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scary dog privilege

Matsukawa Issei x Cis!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: unrealistic relationships, daddy kink, size kink, horsecock!mattsun, pet names (like a lot,,, too many to list), a lil bit of degradation, dumbification, oral (f receiving), tummy bulges, collaring, dacryphilia, praise kink, breeding kink, unsafe sex, size kink, biting, hair pulling, slight brat taming, fingering (f receiving), dick piercings, established safe word (not used), UNREALISTIC BDSM DYNAMICS

10.6k words. thanks to @tetsurousharlot and @callmeraids for beta reading for me!!

“I don’t know, Tooru,” you said, gripping your coffee cup with both hands. Your cousin rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

“You know, if you show up at my wedding with no date, the whole family is going to hound you the whole time,” Tooru said. “And you’re both already walking down the aisle together so why not just ask him to be your date? If for no other reason than to get our family off your back.”

“Would Matsukawa even want to be my date?” You asked, sipping your drink.

“Literally any one of my friends would be your date but Mattsun is the one I trust the most. Makki would try to sneak you off for sex and, obviously, Hajime will be taken,” Tooru said, smiling widely.

“What if I asked Kageyama?” You teased.

“No!” Tooru whined. “It’s bad enough that the little bastard is invited!”

“Can you just admit that the two of you are friends?” You said, rolling your eyes.

“He’s only invited because Hajime made me,” Tooru whined. You shook your head.

“Fine, give me Matsukawa’s number,” you groaned.

“Finally!” Tooru exclaimed, snatching your phone from your hand and excitedly typing in Matsukawa’s number. “You’re going to love him! Not too much, though- I don’t need my favourite cousin hooking up with my best friend at my wedding.”

“You know I would never,” you said, taking your phone back. Tooru stared at you, expectantly. “What?”

“Text him!” Tooru said.

“Why now?” You asked.

“So the two of you can meet up and get to know each other before the wedding,” Tooru said. “If you text him now, you two can get lunch or dinner!”

“God, you’re so pushy!” You complained. Nonetheless, you opened up your text messages.

‘Hey, it’s Oikawa’s cousin, Y/n. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out today? Tooru is pretty insistent that we get to know each other before the wedding.’

You sent the text and set your phone down to finish your coffee.

“You know, I really think Mattsun is just your type,” Tooru said. You gave him a bemused look. “He’s tall, dark, handsome. Curly hair, wears a bunch of rings. A little goth, but he works at a funeral home so it works for him. He even has tattoos and a couple of piercings.” Tooru wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You bit your lip. Damn, you hated when Tooru was right.

Your phone buzzed before Tooru could continue singing his praises.

‘Cool, sounds good. I guess he convinced you that we should be each other’s date at the wedding. I can meet around noon, if that’s good for you.’

You quickly texted back.

‘Noon is good. We can meet at my place and decide from there.’

You texted him your address and shoved your phone in your pocket.

“So?” Tooru asked.

“We’re going to meet at my place at noon and go to lunch,” you said.

Tooru squealed. “It’s going to be perfect! Now all I have to do is find Makki a date!”

“Ask Mei,” you said, suggesting your twin sister. “If Makki’s as bad as you say, Mei should be able to keep him on a tight leash.”

“You’re a genius!” Tooru exclaimed. He placed a few bills on the table and hopped up, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him. “Now, we have to get back to your place so we can come up with a good outfit!”

You looked down at what you were wearing. A brown overall dress with a cream turtleneck under it and knee high cream socks. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“You look like a middle schooler,” Tooru said, pulling you down the sidewalk.

“I thought I looked cute,” you grumbled. Tooru ignored you as he continued towards your apartment.

***

“Tooru, I have to go. Matsukawa is almost here,” you said, holding your phone to your ear.

“Ugh, fine, text me when you get home,” Tooru groaned.

“Bye, Tooru,” you sighed, ending the call.

In the end, you kicked Tooru out of your apartment after he’d ripped your closet to shreds within ten minutes. After he’d left, you’d ended up changing into a high-waisted pleated pink skirt with a matching belt, an oversized white sweater, tucked in the front, with white lace stockings. If Matsukawa had a problem with the way you dressed, then he could find another date for Tooru and Hajime’s wedding.

You did your makeup quickly, dusting pink blush across your cheeks and swiping on some mascara before you heard a knock on your door.

“Just a second!” You called. You carefully painted on some pink lip gloss before rushing to answer the door. “Matsukawa-san! Please, come in.”

You took a step back to allow him to enter your apartment.

You wanted to swear- Tooru was right. Matsukawa was your type. To a fucking tee.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you, Oikawa-san,” Matsukawa said, voice deep and rumbling as he bowed his head and unlaced his heavy, black boots before kicking them off.

“Oh, please call me Y/n,” you said, forcing yourself not to eye his large hands. He had on a couple of chunky, silver rings and a few tattoos on his fingers. You bit your lip as he looked down at you.

“You can call me Issei, then,” he said. You nodded, cheeks burning as you turned on your heel.

“Um, I thought that we could find a place to eat before we leave. That way we don’t waste time walking around,” you said, grabbing your phone from the table. “There’s this new Korean place I’ve been wanting to try, if you like Korean food.”

Your heart thudded loudly as Issei leaned over you, looking at the restaurant on your phone. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne radiating off his leather jacket.

“It looks good,” he said. He reached around you, scrolling through their menu. His other hand came to rest on your waist. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Um, uh, yeah, it’s not too far, either,” you mumbled. “Maybe a ten minute walk.”

He nodded as he took a step back from you. You turned to face him, finding him much closer than you’d anticipated. You craned your neck looking up at him.

“You look cute, by the way,” he said, looking down at you and gently brushing your hair behind your ear. Your face heated up as he smiled at you.

“Ah, thank you,” you said, nervously. “You look really handsome, too.”

“Thanks,” Issei said. He stepped away, pulling his boots back on as you quickly buckled your mary janes and followed him out of your apartment.

The walk there was unusually quiet. Usually when you walked somewhere there were always the sounds of catcalling and guys harassing you.

You looked up at Issei as you walked. Well, you guessed his presence, dark and almost scary, warded the offenders away. It made sense, you guessed. Issei towered over everyone you passed. That, along with the heavy boots, leather jacket, rings and chains that hung on his black jeans and around his neck, not to mention the gauges in his ears or the studs on both sides of his nose and the ring through his septum and the other piercings, gave Issei, as Tooru would say, scary dog privilege.

You smiled and stepped closer to him. He looked down at you, cocking an eyebrow.

