You were chilling in the living room when an idea crossed your mind. You grin, already holding back a laugh as you hear your fiancé walking down the stairs.
“Babe, can you grab me a drink?” You ask not looking up from your phone.
“I shall cherish my wife” He grins to himself. (what a dork)
“Fiancé,” You correct him, giving him a ‘haha, I know that makes you mad’ look. He catches your gaze before turning around to open the fridge.
“Whatever makes my wife happy” You can see his hand and forearm muscles clenching from the grip on the fridge handle.
He walks up to you, handing you the drink you asked for.
“Good boy,” You say, biting back a laugh the moment you see his face.
He looks at you then quickly around the room for any camera or someone who could possibly see what he is about to do-
He giggles, GIGGLES. Before he quickly masks it with a forced cough. He clears his throat twice and fixes his hair.
“Mind saying that again?” Your jaw hits the floor.
“Excuse you?”
“I didn't quite.. hear you” he repeats, fixing his collar and standing up straighter. You try.. Really try not to laugh… or cry. Because this man looks adorable. He has a cheeky smile, his dimples showing up.. his hands in front of him. You can almost see him rocking on his feet from excitement.
“Ah.. wait, if I get you another thing, you will repeat it?” he doesn't wait for your response; he's already moving. He walks in and out of the kitchen, a snack his hand. He gently, like it's a secret, places it beside you.
Your fiancé takes a step back, admiring his “work”. He raises his eyebrows, smiling and waiting for you to say it.
You look at the snack.. back at him. This man.. You think to yourself. He's so stupid..
He clears his throat, gesturing with his hand to continue, still smiling.
“Oh right, forgive me. Thank you” He quickly shakes his head.
“The other thing” You squint your eyes at him.
“Thank you, my beloved husband..?” He shakes his head again.
“Not that.. I mean, I like it, but the other thing you said earlier.” You sigh in defeat, opening the bag of chips.
“You're serious? You want me to really, really call you that? Isn't it embarrassing?” He groans before walking towards you on the couch and sits down in front of you. His chin on top of your knee, arms wrapped around your legs.
“Please?” He pouts. POUTS. THIS GROWN ASS MAN-
“Ugh.. fine.” You reach your hand and pet his hair gently. “Good boy” You cringe but laugh shortly after when he licks your knee.
“EW! STOP!” The sound of your laughter and squirming away from him fills the room.
“Say it again” He laughs too, crawling on top and pushing you down on the couch, trappong you under his body weight.
“No” You try to sound serious, but fail miserably. “DON'T!” You squirm again, as he starts tickling you.
“PLEASEEE, SAY IT AGAIN” he laughs, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, hiding his OBVIOUS blush on his face.
“Maybe on our wedding night”
a/n: He couldn't wait till then.. sorry not sorry.
random horny thoughts about hq men - seijoh + nekoma edition
CHARACTERS: mattsun, iwaizumi, makki, oikawa, kuroo, kenma, shohei
CWS: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, knife play, implied d/s undertones to a lot of these, toxic relationship elements, cheating/cucking if you squint, corruption kink, oral (f!receiving), bondage, spit kink
NOTES: continue to enjoy my gross thoughts as i pull myself out of whatever writer's block hell i'm in. thank you to the anon who suggested shohei's - i accidentally deleted it i'm so sorry 😀
mattsun loves knife play. the idea of cutting your tights away from your body, tracing the knife ever so gently up the inside of your thigh before rippppp the metal tears through like butter. the flash of fear and unbridled lust in your eyes bricks him up instantly. he slots his thigh between yours and presses the flat of the blade ever so gently against your thrumming pulse. "ready to play, angel?"
iwaizumi finds out your ex never made you cum and makes it his personal mission to give you as many orgasms as possible. his fingers, tongue, dick, thighs, he wants to get you off in every way possible and erase that idiot’s ineptitude from your brain. “you cum so easily, baby. the fuck was your ex talking about?”
makki loves when you talk back. it’s foreplay for him to take you out somewhere nice and relentlessly tease you all night, each of you trading good-natured barbs that run just a little bit nasty (he likes when you’re mean, what can he say). there’s always a line, though, and when you cross it, his hand grips the back of your neck hard enough to stop you short. "I think we should go home, don't you?"
oikawa is prone to toxic situationships that always result in hurt feelings (his own). he sees you out with other guys and it actually boils his blood to the point where he’s calling you, whining about how you don’t make time for him anymore, and when you come over, he fucks you face down on the mattress to remind you that he’s the only one who knows how to make you cum the way you like
he’s super embarassed about it, but kuroo has a little bit of a corruption kink. like the first time he goes down on you and you get all blushy and embarassed - he’s hard as a rock. soothes you with soft kisses on your neck and stomach as he tells you how beautiful you look, how good you are just for him. he’s gentle in how he eats but he’s determined to make you as crazy for him as he is for you
kenma is lazy this kenma is lazy that - kenma finds out how much you like to be tied up and learns everything he can about bondage play. he buys a dummy to practice on (kuroo absolutely loses his mind over this), he watches tutorials, boy is dedicated to finding out how to make you cum this way. when this skinny streamer guy asks you out, you have no idea you’re gonna be roped into a bondage belt with a happy strap grazing over your clit as you sob into his arms (but you're not complaining)
your first impression of shohei is that he’s never known the touch of a woman but HOO BOY were you wrong. this man is a FREAK between the sheets. you can’t believe that the mild-mannered dude who barely says a word forces your mouth open so he can spit directly onto your tongue. by the time he’s done with you, you’re fucked out of your skull, covered in scratches, hickies, and cum, and being asked if you want to order taco bell
10.31, kinktober friday four – 4 big guys feat. seijoh 4
pairing: frat boys!iwaizumi, matsukawa, oikawa & hanamaki x freshaman fem!reader
cw: MDNI, nsfw, seniors vs. freshman, gangbang, fingering, edging, dirty talk, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, messy blowjob, cum on tits, big dick mattsun (again), size difference, p in v, unprotected, backshots, hair pulling, spanking, creampie, double penetration, anal, double creampie & more!
