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¤ę¨ď¸ sleeping beauty - souya kawata
âYouâre so cute even when youâre asleep . . . Makes me wanna wake you up with my cock inside of you and see what youâll try to do about it.â
in which.. youâve been invited over for dinner by your long-time friend!souya. Itâs been a while - the last you remember of him are memories from high school. Heâs always been a quiet guy and, although some are a little intimidated by him, heâs really nothing short of sweet. However, Souya himself canât deny the fantasies he keeps hidden and, unfortunately for you, youâre in the perfect position for him to really act on them.
souya kawata x fem reader, 7493 words
warning: dark content not fit for all. i do not condone any actions written in real life. please block me if you dislike my work and feel uncomfortable! from this point on, you are responsible for what you read.
tags: noncon, ârapeâ mention once, somnophilia, sub!reader, switchy souya (subby personality, dominant in bed), soft dom while doing hard dom things, obsession, fingering, cunnilingus, baby-trapping, creampie, fluff to smut, betrayal, L-bombs, souyaâs a perv and lowkey a little insane, manipulation if you squint, souya has a big dick
enjoy! i started writing this one literally years ago, so itâll sound a bit formal at the start but please bare with me.. also, i wrote in third tense rather than second back then, and i was in too deep to swap âherâ to âyouâ.. my dearest apologies..
The cacophony of sounds in the supermarket made for the perfect white noise; carts with varying fullness buckled over subtle cracks in the cream-coloured tiles and the rhythmic beeping of items being scanned across multiple tills sounded in a homophonic melody. It was only a little over midday on a Saturday, but the clouds took on a greyer tint, the cool, autumn wind blowing over the reddened trees and freshly-cut bushes that adorned the shop outside.
Reader pushed a half-full cart, her shoes clacking with each slow step as a song blasted through her headphones. The lyrics told a tale of heartbreak, to which she sang along beneath her breath despite being in such a pleasant mood. She reached out for a carton of orange juice, turning it in her hands with a passing glance before placing it beside the milk sheâd previously picked up.
Now was the perfect time to start thinking of what to cook for dinner later that day. As she tutted her tongue gently, she was reminded of her recent cravings for something warm and hearty - maybe a stew or soup? Sheâd need some greens for that, so she left the drinks aisle and made her way over to the vegetable section.
It was there that she spotted a head of curly, baby-blue hair, her eyebrows raising before she did a double take. That build, she recognised it from somewhere: slender, tall yet not tall enough, toned arms and defined, sharp shoulders. He was wearing a long-sleeved, black shirt with a V-shaped neckline and some baggy black sweatpants, a simple outfit for running a simple errand.
Only when he turned around, and her gaze landed on his intimidating scowl, did her eyes widen with a glint of shock and excitement. It was her old friend, Souya Kawata.
Souya and Reader had a comical dynamic; whilst she was such a friendly, bubbly personality, he held a quieter, more reserved demeanour. Like the sun and the moon, the two served as polar opposites - cat and dog, talker and listener, night and day. Upon first glance to many, they wouldnât seem like a pair due to their stark differences but, with further inspection, they seemed ideal for friendship.
Although they werenât exactly best friends, the duo hung out often within school hours during their younger days; it mostly consisted of Reader either sleeping or blabbering about whatever topics came to her mind while Souya completed some homework or just stared. Heâd do that often, sit and stare while she did things, and heâd give the occasional nod to assure her that he was still conscious and listening.
Regardless of if he gave a signal or not, she always knew he was. Souya was just that kind of person. The kind that initially seemed scary (especially considering his gang affiliation) but, with time, proved to be nothing short of sweet and caring. Not to mention how his gentlemanly way of life only made him appear more handsome than he already was.
He had the longest, curliest lashes which, despite not matching the azure of his voluminous head of hair, still looked so pretty over his big eyes of the same colour. His nose bridge was curved and his rosy lips were so full and soft. His two silver earrings in his right ear were alluring too; Readerâs eyes would often drift to them as if he was a siren of some sort. Additionally, he always smelled fresh; he had a signature scent akin to clean laundry and baby powder. Reader used to always lean in close just to catch a whiff, and his blood would rush to his cheeks in return.
Without wasting another second, she trudged her heavy cart over to him, just hoping that heâd remember her as fondly as she did him. âSouya, is that you?â She mused softly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as she tilted her head some.
Almost immediately, his head shot up and Reader couldnât tell if it was from the fact that someone had said his name, or the fact that it was her voice that called out to him so sweetly. His already big eyes widened further, pouty lips parting in a near-silent gasp. âReader?â He responded, and it was enough for her to know heâd remembered her too.