“You have scary dog privilege,” you said. “Usually, I’m always getting harassed on the streets. But, with you, no guy has even looked at me twice!”

Issei smiled at you, flashing yet another piercing under his top lip.

“Oh? Scary dog privilege?” He asked. “It’s the other way around. I’m your scary dog, which means you have scary dog privilege.”

“Ah,” you hummed. “My scary dog?”

“Yeah,” Issei said, grabbing your hand. He intertwined your fingers. “Gotta keep your dog on a leash.”

You looked down at your feet, flustered.

“Hey, look up at me,” Issei said, squeezing your hand lightly. You looked up at him. “You look cute when you’re flustered, doll.”

“Stop,” you whined, pulling on his hand.

“Can’t help it,” Issei said, smiling. “Come on.”

Issei pulled you into the restaurant, asking the hostess for a table for two.

“Sparkling water with lemon,” you said as the waitress took your orders.

“Coke,” Issei said. The waitress nodded and walked away.

Issei leaned over the table, grabbing your hand again.

“So, you grew up with Oikawa,” Issei said. “That must’ve sucked.”

You giggled. “It wasn’t too bad. We went to different schools, so I, at least, got a break from him.”

“Where’d you go to school?” Issei asked.

“Shiratorizawa, much to Tooru’s disappointment,” you said.

“Join any clubs?” He asked.

“I was manager for the boys’ volleyball team,” you said.

“Oh? I don’t remember ever seeing you at any of the games. I know I would’ve remembered your face,” Issei said.

You blushed. “Well, Tooru was overprotective. I didn’t even meet Hajime until after high school.”

“I’m so going to kick Oikawa’s ass later on for hiding you from me,” Issei said, smiling. “From Makki, I get, but from me? I know you were just the cutest back then, too.”

“Issei!” You whined, hiding your face in your hands.

“Hey, none of that, let me see that embarrassed face,” Issei teased. More heat rushed to your cheeks as he tugged your hands from your face. “There, I love seeing your little cheeks puff up.”

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to end up falling for you,” you joked.

“Go ahead and fall, baby. I got two hands to catch you with,” Issei said, winking at you.

For an hour, the two of you went back and forth talking about school and work, with Issei heavily flirting in between every sentence. By the time the bill came, you could barely even speak without your face burning.

“I got it,” Issei said, pushing your wallet back towards you.

“No, please, let me pay at least half,” you said, taking your card out.

“Don’t worry about it,” Issei said. He smirked at you. “Maybe if I pay, you’ll let me take you out again.”

“I was going to let you do that anyway,” you said. Now it was finally Issei’s turn to blush. Just a light dusting of red across his cheeks as he fumbled with his card, flustered.

Issei paid quickly and stood up, stretching his arms up, revealing a sliver of pale skin and a thin trail of hair leading your eyes to the band of his Calvin Kleins.

You averted your eyes as he pulled his jacket back on over the thin, fashionably ripped black sweater he was wearing.

He held his hand out to you. You took it, happily intertwining your fingers with his as the two of you walked out.

“I really don’t want this to end,” you said as you stepped on the sidewalk.

“Not ready to lose your scary dog privileges?” Issei teased.

“I just think you’re really nice to hang out with,” you said. Issei pulled you closer to him, dropping your hand and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“I really like hanging out with you, too,” Issei said.

“Maybe we can watch a movie or something at my place? If you want to,” you said.

“I’d like nothing better,” he said, smiling down at me.

The walk back to your apartment was pleasant. Twice Issei stopped and dragged you into a shop; one filled with leather jewelry and spiky jackets.

“I think you’d look good in this,” Issei said, holding up a black leather choker with hearts punched out and a metal ring on it.

“Mmm,” you hummed. “What’s the ring for?”

“Here,” Issei said, waving you closer to him. He carefully wrapped the choker around your neck. He gestured for you to look in the mirror.

“It’s cute but you didn’t answer my question,” you said, turning towards him.

He smirked at you. He reached out and grabbed the ring with two fingers, pulling you against his body.

“It’s for… a lot of things,” Issei murmured into your ear.

Your throat tightened as Issei leaned down, still holding onto the ring. He used his free hand to brush your hair out of your face, then grabbed your chin, tilting your head up. His thumb dragged against your bottom lip as he stared down at you. Teasingly, you opened your mouth and playfully bit his thumb as your tongue pressed against it.

“I’ll buy it for you,” Issei said, suddenly stepping back from you. You struggled to keep your breathing normal as he removed the choker from your neck. “You want anything else?”

You shook your head. Issei nodded and brushed past you. Like a lost puppy, you followed after him, quickly attaching yourself to his arm as he placed the choker on the counter.

“Is this all?” The cashier asked. Issei glanced around the counter, looking at the little impulse products.

“And this,” Issei said, grabbing a chain bracelet. “That’s all.”

You watched as Issei handed over a couple of bills, his large hands dwarfing the money. The cashier handed over the bag and wished you well as you exited.

“Come here,” Issei said, stepping into an alley and leaning against the building. You stood in front of him as he reached into the bag and pulled out the bracelet. “Push your sleeve up a little.”

You shoved your sweater sleeve to your elbow, holding your arm out to him. Issei silently wrapped the bracelet around your wrist and latched it. Then he undid one of his own bracelets, a thin, leather cord, and added it to your wrist.

“There we go,” Issei said, smiling at your wrist before looking up at you. “I’ll make you my little goth girl yet.”

“Your little goth girl?” You asked. Issei lifted your wrist, pressing his lips against the inside of your wrist.

“Yeah, mine,” he said. He grabbed your hips and pulled you against him. “Can I kiss you, baby?”

“Please,” you breathed, fisting his jacket tightly. He caressed your cheek before leaning down. His forehead rested against yours for just a moment. His dark eyes met yours as his hand on your waist tightened.

“You’re so cute,” he mumbled. You couldn’t wait any longer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to where you could finally press your lips against his.

Issei smiled into the kiss.

“Impatient, much?” He whispered, lips brushing against your ear.

“Very,” you said, pulling him into another kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth as his hands went back to your hips, pulling you flush against him. You whined as he pulled back.

“We should get back to your place,” he said. He wiped the transferred lip gloss off of his lips before straightening up. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the alley.

“Can we stop here real quick?” You asked as you came up to a pharmacy.

“Sure, baby,” he said. You smiled widely and pulled him inside.

You grabbed a bottle of painkillers and pulled Issei up to the register. Suddenly, all of your confidence disappeared.