the chill in the autumn air bit at your bare legs as you made your way up the familiar steps of the seijoh frat house. the bass thrummed against the soles of your knee-high boots, a promise of the chaos and revelry within. tonight was halloween, and the seniors of seijoh were notorious for throwing the kind of parties that became legend before dawn. as a freshman whose reputation for turning heads preceded her, you'd received a personal, almost imperious, invitation from oikawa himself. not that you needed one, you were the kind of girl who was always on the guest list, even if it was just in the minds of the hosts.
your costume was meticulously chosen, a statement that was both alluring and unsettling. patrick bateman, but with a feminine twist that made it undeniably you. the crisp white dress shirt, slightly unbuttoned to hint at the cleavage beneath, tucked into a black mini skirt that barely skimmed your thighs. a sharp black blazer, a blood-red tie loosened around your neck, and those knee-high boots that added inches to your already statuesque frame. the pièce de résistance was the transparent raincoat, artfully splattered with fake blood, giving you the air of a woman who knew how to handle business, even if that business involved an axe and a huey lewis and the news album. you were a walking dichotomy: polished predator, irresistible prey.
pushing through the front door, you were immediately enveloped by the humid, boozy air, thick with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and something vaguely herbal, definitely not sage. the house was a labyrinth of bodies, pulsating to the beat of a dubstep remix of a pop song. fairy lights, cobwebs, and plastic skeletons adorned every surface, but the real spectacle was the costumes. you spotted a dozen harley quinns, a few generic vampires, and a surprisingly authentic-looking pennywise.
then, you saw them. the four horsemen of the seijoh apocalypse, holding court in the sprawling living room.
hajime iwaizumi, a brooding, muscular tyler durden, leaned against the archway leading to the kitchen. his iconic red leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips, the smoke curling around his perpetually intense gaze. he was the kind of handsome that didn't need to try, radiating an effortless, primal magnetism. he caught your eye, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips, and you felt a familiar flicker of heat in your gut.
beside him, practically glowing under the dim party lights, was toru oikawa. he was ken, but not just any ken. this was the ken, with a perfectly coiffed blonde wig that defied gravity, a pink denim vest, and matching jeans that hugged his toned physique. he was a vision of plastic perfection, utterly ridiculous and utterly captivating. he was holding court, surrounded by a gaggle of girls, his dazzling smile and theatrical gestures drawing all eyes. he spotted you, and his smile widened, a predatory glint in his cerulean eyes that promised mischief. he blew you a kiss, a playful gesture that still managed to make your cheeks flush.
lounging on a beat-up armchair, looking utterly at home amidst the chaos, was issei matsukawa. he was the dude, an almost spiritual embodiment of the big lebowski character. his tattered bathrobe was surprisingly chic, sunglasses perched on his nose despite the dim lighting, and a half-smoked joint held loosely between his fingers. he had that languid, cool confidence that made him irresistible. he raised his joint in a silent salute, his eyes, hidden behind the shades, undoubtedly assessing you.
and finally, perched on the armrest of matsukawa's chair, was takahiro hanamaki. captain jack sparrow, a surprisingly good one at that, complete with dreadlocks, smudged eyeliner, and a perpetually tipsy sway. he was laughing at something matsukawa said, his voice a gravelly chuckle that carried over the music. he saw you, and his mischievous grin widened, a twinkle in his eye that promised debauchery. he gave you a wink that was both charming and utterly inappropriate.
you navigated the throng of bodies, accepting a red solo cup filled with something suspiciously strong, and made your way towards them. the air around them felt different, charged with an almost palpable energy.
"well, well, well, if it isn't our very own patrick bateman," oikawa purred, his voice a smooth caress even over the thumping bass. he took your hand, his touch sending a jolt up your arm, and pressed a dramatic kiss to your knuckles. "looking absolutely killer tonight, darling. though i'm not sure if i should be flattered or terrified."
you chuckled, pulling your hand back, a playful glint in your eyes. "why not both, ken? it's halloween, after all." you gestured to his costume. "though i must say, the pink is… bold."
"only for the boldest of kens," he preened, striking a pose.
iwaizumi, ever the stoic one, took a drag from his cigarette. "don't encourage him, y/n. he's already insufferable enough." but there was a hint of affection in his tone. he looked you up and down, his gaze lingering on the bloodstains on your raincoat. "nice touch with the blood. really sells the i just murdered someone vibe."
"thanks, tyler," you replied, meeting his gaze evenly. "it's all in the details, y'know?"
matsukawa, from behind his sunglasses, finally spoke, his voice a low rumble. "dig the outfit, man. very… american psycho." he offered you his joint. "care for a hit?"
you took a drag from your drink, the potent mix burning a pleasant path down your throat. "don't mind if i do, dude." you accepted the joint, taking a slow, deep inhale, the familiar burn spreading through your lungs. you held it, then exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl around your lips. the world around you seemed to soften at the edges, the music becoming more immersive.
makki, leaning closer, his jack sparrow accent surprisingly convincing, slurred, "careful, lass. that stuff'll make ye see double. or maybe that's just the rum." he winked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
you laughed, handing the joint back to matsukawa. "i think i can handle it, captain." you took another sip of your drink, feeling the alcohol and weed starting to meld into a warm, buzzy haze. the conversation flowed easily, a mix of witty banter, exaggerated party stories, and increasingly flirtatious remarks. you found yourself drawn into their orbit, the undeniable chemistry between the five of you crackling in the air.
hours bled into each other. more drinks were consumed, more joints passed around. the crowd in the living room had thinned slightly, but a core group remained, sprawled on beanbags, couches, and the floor. the music had shifted to something a little more chill, a little more psychedelic. someone suggested a game.
