#mattsun thirsts

[captain-hawks]

hello there! any thirsty thoughts about mattsun recently 🎤

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issei likes leave the lights on.

he likes to see the shudder of anticipation that ripples through you when you feel the thick outline of his erection press heavily to the soft, thin barrier of your panties. the way your throat bobs as you swallow when he rocks down against you, a slow, teasing drag of his generous length along the covered bud of your pert, swollen clit.

he likes the way your eyes glaze over when his cock springs free from the confines of his boxers, hard and throbbing and dripping with precum.

but most of all, his fingers flick on the dull glow of the lamp each time without fail for this—for the sight of your spit-soaked lips parting wide in a choked out gasp as he notches the leaking head of his shaft at your soaked, quivering entrance.

for the sight of his cotton sheets bunching beneath the grasp of your clenched fingers, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he works to stuff his fat cock inside of you, your tight pussy spasming hard as he slips in deeper. the way your lips move as you whimper desperately for him to keep going, that you can take it.

your taut muscles and naked breasts and the slick sweat that gathers in the hollow of your throat (you’ll tremble and whine when he laps and nips at the tender, salty skin there after).

it’s for this—the flash of white teeth sinking into your plush bottom lip as your fingernails dig into the skin of his back, chest heaving, your greedy walls sucking in his cock with a vice grip that nearly has him coming on the spot.

issei leaves the lights on to see the satisfaction on your face when he finally buries himself to the hilt in the soaking wet warmth of your cunt, the pleasure that washes over you when he rasps “good girl” against the shell of your ear once you’ve taken every last inch of him balls deep.

[seiwas]

cw: suggestive, just iwaizumi being hot in a muscle tee, use of 'baby', sweat, unedited sawry (this is my pure carnal desire for this man)

iwaizumi hasn’t worn a muscle tee in years—

it hangs off him like a singular piece of cloth, haphazardly cut to show off as much skin as possible. slutty, the way mattsun and makki had intended for it to look when they gifted it to him in his third year of college.

which, to be fair, maybe he was one—a slut, that is. whoring himself out completely with those ‘subtle’, ‘lowkey’ thirst trap instagram stories on his fitness account. the way his skin flushed a darker peach after your joint gym days was always borderline inappropriate, the strands of his hair sticking up in what you could easily mistake as sweat-matted sex hair.

iwaizumi’s muscle tee days are well associated with him being the image of absolute sin.

but it was all for you anyway: the instagram stories he set on ‘close friends’ only, the hours he kept free so he could align his gym schedule to yours—

“oh! that’s perfect!” you beam at him, your smile completely unaware.

“yeah. it all worked out…” he casually brushes it off.

—it was oikawa's idea in the first place.

"you have to sell yourself better iwa-chan," the brunet whines over the phone.

and so he did; followed every embarrassing idea oikawa came up with, posed and posted in ways extremely un-iwaizumi, and stocked up on muscle tees. a lot of them. only for him to be called—

"simp," oikawa snorts on the call. iwaizumi groans, rolling his eyes.

—"baby," you stop dead in your tracks, your breath on hold.

yeah, he thinks, it was all worth it because this is what you call him now.

"is that—?" you inch closer, mouth falling slightly open. he thinks there are stars in your eyes as you ask, "are you wearing—?"

oh.

iwaizumi looks down at the muscle tee hanging off his body and feels a little bit exposed. he just came from the gym and he hasn't worn a muscle tee in years, his collection of them having dwindled over time. the only reason he kept this one is because of its sentimental value, and the fact that it came from makki and mattsun.

compression shirts are his thing now, which you approve of very much, but you're both in the middle of moving, and some of his clothes are still in boxes.

you approach him slowly, "is this a comeback?" the smirk on your face grows when you reach him, your hands fiddling with the fabric.

this is the same muscle tee he was wearing the first time you told him you loved him.

he moves away before you can come any closer.

"sweaty," he scrunches his nose as he takes your hands into his, kissing your fingertips.

you scoff, pressing yourself right into his chest, "even better."

your hands cling to his sides, slipping underneath the damp cotton of his muscle tee as you rake your fingers down planes of taut muscle. he shivers, breath hitching as the heat travels up his body, flushing the sides of his neck deep peach.

you peer up at him and grin, placing small pecks at the areas of his collarbone that peek through.

fucking—

his hands grip your waist, keeping you in place as he tilts his head low, lips grazing just the tip of your ear.

"don't tease," he warns, voice low and hoarse, but his hands show no signs of moving away.

notes: i would like to thank @pastelle-rabbit for asking me the hardest question of all time, otherwise this little blurb wouldn't exist

[chimielie]

cw f!reader , iwaizumi’s pectorals , this post was sponsored by Big Adobo

you do it in front of the whole gang.

other people, too, but he never pays attention to anyone but his team at the gym.

mattsun is spotting hajime while oikawa heckles him (hyping him up, he’d say, but the music slamming in hajime’s ears makes the claim unverifiable). makki’s squatting beside him, sweat trickling down his temple, but he manages a smile and, when he rises again and puts down his weights, a wave.

hajime doesn’t notice, eyes trained intensely on the middle distance ahead of him, until you appear in his line of vision.

you look pissed, eyebrows scrunched together and hands on your hips.

he drops his weights. they land heavy, clanging against the catches loud enough that he can hear it even before he rips his earbuds out.

“what’d you say?” he furrows his brow.

