actually get the opportunity to properly meet scream.

Admittedly, you hear cries of Issei more often than Hiro, but the latter is always more ragged, more desperately obscene than the former. The sounds echo through the apartment so clearly that not even your noise cancelling headphones are enough to drown them out some nights, and you find yourself falling asleep to the mortifying thought of what it might be like to be the one who was screaming their names.

You bury your burning face in your pillow at the thought and resist the urge to shriek.

The rest of your day is spent hiding in your room; watching Netflix on your laptop, taking sporadic naps, and rationing the water in the bottle you kept on your bedside table to stave off the need to leave your bed for as long as humanly possible.

There’s a bit of noise that drifts into your room throughout the afternoon, specifically in the evening as two familiar voices join the other two that had been in the apartment for most of the day. Oikawa and Iwaizumi were supposed to come over to drink and play video games that night, and their arrival had crept up on you faster than anticipated.

About half an hour after they land, you get a text from Iwa asking if you’re gonna come out and join them, but you ignore it and pretend to be asleep.

Eventually the water bottle goes dry, and you can’t ignore the grumbling of your stomach any longer, and when you think the coast is clear — shouts in the living room telling you that the boys are likely distracted by whatever game they were playing —you slink out of your room to grab a snack from the kitchen.

You’re quiet as you pry open your bedroom door, careful to avoid the parts of the floor along the way which you know are a little creaky and might give you away. You’re so focused on where you’re stepping that you don’t notice a figure stepping out from the bathroom until you’re colliding with a broad, muscular chest that smells like expensive cologne and fabric softener. You squeak in surprise, looking up to see Oikawa grinning down at you.

“Going somewhere, sleeping beauty?” he teases you, and you stumble back from him.

“I was just, uh, I just wanted to get something to eat,” you say quietly, nodding towards the doorway to the kitchen at the other end of the hall.

Oikawa takes a step forward, bullying you with his much larger frame back towards the living room.

“We’ve got plenty of snacks to share,” he says with a knowing smirk that makes your skin prickle, and you wonder just how much of your altercation earlier in the afternoon Mattsun and Makki had already shared with him. “And now that you’re awake you can join us!”

You sigh in defeat, following along behind him to where the other three boys are waiting in the living room.

The coffee table is already covered in empty beer cans and bowls of half-eaten snacks, and your eyes immediately hone in on a bowl of the pretzel sticks you’d been hoping to snag from the kitchen on your pilgrimage that had been unceremoniously derailed.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Oikawa chirps as he flops himself back onto the couch next to Issei, whose attention remains focused on the screen in front of him as he and Hiro (who was seated in the chair beside the sofa) went 1v1 on some combat game you never really got into.

Iwaizumi looks up from his place on the floor, spotting you hovering in the doorway and shooting you a little smile. He pats the open space on the floor beside him and you resignedly shuffle over to join him.

“Did you have a good nap?” he asks with a laugh as you sit crosslegged to his left.

You nod curtly. “Can you pass me the pretzels?”

You settle in with the bowl in your lap once he hands it to you, popping a salty snack into your mouth and risking a glance at your two roommates on the other side of the room. Neither of them appear bothered or otherwise moved by your sudden appearance, and they seem to have let your earlier conversation go. Mattsun even brings you back a beer after his next trip into the kitchen, which you accept — cracking the can open and carefully sipping the carbonation that fizzles up over the rim.

Your empty stomach from barricading yourself in your room all afternoon means that the beer hits you faster than the pretzel sticks you and Iwa were sharing, and before you know it all the tension you’d been feeling in your shoulders has fizzled away like the bubbles in the beer you’re all drinking.

You really should have seen it coming.

“So,” Oikawa drawls, draping himself over the arm of the sofa overhead, leaning towards you. “Do I have a moanable name?”

And you’re mortified.

Makki does nothing to conceal his laughter at your horrified expression. Mattsun’s smirk is thinly veiled at best. Iwa (the only one you’re leaving in your will, decidedly) tells them to fuck off and drop it, his voice gruff and firm.

“I think as a friend we have a right to know these things, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa counters his friend’s command, holding a hand to his chest. “Don’t you want to know?

“I don’t care,” Iwa bites back, but there’s the slightest waver in it, the furtive way that he steals a glance at you that betrays the comment’s sincerity.

Oh.

“God, fine!” you huff out, exasperated and embarrassed and ready to just put this entire conversation to rest once and for all. “I’m sure you all have moanable names — happy now?”

The boys take pause at that.

“But which one of us has the most moanable name?” Makki asks with a smirk, leaning forward in his seat to leer at you. The look in his eyes is predatory, and makes something in you rise like panic, but without the actual fear of any danger.

Anticipation, you realize. That’s what you’re feeling.

Their video game has been abandoned now, one controller dangling loosely from Makki’s hand while Issei’s has been discarded on the coffee table.

Their eyes are all on you.

“I- I don’t know that, you perv!” you squeak out, heat climbing so quickly in your cheeks it’s making you dizzy, and you’re uncertain if it’s the beer or the blood rush that’s to blame. Maybe both. “Who am I to judge that?”

“Could you?”

Your eyes flicker to Mattsun.

“Judge it, I mean,” he adds when he sees the blank look on your face.

“Wh- how?” you squeak out, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. The atmosphere in the room has changed, become charged, in the few moments since the subject had come up.

“Moan for us,” Oikawa says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You blink, absolutely bewildered by the request.

“Moan for us, please?” Oikawa stretches forward, his hand cupping your cheek. He looks so sweet and beseeching as his thumb presses down into your bottom lip.

“Why me?” you manage to ask through the pulse pounding in your throat.

“You’re the only girl, so you’re the only one who can do it, y’know, authentically,” Makki says from his seat. Your eyes flicker over to him, Oikawa’s thumb still prodding against your mouth. “Plus you’re hot.”

You roll your eyes, but you undeniably feel a shiver run through you when none of the other men in the room make any efforts to dispute his claim.

“So?” Mattsun asks, and the single word is so loaded that you feel like it sucks all the air from the room.

Oikawa finally pulls away from you, and the five of you sit quietly for a moment.

“Okay.”

You have no idea what makes you say it. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your bloodstream, maybe it’s something more depraved that was already inside of you long before you brought the can of beer to your lips that evening, the same thing that occasionally had your fingers creeping into your panties on the nights that your headphones aren’t enough to hide the sounds coming from your roommates’ bedrooms.

Something shifts in the room the minute you agree, like a spark catching on a pool of gasoline.

Oikawa laughs, the sound absolutely delighted and conniving, from his seat on the sofa.

“How far are we taking this?” Iwa asks gruffly, your eyes flickering over to him as he sits beside you. He looks reluctant.

“That’s up to her,” Makki says, nodding in your direction.

“Whaddya say?” Mattsun asks, eyes trailing all the way up your body before landing on your face. A little twitch at the corner of his already smirking mouth, ticking upward to make the curl of his lip a little more feral. “It’s your call: how far will you let us go, sweetheart?”

Your mouth feels too dry to form a response.

“First base?” Oikawa asks sweetly, leaning over the edge of the sofa once more as his fingers skirt up your arm. His touch ghosts over the swell of your breasts, right where the neckline of your tank top dips down, but only grazes you lightly enough to leave you squirming and unsatisfied.

Your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his lips on your neck, your head lolling to the side instinctively — but the touch is so brief that you’d almost consider it chaste if not for the way his hand had slithered down to cup your pussy through the material of your leggings, brazen and self-assured.

“Second?” he poses a another question, murmuring the words directly into your skin, even though you’d never responded to the first.

He pulls away when you say nothing, your thighs clenching unconsciously to trap the pressure of his hand where it rests between your legs. His eyes are alight with something entirely too devious to look so tender as he locks gazes with you.

“Oh, you’re letting us go all the way,” he breathes the knowing words out like a prayer, honeyed and exalted.

“Don’t assume things, pervykawa,” Iwa snaps, but his voice is tighter than it had been a moment prior.

“Go on then,” Oikawa urges you, nosing at the edge of your jaw before pressing another featherlight kiss to your throat. “Tell us.”

You let a little noise out at way he presses his hand down a little firmer between your legs, your hips rolling against the pressure instinctively. Your eyes flutter closed, and when they open again, you’re acutely aware of the four men whose attentions are intently focused on you.

You swallow hard, fixing your eyes on the floor to avoid their esurient gazes.

“You can do whatever you want.”

They draw pretzels to decide the order. Four broken sticks held tight in Iwaizumi’s curled fist for them to pick from. Longest stick goes last, and the shortest first. You feel the blood drain from your face when you see who’s holding up the fated stub to start the endeavour off.

Matsukawa seems far less hesitant than you as he beckons you over into his lap. You shakily crawl a bit closer to him across the floor and then pause.

You’ve made out with Mattsun a few times over the years, mostly when you were high or a little tipsy — but it was always lazy and pointless and just for fun.

This was different.

There was a purpose to this — a goal that effectively erased all of the boundaries that normally existed between you and your friends.

“You, I-I… you can’t go first,” you say, your tone panicked as you slowly process the facts in front of you.

Mattsun smirks at you from his place on the couch, leaning down so his face is closer to yours.

“And why’s that?”

Your eyes widen, flickering to the other boys around the room who are watching you squirm with varying looks of interest - Oikawa’s smirk in particular is acutely sadistic from the other end of the sofa.

“You’re too big,” you say quietly, too much breath behind the words to make them anything more than a whisper.

You’ve heard the conversations they’ve had about the size of Mattsun’s cock over the years, and though you’ve never seen it in full view, you’ve caught him half-hard in his sweatpants first thing in the morning enough times to know they weren’t exaggerating when they called him massive.

“What was that?” Issei feigns ignorance, holding a hand up to his ear. “Repeat yourself, so we can all hear you a bit better.”

“You can’t go first,” you repeat yourself adamantly, but it’s not the part that Matsukawa wanted to hear you say, and he clicks his tongue admonishingly.

“Sure I can,” he drawls, holding up the piece of pretzel that he’d pulled, by far the shortest of the four that had been tucked into Iwaizumi’s curled palm, “it’s the luck of the draw.”

Issei extends his hand to you, and eventually you take it, allowing him to guide you up onto the sofa so you’re straddling his lap. His hands settle on your waist, thumbs dipping under the hem of your tank top to brush against the skin underneath.