"spin the bottle!" a girl with cat ears shrieked, her voice slightly slurred.
a collective groan went through the group, but it was quickly overridden by a chorus of "why not?" and "let's do it!"
a large, empty liquor bottle was produced, its label long since peeled off. the group formed a loose circle on the floor, you finding yourself nestled between makki and oikawa, with iwaizumi across from you and matsukawa a little further down. the air was thick with anticipation, the scent of cannabis and cheap perfume mingling with something undeniably primal.
the first few rounds were innocuous. a kiss on the cheek, a silly dare. the bottle spun, landed on a guy, then a girl, then back again. laughter, groans, and the occasional awkward peck. the alcohol and weed had lowered inhibitions, making everyone more daring, more open.
then, it was the cat-eared girl's turn again. she giggled, giving the bottle a hefty flick. it spun, a blur of glass and potential, slowly losing momentum. your eyes followed it, a strange sense of inevitability settling over you. it wobbled, teetered, and then, with a soft clink, came to a complete stop.
the neck pointed directly at you.
a hush fell over the group, followed by a ripple of excited whispers. all eyes were on you, then on the cat-eared girl. her grin widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"alright, y/n," she slurred, her voice laced with playful challenge. "truth or dare?"
you met her gaze, a slow smile spreading across your lips. "dare." you weren't one to back down from a challenge, especially not tonight.
she giggled, then leaned forward, her eyes darting between you and the four seijoh seniors. a slow, wicked grin spread across her face. "i dare you…" she began, drawing out the words for dramatic effect, "to fuck with all four of them. tonight. right here." she gestured grandly at the four men surrounding you.
a collective gasp went through the group, followed by hoots and whistles. your heart hammered in your chest, a thrill of adrenaline shooting through you. you glanced at the four men. iwaizumi's eyes were sharp, assessing, a faint flush on his cheeks. oikawa's playful smirk had transformed into something darker, more intense, his gaze fixed on you like a predator. matsukawa had pushed his sunglasses up, his eyes wide and unblinking, a look of genuine surprise mixed with something else, something hungry. makki, still leaning close, had a wolfish grin, his eyes practically gleaming in the dim light.
you took a slow sip of your drink, letting the moment hang in the air. the dare was audacious, scandalous, precisely the kind of thing that would become legend. and you? you were exactly the kind of girl to accept it.
you lowered your cup, your eyes sweeping over each of them, a slow, confident smile gracing your lips. "well, boys," you purred, your voice low and husky, "looks like you just won the lottery."
the living room erupted. the cat-eared girl shrieked in delight, high-fiving her friends. the other partygoers started chanting, "do it! do it! do it!"
oikawa was the first to move, his hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer until your hips brushed against his. his eyes, usually so full of playful mischief, were now burning with an unadulterated desire. "oh, darling," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, "you have no idea how long i've been waiting for a dare like this."
iwaizumi pushed himself off the wall, his gaze never leaving yours. the intensity in his eyes was almost palpable. matsukawa slowly took off his sunglasses, his eyes now fully visible, dark and smoldering. makki chuckled, a low, guttural sound, his hand finding your thigh and giving it a possessive squeeze.
you felt a surge of power, an exhilarating rush of control. you were the center of attention, the object of their collective desire, and you were ready to play.
"alright, party's over, folks!" iwaizumi's voice boomed, cutting through the noise. "show's about to begin, and it's a private viewing." his tone left no room for argument. slowly, reluctantly, the other partygoers began to disperse, some still glancing over their shoulders, whispering excitedly. the cat-eared girl gave you a thumbs-up and a triumphant grin before being herded out by her friends.
soon, the living room was empty save for the five of you. the music still played, but it felt like a distant hum, the real soundtrack now the thumping of your heart and the heavy breathing of the men around you. the air was thick with anticipation, a raw, sexual tension that was almost suffocating.
oikawa pulled you to your feet, his hands never leaving your waist. he spun you around gently, his eyes devouring every inch of your costume. "so, patrick bateman," he murmured, his voice a low growl, "ready to unleash your inner psycho?"
you met his gaze, a playful challenge in your eyes. "are you ready to be my victim, ken?"
he chuckled, a dark, throaty sound. "i've been dying to be your victim." he pulled you closer still, his body pressing against yours.
and then his lips were on yours.
it was a kiss that was both sweet and savage, a slow burn that quickly ignited into a raging fire. his lips were soft, yet demanding, tasting of alcohol and desire. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking for entry, and you readily granted it. his tongue danced with yours, a sensual tango that left you breathless. his hands moved from your waist, tracing the curve of your spine, pulling you even tighter against him until there was no space left between your bodies.
as oikawa deepened the kiss, his fingers deftly unbuttoned the top buttons of your white dress shirt, sliding inside to caress the soft skin of your cleavage. you whimpered softly into his mouth, your hands tangling in his blonde wig, pulling gently.
then, his fingers, long and elegant, slipped under the hem of your mini skirt, brushing against your bare thigh. a shiver ran through you. he trailed his fingers higher, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you arch into his touch. his thumb brushed against the lace of your panties, sending a jolt of pure arousal straight to your core.
"you're already so wet for me, aren't you, doll?" he whispered against your lips, his voice husky with desire.
you could only nod, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers found your clit, circling it gently through the fabric. your hips instinctively bucked against his hand. he chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, and then, with a practiced ease, he slipped his fingers under the lace, parting your folds and sinking into your slick heat.
a gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic. he knew exactly where to touch, how to stroke, how to tease. one finger, then two, plunged inside you, stretching you, filling you with an exquisite pressure. his thumb continued to circle your clit, drawing out whimpers and moans that you couldn't suppress.
"fuck, you feel incredible," he breathed against your neck, his lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline. "so tight, so wet. just like i imagined."
you clutched at his pink denim vest, your nails digging into the fabric as he picked up the pace, his fingers moving in and out, teasing your sweet spot with every thrust. your legs began to tremble, your hips grinding against his hand, desperate for more.
the other three watched, their eyes burning with hunger. iwaizumi's jaw was clenched, his eyes dark with desire. matsukawa had shed his bathrobe, standing in just a t-shirt and boxers, his erection clearly visible. makki was leaning forward, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his hand subtly stroking his growing bulge.
"look at her," oikawa whispered, pulling his lips from your neck just enough for you to hear, his eyes still locked with yours, "so beautiful, so responsive... you're making me so fucking hard, darling." he pushed his fingers deeper, hitting a spot that sent shivers down your spine. your back arched, your head falling back, a guttural moan escaping your lips.
"more… please… more…" you panted, your voice barely a whisper.
he grinned, a wicked, triumphant glint in his eyes. "as you wish, my love." he intensified his rhythm, his fingers moving faster, deeper, his thumb relentlessly teasing your clit. your vision blurred, your body tightening, sensations overwhelming your senses. you were on the brink, teetering on the edge of a precipice.
just as you felt the first tremors of an orgasm building, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you gasping, desperate, and utterly undone.
