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anime stuff
i. titleless scenario [nsfw] - issei matsukawa/takahiro hanamaki (haikyuu!!)
ii. "undoing their belt one-handed" headcanons [nsfw] - all (haikyuu!!)
iii. coming soon! [nsfw] - tooru oikawa (haikyuu!!)
video game stuff
i. coming soon!
slasher stuff
i. titleless drabble [nsfw] - brahms heelshire (the boy 2016)
ii. head-canons [nsfw] - brahms heelshire (the boy 2016)
iii. titleless drabble [nsfw] - corey cunningham (halloween ends)
genre(s): ¿comedy?, nsfw but no smut, college!AU — all characters are 20-ish y/o
pairing(s): eventual hanamaki takahiro x reader, eventual matsukawa issei x reader, eventual hanamaki takahiro x matsukawa issei
summary: frustrated after an argument with your now-ex-fuck buddy, you find yourself asking your two best guy friends the forbidden question
content warnings: sex talk, that’s literally it, that’s the fic, reader has a few stray horny thoughts, one (1) joke about feminism, sexual tension, a lot of mentions of oral sex
word count: 2.2k
MINORS AND AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! DO! NOT! INTERACT!
“Okay, but, do you guys think girls taste weird?”
You have no idea why you say it. Usually, you let Mattsun and Makki have their lively discussions of recent sexcapades while you listen passively. Maybe you’ll laugh at them here and poke fun at them for something silly there, or just nod along. You never pipe up and tell them about your own experiences, no matter how many times they grill you about the guys they’ve seen you with, but the past week has made you reach your breaking point. You couldn’t stop yourself.
“What?”, Makki asks as his and Mattsun’s conversation reaches a sudden halt, tilting his head at you from where he sits on the other end of the creaky old sofa in their shared apartment. “Like, your pussies?”
Heat flashes up your neck and you quickly look away from him, busying yourself with fingering at the hem of the woolen blanket you bought him and his housemate as a housewarming gift. Your pussies. He means girls’ pussies in general, you’re sure. It’s not like you have several vaginas. But it still felt oddly targeted. Then again, you’re the only one in the apartment with that anatomy, so of course it’s a little bit targeted. He sure wasn’t talking to Mattsun, at least.
Makki and Mattsun’s intense eyes seem to burn holes into your being as they both stare at you. Makki, expectantly, and Mattsun, curiously. Your mind spins as you try to focus on how to answer. “Well… yeah”, you mumble, embarrassed. You shift in your seat, pulling your knees closer to yourself.
Absolute silence fills the boys’ living room for a few seconds. You’re just about to wave your question away and say that you were just kidding, it doesn’t matter what they think and wow that was a stupid question, when Mattsun speaks up.
“Not really”, he says in his deep voice. He sits in between you and Makki, the (sometimes) calm between two storms, in the middle of the couch. One of his arms is stretched out along the back of the sofa, behind you, while he scratches lightly at the back of his neck with his other hand as if in thought. “I mean, there’s not really another taste like it. But it’s not weird, no.”
“Yeah, no other taste like it”, Makki agrees, leaning over the armrest on his end of the sofa. “I love it. It’s not weird, it’s just… purely her. I think it’s hot as fuck that everyone tastes different.”
A heat starts to boil deep in your gut at the same time as it blossoms in your cheeks. You hope they don’t notice. “R-really?”, you ask, and you internally curse yourself for stuttering.
“Yeah, really”, the strawberry blonde continues. If you look at him, you know he’ll be grinning teasingly. “Why’re you asking?”
Dread starts to mix in with the warmth in your stomach, and you shift again as you pull the blanket closer to yourself. It’s not at all cold in their apartment anymore, though. Now you only have the blanket for comfort, like a toddler who’s grown too old to have a pacifier but doesn’t want to throw it away.
“Oh, uh, no reason”, you mumble, hoping they’ll let it go.
“Really?”, Mattsun pipes up, and you can hear the smirk that’s plastered across his stupidly handsome face as he speaks. “No reason at all that you suddenly decided to talk to us about sex after we’ve been trying to get you to open up since high school?”
Curse him and his attentiveness.
