#matsuno chifuyu x reader 🔞

[disillusioned-phantasma]

“You think Rindou’s finally gonna give in ‘n let her hit?”

Matsuno Chifuyu jumped when he heard Baji’s voice directly in his ear, beer splashed from his solo cup onto his shirt and he glanced down at it briefly before looking back up at his oldest friend, who was leaning in behind Chifuyu, looking over his shoulder at something in the distance with a sharp grin.

Chifuyu’s lips twisted down into a frown, knowing exactly what Baji was looking at. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze from Baji and looked back at where you were sitting on a table in front of where Haitani Rindou was sitting, elbows on your knees as you leaned your face in closer to his, eyes glittering and teeth gleaming under the dim lighting of the frat house.

“Maybe,” Chifuyu muttered in response, knocking back the rest of his drink as he watched you reach out, running your thumb over his bottom lip. He felt his stomach churn as Haitani Rindou looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, instinctively leaning into your touch. Chifuyu bit down on the tip of his tongue, drawing blood, but he couldn’t force himself to look away, only able to watch with growing discontent as you leaned in closer to Rindou, cupping his face in a way that you never did for Chifuyu anymore, brushing your lips against his.

An ugly feeling stirred within him as he watched you move your lips against Rindou’s lightly because he couldn’t remember the last time you properly kissed him. Years ago, he thought, tears pricking at his eyes momentarily before he blinked them away.

He knew it was just a fucking game to you, a notch on your belt to brag to his older brother about. No matter how many soft touches and kisses you gave Haitani Rindou, you felt absolutely nothing for him--just like you hadn’t for Sanzu Haruchiyo, just like you hadn’t for Hitto Kakucho, just like you hadn’t for Madarame Shion and Hanma Shuji. Once you got what you wanted from them, you would ghost them without remorse but fuck if you weren’t persistent in the chase and it was really starting to get to Chifuyu.

Sometimes Chifuyu really missed the days before college.

Okay, he reconsidered, maybe not sometimes, maybe all the time.

And was it really the days before college he missed? Chifuyu questioned, realizing that no, he loved college. What he missed were the days before you met Haitani Ran on orientation day, which Chifuyu quickly realized had been the worst day of his life.

You had always been closest to Chifuyu of your entire group of friends, and it had been a position he genuinely treasured because he knew you didn’t really open up to people on a deep level. You fucked around a lot, yeah, but fucking around was different from what he had with you. You spent time with him more than just when you were fucking, you told him about the things that bothered you and opened up to him about the issues you’d been having with your family. He had always been your go to person, and you had always been his. He honestly probably would’ve asked you out years ago but he knew you had severe anxiety when it came to commitment so he decided he would wait until you were ready because he had been sure, at the time, that you would one day be ready.

Now he wasn’t so sure.

Because then you met Haitani fucking Ran and it was as if two titans collided. Chifuyu wasn’t sure if the two of you hated or loved each other half of the time, all he knew was Haitani Ran brought out the absolute worst in you and you brought out the absolute worst in him and the two of you couldn’t fucking get enough of each other. Chifuyu didn’t even think your relationship was sexual--at least he hoped not--you and him were just so alike that it was scary and you were drawn to each other like moths to flame.

You met Haitani fucking Ran and suddenly Chifuyu was losing his place in your life as your closest friend. Suddenly all you did was go out and party and drink and smoke and fuck around with anyone that caught your eye. Suddenly the only time Chifuyu ever saw you was when you were fucking in the back of his car or in a bathroom stall at school and whenever he asked to do something with you after, you were busy.

It hurt, he knew it did, and he knew it wasn’t healthy but Chifuyu couldn’t help but long for the days where he’d stay laying up in your arms as you told him about your day, lulled to sleep by the vibrations of your chest. All he wanted to do was go back to the summer before college where he was taking you out on his bike nearly every other night when you got too lost in your own head.

A part of him still believed you’d come back to your senses--that this was just a phase and the two of you would be able to return to those days where it was you and him. Before you had made a game out of stealing girls from Haitani Ran and before you started a competition with him out of who could sleep with more people on campus. Before, when you had only touched him as soft as you were touching Rindou now, Chifuyu couldn’t even remember the last time you had touched him so gently, nowadays you only ever left bruises and scratches behind after fucking.

He could feel Baji looking at him but Chifuyu couldn’t drag his eyes off of you, watching as your hand wound itself in Rindou’s hair so you could pull him closer to you, watching your lips slide against his as you deepened the kiss, tiling his head back.

