your boyfriend has you on your stomach, a pillow underneath to comfortably steady you, his calloused hands trapping yours onto his sheets as he leans above you.
“ngh— you feel tighter like this.”
“shoyooo—” his name comes out with a slur.
you’re already drooling all over his poor pillow. his strong thighs bracketing yours, forces you to feel every flex of the heavy muscle. his dipped head makes you hear every low moan right next to your ear, making you shiver every time.
this new position is so intimate. and so fucking hot.
“mmh— yees angel?” he coos, hot against your ear.
you love the way he calls you that… yet hate the way it nearly makes you cum.
you can feel the weight of him over you in a way that’s tantalizing. and you feel completely drunk right now except for the fact you haven’t even had any alcohol. you’re simply drunk off him.
“f-feels s’good—” is all you can manage.
every thrust of his has you jolting forward onto the pillow until you’re unable to hold your head up.
“yeah?” he laughs. he’s in as much as a drunk daze as you are, the sound warm against your skin. something about you turning into an incoherent mess makes him go absolutely insane. even though, the thing is, he’s as much as a mess as you are.
he shifts to grip both of your wrists in one of his calloused, veiny hands now, his other hand sliding down your body and over the backs of your sensitive thighs, making you jolt.
“mhmmm so good for me.”
every thrust of his thick cock as you hurling closer and closer towards your high. and yet, each of his thrusts are achingly slow like he wants to draw all of it out.
he’s teasing you and himself.
“mghh— shoyo! please!”
he stutters.
“you sound so pretty, ngh—”
his voice is ragged, breath hot against your neck as he presses his sweaty forehead between your shoulder blades. his grip tightens around your wrists, pinning you deeper into the mattress.
“want me to go faster, angel? or…” he drags his cock out slowly, torturously, before slamming back in with a sharp, filthy grind of his hips, “—just like this?”
the way he says it sends a shudder down your spine.
he’s begging to ruin you.
“aghhn! yes yes!”
he’s hitting that perfect spot with each grind, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull. your fists clench as he continues restraining you. his pillow is completely ruined in your drool now, but neither of you care about it at this point. he’s fucking you too good.
he moans against your back, the sound muffled but still sending another rush of heat through your body. he lets go of your hands completely now, shifting the grip on your hips, pulling your ass flush to his pelvis, going deeper.
your hands grip the sheets, holding onto dear life.
shoyo on the other hand has a perfect view when he leans back slightly. the way your puffy cunt takes in his thick cock is obscene. he watches it with eyes wide with lust. not to mention the way your soft ass bounces with every thrust, the wetness echoing in the small room.
“fuck— fuck, you take me so well—”
his voice cracks, hips stuttering as he loses rhythm for just a second, overwhelmed by how tight you are around him.
he nips at your shoulder, teeth scraping skin, before soothing it with a wet kiss.
“gonna make you cum like this, yeah?” he punctuates it with another deep, rolling thrust, grinding his pelvis against you so you feel every inch. “wanna feel you clench harder. please.”
his free hand slides up your side, fingertips digging in, marking. you’re so overstimulated without even coming yet. every touch electric.
you clench purposely, just to hear him moan in your ear. and he does exactly that, falling back over you with a ruined noise, pressing all his delicious weight against you in the way you live for.
“fuck— ohhhh! you—!”
his hips jerk, stuttering as he fights to keep control, but you feel him twitch inside you, throbbing. he buries his face against your shoulder, breath ragged, fingers gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
“god, you’re gonna kill me— i’m close—” he chokes out between uneven thrusts, voice wrecked.
his rhythm falters completely now, just shallow, desperate snaps of his hips chasing his own pleasure and yours. he’s no longer trying to draw it out. the need to cum already too overwhelming.
“you feel so—ngh—so so good—”
he’s barely coherent, words dissolving into rough, punched out groans against your skin.
“please! please shoyo!” you whine, wiggling your ass against his pelvis and arching your back deeper. “wanna cum!”
he whimpers as you arch more beneath him—forcing him impossibly deeper. his fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he grinds against you deliberately.
“mpfhh— yeah? wanna cum?” his voice is thick, strained, every syllable dripping with want. “you’ll get it.”
he rolls his hips again, dragging his cock against that sweet spot inside you until you sob into the pillow.
“go on, angel,” he murmurs, breath hot against your ear. “let go.”
and when his hand slides down to press circles against your clit, you do.
your orgasm crashes over you blindingly. you spasm, choking shoyo’s cock and he comes immediately after you—warm and filling, elongating your own release.
he collapses on top of you after that and your breath escapes your lungs.
after hearing your startled noise, he moves off of you quickly, pulling out of you in the process. you whine at the sudden loss and feel your combing liquids leak out of you.
with a whimper, you immediately seek his comforting weight.
he laughs breathlessly, still shaking from his own high, and pulls you into his chest—careful not to crush you again but still tight enough that you feel his still erratic heartbeat.
“i got you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple as his fingers stroke soothingly up and down your arm. “you okay?”
he smiles smug and stupidly satisfied as he sees your expression. but when you whine again, wiggling closer, he chuckles and shifts to drape his arm over your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“so cute,” he teases.
but then without warning, his hands are wandering down and down until they’re spreading your thighs open. he’s obscenely inspecting where your combined liquids are still leaking out of you.
you yelp, squirming as his calloused fingers spread you wider, exposing you completely—still sensitive and flushed from your orgasm.
“shoyo—!” you whine, but he just grins, dragging a thumb through the mess between your thighs.
“look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough with awe. “dripping.”
he swipes his fingers through the slick again before pressing two fingers into you, effectively pushing it back in and keeping it all plugged inside.
he watches, pupils blown, before groaning and pulling you back into his arms.
“fuck. i’m gonna do that again soon.”
you huff at him scoldingly, completely spent, even though his words send a wave of heat back through you.
“fine. maybe i’ll wait until tomorrow then,” he mumbles begrudgingly into your hair.
the best things come to you when you’re supposed to be studying
-> synopsis: you’re the only one who can get your boyfriend to do certain things.
₊˚ෆ MIYA ATSUMU dislikes people cheering while he serves. His infamous topspins and floaters are renowned in the volleyball world– for good reason. To stake his control over the court, he refuses any distractions, and he silences the crowd with one flick of his wrist. He’s been known to give death glares to anybody, even his own fans, who disobey his command for quiet.
So when you, his newly minted significant other, shatter the careful still Atsumu has crafted by bellowing out his name in an otherwise silent stadium, gasps ripple through the stands.
Atsumu’s teammates freeze, interest piqued at how he’d react. Sure, you’re dating now, but Atsumu’s a very harsh guy. Nobody would put it past him to scold you on the spot. The ball bounces against the court once, twice, and then three times, like a ticking bomb. The crowd shifts uncomfortably, waiting for his anger to explode.
It never comes.
Instead, he serves the ball as normal. It’s an ace. And when it’s over, he looks at you with a knowing grin of appreciation instead of his usual glare.
Atsumu hates the shrill sound of cheers when he’s about to serve, but he’s come to find that if it’s yours– he doesn’t quite mind.
₊˚ෆ SUNA RINTAROU is a generally expressionless guy. It’s gotten him into trouble more times than he can count.
When he sprained his ankle in middle school, he barely winced. When his little sister was born, he yawned. When he landed his first spike as a professional athlete, he hummed.
No matter the scenario, a disinterested look is permanently etched into his features. (The only exception is the upturn of his lips when he sees his friends doing something particularly idiotic.)
It’s not that he doesn’t care– it’s just how he is. This is a truth that all those close to Rintarou have come to understand.
This truth is why, when he introduces you to his loved ones for the first time, they’re stunned. They’re shocked when they see the bright red his face burns after you give him a kiss on the cheek. They’re floored by the smile that possesses his lips as he steals glances at you from across the room. They’re surprised by the look of absolute adoration in his eyes whenever you do really anything.
Rintarou’s always been difficult to read, but for you, he’s feelings are entirely transparent.
₊˚ෆ HINATA SHOYO always stays late to practice. Being the dedicated player that he is, he will train until his legs shake and his breath gives out. His teammates know never to approach him when he’s in his groove; otherwise, he’ll find a way to coax them into another round of drills. He’s an immovable force, immune to persuasion, and entirely impossible to convince to slow down.
“Leaving early” is not in his vocabulary.
So when, one day, his teammates see him trek into the locker room before the sun has even set, they worry he’s gone ill.
But when Shoyo reassures them, with a bright smile, that he’s just leaving early to meet with you, the new person he’s been seeing, for dinner– his teammates think he’s lost his mind. Their expressions of concern morph into ones of complete disbelief.
What curse have you placed on the rigid player to compel him to act in such an uncharacteristic way? Have you threatened his family? Are you blackmailing him?
The answer is none of the above.
Shoyo doesn’t stay late to practice out of obligation. He does it because he adores what he does. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than on the court.
But recently, he’s come to discover that there’s one place he loves being just a smidge more.
With you.
–a/n: just smth quick i wrote to procrastinate studying! LMAO
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 infos : nsfw under the cut ,, mdni! fluff, popular!reader, recorded sex, drunk sex, age gap, objectification, overstimulation ♡
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 summary : headcanons with a bimbo gf! ♡
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 author’s note : ouuh this req speaks to me (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) tysm!! wasn’t sure if u wanted some smut.. still added a bit ^_^’ all characters are 18+!! ♡
──﹐ AZUMANE ASAHI
⤷ with popular bimbo
he’s still not used to you greeting your many friends.
once apologised for ruining your outfit when you felt cold and he gave you his hoodie.
#1 supporter when you post.
he’s clingy but you’re clingier.
still shy about pda.
“oh god .. you’re beautiful.” everytime he sees you.
people often have a hard time understanding how you two are together.
tries to get along with your friends.
he’s not jealous, lets you have guy friends but trusts his gut feeling when they’re abit weird.
knows you like recording, he likes getting on camera your pretty pink nails around his huge manhood. your beautiful eyes behind your thick lashes looking up at him.. all on camera ; “yeah, put your lipstick on it baby..”
──﹐ HINATA SHOUYO
⤷ friends with benefits bimbo
loves to tease and annoy you, knows you get pissed easily.
“oh you wanna put make up on me? go ahead!”
you have the best laughs with him.
friday nights dinners, saturday shopping spree, facetime and makeup tut, always with him.
use his hand to test your lipstick shade.
always defends you when people mistakes you for an easy girl.
has skills from his little sister, so he’s your hairstylist.
knows you’re pretty with a great body, but would never cross those friendships boundaries.
until the day you give him the green light. fully sober but with a different gaze, you’ve never seen on him before. his face burried between your thighs, that were tightly held by his veiny hands. “does that feel good?”
──﹐ UKAI KEISHIN
⤷ with 6 years age-gap bimbo
you know each other since high school, he liked you but he was too young for you, now you’re “too old” for him.
pretends to hate you and your outfits, defends you if anyone agrees with him.
“what happened to me being too young, ma?”
instinctively stops smoking around you.
steals glances when you’re not looking.
pisses you off on purpose but apologies when you really are pissed.
gives you free stuff from his store, anything any time.
somehow never says no to you, you always end at his house drinking.
always end up bouncing on his lap. you both have heated cheeks because of the alcohol. his arm wraps around your waist, he’s been wanting this for years, “you feel so damn good.”
──﹐ TANAKA RYUNOSUKE
⤷ with spoiled bimbo
loves to show you off.
looks like he’s about to faint whenever he sees a picture of you.
feeds your shoe addiction and buys you new pair whenever he can.
reassures you and protects you, likes the feeling of being a big man.
“you’re gorgeous, fuck.. turn around for me?”
almost teleports to you when you call him.
always brings you tiny gifts whenever you see each other.
hand placementt — always on your waist or hip.
would set the world on fire if you broke a nail.
lets you use his cock like a dildo whenever you’re frustated. ride it till dawn, not caring if he’s overstimulated. he’s like a toy and he’d do anything for you. use his tongue, sit on his face, just say the word and he’s like “hop on, princess.”
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Things I think the haikyuu boys would do before dating you
(Karasuno ver.)
