Now All I See Is Color (A Miya Atsumu x f.reader Soulmate AU)*
[Completed]
* i had planned for this to only be an Atsumu story, but i fell in love with Suna and didn't want to hurt him, but then y'all fell in love with both and didn't want me to hurt them, so basically, everyone gets their happy ending twice. đ€Ș
âą timeskip!characters, slight manga spoilers, fluff, some angst, manipulation, cheating, suggestive themes (nothing crazy), alcohol, swearing, and I'll add more as we go
âą post schedule: as of right now i might post daily around 6pm - 7pm MST, if not, i'll let everyone know in advance. đ
âą disclaimer: i don't own any of the characters unless stated otherwise, i don't own any of the photos, and remember the photos i post are for reference, they have nothing to do with how y/n looks. you get to decide how she looks.
In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?
synopsis: desperate to move out of your apartment, you find yourself living with four other guys with the help of your best friend. a bartender, a sweetheart, a jokester, and an asshole from your past.
pairings: musician!semi x fem!reader x timeskip!futakuchi
genre: best friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, some crack, maybe a sprinkle of angst
warnings: swearing, alcohol, suggestive content, mentions of fighting
status: ongoing!
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a/n: wow my first smau!! iâm so excited for this and i hope you guys like it! also even though this is time skip it doesnât follow the manga at all!!!
Downstairs Neighbor Gets Her Back Broken by HOT Chiropractor! CLICK HERE FOR MORE!
pairing: Chiropractor Oikawa x Reader, ~3.5k, straight pwp lol, Minors DNI
warnings: slight dubcon (into consent), a plot straight out of a porno, creampie, floor sex, oral (f [sorta] and m!receiving), Oikawa is stupid hot what can I say
written for: The Love Hospital Collab by @saumau! Thank you for letting me join âĄ
thanks to: @vanille--kiss, @anime-nymph, and @vivianvampyric for saving my life YET AGAIN. one of these days I'm going to have to give you my first born child
part of: the @hqintheclub network!
If you knew youâd end up splayed out over Oikawa Tooruâs floor, feet digging into the hardwood as he pounded into you, you would have talked to him much, much sooner.
He moved into your building a few months prior, though you couldnât understand why. Itâs located in the middle of Tokyo, a small, shabby little building thatâs seen better days. The elevator lurches sometimes as it climbs up higher; thereâs frequent maintenance that leaves the building without power or gas for hours at a time; and in the summer, your fifth floor apartment gets so hot that you live in front of the fan, begging for Hades to give you a goddamn break.
But Oikawa Tooru. The first time you saw him, you thought he was just visiting. His suit jacket was brand new, matching his leather loafers. His brown eyes roamed over you as he stepped on the elevator behind you, and his voice was like honey when he said, âTenth floor, please.â He was much too pretty to even look so you settled for pressing the button for him and then scurrying off the elevator with an awkward goodbye once it hit the fifth floor.
It started a casual acquaintanceship, one where youâd hold the elevator for him if he asked, one where youâd make small talk about the weather, or your days, or plans for the weekend.
âIâm a chiropractor,â he told you the fifth time you met but you didnât exactly believe him. A chiropractor in this rundown building? Surely he could afford a penthouse or somewhere in a high rise in Roppongi Hills, especially with the luxury watches he wears on his wrist or the clothes you see him in.
You didnât exchange much more than pleasantries until tonight. A customer had bumped into you at work, sending you spiraling hard to the floor and spilling cola all over your uniform. It had been downright embarrassing, made doubly ridiculous by the fact that you could barely stand up straight. Your boss had let you go home early thanks to the pain and you were out the door as fast as you could run.
I must have tweaked something in my back, you lament as you wait for the elevator, smacking your back a few times and groaning at the jolt of pain that radiates in your left side. A hot compress and a couple of aspirin are calling your name, and maybe a beer if the pain is too bad.
The doors are about to close when someone sticks their hand through the front and forces them back open. Oikawa Tooru grins at you as he steps onto the elevator and settles against the opposite wall.