“Mhm”, you force yourself to answer. The blanket isn’t comforting anymore but suffocating, the warmth of the wool combined with your flushed embarrassment — and let’s be honest, a little bit of arousal — and the way Mattsun and Makki are looking at you makes it too hot in the living room. You tug the blanket off, throwing it at Makki. “No reason, let’s forget about it.”
Makki’s volleyball reflexes allow him to easily catch the blanket in his hands. He balls it up and shoves it in between the sofa cushions. “No reason, huh? You sure about that?”, he asks, and this time you do look at him. And, what do you know, he is grinning just as stupidly just as you thought. “Not even a little bit of a reason?”
You shift in your seat, looking away from him again, but you don’t answer.
Cold, long fingers brush against the hot back of your burning neck and you shiver almost violently in your seat as you snap your head around to look at Mattsun. He’s looking at you with his deep brown eyes, and just the way he looks at you makes you shiver again. He wets his lips with his tongue before speaking up, still gently caressing the back of your neck with his fingers. “Don’t tell me that guy you go out with tells you he won’t eat your pussy ‘cause he doesn’t like the taste.”
You swallow thickly and avoid his gaze, shaking your head. “No reason, is what I said. Let’s just forget about this whole—”
“Uuuugh, god!”, Makki cuts you off exasperatedly, making you jump slightly in your seat. “I fucking hate guys like that! They act like they’re saints for fingering their girlfriends, like, a third of the times before they fuck, but then they still expect to get sucked off every night!”, he continues, letting his head fall back against the sofa. “Fucking assholes. They’re the reason we still need feminism.”
Despite yourself, and despite the odd conversation, you can’t help but giggle at his last sentence. He’s… not exactly wrong. “I’d argue the reason we still need feminism is because of the patriarchy”, you tease, and watch as color drains from his face. “But I guess you’re right, too”, you finish as Mattsun’s gentle touch at the back of your neck moves to your hair, playing with a few loose strands. “And there are so many guys like that. Hell, I’ve never been with a guy who wasn’t like that.”
And then you remember that they’re not your girlfriends ranting about sleazy men but your childhood guy friends.
This is the first time in a long time that the three of you have managed to fit all of your schedules together since you started at different universities, different majors, different after class activities and different weekend jobs to pay the rent. They still live together, and presumably see each other every day, while you live with two girls you met in your first year in college. You swallow thickly, embarrassment eating away at you again as you, once again, pull your knees closer to yourself and shrink away from Mattsun’s hand in your corner of the sofa. “Umm, forget I said that.”
“No way I can forget that”, Makki quickly answers, and there’s a tone in his voice that you’ve never heard before.
Before you really know what’s happening, he’s flying up from his seat and kneeling on the floor in front of you while Mattsun follows you into the corner of the sofa to be able to start tracing shapes over the back of your neck again. Makki’s hands are gentle and warm as they land on the tops of your bare knees, resting there. “You’re telling me, the god of pussy-eating—”, Mattsun snorts at that and the strawberry blonde sends him a glare, “— that you’ve never been eaten out?”
You feel suddenly cornered, as if they caught you doing something bad, as if they’re about to scold you. “Uh… well… not exactly…”, you mumble, eyes flitting between Makki and Mattsun before settling on your own nails as you start to slightly pick at your cuticles, nervous. “No, I have, I just… never came from it. Max says I take too long and… that he doesn’t… like how my, uh… how I taste.”
When you look up again, Makki looks just about ready to murder your now-ex fling, and you feel the way Mattsun tenses up beside you as he momentarily stops playing with your hair.
“Tell me, how much do I need to pay you to let me kick his ass?”, Makki grumbles, hands balling into fists where they still rest on your knees.
You smile sheepishly. “Well, um, nothing. I broke it off with him this morning after we got into a really bad argument. It started out about oral, actually, but then it just sort of… spiraled… and then I told him to fuck off.”
Makki’s jaw drops while Mattsun heaves a humored sigh. “So that’s why you got into this conversation from the start”, the taller one states, his fingers tickling you behind the ear. You shiver and try to shy away from his touch, but he doesn’t let you.
Again, you’re reminded of the heat in their apartment. You’re only wearing a pair of sweatshorts, old and ratty and something you wouldn’t be caught dead in around any other creature of the male species but Makki and Mattsun, and one of their soft t-shirts with a worn print that you stole several years ago — none of you remember which one of them it originally belonged to since they usually swap t-shirts back and forth, and they stopped pestering you about giving it back a long time ago.