Hinata
•Most definitely confides in you.
•does anything that he can do to attempt to impress you. Weather being trying extra hard in his classes, trying a super cool new attack, or even just talking about things that he did that he deems a cool.
•is pretty touchy, not in a weird way. But he tends to somehow get his hands on you one way or another.
•He gets so hyped up seeing you at any sort of volleyball game, and he tries extra hard to do something cool and / or win.
Kageyama
•I personally believe he pays a lot of attention to things that aren't volleyball and that transfers to you. You tell him about a show you liked once three weeks ago? Yeah, he remembers and asks you about it when a new episode comes out.
•He tries his best to compliment you. He's not very good at it though, but I promise he tries.
•usally isn't a good listener, but for you he is, it's like a switch clicks on when you talk that has him zeroed into your rants and rambles
Yamaguchi
•He LIVES to complement you. There isn't a day where he isn't saying you look amazing or that he likes the way you did your hair that day.
•he's not very fond of touching. Like he would normally be very uncomfortable If someone tried to hug him. But every time you hug him, he melts into your touch, like he could be there all day.
•He will NEVER, and I mean never let you feel left out. He knows what it feels like to be left out and he wouldn't ever wish that on you.
•(metaphorically) dies when you get too close to him. His freckled face turns a bright shade of read.
Tsukishima
•somehow gets snarkier with you. But not in a bullying sense, he doesn't tease you more than anyone else. If you can tease him back, OH he has a field day.
•not only does he get snarkier, but he's also nicer to you. Especially if it's around other people who annoy him (hinata and kageyama)
It's kinda scary how nice he becomes.
•takes geuine interest in the things you talk about, especially if you do the same for him.
Tanaka
•you get the kiyoko treatment I fear. So if you don't like that, sucks to be you.
•another one who tries his hardest to impress you. He tries his best fo score extra points during a game or just look cool.
•is incredibly bashful. Dude, in private, he's internally panicking because he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you.
Nishinoya
•literally says I love you to you. "I love you, yknow that?" Good morning and goodnight texts "Goodnight, I love you" "Good morning, love youuu"
•gets you things that reminds him of you, a pair of socks with your favorite animal. Bought. A bracelet with your favorite colors on it. Also bought.
Sugawara
•flirts I don't care. you both have definitely made out "as friends"
•uses nicknames on you like "darling" or "my love" again just as friends, right? (No he's deeply in love with you)
•takes so many pictures with you. Like he has an album just of selfie with him titled: K + (your initial), he would die if you saw that folder name
Daichi
•pays extra attention to you, another one who buys things that remind him of you. He's gotten you a key chain of your favorite character that you cherish now.
•is protective of you but not OVERprotective. But he's always making sure you don't get hurt. (Not that he wouldn't mind taking care of you) He's a natural care taker due to being the oldest of his siblings.
•is always subconsciously bringing you up in conversations with the other third years. Poor guy doesn't even realize it.
Asahi
•is always showing you his sketches of outfits he's drawn, somehow they're always very close to your style (I wonder why that is..)
•He reassures you anytime you feel down. He never wants you to feel upset. I mean if he knows what it feels like to not be happy with himself why would he want you to feel the same?
•cuddlebug even before the relationship, you two are latched to each other's hip. Always touching each other.
•let's you play with his hair a the time. Usally he wouldn't let people touch his hair but he can make an exception.
Literally just him having his arms behind his head, mouth hanging low as he watches you have a hard time in his cock. Slowly and hardly even bouncing while you're a moaning mess head hanging low as you writhe and whine struggling to keep going, you can feel his bulbous tip rubbing the edge of your cervix so sweetly making you squeeze your eyes shut as your cunt just convulses around his thick cock. He groans beneath you a small smile painting his tanned and sweaty skin, staying in Brazil for those years really did him well. A tan just suits him so damn much. You can hardly even look at him while you....attempt. to ride his dick, your thighs shaking as you shiver above him an orgasm taking you by surprise. Shoyou could tell you've cum not just by the way your pussy is tightening around him, but given how your breathing has changed, your moans as well. A high pitched whine filled breathy moan leaves you as you come to a complete stop, occasionally grinding your hips down so your clit can rub against his itchy slightly hair ridden pelvis. You groan and shake, your body jolts forward as your eyes flutter and roll. It seems as if you were spent, unable to go forward, he seemed slightly disappointed. A small pout forming onto his face as he sighs timidly. You fall forward and lay on his chest, your sweaty body against his as you catch your breath brows furrowed and sweat slicking down your forehead. He stared up at the ceiling and blinked a couple of times before speaking.
“ can I eat you out?”
You lay back against your couch with your legs open and one hoisted up over shoyous shoulder, hes such a messy eater getting your juiced all over his face and chin. His tongue touched and tried its hardest to reach everywhere that it could, assuring no space in your cunny goes left untouched. He suckles and licks and slurps all that he can while he grinds intensely and desperately into the rough material of your couch. His aching cock head occasionally catching a glimpse of the rough material and getting grazed by it causing him to speed up with a whine but ensuring to bury the noise into your dripping cunt. You were so overstimulated, your poor cunt just quivering beneath him.
Shoyou keeps rutting his hips and humping the couch until he feels his high approaching at such a high speed, he didn't want to cum into the couch cushions so....what else was he supposed to do other than quickly bury his cumming cock into your wet walls. He groans loudly and deeply, a rasp lacing his voice as he throws his head back and thrusts his hips. You moan just as loudly as tears fill at your waterline, he couldn't possibly think about the fact you've cum so many times the pleasure of him being inside of you felt painful when you were still squeezing his cock so terribly tightly! He slowed the painful thrusts of his hips and let his cock twitch inside of you, making sure every last drop gets inside before he slowly pulls out of your walls, the sensitivity of feeling every inch of his cock slowly and gently slide out of you making those tears finally fall down your warm cheeks. You passed out the second your body could rest. Meanwhile shoyou was just lying on top of you, heavy and sticky with your combined sweat and your cum all over his mouth, chin, and neck. His eyes were heavy and it was as if he could not get enough air in his lungs, despite how warm it was he was at peace.
WARNINGS: NSFW / Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact), Dom!Shoyo, Misunderstandings, Bimbo!Reader, Petty!Reader, Nipple play, Lots of praise, Cunnilingus, Orgasm denial, Edging, STRECTHINGGG, slight restraining, Manhandling, Mating press mm yum, mm doggy style, Shoyo loves your tits and ass, Vulgar!Shoyo, Slight overstimulation, Cum eating, Slight breeding kink, a bit of eating ass
Nut Count (W/C): 8.7k nuts
The chocolate milkshake sent a shiver down your spine as you took another sip, the cold sweetness numbing your tongue despite the November chill that had already turned the cafe windows foggy with condensation.
"I don't understand how you're drinking that," Yachi said, her hands wrapped around her latte as if it were a space heater. "It's literally four degrees outside."
You shrugged, taking another defiant sip through your straw. "Coffee tastes like dirt, and tea takes too long to cool down. This is perfect."
The milkshake coated your mouth with rich chocolate, the flavor intense and decadent. You checked your phone again—two hours until Shoyo's flight landed. Your stomach fluttered at the thought.
"Speaking of cool," Tanaka leaned forward, his elbows creating divots in the worn wooden table. "It’s already November. You guys know what that means?"
"Christmas decorations going up way too early?" you offered, tracing a pattern in the condensation forming on your glass.
"No Nut November," he announced with theatrical solemnity, as if declaring the beginning of a sacred ritual. The words hung in the air alongside the steam from their coffees.
"Oh right," Kiyoko nodded, her crooked smile betraying amusement. "Are you actually doing it this year, Tanaka? Last year you lasted what—four days?"
"Three," he corrected with a self-deprecating grin. "But this year is different. I'm committed. It's already Day 3. I can feel it in my balls."
You watched them banter, the unfamiliar term prickling your curiosity. FOMO bubbled up inside you, that familiar anxiety of being left out of something everyone else seemed to understand.
"What exactly is No Nut November?" you asked, trying to sound casual, as if you were just mildly interested rather than completely clueless.
Yachi’s eyebrows shot up. "Seriously? It's this challenge where you don't, you know..." She made a vague gesture with her hand. "For the whole month."
"Don't what?" Your brow furrowed as you sucked harder on your straw, making a loud noise as you reached the bottom of your glass.
Tanaka snickered. "Don't get off. Don't finish. Don't bust a—"
"It's abstinence," Kiyoko cut in, shooting Tanaka a look. "For a month. Some stupid internet challenge."
"Ohhh." You nodded slowly, the concept forming vaguely in your mind.
It sounded simple enough—probably some health thing, like giving up sugar or alcohol for a month. You pictured bags of mixed nuts, peanut butter jars, and almond milk cartons sitting untouched in kitchen cabinets.
"I could do that."
The table erupted in laughter, the sound drawing glances from neighboring patrons. Your cheeks warmed as you looked between them, not understanding the joke.
"What? I totally could!"
"Sure, sure." Tanaka wiped a tear from his eye. "Especially with Hinata coming back today after being gone for weeks. You two will definitely just be playing board games and having deep conversations all month."
The implication finally started to dawn on you, though not completely. They thought you couldn't avoid... nuts? Because Shoyo was back? Did he bring special Brazilian nuts as souvenirs or something?
"We have self-control," you insisted, defensive without fully understanding why. "And anyway, I'm doing it. I don't want to miss out."
Kiyoko leaned across the table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're telling me that after not seeing Shoyo for three weeks, you're going to keep your hands to yourself for an entire month? The same Shoyo who, according to you, and I quote, 'has thighs that could crush watermelons'?"
Heat crawled up your neck at her words. You had indeed said that, after several glasses of wine during girls' night last month. But you still didn't quite connect this to the nut challenge.
"I—yes. Absolutely. How hard could it be?" Your fingers drummed against the empty glass, the sharp tap-tap-tap betraying your underlying nervousness. "It's just nuts."
Yachi nearly choked on her coffee. "Just nuts. Right."
"I'm serious! I'll join you guys. No Nut November. I'm in." The words tumbled out before you could stop them, propelled by that primal need to belong, to be part of the collective experience.
Tanaka shook his head, clearly amused. "This is going to be the shortest challenge in history. I'm calling it now—you'll break by tomorrow night."
"Bet," you said with false confidence, extending your hand across the table.
He took it, his palm warm against your cold fingers. "Easiest money I'll ever make."
"What do I get when I win?" you asked, already picturing yourself triumphantly collecting whatever prize awaited at the end of the month.
"Bragging rights," Yachi said. "And probably severe frustration."
You rolled your eyes, but your mind had already drifted elsewhere. The clock on your phone showed another ninety minutes until you needed to leave for the airport. Ninety minutes until you'd see Shoyo's wild orange hair bobbing through the arrival gate.
You could almost see him now, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he scanned the crowd for your face, that brilliant smile breaking across his features when he spotted you.
"I still think you're delusional," Kiyoko said, breaking into your daydream. "You're telling me Hinata's going to come home after weeks away, all tan from the Brazilian sun, probably with new muscles from training on the beach, and you're just going to what—high five him and offer him some cashews?"
The table erupted in laughter again, and you felt your face flush hotter. You still didn't fully grasp what was so amusing about avoiding nuts for a month, but their certainty made you even more determined to prove them wrong.
"I have excellent willpower," you insisted, chin tilted upward. "Besides, it's good to challenge yourself sometimes. Shoyo would understand that better than anyone."
Tanaka snorted into his coffee. "Oh, I'm sure he'll be thrilled when you explain you've decided to join No Nut November. Maybe you can make him a little calendar to cross off the days."
"Maybe I will," you said, ignoring the fresh wave of laughter. You checked your phone again—the minutes were finally starting to slip away faster. "Anyway, it's just a month. Not the end of the world."
Outside, a gust of wind rattled the cafe windows, sending a few fallen leaves skittering across the sidewalk. Your empty milkshake glass sat between your palms, the residual coldness seeping into your skin.
"I should probably head out soon," you said, already mentally calculating the route to the airport, imagining the moment you'd see Shoyo step through those doors.