“shirt off,” you say, pointing at him and flicking your finger in the air. “thanks.”

around you, his friends react with varying degrees of shock and laughter. you stay stone-faced, staring at him, folding your arms across your chest. you’re wearing a sports bra, like you’d just finished your own workout. sometimes you and he go to the gym together, but team activities are team activities, and oikawa likes to accuse you of trying to edge in on the boy’s team’s secrets, as though your own team isn’t reaching new heights of success under your captaincy. hajime feels his pupils expanding the longer he looks at you.

he complies, quirking a brow as he hooks his fingers in the back of his tank’s collar and yanks it over his head. you nod, looking satisfied, then hold out a hand.

“can i see your instagram real quick?” he bares his teeth in a smile at you, guessing where this is going, even if he’s not sure why. as much as you’ve danced around each other the last three years, neither of you have made a move.

something about the way he feels about you just doesn’t feel… urgent. like he’s just waiting for the universe to throw you together, for the right moment where everything clicks. he’s always wanted to take his time with you.

he guesses this is that moment.

he hands it to you, unlocked. you hand it back.

“your other profile.”

ah. it had started as a progress tracker, just a way to remember his exercises and maybe connect with others who were into that kind of thing. to his surprise, he had accumulated followers quickly.

a lot of followers quickly. oikawa called it his thirst trap account. hajime argued that he was just jealous because his beach volleyball videos hadn’t taken off yet.

he taps into his second profile, sliding open the camera function for you and giving you the phone back.

“good?”

“good,” you say, stepping into his space, over the forgotten bar, and for a second there’s nothing but light shared between the two of you, looking into each other’s eyes with pure fondness. then your lips curl into a coy smile and you put the hand not holding the phone on his chest and squeeze.

his pecs jump in surprise. you take the photo.

“thanks,” you say, letting go of him, but not stepping back. his skin burns where you touched him. he’s sure he’s gone deaf from the ringing in his ears. oikawa could be dead from shock behind him and he wouldn’t know. “my mom said you should come over for dinner later. she’s making adobo. see you then?”

“yeah,” he manages, “but tell her we’re going out for dinner friday. reservation’s at seven.”

“is it?” you eye him appraisingly. he pauses, glancing away from you to hit post on the photo. your phone lights up with a notification.

“it will be,” he promises, and reaches out to catch your chin in his hand, tilting your face back to him. “see you then.”

[slutfactory]

I couldn't stop thinking about Matsukawa, so here's a thirst. Saw that your thirsts were open, lol. Also sorry if my English is bad 🤭

Okay, so timeskip!Matsukawa is a well known S&M streamer, and he approaches the unsuspecting reader in a bar he frequents. Why? Because he's looking for a new sub after yet another one quit without so much as warning. For about three streams, he's been doing chit chat streams. By now, his audience has probably gotten tired of it.

Cut to Issei bringing reader to the room he streams in, and reader immediately knows what's going on, because reader was an on and off watcher of his streams. Of course, reader plays along right up until the stream is about to start and quickly turns the tables on him. You put his face mask on to protect his identity and try to keep your face out of frame as much as possible when the stream starts up.

You can't even read the chats because everyone's sending comments, but you get the gist of what they're all saying. Ignoring them, you tell them to sit back and enjoy the show.

YES. why does this suit him so well?

the chat's going crazy and the donations are piling in, yet Issei doesn't notice because he's too focused on trying not to cum. alas, he fails in this and gets his thighs and cock whipped with the same riding crop he would use on all his partners before. he can't do anything but cry out and beg for mercy while you manhandle him in front of what could be tens of thousands of people.

mattsun is honestly surprised that you know how to use most of the toys on him; little does he know, it's all thanks to his teaching. <3

he's so embarrassed, being made to look like a pain slut on camera, but he can't stop himself from moaning and shaking his hips when you spank him when you call him a whore.

imagine if after you're done, he swallows his already shattered pride and asks if you could do this again sometime. though, he says it's for the sake of content, but you know that's not the case.

more of these, pls bats eyelashes

[iwaizumis-bitch]

series masterlist

y/n and friends

FACTS:

iwaizumi has no clue why he has so many followers 😭

he thinks 'damn they wanna buy my workout routine!!' but it's just horny ppl (...)

makki and mattsun live together and go to tokyo university

oikawa lives in argentina!!! but he's very active on his phone and tries to visit at least twice a year.

oikawa = pretty rich boy

iwaizumi is the number one thirst trapper and he doesn't even know it 💀

taglist (open): @atrashsith @fckin-buttered-noodles @woahhajime @fantasycantasy @pocketful-ofdaisies @msbyomimi @akisrandom @katszumi @hoperenae @pelicanpizza @wolffmaiden @bloombb @feiwelinchen @lilactaro @toorusluvr @queen-aria-things @pattys-got-cakes

[mulberrysilk]

matsukawa smut where hes rough asf please please please

you make me vicious

Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader

a/n : Ahhhh I know I haven’t be active recently but I saw this in my asks and began mindlessly writing, and I was surprised everything just flowed out afsgshdj also those three ‘please’s? Mattsun will have you begging him to stop. I fricking’ love Mattsun and his cream puff loving boyfie. Also the title is a lyric from a song by Halestorm, I just thought it suited Mattsun hee hee

cw: hard Dom!Mattsun, pwp, degradation, bondage, size kink, rough sex, spanking, overstimulation, mind break, praise kink, breeding kink, use of vibrator bzzz bzzz

“No, no, no, we’re not done yet,” he tutted, clicking his tongue in disapproval, his thick fingers gripping your chin as your eye lids fluttered, struggling to stay conscious. Your body was limp against the mattress, only your thighs still trembled and twitched as the buzzing of the toy still pressed to your cloth covered core, sent waves of mind fogging pleasure through you.