With a bright grin, Reader stepped towards him with open arms, which he happily received despite the shy expression adorning his face. âHowâve you been?â Her arms wrapped around his neck, body warm against his as she took in his powdery scent once more, while his own hands rested on her upper back.
He wished, though, that he could slide his hands lower and cling to her waist - maybe even pull her in by the hips. It was hard to remain grounded when his heart was racing in his chest at such disbelief of his luck; heâd met just the person heâd been wanting to reunite with for ages now. The memories were flooding back in. The way that heâd shiver each time sheâd hug him, just barely able to conceal the way his body would react to having hers pressed against him.
And if he dived deeper into the depths of his mind, which were in a permanent state of obsession, heâd have no choice but to admit that heâd made an effort to stay in touch with Reader these past three years in hopes of one day seeing her like that again: Bimonthly greetings, consistent likings of her social media posts, the occasional drive by her house. Heâd been waiting for this very moment for ages now, but the fact that it had occurred when he was unprepared did tick him off a little. âFuck..â He cursed the universe in an airy murmur, unconsciously leaning down some to sniff the cocoa scented lotion at her neck.
His paradisiacal reverie down memory lane was cut short as quickly as it started when Reader pulled away from the hug, but that didnât stop his breathing from growing husky. âGood- good, and you?â He stammered, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly into the soft, shy smile back to her that he could no longer hold back. âI didnât expect to bump into you here.â
âYeah, I was just picking up something for dinner tonight,â She flicked her wrist in the direction of her cart, motioning as she spoke. Then, that familiar, teasing smirk spread on her lips as she raised her eyebrow, eyeing his own cart of shopping. âIâm guessing you finally learned how to cook, huh?â
Souya glanced at his ingredients before looking back at her and crossing his arms over his chest. âYouâre still bullying me for that?â He tutted with that blush still painting his cheeks pink, and it only made her giggle further.
âI told you, Iâll never let you live that down,â She brought her hand up to her mouth as she laughed, and Souya couldnât help but admire the unconscious habit. âI donât see how you could burn pasta, Sou.â That nickname - it was a simple one, but only sheâd ever called him that whilst everyone else called him Angry. His body seemed to like that.
He just couldnât pass up this opportunity to spend another day with her, and his next words escaped his lips before he could even think about them. âWell Iâm better now, and I can prove it too.â He objected, some lighthearted challenge behind his low, forever-gentle voice. âHow about I make you dinner tonight?â
That was how Reader ended up walking down the city street later that afternoon, her thin scarf blowing in the wind behind her, her phone in hand and an umbrella above her head. She clutched her jacket closer to herself as the autumn breeze was practically lifting her, and she could take no more. In her head, she berated herself for not thinking to bring a thicker coat, but it was the price to be paid when fashion was the priority. Besides, there was no way in hell that sheâd ever show up in front of Souya without dolling herself up.
Souya had moved houses since she last hung out with him all those years ago, so she had no choice but to follow the confusing directions that her map app had given her. Fortunately for her, it wasnât long before she arrived at a tall, grey building surrounded by a spiked, black gate. She pushed past it, ignoring the slight scrape of cracking paint on her hands, and made her way to the buildingâs door. Checking her phone once more, she pressed â77â into the entryway call box and waited patiently to be permitted entry.
The speaker crackled, some fidgeting sounds emitting. âSouya?â She called before it beeped twice with no response. âSomeoneâs eager..â She whispered to herself as she pushed the heavy door and entered. Inside, the underlying scent of the white wallsâ fresh paint job and petrichor wafted in the air - an unusual yet pleasant smell. As she wiped her feet on the carpet, she placed her umbrella into the stand beside her before making her way up the stairs to her left.
She reached his apartment door, albeit a little out of breath, and knocked on the door. Some shuffling, and a couple stomps, followed by the sound of unlocking. Then, the door swung open, revealing Souya in a white tee this time, some grey sweats and a pair of socks that didnât match, but were close enough. âYou made it,â He acknowledged softly as he gave a rare, bashful smile, his pretty eyes squinting slightly, and stepped aside for her.
âI made it,â Reader mused back with that teasing smile, poking his dimple in his left cheek before slipping her shoes off. âAnd Iâm ready to judge you, Sou.â She followed the delicious scent wafting in from his kitchen. Well, she definitely couldnât deny her anticipation based on the smell alone.
