#tw.netotare

[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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