“Anything else?” The cashier asked. You hesitated.

“Um, uh…”

“Can we get a box of condoms, please?” Issei asked. “Extra-large.”

You squeezed his hand tightly.

“Issei!” You hissed. He looked down at you.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asked, smirking. “I knew what you wanted when we came in.”

You pouted. “I could’ve wanted something else,” you grumbled.

“Did you?” Issei asked.

You glared at him as he smiled widely at the flustered cashier, handing him the money and shoving the painkillers and condoms into his pocket.

“Come on, you little demon,” Issei said, tugging you outside.

“So, extra-large?” You asked, slyly.

Issei laughed. “Oh, honey.”

“What?” You demanded as the two of you finally reached your apartment building.

“You’re too cute,” Issei said, ushering you into the elevator. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

You swallowed thickly. The elevator seemed like it was going backwards. By the time it finally reached your floor, you were half ready to say fuck it and blow Issei in the elevator.

“Ladies first,” Issei said, letting you out of the elevator. You practically dragged Issei down the hallway. All the while, he laughed as you frantically unlocked your door and shoved him through it.

You slammed the door behind you, locking it. Issei had bent over, unlacing his boots.

“No time,” you whined, tugging his arm towards your bedroom.

“Baby, be patient,” Issei smirked, finally kicking his boots off. He let you pull him into your room with a smile on his face.

“Don’t wanna be patient,” you said. You haphazardly kicked your shoes off and pushed Issei towards the bed until his legs pressed against it and he sat down on the pale pink comforter.

“Come here,” Issei said, wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs and pulling you forward. You wrapped your arms around his neck and straddled his thighs. “You gonna listen to me, baby?”

You nodded as his hands slid under your skirt, cupping your ass.

“Good girl,” he said. He stood up and laid you down on the bed. You looked up at him as he towered over you.

“Issei,” you whined, reaching up for him. He pushed his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor before crawling up between your legs.

“You whine too much,” he whispered, dragging his lips along your neck. “I guess you and Oikawa really are related.”

“Issei, please,” you begged as his large hands pushed under your sweater, bunching the chunky fabric under your boobs. The pads of his fingers were warm and rough against your skin, a sharp contrast to the cool smoothness from the many rings on his fingers.

“What do you want, baby?” Issei cooed, pressing kisses from your jaw to your collarbones.

God, you couldn’t think straight. Past the cool metal on your sides and Issei’s hot breath against your neck, you were struggling to even remember to breathe.

“Come on, be a good girl and tell me what you want, baby,” Issei said with a chuckle.

You let out a high pitched whine. Your hands came up, tangling your small fingers in dark brown curls. You tugged against them, whimpering as Issei’s teeth sunk into the sensitive flesh of your throat.

“You,” you said. “Want you.”

“Gotta be more specific, baby,” Issei said. His long fingers teased the hem of your bra, never daring to go further than the underwire. He pressed his tongue against the stinging bite mark on your neck.

You blinked, trying to clear some of the fuzz from your brain, if only to tell him to stop teasing you.

“Please, please,” you moaned, bucking your hips up in an inane effort to relieve some of the tension building in your cunt. “Fuck me, ‘Sei, please. Want your cock in me.”

Issei laughed against your skin. He pulled back, kneeling between your legs. He pushed your sweater up, pulling it over your head and tossing it on the floor.

“Come here,” he ordered, pulling you up. He leaned back against his ankles, pulling your legs around his waist and holding you against him. His lips molded against yours, biting your bottom lip as his hands rubbed along your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he undid your bra. He growled when the straps stopped him from pulling it completely off. Before you could pull back, he’d ripped the straps, pulling your bra off and throwing it away.

“‘Sei,” you whined against his lips.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, letting his hands cup your thighs, pulling you tighter against his body. You moaned as your cunt rubbed against his bulge.

Issei pushed you back down. He tugged his sweater off before leaning over you, completely closing you in.

“Daddy,” you murmured as he gently caressed your cheek. His other hand wandered down, pushing under your skirt and underwear like they weren’t there.

“So wet,” Issei groaned. “Just for me, sweet girl?”

You nodded. Issei smiled down at you, leaning down and kissing your nose. You cried out as his fingers pressed down on your clit.

“I-Issei!” You moaned, moving your hips against his fingers.

He clicked his tongue. “So fucking impatient,” he said, eyes dark. His hand pulled out of your skirt and he scooted down the bed, coming face to face with your cunt. “Daddy’s going to teach you some fucking manners.”

You gasped as he ripped your skirt, stockings and panties down in one go, leaving you bare with one quick motion. Issei laughed as you tried to close your legs, easily pushing them apart. You quickly threw your hands down, covering your lower body.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Issei cooed, kissing your fingers as his arms wrapped around your thighs. Your entire body burned with embarrassment as he peppered kisses on your hands and inner thighs. “Let Daddy see that sweet, little cunt of yours. Please, baby? I promise I’ll take care of it. Just wanna see your pretty pussy. It’s so wet and warm; it’s just begging me to taste it.”

Issei’s tongue teased your fingers. He moaned at the small taste he got of your juices. He thrusted against your bed, like the mere thought of tasting you was getting him worked up.

“I’ve never had someone…” you hesitated, “go down on me before.”

“Oh, baby,” Issei said sweetly. “Don’t be embarrassed. Daddy can make you feel so good. Don’t you wanna cum on Daddy’s tongue? Let me taste you, sweetheart. You smell so fucking delicious. I wanna taste that sweet cunt. It’s so fucking tempting, just crying for my tongue.”

You bit your lip as Issei’s fingers dug into your plush thighs, spreading your legs even more. You slowly pulled your hands away, covering your face.

“Uh-uh, baby,” Issei said, lightly pinching one of your thighs. “I wanna see your cute, little face as I make you fall apart.”

You moved your hands to your sides, fisting the pink comforter below you.

Issei hummed with contentment. He kissed both of your thighs before nuzzling your cunt. Your face burned.

“Fuck, you smell so sweet,” he hissed. He bit his bottom lip as he glanced up at you. Upon seeing your embarrassed face, he gave you a wink. “So cute.”

His tongue slowly dragged along your slit, teasingly easing you into a sense of security. You moaned, softly, almost too quiet for Issei to hear, but the small sound gave him all the encouragement he needed.

“Oh!” You gasped as his lips wrapped around your clit. Your fists tightened in the blanket as Issei suckled the little nub. Issei glanced up at you, never stopping his hungry sucking. Your face was glowing, eyes clenched shut and lips puckered in a tiny ‘o’ shape. The blush on your face trailed down to your chest and the tips of your ears. Issei opened his mouth and pointed his tongue, flicking your clit. Your mouth fell open in a loud, wanton moan.