Souya just watched shyly as Reader walked ahead, still buzzed from her simple touch. âWhatever..â He cleared his throat, trailing behind her after a moment. âYouâll have nothing to judge when you taste it, youâll see.â
Soon enough, the pair were stood in Souyaâs cooking space, bantering and catching up on lost time. It all felt so natural, like they had never been apart, and Souya found himself falling deeper and deeper for Reader. Sure, it wasnât like he was able to kid himself in the past in thinking he didnât have a massive crush on her, but getting to be with her now that they were both grown and capable of keeping a relationship sounded like a plan.
Heâd cook for her every day, if that was what she wanted. Clean up after himself too, since he was no bum. Besides, he had his specialty. Filling, aromatic ramen with all the umami anyone could ask for - He and Nahoya had developed the recipe perfectly, maybe one day theyâd open up a shop, or something.
Laughter and chemistry filled the kitchen alongside the delicious fragrance of the cuisine. It was spacious enough for the two of them to hang in there comfortably, but its light grey, tiled walls still forced them closer together. The cupboards were a pretty black wood and were filled to the brim with stainless steels pans, hand-painted bowls and all sorts of high-quality cooking appliances that not everyone had at home - it was obvious that cooking was Souyaâs hobby, even if heâd failed at it before.
Along the wall were his counters, his sink and his stove, all atop more storage cupboards and his oven. It was a modern and pretty area, and it reflected Souyaâs reserved yet detail-oriented character perfectly. It screamed âSouyaâs houseâ.
Even though the weather was cloudy, rain pattering against the windows, the vibe indoors was unmatched - nostalgic and sunny in spirit. âYouâre gonna poison me!â Reader giggled, clutching her chest like a damsel in distress. She loved to tease Souya too much; his reactions were priceless, and his responses were even better. Their dynamic had always been the same, evergreen and never changing.
âI swear, Iâm not! Look, Iâll taste it myself.â Souya picked up a soup spoon, specifically a relatively large one that he usually used to eat dumplings, and gathered a generous amount of broth on it. âSee? Mmm..â He hummed as he took a sip, making a show out of its creamy taste. âNow, you.â
Just as he was about to grab a clean spoon from his cutlery drawer, he felt Readerâs smaller hand clasp over his. He froze, his world pausing despite how hers seemed to keep moving.
She held his spoon with him, leaned in and took a sip to finish the last of the broth left behind in it. Souyaâs eyes latched onto her lips, the lips that were placed right where his had been. They kissed. Indirectly, of course, but.. it was a kiss nonetheless in Souyaâs books.
As quickly as the moment came, it was gone. Reader stood up straight again, genuinely nodding and humming at the taste. âWoah, itâs good!â She praised, looking up at him like a little taste tester of some sorts. âI canât even make fun of this, you did a really good job.â
It was so cute to see her acting like that, and her praise only flustered Souya further. He hoped dearly that she couldnât hear his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to find his words again. âI.. told you.â Was all he could awkwardly blurt out, sounding a bit robotic.
âWhatâs up with that response?â Reader burst out laughing at him, right back to her teases.
âWhat? I just- I told you!â Souya tried to defend himself, even as his cheeks and ears reddened. He brought his hand up to his curly hair and tried to act like he was fluffing it up, but he was really just attempting to hide the evidence of his fluster. God, his body was heating up and he couldnât even hide it well.
Time became otiose when in each otherâs company, so much so that they grew oblivious to how fast it was passing. Even as the sun set and blue hourâs hues coated the sky, all the way until purple turned to pitch black. The bustling city surrounding Souyaâs apartment, which felt like the only place in the world for a moment, fell silent.
Interrupting their loud cackling in the living room, there was a knock on the ceiling, seemingly from the room above Souyaâs. Heâd have been as startled as you were if he didnât already know it was his lousy neighbour telling him to shut up.
âPrick. He always blasts his music anyway, donât know what he wants silence for..â Souya grumbled, glaring holes into the roof. By now though, Reader had glanced through the window and noticed that night fell ages ago.
âMaybe he has a point, Sou..â God, if she stuck around any longer she wouldnât even have a route home. âWhat time is it?â
âMidnight-forty?â Reader repeated, grabbing her phone with haste to check for herself. Scratch that, she already lost her way home. âThe trains!â
âW-What about them?â Clearly Souya was living the good life, because he was actually confused as to why you were freaking out. As a matter of fact, he was conscious of the increasing darkness outside all this time, he just needed more time with you. Call it selfish, but it was all in the name of love to him.