"Don't forget," Yachi teased, gathering her things. "No nuts starting today. That means peanuts, almonds, walnuts..." She trailed off with a smirk that made you wonder if there was still something you were missing.
"Very funny," you said, sliding your arms into your coat sleeves. "I think I can handle avoiding some trail mix for thirty days."
As you all stood to leave, Kiyoko gave you a one-armed hug. "Send our love to Hinata. And good luck with your... abstinence." The word carried a weight that sent another wave of confusion through you, but you brushed it aside, too focused on the thought of seeing Shoyo again.
The cold air hit your face as you stepped outside, your breath forming small clouds that dissipated in the November chill. Your friends waved goodbye, still exchanging knowing looks that you chose to ignore.
All that mattered now was that in less than an hour, you'd be holding Shoyo in your arms again, breathing in his scent, feeling his warmth against the November cold.
You pulled your coat tighter around your body and headed for your car, a smile playing on your lips. Let them laugh about their silly challenge. You were about to see the man who made your heart race after three weeks apart—nothing else mattered.
The airport arrivals area hummed with activity, a symphony of rolling suitcases and overlapping announcements that barely registered as you stood with your eyes fixed on the sliding doors.
Each time they parted, your heart leapt, only to sink back when unfamiliar faces emerged. Your fingers tapped an impatient rhythm against your thigh, and you shifted your weight from foot to foot, the anticipation building like electricity beneath your skin.
When Shoyo finally appeared—his orange hair like a beacon among the crowd—something in your chest broke open.
He hadn't seen you yet, his eyes scanning the waiting faces with that characteristic intensity that made him look like he was calculating trajectories even off the court. The three weeks of his absence seemed to collapse into nothing as you watched him, drinking in the sight of him like you'd been parched.
"Shoyo!" You couldn't contain yourself, your voice rising above the airport clamor.
His head snapped toward your voice, and the transformation was immediate—his serious expression blossoming into that sunshine smile that never failed to make your stomach flip.
He abandoned his luggage cart and broke into a jog, weaving through the crowd with the agility that made him so formidable on the volleyball court.
Then he was there, solid and real, his arms wrapping around your waist as he lifted you clear off the ground. The world spun in a blur of colors as he twirled you, his laughter vibrating against your chest where your bodies pressed together.
His scent enveloped you—a hint of airplane soap mixed with something so him, warm and slightly spicy.
"I missed you so much," he murmured into your neck, his breath hot against your skin, sending goosebumps racing down your arms.
When he set you down, his hands lingered at your waist, his amber eyes taking inventory of your face as if memorizing you all over again.
The Brazilian sun had kissed his skin, deepening his natural tan and bringing out a scatter of freckles across the bridge of his nose. Your fingers traced the curve of his jaw, slightly rougher with stubble than you remembered.
"You look different," you said, your voice soft with wonder.
He grinned, bouncing slightly on his toes the way he did when excited. "Different good or different bad?"
"Different perfect," you assured him, feeling the firm muscles of his shoulders beneath your palms. His training hadn't stopped during his trip—if anything, he seemed more defined, the planes of his body subtly reshaped under your exploring hands.
You helped him gather his luggage, hyperaware of his body moving next to yours, the brush of his arm against your side as he reached for his duffel bag, the way his t-shirt stretched across his back when he leaned forward. Just being in his presence again made your skin feel more sensitive, attuned to his every movement.
In the car, with his scent filling the enclosed space, you found it difficult to concentrate on driving. His hand rested casually on your thigh, his thumb tracing small circles that sent warmth radiating through your jeans.
"So what did you do while I was gone?" he asked, his voice carrying that infectious energy that made even simple questions sound important. "Tell me everything."
"Not much," you admitted, glancing over to see his profile illuminated by passing streetlights. "Work, missed you, hung out with friends, missed you more. Actually, I just came from meeting some friends at the café before picking you up."
"Yeah? How are they doing?"
"Good. They send their love." You paused, remembering the conversation. "Oh, and I've decided to join them for this No Nut November thing they're doing."
You felt rather than saw the subtle shift in Shoyo's posture, a slight stiffening beside you. When you glanced over, his eyebrows had risen almost to his hairline.
"You're... doing No Nut November?" he asked carefully, his voice pitched slightly higher than normal.
"Yep! Starting tomorrow. They didn't think I could do it with you coming back, but I told them we have plenty of self-control."
Shoyo's hand had stilled on your thigh. "Um, you do know what No Nut November actually is, right?"
"Of course I do," you scoffed, not wanting to admit your uncertainty. "It's a challenge. For a month."
"Right, but specifically, it's—"
"I know what it is, Sho," you interrupted, embarrassment making you defensive. "And I think I can handle it. It's just a month."
He was quiet for a moment, then his hand resumed its gentle movement on your leg, though his touch seemed more cautious now.
"Well, if that's what you want to do, I support you," he said, though there was a definite note of disappointment in his voice. "It's just that after three weeks apart, I thought we might..."
His words trailed off suggestively, and you felt a flush creep up your neck. Part of you wanted to ask for clarification about the challenge, but pride kept your lips sealed.
Whatever this nut thing was about, you'd figure it out. How difficult could avoiding some kind of food be?
By the time you arrived at your apartment, the desire to be close to him had overridden any thoughts of challenges or friendly bets. You barely made it through the door before you were on him, your arms winding around his neck as you pressed yourself against the solid warmth of his chest.
"I missed you so much," you breathed against his lips before capturing them with yours, tasting the faint sweetness of the gum he must have chewed on the plane.
His hands found your waist, strong and sure, lifting you effortlessly as your legs wrapped around his hips.
He carried you through the apartment, your bodies tangled together, lips never parting except to gasp for air. You trailed kisses along his jaw, down the column of his neck, breathing in his scent, reacquainting yourself with the taste of his skin. He groaned softly when you nipped at the sensitive spot below his ear.
"I need to shower," he protested weakly as he deposited you on the bed, though his hands contradicted his words as they slid beneath the hem of your shirt.
"Later," you murmured, reaching for him again.
But Shoyo, ever disciplined when he set his mind to something, gently pried your fingers from his shirt.
"Ten minutes," he promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Then I'm all yours."
You flopped back onto the mattress with an exaggerated whine as he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon filling the apartment. Frustration and anticipation coiled in your stomach as you lay there, counting the minutes until he returned.
Steam billowed into the bedroom as the bathroom door swung open, carrying with it the clean scent of soap and shampoo.
Shoyo emerged through the mist like some ancient deity, water droplets clinging to his shoulders and chest, tracing glistening paths down the defined muscles of his torso before disappearing into the white towel slung dangerously low on his hips.
His damp hair was darker, almost russet, plastered against his forehead and temples. When he ran his fingers through it, pushing it back, the orange strands stood in wild disarray, dripping tiny rivulets down the nape of his neck.
You deliberately turned away, fixing your gaze on the wall, arms crossed tightly over your chest.
The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge of the bed, but you maintained your rigid posture, shoulders squared in silent protest. The childish pout on your lips felt justified, even as a part of you acknowledged its ridiculousness.
"Hey," he said softly, his fingertips brushing your shoulder. You shrugged away from his touch, pulling your knees closer to your chest. "What's going on? Did I do something wrong?"
You said nothing, the silence heavy between you, punctuated only by the occasional drip of water from his hair onto the comforter. You could feel his eyes on you, patient yet persistent.
The mattress shifted as he crawled toward you, his movements slow and deliberate like a cat stalking its prey. When you sensed him directly behind you, you scooted further away, maintaining the distance between you.
"Are you mad I took a shower?" His voice carried that hint of playfulness that always made your resolve waver. "I was all gross from the plane. Thought you'd appreciate clean Shoyo over stinky Shoyo."
Despite yourself, your lips twitched at his use of the third person. Still, you refused to look at him, tilting your head further away when you felt his breath against your cheek.
"Come on," he coaxed, moving into your field of vision only for you to turn in the opposite direction. "Tell me what's wrong. I can't fix it if I don't know what it is."
He continued his pursuit as you shifted away, the two of you engaged in a slow-motion chase across the bed until your back met the solid wood of the headboard. Cornered now, you tucked your chin against your chest, still refusing to meet his gaze.
Shoyo planted his hands on either side of you, his body forming a cage that smelled of mint and clean skin. You were acutely aware of the warmth radiating from him, of the single drop of water that fell from his hair onto your collarbone, sliding down beneath the collar of your shirt.
"Please look at me," he whispered, his voice softer now, all teasing gone. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
That gentle tone broke through your defenses. You raised your eyes to find him watching you with such tender concern that your stomach twisted with guilt for your petulant behavior.
His face was inches from yours, close enough that you could count each of the freckles the Brazilian sun had brought out across his nose.
"You hate me," you blurted out, the accusation sounding absurd even to your own ears. "You don't love me anymore and you like Brazilian girls with big tits and big asses and a snatched waist."
Shoyo blinked at you, his expression morphing from concern to utter bewilderment. A beat of silence passed before a laugh bubbled up from his chest, starting as a low chuckle and building into full-bodied mirth that shook the mattress beneath you.
"That's what this is about?" he gasped between fits of laughter. "You think I've been checking out Brazilian girls?"
Your pout deepened. "Stop laughing at me."
He tried to compose himself, pressing his lips together, but his eyes still danced with amusement. "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because it's so ridiculous that you'd think I'd even look at anyone else."
"So you haven't been ogling Brazilian girls?" you pressed, still not entirely convinced.
Shoyo tilted his head, considering. "Well, I mean, you're right about one thing."
Your heart sank. "What?"
"I do like my women with nice curves and great asses," he admitted with a nod, then his eyes raked down your body with such heat that you felt it like a physical touch. "But that's exactly why I can't keep my hands off you. You fit that description perfectly."
The compliment caught you off guard, warming you from within. "You're just saying that."
"Am I?" He reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Because I've spent the last three weeks dreaming about coming home to you. To this exact moment."
His palm cupped your cheek, thumb brushing across your lower lip, coaxing it from its pout.
The bed sheets beneath you were cool, but Shoyo radiated heat, the contrast making your skin prickle with awareness. The towel had slipped even lower on his hips, revealing the sharp cut of muscle that formed a V disappearing beneath the white fabric.
"I missed this," he murmured, his finger tracing the curve of your jaw. "The way your skin feels. The way you smell." He leaned in, his nose skimming along your neck, drawing in a deep breath. "The way you sound when I touch you just right."
Your body responded to his words, a warmth pooling low in your belly. The petty jealousy that had gripped you moments ago dissolved, replaced by a much more urgent desire.
The last rays of evening sunlight filtering through the blinds painted golden stripes across his damp skin, highlighting the contours of muscle that had indeed grown more defined during his time away.
"I'm still mad at you," you whispered, but there was no conviction behind the words.
"No, you're not," he replied, confidence lacing his voice as he inched closer, his breath mingling with yours. "But if you were, I know exactly how to make it up to you."
The distance between you had shrunk to nothing, his forehead resting against yours, your lips a whisper apart.
The smell of his skin—clean and warm—enveloped you, making it impossible to remember why you'd been upset in the first place.
All that mattered was that he was here, he was yours, and the towel around his hips was one tug away from falling entirely.
Shoyo's patience snapped like a taut string. He captured your face between his palms and pulled you to him, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was nothing like the tentative reunion at the airport.
This was hunger, pure and raw.
His lips moved against yours with three weeks of pent-up longing, his tongue seeking entrance, tasting the lingering sweetness of chocolate from your earlier milkshake. You melted into him, your body recognizing his touch like a flower turning toward the sun.
"I've thought about this every night," he murmured against your lips, the vibration of his words sending shivers racing down your spine. His hands left your face to slide down your neck, your shoulders, finally coming to rest on your breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric of your shirt. "About how perfectly these fit in my hands."
His touch was both reverent and possessive, his fingers alternating between gentle caresses and firm grips that made your nipples harden beneath his palms.
When he squeezed particularly firmly, a soft whimper escaped your throat, the sound spurring him on. He pushed you down onto the mattress, his body a welcome weight above yours, the towel barely clinging to his hips now.