“Chifuyu,” Baji said, and Chifuyu looked at Baji from the corner of his eye, turning away again when he saw the narrowed bronze gaze trained on him. Sometimes he really hated how observant Baji was. “You said you were over this a long time ago.”

Two years, to be exact, almost to the day. A few weeks after orientation when you started pushing Chifuyu to the side in order to get closer to Haitani Ran. He had been lucky that that Baji and Kazutora had been drunk out of their minds when he told them that he didn’t care about you like that, that it was okay you weren’t spending as much time with him, that it was okay you were fucking around so much with other people. If they hadn’t been so drunk, he was sure that they would’ve been able to see through his blatant lies and Chifuyu knew that would’ve ruined your friendship with the two of them and he wasn’t trying to do that to you.

“I am,” Chifuyu said, voice dull and bland to his own ears.

Baji’s eyes sharpened dangerously, “Chifuyu-” he began but was got off by a loud, outraged voice.

“RINDOU, DON’T YOU DARE FALL FOR THAT TEMPTRESS OR I’LL DISOWN YOU!”

Matsuno Chifuyu had never been so grateful to hear Haitani Ran’s voice before.

He watched with thinly disguised relief as Ran made his way toward you and Rindou, watched as you pulled away from the younger Haitani with a look nothing short of triumphant, watched as Rindou looked between you and his older brother with a flushed, humiliated expression on his face.

Chifuyu was pretty sure you had been trying to sleep with Haitani Rindou for nearly three months now--’the ultimate one-up over his brother,’ you had claimed--but Ran was always there to stop it before it got to far and Chifuyu supposed he should be grateful for that.

He looked on as Ran shot you an accusing look before dragging Rindou away from you and as you laughed, rising to your feet before looking around the room. Eventually, your eyes fell on where Chifuyu was standing and he swallowed thickly as you made your way over to where he and Baji were.

Baji frowned as you drew closer, waving at you briefly before giving Chifuyu a long look and walking away.

“What’s up with him?” you nodded after Baji once you got close enough to Chifuyu, leaning against the wall next to him.

Chifuyu shrugged, “I don’t know,” he said quietly, looking to the side toward you. He swallowed thickly as his eyes met yours, noting the way your eyes had a sort of clarity to them that was almost unfamiliar by this point. Chifuyu felt as if it were the first time you were really looking at him in years, your mind free of the drug or alcohol-induced haze you were usually under. “You been drinking?” he asked curiously.

“Nah,” you said, “Sanzu was supposed to come by with some shit and wasn’t tryna get crossed tonight. Didn’t show up though, wanna go grab something?”

Chifuyu shook his head immediately, “No,” he said quietly. He couldn’t remember the last time he had spent time with you when you weren’t drunk or high or both.

He couldn’t look away from you even as your eyes drifted back out to the party--you looked beautiful, you always did, it was honestly something he just couldn’t understand. Even when you were trashed out of your mind, or just having rolled out of bed, you were the most stunning woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Your eyes glimmered prettily under the lights of the room and your cheeks were flushed from the rising heat in the room. His gaze drifted down your face to your lips, which were pink and wet and swollen lightly.

His lips twisted into a frown as he remembered why your lips looked like that.

“What’s the problem?” you asked and Chifuyu really hated how easily you were able to read him.

“Nothing,” Chifuyu said and you raised your eyebrows, finally turning to look at him. Chifuyu turned his eyes away from you immediately.

“Hm? You jealous?” you drawled and Chifuyu’s lip twitched in annoyance at the correct accusation. You only laughed, “C’mon, ‘fuyu, you know you’re my favorite.”

Favorite, Chifuyu thought bitterly, not only.

You leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear and Chifuyu felt hot, breath catching in his throat. “You don’t believe me?” you asked quietly and Chifuyu swallowed thickly. Your breath was hot against his ear, almost dizzying and his eyes fluttered shut as you pressed your lips to that spot beneath his ear that always had him shivering. He tilted his head back against the wall, giving you more access to his neck and he couldn’t bite back the quiet moan fast enough as he felt your lips trail down his skin. “Lemme show you, ‘fuyu.”

No, a small part of him wanted to yell at you, we need to talk while you’re still sober, I can’t keep doing this.

But the larger part of him was already drunk off of the feeling of your lips on his skin, breath shaky as your mouth worked bruises into his neck and your tongue traced pretty patterns against his skin. You were fucking intoxicating, like a drug that Chifuyu just couldn’t get enough of.