Reader ran a hand down her face, almost feeling burdensome with what she was about to say. âThey donât run at this time, silly.. Iâll have to get a taxi, but I donât know if thereâll be any out at this time.â
For a split second, the corners of Souyaâs mouth threatened to lift before he composed himself. God, he needed some self control, or else heâd make that crush of his way too obvious. âI dunno if you should trust those drivers, theyâre kinda scammy. Plus, at this time? Itâs dangerous.â
âWhy donât you just spend the night here?â Souyaâs voice grew quieter, even as he tried his best to come off as nonchalant while he asked.
Surely she couldnât though, right? On one hand, sheâd only just spoken to him properly today after years of being apart - she wouldnât wanna impose already before she could cement her good impression on him. On the other, they were friends, close friends even, and she was dreading leaving the warmth of his home to go and get stranded in the city streets. Not quite her tempo.
âWould that really be okay?â She asked softly with her hands fidgeting, that rare sheepishness almost making Souyaâs heart burst at the seams. âI donât wanna, like, intrude or anything..â
Souya nodded his head frantically. âMhm, itâs just fine, Iâd love it if you stayed with me,â He didnât even notice the flirty connotations of what heâd said, too dead set on keeping her close. âYou can take my bed, and Iâll take the couch. Promise Iâll be fine right here.â
He in fact would not be fine, and he could already hear his future self cursing him for the chronic back pain heâd brought upon himself, but he didnât care much about that - his future wifeâs comfort was the priority.
âIf you say so,â Reader giggled after a moment of thought, nodding her head and shuffling closer to Souya for a sweet hug. God, his heart raced when she mused a soft and slightly sleepy âThank you, Souâ, shaky hands wrapping around her waist firmly.
âI-Itâs nothing..â He didnât want to let go, not now and not ever, but his body was heating up so much. Heâd been doing somewhat well at keeping it down until he was titillated by her innocent gesture, and he couldnât help it when he just loved her so fucking much.
So much so that the effects of the intimate attack remained, even as he laid on his couch in the dark. The blinds were drawn and windows cracked open, only muffled ambience seeping in. That airflow did nothing to cool him down, and was especially useless for soothing his hard on, and he groaned in frustration.
There was no way he could just leave it like this. He had to get rid of it, as risky as that was - the thought of her catching him still turned on in the morning would be a humiliation ritual, and he couldnât risk that.
So, he turned to his side to grab a couple of tissues from the coffee table, only to notice her phone lying there.
Yeah, it wasnât that important, and if she hadnât noticed it was in the living room by now then she probably didnât have plans of using it tonight anyway, but.. it was his duty to bring it back to her, and he most definitely wasnât doing it as an excuse to see her face again after missing her already.
Souya grabbed the device and slipped from beneath his covers, staring at the front page wallpaper of her pretty face as he made his way over to his own bedroom. He did get a little giddy knowing she was sleeping in his bed, and he hoped that next time it would be with him.
âReader, you up?â He whispered when he reached the door and opened it carefully, glancing around in the dark before his eyes adjusted onto her sleeping figure..
Now, if Souya was a vegetable, heâd be an onion. He had ample layers to himself that required individual peeling. Each slow, suspenseful pull revealed silent secrets and, only upon reaching his core could his deepest, darkest one be found.
It was threatening to announce itself as he stared at Reader laying before him and, in watching her, he found himself back where he was three years ago, in the same circumstance. He could never forget; that was when his perverted attraction to her first began to bloom.
It was a sunny afternoon in April, though it was particularly cool in the shade, right before the final bell would announce the long-awaited end of the school day. They had both been seat mates for the majority of the school year and he was only then growing accustomed to her chatty, bubbly demeanour. Souya, being the reserved guy that he was, never started conversations but always engaged in them in his own gentle way.
There was solely one time that sheâd ever quiet down - during the naps that sheâd become too exhausted to not take every lesson after talking everyoneâs heads off. She would clear her space and grab a pen (to ensure that, upon first glance, any teacher who was none the wiser would assume she was still completing her work) before leaning forwards with her head resting against her desk. Then, sheâd close her eyes with a near-silent sigh, and only a few minutes would pass until she was fast asleep.
Souya had the process branded into his mind, and it was the same every time he entered the classroom. He always found himself drawn to her when she went silent, because he could analyse her - really analyse her. He could see how beautiful she was, her chest rising and falling as she breathed so gently, her hair covering her shoulders as the open window made way for a soft breeze to waft over her. It was only then, however, that he too noticed the clear trail of drool leaking down her puffy lips, and the way her back arched when she sat in such a position, the only position that guaranteed comfortability. With a body like that, whispered a voice in his head, that could move like it was made of nothing but water, it was no wonder she could lay so gracefully over her rough, mahogany desk...