“There you go,” he says, smiling up at you toothily as you brace yourself on his broad shoulders. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”

This is familiar enough. You’ve sat on his lap before, felt the way his palms flatten and slide down down down to palm your ass through the material of your leggings. He’s not smiling anymore as he peers up at you — no, that look has been replaced with something hungrier as his eyes flutter down to your lips.

You lean forward and kiss him.

Issei is a good kisser.

He has been since the first time the two of you made out in the backyard of a house party in high school when you were both drunk off of pitifully meagre amounts of liquor you’d convinced one the boys’ old volleyball senpai’s to buy for you. His lips are just as soft as they were back then, and he takes his time — focusing on your lips for what feels like an eternity before even thinking to swipe his tongue forward, pressing into your mouth gently in a gesture you’re all too happy to reciprocate.

Your lips start to burn from the way Issei nips and sucks at them, pulling away and watching with a heavy-lidded fascination as he lets your swollen bottom lip snap back into place as it slips from his teeth. You writhe in his lap.

You feel hot.

Too hot for someone who lives in a drafty apartment and isn’t wearing that many clothes to begin with.

You feel like you’re melting when Mattsun leans forward and presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, his teeth biting down into the skin.

“Issei,” when his name finally slips out from your parted, stinging lips, it’s a whimper more than a moan. You head lolls back as your eyes flutter shut.

“Come on, that doesn’t count and you know it, sweetheart,” he says, the words smug and smothered by your skin between his teeth.

“He hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re this whiny,” Oikawa chuckles breathlessly from the other end of the sofa, and for the first time you remember that the two of you aren’t alone. Your eyes flash over to the young man only a few feet away from you, watching your face carefully.

“Hey,” a hand on your chin guides your face back towards the boy whose lap you’re perched on top of. Issei’s dark eyes bore into yours, his lips pink and swollen in a way that you’re sure yours also mirror. “Why are you looking at him when I’m right here? You distracted or something?”

Issei places the hand not holding your chin on the small of your back, pulling you forward at the same time that he ruts his own hips up. You gasp as you feel the pressure of his hard cock pressing against your clothed cunt. Even through the layers of clothing separating you, you can feel just how big he is.

“O-Oh my god, Issei, you’re…” you let out a strangled yelp, your train of thought lost as he repeats the same roll of his hips as before.

“Seems like I’ve got your full attention now,” Mattsun laughs, but his words are a little hoarser than they were before, a little more laboured. He grunts as you press your chest into his, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again, your hips continuing the same steady pace that he’d set for you both.

You should be embarrassed how quickly the knot in your stomach builds up while you grind against Matsukawa’s lap, or at the very least embarrassed that you have an audience to the entire spectacle, but the heat thrumming through your veins makes you shameless and desperate. Mattsun moves with purpose and an almost inhuman precision, riling you up so fast that you find yourself on the brink of cumming and all of your clothes are still on.

His teeth bite down into the flesh of your shoulder at the exact moment the outline of the head of his cock ruts directly against your clit.

“Issei!” you throw your head back, gasping at the feeling.

“That was a moan!” Oikawa says with a sudden sharp clap of his hands, shattering the intimacy of the heated moment.

Before you know what’s happening you’re being pulled off Issei, who can only groan in response, his hands trying to cling to you as you’re pried from his lap.

“No, no, please I-“

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, too. Better even,” Oikawa smiles at you as he cuts off your desperate babbling, but it’s sharp and predatory as he lays you out on the sofa, flat on your back.

Your thighs are shaking, panties sticking between your legs as he crawls over you.

“Isn’t that right, Cherry-chan?”

You have half a mind to kick him off the couch just for the nickname, and call the whole thing off.

You dated Oikawa in high school, much to both of your dismay now that you’re older and wiser and not virgins. And he’d started calling you the pet name not long after you’d started seeing each other — citing the way your cheeks would always flush a telling, rosy hue at the slightest bit of provocation. You’d actually found it sort of sweet, until you learned (way later than you should have) that the nickname came from the fact he popped your cherry, not because you looked like one.

But you’re too worked up to do either of those things, and instead you fist the material of his t-shirt and pull him down towards you to crash his lips to yours.

Oikawa shows none of the patience that Mattsun showed in the preamble, immediately working the waistband of your pants down over your hips, underwear along with it. Before you know it, you’re naked from the waist down and Tooru is sinking to his knees on the floor between your parted thighs.

He wastes no time. Oikawa Tooru is a man who knows what he wants, and he has been for as long as you’ve known him.

Driven.

Unyielding in the pursuit of his goals.

And what he wants right now?

To break you apart.

Maybe it’s because of how worked up Mattsun had gotten you, maybe it’s the skillful way Oikawa uses this mouth, but in no time at all you find yourself on the edge.

“Oh my god, oh — haa — my god,” you’re babbling as the boy between your legs sucks your clit into his mouth. You’re trying your best to be quiet as you speak, all things considered; not quite moaning yet, though you’re uncertain as to whether or not it’s because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, or that you know the moment you do you’ll be denied yours again.

“You taste so good.” Tooru licks a long stripe up your pussy with his unfairly talented tongue, flicking the tip against your sensitive clit as he reaches the top. “So sweet.”

You keen, back arching up off the sofa as he curls two long fingers inside of you without much warning beyond the brief glimpse of him wetting them with his mouth.

You’re going to cum.

“Then do it,” Oikawa says, peering up at you lustfully from his place between your thighs, his tongue flicking out to lave against your clit again. You didn’t even realize you’d said it out loud.

Tooru spits into the hand that’s not currently three knuckles deep inside of you, and shifts slightly as he reaches down out of sight. The slick sound of him pumping his cock fills the room along with the obscene noises of him lapping at your cunt. The fact that he’s getting off on this as much as you are makes you feel even more unhinged.

When you finally cum, you feel like you’re going to die.

“Tooru!” you cry out, unable to hold the moan back any longer even in spite of your best efforts. Your thighs clamp around his head as your hips buck up against his face, back arching like a bow string drawn taught. Your hands tangle in his soft brown hair while you ride out the wave of heat that rips through your body.

You’re too far gone to worry that you’re going to be interrupted, but it doesn’t matter: the boys around the room are watching with such a fascinated intensity that none of them dare to interrupt.

“Look at that,” Makki breathes.

“Shit,” Mattsun grunts out an agreement as you struggle to catch your breath.

Oikawa’s hand has sped up it’s frantic passes along his cock, and when he shifts up to his knees on the floor below you, you catch sight of it for the first time since you were a teenager: still long and curved and nicely pink at the head, glossy with the precum oozing out of it.

“Like what you see?” he rasps out when he catches the way your eyes have travelled down to his dick, the muscles in his abdomen clenching to make them even more defined in a way that you’re uncertain is intentional or instinctive.

You nod weakly.

“Cum on me, Tooru.”

His muscles tense again.

“Where?” his pretence of nonchalance is fractured by the way his voice cracks, a pretty hand wrapped around the base of his equally pretty cock to keep himself from cumming before you tell him exactly where you want it.

“My tits,” you breathe, eyes flickering up to his feral gaze, “cum on my tits.”

One of his hands wraps around your knee, tugging you to the edge of the sofa where you’re still lying flat on your back. Your shirt rucks up slightly in the scramble, but his other hand tugs your tank top the rest of the way up over your chest, positioning himself over you between your spread legs as he pumps his hand hard and fast one, two, three times more before you feel the first spatter of cum hit your sweat-dampened skin.

You watch as he rests back on his haunches, reaching up to push his ruffled hair back from his face.

Tooru smirks, dragging a long finger through the mess he made on your chest — probably writing his name in it — as he speaks again.

“I don’t remember you being so lewd when we were in high school, Cherry-chan.”

“I don’t remember you being able to make me cum when we were in high school, either. Guess things change,” you say, and your words would have been more cutting if you were a little less breathless. Your hand reaches up and cards through Tooru’s impossibly soft hair, but what could have been a tender moment turns cutting when you curl your fingers in the tresses and tug hard — Oikawa looks like he’s holding back a moan. “And stop calling me that.”

“Here,” a voice says softly from beside you, pulling your attention away from the obnoxious boy who’d just made you cum. You let your head loll to the side to see Iwa handing you a bit of tissue. You have no idea when or where he got them from, but you thank him, watching the way his eyes follow your careful motions as you clean yourself up.

“You missed a spot,” Oikawa says, dipping down and dragging his tongue across your breast, maintaining eye contact with his best friend while he does it. You whimper a little at the way his teeth graze you when he suckles your nipple into his mouth — just for the hell of it.

“Alright, enough rekindling that old flame,” Makki says, eager for his own turn, before grabbing Oikawa by the collar of his shirt and dragging away from you. The brown-haired boy makes an indignant squawk as he’s so unceremoniously uprooted, but you have virtually no time to process it before Hiro is pulling you up to your feet and maneuvering you over to his seat, flopping down and pulling you into his lap along with him.

“Take this off,” he says, tugging at the shirt bunched up over your chest. He helps guide it up over your head properly and then he appraises you for a moment, moulding his hand to the shape of your breast.

He sighs, and it sounds soft and almost dreamy. You don’t trust it at all.

“Perfect.”

If Issei and Oikawa had been determined to unravel you as quickly as possible, Hiro is the opposite — he touches you like he wants to drive you to the brink, but never quite allow you to go over.

“‘Atta girl, just like that,” Hiro breathes as his thumb rubs infuriatingly slow circles into your clit, his other hand guiding the thick head of his cock through the slick of your slit. His shirt is long gone, but his sweatpants had only been tugged down around his knees — unsurprisingly he’d not been wearing underwear beneath them.

He’s been teasing you like this for what felt like an eternity, painstakingly circling your clit, rolling your nipples between his teeth, laving his tongue over the bite marks he’d littered across your collarbones to match the one’s Issei had made while you mewled. He appeased your needy whines with the occasional dip of his tip pressing into you, a little bit of a burn each time as you adjusted to the intrusion, you still feel too empty.

“H-hiro, please. I need it,” you’re almost sobbing as you plead to him. Hell, you are sobbing — the words mangled and watery as your fingers tangle their way into Makki’s perpetual bedhead.

“Nah, you don’t,” Makki says. “You can cum like this.”