âGood evening.â
âThat was dangerous,â you chide him as you press the âcloseâ button, leaning to your left side since itâs less painful. âWhat if you hurt your hands?â
âAre you worried about me?â He grins cheekily before his eyes flick down to you and back up. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
âI tweaked my back,â you sigh. Something in his face shifts and makes you pause; thereâs a little more mirth in his grin, a little more twinkle in his eye. âWhat?â
âI think you forgot what I do for a living.â
âWhat? No.â You scrunch your nose with a wave of your hand. âI donât want to impose.â
âYou look like an old grandma,â Oikawa snorts, then puts his hands up when you glare at him. âI mean that nicely!â
âThereâs no nice way to say that.â
âCome over to my apartment later, grandma. I can help.â
âOikawa-san.â
âIâm on the tenth floor,â he smiles when the elevator stops on your floor. âIâll be waiting for you.â
Thereâs something about the way heâs so confident in himself that you decide right then and there that youâre not going. You canât goâcanât let him win this round, even when itâs a struggle to get to your apartment thanks to the pinching pain in your back. An hour after you shower and eat dinner, the pain grows worse even just sitting on your couch doing nothing. Oikawaâs face pops into your head and you groan from the visage, then groan again thanks to your side.
Heâs attractive to put it simply. Stealing glances at him in the elevator whenever you ride together is part of your routine now. Heâs haughty but charming, but you know the type: if you go up to his apartment, youâll be greeted by a smarmy smile and some witty come back, something akin to oh, look who decided to finally show up.
Still that doesnât keep your mind from wandering. Wondering what those hands would feel like on your body, what that low voice would sound like as he murmurs into your skin. It isnât the first time youâve thought about him and it certainly wonât be the last, but it still feels embarrassing to fantasize about your rich, attractive upstairs neighbor.
You decide to go to bed to get your mind off of Oikawa Tooru, even if itâs barely past 9PM, but no matter which way you lay, you canât get comfortable.
By 9:30, you stand outside of Oikawaâs door, the name plate clearly showing the Kanji of his name.
You listen for a moment against the door and hear soft music playing from inside the apartment. Can you really ask this of him? And be in his apartment alone together? Youâre no stranger to what it implies, but if youâre honest, maybe thereâs another separate reason why you waited until late night to come see him.
Your knock rings in the hallway and the volume of the music lowers, soft footsteps approach the door and youâre met with a fresh-faced Oikawa, hair still damp from his shower. His lips slide into a grin when he sees that youâre his visitor.
âNice of you to finally join me.â
Smarmy expression, check. Witty come back, check. Heâs 2-for-2.
âI was in the neighborhood.â
âLucky me,â he jokes and steps aside.
His apartment is like a whole other world. It looks nothing like your small, slightly dingy apartment. Itâs twice the size of yours, running the length of two apartments, the kitchen opening into a spacious living room with a leather couch, a workout bike, and chiropractorâs chair next to the floor-length windows. The curtains are tied back and give you a perfect view of the night lights, and looking down the hallway shows multiple bedrooms with the doors closed. Light Spanish pop music comes from the TV and with the click of a button, the TV turns off and the room falls silent.
âI think Iâm in the wrong place,â you joke, blinking at him in surprise. âWhat did you do to our crappy building?â
âI bought both apartments and fixed them up,â he explains, though thereâs a glint in his pretty brown eyes when he adds, âI like to fix things.â
âThen can you fix the elevator next?â You smile up at him, holding onto a chair for support.
âNot a chance,â Oikawa smiles back just as easily. âBut I can fix that back of yours, grandma. Come on.â
Youâve never been on a chiropractorâs chair before so it feels a bit strange at first. The cotton shorts and plain t-shirt youâre wearing ride up a little bit as you squirm into position, though you wait to put your face in the appropriate hole until he tells you to. Oikawa walks over, flexing his wrists by shaking his hands in front of his chest, and for some reason, the action makes you snort.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âAre you going to fix me with your magic hands?â
âThereâs no such thing as magic hands. My skills have been molded through training and practice. Now face down so I can get started.â
The confidence in his voice makes you grin and nod, and with a gesture of his pointer finger, you do as he says.