You shifted so that you were standing in front of him, hands gripping his waist tightly as you pressed him up against the wall, body flush against his. Chifuyu swallowed thickly as one of your legs slipped between his own, knee putting pressure against his steadily hardening cock and he was sure you could feel his thighs trembling on either side of your leg. Chifuyu drew in a sharp breath, hips instinctively rocking against you and he felt you laugh against his skin.

His eyes finally reopened as you pulled away from his neck and he looked down at you, gaze lidded and chest rising and falling rapidly. A smile tugged at your lips, “You’re always so sensitive,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his jaw, “C’mon ‘fuyu, let’s go somewhere else else, yeah? Before Mikey throws a fit when he sees us out here.”

His protests died in his throat as his eyes met yours and despite the fact that a part of him was screaming not to give in, he couldn’t stop himself from nodding, throat closing up.

He’ll talk to you about it later.

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“Hm? Not sure what you mean, Baji, I don’t even like her like that. We just fuck, that’s all.”

You tilted your head to the side as you looked down at Chifuyu, his words from two years ago ringing through your head as you sat on top of him, straddling his waist. You shifted slightly, watching as his entire body shuddered and the pretty pink flush on his cheeks darkened, “Y/n,” his voice was shaky as he spoke, blue eyes glossy and dazed and barely focused on you, “Stop teasing, c’mon.”

He was lucky he was pretty, you decided, because even as his words rang bitter in your head, you felt no desire to pull away from him. You leaned down, fingers resting on his chest as you pressed your lips against his jaw, sucking a dark bruise into his skin.

He had some nerve being jealous, you thought to yourself, savoring in the whimper he let out as your teeth grazed the skin of his neck, after telling all of his friends you meant nothing to him. As if he wasn’t the whole reason you were out there trying to fuck away all your feelings because shit, overhearing him say those words to Baji and Kazutora that night two years ago really had fucked you up.

You never even confronted him about it, you reminded yourself, and your nails dug in hard into his skin at the thought, nearly drawing blood. You just cast him aside and demoted him from best friend and lover to a fuck buddy you met up with every once in a while. What if you hadn’t had the full context?

What sort of context would make what he said okay? you spit back at your own thoughts violently.

You bit down just a little too hard on his neck and Chifuyu inhaled sharply, rocking his hips up desperately into you, “Please, please, I-”

“Stop bitching,” you told him, pulling away and sitting back up. Your nails scratched lightly against the skin of his chest and Chifuyu tugged hard at the tie you had restraining his wrists to the headboard of the bed--Ran’s tie and Ran’s bed, you noted gleefully, payback for fucking Kakucho in your bed.

You rolled your hips against his hard watching Chifuyu tense, a loud, shameless moan escaping his lips--you let out a huff of amusement over the fact that he gave not a single fuck over whether or not the people on the floor below could hear him, and they certainly could.

Tears sprung to his eyes as he looked up at you through watery lashes, “Stop that,” he pleaded and your eyes traced down the single tear that he hadn’t been able to blink away, following it down his cheek.

“Stop?” you questioned, making a move to get off again and you nearly laughed as Chifuyu’s eyes went wide.

“No,” he shook his head, gasping for breath, “No, don’t stop. Don’t. Just lemme cum, okay? Gotta cum, needa cum. Please, ‘been doin’ this forever now.”

“Been doin’ this for ten minutes,” you corrected and Chifuyu nearly sobbed as he threw his head back against the pillows, dark hair matted to his forehead. “C’mon, ‘fuyu,” you said as you returned your lips to his neck, kissing down the bruises you had left earlier. “Wanna be good for me, yeah?”

“I do,” Chifuyu half-slurred, nodding his head, “wanna be good for you, I do, I do.”

You gazed at him curiously as you glanced to where your lower halves connected, watching his pretty cock slide against the black silk of your panties, tip flushed pink and leaking an outrageous amount of precum. One of your hands slipped from his chest and down to his cock, your thumb smearing the precum over his tip, a strangled noise left his lips as his abdomen spasmed.

“Please,” Chifuyu choked out, “wanna touch you, please lemme touch you.”

“Hm?” you hummed, bracing your hands on Chifuyu’s abdomen as you rocked your hips against him, dragging your clothed cunt against his cock. Chifuyu’s eyes rolled back, lips parting, “You are touchin’ me, pretty boy.”

Chifuyu let out a shaky groan at the nickname, “With my hands, wanna touch you with my hands,” he pleaded, tugging at the tie again.