Issei moaned against you, vibrating you to your very core. He desperately rutted against your mattress, his cock threatening to escape his tight jeans.

“Fuck, baby,” Issei groaned, pulling you closer to his face. His tongue circled your clit before trailing down, teasing your opening. He closed his eyes, savouring the taste of you on his tongue as he forced it into your core.

“Issei!” You cried. Your hands released the blanket, flying to his curls. You gripped his hair, forcing his tongue deeper. “Fuck, you’re so good, Daddy, please!”

Issei gripped your thighs tighter as they started clamping around his head. He fucked your hole with his tongue, nose bumping your clit. His hips were still grinding against the bed. Fuck, he was so overwhelmed by you! Every breath was full of your scent, every taste bud coated in your sweet juices. Every time he opened his eyes, all he could see was you. Even his hands were full of your plump, soft thighs, just begging to be groped and kissed. Fuck, everything about you was making his cock harder. Every tensing of your thighs had his hips jutting out, every tug of his hair had his head spinning, every gush of your juices had his cock twitching.

His cock was throbbing under the dark denim of his jeans, begging to cum in his pants like a fourteen year old virgin.

“Daddy,” you whined. His dark eyes flashed up at you as his tongue pressed against your clit. You bit back another moan as his eyes stared up at you intensely. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my tongue, sweetie,” Issei said, briefly pulling away from your cunt. His tongue buried itself inside of you again. Issei ate you out like he’d been made for it, like eating you out was the only way to salvation.

His hands were so tight around your thighs, you could already feel the imprints of his rings forming.

God, your head was spinning. Everything felt so… electrifying. Every sweep of his tongue had your thighs twitching, threatening to clamp around Issei’s head, holding his face in your cunt until you’d had your fill. Every graze of his teeth sent shockwaves up your spine. Your stomach was tightening, your muscles were retracting, threatening to snap.

And, almost better than Issei’s tongue, was the undeniable fact that he was enjoying this as much as, if not more than, you were. His low moans vibrated your cunt, his hips were thrusting against the bed, and his arms were like snakes around your thighs, tightening around them in an effort to completely bury his face in your heat. You weren’t even sure how he was breathing, buried so deeply between your thighs.

His lips wrapped around your clit again, alternating between harsh sucks and teasing licks. Your eyes closed as your lower body tensed. Even your fingers in his hair froze, gripping his curls like a lifeline.

A moan fell out of your mouth as Issei pressed his tongue against your clit. Issei’s nails bit into your smooth skin, trying, in vain, to get your hips to stay still. You hadn’t even realised your hips were moving, desperately thrusting your cunt against his tongue.

“Ah, Daddy,” you whined as he forced his tongue back into your hole. The warmth of his tongue against your walls and his nose against your clit was too much. Your eyes clenched closed as your mouth fell open with a silent moan. Your cunt gushed, flooding Issei’s mouth with your sweet juices. He drank it up just as quickly as it came out, swallowing every drop you offered him.

His tongue continued lapping at your spent cunt, even after your orgasm had faded. Your oversensitive cunt clenched every time his tongue teased your clit. The pleasure was sharper than before, sending shockwaves all along your body every time his tongue touched you.

You whimpered as he sucked your clit harshly, trying to force anything he could out of you. Once your body finally started cooperating again, your hands forced his mouth away from your tingling cunt, pulling him away by the hair.

“Issei,” you begged, pushing him away from your aching cunt. He finally unwrapped his arms from your thighs, looking up at you. His eyes were bright, sparkling with excitement, almost his whole face was glistening with your slick and his lips were pulled up in a very happy smile. He climbed up, once again over you.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, not looking sorry at all. “You just taste so fucking good; I could spend hours with my face buried in your pretty pussy. And you’re so sensitive after you cum. Your little cunt just clenching around nothing, begging for something to fill you up. Fuck, I almost came in my fucking jeans just tasting you. And you were so pretty cumming on my tongue. Eyes closed and your tiny, little tongue poking out of your mouth.”

Issei grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open.

“Let me see that cute tongue,” he said, eyes still sparkling. You poked your tongue out obediently. Issei moaned quietly. “Good girl.”

He pressed his thumb against the pink muscle. You wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking and swirling your tongue around it.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, forcing his thumb deeper in your mouth. You gagged slightly, small hands coming up to wrap around his wrist. You glanced up at him through your eyelashes. He was staring down at you intently, watching with fascination as you sucked his thumb, somehow still looking so innocent even when doing something so lewd. Just watching you tease him was making his cock jump.

“Gonna have you gagging on my cock like that one day,” Issei purred. “I bet you’ll still look so sweet and innocent even with my cock down your throat. It’s those eyes, so pretty and sweet.”

You blushed as he pulled his hand away. He leaned back on his ankles, looking down at you as you shimmied up to lean against your head rest. Your lower lip stuck out, like a petulant child.

“Uh-uh,” Issei said, grabbing your bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t like pouty girls.”

His words only made you pout more. You glared up at him, with all the heat of a newborn kitten. You even crossed your arms like a child.

“I am a pouty girl,” you huffed out. Issei laughed at you, which, if anything, made you even more bratty.

“My little brat,” he snickered, releasing your lip. “You know what I do with brats?”

You just glared at him as he smiled down at you, a sadistic twinkle in his deep, brown eyes.

“I leave and let them handle themselves,” he said after you refused to speak. “You think you can make yourself cum as good as I can? Are you that confident? If you’re going to be a brat, I can find someone who’s ready to be a good girl for Daddy. You want me to go find another little cunt to take my cock? I’ll be honest, though- I’ll miss your sweet, little cunt. The way you were made for me. I didn’t even get to feel your tight, little hole stretching around my cock, but I know your pussy was made to take it. Don’t you want to be a good girl so you can feel what a real cock is like? Or do I have to go fill up some second rate pussy because you want to be a brat?”

Your lower lip wobbled as Issei scolded you. Your eyes burned and filled with salty tears. God, you felt weak! Who was he to come into your life and just completely take you over? No other person had ever been able to tame you, especially not someone you’d just met hours ago. But, already with just a few words and a couple of threats, Issei had broken you. God! You would probably be ashamed of yourself in the morning, but right now? Right now, you needed Issei like you needed oxygen. So, with absolutely zero hesitation, you threw yourself into Issei’s long and muscular arms, sobbing into his neck while your arms wrapped around his chest, holding him tightly.