This truth that was revealed to him, a mystery emotion, soon became clear once he felt his pants tighten significantly. His body heated up as he grew too flustered to focus on his classwork, and he couldnât deny the way his cock twitched against its restraints, begging for a taste of freedom by means of any form of stimulation.
His once innocent thoughts morphed into something dirty, and they arrived faster than he could stop them, one after another; he wondered what her gorgeous relaxed expression would look like if it contorted in pleasure, what it would be like to slide his cock into her moist mouth or, if he treaded carefully, to lick down her delicate body and savour the flavours of her skin without waking her up. She had to be releasing something; a pheromone that served as a pervasive aphrodisiac whenever she drifted off into slumber that made him even more of a horny slave to her presence. Souya couldâve sworn that was the case.
He snapped out of it, though there was a smooth transition on his reminiscing of the past into now. There she was, the one who stirred the most taboo of sensations within him, nuzzling peacefully into his bed. The differences between him and some other degenerative, vouyeristic creep halfway across the world were becoming sparse as he kneeled over her, and he couldnât help but cringe at himself. Was he really planning on taking her?
His fantasies declared it unruly to second guess himself the moment his eyes scanned her once more, though. It was something about that nightdress she was wearing - short, pretty and thin with a cream-coloured line of floral lace tracing the entire hem. Her leg was raised against the mattress and, the moment his focus trailed down her body further, he noticed her dress was riding up, teasingly giving him just the slightest view of her plump little ass. He had internally accepted that he was fond of it, though obsessed would be a more fitting word.
âFuck..â Souya sighed, fighting the urge to reach down and get a proper look. He figured the guilt would overwhelm him, but the ache of blood rushing through his cock pleaded needily with him to satisfy it, to set it free from its pain.
A spectator would have found it impossible to miss the way Souyaâs hands trembled as they reached out to that tempting nightdress, so slow that it seemed he believed, if he moved any faster, sheâd awaken and yell at him for being such a dirty, twisted pervert. The fabric rode up just as slowly, but his heart raced at the sight; her round, plush ass, adorned with some simple pink panties that proved to be just as sexy as a full lingerie set when on her.
His cock twitched at the sight, and he had to bite his plump lip to suppress a low groan from the tingle of pleasure that ran up his stomach.
âI-Iâll just look..â Souya whispered to himself, trying to assert himself as boss over the whirlwind of naughty thoughts creating a tempest in his head. Heâd always told himself he had self control. In this case, it was teetering on the brink, but.. if he only observed, would it be as bad? He could embarrass himself tomorrow, do something really stupid and make them even again.
All he wanted was to see her. Just pull those panties down to her mid-thighs, look and not touch. He needed it - needed to see the shape of her lips and her clit and her pretty, leaky hole while he fought the urge to sink his tongue as deep as he could inside of it.
Souya was lost in a trance, so hypnotised by his desires that he was able to ignore the way his hand had traveled down to his sweats. Rubbing at his crotch in anticipation, scratching at the fabric as if he could take no more.
â..Sorry.â The word came out like a gasp of fresh air after holding oneâs breath. He reached beneath his waistband, teasing the shape of his thick cock underneath the fabric cautiously, just incase Reader suddenly sensed his disgusting urges and awoke from her slumber out of nowhere.
When he felt the coast was completely clear, he steadily pulled out his dick, some of his precum swiping against his boxers during the action. His tip had pinkened up as much as his face, so flustered and desperate to be touched. With a soft moan, he wrapped his slender fingers around his shaft and squeezed it tightly, just how he liked it.
He imagined it was Reader touching him up instead - her pretty face was right there, body laying so calmly like she had no idea what was going on. Undeniably, she would never see this coming; hell, Souya had never even made innuendos towards her.
A part of him wanted her to wake up and catch him like this. All he could wonder was what sheâd do - maybe sheâd yell at him, or maybe slap him in the face? No - he really hoped sheâd punish him for being so stupid, or let him get rid of his erection inside of her warm, moist pussy. The thought and thrill of it made him shiver, and he pumped his cock faster.
Souyaâs eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, a stream of groans sounding from him as his fantasies ran wild. Clouded by the tingles rushing to his tip, his free hand reached between her legs and pulled her panties aside in a swift motion. âMm, shit..â He mewled, biting his lip before he could drool at the sight.
It was so pretty, peeking out of the fabric like that. It was winking at him, beckoning him to come in closer.. She was talking to him. Heâd be rude to refuse, no?