Oikawa is gentle with you at first, grabbing your arms, legs, shoulders and cracking places you didnât even know needed realignment. His voice is so soothing, so close to your ear as he murmurs to relax before pushing down on your body. He has you flip over to your side so he can do the same thing, careful with the twinge in your back before pressing down on your spine. The sound that leaves your mouth is sinful to say the least, and your eyes snap open in embarrassment.
âDonât worry,â he laughs, but it doesnât do anything to calm your thundering heart. âYou arenât the first.â
âStill,â you murmur, heat flooding your cheeks at the devilish glint in his eyes.
âNo need to be embarrassed, pretty girl. Now flip on your back.â
Pretty girl? Now your embarrassment is even worse, made extra nerve-wracking by the fact that you can see his beautiful face as he works. His look of pure concentration as he runs his hands up and down your skin makes you shiver and bite your lip, especially when his lithe fingers get a little too close to your inner thighs to be a coincidence⊠right?
âYour hips are tight,â he comments as he maneuvers you to turn slightly so he can work your hips. âDo you stretch at all?â
âI mean, Iâm not that old,â you grumble with a pout up at him. âIâm decently flexible too.â
âOh?â
Why does something in the air shift when you catch his eye again? Thereâs nothing perverse about this, and yet the fact that youâre alone with Oikawa, in his house, with his strong hands all over your body suddenly hits you. It makes you shift on the chair and squeeze your legs together to alleviate the pulsing in your core.
His hands pause on your legs for just a moment and itâs enough to make you look over at him. Thereâs a strange look on his faceâcurious, calculating. Then his hands slide further up your thighs, his focus on the way your breathing starts to pick up when his hands reach the bottom of your cotton shorts.
âYou know,â he begins slowly, and your legs tremble when you feel his thumbs push under your shorts and glide along the flesh of your inner thighs. Is this really happening? âYouâre not as smooth as you think you are.â
âWhat⊠do you mean?â You respond, cursing yourself for the breathlessness in your voice, but itâs hard not to be breathless when his fingers creep higher and brush against the edge of your panties.
âIâve seen the way you look at me in the elevator.â
âOikawa-san, we shouldnâtââ
âHow could I miss it?â He grins and runs his fingers over the crotch of your panties. You have to force yourself to keep your hips down on the table when he does it again. âYou look at me like you want to jump me.â
âI⊠No, Iââ
âYou look like you do now.â Oikawa tilts his head as he pushes your panties aside, running his fingers up and down your folds. His fingers are so smooth and make you intake a sharp breath. âLike you want me to touch you. Do you want me to touch you?â
âNn,â is all you can manage to say before he parts your folds and carefully pushes a finger into you.
It shouldnât feel this good, you berate yourself as you grind your hips down into his hand. You shouldnât be doing thisâisnât it against some doctorâs law to have relations with patients? You only came here to fix your back, not have Oikawaâs finger deep in your pussy like some porn movie. But a flick of his wrist and you moan, parting your legs so he can thrust even deeper.
âThatâs a good girl,â he praises and you whimper, eyes flying open when he brushes his finger against your clit. Your hands move to his wrist but you donât push him awayâwhy donât you push him away? You hold onto him as he slides a second finger into your cunt, eyes locked with his brown ones as he starts a slow pace. âDo you want me to stop?â
A whine tears from your throat when he grinds the palm of his hand against your clit, head falling back against the chiropractorâs chair as pleasure spreads throughout your body. Oikawa grabs onto your knee and forces your leg open further, pushing himself inside your legs as far as he can so he can hit deeper into you. He curls his fingers and makes you groan, your fingers tightening on his wrist as he works.
âDo you want me to stop?â He repeats, voice hardening the longer you donât answer him.
You open your eyes as you jerk your hips into his hand, biting your lip because you canât answer him. Itâs too embarrassing, youâre too shy, heâs tooâ
The moment he starts to pull his fingers from you, you clamp your legs closed, shaking your head at him.