“Why should I let you do that?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.

His eyes were shining with tears, “I’ll fuck you so good, promise, okay?” his words were shaky and you could see his lips trembling, “Fuck you right, yeah? Wanna touch you, make you feel good.”

You raised your eyebrows, “I can’t fuck you good?” you questioned, enjoying the look of confusion that swept over his pretty face, “I can’t fuck you right?”

“Not what I meant,” Chifuyu shook his head rapidly, eyes wide, face bright red, “Not what I meant, c’mon, you know that. My princess fucks me the best, only one that can fuck me right.”

You let a light laugh at his panicked tone, ignoring how fluttery your chest felt at the pet name. My, your mind echoed, and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.

You exhaled softly, eyes running over his flushed expression, sweat-matted hair, and the dark bruises running down his neck and along his chest--your breath caught in your throat as his teary eyes met yours. Your fingers ghosted his face, thumb running along his cheekbone, skin hot to the touch. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, ‘fuyu,” you murmured and you swallowed thickly as Chifuyu looked up at you, eyes wide and glossy, staring at you in a way that was remicient to how you imagined an apostle would look upon its landed god.

For the first time in two years, you pressed your lips against his, swallowing the soft moan he let out. His lips were soft--softer than yours, for sure--and he tasted just as you remembered, sweet like brown sugar with a hint of that soy sauce from the ramen shop near his apartment, it was dizzying, almost, but you couldn’t get enough of it. You could still taste the chapstick on his lips, that same flavor he would never fail to compulsively buy whenever the two of you would stop at a store years ago even though he had dozens stocked up already. His lips moved against yours with a sort of familiarity that made you weak; he kissed you as if he had done so millions of times before and with a sort of desperation that had heat spreading under your skin like a wildfire, as if he were afraid that if you pulled away, you would disappear.

You rocked your hips against his, inhaling as his cock caught against your clit. You pulled your lips away from his briefly and he whimpered at the loss of contact, trying to follow your movement with his mouth to no avail.

After a moment’s hesitation, you reached up and unwound the tie from his wrists, tossing it over to the side. Instantly, Chifuyu’s hands were cupping your face, dragging you back down until his lips were on yours yet again, lips sliding against each other’s sloppily, teeth nearly clashing at the suddenness of his movement. You reached down with one hand to glide your fingers over his cock, teasing his tip, and Chifuyu gasped sharply, whining against your lips. You took the opportunity to press your tongue against his, tilting your head to the side to get better access to his mouth.

You felt one of Chifuyu’s hands slip from your face to grasp your thigh and all of the breath was stolen from your lungs as Chifuyu swapped your positions. You took in a surprised breath as your back hit the bed, Chifuyu hovering on top of you. Even with how fucked out he was from your endless denial to his high, he still looked down at you, eyes searching to make sure the new position was okay because it had been a long time since you let someone top you.

You paused for a second before nodding once, touching your lips against his softly, one arm wrapping around his shoulders. Chifuyu let out a shaky breath against your lips and you swore you felt something wet drop against your cheek. Before you could move to check if Chifuyu was okay, he buried his face into your neck, hand slipping down your body until his fingers were rubbing lightly against the silk of your panties, pushing them to the side to dip his fingers into your cunt.

“Fuck,” you gasped out, throwing your free arm over your face as you pressed the side of your head into the pillow, lips parting as Chifuyu’s fingers glided along your slit.

He groaned into your neck, grinding his cock against your thigh and you could feel his precum smearing against and staining your skin, “So fuckin’ wet,” he panted, “feel so good.”

His breath was hot against your neck and in combination with his fingers teasing your clit, it nearly made you light-headed, “Stop fuckin’ around,” you hissed, “Fuck me or I’m going back on top.”

Chifuyu either ignored you or your words didn’t register, and you genuinely believed it might’ve been the latter as he finally pressed his two fingers into you. You dug your nails into his shoulder as his fingers curled deep inside of you, lips parting at the sensation of him stretching your cunt around his fingers.

Holy fuck, was the only intelligible thought running through your head as Chifuyu drove his fingers in and out of you at a mind-numbing pace, thumb flicking and rubbing against your clit as fingers dragged against your walls over and over and over again. He had you tipping over the edge embarrassingly fast but it was something you should have expected: Chifuyu knew your body probably better than he knew his own, just like how you knew his better than your own and he was very, very good with his hands--you used to make fun of him for it but years of playing video games with Baji and Kazutora had him playing your cunt easy like it was one of his controllers. He knew all of the ins and outs of what sent you over the edge so it was no surprise that he had your eyes rolling back and back arching off the bed in record time.