“I don’t want to,” you warble, fingernails raking bluntly over his scalp. “Wanna cum on yo-on your cock.”

That makes him falter, slipping a little bit further inside you due to nothing but pure shock. You feel his cock twitch as you sink halfway down it.

“Oh I felt that,” you keen, tossing your head back and dropping your hips down onto him as much as his vice grip on your waist will allow — which isn’t much. “Please Hiro. I know you want to.”

“‘Course I want to,” he groans, thrusting shallowly into the tight heat between your legs. “But you’re so pretty like this, all wrecked and desperate. Who’re you begging for?”

“You,” you murmur, kissing up his throat to his jaw, sliding little pecks all the way across to his mouth. “It’s for you Hiro — so please just fuck me.”

“I don’t have a condom on,” Hiro hisses out through clenched teeth. “And I’m out.”

“I’ve got some,” Mattsun drawls from his spot on the couch and your half-lidded gaze lands on him. He licks his lips as you make eye contact, your walls clenching around the tip of Hiro’s cock that’s still half-inside you.

“Fuck you,” Makki spits, not to you, and you all know why. Mattsun is the only man in the room that would fit into the king size condoms tucked into his bedside drawer.

“I don’t care,” you keen, head lolling back.

He’s halfway in already, no condom in sight. Was it your finest hour? The most shining example of reason you’d ever set? No. But you were three quarters of the way through letting your four best friends have their way with you, so it’s fair to say that logic and reason were well beyond you by that point.

“Really?” Hiro’s voice is comically pitchy as he croaks the question out, desperate and hopeful.

“Just don’t cum inside me, ‘kay?” You nod, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his. He rolls his hips a little deeper than before, not all the way, but fuller than he’d been filling you up until that point.

“You got it, princess.”

Makki’s cock may not be the most impressive in the room, but god does he know how to use it. The first thrust to the hilt he makes has you crying out — a pitiful, broken sound that rips from somewhere deep in your chest.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Hiro moans, pulling out just to repeat the same toe-curling accuracy he’d executed on the first thrust. Three more and you’re ready to snap, and the softest pressure of his thumb on your clit has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Hiro, H-Hiro, Hiro!” you moan his name as you come undone, nails digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders as you scrabble for purchase in the pale skin.

“Fuck, fuck,” Hiro chokes out, managing two more sloppy thrusts through your orgasm before he’s pulling out of you and cumming all over his own tightly-drawn abs.

You crumple forward, hands gripping the back of the chair as your sweat-slicked chest meets Makki’s. His hands immediately reaching around to stroke your back as the two of you struggle to catch your breaths.

It’s an unusually gentle gesture, and you find yourself melting into his touch — though careful not to get the cum splattered across his skin onto yours.

“Wow,” he says with a huff of a laugh, the warm breath fanning against your ear. “Your pussy’s unreal.”

You pull back, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

Way to ruin the moment.

You flick him on the forehead, right between his brows.

You stand up onto unsteady legs and almost immediately stumble, but a strong arm around your waist keeps you upright.

You turn in the aforementioned grip to see Iwa supporting you.

“Hi, Iwa,” you say softly, for lack of anything better to say, a delirious smile on your flushed face.

“Hi,” he repeats the greeting with a sweet chuckle. He says your name quietly, and you feel something stir in the pit of your stomach. “You good?”

“Mhm,” you hum, with a little nod, very aware of the way his stiff cock is pressing into your hip as he holds you.

You wait for a second before stretching up to press your lips to his.

He freezes momentarily — like even after everything he’d just witnessed he wasn’t quite expecting it — before responding in kind, kissing you deeply and holding you a little bit tighter.

You stay like that, making out in the middle of the living room, before Iwa sweeps you up into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist as he holds you like it’s effortless and carefully he leans down, laying you out across the floor — hardly breaking the kiss all the while.

Iwa steals a pillow off the couch — you think it’s Oikawa who hands it to him but you can’t be sure — nestling it under your hips to angle them up and protect them from the hard floor underneath.

“Is this okay?” he asks, though he barely separates from your mouth to speak the words, so soft and quiet and close that it’s like you’re the only person in the world who’s meant to hear them.

You nod a little bit, your fingers tracing through his short hair while he’s hovering over you.

“We can stop here, you know,” he says, brushing his nose against yours. “You’ve done so much already.”

You panic a little, your grip on his hair tightening.

“No,” you say, voice pitching up in your fluster. “Please, Hajime. I want you to fuck me.”

Iwa swallows hard, leaning back on his knees as he tugs his sweatshirt up over his head.

You’re wet and more than ready for him when he finally presses in — but there’s still a delicious stretch as he carves his way inside of you that has you arching up underneath him, grabbing his corded shoulders to ground yourself.

“Oh,” Iwa gasps out as he feels the way you’re wrapped around him, sucking him in.

You whimper as he pulls back only slightly before rutting into you again, sending you sliding up on the carpet, the burn against your shoulder blades little more than a dull ache even if you know you’ll feel it acutely in the morning.

“More, Iwa,” you plead to him breathlessly. “I want you.”

“You’ve got me,” he replies hoarsely, but he still obliges your request readily, looping your knees over his forearms and bending you in half. The change forces a sound out of you that’s so carnal it even takes you by surprise.

He’s so deep at this angle, you swear you can feel the tip of his cock hitting your diaphragm — anatomical possibilities be damned. Your throat is tight, breath hitching with every slow, calculated thrust inside of you as he takes his time.

“Ha-“ your moan is cut off before you can say his name, his hand pressing against your swollen lips to trap the word behind them unspoken.

“Sorry, baby,” Iwa murmurs, eyes tracing over your wrecked face. “I just don’t want this to end too quick, okay?”

You can only nod underneath his palm as it covers your mouth, tears of exertion gathering along your lash line and dripping back towards your temple.

“Be good for me,” his words are strained, tendons in his neck flexing as he swallows hard and rolls his hips down into yours once more.

If any of the boys want to complain about how this is breaking some unspoken rule, they don’t. A silence so profound has settled over the room that you wonder if they’re even breathing.

Iwa fucks you languidly — tenderly. Like he’s savouring every slick slide into your cunt for all the moment is worth. He’s groaning openly, the sounds occasionally muffled by your skin as he presses hot open mouthed kisses to every inch of it he can reach - your mouth is still covered by his heavy hand, so he focuses his attention on your jaw, your throat, your tits.

He doesn’t care about the competition, the way he’s taking his time makes that clear, but when he finally removes his hand and you moan — properly moan — it’s a sound so high and sweet you can almost feel the shiver that runs down the length of his spine.

“Hajime.”

“Shit,” the grunted curse isn’t from Iwa, who is still rocking his hips into yours, but rather Makki — who had begun shamelessly jerking himself off again on the other side of the living room.

You cum for the third time that night, but it’s no less impressive than the first two. Your vision goes from black to white with how hard your eyes squeeze shut, and Iwa moans your name out when he feels the way you clench around his cock — so tight he can barely keep fucking you through it. Your legs wind themselves around his hips and keep him still as you writhe through your peak.

“‘M gonna cum,” he grunts out through clenched teeth, hands moving to try and pry your legs away, “baby, I’m gonna cum, you gotta-“

“Inside,” you keen, “cum inside me, Haji.”

With a defeated, wanton groan he nods, rolling against you again— it’s harder this time, more frantic.

“You sure?” he manages to bite the words out though it seems to take every last ounce of resolve he has, hands pressed into the carpet on either side of your head as he leans over you fucking you into the floor.

You nod frantically, tears still rolling down your cheeks. Your hands press weakly against the smooth planes of his chest as you feel the first pangs of overstimulation, your fingers scratching into the skin beneath them a little more on every thrust. You loosen the lock of your legs, allowing Iwaizumi a bit more leeway to fuck you harder, and after only a few more bruising thrusts you feel him cum, cock throbbing and filling you up so well that you feel on the verge of bursting.

Iwa collapses on top of you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck as his heavy weight bears down and crushes you into the floor — but you don’t quite mind it.

He gets his bearings soon enough, as though realizing for the first time he might be harming you, rolling onto his side.

His eyes are a little hazy as they rake over your features, a look of concern pinching his handsome face. You can tell without him saying it that he’s worried he went too far, so you reach up and cup his face in your palm with a weak but genuine smile.

You feel a pressure on your knee unexpectedly, gently nudging your legs apart. You look down to see Hiro’s foot coaxing your thighs open, eyes fixed to where Hajime’s cum is dripping out of you. He’s tucked his cock away and pulled his sweatpants up again, meaning he must have finished again at some point, but his lip is stuck out in an obnoxious pout as he looks at you.

“How come he got to nut inside you but I didn’t?” Makki whines, and Oikawa reaches out and smacks the back of his head lightly — shooting him a look that you don’t quite understand.

“I’ll go get a warm cloth to clean you up,” Iwa says to you, pulling your attention back to him as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. He clears his throat a little. “Okay?”

You nod weakly, your exhaustion having finally crept up on you.

“Iwa-chan, get one for me too! My face is still all sticky!” Oikawa calls after Iwa’s retreating form.

“Get it yourself!”

“But Iwa!” Oikawa complains, standing and shuffling after his friend, grumbling about the injustice all the while.

“You need some water?” Makki asks, standing from his seat and peering down at where you’re still laying flat on the floor of your living room. He stretches his arms up over his head, the muscles of his upper body flexing under his skin as he does so. You nod, hissing a little as you pull yourself upright.

“Yes, please,” your throat is hoarse so you say the words a little weakly, and you wince as you feel more cum seep out of you and smear along the tops of your thighs. Makki nods and saunters off towards the kitchen, but you could have sworn you spotted a little blush along the tops of his cheeks before he left.

You sigh a little bit, blinking away some of the residual wetness in your eyes.

A figure appears in the periphery of your blurry vision, and you turn, peering upwards.

Mattsun grins down at you, his towering height only amplified by your position on the floor. He tilts his head to the side.

“Kinda unfair that I’m the only one who didn’t get to cum, you know.”

He crouches down beside you, his eyes trailing all the way up your body until he reaches your flushed, tearstained face. He cups your cheek in his hand, the pad of his thumb swiping away a lone tear still clinging to your skin. He brings the thumb up to his lips, and you watch raptly as his tongue sweeps out to taste the brine from his fingertip.