âPlease.â
Thereâs a crack in his confident facade for the slightest second; you can see his eyebrows lift and his head tilt like he canât believe his luck, but then he rips his fingers from you and grabs onto your hips, pulling you off the chiropractorâs chair hastily. You barely have a moment to marvel at how good your muscles and back feel before youâre settled on your knees in front of him, eyes blinking up at the large grin on his face.
âMaybe you could help me, too?â He offers and your fingers immediately move to his sweatpants.
Your fingers loop around the waistband of his pants and tug both them and his boxers down to his knees. His half-hard cock springs free, and you lick your lips before leaning forward to take it in your mouth.
âHeyâwhoaââ
You giggle at the surprise in his voice, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock as you start to bob up and down on his length. Oikawa groans when you run your tongue along the underside of his dick, gathering saliva in your mouth to coat him better. When his hand moves to the back of your head and pulls you closer, you groan, the vibrations making him gasp. He looks downright beautifulâa slight sheen on his temple, chest heaving under his t-shirt, eyes closed with his lips parted. It makes you move faster, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking harder.
âCome here,â he orders with a tap to your head, but you stubbornly shake your head. Your fingers run over his balls as you speed up the bobs of your mouth, and his body shudders with a particularly hard suck.
Oikawa moves fast, and before you can even squeal, youâre on your back on his floor. Thereâs a satisfied smirk on your face when you see how fast he kicks off his pants and pulls off his t-shirt before heâs on you. His lips are soft and taste strangely like watermelon sherbet when you part your lips for him. Your tongues tangle together and make you groan, fingers running down the defined muscles of his arms.
He pulls back to help you out of your shirt and shorts before he kisses you again. Thereâs something about the urgency as he slips his tongue against yours, the messiness and heat of it all, the thundering of his heartbeat that you can feel against your warm skin that makes it hard to breathe. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he grabs your arms and pulls you into a sitting position, all without pulling his mouth from yours. With him still settled on his knees, he helps you hover over his hard cock, tip rubbing against your swollen and wet folds.
Itâs not the most comfortable position, but itâs outweighed by the pleasure when you sink down on him. He stretches your walls, pulling your hips down so heâs fully sheathed inside of you. You keep your eyes locked on his as you pick up your hips and drop them again, relishing in the way the usually put-together man has his lips parted, cheeks flushed, and eyes blown out just for you. It makes you grin and lean forward to kiss him one more time, moaning against his lips as you begin to ride him.
The flooring is hard under your knees and your thighs burn with the effort, but every sound that leaves Oikawaâs mouth makes your clit throb and your hips move faster. His fingernails dig into your ass as he guides you along, helping you speed up. The squelching of your pussy and the slapping of your skin is drowned out by your heavy breathing. You tilt your back with a whimper that turns into a surprised yelp when youâre pushed onto your back.
Only your shoulders touch the floor, your back arched and hips lifted as Oikawa sits up on his haunches. His fingers dig deep into your hips as he starts to pound into you, and your fingers scratch against his flooring, trying to keep yourself grounded as pleasure explodes everywhere throughout your body. In this position, he hits so deep, making you cry out with every quick thrust.
âMy flooring isâugh, expensive, you know,â he manages through his labored breaths and grunts, and you squeeze around him on purpose to make him groan and shut him up.
âMaybe youâfuck, Oikawaââ You try, unable to continue when his thumb finds your clit again and makes you moan.
âWhat, pretty girl?â
âTake me to the bed next time,â you groan, hips jerking toward him when his thumb begins quick circles that match his quick but powerful thrusts. His other hand reaches forward and finds your breast, tugging on your nipple and rolling it between his fingers until itâs hard. He holds onto your side by your chest as he works, and you cling to his upper arms, pleasure rippling up your spine at the mix of sensations.
Something makes you open your eyesâa deep-seated need to see what Oikawa looks like as he fucks you, and the way he stares down at you makes you gasp. Itâs nearly predatory: half his face darkened thanks to the shade, swollen lips split in a smirk, cock wet as he thrusts into you over and over and over. Your orgasm looms dangerously close and snaps the moment he murmurs, be a good girl for me, wonât you?