“‘fuyu,” you gasped into his ear, feeling his entire body shudder against yours, “Oh, fuck, ‘fuyu, I’m ‘nna cum. I’m gonna cum.”

Your breath hitched and just as you felt yourself about to be pushed over the edge, Chifuyu stole his fingers from you, leaning back to sit on his heels as pulled off of your body. Your eyes widened in surprise and betrayal, “You-” you began to hiss, blinking away the spots in your vision that had been forming at your impending high but your voice faltered when you saw how fucked Chifuyu looked. Lips bright red and swollen and wet, face flushed, eyes still tearing up, hair knotted and matted against his forehead; his skin was shining with beads of sweat and his fingers were trembling around your thighs, cock flushed bright red and painfully hard where it stood against his abdomen. Shit, you thought, mouth dry as your eyes trailed over his form, you really had edged him to the brink.

“Gotta-wanna-I wanna feel you cum around m’ cock,” Chifuyu said, voice half a slur, “not m’ fingers, okay? Wanna feel you cum on my cock. Feel so fuckin’ good.”

He didn’t even wait for you to respond this time and you gasped lightly as he tugged you closer to him by the thighs, moving back to lean over you, he pressed his lips to your ankle briefly. Your own thighs nearly were pressed to your chest as his tip nudged against your entrance, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his cock slipping against you and catching on your clit, head fuzzy and skin hot and burning.

He pushed into you so slow that it nearly had you sobbing, you could feel every fucking inch of his cock, you swore that every little vein decorating him was molding the inside of your cunt as you stretched around him, making it the perfect fit for him and him alone. He paused when he was halfway in, trying to give you time to adjust, arms trembling on either side of your head as he leaned over you, jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut tight. After a moment, you finally shifted, rolling your hips up into his slightly.

“Oh, shit,” Chifuyu groaned, hips driving into yours as he lost grip of his self-control and he let out a moan that was nothing short of pornographic as he bottomed-out into you, “Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight, fuck.”

He buried his face into your neck, muffling the noises escaping his lips as you threw your head back, mouth hung open, desperately gasping for air as you tried to stop yourself from cumming from just the mere feeling of him splitting you open on his cock.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, was the only thought running through your head as mind went hazy and your entire body burned. You swore you were on fucking fire and your nails ripped lines down Chifuyu’s back as he finally drew his hips pack painfully slow before rocking them back into you hard.

“Feel s’ fuckin’ good,” you could barely understand what Chifuyu was saying from how his face was shoved into your neck. He sucked bruises into your collarbone as hips snapped against your relentlessly, every thrust snatching the breath from your throat and you couldn’t even think, your vision was blurring and you felt dizzy and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fact you couldn’t get enough air in your lungs or if it was because of the rapidly rising pleasure building up in you--all you could focus on was the feeling of Chifuyu’s cock dragging in and out of your cunt, filling you up so good that you swore he must’ve been made for you, “So fuckin’ beautiful, you’re so-”

Chifuyu’s voice cut off and dissolved into a groan as one particularly hard thrust had his tip kissing your cervix and his public bone grinding up against your swollen clit. “Oh fuck,” you cried out, pressing your hand against your mouth to try to muffle the moans building in your chest, “‘fuyu, ‘ma cum, ‘nna cum.”

At once, Chifuyu’s hand was ripping yours from your mouth, pinning it to the bed next to you and you were way too far gone to put up a fight about it, back arching up into his chest. Your nails tore bloody patterns into the skin of his back, all you were able to give into the pleasure, vision going white, crying out his name so loud that you knew damn well every single person down at the party could hear you.

“Holy fuck,” Chifuyu let out an obscene moan as he felt your cunt tighten up around his cock, “Oh, fuck, ‘m cummin’. Fuck, y/n, I love you.”

Your mind, still hazy from your high, barely registered the words he was saying as his hips stilled against yours, spilling himself deep into you. All you could do was lay there as Chifuyu laid limply on top of you, breath erratic as he tried to recover, arms unsteady on either side of your head. Your fingers trailed up and down his trembling black, his breath hot and shaky against your neck.

“Fuck, y/n, I love you.”

Your fingers stilled against his back as you finally comprehended what he had said.

I love you.

“Get off,” you said, voice cold and distant to your own ears.

“Huh?” Chifuyu murmured, not understanding what you said.