"You thought I'd look at other women?" he whispered, his voice dropping an octave lower, taking on that husky quality that only emerged in your most intimate moments. "When I have you? When I know how you sound when I do this?"
His mouth descended to your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin below your ear before biting down just hard enough to make you gasp.
The sharp sting melted into pleasure as his tongue soothed the spot, only for him to move lower and repeat the delicious torture. Each nip and suck sent jolts of electricity straight to your core, your body arching into his, seeking more contact.
"Shoyo," you breathed, fingers tangling in his damp hair as he worked his way across your collarbone, leaving a trail of marks that would bloom into purple evidence of his possession by morning. "Please..."
He looked up at you through those impossibly long eyelashes, his amber eyes dark with desire. "Please what?" he teased, his breath hot against your sensitized skin. "Tell me what you want."
Your hands urged his head lower, toward where heat gathered between your thighs, your body aching with need. "I need you," you managed, the words coming out broken and desperate.
But Shoyo resisted, a smirk playing on his lips as he hovered just above your breasts, his fingers tracing maddening circles around your nipples through your shirt.
"Not so fast," he murmured. "First, I think you owe me an apology."
"For what?" you asked, frustration making your voice sharper than intended.
His teeth grazed your nipple through the fabric, making you jerk beneath him. "For thinking I'd ever look at anyone but you. For doubting how fucking crazy I am about you."
Each statement was punctuated with a light bite or firm squeeze that had you writhing beneath him. "Apologize, and maybe I'll give you what you need."
The heat of his mouth through your shirt was maddening, so close to where you wanted it yet not enough. Your pride dissolved under the onslaught of sensation, replaced by raw need.
"I'm sorry," you gasped as his fingers pinched your nipple just shy of too hard. "I'm so sorry I doubted you. Please, Shoyo, I need you so badly."
"That's better," he murmured, satisfaction evident in his voice. He sat back on his heels, his eyes roaming over your disheveled form with obvious appreciation. "Now let's get these clothes off you. I've been dreaming about your naked body for weeks."
His fingers made quick work of your shirt buttons, exposing your skin inch by tantalizing inch. When he unhooked your bra, he let out a low groan at the sight of your breasts spilling free.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he whispered, bending to take one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his hand attended to the other.
You were so lost in the sensation that you barely noticed him removing the rest of your clothes until cool air hit your most intimate parts. Suddenly you were completely bare beneath him, vulnerable and exposed to his hungry gaze.
The towel around his waist had come loose, revealing the hard evidence of his desire, thick and flushed against his abdomen.
"Look how wet you are already," he murmured, his finger tracing the seam of your cunt with feather-light touches that made you squirm. "All this for me?"
Before you could answer, he was moving down your body, settling between your thighs, his breath hot against your core. He looked up at you, maintaining eye contact as he lowered his head, his tongue making one long, deliberate stroke from your entrance to your clit. The contact after so long apart was electric, your back arching off the bed, a cry tearing from your throat.
"God, I've missed your taste," he groaned, diving back in with newfound urgency. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them wider, exposing more of you to his voracious mouth. He worked you with practiced skill, knowing exactly how to alternate between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on your clit.
When he sealed his lips around that sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked, your hands flew to his hair, holding him in place as pleasure coursed through you in hot waves. But just as you approached the edge, he pulled back, his chin glistening with your arousal.
"Not yet," he teased, blowing cool air against your heated flesh. "I'm not nearly done with you."
He buried his face between your legs again, this time his tongue dipping inside you, fucking into you with pointed precision that had you seeing stars.
The obscene sounds of his enjoyment filled the room—wet, hungry noises punctuated by his appreciative moans and your desperate whimpers.
His hands slid beneath you to grip your ass, lifting your hips to give him better access as he devoured you like a man starved.
"Fuck, Sho," you panted, your head thrashing on the pillow as he found that spot inside you with his tongue that made your toes curl. "Just like that, please don't stop."
Your pleas seemed to fuel his determination. He doubled his efforts, alternating between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit until you were a trembling mess beneath him, coherent thoughts dissolving into raw sensation. When he moaned against you, the vibration sent you hurtling toward the edge, your thighs tensing around his head.
He must have sensed your impending release because he redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly against your clit while one hand moved to pin your bucking hips to the mattress. The other slid between your legs, one finger sliding inside you, then two, curling upward to hit that perfect spot.
"Cum for me," he commanded against your flesh, the words more felt than heard. "Let me taste how good I make you feel."
Your body obeyed, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense your vision blurred at the edges. Still, he didn't relent, drinking in your release, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to prolong your ecstasy until you were pulling at his hair, the sensation teetering on the knife's edge between pleasure and pain.
Only then did he ease back, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, his breath coming in heavy pants that cooled your overheated skin. When he looked up at you, his face was flushed, lips swollen, eyes dark with a hunger that told you he was far from finished.
While you were still floating in the aftermath of your orgasm, Shoyo's fingers replaced his tongue, sliding through your slick folds with practiced ease. He watched your face intently as he pushed two fingers inside you, his eyes darkening at the way your mouth fell open in a silent gasp.
"You're so fucking wet," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "So tight around my fingers. Can you feel how easily you take them after cumming on my tongue?"
His fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made your hips jerk involuntarily. The calluses on his fingertips—evidence of countless hours handling volleyballs—created a delicious friction against your sensitive walls.
When he began to scissor his fingers inside you, stretching your slick walls gently but insistently, white-hot pleasure radiated from your core to your fingertips. Your back arched involuntarily as a throaty moan escaped your parted lips, your inner muscles clenching hungrily around his skilled fingers.
"That's it," he encouraged, his free hand stroking your thigh, tracing patterns on your sweat-dampened skin. "Let me hear how good I make you feel."
He worked his fingers in and out, establishing a rhythm that had you rocking your hips to meet each thrust. His thumb occasionally brushed against your clit, sending aftershocks of pleasure through your already over-sensitized body. His fingers slid in and out with a slick, rhythmic squelch that echoed off the bedroom walls, punctuated by the soft catch of your breath each time he curled them just right.
"You have no idea how much I missed you," Shoyo said, his eyes never leaving your face, tracking every flicker of pleasure that crossed your features. "Not just this, though God knows I thought about being inside you every night."
He twisted his wrist, changing the angle of his fingers, making you cry out. "I missed your laugh. The way you scrunch your nose when you're concentrating. How you always smell like vanilla and love."
The tenderness in his voice contrasted with the deliberate, almost clinical way he was working you open, adding a third finger that stretched you to the edge of discomfort before pleasure took over. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers stretched you open, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming realization that only he could make you feel this complete, this seen.
"I love you so much," he continued, his voice dropping to that intimate register that seemed reserved only for you. "Love how responsive you are." As if to prove his point, he pressed his thumb firmly against your clit, making your back arch off the bed. "Love how your body can't hide anything from me."
Your hands clutched at the sheets, seeking anchor as sensation built again, different from before but no less intense. Each thrust of his fingers sent sparks of pleasure radiating outward, your body remembering and anticipating his touch after the weeks apart.
"Shoyo," you breathed, his name a prayer on your lips. "Please..."
"Please what?" he asked, slowing his movements until you whimpered in frustration. "Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it."
"I need you inside me," you managed, face flushing at the rawness of your own desire.
A slow smile spread across his face, predatory and satisfied. "Oh, I will be. I'm going to fuck you until you forget there was ever a time we were apart."
His fingers resumed their relentless pace, stretching, preparing. "Gonna split you open on my cock, fill you so full, you'll feel me for days."
The crude language, so at odds with his usual sunny demeanor, sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.
This side of Shoyo—dominant, filthy-mouthed, completely focused on your pleasure—was a side only you got to see, and knowing you were the only one who got to experience this side of him sent liquid heat pooling between your thighs.
"You think you're ready for me?" he asked, adding a fourth finger, the stretch burning in the most delicious way. "Think your tight little pussy can take all of me after being empty for so long?"
You nodded frantically, beyond words now, reduced to base responses as he worked you toward another peak. Your thighs trembled, muscles tightening around his fingers as pressure built low in your belly.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised, his voice a ragged whisper. "Gonna fuck you in every position, wanna see your face when I push inside you, when you cum around me." His eyes were molten amber now, pupils blown wide with desire. "Wanna feel you squeeze me, milk every drop from me."
His words sent electricity racing down your spine, your inner walls gripping his fingers so tightly he had to pause mid-thrust, a knowing smile spreading across his face as he felt the sudden wetness coating his knuckles. He felt it and smiled, knowing exactly what effect he was having on you.
"You like that idea?" he asked, though it wasn't really a question.
"Like thinking about me filling you up? Because I've been thinking about nothing else for weeks." He scissored his fingers again, ensuring you were thoroughly prepared. "Jerked off in the shower thinking about your tight heat around me, the sounds you make when I hit that perfect spot."
Your breath came in short gasps now, chest heaving as you spiraled toward another climax. Shoyo recognized the signs, his movements becoming more deliberate, hitting that spot inside you with unerring precision while his thumb circled your clit.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Cum for me again. Wanna feel you cum on my fingers before you cum on my cock."
The combination of his filthy words and skilled touch detonated something primal inside you—your second orgasm didn't just wash over you but violently seized your body, wrenching a scream from your throat as your vision fractured into white-hot shards.
Every muscle locked, your back arching so severely you thought you might snap in half, inner walls clamping around his fingers with such force he had to fight to keep them inside you. He worked you through it, gentling his touch as the sensitivity became too much, but not withdrawing completely.
When you could focus again, you found him watching you with a mixture of awe and pride, his lips curved in a smile that was both tender and triumphant. He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, his eyes locked with yours in a gesture so intimate it made your breath catch.
"Perfect," he murmured, crawling up your body to press a kiss to your lips. You tasted yourself on his tongue, the flavor mingling with the natural sweetness of his mouth. "But I'm just getting started with you."
He positioned himself between your thighs, the hard length of him pressing against your entrance, hot and insistent. One hand braced beside your head while the other guided himself to your slick heat.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, voice tight with restraint. "Gonna stretch this pretty pussy around my cock until you can't remember what it feels like to be empty."
Shoyo's towel had long since been abandoned, leaving him gloriously naked above you. His body was a testament to years of athletic training—all lean muscle and defined planes, taut skin stretched over strength that was as functional as it was beautiful.
He positioned himself at your entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your slickness without pushing in, teasing you with the promise of fullness.
"Been thinking about this for weeks," he groaned, his self-control visibly fraying as he notched himself just inside you, the stretch already making your breath catch. "Dreaming about how tight and wet you'd be for me."
When he finally pushed forward, filling you in one long, deliberate thrust, the sensation overwhelmed you both.
Shoyo's head fell back, the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. Your body stretched to accommodate him, the slight burn melting into pleasure as he seated himself fully inside you.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice strained, eyes squeezing shut as if the feeling was too intense to bear. "So fucking tight. Like your pussy was made for my cock."
He held still for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation of being joined again after weeks apart. When he opened his eyes, they were dark with a hunger that made your inner walls clench involuntarily around him. He felt it and smiled, a flash of teeth that was more predatory than sweet.
"Missed this," he murmured, beginning to move with shallow thrusts that gradually deepened. "Missed you squeezing me like you never wanna let go."
His hands found your wrists, pinning them above your head as he established a rhythm that had the headboard knocking softly against the wall.
The position left you completely open to him, unable to do anything but take what he gave—which was exactly what you wanted. Your body had never been a mystery to Shoyo; he read your desires like a familiar map, navigating each curve and valley with practiced ease.
"More," you gasped, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. "Harder, Sho."
Something shifted in his expression, a tightening around his eyes that signaled the last of his restraint snapping.
He released your wrists only to grab your legs, pushing them up and back until your knees were nearly beside your ears, folding you almost in half.
The position—what he'd once laughingly called the "mating press" after seeing the term online—drove him impossibly deeper, his cock hitting places inside you that had you seeing stars.
"This what you want?" he asked, his voice rough as he thrust harder, the new angle allowing him to bottom out with each stroke. "Want me to fuck you so deep you feel me in your throat?"