âFuck, Oikawa, ahââ Your cry cuts off your babbling, body arching even further off the ground. You feel light-headed, though you arenât sure if thatâs from the position or the way he fucks you through your orgasm, deep thrusts that keep you whimpering even after your pleasure crests.
âWhere do you want it?â He grunts out, flush high on his cheeks as he chases his own looming orgasm.
âInside me, please, wannaââ
You donât get to finish your sentence. As soon as you purposefully clamp down around him, he lets out a high-pitched moan and shudders forward. His cock pulses as he spills into your cunt, filling you up and making you grind your hips into his. Sweat drips from his forehead and onto your chest as he leans forward, catching himself with an elbow by your head. You expect him to kiss you or make another one of his dumb quips, but he instead leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, lazily rolling around it with his tongue.
When heâs satisfied, he pulls off your breast with a pop and looks up. âSo you mentioned a next time? Maybe I can knock something else off my bucket list.â
âHaving sex on the floor was part of your bucket list?â You answer skeptically, pussy clenching like it already misses him when he carefully pulls out.
âNo, but reenacting a porno was.â The slap you send to the back of his head makes him whine. âHey, donât hit me!â
âI thought chiropractors were supposed to fix backs, not break them,â you complain when you shift on the floor and something twinges in your back again. âSo now youâre 0-for-2.â
âWhat?â He asks incredulously, sitting back up with a raised eyebrow. âWhatâs the other thing?â
âIâm pretty sure youâre not allowed to have sex with your patients.â
âYou arenât my patient,â he reminds you, fingers creeping up your wet and sticky inner thighs. When he begins rubbing circles where your thighs and pussy meet, you canât help the whimper that escapes your mouth. âSo that means Iâm 2-for-2.â
âYou stillââ
âIâll fix your back, promise.â He smiles before his voice drops, and you gasp when his pointer finger pushes into your tight and wet heat easily, beginning lazy strokes that have you pulsing for him one more time. âAfter I break it again.â
âyou respond so well to me, my dear. your body knows that you belong to me, and that i belong to you. fate, is it not?â
⊠pairing!  sugar daddy!dilf!zhongli x gn!afab!reader
⊠word count!  8.1k
⊠synopsis!  youâre his perfect match. good thing that you belong to him now and forevermore.
⊠content warnings!   gn!reader, afab!reader, noncon, coercion, yandere!zhongli, manhandling, infantilisation, overstimulation, breeding, size kink (big coque zhongli!), mind break, corruption kink if you squint, cunnilingus, fingering, praising, zhongli has a master kink, possessive and obsessive behaviour, virginity loss
SYNOPSIS: Sure, you have more than just a tiny crush on Suna Rintarou, but that doesnât mean you canât get to know him as friends⊠Right?
Or, in which: Itâs hard to get Sunaâs attention when heâs at the center of it all, especially not if he might have someone else he already likes.
PAIRING: Suna Rintarou x f/afab!Reader.
TAGS: strangers to lovers. mutual & one-sided (?) pining. fluff. crack. angst. jealousy. slight college au. lowkey some bullying. explicit/sexual content. set in timeskip. friends with benefits.
WARNING: NSFW & extremely suggestive themes, MINORS DNI (this means that if youâre below 18, go away); mentions of alcohol use. profanity.
NOTES: has a few written parts. also, she/her pronouns are used for the reader. (i was about half way into the smau when i noticed, after the smauâs ending iâll be fixing it to they/them for everyone elseâs convience)
TAGLIST: closed.
STATUS: on-going. UPDATES: irregular. once a week, as much as possible.
start date: June 3, 2021
PLAYLIST.
DIRECTORâS CUT!