"no!" you cried out, your voice raw with frustration.
he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "patience, darling. we're just getting started." he looked at iwaizumi, a silent communication passing between them. "i think it's tyler's turn to clean up my mess."
iwaizumi, his eyes still blazing with unfulfilled desire, strode forward, his red leather jacket rustling. he pushed oikawa aside, his strong hands taking your waist. he lowered you to the floor, guiding you to sit on the edge of the large, plush rug. you were still panting, your body humming with unreleased tension.
he knelt before you, his gaze locked on your eyes, a silent question passing between you. you nodded, your breath catching in your throat. he gently pushed your mini skirt higher, revealing your wet, swollen pussy. the sight of it, glistening and exposed, made you gasp.
his eyes devoured you, a primal hunger in their depths. he leaned forward, darting his tongue out to taste the very essence of you. a shiver ran through your entire body as his hot, wet tongue made contact with your clit.
"fuck," you moaned, your hands fisting in his dark hair, pulling him closer.
he began to lap at you, his tongue tracing patterns, swirling around your clit, dipping into your folds, sucking gently. the sensation was exquisite, driving you insane. you arched your back, pressing yourself against his mouth, desperate for more. his lips were soft, yet firm, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure. he ate you with a fierce intensity, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.
"god, haji," you gasped, using the familiar nickname, "you're so good at this."
he groaned, a low, guttural sound from deep in his throat, his tongue never breaking rhythm. he sucked harder, his lips pulling at your clit, making you writhe with pleasure. your legs trembled uncontrollably, your fingers digging into his scalp. you were close, so incredibly close.
"you're so wet, baby," he mumbled against your pussy, his voice muffled but undeniably hot. "so fucking delicious."
with a final, powerful suck, he sent you over the edge. your body convulsed, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over you. you cried out, a loud, uninhibited moan that echoed in the suddenly silent room. your orgasm was intense, a full-body tremor that left you weak and breathless, your muscles spasming.
he pulled away slightly, his face smeared with your juices, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "that was just the warm-up, princess." he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, tasting of you.
but he wasn't done.
as you lie there, still quivering from your first climax, he went back to work. his tongue was relentless, his lips sucking, teasing, devouring you once more. your body, still hypersensitive from the first orgasm, responded instantly. another wave of pleasure built, faster and even more intense than the last. you were a mess of gasps and whimpers, your body arching, your fingers gripping his hair with desperate urgency.
"cum f'me again, baby," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "let me taste every drop."
and you did. with a final, earth-shattering moan, you came again, a torrent of pleasure that left you breathless and utterly spent. your body was still shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
as iwaizumi continued to lap up your juices, a new presence knelt beside you. makki, still in his jack sparrow costume, but now with his shirt unbuttoned, his chest exposed. he took your hand, pulling you gently until you were propped up on your elbows, your legs still spread open for iwaizumi.
"now, lass," makki murmured, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "captain jack sparrow needs his treasure." he pushed a hand through your hair, guiding your head towards his crotch.
you looked up at him, your eyes still hazy with pleasure, and then down at his prominent bulge, straining against his trousers. you grinned, a wicked glint in your eyes. "aye, captain."
he grinned back, unbucling his belt and freeing himself for you.
you took him into your mouth, his scent filling your senses. he was already hard, thick and throbbing. your lips closed around him, your tongue swirling around the tip, tasting him. he groaned, a deep, satisfied sound. you began to suck, slow at first, then with more confidence, your tongue tracing the length of him, your throat working to accommodate his size.
makki gasped, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding your head, setting the pace. "fuck, that's good, pretty. you're a natural."
as you continued to give makki a messy blowjob, iwaizumi remained between your legs, his tongue still teasing your clit, ensuring you stayed on the edge of arousal. the combination was intoxicating, a sensory overload that made your mind swim. you could feel makki growing harder in your mouth, his hips starting to thrust gently.
"take it all," he panted, his voice ragged. "take all of me."
you bobbed your head, your throat working, taking him deeper, trying to swallow as much of him as you could. your lips were slick with his pre-cum, your cheeks bulging with his thickness. you could hear his gasps, his groans, feel the tremors running through his body.
suddenly, he pulled back slightly, his eyes wide with urgency. "i'm gonna cum, babe! all over you!"
you looked up at him, a mischievous grin on your face, and then back down at his shaft. "do it, captain," you whispered, your voice husky. "cum all over me."
with a final, desperate groan, makki spilled his load, a hot, thick gush that erupted from him, coating your face, your chin, and cascading down onto your already glistening breasts. you watched, mesmerized, as his cum streamed down your skin, mingling with your sweat. he shuddered, his body shaking, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"fuck," he breathed, his voice hoarse, "that was incredible." he pulled you up, pressing a cum-smeared kiss to your lips, tasting of his own release. "you're a goddess, lass."
you licked your lips, tasting him, a primal satisfaction settling deep within you. you were covered in cum, glistening and proud.
then, matsukawa stepped forward, his bathrobe now completely discarded, leaving him in just his boxers, which were stretched taut around his impressive erection. he stood over you, a dominant presence, his eyes dark and intense.
"my turn, bateman" he rumbled, his voice low and commanding. "and i like it rough."
he reached down, his strong hands gripping your waist, and turned you around, pushing you onto your hands and knees. your ass was now perfectly presented, your wet pussy still glistening from iwaizumi's ministrations. you glanced back at him, a thrill of anticipation shooting through you.
he ripped off his boxers, revealing a thick, dark shaft that made your breath catch in your throat. it was big, very big, and throbbing with a life of its own.
"ready, princess?" he whispered, his voice a low growl.
you nodded, your ass wiggling slightly in anticipation.
he knelt behind you, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back against his hard cock. the tip brushed against your wet folds, sending shivers through you. he took a deep breath, and then, with a powerful thrust, he pushed inside you.
a gasp tore from your throat as he filled you, stretching you to your limits. he was thick, incredibly thick, and you felt him push deep, deep inside, filling you completely. your body arched, your fingers digging into the rug, trying to brace yourself against the overwhelming sensation.
"fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. "so fuckin' tight around me."
he began to thrust, slow and deep at first, then picking up the pace, each stroke pushing him deeper, making you gasp and moan. his hips pounded against your ass, a rhythmic beat that matched the thumping of your heart. he pulled your hair, making you arch your neck, exposing your throat.
"that's it, baby," he panted, his breath hot against your ear. "let me hear you scream for me."
you did. you screamed, you moaned, you whimpered, lost in the raw, primal pleasure he was delivering. he spanked your ass, a sharp sting that quickly turned into a delicious throb, making you buck your hips even harder against him.
"you're so good at this, baby," he praised, his voice rough with lust. "such a perfect little slut for me." smack. "love that ass." smack. "love how you take me."
he pulled your hair harder, tilting your head back, exposing your neck to the other three, who were now watching, their eyes wide with hunger, their hands already moving to their own burgeoning erections.
"look at her, boys," matsukawa grunted, his voice thick with passion. "she's built for this. a fuckin' goddess." he pounded into you, his thrusts powerful and relentless. you were being fucked senseless, your mind a haze of pleasure and sensation.
you felt the familiar tightening in your core, the build-up of another orgasm. "i'm gonna cum!" you screamed, your voice hoarse.
"yeah? cum for me then, princess," he roared, his thrusts becoming even more frantic. "cum on my cock!"
with a final, earth-shattering thrust, he sent you spiraling into another intense climax. you screamed his name, your body convulsing around his thick cock. he groaned, his own release building rapidly.
"fuck!" he cried out, his body tensing, "i'm cumming, baby! so deep inside you!"
he emptied himself inside you, a hot, thick gush that filled you completely, making you gasp. he shuddered, collapsing against your back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "god, you're amazing." he pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from your pussy, mingling with your own juices.
you panted, your body trembling, feeling utterly spent and incredibly satisfied.
but the night was far from over.
as matsukawa pulled out, you felt two new presences behind you. oikawa and iwaizumi. you were still on your hands and knees, your ass still in the air, wet and glistening.
oikawa laid down beside you on the plush rug, pulling you on top of him, his face flushed with desire, his eyes burning with an almost manic intensity. "my turn, darling," he purred, his voice low and seductive. he reached between your legs, his fingers finding your slick pussy, still dripping with matsukawa's cum. he guided his hard, throbbing cock to your entrance.
at the same time, iwaizumi positioned himself behind you, his own thick erection pressing against your ass. you instinctively tensed, a thrill of fear and excitement shooting through you.
"easy, baby," iwaizumi murmured, his voice rough but reassuring. "just relax for me."
oikawa pushed into you first, his cock sliding into your pussy, stretching you, filling the space matsukawa had just vacated. you gasped, your body already so sensitive, so full. he was long and thick, and he filled you completely.
then, you felt a gentle pressure against your ass. iwaizumi, with a slow, deliberate push, began to enter your other hole. a sharp sting, quickly followed by a stretching sensation, made you cry out.
"shh, baby," oikawa whispered, his lips against your ear, his hips beginning to thrust. "just breathe. you can take it."
iwaizumi continued to push, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until his thick cock was fully buried in your ass. you whimpered, your body trembling, a strange mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure washing over you.
two hard cocks, filling both your holes, stretching you to your absolute limit. oikawa thrusting into your pussy from below, his movements slow and deliberate, while iwaizumi pounded into your ass from behind, his rhythm a steady, powerful beat.
mattsun and makki watched, their eyes wide, their hands already working furiously on their own dicks, jacking off to the spectacle before them. their grunts and moans mingled with your own, creating a symphony of raw, uninhibited lust.
oikawa began to whisper dirty things in your ear, his voice husky with desire. "you're so good, darling. so incredibly tight. i can feel every inch of you." he picked up his pace, his hips grinding against yours. "look at her, taking both of us like a pro! such a greedy little slut."
iwaizumi, his face pressed against your back, grunted with each thrust. "fuckin' incredible," he gasped. "so tight, so hot. i could stay in here forever." he pulled your hair gently, his hips pounding into your ass, driving you forward onto oikawa's cock.
you were a mess of sensations, your body screaming with pleasure, your mind completely overwhelmed. you could feel oikawa's cock sliding in and out of your pussy, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, while iwaizumi's thick cock stretched your ass to its limit, filling you with an almost unbearable pressure.
you were crying out, a continuous stream of moans and gasps, your body bucking and grinding against both of them. matsukawa and hanamaki were a blur in your peripheral vision, their hands moving faster, their faces contorted in pleasure.
"cum for me, darling!" oikawa urged, his voice thick with lust. "cum on my cock!"
"let it all go, baby!" iwaizumi roared, his thrusts becoming even more powerful.
you felt it building again, a tidal wave of pure ecstasy. your muscles tightened, your body convulsed, and you screamed, a raw, primal sound as you came yet again, your pussy clenching around oikawa's cock, your asshole spasming around iwaizumi's.
they both groaned, their bodies tensing, their own releases building rapidly.
"i'm cumming!" oikawa cried out, his body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside your pussy, filling you with his hot, thick cum.
almost simultaneously, iwaizumi let out a guttural roar, his body convulsing as he shot his load deep inside your ass, filling you to the brim.
you collapsed, spent and utterly sated, your body trembling, still impaled by both of them. their bodies shuddered against yours, their breath coming in ragged gasps. mattsun and makki groaned, their own orgasms erupting, their cum splashing onto the floor and their own hands.
the room was silent save for the heavy breathing and the distant thrum of music. you lie there, pinned between two powerful men, filled with their cum, your body tingling with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms. you were a glorious, cum-covered mess, and you felt utterly, completely alive.
oikawa pulled out slowly, then iwaizumi, leaving you slick and glistening, your holes gaping slightly. you rolled onto your back, looking up at the four men who stood over you, their bodies covered in sweat and their own come, their eyes burning with a mixture of satisfaction and adoration.
"holy fuck," mattsun breathed, his voice hoarse. "you're a fucking legend."
makki, his eyes wide, just shook his head in awe. "never seen anything like it, lass. never."
oikawa knelt beside you, his hand gently stroking your cheek, wiping away a smear of cum. "my beautiful, insatiable girl," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "you truly are a wet dream."
you grinned, a triumphant, satisfied smile. you were covered in cum, your body aching in the best possible way.
iwaizumi, still breathing heavily, just looked at you, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face.