“D-Don’t find someone else!” You cried, tears falling down your cheeks and dripping onto Issei’s shoulder. “I’m the only one that can have your cock! I was made for it! I need you, I want you to fill me up, show me how a real cock feels! Please, Daddy, don’t replace me!”

Issei rubbed his hands up and down your back, soothing you as you cried.

“Shh, Daddy’s not going to replace you, sweetheart,” Issei said softly. “Daddy was just teasing you. I promise I won’t find anyone else, baby.”

Your sobs died down at his words, and you nodded into his shoulder, sniffling.

“Hey, look at me, sweetie,” Issei said, gently pulling you back. He cupped your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Look at me, sweet girl.” You glanced up at him, eyes still watery and eyelashes wet with tears. “I would never replace you, okay? You’re my baby girl. I’m sorry I said some mean things, but I promise I didn’t mean them. Just like you were made for me, I was made for you. You understand? You’re mine and I’m yours. Are you okay, baby? What do you want me to do to fix this?”

You sniffled again, raising your hand and placing it on top of Issei’s, leaning into his touch. “I understand, Daddy. I’m okay. You didn’t mean to hurt my feelings.”

“And what do you want me to do to fix it?” Issei asked, stroking your cheek.

You turned your head and kissed his palm, nuzzling his hand. Issei smiled at you.

“Sweet girl,” he murmured.

“I want…” You trailed off.

“What is it, baby? Anything you want,” Issei said, leaning down and resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll give you anything, sweetheart.” His eyes closed as you kissed his nose.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” you mumbled quietly, too embarrassed to say it any louder. Issei’s eyes shot open, looking at you with surprise.

“Are you sure, baby? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said. “We can do anything you want. We can make something to eat or sleep or watch a movie or anything.”

“I know, Daddy,” you said. “But I want to feel your cock in me, please. I need it in me. My pussy was made for you, remember? I was made for you. I just want you to really make me yours. I wanna be filled with your cum, Daddy, please. I can’t wait; it hurts not being stretched out by you.”

Your eyes started watering again, heart aching with the possibility that Issei didn’t want you anymore. You crawled on him, straddling his hips and grinding your aching and needy cunt against the rough denim.

“Please, I need your cock, Daddy,” you whimpered, teary eyed. Issei moaned lowly as his cock started hardening again under your leaking pussy.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he swore, grabbing your hips and guiding them against his cock. “Daddy needs your pretty pussy, too, baby. I need to feel you wrapped around me, your tight cunt milking my cock. Fuck! Need you so bad, sweetie.”

Issei forced you down as he crept over you, completely dwarfing your small body under him.

“Don’t move,” he whispered, lips ghosting against your neck. “I’ll spank your ass all night if you move even an inch, do you hear me? Say ‘yes sir’ if you understand.”

“Yes sir,” you said. Issei kissed you sweetly before climbing off the bed. You watched as he left your room, not bothering to close the door. You itched to follow after him, just wanting to be close to him, but you didn’t dare move. You just knew he’d make good on his promise and you would actually like to be able to sit at some point over the next week.

Issei smiled at you as he finally re-entered the room, holding your new choker in his hand. He leaned down and kissed you again before pushing his jeans down, finally, finally, revealed his cock.

Your eyes widened as his cock bobbed heavily. Your mouth fucking watered as you took in the sight. His cock was godly. You’d get on your knees and worship it if he’d ask. Pray to it every night and sing its praises.

Long. Inches longer than your last ex and he hadn’t even been that small! And thick, good god, he was thick. You knew from sight alone that your fingers wouldn’t even be close to meeting. Issei was gifted, in every sense of the word. And judging by the way he spoke, and the way he was smirking at you, told you that not only was he gifted, but he fucking knew how to use it.

“My eyes are up here,” Issei teased, breaking your train of thought. You glanced up at him, eyes sparkling. “Tell me what you’re thinking, baby.”

“I’m thinking that I’m the luckiest person in Japan,” you said. “And I’m thinking about how good you’re going to feel inside me.”

“Not wondering how it’s all going to fit?” He asked.

“My pussy was made for you, Daddy,” you said, sitting up. “That’s my cock.”

“Oh?” Issei asked, cocking an eyebrow. “It’s yours, is it?”

You nodded.

“Then that pussy, that’s mine, right?” Issei asked, leaning over so you were face to face.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, nodding. “I’m yours, Daddy. Every part of me.”

“That’s a good answer, sweet girl,” Issei said, smiling at you. He straightened up. “Come here.”

You scrambled out of bed, standing in front of him.

“I want you on your knees,” he said. “Now.”

You dropped to your knees, folding your hands in your lap as you faced his heavy cock. You fought against the urge to wrap your hands around it, taking it in your mouth until Issei came down your throat.

“Look up at me,” he ordered, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

You gazed up, focusing on his dark eyes as he looked down at you.

He sighed. “Doesn’t this just feel right, baby? Like you’re finally in your rightful place? Kneeling at my feet, sitting so prettily. You even have your hands right. You’re such a good girl.”

Issei patted your head like a dog. You would hate it, if you could properly think. Or if it was anyone else. You were coming to learn that Issei just simply wasn’t like anyone else.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you said, still looking up at him.

“For what, baby?” He asked.

“For allowing me to kneel at your feet,” you said, softly. “For letting me look at you. I love pleasing you.”

Issei smiled at you. “Oh, that’s my girl. So grateful and sweet. You’re perfect, sweetie. So perfect for me. No one else can tame you like this, can they?”

“No, Daddy,” you said. “Only you.”

“Follow me,” he said, turning away from you. You nearly mourned the loss of his cock in your face. You made to stand up before you felt Issei’s heavy hand on your shoulder, forcing you back to your knees. “Did I say stand?”

“No, Daddy,” you said. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Good, now come,” Issei said, walking across your room. You crawled after him, hissing as the hard wood bit into your palms and knees.

“Does it hurt, baby?” Issei cooed as he sat in the oversized lounge chair against the wall. You nodded as you kneeled at his feet once again. He grabbed the soft throw pillow behind him and placed it at his feet. “There you go, baby. Does that feel better?”

You nodded, comfortably settling on the plush pillow. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” he said, smiling. He held out your new choker. “Do you want to wear this for me? You can say no. Do you have a safe word?”

You chewed your bottom lip, thinking about it for a moment. You could already feel the smooth leather against your throat, snuggly wrapped around it. You could also feel the way it would tighten when Issei tugged on it, restricting your breathing and depriving you of much needed oxygen.