âyou are â suna & ynâs fwb (smut.)
comfort and warmth â suna & yn. (fluff.) ; tba
and stand before you â suna. osamu. (angst.) ; tba
from the outside â atsumu. (n/a) ; tba
looking in.â â n/a. (n/a) ; tba
meet the cast! â the mess | the gossip & support group
ă first: my baby ă
ă second: couldnât be me ă
ă third: a solid 3 ă
ă fourth: ah, fuck ă
ă fifth: a hot idiot ă
ă sixth: kanaâs great ă
ă seventh: just like them ă
ă eighth: pretty girl ă
ă ninth: bigdick.com ă
ă tenth: on my hands and knees ă
ă eleventh: you wanna kiss me so bad ă
ă twelfth: politely ask if youâre single ă
ă thirteenth: what the fuck tooru ă
ă fourteenth: busy being yours ă
ă fifteenth: iâll call you ă
ă sixteenth: liked you too ă
ă seventeenth:
â makinâ me jealous
â pretty girlâs number ă
ă eighteenth: so what if i do? ă
ă nineteenth: apocalypse ă
ă twentieth: i need a drink ă
ă twenty-first: all yours ă
ă twenty-second: your fault 100% ă
ă twenty-third: iâd hate to ruin your plans ă
itâs impossible to tell just how many times youâve seen that hashtag. in the comments on your videos, in twitter posts about you, even scrawled on fansâ signs at meet-and-greets.Â
people are...itâs safe to say people are fucking obsessed.Â
obsessed with whether or not you and Meian Shuugoâthe most searched name on all major sites, the most seasoned actor at MSBY Studios, the one whose sure to win at least one award at any given eventâare actually dating.
itâs not really like the two of you give them any reason to think otherwise. as a pretty veteran actress yourself, you have by far filmed more videos with him than every other man youâve fucked combined. youâre always seen with him out and about too- at the gym, coffee shops, restaurants. and heâs always one to escort you to award shows, handkerchief in his breast pocket matching the color of your dress, arm around your waist as you pose for the cameras.Â
your chemistry with Meian Shuugo is simply off the charts.
and you really canât be blamed for it. not when heâs just so impossibly easy to get along with. heâs got a big smile, wide and infectious, that you always end up mirroring when youâre on its receiving end. heâs an attentive co-star, polite and respectful, always making sure youâre taken care of after a scene before he allows himself a break.
and heâs so kind, so supportive, so encouraging. especially to new actors.
like when Hinata Shouyou, MSBYâs newest hire, first joined. he had been so generous, letting Hinata use you, even coaching him through how to fuck you like a pro. it had been a grueling process for you because of just how often the younger man slipped up, but when Meian Shuugo asks you for a favor, you donât say no. and you certainly didnât mind either, not when butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the sight of Meian instructing Hinata how to angle his hips so the camera could catch his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. at the feeling of him holding your legs open to make it easier for the rookie.
thatâs a favorite of his.
like now for example, with his big hands wrapped around your ankles and spreading them, bending you in half, all but pinning your knees by your head as he pounds you into the mattress. your stuttered moans and whimpers go ignored as Meian drops his head back, loud groan rising from his chest at the feeling of his cock sheathed so deep inside your pussy.
âShuu-â you whimper, fingers clawing at his muscled chest, digging into his skin and leaving marks. heâs going so hard youâre already aching; you know youâll feel it the next day because right now, heâs all but fucking bruises into your hipbones.
âyeah baby,â he pants, letting his head fall forward so he can mold his lips against yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. he draws back just enough to groan, âfeels so good, your pussy. sâlike it was made for me, hm? fuuuck- yeah, just like that, take it just like that-â
itâs too much for you- his words, the drag of his massive cock against your walls, the slap of his heavy balls against your ass. the two of you create a symphony of noises with all his grunt and groans, your broken cries, the wet slap of skin on skin. the mattress creaks in protest at the force of Meianâs thrusts- heâs fucking you so hard, with his legs stretched out and toes digging into the bed for leverage, that youâre bouncing with every harsh slam of his hips against yours.
your head falls to the side, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes, blurring your vision.
but despite that, past all the cameras and lights and MSBY staff, your unseeing eyes still catch a glimpse of something that has heat flooding your cheeks. a familiar head of blonde hair. and next to it, another familiar, owlâs nest of grey and black hair. thatâs right, Meian had mentioned something about this a couple hours ago, when you were slipping your robe off and straddling him on a couch. something about his junior colleagues struggling a bit recently, needing a bit of a push. he had convinced the director to let them watch. watch how itâs done, heâd said with a cocky smirk that only widened when you scoffed and pinched his lips together, scrunching up your nose in mock disgust.