This was the third (or was it fourth?), orgasm he’s pulled from you, without using his tongue nor cock. You were deprived of it. Your cheeks were stained with tears, your moans and pleas were muffled by his silk tie that he had worn that day to work.

Issei moved the vibrator away from your cunt, a large exhale leaving you as you tried to recover from the way he’s been edging and making you cum for the last hour. He watched as your body curled into itself, arms still tightly bound behind your back as you breathed through the gag while he eyed the soaked cute cotton panties you had worn today.

Without letting you catch your breath, he spread your thighs apart and pressed the pad of his finger against your clit making you whimper and pathetically try to wriggle away from him, still so sensitive.

“You’re so wet. You made a mess all over our bed,” he teased, heat collecting in your cheeks at the truth. Your inner thighs were slick and sticky with your cum, and the fabric of your underwear and the bed were beginning to get cold. He had caused you to make such a mess.

“Mhm..sowwy...”

You muffled your apologies over and over, sobbing as your body was overstimulated and still needy for more. The toy he used couldn’t compare to the way he would have you come undone with his fat cock. You didn’t know if you were crying because it was too utterly much or because you wanted your boyfriend to stretch your clenching walls with his cock. To give the real release he’s made your body crave.

“Are you saying sorry?” Issei raised a brow, thumb caressing the bone of your hip, his other hand on one of your tits, tugging and rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers.

You nodded quickly, begging for mercy with your eyes, the look in them only making Issei enjoy this so much more than he thought he would. “Such a little slut for me aren’t you?” A sharp smack resounded through the room as you yelped into the gag, thighs clenching when he had struck your aching cunt . “I can probably make you cum like this too right?” He slapped your core again, a moan and cry mixing together as you struggled against his leather belt, his words making you shiver with shame and lust.

Mattsun’s touch left you momentarily, only to slip your panties down your legs and discarding them somewhere in the darkened room. Your thighs instinctively moved to close but he slapped them from doing so, your body arching off the bed when he did.

His thumb gently opened the lips of your cunny, to see how pink, swollen and slick you were. Your heart raced in your chest when you saw his tongue dart out to lick his lower lip, hoping he’d use that now instead of that stupid little toy.

You begged him through the gag, your whiny mumbles and pleas easily conveyed to him and you saw his eyes soften for bit. Those same eyes that looked on you with such adoration when you tell him about your day or whenever he comes home.

He undid the gag around your mouth and took your lips in his, not giving you a moment to breathe as he hungrily attacked your mouth with his skilled tongue, your eyes heavy lidded in this drunken like state as you breathed him in.

Mattsun abruptly pulled back, the sweet aura disappearing so suddenly as his lips were curved into a malicious smirk as he ran the silky fabric of his neck tie against your inner thigh.

“You didn’t think I’d go that easy on you ,did you?” He cooed, his tone lacking empathy and warmth. “Only took this off so I can hear you scream.”

“I-Issei,” you stuttered, thighs clenching together in anticipation.

Flipped onto your back, he pushed your head down onto the mattress, a helpless whimper sounding from you as he admired the way his belt bound your wrists.

He brought his palm hard against the flesh of your ass making you shriek and wriggle at the stinging pain. Mattsun growled and took a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back to have your back arch even more, showing him your glistening cunt.

“You’re fucking dripping. I made you cum four times and you’re still fucking greedy for more. Do you want my cock that badly?” He teased, slapping his stiff, hot, length against your pussy, the familiar warmth making you shamelessly inch back to sink him inside of you but he only landed another smack on your rear and tugged at your hair even more. “Greedy little cock slut,” he spat, teasing the head of his cock on your clit.

“Need you inside me please, need your cock, Issei, please, please, fuck me, please,” you babbled, sniffling against the pillow when he left your head drop back into the cushion only to have a steady grip on your hip.

“I like you begging,” he purred, lining himself at your entrance. “Do it again. C’mon. Tell me how much you want me to stuff this slutty pussy with my cock.”

Your walls clenched around nothing, your thighs trembled as you lost all pride, your thoughts only clouded and filled with the need of him inside of you, and being the obedient girl your were, you begged again.

Only this time, you didn’t get to utter more than three words because you were interrupted when he suddenly sheathed himself all the way inside of you in one swift thrust, and didn’t waste time in rearing his hips back to begin pounding into you mercilessly.

“Issei!” You cried out, walls stinging at the sudden intrusion and yet easily welcomed and hugged so snuggly by your velvety walls. Even after all this time, he was still so hard to adjust to.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, rutting into you like a beast in heat, moans and incoherent babbles leaving you as the resounding smacks of his hips against your skin filled the room.

“S’too much—gonna break—Issei!” Your eyes were rolling back at the overwhelming pleasure that consumed you, one that was far more intense than the ones earlier.

“Shut up,” he hissed, accentuating a couple more harder thrusts, brushing against your g-spot over and over. “You wanted this. Now take it.”