You could only nod frantically, words beyond you as pleasure built with each powerful thrust. The position left you completely at his mercy, pinned beneath his weight, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging half-moons into his skin that would join the marks your mouth had left earlier.
"Shoyo, oh god, yes," you managed between gasps, your voice higher than usual, breathy with need. "You feel so good. Missed you so much."
He bent to capture your lips in a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than finesse, swallowing your moans as he maintained the punishing pace. When he pulled back, his eyes raked down your body, lingering on where your breasts bounced with each thrust.
"Perfect," he murmured, one hand leaving your thigh to cup a breast, thumb circling the nipple until it peaked hard against his touch. "Fuckin’ perfect tits." He squeezed, not quite gently, his fingers dimpling the soft flesh. "Love how they fit in my hands, like they were made for me to play with."
He bent his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make you cry out. Your back arched involuntarily, toes curling against the sheets as lightning shot from your nipple straight to your core, making your inner walls clench around him.
A strangled cry escaped your throat—half his name, half incoherent pleasure—as your fingernails dug crescents into his shoulders. His hands worked your breasts with hungry devotion, fingers pressing into soft flesh—one moment tender as if handling something precious, the next claiming you with a grip that bordered on painful, leaving ghost-white imprints that would bloom into bruises by morning.
"So soft," he groaned against your skin, moving to lavish attention on your other breast. "Could play with these for hours."
Your thighs trembled against his grip, hamstrings screaming in protest. A cramp threatened to seize your left calf, the muscle twitching visibly beneath the skin. Your breath came in shallow gasps, not just from pleasure now but from the strain of being bent nearly in half.
Sensing your discomfort, Shoyo released your legs, allowing you to stretch them out around his waist. But before you could adjust to the new position, he was pulling out completely, leaving you empty and aching.
"Turn over," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "On your hands and knees."
You complied eagerly, your body humming with anticipation as you positioned yourself, back arched to present your ass to him. His hands were on you immediately, palms hot against the curve of your buttocks, squeezing and kneading the flesh with obvious appreciation.
"Look at this ass," he murmured, almost to himself, thumbs spreading you open to expose your glistening center. "Fuckin’ perfect."
When he pushed back into you, the new angle had you burying your face in the pillow to muffle your scream of pleasure. His hips snapped against your ass with each thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room alongside your mingled moans. His grip on your hips was bruising, fingers digging into soft flesh as he held you in place for his relentless pace.
"Take it so well," he praised, one hand sliding up your spine to tangle in your hair, pulling just enough to arch your neck back. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so deep."
His other hand remained on your ass, occasionally delivering sharp slaps that made you jolt and clench around him, drawing guttural groans from his throat. He seemed fascinated by the way the flesh jiggled with each impact, with each powerful thrust of his hips.
"Love watching your ass bounce when I fuck you," he said, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. "Love how it claps back at me, like she’s askin’ for more."
He released your hair to grab both ass cheeks, pulling them apart as he watched himself disappear inside you over and over. His pupils dilated until his eyes were nearly black, his hips stuttering forward in sharp, uneven jerks. A vein pulsed at his temple as his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with each ragged breath that escaped through his teeth in hot, desperate pants against your skin.
"Look so fucking good stretched around me," he groaned, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of your spine.
One hand slid around to find your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had your internal muscles clenching around him in waves. Your vision blurred at the edges as your thighs began to tremble uncontrollably.
Each circle of his thumb sent electric jolts up your spine while his cock dragged against that spot inside that made your breath catch in your throat. Your fingers clutched desperately at the sheets, knuckles whitening as the pressure built low in your belly, coiling tighter with each thrust.
"That's it," he encouraged, feeling your body tighten around him. "Squeeze my cock. Wanna feel you cum while I'm deep inside you."
His words, his touch, the relentless pounding of his hips against yours—it all became too much. Your arms gave out, face pressing into the mattress as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your inner walls pulsing around his length as you came with a muffled scream of his name.
Shoyo didn't slow, fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you were trembling, oversensitive, caught in that exquisite space between pleasure and pain. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, holding you in place as he chased his own release with increasingly desperate thrusts.
"Sho, I can't—I can't take anymore," you whimpered, your voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed through you. Your body both hollow and too full, nerves singing with overstimulation, muscles trembling with the effort of holding yourself up. "Please, it's too much."
"You can take it," he insisted, his voice strained and breathless against your ear as he draped himself over your back. His chest was slick with sweat against your spine, his heartbeat a frantic rhythm you could feel through his skin. "Just a little more. Be a good girl and take it. Gonna fill you up now."
His thrusts grew erratic, losing their careful rhythm as he chased his release. One hand slid beneath you to play with your oversensitive clit, making you jerk and cry out from the intensity. Your inner walls fluttered around him, aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your core.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," he groaned, the words punched out of him as his hips slammed against yours one final time.
He pressed as deep as possible, grinding against you as he pulsed inside, hot spurts of his release painting your inner walls. His whole body went rigid, muscles locked tight as he emptied himself with a guttural moan that seemed torn from somewhere primal and deep.
For a long moment, you stayed frozen together, both panting, sweat cooling on your skin as your heart rates gradually slowed. Shoyo peppered kisses across your shoulders, murmuring praise against your skin—how perfect you were, how good you felt, how much he'd missed being inside you.
When he finally pulled out, you felt empty and sore in the most satisfying way. But instead of collapsing beside you, his hands went to your ass again, thumbs spreading your cheeks apart as he observed his handiwork with obvious satisfaction.
"Look at that," he murmured, voice filled with masculine pride as he watched his release begin to seep from your well-used cunt. "So fucking hot."
Before you could respond, you felt something warm and wet against your sensitive flesh—his tongue, lapping at the mixture of your combined releases. You gasped, trying to squirm away from the almost painful stimulation, but his hands held you firmly in place.
"Shoyo, what are you—oh god," you moaned as his tongue delved inside you, scooping out his own cum with obscene thoroughness. The wet sounds of his enjoyment filled the room, punctuated by your helpless whimpers as he cleaned you with single-minded dedication.
Before you could process what was happening, he spat the mixture back onto your pussy, the warm fluid hitting your sensitive flesh making you jerk with surprise.
"Wanna put it back where it belongs," he explained, two fingers gathering the fluid and pushing it back inside you. The digits moved easily in your oversensitive pussy, your body still slick and open from his earlier attentions. "Wan’ you to keep a part of me inside you."
His fingers worked the mixture deeper, massaging your inner walls while his mouth moved higher, tongue circling the tight pucker of your other entrance. The unexpected sensation made you gasp, your hand flying to his damp hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
Your toes curled against the sheets as his fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. His tongue traced wet circles, each one sending electric jolts up your spine that made your thighs quiver.
You bit down on your lip, a whimper escaping as your hips bucked involuntarily between his mouth and hand, chasing the building pressure that threatened to shatter you completely. It built differently this time, slower and deeper, a tension that coiled tight at the base of your spine before exploding outward in waves that had you crying out his name.
Only then did Shoyo relent, pressing a final kiss to your inner thigh before crawling up your body. He collapsed beside you, one arm thrown across your waist, his face nestled against your neck. You both lay there boneless and spent, the only sound your gradually steadying breaths and the distant hum of the heating system fighting against November's chill.
"You okay?" he asked after a while, propping himself up on one elbow to study your face with genuine concern. His fingertips traced gentle patterns on your stomach, a stark contrast to the possessive grip he'd maintained during your coupling. "Was I too rough? You're not hurt?"
You smiled lazily up at him, too satisfied to move, your body humming with pleasant aftershocks. "I'm perfect. Just... thoroughly used."
"Good used or bad used?" His brow furrowed slightly, that earnest worry so quintessentially Shoyo that it made your heart swell.
"The best kind of used," you assured him, reaching up to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. "Like I've welcomed you home properly."
His smile bloomed slow and sweet, relief evident in the relaxing of his shoulders. He bent to place a tender kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, finally landing softly on your lips. This kiss held none of the urgency from before—just warmth and affection that made your toes curl for entirely different reasons.
"I missed you so much," he murmured against your lips, his weight a comforting presence as he half-draped himself over you. "Not just the sex. Though that was..."
"Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? The best of your life?" you supplied helpfully, grinning up at him.
"All of the above," he agreed with a soft laugh, his fingers brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead. His expression sobered slightly. "I'm sorry, though."
"For what?"
"For making you lose your No Nut November challenge on day one." He looked genuinely contrite, though there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I just couldn't help myself. You're so beautiful, and I missed you so much, and when you were lying there looking at me like that, I just—"
You cut him off with a finger to his lips, a bubble of laughter rising in your chest as the full extent of your misunderstanding finally dawned on you.
"Shoyo... I thought 'No Nut November' meant not eating peanuts for the month..."
His expression froze, amber eyes widening comically as he processed your words. For a beat, he was perfectly still, then he collapsed against you, shoulders shaking with unrestrained laughter that vibrated through both your bodies.
"You thought—" he gasped between fits of laughter, "—it was about food?"
Your face heated with embarrassment, but you couldn't help joining his laughter, the absurdity of the situation washing away any mortification.
"I thought I got it! Everyone was talking about it like it was this big thing, and I just assumed..."
"Oh my god," he wheezed, rolling onto his back, one arm thrown across his eyes. "That's why you were so confident! I was literally so confused how you were gonna raw dog a whole month without getting railed by me."
"Well, I don't even like peanuts that much," you defended weakly, poking him in the ribs, which only made him laugh harder.
When he finally caught his breath, he turned to look at you, eyes shining with mirth and tenderness. "So... since you lost already…" He gestured between your bodies, a hopeful grin playing on his lips.
"Yes, we can do it again," you confirmed, snuggling closer to his warmth. "Though I probably need a few hours to recover before round two."
"I can work with that," he murmured, pulling you against his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath your ear. "I've got a whole month of making up for lost time ahead of me."
As he snuggled into you, you quickly grabbed your phone to update your friends.
— content warning: smut, bestfriend!hinata x fem reader (timeskip), drunk sex, oral (cunnilingus), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, masturbation, size kink, dumbification | MINORS DNI
— word count: 1.8k
— a/n: not proofread. this is for anon, thank you for this request! enjoy reading ♥︎
you’ve always told your best friend hinata your deepest secrets.
talking about anything under the sun is like a walk in the park. he knew how your sex life goes, and you also knew some of his trade secrets.
it doesn’t come off easily, though, because he judges your choices. you just got out of a long-term toxic relationship, and it’s almost so canon that any other person would go through this phase of simply not giving a fuck.
you give in, talking to any other men here and there, and at times, when they’re respectful enough, you would let them roll the dice.
but at the other end, hinata secretly wishes it would be him that you choose.
the night is filled with elegance and liquor. hinata took you out to drink tonight, knowing well that you recently just had the worst sex experience with a guy you barely knew.
“what do you mean you got it on with a loser again?” hinata laughs, face beaming with amusement at another one of your failed setups.
“how was i supposed to know?” you groaned, holding your head in your hands, elbows placed on top of the bar table. “it’s always the guys that have the biggest egos.”
he laughs at your remark, swiveling the glass of whiskey. you take a glance at your best friend, and he looks rather neat tonight; compared to his usual athletic attire, hinata picked you up at your place with his tucked button down, rolled up sleeves, slacks with a shiny belt buckle, and leather shoes. it’s a rare sight that you almost swoon, but you’re too caught up thinking about this other guy as you sit in the passenger seat of hinata's car, cradling your tiny purse that sits on the short hem of your dress to keep it in place. when you arrived at the private bar, hinata opens the door for you, gesturing an after you hand as you walk in. you didn’t notice it, but if you looked right back at him, he stared at you in awe; the black dress just suits your figure really well. it’s not surprising that any other man would fall for you. you’re just, that alluring.
“if it makes you any better, i got stood up last month,” hinata muses, like it doesn’t affect him anymore. “pretty lady, she just can’t handle the fame.”
“well,” you smirk, picking up the glass of alcohol. “you’re the hinata shoyo, you’re impossible to date.” you take a sip, almost smiling at your remark.
“huh?” hinata’s eyes dart at yours, then to your lips, and back at your stare. “you’re mean!”
you chuckle softly, bringing the glass down. “what? unless you want everyone to see on the news that you’ve been screwing.”