“Get off,” you said, and you hoped your voice wasn’t as weak as your body felt as you shoved him off of you, his back hit the bed with an oof and you pushed yourself off of it, reaching for your clothes.

“Hm? Not sure what you mean, Baji, I don’t even like her like that. We just fuck, that’s all.”

How the fuck can he say that after-

“What’s going on?” Chifuyu asked, eyes wide as he forced himself to sit up, “Y/n, what’s-”

“Nothing,” you said, realizing he didn’t even remember what he said, “We fucked, yeah? Going back down to see if Sanzu showed up.”

Chifuyu stared at you, lips parted and you forced yourself to look away as a hurt look swept across his face. You tugged your shirt over your head, ignoring the way your legs were shaking as you made your way toward the door.

“Y/n,” Chifuyu called after you and you paused, refusing to turn and look at him, “I-I can’t do this anymore.”

You turned immediately, eyes sharp. The fuck does he mean he can’t do this anymore?

“What are you on about?” you asked and Chifuyu grit his teeth as he looked down at his hands.

“I can’t do this, y/n,” Chifuyu said, “I-This-It’s hurting, all you do is come to me when you want to fuck and then you just leave.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked, staring at him and trying to figure out if this was some big joke he was playing on you. “This was what you wanted,” you spit out, “and now you’re saying you’re the one that’s hurting.”

“What are you talking about?” Chifuyu demanded, brows furrowed, “I never wanted this, I wanted to be your boyfriend, not whatever this is.”

You laughed loudly, “I don’t even like her like that, Baji,” you mocked, revelling in the way that his expression slowly shifted into one of realization, “We just fuck, that’s it.”

“Baji told you that?” Chifuyu asked breathlessly, lips twisted down.

“No you asshole,” you snapped, “I heard it myself, I was coming to see if you wanted to play fuckin’ beer pong with me.”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that,” Chifuyu said, voice lost, “Baji ‘n ‘tora, they-they would’ve hated you if they knew how much I cared about you while you were fucking around with other people. I didn’t want to ruin your friendship with them.”

What the fuck-

“What?” you asked, “Chifuyu, you were the only person I was fucking around with at that point. I quit seeing other people midway through senior year.”

“That’s a lie,” Chifuyu said, rising to his feet to throw his clothes on, “Everybody knew you were goin’ out with the Haitanis, Hanma and Sanzu every night.”

“So I can’t go out with my friends without fucking them?” you asked harshly, “The first time I fucked Sanzu was that very same night and you can ask him yourself about it if you want because he was high as fuck trying to deal with me crying after we fucked and he never lets me live it down.”

Chifuyu’s eyes were trained wide on you and his lips were moving as if he was trying to say something but no words were coming out.

“For real?” he finally asked.

“Yes, for real,” you half-shouted, “God, you’re so stupid, why didn’t you just ask me if I was seeing other people instead of just believing rumors?”

Chifuyu’s shoulders slumped, “I didn’t wanna pressure you, I know how you feel about commitment,” he murmured, looking so much like a kicked puppy that it made your anger slip away.

You sighed as you looked over at him, “We’re both stupid,” you finally amended, and Chifuyu’s blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, “I should’ve confronted you about what you said.”

Just as you were about to take a step toward him, the door to Ran’s room swung open and said man was standing there, grinning down at you, “As much as I loved the free porn and show afterwards, I need to grab a new change of clothes.”

Chifuyu’s face went bright red and you leaned back to grab his wrist, shoulder-checking Ran into his door as he laughed at you.

“So, uh,” Chifuyu began and you looked over at him, wide blue eyes trained on you and fingers ghosting patterns on your wrist.

“What?” you asked, not appreciating the small smile that tugged to his lips. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Does this mean I can be your boyfriend now?”

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i wanna be yours | matsuno c.

matsuno chifuyu x fem!reader

summary: chifuyu has decided that miscommunication is the root of all evil.

genre: fwb to lovers, college au

warnings: fem!reader, slight angst?? not really, fuckboy + kinda toxic!reader ngl, implied alcohol abuse, implied drug abuse, switch!reader, switch!chifuyu, edging (f -> m), slight dacryphilia (chifuyu is a pretty crier), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (ppl can hear, not see)

wordcount: 5.6k

notes: for @kshira’s fwb collab :) again

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𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬

— matsuno chifuyu x fem!reader (nsfw) 🔞

fluff!!! happy birthday weeks in advance <3 ily fuyu

There’s a tiny nibble on your ear.