Your lower lips were split around his cock and the sight of how you did your best to accommodate his size only spurred him on. His length was completely slick with your arousal that there was glimpses of the sticky trail of essence connected between his skin and yours. ‘God, how he loved you,’ he revelled as he fucked you dumb.

“I’m gonna fill this slutty pussy with my cum,” he declared, hands gripping your hips to pull you back further against him, cock nudging against your cervix. “Stuff you so full, you’ll be leaking for days.”

“Issei, Issei—so deep, s-so g-good, too much,” you panted against the sheets, so conflicted between how overwhelming and exciting his harshness was, and the delicious glide of his cock against your walls. “Cum inside me, please, fill me up with your cum, Issei. Please!” Your words left you without thought. Your toes curled and you whined as he pounded into you, the squelching wet sounds of your cunt and his feral grunts floating into one ear and out the other.

“Of course you’d want that. Fucking. Cum. Slut.” He scoffed, accentuating his thrust with each word. “Such a good fucking whore for me. Gonna let me breed you huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babbled, the coil inside of you wound up so tightly, ready to burst.

“Go on then, cum,” he hummed, groaning as your walls began to squeeze his cock even tighter. “Fuck.” Issei was gonna lose it, your were sucking him in, your walls vice like grip making his thrusts stutter in its fast rhythmic pace. He was close too but not like you were, you were just letting him use you like you were a doll, and most nights, you were his cute little doll. His princess. But could you really blame him from wanting to be mean to his spoiled, tooth rotting sweet, girlfriend?

His hand snaked it’s way around you, travelling south to your puffy clit, rubbing fast tight circles on the swollen nub, the pressure in your core increasing a thousand fold.

“Issei!” You cried out one last time as your body convulsed, walls clamping around him so tightly Issei struggled to pull back and keep thrusting. White enveloped your vision as your orgasm ripped through your body, your release like coming for a breath of air from being under water and the tingling waves of pleasure like the comforting warmth of the morning sun.

You were so caught up in your orgasm, you hadn’t realised Mattsun had stopped moving and had released your wrists from its binds.

He repositioned you onto your back and captured your lips in a kiss, slipping back into your spasming cunt, fucking you just as hard and beginning to chase his release but this time, instead of harsh filthy words spewing from his lips, sweet praises filled your ears.

“Good girl, so fucking perfect for me aren’t you? You did so well, baby,” he rasped in between kisses, soft moans still spilling from your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Fuck—so fucking, perfect,” he grunted, his last final thrusts becoming shallow before he spilled inside of you.

The warmth of his hot cum filling up your womb and spilling out your cunt made you exhale in bliss. Something about it and knowing it was Issei, was comforting and made your heart swell with more love for him. Your legs wrapped around his waist savouring how deep and warm he was inside of you, burying your nose into the crook of his neck as he gently rode out his high.

But once again, such a sweet moment didn’t last long. It wouldn’t. Not when Mattsun was in this mood.

He untangled himself from you to walk over across the room and your limbs fell limp against the mattress, you breathing heavy and mind still dizzy from all that’s happened. Your eyes began to shut from exhaustion but he tugged at your ankles, pulling you till your legs hung off the edge of the bed, your abused hole contracting as the excess of his cum spilled.

“Issei?” You weakly murmured, eyes squinting to make out his long broad frame and his cock still hard and erect against his abdomen. He took a long drag of his cigarette, the rush of nicotine making him hum before he took a good look at your fucked out state.

With the lit cigarette between his lips, his hands hooked themselves beneath your knees and pushed them up to you chest, exposing your cum stained cunt to his predatory gaze.

Your body shivered when you felt the heavy weight of his shaft against your folds once more, your clit pulsating hard from oversensitivity, you couldn’t help but wince and look up at with him with wide doe eyes.

“What?” He raised a brow, his voice deep and huskier with smoke that began to waft through the air. “I told you I was going to breed this pretty little cunt,” he grinned, caressing your lower belly where your womb would be. “I’m far from finished with you.”

[strawberriebunn]

hi bunn i hope you're doing good! what are your thoughts on possesive!issei? like you guys are at a seijoh reunion but for some reason you're laughing and smiling a bit too much and standing a bit too close to his former teammates?

I’m doing ok!! Thanks you!!

fem reader, jealous sex,

Issei who can act two ways when he gets possessive and jealous.

But theres always one way you like the most.

Possessive!Issei who loves when you start smiling and laughing at his friends jokes, he knows you wish that he would just immediately drag you home and fuck you till you shake. But he doesn't, he can't let you have that satisfaction, now can he?

Possessive!Issei who waits until you calm down and then whispers in your ear, "Oh you think that's funny? Just wait until we get home babe." which causes your breath to hitch and your legs to clench. You're also notably quieter the rest of that night.

Possessive!Issei who once he gets you back home, has you bent over every surface of your place, with his hand in the small of your back just to get you into that arch just right. The slaps filling the room sounding more and more lewdly and wet as your cream yourself all over his cock.

Possessive!Issei who has you babbling out apologies before he even says anything, and he smirks cause he knows that you were doing it on purpose, trying to rile him up, how you wanted to get fucked senseless. He chuckles when you start begging for him to go easier on you, cause you "can't take it- can't take it 'ssei!!"

Possessive!Issei who just laughs and tells you that you should have thought of that when you were too busy laughing at Oikawa's stories from Argentina, and how you were staring at Iwa's arms a little too hard. And don't even get him started on the whispering between you and Makki.