Atsumu and Bokuto are leaning against the back wall, arms folded, legs crossed uncomfortably in a failed attempt to hide their erections as they watch Meianâthe man every single MSBY actor looks up toâfuck the living daylights out of you. their lips are parted, expressions glazed over in awe.
âeyes on me, sweetheart,â Meian purrs, letting go of one of your ankles so he can grip your chin tightly, forcing you to look back into his dark eyes. a choked sob escapes you when he lets go of your ankles to brace his hands on either side of you, broad shoulders pinning your thighs to your chest. his head drops forward, forehead pressing against yours, hot breath brushing your lips. âshit- wanna see you cum- are you close, baby? gonna cum for me?â
you nod frantically, heat coiling in your stomach, walls clamping down on the thick shaft postponing in and out of you. âmâgonna- gonna cum!â
âah, fuck! what do you want?â Meian pants, driving his cock deeper, hips ramming into yours unsteadily. âtell me what you want.â
your back arches when the fat head of his cock hits that spot inside you with frightening accuracy and rips a squeal out of you.
âwant you- p-please,â you beg, digging your hands into his hair and pulling his face closer so you can whimper into his mouth, âwant your cum, Shuu!â
âyeah?â Meian grunts, pace going unsteady, âwant me to fill you up? make you my pretty little cumdump?â
you canât speak anymore, the only sounds falling from your lips are filthy, obscene mewls and whines so you just nod again, pulling on his dark locks in confirmation.
it only takes a few more brutal thrusts before your vision goes white and you cum with a choked cry of his name. the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock has Meian immediately spilling deep inside you with a loud, broken groan. your entire body screams from the mating press he has you in, along with his few, final and shallow thrusts to ride out his orgasm. but thankfully, he pulls out as soon as heâs done and the director calls cut, rising to his knees and looking down at you with a rather pleased expression, gaze locking on your sloppy cunt, already dripping with his cum thatâs leaking out of your hole.
a cameraman kneels down to catch the view and Meian helps, reaching forward with one hand to spread your folds, long and thick fingers sliding past them and making you shiver.
youâre still weak from the aftershocks of your orgasm and so thereâs not much you can do except lie there and let him do what he wants with your body.
your eyes flutter shut.
you know youâre in good hands.
you trust him.
after the shoot, when youâre all freshened up and no longer reeking of sex and sweat, you throw on a simple dress, one that flutters around your thighs with every step you take. perching on the chair in your dressing room to apply a light layer of makeup, youâre dabbing a bit of lipgloss over your lips when the knock on your door comes.
âcome in,â you call out absently.
âlooking good.â
you look up to see Meian towering in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded. a smirk curls up on his lips and you roll your eyes.
âyou know,â you sniff, turning your body in your chair to face him, âyou should really treat a girl to dinner first before taking her to bed.â
âoh.â Meian widens his eyes exaggeratedly, leaning forward with feigned shock. âis that the etiquette?â
âyes, you brute.â
brute indeed. itâs only just settling into your body now, but you know youâll be sore all over tomorrow.
Meian drops the act and laughs, throwing his head back, shoulders shaking, and youâre a little dazed at just how handsome he is. youâre not sure youâll ever get used to it.
he winks at you and jerks a thumb over his shoulder. âwanna grab a burger? on me. you could probably use oneâŠafter all that.â
you tilt your head to slip on your earrings. âi could.â
âcome on then, sweetheart.â
as you switch off your dressing room light and turn back to meet Meianâs blinding smile, you suppose you can see where all your fans are coming from. the dynamic the two of you have is uniquely your own, both on and off screen, and no other duo has ever managed to replicate it successfully. the two of you have made your place on the top of the charts and itâll probably stay that way until the day you stop making films.
but as for whether or not the two of you are really together?Â
well, thatâs not anyoneâs business but your own, really.