“Well… yes?”, you find yourself saying.
Makki’s hands unclench and grip your bare knees gently, drawing your attention back to him from Mattsun. He’s grinning up at you, and there’s a darkness in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. “So… you want us to give you an oral orgasm?”
Your jaw drops as you stare at him, wide-eyed. Admittedly, you had considered the both of them in that light, several times, over the years. I mean, look at them. Over six feet tall the both of them, athletic, fast and with nice features. It should be illegal to be so physically gifted. Horny teenage curiosity and more recent dry spells had led you to long nights with your hand between your thighs, imagining how one of their hands would feel in its place; or better yet both of their hands.
Their fingers are thicker, longer, than yours, so they would undoubtedly reach deeper. Stretch you wider. But how would they go about it? Would they be soft and careful? Hard and rough? Would they be different from each other?
Of course the two would be different. But how different? Would one of them be fast, the other slow? Or would it be the softness-contra-roughness that differs, rather than the pace? And let’s not get started on the question of their size. You’ve seen them lounge about in sweatpants sometimes, it doesn’t happen often, and every time you have to force your eyes up to their faces. You know it’s a stupid assumption, but they have big hands. And large shoe sizes. It’s only fair to assume that—
Mattsun’s large hand lands across the back of your neck, squeezing lightly to get your attention. It’s such a simple gesture, yet you feel like you melt into the palm of his hand. “Hiro asked you a question, sweetheart”, he mumbles right into your ear. He’s so close you can feel his breath against the side of your face. “I think he’d like an answer.”
Only then do you realize that you got lost in your own thoughts for several moments. How long? You don’t know, but you don’t dare to dwell on it. You swallow thickly, raising your gaze from where you’d zoned out while looking at Makki’s hands on your knees until you meet his eyes. He’s smirking that usual cocky smirk of his, but his eyes are swimming with something you’ve never seen in him before. His hands are warm on your knees, and you shiver in your seat as Mattsun squeezes gently at the back of your neck. They’ve literally got you cornered on their shitty old couch.
“U-um, could you repeat the question?”, you stutter out, hating the way your voice wavers and sounds so airy.
But Makki grins, squeezing your knees in his hands. “Sure thing, babe”, he says teasingly. “I asked if you wanted me and Issei to eat your pussy until you cum.”
Oh. Right. That.
Your jaw drops again and this time around, they both laugh. Not meanly, not at your expense. They just laugh lowly, and you feel like the sound makes your entire being vibrate.
“I— umm, I mean, I, hah…”, you stammer, trying to get out a complete sentence.
“Only if you want to. And it doesn’t have to be both of us, you can take your pick. Promise we won’t be mad”, Makki continues, squeezing your knees gently. “Right, Issei?”
Mattsun huffs in agreement, his palm still heavy and warm and comforting against the back of your neck. “Right”, he echoes his friend’s statement. “If you're not comfortable, neither of us want it. Don’t pressure yourself.”
Makki nods along, and starts talking about something that you only half-hear because your mind is reeling. They don’t want to pressure you. They’re waiting for your word. But the way they pose it, it’s like they expect you to say no. It’s like they’ve already given up, even though you haven’t even answered yet. Or, well, technically you have, but that embarrassing stutter of a reply you gave just a moment ago doesn’t count. Not really.
Just as Makki leans back slightly, about to get up from the floor as his hands lift from your knees, your hands dart out to grab his wrists. His eyebrows shoot up as you firmly place his hands high up on your thighs, but he still grins.
“Well, self-proclaimed god of pussy-eating”, you start off teasingly, and he rolls his eyes at you as Mattsun chuckles beside you. Makki’s eye roll is cut short as you suggestively spread your legs slightly, his gaze zeroing in on where your pussy hides beneath your bottoms. “Do your worst.”
These guys are by far the best at it. From the first time they did it, they were fucking legends at it-- and they know it. They're almost too proud of it. Now they just wear belts because they know that them removing the leather bond with a single hand fucks with your head. It's horrifying how skilled they are at it, and it's even more frightening that they stop at nothing to torment you with it.
T. Oikawa, K. Futakuchi, K. Ukai, M. Yaku, S. Daichi, K. Sugawara, E. Semi, A. Konoha.
They... can do it. It took a bit of practice, even while you weren't around (you could not waterboard that information out of them though), but they eventually learned how to do it-- and now they're monsters. They do it so much, just because they think it's cool, that it almost loses its spark. Almost.