Possessive!Issei who simply tells you that it's ok, you'll learn, he'll be happy to remind you anytime who you belong to.

[elysianslove]

mattsun makes you apologize to him after you make a mess of his arm and the bed when he’s fingering you into your 5th overstimulated orgasm 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 and then he makes you thank him for making you feel so good 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

-🐰

HELP. HELP. HELP. sobbing n cryin rn

pretty and pliant —

word count; 1.0k

content warning; overstimulation, squirting, pussy slapping, degradation, hint of praise

maybe he’s a little deranged for this, but issei finds you so fucking beautiful like this— with your lower lip quivering, your thighs tense and trembling, your chest heaving as salty tears fall from your hazy eyes. your hair’s a mess, your face is a mess, you’re a mess. he supposes it’s his fault, but there’s a twisted part of him that revels in the way you apologize for the mess you’re making. he’s not even attempting to keep your legs open, with his free hand resting upon the mattress. clamping your legs close won‘t work at driving his fingers away and out of you, he just continues to fuck you, no matter how difficult you try to make it for him.

two of his digits are knuckle deep inside of you, rough and harsh as they prod at the spot within you and as they thrust quick inside your spongy walls. the bed beneath you is damp, rightfully so, completely soaked through, and your thighs and ass are just as drenched, sticky and wet from your cum.

issei hovers by your legs, watching with a mischievous grin as you sob, thrashing beneath his hold and twisting your hips away. his fingers follow you, not letting up as they fuck harder into you, even when your legs lift up and shut close, toes curling in the air.

“is—issei— n-no, issei—“ you brokenly moan, hands gripping at the pillow above you so hard it hurts.

“shut up,” he interrupts, dragging his fingers out of you. sloppily, his wet fingers land to your pussy, slapping harshly against your clit and you squeal, legs falling open and back arching. with you spread for him again, his fingers dip to your fluttering and abused hole once more, and he slips one finger inside, amused with the way your body twitches and your legs tense in an attempt to keep them open. “you think you have any right to speak?”

a small whimper tumbles from your lips, dissolving into a broken sob, and weakly, you shake your head.

his finger slips out once more, and he lands another slap against your pussy. your hips jump at the contact and your sobs deepen, your head shaking more harshly.

“yeah, definitely not,” he agrees, tapping your clit lightly. “not after the mess you’ve made.”

he’s right, you suppose. you haven’t just drenched the bed and made a mess of yourself, but of him too. his entire forearm glistens with the evidence of you, and his hand is so soaked that when he pulls back from your cunt, strings of cum attach him to you. realistically, you know he loves it. he’s obsessed with it even, the way your cunt sprays and squirts so messily and sloppily that he’s covered in it. if anything, he’s the one that makes it worse, hand rubbing harshly against your cunt whenever you squirt so that it truly gets everywhere. but your brain’s a little fuzzy right now, and all you can think about is how disobedient you must be.

another whimper, another full body tremble, another slap to your clit.

“i’m— m’s— sorry! sorry— m’sorry,” you beg, crying as your body jerks with every slap against your cunt. his hand lands one, two, three smacks before he rubs your clit softly, dragging his fingers against your folds before landing one, two, three more smacks. it doesn’t really hurt, you’re just so fucking sensitive. “i’m sorry! ‘m so sorry. so sorry—“

fuck, issei thinks, it’s like you know no other words.

his hand ends its relentless slapping against your throbbing clit, and you’re breathless by the time his ministrations end, whether from your endless sobbing and crying or from his actions he’s not sure. he has a feeling it’s a little bit of both. by the time you’re hiccuping, still babbling and mumbling your apologies, issei’s fingers find your hole again. you twitch and clench tightly around him, pussy fluttering in a way that it’s not sure whether it needs him deeper or out. he sinks his fingers further inside you anyways.

“you’ll cum again for me, ‘kay?” he asks, but he doesn’t really care for your answer. his thumb is already rubbing at your clit and his fingers are already speeding up. your head begins to shake again and your legs bend at the knees, eyes screwing shut as you arch your back. “don’t care,” he responds to your reaction, arm bulging and muscles tensing with the effort of fingering you. “you’ll cum again,” he repeats, reinforces with the deep twist of his fingers until you’re pliant just the way you were at the beginning, till your hips are rolling in time with his thrusts and till you’re close again.

“‘sei,” you manage to mewl out, almost as if you’re warning him and — holy shit, he thinks you are warning him. m’gonna cum, you read, like you’re letting him know you’re going to make a mess and please don’t be mad at me, ‘sei.

“c’mon, pretty,” he encourages, leaning forward to press his palm instead of just his thumb against your clit. you stare up at him with so much lust and want and need, so desperately, with your watery eyes and pouty lips and your furrowed brows. he smiles softly down at you, lowering himself closer to you until you’re almost chest to chest, before he whispers, “show me how good you are f’r me.”

and it’s all you need, breath hitching and mouth falling open as your hands reach out for him, nails digging into his biceps as you cum. your body shakes in its place, no energy left within you to thrash around as much as before. eyes rolling back and little pants and gasps tumbling out of your lips, you ride out your high on issei’s fingers, small spurts of cum squirting on his palm.

still trembling a little, but inevitably reaching the end, you finally have it in you to say, “thank you,” in a small, raspy voice, so small that issei barely catches it. but then you say it again as his fingers slow down, as his other hand begins to caress and knead at your waist and hips. “thank you, ‘sei, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you chant, and it’s his turn to feel a little dazed.

and then he thinks, good. you don’t need to know any other words ‘sides sorry and thank you anyways.

i haven’t written in a little while so i’m sorry if this isn’t the best hbejdnd i tried my best for issei!!!