“yeah right,” he crosses his arms on the table. “but are you okay? did he do something wrong?”
you sigh, recalling the night you got a 2 am text from that guy. you wished you weren’t awake at the time so you didn’t get to experience what you had. “yeah, i’m fine. well, it’s just that, he only did it for his own pleasure.”
hinata gives you a look of concern, stare never leaving your direction as he listens intently.
“i’m just disappointed, y’know? the amount of guys that do that. i can’t deny that it feels good, pleasuring men at that.” you toy with your glass.
“it’s just, i’ve never had any of them make me finish.”
the air was suddenly thick. hinata almost can’t breathe at the sudden thoughts in his head. you and your pretty face, your moans, and your dripping slick as you cum. you repeating his name over and over again as he overstimulates you, giving you the pleasure you need and deserve. and that it was him that makes you cum.
this is wrong.
he says in his head.
she’s my best friend.
his cock stirs in his pants. with the amount of alcohol in his system, he thinks it should have been him.
“sho?” you ask. “you’re unusually quiet tonight.”
and that’s true. hinata shoyo always speaks his mind, no matter how crazy your story is. it’s awfully still in the space between the two of you tonight.
maybe it’s the alcohol talking. maybe he didn’t care about risking everything.
he shifts in his seat, stretching his arm to hold the edge of the table with his hand. he looks rather uneasy.
“do you wanna give it a try?”
your head spins. you can blame the amount of drinks you had, but something about the way your best friend asked just sent butterflies to your core.
you just look at him.
“i'm sorry-”
your hand that grabs his shuts him up. you drag hinata to the door, not uttering a single word.
“what? hey, where-”
you kind of chuckle to yourself. you don’t know what you’re thinking, all you know is you certainly trust your best friend.
and that you’re gonna get laid tonight.
“your place. now.”
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the ride on the way to hinata’s was excruciatingly painful. his intoxication has been long gone since you pulled him from the bar stool. the heat that pools in your core grew more, and you see him on your peripheral, gripping the steering wheel. it’s hot seeing him like this, muscles on his arm flexing at his every maneuver.
finally, you reach his place. he gets out of the car to open your door, and you follow suit. he wraps his big arm around your waist, probably for support, seeing how you’re still kind of tipsy from the alcohol, but it’s also because he’s so pent up that he can’t wait to be in between your legs.
hinata swings his door open, grabs you in, and closes it rather swiftly. he pins you on the door and finally kisses you, mercilessly. you bury your hand in his ginger hair, reciprocating the movement of his lips.
he tastes like whiskey and a dream, his calloused hands dragging onto your skin now wrapped around you to carry you towards his room. you moan in his mouth as his touch turns you on.
he enters his room, breaking the kiss to lay you down on his bed.
“never finished?” he hisses, grabbing your ankles to make you sit at the edge of the bed. “you deserve more than that.”
“shoyo,” you whimper as he spreads your thighs. the cold air hits your core, making you shiver. he plays with the band of your underwear, heavy gaze looking at you for permission. you nod, and he takes it off.
hinata groans as he looks at your pussy, all puffy and wet just for him. he massages your inner thighs then quickly spreads your lips. “so pretty.”
“ohmygod,” you moan. “shoyo.”
“you’re already wet,” he whispers, adoring every inch of you. “your pussy’s so pretty, all spread out for me, huh?”
hinata’s so blunt that your head spins, your muscles clenching around nothing. he’s being painfully slow, but he’s being careful not to hurt his best friend. he slowly kisses your sides, making you squirm and move your hips involuntarily. he pins you down the mattress.
“don’t, move, a, muscle,” he kisses your pussy after each word.
“please, shoyo,” you whine, and you think you can just cum from this.
hinata finally licks a quick stripe up your folds, looking at your reaction.
“fuck!”
you already look so fucked out and restless from his touch it drives him insane. so he dives in, licking up and down your pussy, drawing circles around your clit, and slowly sucking on it. you can’t almost breathe at how good he eats you out. he laps at your folds faster, the tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.
it’s all too much now, and you feel everything closing in, your orgasm finally coming in waves, almost there-
“sh-shoyo, i’m gonna-”
and he stops right there.
you groan, about to protest on why he didn't let you cum, but you see him unbuckling his belt.
your disappointment turned into excitement as he removes his clothing in front of you. you remove your dress and throw it to the side.
and fuck, you see his tanned skin, toned muscles, and his length pulsating in the air. you figured he was big, but not this big, his dick leaking with precum. you wonder if you’ll be able to handle all of it.
hinata grabs your legs, propping them onto his broad shoulders. you hold his face as he moves his other hand to reach for his cock.
he hisses as he pumps his length, slowly positioning himself to your entrance.
“fuck me, shoyo,” you moan as the tip of his dick touches your pussy. “please-”
he thrusts it in, letting out a deep groan that vibrated from his chest. your pussy feels so good he closes his eyes shut, basking in your warmth, a sensation that he’d imagined back at the bar.
“so tight,” hinata gasps as he bottoms out. you’re nothing but a whimpering mess to his cock that’s impaling you right now, so big you can’t say a word.
you cry at his size, a tear streaming down your face as he moves his hips. you almost scream as he quickens the pace, fucking you so good, hitting all the right spots. the bed creaks at how hard he’s grinding into you, cock kissing your cervix again and again.
“ah, ah, ah,” you sigh at every thrust. “shoyo!” you grip his arms.
“right there?” he smirks, realizing where your sweet spot is. “like it right there?”
your legs shake. and you can’t speak at this state, so you nod, gasping for air.
hinata picks up the pace again, reaching for your lips to kiss you. his cock throbs as you moan in his mouth.
“atta girl,” he breaks the kiss to let you breathe, “this is what you deserve, yeah?”
and you feel it once again, and this time, he lets you.
“i’m gonna cum,” you gasp, scratching his back. “‘m gonna cum shoyo fuck fuck-”
you finally cum, your pussy spasming onto his girth, your face wet with tears and lips blabbering his name over and over again.
“shit,” hinata pulls his cock out of you, stroking his length as he spurts his thick hot load on your stomach.
you both breathe, rather erratically, as he plops down beside you. he looks at you and the pretty mess he’s done on you.
“hey,” he puts his face closer to yours. “you okay?”
“yeah,” you smile. “holy fuck, shoyo.”
you both laugh at what you just did. after months of enduring guys that are a pain in the ass, you’ve come to realize what you have with hinata is what you deserve all this time.
he grabs tissues to clean you up, and you look at him, almost uttering a word. but you decided to just look at him, basking into the comfortable silence.
hinata comes back to bed, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you. you rest your face on his chest.
maybe fucking your best friend wasn’t a bad idea after all.
Anon: Hello again!💞 💗This is my second request for Nsfw headcanons for Tamaki (MHA), Ayato (Tokyo Ghoul), Isagi (Blue Lock), Hanamiya, Mibuchi, Himuro (KNB), Gintoki, Toshiro, Shoyo, Shinzuke (Gintama). Again just like the last one you can reject/delete this and you don't have to write for every single character if there is someone you aren't comfortable with/don't write or/and don't know how to write for them!! For this I would also like to be kept anonymous please and have a good day/night!!💕💖🌸
I already did Nsfw Hc's for Tamaki in a previous post.
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Nsfw Hc's
Kirishima Ayato
🌌Few things are worse for Ayato than the emotional decay that he experiences the moment he falls in love with you. A human who he looks down on so much. Forceful with everything he does, it is his goal to have you fear him and obey him. He cannot be seen as weak by anyone, including you. Following the emotional decay is the physical deterioration of his self-control though, one that makes itself noticable in a visible bulge straining against his pants. It is the palpable fear that he inflicts you with that has his body reacting. The sound of your erratic heartbeat screaming within your chest, the heavy sound of terrified breaths rattling within your chest, the sight of glistening tears streaming down your chest and the scent of your blood pumping through your veins awaken primal parts within Ayato. Yet despite you being used to him being nothing but cruel and selfish, surprisingly enough Ayato initially shies away instead of forcing himself on you. He fears the intimacy, as ridiculous as this may sound. The very same man who has bitten, scarred and abducted you is terrified of the thought of being intimate. All because he fears that he might reveal feelings you aren't meant to know of.
🌌The humiliation truly never ceases with you around, doesn't it? It's not like he hasn't masturbated before but back then it was usually because he was high from blood lust and the ecstasy that followed a good kill. Now the reason for his raging boner is a meek human who he refuses to let him see in this pathetic state. All Ayato can do is jerk himself off, fist wrapped around his flushed cock and cursing through gritted teeth as slippery sounds fill the air. Sometimes though that isn't enough stimulation for him. Sometimes he requires more and so Ayato soon finds himself rummaging though your worn clothes and stealing your panties. Can he possibly sink any lower? Probably not but there is nothing he can do when his cock remains stiff and persistent. The smell clinging to your underwear drives him crazy and he despises that. Thinking about the way the fabric must be hugging your lips sends jolts of electricity down his member as his fist slides up and down more urgently his lubricated shaft. If you're having your period and the scent of hormones and blood clings to the thin fabric, Ayato is a goner. He hates how good it feels when his balls tighten and he soils his entire fist with his release.
🌌It all comes to a halt when you one day catch him masturbating, his cock wrapped around your underwear. Even Ayato is left speechless when you walk in on him shamelessly fucking your panties and for one moment he stutters for words. All until embarrassment and shame are replaced with anger. This is all your fault. You have reduced him to this pathetic state and now you don't even have the nerve to knock on the door before entering. You don't get to make fun of him for this. No, now you finally pay. Not only a minute later he has you kneeling in front of him. hands grabbing your hair and the back of your neck as his cock hammers at the back of your throat. There's spit sliding down your mouth and tears rolling down your cheeks as you nearly choke on his erection and unrelenting pace yet Ayato doesn't allow you any break. His Kagunan has been activated, irises striking red as he stares down at your pathetic form. He should have done this way sooner, he concludes eventually as he feels his balls tightening before he shoves his full length in your mouth and shoots ropes of cum down your throat. From now on he will use you just like he should have always done.
🌌Ayato has never been a gentle lover to begin with and that perfectly is mirrored in the way he fucks you. All Ayato does is take and take and take without giving back. He cares about his pleasure first and foremost whilst you will just have to get by somehow. Whenever he walks into the room with a visible dent in his pants, he expects you on your knees within seconds and he doesn't care whether you want to or not. It's all about power and control for Ayato and he now extends that to sexual activities too. He is the one you fear and the one who holds all the power and that manifests in the sick way he gets turned on when your cheeks are wet with salty tears and your eyes stare pitifully up at him all whilst you nearly gag whenever the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. He manhandles you during sex, the grip of his hands on your body unforgiving and aching still the next day. Blood is always shed during sex and injuries are like marks used to claim you. Your collarbone, shoulders and the insides of your thighs are covered in scars of his teeth as the taste of your blood is too good to miss out on. After all Ayato only ever indulges himself.
🌌One of the few times where you end up on the receiving end is when you are on your period in which case Ayato will end up eating you out. Even then it is more about his desires as he forces you to stand with your legs spread for hours and his tongue between your folds, hot breath hitting your moist pussy as blood and wet arousal drip down your thighs. It doesn't matter that you're feeling sore from overstimulation and that your knees feel like they're about to give in. You only get to close your legs once Ayato's appetite is stilled. If you thought that at the very least sex would only be restricted to the little apartment he keeps you locked away in, you are greatly mistaken. You realise that when Ayato fucks you on the roof of a building, half of your body dangling over the edge which has you clinging terrified to him as his cock plunges into your wet hole. Or when you're sprawled on the wet ground of a side street whilst he pounds into you from above. Or when you're pressed against the moist walls of the sewers, scratching his back desperately as he abuses your hole. You're terrified that another ghoul might find the two of you. Ayato wouldn't let that happen. But you don't need to know that.