With a racing heart, Souya lowered himself onto the bed right between her legs, his head level with her smooth thighs. His mouth watered further seeing that cunt up close, and he couldnât help but lean in and take a whiff. The first was cautious - he held himself up to make sure he wouldnât slip up and let the tip of his nose touch her. After catching wind of her natural scent however, his eyes rolled back and he became a man possessed.
Another moan, and then another, as he inhaled over and over again, getting drunk on the feeling. He huffed her musk, leaning in more and pressing his nose against her lower lips. It was the best his cock had ever felt, and he wasnât even inside of her. His hand couldnât stop stroking - the smell of her sex was too much to handle.
He couldnât take it. He needed to have a taste.
Souya stuck out his wet tongue, panting like a dog and all, and pressed it right against Readerâs unassuming slit. He licked a stripe all the way up to her clit, circling the bundle of nerves and sucking it into his mouth. He moaned into her pussy, getting addicted to her syrup that tasted tenfold better than any psychedelic felt. It must have been sensitive, judging by the way it pebbled up between his lips, and the soft whimper that Reader let out affirmed his hopes.
His long lashes fluttered, eyes staring up at her face as he lapped at her pussy. Her expression was starting to morph, just how heâd always dreamed it would - lips parting in gentle gasps, body shuffling on his bed. A sense of pride washed over him in seeing that pleasure written on her face, and he found himself wanting to see it scrawled all over her body. âIâll please you some more..â He thought to himself, a shaky smile spreading on his juice-coated lips as he brought his hand away from his dick and up to her tight hole instead.
Souya groaned, his gaze glued to Readerâs pussy to watch his finger sink inside that now sloppy snatch slowly. Fuck, the way her hole took it in, her walls clenching around it. âYou can take another one, canât you, baby?â He whispered, pushing another digit in to join the first and reeling at the sound of another moan from his sweet obsession.
His heart was racing, tip aching as his hips bucked against the mattress. In sync, he pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, no longer sure if he was just touching her or prepping her to take his long, thick cock.
Damn it, he wished he could have her all to himself. Wished he could kiss her all over and have those hugs he loved so much daily. Have her near and smell her perfume on his clothes in the closet they shared. It would be so nice if sheâd feed him from the same spoon she licked already all the time. More indirect kisses, and direct ones too. He wanted her there forever, permanently so that he wouldnât have to keep tabs on her and jerk himself off to the thought of her like a freak anymore.
God, he was getting harder. Readerâs body twitched, her gasps and mewls like music to his ears when he curled his fingers inside of her. He wanted to keep them there until they got pruney, make her cum endlessly.
The odds were against him, however, because the pressure in his tummy grew too much to handle. âU-Ungh! Fuck, Reader!â Souyaâs limbs shook, his abs tightening as he came hard all over his own bedcovers. He bit his arm enough to muffle himself, but couldnât completely mask the needy whimpers he let out as he released. âCumming for you, âm cumming for you..â
A light sheen of sweat coated his forehead, his entire body from his toes to his blue-haired head heating up. For a moment, he was able to just bask in the afterglow of his orgasm, let the soft jolts subside into calm shivers.
But, all it took was another look up to realise that, not only had he pathetically creamed all over his own sheets before her, but his cock was still hard.
âStupid..â Souya huffed to himself - he wished he could have been satisfied. Maybe heâd have gotten up and returned to the sofa after cleaning himself and the sheets up the best he could. Reader could wake up the next morning feeling nothing was amiss, and Souya could live with the achievement of having seen, touched, huffed and tasted her sweet cunt - The fact that only he knew that wasnât the point.
Instead? The universe decided to grant him a high libido, so here he was, going full degenerate mode. He had to do it, had to go all out. He was already here, and getting cold feet would only make his neediness grow until it was big enough to fight him too. Then, sheâd really stand no chance. In Souyaâs mind, he needed to squash it while he was still able to do so while holding back some and being nice.
So, he sat up on the bed before crawling over Reader on all fours, taking a moment to admire her and risking becoming painfully hard from that alone. âIâm sorry, I have to..â He whispered, talking her through what he was about to do already.
Itâs okay Sou, I understand. He saw her say back.
âYou do? You know, I love you too much..â The mattress dipped as he got on top of her properly, hands by her neck and knees spreading her own.
Souya leaned in, grabbed the base of his big cock and lined it up at Readerâs tight little hole. From comparison alone, he knew it would be too much. He may have been a shy and relatively pathetic guy, but his sheer size and fighting abilities were enough to shut anyone up.