"best damn halloween party ever."
i am SO late this time helppppp so sorry about that! but i rlly hope you guys enjoyed it, cuz i did (a lot) while writing this one :) unlike all the other (song-inspired) one-shots i've written, this is the only one where the song came later and only as inspo for the title (cuz it's a terrible song, i feel miserable listening to it), so i'm not even attaching the link lol if you wanna listen (which i don't recommend), search for 4 big guys by digbar
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you giggle in his arms, shaking your head no and smile as he leans down to press another kiss on your lips.
the past fifteen minutes had been spent trapped under his arms while he kisses your plump, flavourful, lips. it started out when you put on some chapstick and he asks for some. you knew that this was his way of getting a kiss, but when his lips press against yours the flavor is different than your normal vanilla, its fruitier. "what flavor is that?" he asks, pulling you closer to him to plant another kiss on your lips, "berry?"
"no" you say smiling as you await his actions. hoping that he does exactly what you expect him too.
and he falls into your trap. the next fifteen minutes are spent with his lips on yours as he guesses what flavor it could be. strawberry? mango? pineapple?
all no.
at this point all he could taste was his own spit on your lips. completely kissed away all the chapstick that coated your lips. he breaks the last kiss with a whine.
"y/n put some more on, i can't taste it anymore." he loosens his grip on your body as you shift underneath him to find the chapstick in your pocket.
"close your eyes, i dont want you to see the label." you tell him and he obliges, squeezing his eyes shut in a childish manner as you apply the chapstick on your lips.
once you're done you toss the tube away, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down, he's smiling. his lips press against yours yet again but this time it's different. the kiss is deeper, he cups your face and his toungue swipes on your lips and you open your mouth slightly to let the wet muscle enter. it takes your breath away and you start to feel dizzy from his touch and all the sensations happening around you. he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you. your eyes are still closed, processing what happened when you hear him say,
"it's berry isnt it?"
you nod your head no, hoping he will kiss you like that again, and he does. but little do you know that he caught a glimpse of the berry graphic on the label when you pulled out the chapstick from your pocket.
HINATA SHOYO. (probably doesn't notice the label though tbh). BOKUTO, hanamaki, oikawa fucking tooru, sugawara (he knew from the start it was berry but goes along with the act to amuse you), akaashi (same as sugawara). NISHINOYA. (same as shoyo, genuinely continues to guess), ATSUMU. KITA FUCKING SHINSUKE (he knew from the first kiss, but realized that this made you happy). KUROO. SUNAAAAA.
Synopsis: Telling the Timeskip!Hq characters to bark for you
•Barks immediately, zero shame, zero Hesitation. They are down bad for you and will get on their knees wearing puppy ears and bark. If you’d ask. They put effort into earning pussy.
a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
n: tysm for more than 400 followers guys wtf!! love y’all
Thinking about how Iwaizumi and Oikawa are entering the gym only to find Mattsun and Makki huddled in a corner. Conspiring.
“What are you two up to now?”, Iwaizumi asks and casually kicks Makki’s foot.
His friend taps the end of his pencil against his lips in thought and replies, without looking up, “Making a list.”
Mattsun, ever so helpful, explains, “We’re weighing the pros and cons of him finally asking out y/n.”
Oikawa grinned and squatted down to see the paper. Clearing his throat he began to read: “Pro - thinks I’m funny, Con - also thinks Issei is funny. Pro - soft like a… like a walking body pillow - really?”
Makki nodded dreamily.
Oikawa sighed and continued, “Con - likes the same pudding flavor I do - how is that a con?”
“Because I’d feel obligated to give her my pudding.” Makki said it as if that should have been obvious.
Iwaizumi groaned in annoyance.
“Pro - actual physical manifestation of my dream girl.”
“You’d think that would be top of the list.”, Iwaizumi grumbled and kicked Makki’s foot again, harder this time.
“Con - too good for me. Hey, come on, Makki-chan. I mean, you’re right, but that shouldn’t discourage you.”, Oikawa said genuinely, which earned him a sad glare from the boys on the floor.
“Pro - small hands.”, he paused in confusion, “What?”
Makki leaned back against the wall of the gym and shrugged, “Her hands are much smaller than mine. Puts things into … perspective.”
Oikawa and Iwaizumi frowned, Mattsun nodded sagely.
✿ spring fever || day 1 ✿
corruption || matsuhana ⇝ ["take a slice" x glass animals]
✿ tags: corruption kink, matsuhana x reader, best friends to lovers, slightly toxic!matsuhana, roommates!matsuhana, slight perverts!matsuhana, dom!makki, makki's mean but i feel like mattsun's more evil for pretending to be sweet LMAO, virgin!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, horse cock!mattsun
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» i dont ever wanna pick a slice || one is pretty but the other lies «
you should have known.
you could see the signs, they were there the whole time. the glances as you come out of the shower, towel wrapped tight, your mind scrambled because you could have sworn you brought your clothes with you. the press of a chest against your back as you struggle to reach a jar that you know for a fact you'd never leave that high up — tattooed fingers snagging it with ease, the low rumble of a voice, the words 'i got you' echoed against the shell of your ear.
personal space invaded, over and over again, satisfied smiles peeking out when you inevitably warm and avoid eye contact.
maybe you were blind to the signs. or maybe you were just ignoring them.
maybe you shouldn't have admitted to your college best friends on the eve of your graduation that you're a virgin.
maybe you should have noticed the look they'd shared as they tucked the information away for later. much later, almost a year later.
but ending up here in this very moment — a devil on your right and an angel on your left — was always going to happen.
alright, so maybe you'd known.
"c'mon," mattsun whispers on your left, lips brushing against the side of your head. "you can't tell me you've never thought about it."
you reach for the remote, trying to change the movie — change the scene — change anything. something that'll get this moment off the screen, trying to avoid looking at the girl on the screen who's very much enjoying the two men that are taking turns with her.
mattsun keeps the remote away with a simple brush of his pinky, and you don't reach again.
makki on your right, his fingers toying with the edge of your pajama shorts. "you give up easy," he whispers, his smile a little meaner, his voice a little rougher than mattsun's.
you flush and answer mattsun's question. "i haven't thought about it."