Your stomach clenches.

“Think you’re ready for me now, sweetheart?”

None of you even seem to notice that the competition had been all but forgotten.

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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

pairing: matsukawa issei x f!reader

summary: you’re so glad that you married a loving and doting man who cares for your child as if she’s his own flesh and blood; you just didn’t expect that his son would take a certain liking to you as well...

genre: smut, stepcest au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, pseudoincest (stepcest), somnophilia, dubcon cheating, milf reader, use of ‘mommy’ (not in the femdom way), creepy and possessive issei, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, body image issues, corruption, manipulation, panty sniffing, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, spitting, degradation, praise, size kink, breeding kink, biting, nipple play, oral (f receiving), humping, cockwarming, cumplay, creampie, overstimulation, mating press, doggy style

word count: 6.4k

author’s note: for @karasunosimp‘s it’s raining milk collab! thank you for letting me join! hehe so it’s another stepcest au,,, also i’ve already written for 3/4 of the seijoh four EEK (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° thank you to @meiansmistress @ssrated1volleyballplayer @bokuroskitten @anime-nymph for beta-reading and editing! <33

[11:53 AM]

“have fun at the amusement park! stay safe and always listen to your dad, okay?” you say sweetly to your jumping daughter.

you giggle at her excitement, your heart and cheeks warming when you see her eyes twinkling with unbridled joy as she holds her stepdad’s finger with her entire hand.

“bye mommy! i’ll see you later when we get back! have fun with nii-chan!” she answers loudly, squealing when your husband picks her up and twirls her around as they walk down the path to the car.

you wave them off, returning inside and closing the door with a click. you wince at the sound, louder now that your daughter’s giggles and squeals are gone.

meanwhile, issei leans against the wall with his thick arms crossed as he shamelessly looks you over from head to toe. he slowly licks his bottom lip, clearly liking what he sees.

you’re now hyper aware of your bare nipples brushing against the fabric of your shirt, and paired with the flimsy linen shorts you’re wearing, the room definitely feels hotter with the sexual tension that’s permeating the air

sexual tension that you’ve been blatantly ignoring ever since you married into the matsukawa household.

“why are you always so nervous around me, mommy?” issei asks, feigning innocence. his eyes twinkle and lips stretch into a smirk when he sees your breath hitch.

you don’t bother to grace him with an answer, heavy lump forming in your throat as you speed walk past him and into the kitchen.

he chuckles at your reaction and pushes himself off the wall, following you as his eyes watch your swaying hips. issei is hungry and it has more to do with the woman in front of him rather than the steaming plate of food on the table.

after you’re done fixing up the table and finally take a seat, you pray to any higher being within earshot to ask for strength in dealing with your wayward stepson.

you really don’t like being alone with him and it’s not because you don’t want to be around him. it’s because you’re afraid of what he might do to you.

you weren’t born yesterday and you’ve lived a long enough life to know when a man is looking at you like he wants to spread your legs and pound you until you’re a writhing mess underneath him.

because that’s how issei looks at you and he’s not ashamed about it either. it genuinely shocks you because his father—your husband—can be in the room and issei will still undress you with his eyes.

you thought you were being delusional at first, ashamed at how you secretly accused your husband’s son of leering at and having inappropriate thoughts about you.

it turned out that you weren’t wrong, however, because you came home one afternoon to get something you left, expecting that no one would be there so imagine your shock when you passed by issei’s slightly opened door and heard him pleasuring himself.

you were about to run back downstairs until you heard him groan your name as he was stroking his cock. you choked out a gasp as you stood by his door. he was naked, tanned body glistening with sweat as he fucked his hand.

you couldn’t help but gape at his thick and long cock—bigger than your husband’s, as much as you were ashamed to admit—and you watched him for a few minutes, panties drenched with how much slick and pre-cum was leaking out of issei’s, for lack of a better word, horsecock.

your face burned when his hips jerked and he sprayed his cum all over himself, moaning your name long and hard as his body twitched from the stimulation.

needless to say, you went back to work with soiled panties and a hot face, not knowing that watching issei masturbate to the thought of you would be the turning point that led to the taboo relationship with your stepson.

the sound of utensils falling and clanging break you from your memories; your face burns at being caught red handed and you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

issei apologizes for the disturbance and continues eating, never failing to wink every time you glance at him. he knows the effect he has on you and he relishes in it, teasing his stepmom endlessly.

he can’t wait to expose you for the little whore you actually are, and what better than to seize the opportunity of the both of you having the house all to yourselves?

“your little one and my dad are out bonding in the amusement park and i know for sure that they’ll be there all the way into the night,” he says, setting down his utensils and wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

the movement of his hands causes the many rings on his fingers to reflect against the light and he looks at you from under his thick lashes, brown eyes smoldering with shameless desire.

“so why don’t we do some bonding too?” he asks and chuckles when you choke on your food. he reaches for your cup of water and hands it to you, thick and ring-clad fingers brushing against yours as you take it from him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, mommy?” he whispers, his voice raspy and deep. you shiver at his sensual tone, fingers gripping the cup hard. you clear your throat loudly after swallowing, willing yourself to ignore his advances and innuendos.

“i’m tired, issei. i’m going to take a nap after eating,” you say sternly, glaring when he seems not to take you seriously. he laughs lowly, letting out an okay, whatever you say, before standing up and stretching.

your cheeks warm when he groans, similar to the one you heard before, and you jump out of your chair and begin to gather all the plates and leftover food.

“let me clean up, hmm? you did all the cooking and prepping. ” issei stops you with a large hand on your forearm. his skin is hot to the touch but his rings feel cool, the juxtaposition making you lightheaded.

he’s breathing down on you, large body covering yours while his intoxicating scent invades your senses. you shake your head and mumble out a garbled ‘thank you’ before you leave the kitchen and issei, practically sprinting up the stairs and towards the room you share with your husband.

you close the door once you’re inside, breathing heavily as you hear your heartbeat in your ears. damn him, you growl in your head. you ought to give him an earful about personal spaces and appropriate manners.

you sigh loudly as you walk to the dresser, intent on changing into your silky nightgown for your midday nap. you wear the garment to help you feel attractive, despite your age and changed body. you remove your shirt over your head and shiver when you see how hard and pebbled your nipples are.

even though your mind refuses to succumb to issei, your body is a whole different story. you wince when you remove your shorts and feel the dampness in your panties, making shame and guilt course through you as you put on your nightgown.

of all the people in the world, only your husband should make you feel this way. no one else, and certainly not his son. what would he think of you? what would your daughter think of you?

fuck, why are you even allowing yourself to think like this?

you know that if you ask issei to stop acting inappropriately towards you, he would listen—wouldn’t he?

you know the reason why you allowed this whole forbidden staring and teasing to go on for so long was because you felt lonely. which angers you, because you have a loving husband and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

but he didn’t exactly make you feel desired. sure, you’ve been intimate with him but he didn’t look at you the way you want to be looked at—like you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. you feel ashamed, as if all the attention and love your husband gives means nothing to you.

as someone who has gone through major bodily changes, the ugly face of insecurity easily rears its head when you look at yourself in the mirror—but that doesn’t mean you regret having your daughter, not at all.

it’s just one of those things that has been ingrained in you and you find it hard to escape. which is why whenever issei looks at you with hungry eyes, you can’t help but feel wanted, desired.

it’s as if he doesn’t care about the extra weight you put on or the stretch marks on your body—no, he doesn’t care about any of that. you wouldn’t have believed it if it weren’t for his incessant teasing and the fact that he masturbates to the thought of you.

but you know it’s wrong, that it can never be. you sigh dejectedly as you lie down on the soft and cold bed, staring up at the ceiling. you have to talk to issei about this whole game and tell him to stop it before his father finds out.

and issei’s molten brown eyes are the last thing you think of before you finally close your eyes.

issei hums as he wipes his hands on the towel, looking in the direction you ran off. he smirks to himself as he puts back on his rings, body brimming with excitement and desire. time to pay you a visit.

he walks up the stairs, footsteps loud in the quiet house. he finds himself right in front of your door and leans his ear on the wood. he’s met with silence as he slowly turns the knob and enters the dimly lit room.

his eyes immediately find your sleeping form and he feels his cock stir in his pants, making the fabric tighten around his crotch.

fuck, you’re so god-damn beautiful.

long legs carry him over to you. he puts one knee on the bed, making it dip as his long fingers caress your cheek. his rings complement your complexion, his thumb and index finger lightly squeezing your parted lips.

he watches in fascination as your eyelashes flutter against your cheek and his cock twitches again when he hears your little whimper as he plays with your slightly damp lips.

his fingers continue their ministrations as his sharp eyes travel down your form, smirking when he sees your nipples poking through the silky fabric. to his delight, he notices your nightgown riding up your body, revealing the frilly white cloth of your panties.

he groans softly as his cock hardens and the bed dips even more as he puts his whole weight on it. he stops his movements on your face and maneuvers himself until his large body is over you.

his eyes burn holes through your panties and his breathing becomes heavier. god, he knows it’s wrong to touch and feel you up while you’re sleeping, but you’re so fucking breathtaking and he can’t help himself. after all, he’s been waiting for an opportunity like this to happen.

there’s a slight tremor in his hands as they hover over the exposed skin of your thighs. he lays them gently on your skin and he groans lowly in his throat. fuck, you’re so smooth and soft.

he squeezes them a few times before he gently pries your legs open, watching your reaction carefully in case you wake up. your breaths are still even and he takes that as a signal to spread your legs wider, raising them until your feet are planted on the bed.

he bites his lower lip to stifle his groan once he sees the wet patch on the center of your frilly panties. you’re such a fucking whore and he knows that it’s for him and only him.

he positions his body until he’s lying on his stomach, slightly rutting the bed to relieve the tension in his cock. his head moves between your legs, directly in front of your heated and covered pussy.

you stir slightly when you feel a breeze on your exposed skin, making issei stiffen. you settle down and he sighs in relief, thinking fuck it before he inhales the scent of your arousal.

he growls lowly in his throat at your smell, sticking out his tongue and licking a long and wet stripe up your covered slit. you moan softly, but that doesn’t deter issei from groaning into your cunt.