His arm coils around your waist like a child whose toy is being snatched, as if pleading you not to go. You don’t. Not even hail the size of asteroids can pry you from his arms in this moment.

“Just getting comfy,” you reassure, laughing lightly. The little grunt you hear tells you that he’s just about halfway into dreamland… and intends to take you with him. You chase the warmth, chase his touch; lying on your side and pressing your ear beneath Chifuyu’s jaw to the crook of his neck, you listen for the gentle thud of his pulse, admiring the frayed threads of his sweater. You wonder if he’ll let you borrow it later. He’s always so warm… even when it’s winter.

You reach forward, craving the warmth you know radiates from the palm of his hand. His hands are big — like you could hold one with both hands and still be warm. Or maybe it’s him. In winters you like to shove your fists in his coat pockets because they bested even the thickest mittens in your possession (Is that so? he teased, and yes it is, you replied, wringing your hands with his).

“A human furnace,” you mumble, a sleepy smile on your face.

“What?”

You can hear him arch an eyebrow, face scrunched up despite his eyes still glued shut.

“What?” you echo, nuzzling your face affectionately into the collar of his wooly sweater, wrapping an arm around the softness of the material. It smells like vanilla and the hot chocolate he made earlier (before you both decided the snow was a little too heavy for a morning stroll). The confused little noise he makes rumbles in his chest and makes you giggle again. “Stay like this,” you say, letting the heat engulf you, inch by inch. Like being doused in a gentle flame.

There’s a slight shuffle as he settles further into the plush couch, taking you into his arms. “Of course,” he whispers, fingers threaded in your hair. Snow envelopes the town beyond the window, fogged over with winter frost. It must be freezing outside. Beyond the protective layer of your shared blanket there’s a persistent chill nipping at your ankles, albeit they are entangled with his. Socks were always an option but you could never turn down any opportunity to feel his skin against yours. And it’s strange, you think — with him like this, huddled in his arms like this, your chest blooms with enough warmth to keep you cozy for the rest of the season.

You take Chifuyu’s hand and give in to the desire to rub it against your cheek, feeling for his pulse once again. Warm. Of course. “Love you,” he says softly into the silence, apparently fully awake now, as if testing out the words on his tongue. When he talks like this, voice so roughed up with sleep yet so blatantly intimate, it sends a pleasant buzz singing in your blood. You know he’s looking at you but you close your eyes and pretend not to notice, muttering back a ‘love you too’ as his thumb caresses your cheek. It’s good to savour this feeling, you think.

“Cold?” You shake your head lightly. “You sure?” His lips move to your ear, nuzzling playfully. “Your fingers feel ice cold.”

“I know. Fix it.” You can’t help but grin into his touch. It kinda tickles but makes you feel fuzzy at the same time.

“Ah, I know how,” he plays along, taking your hand and placing it on the back of his neck. You fight a yawn, eyes fluttering open. Hm?

Locks of your hair are brushed to the side. Before you know it, a pair of lips settle onto your throat, pinching and then suckling until they leave a tiny red mark. You smile knowingly. Well, that’s one way to make you wear his turtlenecks.

“Nooooo. ‘m sleepy.” You feign a wince when he sucks particularly hard, fingers playing with the short strands of hair on the back of his neck, but to your dismay he’s not the slightest bit ticklish. Purrs in content, even. He licks over the shape of the newly left hickey, as if putting finishing touches to his handiwork. When he’s satisfied, he lines kisses along your jaw until you whine at him.

“Sleepy?”

“Mhm.” Your eyes close again. You picture him puffing out his cheeks in mock disappointment.

“Then…” he trails, mischievous on purpose, fingers tip-toeing to where the hem of your sleep shirt ends, brushing over your inner thigh. Your lips part in a muted gasp. “Can I touch you?”

Warm breath brushes against your collarbone. The blanket is in the way so he tugs it off of you. “Promise it’s just for a little while. It’s cold, isn’t it? Let me make you feel good.”

“Well, that’s just being unfair,” you say, cracking an eye open, letting him kick off the blanket. You’ll have to pinch his cheeks for that later. “You know I can’t refuse when you talk like that.”

“Hah?” he exclaims under his breath, a daring smirk curling on his lips. “Like what?”

“Just like—ah—”

Chifuyu’s arm snakes under your thigh, yanking it upwards so the thin garment bunches at your hip, exposing your underwear for him. Your face heats up in embarrassment, a chill shooting up your spine as cool air brushes against your bare skin. “Hey!”