🌌Whilst the aroma of fear and the sight of tears are big turn-ons for Ayato, he finds the sound of your cries and sobs to be rather annoying still. So if you cry too much during sex it happens quite a lot that he shoves his fingers in your mouth or wraps a hand warningly around your throat, squeezing with enough pressure to have you wheeze for oxygen. Just shut up. This is all your fault. There are those moments that start happening more frequently as time passes by. Moments where he looks at your face and suddenly pauses before he suddenly lifts you up and shoves your face down to the ground before he fucks you from behind. You never understand why he does this and why he refuses to face you as he pounds into you from behind, one of hands always pressing your head down so you cannot even turn around and look at him. The truth is that it becomes too much at times. His fear of intimacy cracking open a side of him that he thinks of as too weak to ever be seen eventually becomes the truth. He may try to be as harsh and cruel as he can but once the seeds are planted, its growth cannot be stopped. You must never know though, must never see the look on his face even as he insults you.
Hanamiya Makoto
❌Hanamiya is a living nightmare to walk into to begin with. After all he uses people for his personal benefit and enjoyment all the time. Being obsessed with you only amplifies all disturbing traits and the sexual tension follows soon after. Only that it is utterly one-sided as you are disgusted and horrified by him. What a shame that this only turns him on more. He doesn't care if you call him a creep and pervert. In fact the revulsion in your eyes often is enough to make him half-hard already and he doesn't even bother hiding that. No, he actually wants you to see it because the growing discomfort in your eyes turns him on only more. That eerie grin on his face the moment your eyes land on the straining bulge in his pants is the stuff of nightmares and you feel your stomach churning when he shifts his position to give you an even better view of it. You can pretend to be better than that all you want. Hanamiya will have you soon reduced to nothing but a drooling slut around his cock. Insult him all you want for now. Soon he will reduce you to something even more dumb and pitiful than you already are. He'll ruin and stain you so that no one else will want to have you and you'll have to crawl back to him.
❌The corruption kink runs high with Hanamiya. He is a freak and unashamed of admitting that and he wants you to kneel in front of him and beg for his cock. Nothing would turn him more on than to reduce you to a cock-hungry whore who just wants to be fucked out of her mind by him. The mere thought gets him hard. He has patience even if you may believe him to be only a perverted creep. That carelessness to be ashamed though is very dangerous for you as it means that Hanamiya has no personal boundaries. In fact after every time he acts like a creep around you and gets turned on by the look of disgust in your eyes, he immediately seeks out the next bathroom to masturbate. It doesn't matter that other people are around and could potentially hear him. It only matters to him that he pumps his hips into his fists whilst he replays in his mind the disgusted look on your face. You just wait. Soon he'll have you open that pretty mouth of yours for him. Worst of all is that he doesn't even hide that he masturbates whilst thinking of you. You made the mistake of asking him once and he answered with far too many details. Now he always tells you to heighten your discomfort.
❌Soon after the messages start. Somehow he gets his hands on your number and from that point on he texts you when he is jerking off to the thought of you, explaining in detail what is going through his head and what he is feeling. It doesn't stop at mere texts. Pictures of his hands wrapped around his thick and flushed cock smeared with pre-cum and eventually even audios follow where you can hear the sounds of him audibly panting and groaning out your name whilst the slick sound of his pelvis thrusting into his fist is the constant background noise. Obviously you block him only for Hanami to then confront you in public. He doesn't care that other people are around but he likes to play with your discomfort as he starts explaining to you what he was doing the other day. What starts as a whisper grows gradually louder until you are either left with the choice of others hearing about his sexual activities involving you or abruptly leaving only to risk him following you and cornering you when you are all alone. The way his hands slide all over your body makes you sick, especially since he isn't even ashamed to get frisky in public with you. Don't be so shy after all.
❌Once he manages to corner you with no people around, things get dangerous and sexual quickly. After all he has you pressed against the nextbest surface within seconds as a nightmarish grin stretches his lips apart. His body is smushed in yours as he excitedly retells you all of his fantasies involving you. Hands slide into your shirt and across your stomach and to your horror you can feel how he starts hardening down there, already starting to rut against your clothed sex like some dog in heat. Such makeout sessions are very common but worst of all is that once he gets some dirt on you, he basically forces you to let him do this. Unless you wish for him to release whatever secret he has on you. It's always hell to endure it as he ruts against your pussy or ass, that disturbing grin on his face always there even as he presses kisses all over your neck and moans purposefully loud into your ear how much he enjoys this and how he will soon have you reduced to something even more pathetic than him. He often cums in his pants whilst humping against you, a faint blush on his cheeks as his tongue darts out to lick over the frantic pulse of your neck.
❌Actual sex with him is dirty, mean and unfair just like he is. He'll have you choke around his cock and settle for a brutal pace on purpose until you tear up, the sight enough for him to blow up and pull out to splash his sticky semen all over your face and chin. He'll have you kneel in front of him with your hands wrapped around his erection, jerking him off whilst forcing you to compliment his cock, The more humiliated and embarrassed you are, the harder he gets and worst of all is that his erection may not go down for hours as he gets turned on too quickly. His one goal when he has you all for himself is to fuck you and make you cum until you are too stupid to think properly only for him to rail you into the sheets even more then. He takes aphrodisiacs to be able to go on for longer so he can enjoy the sight of you you reduced to a drooling and babbling mess and it is very likely that he spikes your food and drinks with them as well until you are soaking wet and he can call you a 'needy slut' when he pushes your underwear aside and plunges his fingers deep into your heat. You can barely hear the shutter of a camera going off. Oh, this will make some wonderful material to blackmail you with.
❌Want to know what's even more humiliating? He knows how to eat your pussy. That tongue that loves to lick all over you knows exactly what to do once it dips into your moist folds and that reluctance to give away how good it feels only motivates Hanamiya to grab your thighs and pull them apart even more for better access. God, he loves to get all dirty with you. He spits on your pussy before devouring your juices like he hasn't had a decent meal in days, sucks on your nipples and leaves them stained in his saliva and the moment he feels his balls tightening he pulls out to spurt his cum all over your chest and abdomen. It makes for wonderful pictures after all. The dirtier and more ruined you are, the better. He probably even has some sex tapes he records secretly and gets off to when he can't get his hands on you. He's obscenely loud and you don't know if he is doing this on purpose or not. His grunts and moans are straight out of a porn and because he loves getting freaky in public places, you're forced to cover his mouth with your hands or muffle the sounds with your lips. Until he thrusts right against the bundle of nerves within you at least and you have to bite down to silence your own moans.
Himuro Tatsuya
◾️What a strange twist his life has come to. After all normally it is Himuro whom other people yearn for. With his looks, intelligence and his skills it is no surprise that he has women of all ages swooning for him. Yet the one girl he is in love with is not quite as interested in him as others would be. Initially that is really no reason for Himuro to be worried. He may actually like the fact that he is able to court someone now and woo them over with his charms. What he did not see coming though and what turns out to give him quite a bit of problems is how easily aroused and turned on he suddenly finds himself when around you. That has never happened before and it completely throws him off the rails. After all he is hailed for his poker face and normally composed attitude yet the obsession has his hormones going crazy. Accidental touches and fleeting glances are enough to have his dick stir and the harder to get you are, the more aroused he seems to find himself. Obviously he wouldn't want to admit that ever to anyone but it seems like the less available you are, the more he yearns for you- and so does his cock. He feels like dying every time he has to hunch over and hide the dent in his pants.
◾A pretty boy by nature, Himuro only seems to become prettier the more pent-up he is. The thick tip of his cock is red and oozing with translucent pre-cum dripping down his shaft and there is the prettiest pink blush on his face, eyes misty as he looks at you. It comes as a surprise more to you than to him with just how putty he becomes if you willingly decide to indulge him. To him on the other hand the embarrassment is much more fleeting. It lasts only a few seconds before he throws all shame away as the euphoria that he has you finally like this to himself overweights all pride. He just wants you that much and crumbles the first time he finally has you all to himself and the more time it took to get here, the more he will just melt. Even the sounds that he lets out are beautiful. Soft pants that hit your skin, airy moans as the pleasure sparks up his spine and the low whimpers and groans of your name as he gets closer to his release. He may never be the loudest person in bed but he lets out plenty of noises which only you will ever get to hear. Usually it's a very intimate experience which is what Himuro strives for. He wants it to be about connection and less about being messy.
◾What if things do get messy though? Does that happen? Oh, it definitely does and those are moments that Himuro looks back on with a mixture of shame and guilty pleasure. It happens mostly when he is desperate because you're being distant and nothing seems to work to charm you. He hates it when things then escalate as much as you do because the memories it leaves behind and the conflicted feelings it creates are hard to get rid off. The only reason why you even allow his advances then is simply because he has you stuck with him and because he has something to blackmail you with. Otherwise you would never tolerate the way he is rutting against your clothed body and pressing messy kisses over your neck and shoulders. He cannot hold eye contact with you when such a thing happens or otherwise the guilt and shame would spike too sharply within his stomach. Still, worst of all is that he is hard to begin with and gets off by dry-humping against your body. His apologies mean little then as he groans that he wanted this be be a more intimate and special experience for the both of you, only to be cut off by a breathy moan when he soils his underwear with his release.
◾We have intimate sex. We have desperate sex. Now let's talk about jealous sex. The kind of sex that is done so that Himuro can remind you that you belong to him and that he is the only one who gets to plunge his cock into your weeping heat until both of you are boneless and blissful. Jealousy may be more of a rare thing for Himuro to experience as he is rather reassured by all the fan girls he has as well as his overall confidence yet there are just those people he feels inferior to. Mainly people like Kagami, Atsushi or any other member of the Generation of Miracles. After all those are the people he used to overthrow so desperately only to figure out that no amount of experience or training can beat the purely gifted. That sliver of inferiority tends to resurface when you spend too much time with those people and end up being a little bit too admiring. Credit where it is due though, Himuro hides that simmering frustration until the both of you get home and he slams you against the wall the moment you close the door. He hates how their names slipped from your lips. He'll have you chant his name by the end of the night, both of you sweaty and sticky messes. Totally worth it though.
◾Whether he ends up leaning more into the submissive or dominant spectrum depends really on his feelings and mood on that day. Himuro gets influenced by his surroundings as well as your own desires and needs which then lead to his decision. When things go well for the both of you he is normally more inclined to let you take the lead behind closed doors which may be something that outsiders do not expect as he usually likes to wear such a stoic poker face. Yet Himuro is surprisingly needy behind that facade he wears in public as you very quickly find out when you're placed on top of him, air escaping him in hot huffs and stretched moans as his hands squeeze your hips and assist you as you bounce up and down on his length, begging and whining under his breath for more. He spoils you when you are feeling lazy and simply lay down on the mattress, coaxing each orgasm out of you slowly whilst one of his hands holds your own and he holds eye contact with you, whispering promises of love and compliments. And then there are days where he is jealous and agitated, pounding mercilessly into your drooling channel and groaning under his breath how this belongs to him.
◾He has a thing for hair-pulling. All you wanted to do was to brush the hair out of his face to reveal his one eye usually covered by his bangs only for him to hit a bundle of nerves within you that had you see stars and had you yanking on his black locks instead. The throaty sound that left him almost immediately followed by his hips stuttering before you felt hot ropes of cum being dumped into you was not something either of you expected. Who would have thought that despite that stoic face Himuro has a tiny thing for being masochistic? He loves when you pull on his hair and he vows to never cut it short for that purpose. Hair-pulling even works to convince him to become more submissive again. It's as if doing it awakes some part of his brain that insists that he has to be the bottom. Even when he is jealous and angry and needs to be rougher in order to feel like you still know that ultimately you are his it works, although slower as Himuro needs at least one round to slowly calm down again. Also, he fucks you everywhere within the house. The kitchen, the bathroom, the living room and even the wardrobe where both of you were squished together in new positions due to the lack of space.