T. Kuroo, K. Bokuto, Y. Nishinoya, S. Hinata, R. Tanaka, C. Ennoshita, K. Koganegawa, K. Hoshiumi, Y. Terushima, K. Shirabu.
These guys accidentally do it perfectly. They weren't even trying to be sexy, they just dropped their belt with a single hand as if they regularly did so, which they probably do. They didn't realize that it forces you to cross your legs to hide how you truly feel about it until they spent a couple heartbeats putting two-and-two together in their head. Once they understood it, they started doing it more often, just to fuck with you.
W. Ushijima, A. Azumane, K. Akaashi, T. Kageyama, H. Iwaizumi, O. Miya, R. Suna, A. Ojiro, S. Kiyoomi, S. Kita, S. Kiyoko, T. Hanamaki.
These ones... can't do it. They have to use two hands, I'm so sorry. It's still hot when you see their built hands work with the leather and the buckle. But they just. They can't do it one-handed for the fucking life of them.
T. Goshiki, T. Yamaguchi, H. Lev, A. Miya.
These motherfuckers prefer it when you take their belt off for them. Something about your puny hands, nowhere near as large and built as theirs, paw at their abdomen and eventually rip the leather strip away from them to free what you're after... yeah, no. Once this psycho puts their belt on, they're not taking it off. You are.
K. Tsukishima, S. Tendou, S. Daishou, K. Kenma, A. Kunimi, S. Tanaka, K. Kyotani, I. Matsukawa.
listen to me for just. one second. hear me out. imagine, if you will.
your roommates are mattsun and makki. you're fuck-buddies with both, but you don't tell either of them, thinking they don't know.
they know. they tell each other everything, they definitely fucking know.
but they don't care. your fuck-buddy relationship with both of them was meant to be platonic with no limits, and if either of you found a true lover, the fuck-buddy relationship would end with no hard feelings-- hopefully no feelings at all.
they know. they just think it's funny that you don't know. and they also have banger sex with you, so really, who's losing here?
speaking of the fact that mattsun and makki tell each other everything, they talk about their sex with you to each other. and it's not like, "hAhA bRo NiCe." there was a time when mattsun brought your vibrator into the ring and then he texted makki everything. the summary of it:
issei: SETTING NUMBER THREE SETTING NUMBER THREE SETTING NUMBER THREE.
takahiro: what the fuck.
takahiro, two days later: SETTING NUMBER THREE HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD.
you think they don't know you're fucking both of them. meanwhile, they just scraped "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" off of your ice cream cake and replaced it with "we know :3" with girly pink icing in takahiro's chicken scratch handwriting. it's their new inside joke.
izuku who squirms and begs and moans when you overstim him. he's already cum more than he ever thought he could, and it's all over him and your hand and the bed. it makes his dick even more slippery when you move your hand on his cock. you twist it a lil' to make him jolt, and palm his tip too. he thinks he's got nothing more in him, that he doesn't have any more cum to give you. but then you tighten your grip and move your hand faster, and the next thing he knows a few weak ropes of cum spurt out of his red tip. he's got tears in his eyes at the pleasure and pain that you're giving him.
warnings: smut, no plot, oral (f!receiving) (m!receiving), handjob, blowjob, intercourse (p in v), unprotected sex, dirty talk, lowkey sub ethan
hello guys, i have been gone for so long. it took me a while to write this bc i did it in parts and it’s my first time writing smut for sex so i wanted it to be good and not cringy asf so i hope you guys enjoy this last part. sorry for the long wait!!!
pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6
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you two had the whole apartment to yourselves. chad and mindy were away visiting family for the weekend allowing you and ethan to spend as much time together doing whatever you wanted.
your lips molded together as you kissed slowly, prolonging the feeling of pleasure. you guys walked to his room pushing the door closed behind you. your back rested against the door as ethan kisssd you passionately. you kissed him back with more force, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth. he groaned from the pain followed by pleasure as you peppered his lip with soft kisses.
you pulled away from the kiss, placing your palm in front of him, “spit.” he looked at you then at your palm, almost not sure what to do.