he raises his body and sits up on his haunches, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties. he slowly pulls them down and his eyes practically glow as he sees your bare pussy for the first time.

his throbbing cock twitches when he sees a string of slick connecting your cunt to your panties. he gently lifts your hips and stretches your legs so he can remove the soiled underwear, watching your sleeping face carefully before positioning your legs again.

he knows he’s a disgusting man, but what can he do when you’re offering yourself up so sweetly to him?

he bunches the fabric in his hand, ringed fingers making an indent on the cotton as he brings it up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply.

he growls at your fresh scent, his body tensing at the new wave of arousal that drenched your panties. he watches as you squirm and move around, rubbing your thighs together as you whimper quietly in your sleep.

his eyes flash. is his naughty stepmom having a wet dream? that explains why your panties feel wetter in his hand...

well, issei is nothing but a man who makes women’s dreams come true, and it just so happens that you’ve captured his attention—and quite frankly, his dick.

he throws your panties to the floor after a few more sniffs and quickly dives back between your legs. he’s up close to your naked pussy, pupils blown wide as he stares at your hole that’s clenching around nothing.

you’re wet but not wet enough by his standards, so he gathers all the saliva he has in his mouth and parts your folds with two thick fingers. he spits on your cunt, the little sound coursing through the quiet room.

he watches intently as the globule of spit slides down your lower lips and you shiver, moaning at the cold feeling between your legs. you squirm more as your mind gets filled with a certain haziness, unable to distinguish what’s real and what’s a dream.

throwing caution out the window, issei wastes no time and finds your clit, suckling it into the damp heat of his mouth. he groans at the taste of your pussy, his hips rutting the bed once more.

the vibrations from his lips make you moan loudly and arch into issei’s mouth. your eyes are squeezed tightly as you thrash around the bed, making you instinctively close your legs, squeezing issei’s head between them.

his hands grab your thighs, the cold rings on his fingers digging into your skin as he pries them open. he shakes his head with your clit in his mouth, making you cry out and tremble.

god, your dream feels so fucking real. you’ve never felt pleasure like this before and you love it. your fingers grip the sheets as you involuntarily roll your hips, following the motions of issei’s tongue and lips.

his chin is drenched with his saliva and your juices as the bed creaks from the rutting of his hips. frankly, he doesn’t care how loud and sloppy he’s being if it means you’re this responsive.

issei lets go of one thigh and moves his arm under him while his mouth continues to suck and lick your clit. he watches through his lashes as your chest rises and falls quickly, cute moans falling from your mouth.

the silk of your nightgown is dark with how heated your body is, your sweat dampening the fabric. your nipples are so hard that they’re poking through the garment.

his tongue flicks against your puffy clit as he slowly inserts two fingers—the ones that aren’t adorned with rings—into your leaking cunt.

the feeling of his long fingers inside your pussy makes you cry out and your toes curl from the full feeling. the new stimulation and volume of your pleasured sounds awakens you, your foggy eyes wide and confused.

you’re still groggy when you sit up and lean on your hands, your mind processing what’s happening when you realize that it wasn’t a dream at all.

no, it’s real and issei’s really between your legs, lapping away and fingering your aching pussy. your mind clears and you choke out a gasp in between your moans as you watch him in shock.

issei watches the emotions cross your face the whole time and his chest puffs out, his ego rising knowing that he’s the one doing this to you.

your frantic eyes meet his and he winks slyly. you tug at his hair ready to pull his head and mouth off of you because this is so wrong, but he beats you to it. his tongue swirls and flicks faster at your pulsing bud, his fingers increasing their thrusting.

now that you’re awake, he doesn’t have to care about his volume anymore so he lets out loud groans and grunts, the vibrations reverberating through you and making your pussy tingle.

“issei, t-this is wrong! s-top! stop!” you beg, voice immediately turning into a loud moan when he ignores you and bobs his head faster.

he moans to himself, knowing that your body is betraying you because although you’re begging him to stop, your hand is tugging his hair as you desperately fuck his face and fingers.

you taste so good that he can’t stop even if he wanted to.

“i-i mean it! get off—oh my god!” you scream when he gives your clit a hard suck. coupled with the squelching sounds and speed of his thrusting fingers, you cum all over his mouth.

you breathe heavily, face flushed and blissed out as you watch issei kiss your inner thighs before rising between your legs.

his mouth and chin are glistening with your cum and his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips clean of your juices, groaning as he meets your eyes.

you notice the dark patch on his crotch and your cheeks flame when you realize that he came the same time as you, but that doesn’t ease your worries because his cock is still hard and twitching.

once you regain some of your bearings, you realize what exactly just occurred and you let out a little scream as you try to scramble away from issei, shame filling your body.

he doesn’t let you get away from him, however, because he immediately pushes you on your back and crashes his swollen lips to yours.

you yelp at the sudden movement and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, grinding his hard cock on your wet and leaking pussy, further drenching the fabric of his pants.

you taste your essence as he massages his tongue with yours. you moan, tugging at his messy curly hair, trying and failing to pull him off you.

his hands find purchase on your thighs and he squeezes them, making you shiver at his cold rings. you whimper when he wraps your legs around his waist, grinding into you with a force harder than before.

your saliva mixes with his as the lewd clicking sounds of your mouths fill your ears. issei grinds on you one last time before he lifts his head from yours, lips separating with a trail of spit connecting them.

satisfied with kissing you, he stares at your face, gaze smoldering. you try to push him off you, but to no avail. he only tightens your legs around his waist as you struggle against him.

you suck in a breath as you feel the heat of his cock directly on your naked pussy. issei smirks lazily at you, tutting at you as if you’re inconveniencing him. your hands tug at his hair more, desperately trying to anchor yourself.

“if i had known your pussy tastes that sweet, my face would stay buried between your legs for the rest of my days,” he says suavely, his tongue darting out and licking his lips as he looks at yours.

you moan softly at his words and you’re now keenly aware of your nightgown sticking to your skin, making you uncomfortable as your nipples brush against the sweaty fabric. issei notices your discomfort and clicks his tongue.

“i think you’ve been hiding your pretty tits from me for far too long,” he whispers, his hot breath caressing your face. his hands move from your thighs and his fingers hook under the straps of your nightgown.

you shiver underneath him as his hands remove the sweaty fabric from your body, ring-clad fingers ghosting the sensitive skin of your arms.

you whine in distress as issei discards your nightgown somewhere behind him. you’ve never felt so exposed, your bare and glistening body being scrutinised by his dark eyes.

your insecurities start to get the better of you and you move your arms to cover your breasts and mound. issei stops you, large hands putting your arms back to your side.

“don’t hide from me, baby,” he whispers, his head dipping as he kisses the crook of your neck. his hands go to your chest and he palms both of your aching tits, squeezing and kneadingthe soft skin.

you moan, arching into the warm and cool feeling of his fingers. issei continues sucking and leaving marks on the skin of your neck as he whispers his thoughts.

“i know my dad doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” he claims, making you squirm under his body that’s still clothed.

shame momentarily disappearing, you claw at his shirt and pants. he chuckles at your impatience and his hands leave your breasts for a moment, removing his shirt in record time.

he gets off the bed and makes quick work of his pants, kicking them off and quickly returning to the bed—to you. he didn’t give you the chance to look at his hard cock—not that you needed to anyway, because you already know what it looks like.

you yelp when issei puts his arms around you and settles you down on his lap, giving you a clear view of his cock that’s bobbing against his defined abdomen.

you gulp, nervousness filling your body as you stare at his large cock. seeing it up close is absolutely different—it’s longer and thicker than any other dick you’ve ever seen.

issei’s ego rises as he watches you. he’s always been proud of his size but seeing you? the object of his and his dick’s affections sitting on his lap? well, that’s enough to boost any man’s ego.

“see what you do to me?” he asks, guiding your hand to his throbbing cock. you whimper when you hold his shaft, your hand barely wrapping around him. issei hisses at the feeling of your soft hand touching his sensitive skin.

“you’re so fucking sexy and i can’t stop thinking about how you’d look like bouncing on my cock,” he admits, urging you to stroke his dick faster.

you slowly pump his shaft and moan when you feel his fingers—the same ones from before—find your swollen clit, slowly circling the pulsing bud. your free hand squeezes his shoulder as his fingers move faster.

you squeal when he inserts two fingers inside your cunt, making your hand squeeze his cock. he groans in at the stimulation, making his abs clench.

“i-ssei!” you whine, head thrown back as he pumps his fingers into you faster. the squelching sounds of his fingers scissoring your insides causes a knot to slowly form at the pit of your stomach.

“gotta prep this pussy more, baby,” he says breathlessly, watching your slack-jawed face as you stroke and twist his cock.

“still so fucking tight, can’t wait to sink into you,” he grunts, moving your body so he can get a better angle at your g-spot.

“bet i can fuck you better than my dad ever will, mommy,” he growls, curling his fingers inside of you as he ends his sentence. you lurch forward and cry out, eyes fluttering at the pleasure.

“see? you want my cock—shit—so badly, huh? look at how your hand is squeezing and s-stroking me, fuck,” he stutters, feeling his orgasm approach. his free hand squeezes your hip, keeping your balance.

you shake your head frantically at his statement, still not admitting that you want this, want him.

“stop fighting it. i know you want me as much as i want you,” he grates, curling his fingers again and making you wail at the pleasure. your fingers twist and pump his cock, pre-cum leak from the tip. your hand feels warm and slick as you continue to jerk issei’s shaft.

“gonna cum baby, cum with me,” he whispers into your skin, breaths heavy as the slick sounds of your fluids fill the room.

your body is trembling and you know you’re nearing your orgasm once more. you bury your face in the crook of his neck, moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“c-cumming, issei!” you scream when his thumb circles your clit just as he curls his fingers again inside your tight pussy, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

he follows after you, hot spurts of his cum staining your hand and arm. he groans and throws his head back as he feels the heat of his essence coat his abs and thighs.

he removes his fingers from your cunt and gently pushes you back on the bed. you yelp when issei grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them to your chest, folding your body in half.

“i’m going to fuck you until all you and i can hear in this house are your cute and sexy moans,” he growls, spreading your legs and baring your clenching hole to his dark eyes.

his cock bobs as he moves forward and he takes hold of his shaft, one long vein on the underside. he taps it a few times on your clit, making you whine and close your eyes.

you take a deep breath as he inserts the tip, body shaking as his large cock goes inside of you, inch by inch.

you open your eyes and claw at his arms when the stretch starts to become uncomfortable. you look down and gasp, eyes wide as you have a clear view of his fat cock splitting you.