âAre you ready?â He asked softly, pushing in without awaiting an answer. Readerâs hole resisted some even with all the preparation work Souya had done to avoid waking her up, but he forced his way in further until his flushed tip popped right in. âDonât worry, I-I can make it fit.â He moaned from the feeling, unable to stop his hips from instinctively thrusting forwards and sinking a couple inches deeper.
Finally, he was pushing inside of her, he was stuffing his sweet obsession with his dick that had been begging for her for years. He was making her his, taking her all for himself. The look on her face, the way her eyebrows furrowed and she mumbled incoherent, confused words - it all gave him a twisted sense of fulfilment.
âYouâre all mine, arenât you?â Souya panted, throwing his head back with a deep groan when he bottomed out inside of her completely. Fuck, he was too big for her. He could feel her taut pussy quivering around his thickness, his tip nudging against her helpless cervix as she laid there and squirmed on his cock. Heâd bet sheâd never been impaled like this, never had anything kiss her insides that deep.
His only choice was to start thrusting; his body wouldnât accept anything else. Slowly dragging out as her pussy suctioned on his shaft, then swiftly stuffing it back up with enough force to make her whine.
She was having a wet dream about this, he was sure of it - had to have been feeling the pleasure in her mind and beyond. All he could hope for was that she was dreaming about him, not some other loser who could never love her like he could. âYouâre liking it.. You are, baby, you are..â Souya chanted words to himself as if he was reciting a mantra, like he was hoping heâd jinx it and trap you beneath his spell. âItâs not even rape.. Iâd never do that to you..â
It seemed he was too lost in his desires to realise Readerâs eyes fluttering open, her squirming body shifting about with purpose now. âMm..â Reader whimpered, her hands reaching down to her tummy where she could feel the pressure of something she most definitely didnât fall asleep with. Once her vision had cleared, she could make out the pretty face and head of blue hair above her. In her dazed state, sheâd have thought it was an angel - who knew an angel could do such devilish things. âSouya?â
At the sound of her voice, Souyaâs thrusts froze. His eyes widened, chest heavy as he stared down at Sera. At everything heâd ever wanted. He said nothing and stayed silent, hoping heâd disappear if he remained still. Maybe she would even go back to sleep.
Rather, she did the opposite. The sudden fullness inside of her was overwhelming, and she rubbed her eyes to adjust to the darkness and check what was happening.
Once she caught on, she panicked.
âW-Whatâre you doing?â Reader gasped, writhing beneath Souya despite the whimpers that still being snug to the brim with his cock was causing. âGet off, Souya, stop!â
No, his image was shattering. Heâd spent years building it up, years presenting himself to her as kind, reliable Souya who she could even sleep in the same house as with no trouble at all. He was meant to be Souya, her husband, but he was working on that and it would all be ruined. Even then, heâd never forget that look on her face - so lost and dazed, barely able to pick out what was stuffing her womb.
Before he could think, he grabbed her, his large, slender hand clasping over Readerâs mouth to cut her off as the other pinned down her wrist. Even his body - toned, larger than hers and far stronger than it seemed - pressed down and locked her against the bed. âItâs okay, itâs just me!â He spoke hurriedly, pleadingly even. âIâm not gonna hurt you, baby, you know that.â
Souya knew Reader was a deep sleeper, made evident all those times heâd spend ages trying to shake her awake from her class-time naps. Now just had to be the time she finally got up.
Reader let out muffled whimpers from behind Souyaâs hand, her own free one reaching up to push at his shoulder. If only she wasnât so much weaker than him, so vulnerable and so helpless to his advances, then maybe she could have made him budge.
He watched her attempts at escape, and he hated to admit that they only made his heart race even more - with arousal and excitement this time. âDonât, sweetie, please donât fight me. Iâm sorry, I just need you.. I need you really bad, Reader.â Souya whispered to her, staring right into his eyes as if in contemplation. A shaky, uncertain thrust. Then, a hard, more assertive one, followed by a fast, steady pace.
The pleasure was written all over his face, and all she could do was arch her back against the mattress. Even as her eyes grew foggy with tears, mind still dazed and slowed, it felt as though he was hitting the spongiest part of her insides, his thick tip hitting that little button inside that made her go dumb on his cock.
âF-Fuck, I felt that,â He hissed, almost doubling over further when her pussy clamped down on his shaft. The stretch was so intense, his size hurt, but her body betrayed her without a second thought even as she tried to shake her head no. âYouâre squeezing me, baby.. Do you want more?â
That expression on Souyaâs face, like a puppy so eager to please, it scared her. Heâd gone crazy seemingly overnight, and little did she know it had been brewing for ages, the lid just waiting to snap off of the pot. âPlease be good for me, please, you feel too warm,â He panted, slowly lifting his handâs hold on her mouth and grabbing onto her other wrist instead.