“cmon pretty boy,” you whispered in his ear, “wanna make you feel good.”
as if your words were magic he obliged without question, releasing his saliva into your hand. you kissed him again while moving your hand into his boxers. his body stiffened as you moved your hand up and down his hardening length, gliding across his skin courtesy of the saliva. his breathing picked up as you tightened your grip around his cock, moving your hand faster. he bucked his hips into your hand, chasing his release. bracing one of his hands on the door behind you he groaned, “i’m gonna cum,” as his body began to still. but his approaching climax came to a halt as you suddenly removed your hand from his boxers. he was panting from the rush, his face flush pink and painted with confusion from your sudden change of heart.
“gotta save that for later,” you gushed, bringing his face to yours and kissing him once again, this time more sensual almost as to apologize for being a slight tease.
quickly ethan melted into the kiss, moving his hands to grip your sides, forgetting about the blue balls you’d given him seconds before. as the kiss picked up again, you backed him until his legs hit the bed and straddled his waist as he laid flat on his back. his hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, your ass, anything that he could grab. you slowly grinded on his dick, as a slight apology and looking for some friction to tend to the building nerves in your core. he moaned as you raked your fingers through his hair and under his shirt, exploring the ridges on his stomach.
“been wanting to get you alone from the first time we hooked up,” you breathed as he kissed your neck. he learned of your sweet spot under your ear, peppering it with kisses. you sat up and tore his shirt off of him over his head, tossing it on the floor somewhere.
“mhmm,” he nodded against your neck, not wanting to stop tending to the areas. his lips were plump and soft, leaving wet marks along your skin. as he kissed you, he rolled you guys over so he was on top, holding himself above you.
“wow someone’s getting brave,” you teased as you kissed him harder, pushing your tongue deep into his mouth taking control. he blushed at your comment while groaning at the roughness of your kiss. you tangled your hands in hair, tugging at the roots when he grinded his dick against your core. you moaned louder with each stroke, breathing heavier into the kiss. almost like a signal ethan started to kiss down your body, stopping at the base of your neck so he could pull your top off. his breath hitched at the sight of your bare chest as you’d decided not to wear a bra. he started kissing down your chest again. stopping at your tits, he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, circling it with his tongue and sucking on it while massaging the other between his fingertips. you moaned as he played with your nipples, switching back and forth giving them both equal attention.
he pulled off your tit with a pop, now twisting and playing with your nipples while looking at you, “good?” he asked.
your tits were slippery from ethan’s saliva so as his fingers glided along your chest you felt everything, the movements sending shocks to your core. “oh fuck,” you moaned breathlessly as he looked up at you.
he drew focus away from your tits and kissed you again, sinking his tongue into your mouth, eager to feel you. he groaned as he grinded harder against your clothed cunt, noticing some of your arousal leaking through. you pulled away from the kiss slightly, “pretty boy gets on top once and all of a sudden you wanna stick your tongue down my thr-“
your breath hitched in your throat as you were interrupted by ethan swiping his fingers through your cunt. your clit was swollen from the building pleasure and as his fingers swiped it you melted to his touch. you whimpered as he circled your clit, running his fingers through your arousal.
“y-you’re so wet,” he mewled into your ear with heavy breathing. with that he sunk his middle and ring finger deep into your cunt. you gasped at the sudden filling of your cunt, the sound of your arousal only further pushed you closed to the edge. he started to move his fingers in and out, curling them to the roof of your cunt. you couldn’t help but whimper under him as he tirelessly rammed his fingers into you. the sound was obscene, enough to make ethan groan in your ear as he sped up. you could feel him grinding against your leg, chasing his own relief as his hardening cock was constrained in his boxers. ethan slowed his pace suddenly you felt the pressure inside of you build as he inserted another finger slowly into your cunt.
you gasped loudly at the foreign feeling, your pussy all stretched out, clenching his fingers. “jesus fuck ethan,” you breathed out, “oh my god you’re getting real bold.”
“shit i’m- can you not take it,” he questioned, fingers still inside you stretching you out.
“oh, i can take it,” you kissed him, “i’ll take anything for you, pretty boy.”
he built up to his prior pace, rapidly pressing directly on your bundle of nerves and it wasn’t long until you came hard, making a mess. you clenched around his fingers hard, squirming beneath him as your orgasm ripped through you.
“ethan,” you called as if he wasn’t right above you.