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, squeezing your thighs as he slowly bottoms out.

“you’re so big, issei,” you moan, leaning your head back on the pillow as your eyes flutter at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls.

“mhmm, big enough to fuck you the way you want to be fucked, mommy,” he chuckles then groans when your cunt squeezes around him.

“fuck—do you like it when i call you mommy?” he growls when your tight walls clamp down on him again. you shake your head, a futile attempt in proving him wrong.

“who knew my mommy is so kinky,” he mocks you and before you can even reprimand him, his entire length bottoms out in one swift thrust.

“issei! fuck!” you scream, scratching his forearms as your back arches, toes curling at the sudden thrust.

you feel so fucking full. of all the cocks you’ve taken, issei’s definitely tops the list. you can feel every part of him, from the single vein to the throbbing of his length.

he groans loudly, squeezing your thighs so hard that his rings will definitely leave bruises later. he fights to controls himself, willing not to cum at the feeling of your pussy finally enveloping him.

he sucks in a breath and leans his forehead against yours, pulling out slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside your pussy. you whine at the loss, missing the way he stretches you.

he thrusts back in, bottoming out as his tip teases the entrance of your cervix. you cry out in both pain and pleasure, still trying to adjust to his size.

he stays still inside of you for a few seconds before he places his hands on the bed, your calves resting on his upper arms. he starts thrusting, moving in and out of your cunt.

you mumble incoherently, breasts bouncing with each thrust issei makes. you grab both of his wrists, squeezing them as the sounds of your skin meeting his fill your ears.

issei groans and hisses, panting heavily as he pounds your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. he leans down to your ear, licking the sensitive skin and making your shaking body tremble even more as you whine.

“bet you’re happy now, huh?” he whispers in between his groans, biting your earlobe.

“w-what do you—oh my god, issei!” you stutter, but then he fucks you harder and faster, making you keen and arch your back. he makes your body contort into positions you’ve never been in before—until now.

“do you think you’re quiet when you touch yourself during your late night showers?” he asks you in a condescending manner, smirking when you whine at his statement.

“i can fucking hear you when i go to the kitchen. you’re such a slut. moaning your stepson’s name, imagining that he’s the one who’s touching your pussy,” he growls as he buries his head in your neck, his hot breaths fanning your skin.

“but i guess i don’t have the right to talk, huh? i fuck my fist every night and imagine it’s your tight cunt wrapped around me,” he finishes, nipping away at your skin before his hands return the back of your sweaty thighs.

he slaps them, in sync with his thrusts, making you wince at the metal of his rings. your shaking arms reach for your ankles, setting everything on display for issei.

you’re loudly chanting his name like a prayer, pleasure running through every nerve in your body. for the first time in your life, you’re actually enjoying getting fucked silly—never mind that it’s your stepson who’s making you moan like a pornstar.

his thrusts are heavy and deep as he slowly toys with your clit and you jerk when his fingers draw circles on the aching bud. your body’s trembling harder than before, loud moans and whines falling from your open mouth as drool seeps from the corners.

“i-i’m gonna cum, issei!” you squeal as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and the squelching noises coming from your pussy make the pit in your stomach slowly tip over.

“cum, baby. cum all over my fat cock,” he whines, throwing his head back as he jackhammers into you, his cock throbbing and his balls tightening as he prepares to empty himself inside of you.

“c-cumming i-issei! fuck!” you scream, your hands squeezing your ankles as your legs shake from your intense orgasm. your cunt is practically suffocating issei’s cock, making his hips jerk and stop.

his mouth falls open into a loud and heavy groan as he spills his hot and sticky cum inside of you. there’s so much cum that it leaks out of you and around his cock as it drips down to the drenched sheets below your bodies.

you finally set your shaking legs down as your trembling body aches from your folded position. issei falls on top of you, elbows on the bed as his sweaty face is smothered by your breasts.

his cock is still inside of you, twitching as more cum spills inside of your soiled pussy. your heavy breaths fill the cool air of the room as you recover, feeling disgusting at all sweat and cum on and in your body.

issei lifts himself off of you and pulls out of your cunt, making you both sigh and groan at the drag of his cock. your mixed fluids immediately trickle out of your pussy and you moan at the thick feeling.

issei furrows his brows as his fingers scoop his cum and quickly pushes it back. you whine as the tips of his fingers tease your hole, squirming away from him as your clit throbs from the overstimulation.

you’re kind of expecting him to roll over you and lie down but he shocks you—it’s evident with the way you yelp when flips your body over to your stomach, his large hands raising your hips until you’re kneeling on the sheets.

“i can’t fucking get enough of you, baby,” he says breathlessly, chest still heaving at the previous round. but it’s true, he really can’t get enough of you—not when he knows the taste and feel of your pussy.

“i-issei, i-i can’t,” you whine when he holds his cock and hovers before your dripping cunt. he doesn’t pay any heed to your whimpers, mostly because he knows you still want more of this, more of him.

“you say that but your pussy is telling me a different story,” he smirks and you can hear the condescension in his voice as his thumb rubs the sweaty skin of your hips.

he doesn’t give you any time to reply because he quickly sinks into you, your mouth falling open into a loud moan as his fat cock stretches you open once more.

fuck, even if you’ve already taken him, the stretch and ache still feels the same. he’s so fucking big that you know you won’t ever get used to his size, no matter how many times he fucks you.

he doesn’t waste any time and starts rolling his hips, his thighs loudly slapping against your ass. he hisses as one of his hands lie flat on your back, pushing it down to form a deeper arch.

“i know you saw me jerking off. did you like the show i put on for you, mommy?” he growls, his other hand gripping the back of your neck and smothering your face on the sweat-stained sheets.

you moan into the fabric when you hear the mocking endearment, your drool mixing with all the other fluids. your fingers bunch the sheets between them as the loud creaking and thumping of the bed fill your ears.

“i came so hard because i knew you were watching me work my cock,” he groans, thrusting hard and deep. your cunt squeezes his cock when you remember that afternoon. so all this time? he was shamelessly coaxing you towards him?

you huff, pride slightly damaged when you hear his admission. you’ll show him that he’s not the only one who can fuck like an animal.

you whimper when you spread your knees—which is a feat in itself because issei’s thrusts practically send your body flying forward. you moan when he hits your sweet spot, making tingles run down your spine.

you start meeting his thrusts, no longer letting him do all the pulling and jostling. his eyes flash when he realizes what you’re doing, which only encourages him to fuck you harder.

his hands palm your jiggling ass, leaving marks on your soft skin. you leave your head buried in the sheets, the sheets, stifling your moans and whines because if you don’t, —you’ll definitely make the walls shake with how loud you are.

“yeah that’s a good girl. fuck yourself on my cock, come on,” he coaxes you, deep voice raspy as his own body trembles at the pleasure of your walls clamping down on his cock.

“fuck—look at how your slutty cunt is taking me,” he growls when you roll your hips, the angle sending new waves of pleasure to the both of you.

“god, i wanna fuck you in front of my dad just so he knows that your pussy belongs to me,” he hisses, holding your hips as he takes control of the pace again.

his thrusts become sloppy and erratic, the loud slapping of skin a constant symphony as he maintains the fast pace. you turn your head to the side and breathe deeply, choking out a moan as he continuously hits your g-spot.

“want me to make you a mommy again? get your belly all swollen and round with my kid?” he says, voice shaking as his heavy balls slap against your skin. he’s close, he can feel it.

you’re close too, just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you’ll gush around his cock again. issei leans over your body, his chest covering the entire expanse of your sweaty back.

you squeal when your knees drop and you fall flat on the bed, your entire front rubbing against the sheets. you whimper shakily when your nipples brush against the soft fabric, the extra stimulation making your body jerk back against issei’s thrusting cock.

“issei! g-gonna c-cum a-again!” you squeal, voice shaking from how raw your throat feels. your moans increase in pitch and volume the nearer you get to your orgasm.

“fuck, your pussy feels like heaven!” issei groans, his own voice increasing in pitch and volume as well as he reaches his limit. you feel his cock swell and throb before thick and hot spurts of his cum coat your clenching walls.

“issei—oh my god!” you wail, cumming at the same time as him. your mouth stays open in a silent scream as you close your eyes tightly, cunt spasming as you drench his cock with your essence.

you wince when you feel the squelching of your mixed juices as issei rolls to his side, bringing you with him. both of you are quivering with pleasure and overstimulation, breathing heavy with your chests rising and falling rapidly.

his cock finally softens inside of you, clearly spent for the day. more cum falls out of your pussy, staining your sweaty bodies even more.

his parted lips find your neck, sucking and licking away at glistening skin. you whine, tilting your head, exposing more skin for him to mark.

you sigh tiredly, exhaustion finally catching up to you. you don’t really care that you’re dirty and soiled with sweat and cum—or the fact that issei’s dick is still inside of you. you just want to rest.

your eyes droop, ready to fall asleep enveloped in issei’s warm chest and arms, along with the wandering of his soft lips on your neck—until you hear a very familiar voice shout from downstairs, loud footsteps running up the stairs.

“honey! issei! we’re finally home!”

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hajimine · 3 years

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Hi! I saw you mentioned your requests are opened and I was wondering if I could request how timeskip!seijoh 4 would do once they realized they caught feelings for their fwb? I hope you have a good day!!

➵ THE SEIJOH 4 WHEN THEY REALIZED THAT THEY FELL FOR THEIR FWB

characters: (timeskip) iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro

a/n: my first hc post in a month++ </3 this is such a cute prompt omg i loved picturing how the guys would be like when they develop a lil crush even though they’re not supposed to :>

✿ 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 freezes on the spot. the realization hits him when he catches himself smiling as you float around the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the two of you. the only thing in his mind was “damn, if i could spend every single morning with them, i would be the happiest man alive.” it took a couple of seconds for the thought to sink in, and when it does, you can see it all across his face—from the tips of his ears down to his neck, his skin is flushed red. you notice his flustered expression and raise an eyebrow at him, “you okay, hajime?” your voice alone sends tingles down his spine; now he’s overly-aware of your presence. he motions you to come closer; without meeting your eyes, iwa’s strong hands grip the sides of your hip, tugging you close to him. “you’re gonna be the death of me, i swear.” he mumbles against your stomach, face hot and heart warm.