“Please, Daddy,” you said, voice wavering with excitement. Issei once again patted your head, smiling widely at you. “My safe word is pineapple.”

“That’s my girl,” he praised, carefully wrapping the choker around your neck and tightening it just enough so that it fit just snuggly enough that you could still breathe deeply. Issei looped his fingers into the o-ring, tugging on it lightly. “Now, come here.”

He tugged the o-ring, forcing you to follow. He lifted you up and pulled you into his lap. He cradled you to his chest, holding you tightly. You tucked your head into his neck and carefully manoeuvred your body until you could feel his cock pressing against your ass.

You both stayed silent as he held you. One of his hands gently caressed your arm while the other held your side tightly, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. Your eyes felt heavy, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. You had nearly drifted to sleep when Issei finally spoke.

“I want you to be mine,” he murmured, pulling away and looking down at you. You hummed, sleepily. “Listen to me.”

“‘m listening,” you mumbled. “I am yours.”

Issei shook his head. “Not just right now. I want you to be mine tomorrow and the day after that and next week and next month and next year. I want you to be mine every day until we pass to our next lives and then I want you to be mine all over again.”

You smiled. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, if you’re mine, then I’ll be yours,” he said, smiling softly at you.

“Hmm…” you hummed. “Deal.”

Issei leaned down, kissing you so deeply your head spun.

“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered.

You nuzzled his neck, kissing him softly. You playfully bit him, sucking lightly. A deep, quiet moan rumbled through him as your tongue soothed the fresh bruise. Issei rearranged you, your body moving pliantly under his hands until you were straddling him. You could feel his cock throbbing against your pussy, sitting comfortably between your folds.

“You gonna take my cock, pretty girl?” Issei asked, holding your hips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you nodded.

“I told you,” you said. “I was made for your cock.”

“Then take it, baby,” he challenged. “Take it all like a good girl. It’s yours.”

You bit your lip as you reached down, grabbing his cock. His head fell back as you gathered the precum on the tip and pumped his length once, twice before carefully lining up his fat head with your tiny opening. Issei looked back at you lazily, eyes half lidded.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asked, lazily smiling with amusement. “My cock too big for you? Need me to bully it into you little pussy?”

You huffed. “I can do it,” you said, determined. Your teeth dug into your fleshy bottom lip as you sank down. The tip stretched your hole like nothing had before. The sharp stinging made you want to cry. Your vision went blurry as tears filled your eyes.

“Why don’t I stretch you out a little first, huh? I don’t want you to hurt yourself, sweetie,” Issei said, watching you with worry. You shook your head, stubbornly.

“Just give me a minute,” you said, voice watery. Issei furrowed his brows before kissing a stray tear away.

“Baby, don’t feel bad,” he said, wiping a few tears away with his thumb. “You don’t have to strain yourself.”

You gasped as the head finally popped in. It stretched your walls to their limit, burning as you stilled. You gasped again, overwhelmed by such an extreme stretch. Issei’s fingers dug into your hips.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he said, hand moving to your lower back. He rubbed circles on either side of your spine, trying to sooth you. “Baby, please, let me help you.”

You relaxed against his chest as his fingers massaged your tight muscles. You shook your head again, slowly sinking down a few more inches. You swallowed thickly, pausing so your body could adjust.

“Baby,” Issei pleaded. You looked up at him. His dark eyes were glassy and his face looked pained. “I don’t want you taking my cock.”

“But I can do it!” You insisted. “I want to!”

“You’re hurting yourself,” he said. “Let me stretch you out and, then, you can have my cock for as long as you want.”

You swallowed hard. You gripped Issei’s shoulders, digging your nails in as you slowly lifted yourself up. Your thighs shook and Issei had to hold you up. He pulled you against his chest, burying his face in your neck.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he said, pecking your neck. He lifted you up easily, carrying you to the bed and gently laying you down. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to give you my cock soon, okay? As soon as I prep you, I’ll fill you up just how you want. I’ll even let you just warm it if you want, for as long as you want. I just want you to feel good, baby.”

You nodded, biting your lip as he spread your legs. He glanced up at you, mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Can you get these wet for me, sweetheart?” He asked, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed his wrist pulling his hand to your face, slowly sucking two of his fingers into your mouth. You closed your eyes as you focused on how his fingers felt against your tongue, long and callused from years of volleyball and carrying caskets. Your tongue pressed against the cool metal of a chunky ring and you hummed. You vaguely heard Issei groan as your tongue ran along the length of his fingers.

“That enough?” You asked, pulling back. Spit was dribbling down your chin and Issei’s fingers glistened.

“Perfect,” he said. He leaned down and pressed a kiss right above your mound before pressing his thumb to your clit and slowly feeding his fingers into your core. You moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out, not particularly stretching you, but just letting you feel the way his fingers dragged against your walls, every once in a while brushing against that spot inside you.

“More, please,” you whined after the slide of his fingers became smoother. “Can I have more, please?”

Issei chuckled. “So polite,” he teased. “I guess I’ll give you more.”

He thrusted his fingers back in before stretching them out, each finger pressed against opposite sides, stretching your walls deliciously. You gasped as he pulled out and pushed three fingers in. He curled them up, dragging directly against that spot. You reached down, looking for something to grab. Issei used his free hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as he continued to stretch you out.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Issei said, squeezing your hand. “You’ll be taking my cock in no time. Are you excited, baby?”

“Yes, yes,” you moaned. “Can’t wait to take your cock, need it stretching me out.”

“Just a bit longer, sweetie,” he said. His fingers twisted deep inside you. “You look so pretty taking my fingers, I just know you’re going to look even cuter on my cock. Your little mouth is going to fall open and that cute little tongue of yours is going to poke out. You’re going to look so adorable, drunk on my cock. Probably going to get that empty look in your eyes like earlier when you first saw it. That’s all you can think about, isn’t it? Using my cock to get off. That’s okay, baby, you can use it however you want. What was it you said earlier? It’s your cock?”

You nodded dumbly, too overwhelmed with his fingers in your cunt to speak.

“What’s the matter?” Issei asked. “Is my baby too fucked out to speak? Just a couple of fingers in your cunt and you go dumb, huh? How are you supposed to take my cock if you can’t even handle my fingers? Can you even hear me through that empty head of yours? Come on, talk to me, little dummy.”

Your mouth hung open as Issei’s fingers sped up, your soaked pussy making the lewdest squelching sounds with every thrust.