"aw, really?" smooth and sweet, on your left.
"liar." sharp and cutting, on your right.
he's not wrong.
maybe you'd known.
"it's just a little… scary, i guess," you mumble, giving in, giving them an inch.
makki takes a mile. "but you want it anyway, don't you?"
mattsun gives it back. "it doesn't have to be scary, baby."
you've never been able to say no to them. you've never really wanted to, not even now.
hanamaki takahiro knows that.
"you want it," he repeats, slow. his gaze locks with yours, and you know that he can see the want in your eyes. that he can feel when your thighs press together subtly, your shorts shifting between his fingers.
he smiles — knowing, satisfed.
"don't you?"
you watch his gaze drop to your mouth when you respond.
"yes."
he lifts his brows, waiting. mattsun's waiting, too, his fingers starting to knead the plush skin of your exposed thigh.
you don't make them wait long.
"i want it."
—
your skin is on fire, nerve endings tugged and snapped and frayed more than once. your fingers are buried in a mess of dark curls, mattsun's ice cold lip ring warm now. warmed by his breath and his exertion, warmed by the searing heat of his tongue on your soaking cunt.
"issei-" you whine, twitching when makki's teeth brush against your nipple for the fifth time in a row. it's his hands that hold you down whenever you start to writhe and rock against mattsun's face. "issei, please-"
"one more," mattsun groans, voice muffled and vibrating against your clit and two fingers curling tight inside you. you whimper, one hand reaching blindly and finding makki's face. you pull him up, moaning into his mouth when he shoves his lips against yours.
"make him stop," you plead, tearing up when makki just shakes his head. he nibbles on your bottom lip, fingers kneading your breasts and thumbs rolling torturous circles around your nipples.
"you're gonna need it," he mumbles. "'ssei's really big. he won't fit."
you feel, a shock to your system, when mattsun groans again.
"pussy so pretty," he mutters. "pussy so sweet, so tight." he gets lost in what he's saying, his fingers working you open again, even after your third orgasm. "she's so tight around my fingers."
makki's hips roll against your mattress, and his breath grows harsh when you reach down to grip him through his shorts.
"you want it?" he grunts into your mouth. you nod eagerly, and he laughs, the sound tight. "'m not gonna be nice about it. you sure?"
you clench around mattsun's fingers, nerves swirling in your tummy when the man groans louder.
"she wants it," he breathes. "she wants it, hiro."
makki disappears, and then the head of his cock nudges against your mouth. "open." you grow shy, eyes screwing shut when your lips part, but he's quick to correct you. "wanna see you when you suck dick for the first time." you whine, and then you gasp, because he's smacking the weight of his cock down on your mouth.
"i told you to look at me."
his gaze is heavy when you find it. heavy and laced with need.
he groans low when he pushes the tip of his cock into the warmth of your mouth.
you make sure to keep eye contact when your tongue runs along the vein on the bottom.
he drops his head back. "fuck, you feel so good."
mattsun sucks hard on your clit, and you moan around makki's cock, choking slightly when his hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"fuck-ngh-sorry," he bites, and then he reaches for mattsun. "make her do it again."
your eyes widen when you catch how mattsun rises to his knees and shoves his sweats down.
that's not going to fit.
"aw," he coos, seeing the look in your eye. "'s okay. i'll be gentle."
the press of his cock past your entrance hurts in a way that makes you want him even more.
he grins, finally showing that evil glint in his eye that you might have known was always there.
"this time, at least."
» dedicated to our resident matsuhana fuckers @nectardaddy and @mattsundaes <3 «
oikawa was used to being the one stared at. he lived for the gasps and the fan clubs. but then he saw you sitting on the fountain edge, trying to fix a broken strap on your sandal with a look of intense, adorable concentration.
the way a single curl of hair kept falling into your eyes, and the way you puffed out your cheeks in frustration, hit oikawa like a serve to the gut. he stopped mid-stride. his fan girls were talking, but their voices became muffled charlie brown noises. to him, the world had narrowed down to just you and your broken shoe. you looked up, caught him staring, and gave a small, embarrassed laugh.
oikawa didn’t wink. he didn’t give a peace sign. he actually tripped over his own feet approaching you, nearly face-planting in the dirt. he knelt down, his hands shaking—him, the great king!—as he offered his own athletic tape from his bag.
“i think i’ve just retired from being a heartbreaker,” oikawa said, his voice unusually thick with emotion. he looked up at you with wide, sparkling eyes that were dead serious. “because you just took mine and i don’t want it back. i know this sounds like a really cheesy line, but i’m physically aching right now. please, let me take you to get new shoes—and then lunch. give me one chance to be the only guy you look at?”
#2 matsukawa issei
matsukawa was at a convenience store, stone-faced as usual, reaching for the last bag of cheese snacks. at the exact same time, your hand landed on top of his. your fingers were small and warm against his calloused skin.
he looked over, expecting a fight, but found you instead—eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights, with a tiny “oh!” of surprise. you were wearing a soft, oversized hoodie, and you looked so cozy and kind that issei felt his soul leave his body through his ears. he didn’t pull his hand away. in fact, he leaned into the space between you, his heart hammering a rhythm that felt like a drum solo.
you pursed your lip, smiling shyly and telling him he could have them. that smile was his undoing. it was over. he was down bad. he was ready to buy the whole store for you.
“keep the snacks,” matsukawa said, his voice dropping to a low, rumbling hum that made your toes curl. he leaned against the shelf, his sleepy eyes suddenly intense and full of yearning. “but only if you let me walk you home so i can ask for your number properly. i’ve lived eighteen years and i’ve never felt my pulse jump like that. give a guy a chance to show you he’s more than just a guy in a snack aisle?”
#3 hanamaki takahiro
hanamaki was at a local fair, holding a giant stick of pink cotton candy that matched his hair. he was laughing at a joke mattsun made until he saw you standing by the ring-toss game, leaning back as you threw a hoop, your laughter ringing out like literal bells (whether it’s a church bell or a jingle bell, who knows).
the world turned into a high-definition movie. every time you moved, he felt a tug in his chest, like you were holding a string attached to his heart. you missed the shot, pouting just a little, and makki felt a protective surge so strong he almost marched over and bought the whole game booth. when you noticed him watching, you gave a little wave, your eyes crinkling in a way that made him feel like he was floating.
he walked over, practically vibrating with nervous energy, and handed you his giant cotton candy like it was a bouquet of roses.