✿ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 realizes his feelings after winning a tough volleyball match. he’s still high off adrenaline after the game, but it’s only when he spots you waiting for him with a grin on your face that he feels like his heart’s going to burst out of his chest from excitement. “how’d you get here?” he asks, the wide grin on his lips mirroring yours. “you gave me a VIP pass remember?” you laugh, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. “congrats, tooru.” even though he just won an important game, you’re the only thing in his head right now. he wraps his arms around your figure, slightly lifting you off your feet as he squeezes you tight. i love you. i love you so much. that’s what he wants to say, but he decided to keep it to himself for little longer. he’ll tell you when the time is right, but for now, he’ll show you how much he loves you.

✿ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 kind of expected it, if he’s being honest. but he doesn’t expect himself to be the first one to catch feelings. propping his chin up against his palm, he gazes at you as you hand him a cup of his morning coffee, not a word coming put of his mouth. “what? is there something on my face?” you ask, beginning to get self-conscious because mattsun has been staring at you for what seemed like minutes now. a chuckle escapes his lips as he attempts to hide his smile, “nothing. was just thinking about how i can’t live without you.” you snort, rolling your eyes at him, “what a flirt.” he’s aware that you don’t really take his words seriously, but it’s true. mattsun is completely certain that he can’t live without you—he can’t and he won’t. but it’s okay, he doesn’t care how long it takes, he’ll be sure to make you understand that he’s not joking around.

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 is a simple guy; he doesn’t expect much and he doesn’t want much. but when it comes to you, makki realizes that he has never wanted anything—or anyone—than he wants you. he realized that he had fallen for you when you’re the first person he turns to whenever he makes a joke, because he adores the way your eyes twinkle when he utters a perfectly thought-out remark, and he loves the way you throw your head back in laughter when he makes an absurdly dumb comment. the way a single smile from you can throw his entire day off course is a crime, he thinks. “why am i the only one who cracks all the jokes, my back hurts from carrying this relationship, y’know?” he announces while he’s laying on your lap. you laugh—and it’s that laugh again, the one that drives him crazy—as you run your fingers through his hair. “you love it though.” he huffs, cheeks tinted with a hint of pale pink. you’re right, he does, and he loves you, but that’s a story for another day. “yeah yeah, whatever.”

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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is there a possibility for a crush pt 3? 😳 also; yn and the 4 fall asleep in the living room after drinking and yn wakes up to someone playing her, thrusting their fingers insider her from behind, thinks its iwa until a figure a few feet from them turns in their sleep revealing her boyfriend and she finds out its mattsun behind her and he starts breeding her

C R U S H | BONUS 2

Another anon asked : crush 2 filled my thoughts w mattsun ntr-ing iwa's gf but darker 😫 like maybe he found something he can blackmail iwa's gf for and they shag ++ he gets off on fucking her while iwa is near and might catch them

Imma kill two birds with one stone. This thought was so sexy mhmmmmm ( maybe it won’t have new parts, unless I decide to make a 3rd part) but these little spin offs of your thirsts based on Crush AGHHH are bonuses huhu [ honestly this could be considered as a third part so yeah ]

Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader

cw: [ READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING THE FIC ]noncon, somno, netotare, cheating, noncon filming, manipulation, blackmail, also kinda dubcon in some parts, noncon breeding, size kink , coercion

wc: 3.6k +

Crush : Part 1 , Part 2 , Bonus 1

For once, it felt normal.

The way Makki struggled to put the tiny person pieces into his car and how Mattsun would sometimes spin the wheel of life too hard that it flies like a U.F.O off the board, Oikawa making the most predictable and even most dick move decisions with Iwaizumi telling him that he was shitty for his dumb egoistic choices that only benefited him, all this made it seem your friendship with your boyfriend’s friends normal. It was just any other game night with banter, jokes and some beer and chips.

By 1 am the ‘Game of Life’ was forgotten for Twister but that just ended up with everyone drunkenly piling on top of each other. Hajime’s cheeks were flushed from alcohol as he sloppily tried to reach for the blue circle with Oikawa bent over in front of him.

“Oh, Iwa-chan, I didn’t think you’d want me like that,” Oikawa winked, joking in slurs while you laughed at your boyfriend’s flustered and scowling face. Iwaizumi swept Oikawa by the ankle with his feet making the setter fall flat on his face and you double over with laughter, tipsy and close to drunk.

Then charades ensued after Twister was abandoned which was the last game that tired everyone out to the point everyone passed out in the living room floor with you curled up into your boyfriend’s warm body, nestled between him and his friends, several blankets draped over you bodies.

Mattsun stirred and squinted at the balcony to see the sky still dark and moonless, waking up from a very pleasant dream. He knew what he had dreamt he just at the moment couldn’t recall what but when he shifted from his back to his side, so close to the familiar scent that haunted him for years and brushing against the warm body, it came back to him instantly. And he was immediately aware of his rock hard erection nudging against the plump of your ass.

“S-shit,” he hissed, the mere friction on his cock making him repress a moan. It didn’t help when you wriggled closer to him your back pressed against his broad, tall torso, a soft hum leaving you at his warmth and snuggling beneath his blanket.

Mattsun took steady and deep breaths, telling himself to calm down and take care of his problem on his own but how could he do that when you were just right there? So close to him that his groin was nestled against your rear.

Fuck it. They’re all passed out drunk anyways, I’ll just jerk off. He told himself but how did his hands find the curve of your body instead of his aching cock?

In a trance, he let his hands roam your body beneath the oversized t-shirt, feeling your skin prickle at his cold touch, your nipples hardening instantly with a simple brush of his index finger. He inched closer, curving your body against his and gingerly hoisting one leg over his hip to open you up for him as he cupped your breast gently, feeling the soft flesh while his other hand travelled down your abdomen, slipping beneath your panties to find your clit massaging the bud in a slow, languid pace.

“Mhm…”you softly responded, brows furrowing and squirming a little but you still remained asleep.

Mattsun buried his nose into the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping the skin. He rolled the stiff nipple of your breast between his fingers, tugging and pinching but soothing it with soft squeezes. He felt your hips jerk slightly up into his hand, he smirked at how slutty you were even when you were asleep. Taking his time, he spread the lips of your pussy with his index and ring finger, the middle one dipping into your entrance feeling the wetness that flowed out of you before spreading it all over your cunt. He felt his cock throb, remembering how he had once fucked you, split you with his thick cock and filled your cunny with his cum. That one time. He hasn’t been able to have a taste of your cunt in awhile, Iwaizumi being mad about him and Makki cumming inside of you that he willed that they weren’t allowed to fuck you till he deemed it proper. Instead, Iwa made them watch him fuck you, allowing them to play with your tits and pussy with their hands or toys, and to only jerk off and cum on your skin.

Well, Mattsun wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip from his fingers. No. He was going to get his fill of you. He wanted to see that tear glazed gaze of yours when he fucked you. He had felt something different then, something magnetic. He was sure you felt it too.

Once his fingers were coated enough with your slick, he pushed two digits into your tight hole slowly, feeling the way your walls open up and wrap around his fingers. You whimpered at the feeling and clenched around him.

“Good girl,” he purred, not caring that you didn’t hear him. He sunk his fingers in till he was knuckle deep inside of you, his finger tip brushing against the hard yet soft fleshy gate of your cervix. More wetness dripped from your cunt, getting aroused even in your passed out state. Experimentally, he curled his digits inside you. Your back arched, pressing your ass against his cock again making him rub himself on you, carefully humping you.

He thrusted his fingers in and out, emitting soft squelching noises from your dripping wet cunt and even the cutest moans from your lips. They were soft melodious refrains to his ears and he relished the soft gummy walls clinging around his intruding fingers.

“Hajime,” you moaned.

Mattsun’s teeth ground against each other but still he continued, in fact, he found himself getting off at how’d you’d react when you find out it wasn’t him. His fingers fucking into you gently at first grew rougher, the assault and the shocks of pleasure waking you up.

“Hajime, what are you—

“Sorry to break it to you Y/N,” a deep voice that was familiar but did not belong to your boyfriend growled in your ear. “But guess again.”

Your body stiffened, walls tightening around the fingers knuckle deep inside your cunt that it began to sting rather than stoke your arousal. Eyes snapping open, you forced them to adjust to the dark room trying to wriggle away from who you were sure was supposed to be Iwaizumi.

But no.

Your sweet Hajime was a foot away from you, lying on his back, mouth ajar as he slept soundly. You opened your mouth to call out to him but the hand that had been keeping your breast warm and playing with your sensitive peaks cupped your mouth and that voice spoke again.

“Shh, baby, you don’t want to wake him up, do you?” Mattsun slipped his fingers out of you, your thighs trembling at the sudden emptiness but jerking when his fingers messaged your sensitive throbbing clit. “Do you really want Iwa to wake up to you moaning like a whore around my fingers instead of his?” His hand returned to your cunt immediately.

“Issei,” you whimpered. Finally, you called out his name. You craned your neck to look at him, only to be met by intensely dark, pupil blown eyes. “D-don’t do this. We can’t. Iwa will get mad.”

“Well he won’t if he doesn’t find out,” he applied more pressure on your clit. You bit the inside of your cheek to not let a moan escape you. You couldn’t. You mustn’t.

“Fuck, baby, do you feel how wet you are? You’re making such a mess,” he whispered in your ear, his fingers spreading your slick all over and your walls clenched around nothing, now completely aware of how embarrassingly dripping you were. “You want a cock to stuff your needy little pussy don’t you? Of course you do. Remember how good my cock felt inside you? Filling you up, spreading your pretty lips apart.”

“Issei, stop, he might wake up!” You hissed, trying to move his hands off of you, unaware of how his hand that wasn’t shoved down your drenched panties was nudging his sweats down, low enough to let his cock spring loose.

“Yeah? Well then keep quiet or else I’ll tell your boyfriend how you begged me to stuff your cunt since he couldn’t,”He pulled the flimsy fabric aside and rubbed the round bulbous tip along your slit, your thighs shaking at the feeling that mixed with fear and guilt.