“My girlfriend’s a cutie, isn’t she?” he sings, tracing the outline of your slit through your panties with a fingertip. His voice drags teasingly, cooing at the whimper that you fail to stifle. (Way too smug!)

“Soft and cute and knows just how to fucking turn me on.” A forceful nudge against your clit sends you keening; a squeeze to the swell of your breast and he’s chuckling.

“Got me this addicted to her, and yet—”

He pinches your bud through the thin cotton, while his finger applies pressure on your sensitive pearl. A jolt of pleasure sends your thighs tensing, your mouth dropping open in a meek cry.

“Still so shy. Aren’t you?” He releases his grip, index finger dipping under the fabric, prodding against the little hole that leaks with your arousal. Your hips raise on instinct, body switching to autopilot as a weak denial spills from your lips. Chasing his touch, again — his warmth can come in many different forms, it seems. Gathering up your slick, rubbing your nipple between his fingers, and drawing some more kittenish mewls from you, he circles your puckering entrance before slipping a finger in, starting a slow and meticulous pace.

“Ah… hngh— ‘fuyu…”

Your toes curl as he brushes against your g-spot, feeling your walls suck him in deeper and deeper. He loves to indulge in this little pleasure. You let him manoeuvre your thighs further apart, head lolling to the side, breathing in vanilla tinged with chocolate and soft heat. One finger, and then two — “You’re taking it so well, (Name). Were you waiting for me to play with your greedy pussy?”

No! You weren’t! You’re so needy it’s cute, you want to say, but anything beyond breathless gasps is hard to muster when he keeps rubbing against the spongy spot that has your vision fading to inky black. His fingers twist and scissor inside you, as if reaching for the tiny opening of your womb; only to pull back, the pads of his fingers deliberately dragging against every inch of your pussy, making the room echo with soft squelches. It’s cold, yes — but everywhere he touches is warm.

A knot tightens in your gut, thrust after thrust, a familiar feeling that has you bucking your hips higher as if strung along by an uncontrollable sensation. He lets you cling to him, building up your orgasm with practiced ease, with a thumb rubbing on your clit. Higher and higher, abusing the fleshy bundle of nerves, and you can feel yourself crumbling apart by the second —

“A-ah… go slower, won’t you.” Your fingers curl around his wrist, tugging without much force. He chuckles, fingers pulling out almost entirely so he can make a show of your juices clinging to the soaked digits — evidence of his unwarranted teasing — before matching each languid thrust of his fingers with the roll of your hips. You sigh in pleasure, voicing your contentment. It feels good, like you could ride out this pleasant feeling for ages and still it wouldn’t get old. The kind of pleasure that you derive more from the chase than the reward. Perhaps, he always knows just how to make you click. You realise you like it that way.

Your eyes fall half-lidded — this is it, you think — stifling a scream as you hit the peak of euphoria. You throw your head back, every bone going rigid, falling over the edge in hazy bliss in tandem with his fingers inside your womb. And when you fall he’s right there to catch you, whispering praises of how your blissed-out state only makes him want to ruin you more. He holds you tight as you come down from your high, step by step, one hand cushioning your jaw and rubbing small circles into your chin, the other still petting softly on your button. Ah…

“So? What do you think? Felt good, right?”

“No,” you bite back a grin. Your chest heaves and sweat glistens on your forehead, already feeling cool even as your boyfriend radiates heat. Perhaps, he’ll let you off with a lazy blowjob so you can catch more sleep before the afternoon arrives. Then he’ll learn his lesson not to play with you when it’s so damn early in the morning.

“Kiss me then,” he frowns, and this is the one thing you can’t refuse. Your tongues rub against each other, feeling for intimacy, for something — maybe, you wonder, if you keep this up all that warmth stored in his body might transfer to you. But even if it doesn’t, you know. Warmth and heat alike is easy to come by, but Chifuyu’s love is priceless. Nothing could ever replace him. You throw your leg over his waist as the kiss deepens, pressing your wet slit against the hardness in his boxers. Again and again, he gets his way — perhaps it was written in his blood to please you and in yours to obey him.

When you pull away, gasping for air, he refuses to let you go. His fingertips trace the outline of your shoulder blades, dipping into the small of your back down to your hips, as if driving every line and curve into his brain, again and again; his mind wanders when he looks at you, your gentle smile and soulful eyes — will things stay like this forever?

The giggle that bursts forth when he brushes over your weak spot tells him yes.