“i don’t even like sugar that much,” makki blurted out, his face heating up to match his hair. he looked at you with such raw, honest adoration that you actually stopped breathing for a second. “but you’re the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen. i’m usually much cooler than this, i swear. please, let me win you that giant panda—and then let me take you out tomorrow? just one chance?”
#4 iwaizumi hajime
iwaizumi was at the park, practicing his jumps. he was all sweat and muscle and intensity—until you walked by with a golden retriever that was clearly walking you. the dog lunged for a ball, and you stumbled, letting out a surprised “whoops!”
iwaizumi caught you before you hit the grass. one arm was around your waist, holding you steady, and the other was grabbing the dog’s leash. you looked up, breathless, your face inches from his. you saw the intensity in his eyes soften into something so tender it made your heart skip. you murmured a “thank you,” your hands lingering on his biceps, and iwaizumi felt like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt.
he didn’t let go immediately. he couldn’t. he felt like if he let go, you’d vanish like a dream.
“are you okay?” he asked, his voice gruff but shaking. he looked down at you, his thumb unintentionally stroking the side of your waist. “i... i’ve never seen anyone like you. this is going to sound crazy, but i think i’d follow you and this dog anywhere. please. let me buy you a drink? i’m iwaizumi hajime. and i really, really want a chance to know your name.”
#6 yahaba shigeru
yahaba was the “pretty boy” in training. he was walking through the school gates, checking his reflection in his phone, when he saw you helping a first-year pick up their dropped papers.
you were so gentle, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as you spoke to the younger student. yahaba stopped. he forgot he was supposed to be the “next captain.” he forgot his hair was perfectly styled. he just felt this overwhelming, aching need to be near you. you looked up, caught his eye, and gave him a polite, dazzling smile that felt like a physical weight on his chest.
he practically floated over to you. he took the papers from your hand to help, his fingers lingering on yours, his eyes fixed on yours with a desperate, beautiful sincerity.
“you’re the girl everyone warns me about in songs, aren’t you?” yahaba whispered, his voice smooth but frantic. he was yearning, his heart visible in his eyes. “the one who shows up and ruins every other girl for me. please. give me one chance to prove i’m more than just a pretty face. i want to be the guy who makes you smile like that every day.”
#7 watari shinji
watari was at the beach, watching the waves. he liked the peace. then, you ran past him, heading toward the water, laughing as the sea spray hit your skin.
you tripped slightly in the sand and let out a little giggle, shaking your head. watari watched you, and it was like the ocean stopped moving. you were so full of life, so vibrant, and so breathtakingly beautiful in the natural light. you turned around, looking for your friends, and your eyes landed on him. you gave him a small, friendly grin, and watari felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the sun.
he walked over, his heart thumping against his ribs like a trapped bird.
“i think the ocean is jealous of you,” watari said, his voice quiet and incredibly sweet. he looked at you with such pure, honest love that you felt your own heart melt. “because i can’t look at it anymore now that you’re here. i know i’m a stranger, but... could i buy you an ice cream? i’d really love a chance to make you laugh.”
#12 kindaichi yūtarō
kindaichi was at a cafe, trying to look cool and mature while reading a sports magazine. you were the barista who called out his order.
when he walked up to the counter, you smiled and told him you liked his height. “you look like a great athlete!” you chirped. kindaichi’s brain turned into mashed potatoes. he took his coffee, but he didn’t move. he just stared at you, his face turning a shade of red that shouldn’t be biologically possible. you were wearing a cute apron, and you had a little smudge of flour on your cheek that he wanted to wipe away so badly it hurt.
he took a big gulp of his coffee, burned his tongue, and then looked at you with watery, determined eyes.
“i play volleyball!” he shouted a little too loudly. he winced, then lowered his voice, leaning over the counter with a desperate look. “and i’m okay at it! but i’d be much better if i knew you were watching. please... give me a chance? can i take you out when your shift ends? i’ll wait here. even if it takes ten hours. please?”
#13 kunimi akira
kunimi was napping under a tree on campus, his usual “don’t bother me” energy in full effect. he woke up because a petal fell on his face. he blinked his eyes open and saw you sitting on the bench nearby, sketching in a notebook.
he watched you for a while, mesmerized by the way you tilted your head and the soft focus in your eyes. he usually found everything “tiresome,” but looking at you felt like the most important thing he’d ever done. you noticed him watching and smiled, closing your book. “sorry, did i wake you?”
kunimi sat up, his eyes wide and unblinkingly fixed on you. he felt a spark of energy he hadn’t felt in years.
“no,” kunimi said, his voice soft but firm. he crawled over the grass toward you, looking up with a vulnerability that was almost painful to see. “i’m usually looking for an excuse to nap, but... looking at you makes me feel actually awake for once. it’s annoying how pretty you are. don’t make me go back to sleep yet. come get lunch with me—i think i’d rather stay awake with you.”
#16 kyōtani kentarō
kyōtani was scowling at a vending machine that ate his money. he was about to kick it when you walked up, tapped the side of the machine in a specific spot, and his drink tumbled down.
“it’s a little temperamental,” you said with a soft, melodic giggle.
kyōtani froze. he looked at the drink, then up at you. you were a little shorter compared to him, looking up with big, kind eyes and a playful smirk. he felt a roar in his chest—not of anger, but of a fierce, possessive need to protect you from everything in the world. he felt his face heat up, his scowl deepening even as his heart melted.
he grabbed the drink and held it out to you, his hand shaking.
“take it,” he grunted, then bit his lip, forcing himself to look you in the eye. his gaze was burning with a desperate sort of love. “quit staring and just take my number. i’m not as scary as i look, okay? i’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. just tell me i can see you again. well? what do you say?”
→ the taxi’s next route is to nekoma high, get in!
n: i think i used to diss yahaba before, but i’m a changed woman. i’ve decided to do 2 uploads each time as to not be choked down by the taglist.