“I thought I told you to speak,” Issei hissed, driving his fingers in deeper.

You sucked in a sharp breath. “Issei, Daddy…” You moaned, back arching.

“That’s it; tell me what you want, dummy,” he cooed.

“Cock,” you gasped. “Please, want your cock, Daddy.”

“You think you’re ready?” Issei asked. “I don’t know. You’re this dumb off my fingers…”

“Please, Daddy, please,” you cried. “I-I-I…”

“It’s okay, baby, calm down,” he said. “Daddy’s just teasing you, yeah? I don’t mind my baby being a little dumb. Just means you need me more, right? You need me to help you. You’re just too stupid to do anything yourself. Don’t worry, Daddy’s always going to help his baby. That’s what Daddy’s for.”

“Daddy,” you whined. Issei pulled away from you, pulling his fingers from your core, leaving you gaping and empty. He casually licked his fingers, ignoring your whining and begging to please fuck me, please, Daddy.

“What is it, baby?” Issei cooed, finally sparing you a glance. “Do you need something?”

You glared at him, weakly, head too fuzzy to actually put effort into it. He laughed, throwing his head back, showing off his Adam's apple.

“Oh, you’re so cute,” he said, puckering his lips. “That desperate for my cock?”

You pouted as he teased you.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he said. “What did I say about pouty little girls?”

“But I’m your pouty little girl!” You argued. Issei laughed again.

“Damn, I guess you’re right,” he said. “I guess I’ll just have to deal with a pouty little girl.”

“Forever,” you grumbled. “Even in the next life.”

“I guess I’ll get over it then,” he said, smiling. “But do you really want to pout when I’m about to give you what you want?”

A wide smile broke across your face. Issei poked your cheek, leaning over you.

“There’s that sweet smile,” he said. “You really want my cock, is that right, baby? You want me to force my cock in your tight, little hole? Fill you up til you’re full, hanging off my cock with not a thought in your cute, little head?” He knocked two of his knuckles against your temple. “My empty headed little baby.”

“Daddy, please,” you begged, running your hands down his tattooed chest. “I need your cock.”

“You need it?” He asked, smirking as his hands slowly followed your sides. “What’ll happen if you don’t get it, huh?” One of his hands left your body, grabbing his thick cock, squeezing it lightly as he pumped it. “You’ll cry? Throw a fit and find another cock to satisfy you? Well, my sweet girl,” he paused as he pressed the fat tip of his cock against your weeping cunt, dragging it through your folds before lining it up with your hole. “no cock will ever be good enough for you after mine.”

With that, he snapped his hips forward, forcing his cock deep into your pussy. You let out a puff as all the wind was knocked out of your lungs. Even with all the stretching he’d done, his cock stretched you more than you could’ve imagined. Your thighs shook and ached with the stretch. As you caught your breath, Issei laughed, pressing down on the small bump at the base of your stomach.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, using his other hand to cup your face. “Thought you wanted my cock? You haven’t even taken all of it yet.”

You glanced down, tears blurring your vision as you saw the couple of inches still not inside you. The head of his cock was already firmly against your cervix.

“How’s it feel, sweetie? Is it everything you wanted?” He asked, wiping away a tear. You nodded, overwhelmed by just how full you were. His cock was heavy against your walls, fitting so snuggly in you that you could feel every detail of it, from the veins that ran along it to the smooth metal of the few piercings that lined the underside that you had somehow overlooked earlier.

“Tell me how it feels,” Issei said, still not moving. “Or are you already too cock drunk to speak?”

You forced your brain to actually think past the incredible feeling of his cock, that had started lightly pulsing.

“Feels, hnng…” your eyes rolled back as you struggled to speak. You could barely concentrate from the way your walls kept clenching around him, trying vainly to take him deeper. “Good. So… good, Daddy. The best.”

“The best?” Issei smirked. “My cock’s the best you’ve ever had, after just putting it in? Those other cocks never could satisfy you, could they?” You shook your head. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll never have to take another cock again. I’ll give you mine whenever you want. Daddy’s cock is all you need, isn’t it?”

You nodded. “Daddy’s cock is all I need,” you mumbled. “No one else, just Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he said. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. “Now, I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. You’re my little cocksleeve. I wanna see that cute, little face you make when I make you dumb. Keep your eyes on me, got it? I don’t want you looking away from me while I use your sweet pussy to get off. I wanna watch you fall apart on my cock. Look at me.” You met his eyes. “If you look away from me while I’m being so nice, fucking your pussy just how you want, I’m going to punish you, even if you are my sweet girl. Say ‘yes sir’ if you understand.”

“Yes sir,” you said. Issei smiled down at you, taking your lips with his briefly before he slowly started pulling out.

You whimpered as his cock dragged along your walls, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. Your hands reached up, grabbing on to your headboard before he grabbed your hips. His fingers pressed into your skin painfully. Issei looked down at you as he buried his cock in you again, slower this time, pushing harder against your cervix.

“That’s it,” he moaned to himself. He glanced down at where your cunt was stretched around his cock. His balls were pressed against your ass as he bottomed out. He grunted as your walls spasmed around him, unused to the foreign stretch.

“Daddy,” you moaned softly, still looking up at him. His eyes snapped back to yours.

“Doing so good, sweetheart,” he said. “Taking my cock all the way. I told you you were made for me. Your little cunt’s just swallowing me whole. It still feels good?”

You nodded. “Fuck me, Daddy. I’ve been patient, like a good girl. You promised.”

Issei moaned as he looped his fingers through the o-ring on your choker. He pulled you up by the choker, leaning back on his ankles and pulling you into his lap, forcing his cock somehow even deeper. You cried out as your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands gripped your ass.

“That’s my girl,” he moaned, carefully lifting your ass and dropping you back down his cock. He bounced you steadily, relishing in the sweet sounds you made every time his cock kissed your cervix. You whined quietly as he bounced you faster. His skin slapped softly against yours, adding to the symphony of sounds filling the room.

Issei buried his head in your shoulder kissing and licking and sucking your skin as you cried and moaned and babbled about how good his cock felt. Your back was arching and your fingernails were searching Issei’s back for purchase, leaving red marks that would last for days. If Issei had it his way after this, they’d be there as permanently as his tattoos for the rest of his life.

“You feel how deep I am, baby?” Issei rumbled, tangling one hand in your hair and pulling you back. “Here, give me your hand.” He slid your hand down your own body, stopping at the base of your stomach where you could feel his cock constantly moving in and out of you. You could feel his cock nudging your hand every time you sank back down on it. He moaned as you pressed down.