“But that’s not true,” you whimpered, lips trembling and close to crying. “Issei, you’re being mean. Please stop.”

“Stop being a cry baby, you know I’m weak for you,” his gaze sharpened, making you feel so much smaller than you already were. “You know that right?” He pulled you plush against him, the head of his cock caught by your entrance. He groaned as he felt the pulsates of your pussy, his patience wearing thin. “I fucking adore you. It’s not fair that Iwa gets to have you all too himself. Didn’t you miss how I feel inside of you? Remember how good that felt?”

You did. How could you not remember? You had never taken a cock so thick and long before Issei. The greed for touch and for the relief of the ache in your lower belly that he had created was beginning to fog all logic. His deep voice uttering such lewd words in your ears that sent a shiver straight down to your core and the way his hands groped and fondled you, your body couldn’t deny how good it feels.

Issei popped the head of his cock inside your entrance, electric pleasure shooting through your body.

“Do you really want Iwa to see how slutty you look? He’ll believe me more than he would believe you should he see us,” Mattsun knew he was being harsh with you, instilling fear so that he could have his way with you, to feel you, to have a chance to make love to you. His threats sounded so plausible but you didn’t know that it was just a lie. Iwa would believe you in a heartbeat, there was no doubt about that. But sweet and gullible you, didn’t have to know that.

Your lip was caught in between your teeth, not sure if you were trying to fight back the moans that wanted to escape or to cry. Your fingers clutched the blanket draped over you and Issei, hiding your almost connected bodies from the rest and your sound asleep boyfriend.

Guilt and shame clawed at your chest. You were lying so close to him, your heart ached. It would break his heart if he catches you like this, with Issei’s cock invading your cunt.

“Issei,” you whimpered, trying to wriggle away but his hold on your hips was strong and kept you trapped against him. You didn’t know what to say. The lips that peppered gentle kisses along your neck didn’t soothe the ache in your heart.

“Be a good girl for me, hm?” He pushed his cock further, your hand covering your mouth to muffle your soft cries, the sensation of him opening and stretching your walls being all too much for you. It was just as it had felt before. The feeling as if you’re being stretched to the brim, struggling to accommodate his thick, hot, throbbing length. “Relax, baby.” He cooed, his fingers resuming to massage your clit, a high pitched muffled moan leaving you. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing so well.”

It was too much. The scrape of his cock gliding through your walls had your cunt clenching, wanting to suck him inside of you despite the fact it wasn’t your boyfriend. You didn’t know what it was but everything felt heightened, you could feel every microscopic movement and touch, even the veins that protruded his length that were so mouth-wateringly pretty from your memory.

If you didn’t go through with this… You couldn’t finish that thought, too frightened of the consequence should you not comply. Too lost in your thoughts and forcing yourself to remain as quiet as you could, you didn’t hear the soft sound of a phone beginning to record.

His hand had left your clit and had grabbed his phone, angling it in a way your lower lips split around his cock was in frame, the way his length disappeared inside of your wet hole caught on camera.

Mattsun stilled once he was all the way inside you, eyes closing and tummy filling with mild satisfaction to be buried inside your velvety walls. Without giving you a warning, he began to move, cock gliding in and out so easily that he couldn’t believe you didn’t want this. You couldn’t see the flash on his phone beneath the thick blanket recording the way your body betrayed you, creaming around his cock while you were too busy trying to focus on not making a sound and calm your pants, mind still in conflict despite how full he made you feel.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he purred in your ear, setting a steady rhythm, the throb in your clit and the friction against your walls making you whine and flutter round him. Why did it feel so good? Your body was melting for him the same way it does for Hajime. How could you do this? You were keeping your eyes shut, too scared to open them since Hajime was only a foot away from you.

Mattsun put his phone away after a couple seconds and pulled out, only to crawl on top of you and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he buries himself inside of you once more, the new position making him bury even more deeper than before. Your arms wrapped around him as if to embrace him as his hips began rutting into you, your body jolting with each deep stroke and sending continuous rippling waves of pleasure through your body.

“Issei,” you moaned into his neck, holding onto him for fear life, legs tightening around his waist. “You’re so deep—Ah!”

Mattsun captured your moans in his mouth, his lips kissing you passionately and tongue invading your parted lips, with you unable to stop him. A low grunt came from beside the two of you and you froze, body tensing and instantly shamefully relieved when you heard the soft snores form Iwaizumi continue. He mustn’t know, you told yourself repeatedly, glueing your palm to your mouth when Issei pulled away.

Unlike you, he was on cloud nine. His hips were in a trance that felt unending, his body craved to remain one with yours. Your lashes were wet as you keen, taking every thrust so obediently. Mattsun would be lying if he didn’t find the sight of you like this, falling apart on his cock, so erotic. And the thrill of Iwaizumi finding out should he wake up was a rush that had him fucking harder into you, knowing his friends all too well that they’d be dead asleep whenever they get drunk. Despite the other bodies lying on either side of the both of you, others who also wanted to be in his place, he had you all to himself.

Breaths hot and heavy, your nails dug into the skin of his back, feeling the movements of his muscles as he rocked into you. The pressure inside you had been building up since the first thrust and had increased a thousandfold as he got faster, harder, rougher, easily bringing you close to your release. Til he had you digging your nails into his back and biting your lip so hard you could draw blood.

“Fucking take me baby, fuck,” Issei rasped in your ear, feeling the delicious way your cunt had begun to suck him in, clenching around him tighter and tighter. He wanted to feel you cum all over his cock, he needed to feel your release splay onto his thighs and drip down yours, despite wanting to keep this secret, he wanted you to make a mess. “Taking me so well. C’mon baby, tell me I fuck you better than Iwa. Tell me how good my cock makes you feel.” He whispered, words entering one ear and going out the other, not really absorbing them as your mind was fogged with none other than the sweet pleasure he was making you feel. If you were in anyway having your senses together, you’d feel ashamed and even guilty with his words.

But a deeper part of you wanted to respond, wanted to tell him how good his cock feels, how it made you feel so full and needy. It was dizzying.

“I’ll breed your little cunt when and where I want to,” he growled, the snap of his hips growing unbearably faster it was a miracle none of them had woken up yet.

And just like that, you couldn’t hold back. You lost yourself. Right or wrong didn’t matter. How could it with the way pleasure ripped through your body, a fluttering orgasm that wet his cock and your spasming thighs.

“No,” you murmured, palms pressed against his chest, a poor attempt to stop him from chasing his release. “Don’t—Issei. Not inside. Don’t.”

Your desperately whispered words fell on deaf ears when his lips against your ear let a deep groan slip pass, his hips stilling, his cock twitching. Then you felt it. That famair sensation of heat filling your lower belly, something only Iwaizumi has ever done. You could feel every drop spill inside your womb as he breathed hot and heavy in your ear, body not able to move from your orgasm.

In your moment of shock, Issei had the time to relish the feeling of spilling his cum inside you, feeling the excess that your womb could no longer take drip out your cunt. His hand fumbled for his phone, pulling his cock out a little to see the mix of yours and his cum coating his length, and quickly took another short video. Thrusting into you slowly, his cum making the glide in and out easy, he caught the sight on camera. Your pussy stained and dripping with his cum as he slowly fucks it into you, making sure to even pull away from the close up to capture your blissed out, eyes shut furrowed expression.

Something to show Makki some time with bragging rights but hide from Iwa and Oikawa, knowing that if he showed Tooru, he’d tell Iwa. Not only that, with this, he had something to hold against you so that he could have you to himself like this morning often.

He wanted to say sorry. He really did but there was no point in saying it when he didn’t feel remorse.

Gently, Issei placed a kiss on your temple before pulling out and readjusting your underwear back in place, assuming the position before any of this had happened. You were too breathless to move, body recovering from bliss that Issei wrongly pulled from you.

“Hey,” he softly spoke, pulling you close to him. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” He caressed your cheek, readjusting the oversized t-shirt you wore. You blinked up at the ceiling for a couple moments, lip between your teeth feeling your body tremble and tears slowly stream down your cheeks.

He held you closer. Your face was buried into his chest as he cooed and hushed you, having no choice but to cry and seek comfort from him since you couldn’t and wouldn’t tell Iwa about what happened.

“Issei,” you sobbed quietly, fisting the fabric of his shirt unsure if what you felt was anger or sadness.

“Im here, Y/N, I’m here.” His large, lean arms wrapped around you, trapping you in an embrace. “Iwa won’t have to know, baby. It’s our secret. I just couldn’t hold myself back…” he went in circles, trying to find the right words. “I just…I love you. You understand that right?”

You couldn’t answer, too busy softly crying into his shirt, confused and emotions mixed. “I—I told you,” you sniffled. “Not to come inside.”

“You’re mad about that?” He asked, frowning a little. That was it? You answered him with a nod, unaware of how he stared at your flushed, puffy face with adoration. He deeply sighed and held you tighter, telling you what you wanted to hear. “It’s okay. Iwa doesn’t have to know. Besides I did it the first time remember? You looked so cute filled with my cum.” He says all this while pressing soft kisses on your face, hearing and feeling you calm down in his hold, hesitantly succumbing to him.

Yet that foreboding feeling in your chest didn’t subside.

Eventually, Issei had fallen asleep, your silence in the dead of night made him think you were too, but you weren’t. Your heart ached to reach out for Hajime, to guide you, to tell you everything was alright…to forgive you. But you couldn’t tell him and Issei got that right. You couldn’t even begin to process if it was Issei’s fault or yours. He merely loved you and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy yourself.

The living room was gently lit in a light blue hue, the sun taking it’s time to rise. You slowly peeled away from Issei’s hold and turned to your other side, to your right where Hajime was peacefully fast asleep.

And like a kitten that remembers home, you shifted closer to him, wanting to feel the simple familiarity of him. With your head on his chest, ear pressed on it to hear the beat of his heart and an arm draped over his frame, you closed your eyes.

“You okay love?” His soft, gruff voice croaked out sleepily.

You opened your eyes to life your gaze to his face. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was a steady as ever. He wrapped his arms around you and you shakily let out a breath, yours and Issei’s secret eating away at you.

“I—,” you hesitated. The moment of silence something a sleepy Iwaizumi wouldn’t be able to decipher. “I’m fine.”

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