Immediately, she took the opportunity to beg him, knowing his heart was too soft to ignore her. âP-Please Sou, âm sorry if I upset you,â She hiccuped, tears streaming down her cheeks from more than just betrayal - the pleasure was unbearable. âJust take it out, y-you know you canât do this to me!â
Souya knew. He knew damn well, but when she looked up at him with those tears in her eyes, begging and wiggling beneath him with her tight, sloppy little pussy wrapped around his big cock after so long, she only made it worse. âNo, baby, you were perfect,â He cooed at her, releasing all inhibitions. âYouâre so cute even when youâre alseep, so sweet and pretty that I just couldnât hold back.â
âThe fucking sight of you,â He started, figuring that heâd better let his obsession spill before the moment was over and she cut him off completely. âAll sleepy, mumbling to yourself and drooling. Makes me wanna wake you up with my cock inside of you and see what youâll try to do about it.â
She could feel him getting harder inside of her as he spoke, his hips ramming into her faster unconsciously. He gave her no time to adjust and let his fantasies take over instead, leaning down to kiss and nip at her neck with a string of moans. âMy sweet girl, all mine..â He purred. âIâm sorry baby, I know itâs scary, but you gotta take it for me, okay? I love you.. fuck, I need to cum inside youâŚâ
It was the most vocal she had ever seen him, just rambling off about all the ways he wanted her.
âN-No, thatâs too much! Please stop, Souya!â She whined and pleaded, but couldnât resist the way she bucked her hips up back. Her nerves had been getting stimulated for too long, and now her orgasm was right around the corner too.
âCome on - say you love me, then Iâll make it all better.â Souyaâs gaze grew sharper, darker, as he hovered right over her, his thrusts getting stronger. When she tried to squirm again, he pinned her down harder with a grunt, refusing her escape. He wasnât going to let her slip out of his grasp, not when he finally had her.
âSouya, please s-â She tried to reason, but he pounded his hips against hers punishingly. Those werenât the words he wanted to hear.
He grabbed her thighs, lifting them up over his shoulders and leaning in so that she was practically folded, all while her pussy was getting split in half. Juices leaked from her slit to her tiny asshole, and Souya caught wind of the cute little pucker in this position.
âYou arenât listening to me... Maybe I should get mean, treat you like those other guys out there who would use and abuse you.â A pout formed on his lips, the face of the Angry that intimidated many now showing itself to her too. âI wouldnât wanna have to take this pretty hole nextâŚâ
Never had he ever been so scary, never been so sure about something that heâd used force over it, at least not with Reader. She had no choice but to give in when she was panicking this much, and a wave of shame rushed over her when she felt the tingling sensation of arousal flipping in her stomach. âWait, n-no! I love you, Souâ, please,â Reader hiccuped, cracking and doing as she was told so easily. âLove you so much, so so much!â
Souya smiled, letting out a pleased moan as he pressed his lips against hers. He slipped his tongue into her open mouth, swallowing all of her babbles and whines like they were his last meal and only pulling away when they both needed to breathe.
His hips pistoned in and out of you rapidly, ears blocking out your increasingly alarmed callings, as the pleasure made him brainless. âM-Mngh..â Souya whined, now losing his ability to form digestible words.
Reader struggled and screamed, but her body grew limp with defeat when Souya pumped in deep, letting loose a torrent of his creamy cum right into her womb. It was all plugged up by his thick cock, but he gave her one last weakened thrust to let the cum spill out past his shaft in messy spurts.
âIâm sorry I had to make you a mommy like this..â He was still smiling at you with hearts in his eyes, his apologies no longer genuine. Actually, he felt accomplished - now he could have you all to himself, and youâll start a family together, exactly how you were meant to. Even as you scowled back, the tables turning on your usual expressions, he simply leaned down to kiss your cheek and whispered:
âItâll be okay, because you love me too!â
a/n: a post at last! đ guys ive genuinely been procrastinating on this one since 2023, and i did have plans on completing a bunch of my locked-up fics and releasing them all at once, but i wanted my tokyo rev fans to eat too!
i have a confession to make, i am a tokyorev ult, and i feel most comfortable writing for it because i know those characters the best - its my fave anime ever!
i love haikyuu too, but ive actually not finished it, and all of my asks are based off of it haha! even some characters that ive not met yet.. donât worry, ive read enough fics to make sure they arenât ooc, and i always do my research before writing about characters whoâs personalities im not 100% on! :3