[atsumwah]

includes : making out, issei being shirtless, issei being a tease, not really nsfw but um minors can look away

thinking about late night makeouts with issei— where its dark and you can't really see a thing but that doesn't stop you from straddling him on the couch, lips locking in a slow sensual kiss. he's shirtless and you're wearing one of his old jersey with a pair of shorts and even though it's freezing, neither of you care because the more you sought for each other's lips, the hotter you both became. especially when his fingers slowly grazed your exposed thighs to settle on your hips and your palm sliding up his neck to pull him closer even though you physically can't anymore. and when you pull away to look at him, you had to admit the sight of your flushed boyfriend has got to be something that's forever going to be engraved in your head because damn he's hot. and when he notices you staring at him, that goddamn smirk makes it way to his face and it makes you frustrated because how can one person be so good looking and such a tease at the same time. it was unfair. and he knows it by the way he trails his kisses down your neck and your collarbone, making you shiver and lean into his touch more. he's such a tease with the way he takes his time with you, marking you the way he seems fit and honestly you have nothing to complain for when it feels that good. and being in a relationship with him has taught you that two can play at this game so in return you slowly run your hands up his abs and move your hips against him, a move you know makes his breath hitch and you couldn't help but feel triumphant when he pulls away to stop you from moving so much. 

"you're gonna be the death of me," he whispers against your lips, his thumbs inching their way under your shirt, "what am i gonna do with you, hmm," and you replied with a giggle before capturing his lips again, "just finish what you started, sei." and honestly how can he refuse you?

[sems-diarie]

Omgomgomg—

Issei who calls you bunny because your clit twitches like a bunny’s nose when you’re real horny 😭

🥺🥺🥺 no stop. says he’s g’na breed u like a bunny since your lil clit wants to act like one ☹️

[heartkiyoomi]

🌷 — high sex: matsukawa issei

includes: i. matsukawa

genre: smut

warnings: f!reader, use of the devil’s lettuce, grinding, dirty talk, squirting, fingering, pussy slaps <3, thumb sucking, mentions of spitting, titty sucking, lmk if I missed anything!!

*minors and ageless blogs go away or else you’ll catch these hands*

main masterlist aoba johsai masterlist

“issei, you’re hogging.”

“am not.”

“are too.”

“am not.”

“matsukawa issei, give me the damn joint.”

“geez fine. you’re so needy,” he passed the joint to you, careful not to accidentally drop it and burn your bedroom carpet.

“and you’re rude,” you snipped, your mind feeling hazy and light as you placed the joint between your lips and took a long drag.

you could feel him staring at you, eyeing the way the smoke blew out of your glossy lips, the way it swirled into the room that was already on its way to being a hotbox. it made you feel small, the way his lazy, intimidating gaze always seemed to fall on you. you didn’t know how to feel or act around him sometimes, especially whenever you guys would have your little smoke sessions. your heart would start giving you strong palpitations where you swore he could hear it too, your hands would become shaky, your thighs clenching, your panties getting wet-

you were snapped out of your own trance when you felt him snatch the joint out of your fingers, finishing what was left of it. you sat there in mock shock, giving him the poutiest glare that he swore he would’ve kissed right off your face if you let him.

“got a staring problem sweetheart?” he teased, tilting his head cutely, his thick curls bouncing along with the movement.

you narrowed your eyes at him, “remind me why i’m friends with you again?”

he let out a light chuckle, scooting closer to you to where you could smell his minty breath mixed with the weed. as cliché as it is to say it, he was intoxicating. you felt his warm fingertip start sliding up and down your thigh, his lips going to hover over yours.

“i-issei,” you whispered, your lips brushing over his.

“you wanna know why i’m friends with you?” he asked.

you gulped, trying to decide whether or not he was being serious. “because i got good weed?”

he let out a loud laugh at that, his body shaking with yours and his breath fanning across your face. his grip on you tightened suddenly, pulling you onto his lap where your cunt sat all nice and pretty atop his clothed cock. you let out a gasp as you took in the size of it, pussy throbbing at the possible opportunity of having that inside you.

his large palms came up to cup your face, forcing your gaze to his. his thumb came to brush over your bottom lip, pulling it down a little before slowly sliding it into your mouth.

“it’s because i know you’ve got the prettiest cunt there is. always giving me peaks of it when you bend over in those pretty skirts you wear,” he said, a dull throb settling between your legs.

you don’t know what switched in him or you, whether it be the newfound confidence from the weed or the dam of oblivious mutual pining finally breaking, all you know is that want him to absolutely ravage you.

your hips started a slow grind, your pretty mouth sucking and your tongue twirling around his thumb. his other hand moved down to your hips, guiding you along his cock. you let out a whimper as the fabric of your underwear dragged along your clit just right, sending a shock down your spine.

“fuck, i bet you’re getting so wet for me. can feel you through my jeans sweetheart,” you hated how right he was, your slick sticking to your thighs and soaking through your underwear and onto his bulge.

“issei… want you to touch me,” you mumbled around his thumb with your bloodshot eyes pleading into his.