“yea,” he answered.
“i want you to fuck me.”
he blinked a couple times, may even have looked over his shoulder to make sure you were talking to him, “you want me to f-fuck you, i’ve never had sex before you know i’m a virgin.” he semi whispered the word as if there was anyone else in the room.
“well i think,” you started, running your fingers up his body, “i can decide who fucks me and who doesn’t and i pick the cute, curly headed pretty boy who has proven to be very good at making me cum.” he still looked at you with uncertainty, like he was spaced out.
“unless you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” you backtracked.
“no no, i want to. it’s not you i-,” he paused turning himself to lay flat on his back beside you, looking at the ceiling, “i’ve never done this before and i- well i wanna be good for you.”
“ethan,” you spoke turning on ur side to look at him, “you’ll be fine, anything you give me is fine whether it’s fucking me with your fingers or your tongue or your dick, okay?” you slightly laughed pressing a quick kiss to his temple, then his cheeks, and finally his lips.
“mhm, okay,” he nodded easing into your touch.
“you know how good you make me feel?” you questioned moving to kneel beside him. you freed his hard cock from his boxers, now massaging it in your hand. his breath hitched as you tugged on his length.
“this is what it feels like when you fuck me with your fingers.” you spit on his dick, lubricating your hand so it glides along his length. this earned more groans from ethan as he began to breath heavily as you increased the speed at which you were pumping his cock.
“and this is what it feels like when you fuck me with your tongue,” you said, lowering your mouth onto his swollen tip, swirling your tongue around it. you sunk deeper in his lap, your nose nearly tickling his pelvis as you deep throated his dick. he was barely holding it together at this point, hips jerking into your mouth chasing a release but you pulled off him before he could get what he wanted.
while slowly pumping his cock you threw one of your legs over him, now straddling him hovering his waist, “and this,” you slowed as you lowered yourself onto his hardened length, “t-this is what it feels like wh-when oh fuck.”
you could feel ethan trembling below you, he moaned loudly as you bottomed out on his cock. “oh my, fuck,” he groaned. you felt him twitching inside of you, stretching your walls. you leaned over quickly, kissing him sensually, tugging at his bottom lip. “just t-tell me when to move, okay.” you were dying to move but wanted him to be in control.
“y-you can move now, please,” he moaned his hips shifting while his dick was six inches deep in you.
you rolled your hips up, kissing ethan through it, then dropped them back onto his cock. his eyes screwed shut from the feeling of your walls clenching around him.
“you’re so tight,” he whimpered, his body pulsing beneath you as you continued your rhythm of bouncing your hips on his lap. he stared between your bodies, watching as his dick disappeared into you. the sight only almost made him cum inside you. you kissed his again. it was sloppy and messy as you both were unraveling as you rammed ethan’s cock mercilessly into your cunt.
“i’m close, fuck,” he groaned, “i’m gonna cum.”
you answered breathlessly, “w-wait, hold it i-i’m almost there.”
“don’t know, i- i can’t,” he whimpered, overcome by his building orgasm.
“p-please pretty boy,” you moaned, “for me.”
you sloppily kissed his chest, up to his neck, sucking on his soft spots, leaving marks that show tomorrow but you didn’t care.
“you’re not making it easy you know,” he croaked out as you teased him with your kisses.
“i’m almost the-“ you stopped as you felt his thumb on your clit. he’d slid his hand between the two of you and began to toy with your clit, rubbing circles on it, and teasing the swollen bud.
“ethan, fuck i’m gonna cum,” you moaned, arching your back and slamming your hips down with more force than ever.
“please,” ethan begged, tears brimming at his eyes, “can’t hold it.”
the sight of him like this, at your mercy was enough to push you over the edge. you came hard on his cock, squirming as he kept playing with your swollen clit. you nearly collapsed on top of him, clutching his head to your chest. your arousal dripped between the two of you and as if right on que, ethan came hard inside of you. he shuddered under you, eyes screwed tight, pinning your hips onto his. he whimpered into your chest, muffling his moans. he’d never felt something like this before.
“fuck,” he breathed out, “y-you’re incredible.”
you laughed and kissed him softly, whispering in his ear, “only for you pretty boy.”
no because you see Kunimi would fuck you in missionary just to stop when you're close, telling you to fuck yourself on his cock if you're that desperate to cum