“That’s me, baby,” he said, pulling you down on his cock and stilling you. “That’s my cock filling you up and stretching you out.” You stared down at the bulge, your fingers dancing across it.

“You’re so deep,” you marvelled. You pressed down again, moaning in harmony with Issei.

“You’re so precious,” Issei said, running his thumb along your cheekbone. “Taking me so deep. No one else could ever take my cock like you can. And your cunt is wrapped so tight around me, fuck. It just keeps sucking me back in every time I try to pull out. Like it knows how badly you want my cock in you. I never wanna leave this pussy. Wanna keep you on my cock forever, filling you up just how you like.”

“Issei,” you moaned, dropping your forehead against his shoulder.

“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want,” he said, pulling you closer until your body was flush against his.

“Want you to cum in me,” you said, almost begging.

“Oh, you want my cum filling your womb?” Issei asked. “You want me to fill you up with my baby? Just keep filling you up til it sticks?”

“Yes, yes, please!” You cried, bucking your hips against him. “Wanna be swollen with your baby. Fill me up, please.”

Issei’s chest rumbled as he fought against the urge to press you into the mattress, face down as he fucked into you from behind until he finally fulfilled your wish.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He tossed you off of him, watching as you stared at him with wide eyes. “If you want a baby, I’ll fucking fill you up until you have one.”

He flipped you over on your stomach, pulling your hips up until you were on your knees, presenting your sopping pussy so prettily as your back arched. His hands ran over your back, pushing until your face was buried in the soft cushion of some pink plushie that lived on your bed.

“Issei!” You cried as he bullied his cock into your pussy, his eyes rolling back as you choked his cock.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned, hips slapping against your ass.

Drool trailed down your cheek, pooling on the soft fabric of your plushie. Issei’s hand pressed down on your face, pushing you deeper into the bed. His other hand wound around you, fingers circling your clit just as fast as his hips moved.

“Fuck, so good,” Issei grunted. Your walls gripped him like a vice, clenching and spasming around his cock. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby, fuck. Clenching around me so good. Your pussy’s so fucking good, god damn.”

Issei babbled on about how good you were taking him with every thrust, his hips moved on their own, he couldn’t get enough of you. The hand on your face grabbed the back of your choker, pulling you against him. You moaned loudly as your back pressed against his chest.

“Cum!” You moaned. “Gonna cum, please, please!”

“Fuck, g’head and cum, baby,” he growled. “Cum on my cock like a good girl.”

His fingers moved faster on your clit, his other hand wrapped around your throat, holding you up. You cried out as your pussy tightened around him before you fucking broke. A high pitched whine left your lips as you gushed around him, eyes rolling back and your head falling. The only thing keeping you from falling face first into the bed was Issei’s hand around your throat. Your eyes watered with overstimulation as his fingers never left your clit and his hips moved even faster.

“Ah, ah,” Issei moaned, his hand squeezing your throat as his hips stuttered. “Baby, I’m gonna fill you up, yeah? You still want my cum? Fuck, let me cum in your pussy, please. Please, sweetie, it’s, ah, it’s so fucking tight. Let me fill you up, please, please.”

You couldn’t respond, just arching your back to give him better access to what he wanted.

“Thank you, thank you, thank- fuck, fuck, fuck!” Issei whined as his cock throbbed deep inside of you, spilling his creamy seed in your walls. “Ah, fuck, take it, just like that, sweetie. So fucking good for me.”

Issei’s hand lifted from your throat and you collapsed bonelessly in a heap. Issei slowly slid his softening cock out of you, hissing as the cool air hit his sensitive skin, and collapsed next to you, breathing heavily.

You struggled to calm your breathing, heart beating out of your chest as Issei lazily pulled you onto his chest. He wrapped his arms loosely around you as you rested your head on his tatted pec.

“Alright, baby?” He asked, softly drawing shapes on your back.

You hummed, too tired to actually speak. You traced the tattoo of a skull right under Issei’s neck. You frowned at the uncomfortable feeling of bodily fluids drying on your thighs. You’d have to change that, but you opted to ignore it for the time being.

“Let me get this off,” Issei mumbled, fiddling with your choker before finally pulling it off and tossing it to the empty side of the bed.

“‘m sticky,” you said, lips pressed against inked skin.

“You want to shower?” Issei asked. You nodded. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then.”

Issei carefully pulled you to the edge of the bed before picking you up. Your legs curled around him and your arms hung around his neck as he carried you into the bathroom. He sat you down on the edge of the tub as he messed with the knobs.

“Ready?” He asked once the water heated up. You held your arms up, wordlessly asking for his help. He smiled at you, helping you up to your shaky legs and under the water stream. He held your hips tightly, holding you upright as you moaned from the hot water.

“Feels good,” you said. The hot water beat against your tense muscles, rinsing the dried sweat from your skin. Issei reached around, grabbing a washcloth and your body wash. He scrubbed your back gently, turning you around and repeating on your chest and stomach. He smiled as you hugged around his waist, leaning against him as the water washed away the suds.

“Let me finish cleaning you up,” he said. He kneeled down, running the washcloth over your thighs and legs, carefully avoiding getting soap on your sensitive areas. “You look so cute with my cum leaking out of you.”

Your face burned as passed you the washcloth, carefully using his fingers to remove the rest of his cum from your cunt. He smiled up at you as your legs shook and your hands clung to his shoulders. He let the water wash away all the grime before standing back up.

“Your turn,” you said. He leaned down and peppered your face with kisses, finally pecking your lips before letting you wash him up.

Issei faced away from you, letting the soap rinse away as you washed your hair and face. His back flexed as he reached up, messaging your shampoo into his hair. You bit your lip as you watched his muscles tense and relax, tattooed skin covered in stinging red welts from your fingernails dragging along his back. You rinsed your hair before wrapping your arms around him, kissing along the wing of an inked crow.

“I could get used to this,” Issei said, voice rumbling through his chest. You could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re too sweet; I’ll get spoiled.”

You hummed. “I don’t mind,” you said. He twisted around in your arms, wrapping his around you.

“You should. I can get a little bratty when I’m spoiled,” he teased. You looked up at him as he smiled down at you.

“I think I can handle it,” you mused. He laughed, holding you tighter against him. “You’re pretty when you laugh.”

“You’re pretty all the time,” he countered. “Even when you pout.”

You smiled widely. “So you do like pouty little girls!”

Issei sighed, smiling down at you. “I guess I like one. Only one.”

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