“i am baby, use your words and tell me what you really want,” he pushed his thumb closer to the back of your throat, his cock throbbing at the choking sound you made.

he pulled his thumb out of your mouth to let you speak, a thin string of saliva connecting his thumb and your lips. “want you to fuck me, spit on me, fuck- do whatever you want, want you.”

he smiled at you like you just walked into his trap, your hands wrapping around his neck when he suddenly stood up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. you could still feel him in this position, even as he walked the way to your bedroom.

he dropped you onto the bed, your body bouncing slightly as he threw his shirt across the room, pouncing on you not even a second later. your hands started roaming his large frame, moving from his big arms to his broad chest, scratching your nails lightly against his soft skin just to tease him.

it was no surprise that issei’s extremely attractive. everything about him and everything he does is just so…hot. the way he smokes a joint, the way he grips the steering wheel, the way his eyes crinkle whenever you show him a dumb meme, the way he stares at you like he’s gonna eat you right up.

you soon felt warm hands start pulling at your clothing, tugging your shirt over your head, letting out a low whistle when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. large palms cupped each one, his thumbs twirling over your peaked nipples.

“pretty tits for a pretty girl,” he winked, your back arching when you felt his mouth suddenly latch onto one, keeping his other hand pinching and twirling your other nipple.

you bucked your hips against his, the small amount of friction making you whimper. the feeling of his hot tongue circling your bud sent you into euphoria, your senses heightened from the remaining high taking over you. your hands were all over him, running through his thick curls, grasping his biceps.

you let out a huff when he pulled away from your tits, only to be replaced by a gasp when he tugged off your bottoms along with your soaked panties. he quickly stopped your motion to close your thighs, heat crawling across your cheeks at how embarrassingly wet you were from just a little foreplay.

“tsk, don’t be rude. open up baby,” he pushed your legs out as far as they could go, groaning at the way your pretty cunt lips spread, clenching around nothing. you squirmed under his gaze, whining for him to do something, anything,

“issei, stop staring,” you brought an arm to cover your eyes.

“but you look so pretty all spread out for me,” he teased, running a finger through your slippery pussy, “so wet for me too. did me playing with your tits turn you on that much?”

you nodded your head quickly, but that wasn’t what he wanted. he used the hand that was rubbing against your cunt to squish your cheeks together, “use your words baby, or else i’ll be the only one cumming tonight.”

“yes it turned me on,” you said, your voice slightly garbled by how tight he was gripping your face.

“atta girl,” his voice suddenly sounded deeper, almost hungrier, while you felt two thick fingers prod your cute little hole. you were about to chastise him for teasing you again but you quickly ate your words as he pushed into you. you let out a choked gasp, eyes squeezing shut when he’d found your sweet spot.

“oh!! ‘sei, ‘sei don’t stop,” your back arched deeper when he started using his other hand to rub your hardened little bud.

“fuckkk,” he groaned when you clenched impossibly tighter against his fingers, his hips digging into the mattress as an attempt to relieve the throbbing of his hard cock. you looked so beautiful like this, with your head thrown back in bliss, hands trying to find purchase anywhere in order to keep you grounded from the immense pleasure your receiving.

“fuck yeah baby, squeezin’ so tight around me, so fuckin’ pretty,” you whimpered at his words, the warmth that was once only settled in your tummy starting to spread throughout your body. you were getting close.

“hngh, fuck issei- pleaseplease, gonna cum!!” your hands flew down to his wrist when he started thrusting incredibly fast into your drooling cunt, wet sounds and smacks filling the hot bedroom.

“c’mon pretty, make a mess around me. so good for me, doing so good for me. cum f’me baby, oh shit-“ he let out a gasp when your poor cunt started spraying around his hands, keeping the same animalistic pace as you drenched the sheets.

issei almost came untouched, he’d never have someone squirt for him so quickly before. he worked you through your high so easily, finally slowing down and giving your clit a few tiny slaps to make sure he really fucked you good. you kept your eyes closed, chest heaving up and down from the mind-blowing orgasm, until they shot open at the sound of a belt unbuckling.

you looked down to see his monster cock, large hands pulling you towards him. he positioned his leaky tip against your dripping pussy, grinning at the sight of it clenching around nothing.

“i’m not done with you yet pretty, we’re just getting started.”

a/n: I FINALLY FINISHED IT PLS BE PROUD OF ME <//3 also i wanna get high with issei ugh and not proofread lolz

reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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[sluttysei]

% — SQUIRTING ON HAIKYUU BOYS

— with :: iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, bokuto kōtarō, suna rintarō, matsukawa issei

— cw :: fem!reader, squirting, daddy usage, breeding, onigiri miya sex with samu ( because I would like him to throw me over the counter), overstimulation, consensual somnophilia and oral sex with mattsun

— note :: I wrote this as someone who squirts too easily for their liking </3 sometimes I think if I'm broken

√ IWAIZUMI got you bouncing on his cock the moment he stepped into the house, he was painfully hard all day long and your panties were soaking wet at the thought of your day coming home; he didn't bother to take out your shirt nor panties, just slipping his hrs shaft into your gummy walls that gladly took him in “hajime im– ah- ‘m gonna make a mess” how could he stop when you were panting above him in such a cute manner? “go ahead, princess- nghhh, fuck so tight” his words of affirmation were the last straw, cum splashing all over his thighs and balls “now—” he pinned you down to the couch with his big hands resting on your hips “let me breed my cunt”

√ OSAMU new you wanted this, he saw you enter the gates of the shop with a painfully short, pink skirt and it was no surprise when your napkin fell to the floor and he got a full display of your wet pussy begging him to do something “ya– nghhh, fuck– ya really wanted this, right?” he fucked you so dumb that the words got stuck in your head, too lost in the pleasure of your nipples brushing over the cold counter, his cock hitting the spot that made you see starts and his hand circling your clit “samu, samu! ah, fuck! I'm gonna cum—gonnacumgonnacum-” and you repeated as a mantra until you were soaking all over the floor, creaming and gushing on his dick “and who let ya cum? who gave ya permission to make this mess?” osamu had plans for you and they were barely starting

√ BOKUTO always made you squirt, he thought that was the female orgasm, even if his cock was angry red and overstimulated with the amount of times he breed your pussy, the sticky white cum was coming off your tiny hole, he needed to make you cum ‘properly’ before thinking of stopping “k-kou I can't anymore! ‘s too much! too much!” you were asking him to stop but your mind couldn't bare the thought of not cumming, it was right there, the orgasm was on the tip of your tongue and— “good puppy! I knew you could- nghhhh, look at how pretty you look making a mess for me baby” and you were so proud of yourself for making him feel like that, blissfully smile with half lifted eyes “yes kou, ‘m good for you! only you!”

√ SUNA favorite position is cowgirl, sometime reverse cowgirl too but he loves to suck on those tits while you're too busy bouncing up and down and grinding on his long shaft “i wonder what happens if I touch here” he pinched your clit between his fingers and started tracing slow circles, with how loud was the scream you left out, you were sure the neighbors would complain next morning but you couldn't seem to care when he was making you feel over heaven “rin-rinnie! if you keep going ‘m gonna make a mess! big mess rin– oh god” the slight curve of his dick hitting your g-spot the perfect way and in the matter of second you were gushing, almost passing out on his, both his abdomen and the sheets wet in cum “okay pretty, I think is enough for you tonight”

√ ISSEI loves to make you gush when he has the time, the usual quick fuck don't let him worship you the way you deserve, he was gonna make up for the lost time this sunday morning remembering how you asked him to wake you up with a good oral one day “morning, pretty” he told you when you started moving around the bed, his head has been between your thighs for a good ten minutes by now “ah!- ‘sei, keep going” what woke you up wasn't the slight suck on your clit but the sudden tension on your abdomen that was about to snap, his finger were hitting the right spots inside your warms wall “issei I'm gonna squirt if you keep like that” you warned him with one hand over his curly hairs, pushing further his face in your folds “go ahead, make a pretty mess over daddy's face” you had no choice but to let your orgasm hit, his face now wet with drool and your juices “indeed a good morning, love”

[thotthumb]

Thinking about cockwarming Issei but he just keeps. Fucking. Moving. And he knows what he’s doing, he’s not dumb. He knows moving around is making his huge dick rub and prod at every sensitive spot inside your tight hole. He knows that he’s slowly pushing you towards an orgasm by the way your whimpering. And he has the audacity to pull you closer by the hips as he whispers in your ear ‘Don’t you dare cum’

[geronimowrites]

Mattsukawa making you squat over his hard cock as he teases your entrance, always avoiding your hole with every bend down. Laughs and humiliates you till you just grab it and bounce.

18+ | MDNI | Age in bio or block

He’d think it was adorable how you tried to assert yourself even as his huge cock split you open. Loving the way your face scrunched up at the discomfort of such a wide stretch, finding it cute how you tried to stay firm with him as his cock was bullying its way up into your guts, making your tummy bulge out. You can glare and act tough all you want, but in the end he’s going to have you fucked so stupid that you can’t even remember your own name. He always does <3

[mulberrysilk]

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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Issei being a sugar baby to ME!?!? Had this day dream that I became an art curator (as I'm going for now) and met Issei, had a one night stand and wanted to spoil someone so he fucks ke stupid and I give him ajything he wants

Dilf hunter anon, you’re a menace, AND I LOVE IT!!!

Issei would stroll into your exhibit, because he does like to appreciate art when he can and he’s looking around and such, but he stands out of place , since he’s literally taller than most, so of course you spot him and take an immediate liking to him.

You kinda keep an eye on him, so when he walks up to one of your pieces, you ease up to him and begin explaining it and and giving insight, you’re surprised that he’s asking questions of his own and giving feedback, so you give him your number and tell him to call you if he needs some more artistic insight.

Well the first time he contacts you, you invite him over to your penthouse, where you have dinner and wine, and talk amongst yourselves, well that is until you lean in and kiss him.

Which leads to you being impaled on his thick cock for many many hours into the night, he has you face down ass in the air so he can make sure his hips hit the backs of your thighs. He has you in a mating press, even if he’s wearing a condom, your cute cunny seems to clench even harder when he talks about cumming deep inside you. And he ends with you riding him, he claims so you can go at your own pace since you’re tired, that doesn’t stop him from thrusting up when you’re sinking down occasionally. What can he say, he loves the way you cry and cream on his cock.

You wake up the next morning to him making you breakfast, and he’s laid out clothes for you to change into, and your minds made up, you have to have him! So you propose your proposal and he immediately accepts, he thinks you’re stunning, and intellectual, he gets to fuck you silly on his cock, and he gets paid? He’d have to be stupid to decline.