Mibuchi Reo
🌃For all that it's worth, Reo has always been quite gentle with you. Terrifying for sure but he has never truly lashed out or snapped at you. Even when terrifying he remains composed with soft eyes which in hindsight somehow makes him even scarier than if he were to vent out. At heart though even despite the obsession he thinks of himself as a romantic at heart which is why he keeps up at eerily gentle demeanor through the ups and downs of the relationship. Sex to him is for that reason less about chasing release and getting dirty and more about the intimate connection and vulnerability that comes with it. He's probably the kind of person who doesn't even refer to it as "sex" and calls it "love-making" instead because it has a more romantic ring to it. It's the one thing that he won't force to happen either. Whilst he may have taken some measures to ensure that the relationship even starts to begin with, this is the one thing that Reo refuses to push. He wants it to happen naturally as you assume that even his own delusions wouldn't be strong enough to justify such a drastic action. It would be hard to convince himself that you're enjoying yourself if you were to cry and yell at him to stop.
🌃At one point you suspect that he has secret super senses. It's the only explanation that you can come up with once you notice that he seems to know exactly when you are feeling aroused. Reo though has always prided himself in his ability to learn how to read you properly and so perhaps it is unsurprising that he learns the signs of your body when you're feeling hot and bothered. He never outright offers his services but you also learn to notice the one or other thing about his behavior- such as the way usually gentle eyes darken just a bit and his hands start drawing featherlight patterns over your arms and thighs. Once again though, he never you into anything sexual. Though with time you start to spot the subtle signs of growing frustration. It includes a twitch in his eyebrows or the way he shortly purses his lips into a thin line to prevent any smile that would be too obviously forced. You also learn to avoid walking into the bathroom when he excuses himself. Whilst you never walked in on him jerking off, the sounds you heard through the door the one time ou nearly did have given you a very good idea of what exactly he is doing behind closed doors. At least he takes care of himself.
🌃One thing that you should know once you finally do let him in is that Reo takes things almost painfully slow. He despises the mere thought of rushing things. No, he very much likes to savour the experience and each sensation because the intimacy of it all is to him part of the pleasure. After all he is not some mindless animal whose mind is clouded by lust and who doesn't know any better than rutting into you. Receptive to your pleasure and needs, Reo is large on giving rather than receiving. After all what lover wouldn't love to be able to know how to touch their lover and make them cum? The first few times with you he spends largely experimenting with his fingers and his tongue to figure out how to make your body quiver and and how to coax an orgasm out of you. Every time your thighs quiver or he feels your walls tightening, he makes a mental note to remember. Through few trials and errors Reo quickly memorises just what to do in order to push your body over the edge and once he has learned the techniques, he is the king of oral sex. Still, he makes sure to draw your orgasms out as he needs to savour each moment. He's not going to fuck you dumb.
🌃Foreplay for that reason remains most likely his favorite part of sexual intimacy. Being able to see you being thrown into ecstasy due to his skills with his tongue and fingers is often already enough for him to get off. After all even whilst you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, you are not oblivious to the way he is grinding his hips against the mattress of the bed and often times his own release with yours. If you don't ask him specifically for it, sex may never even go as far as him entering you. It doesn't have to be for Reo. He's enjoying himself plenty by watching you. Once you beg for him to be inside of you though, he listens. Only after a few rounds of foreplay though. He maintains that slow pace though even once he's inside and makes sure that you are feeling okay and aren't hurting. Even if foreplay has prepared you and all the slick makes it less painful when he pushes himself slowly inside, he's still making a quiet fuss. Only once he is completely convinced that you are fine does he start moving, each thrust smooth and deep. Eye contact is necessary as he wants to see that pretty look on your face. He's always going to face you when he's inside you.
🌃Sex toys are despised in this household. If he were to ever find out that you are using something else to get off instead of asking him, he is going to take great offense. If you're using your own fingers though, it's something completely different. Even then he seems fidgety though, especially if you're struggling to tip yourself over the edge. As always though, he doesn't interfere unless you request him to do so. It makes for interesting one-sided masturbation as he watches you whilst you try to get off by rubbing your fingers over your slick folds, circling that sensitive nub. Reo experiences quite a lot of different emotions when you allow him to watch. From stress to anxiety to anticipation once he notices that you are getting to the edge. He never looks away though as the movement of your hands seems to hypnotise him and when you manage to reach your own pleasure he visibly relaxes though the raging boner visible tells you that he would like a piece of the action himself. His eyes tell more than words ever could as he looks at you and once you give him permission he is on his knees in for you, eager to show you that he is still the one who can pleasure you best.
🌃He excels in aftercare just as much as he does in making you cum. Your well-being and comfort is always at the center of everything. He takes a few minutes to bask in the post-euphoria of sex before he is up again and does what he does best. Fussing over you and doting on you, asking if you need anything. One of his favorite things is drawing a bath for you and helping to clean you. Somewhere along the way this ends up though with both of you continuing in the bathtub if you are still in the mood. Something about hot water against your sensitive pussy gets to you and all you really need to do is ask before Reo is all over you again. Everything for you after all and he can clean you up right after again since both of you are already in the bathtub. The shower would be another possible option though Reo is slightly more careful there. Whether his worries are irrational or not is up for discussion as you could slip or get tired as you'd have to stand in the shower cabinet but he is going to comply if you ask him to. He is just going to hold you a bit tighter to make sure that nothing happens. As long as nothing would have to involve him hurting you, he is going to try out everything you want at least once.
Sakata Gintoki
🍨Otose is more than justified to refer to Gintoki as a sleezy man in many circumstances but never before has she earned herself the right to use this word for him than when it comes to his sex life. Let us be very real, Gintoki is desperate to get laid. If he wouldn't be so permanently broke all the time, he would have probably tried his luck with an Oiran but money is always the problem. As he also lives together with Shinpachi and Kagura, he cannot touch himself either. He isn't that low as he wouldn't want to traumatise the children and risk getting all of his ribs broken by an enraged Kagura. Then through some divine mistake- as Catherine likes to call it at least- he ends up scoring you. Broke, sleezy and lazy Gintoki now has a girlfriend and initially no one can explain how he has done it. Kagura calls it black magic, Catherine tells you to blink if you're being threatened. Obviously deep down all of them are happy for him but bullying seems to be the official love language for them. Gintoki too is still in a daze that you actually want this. Want him. However, years of a neglected sex drive now focus. Where before he was secretly lusting over many women, now he only has eyes for you.
🍨He doesn't even know how to even start this conversation. He most definitely is bricked up more than just once when he is around you and can only pray that no one around him notices. He isn't doing an exactly good job to hide it though when he awkwardly shuffles around, trying to hide the bulging dent in his pants. God, he wants to get laid so badly but he is terrified to mess it up. Words aren't exactly his strength and he cannot just approach you and be dirty-minded as he probably was a few times around other women. He cannot mess up and ruin this relationship. He cannot masturbate in his place either as there are too many people around and so he finds himself forced to masturbate in public toilets with only a lock separating him from others. It's definitely noticable when he excuses himself in restaurants and disappears in the toilet for quite a long time. Shinpachi sometimes comes in to check on him and then Gintoki is forced to lie through gritted teeth that he's having a bad case of diarrhoea. That too is humiliating but he would rather let people believe he is ruining the toilet than have them know that he is fisting his own cock because his friend just won't stay down.
🍨Maybe he is going to hell for his life of depravity. That's a thought that crosses his mind when his nose is buried in your underwear whilst he desperately pumps his fist over his leaking and red cock. He has this unfortunate habit of crashing your place at times, especially when he needs a break from his two children. Not always are you at home when this happens though which is a bit of a letdown but he will gladly wait for you then. And if he's already here he might as well make himself comfortable by relaxing on your couch, raiding the fridge and... taking a peek in your wardrobe. He swears that it is not his intention in the beginning to grab your underwear. It really is an accident at first as he rummages through your clothes because you have actually started to wash some of his clothes after some disastrous accident involving Kagura and vomit. At one point he just holds your underwear in his hand and freezes, the cogs in his head turning before he realises just what treasure he is holding right now. It becomes his little perverted secret, jerking off whilst inhaling the scent of your pussy still clinging to your used underwear. You don't know how much he wishes that he could borrow them.
🍨Through unspeakable stupidity eventually he approaches Tsukuyo to ask her for advice on how to ask you respectfully to undress so that he can finally has his meat beaten. Tsukuyo- willing to be helpful but very misguided as he grew up in a redlight district- advices him to pay you. Gintoki does exactly that the first time. He ends up sleeping on the streets on that night as you kick him out of the house and both kids do the same when they find out what he did. You find him still in front of your doorstep, curled into a tiny ball with a newspaper as a makeshift blanket. He looks so pathetic and pitiful. So you let him inside again. At least now he finally has come forward about his desires though so the both of you can start from there. He's already rockhard when both of you are just making out, rutting his erection against your body like a dog in heat. Also, he cannot stop himself from touching you. His hands are everywhere, roaming around and sneaking towards your bra. He wants to touch some boobs. You do like to tease him sometimes though by just abandoning him in the middle of it as a sort of revenge for when he did something. The poor man comes crawling to beg for forgiveness.
🍨For all of that horny and desperate behavior though, you didn't expect Gintoki to end up being a top. After all you are so used to this ridiculous facade he often showcases that it comes as unexpected the moment you are the one suddenly pressed down with him towering over you. He is never the hardcore dom of course as he maintains that partially lazy attitude. But the first time he finally has the chance to have sex with you, he is going to be very messy and desperate about it. Do you have any idea how long he has been dreaming about this whilst masturbating in some smelly public toilet? Gintoki fucks you like he's going to die tomorrow and overstimulates the both of you completely. And mind you, he as good stamina as he can blow his load and still have the energy for more. If this man is stressed or hasn't touched you for a longer while, he will always grab you and run away with you to find a place where he can fuck you in peace until the both of you are sweaty messes who are barely able to string a coherent sentence together. An alleyway will do if nothing else is available. Just as long as the children won't find the both of you.
🍨He loves lingerie. You wore it for him one time out of curiosity to see how he would react. Gintoki's reaction was that he fainted with a nosebleed before he rose up again with a grin that screamed unholy intentions. Incredibly touchy during sex, he cannot stop grabbing your ass and your breasts. It doesn't matter how big or small they are, he cannot stop staring and squeezing them. If he is in the mood, one of the telltale signs usually involves that he starts touching those parts of your body. His appetite for sex is quite high as you figure out, most likely because it has been far too long since he had the chance to touch someone and had someone to call his own. Especially shortly after both of you had your first time together does this dude fuck like you're about to disappear any moment. He has you riding him in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, he folds you over the kitchen counter and he presses you against the shower cabinet and pounds into you from behind. He's insatiable and takes you everywhere he knows no one living with him will catch him. Quickies become essential for your sex life too, especially when he has little time on his hands and needs to blow up some stress.
Hijikata Toshiro
🚬Things should be taken slowly. A relationship needs time to work after all. Incredibly hypocritical considering that Hijikata uses his influence as the vice-captain of the Shinsengumi to ensure a steady control he has over your life but there is no use arguing with him. Sex is initially not even really that much on his mind. He's too stressed with the fact that he is in love in the first place as he too struggles with insecurities of his own and the feeling that he isn't good enough for you. Yet being part of the Shinsengumi means being surrounded by some rather noisy members who breathe down his neck the moment they know that he has a partner. The worst one of them all is obviously Sougo whose sole goal in life is to make Hijikata suffer. It's probably Sougo who ends up bringing this topic up too and whilst Toshiro initially wants him to shut up as he won't tolerate anyone talking about you in such a way, Sougo obviously presses on. It's after that day that the thought sticks with Toshiro more. Still, it isn't a priority as he wants you to be comfortable with him before he proceeds this relationship further. He likes to think of himself as a man of honor. Sougo is hellbend of proving him differently.
🚬Maybe Sougo used some black magic or maybe deep down Toshiro just didn't know how pathetic he really is. He only knows that after he accidentally walked in on you changing and seeing you in nothing but lingerie, things change. He's completely red in the face when he slams the door shut, nearly choking on his own breath as he yells an apology. His mind betrays him by replaying that image far too often and Okita not only notices this crack but deliberately targets it. Slowly Toshiro's self-control crumbles as he starts to flinch when he sees too much of your skin. He tries to take his mind off by smoking packages of cigarettes or training but his own body betrays him as his erection just won't disappear. He doesn't want to touch himself and some part of him still is stubborn enough to believe that he can smoke, train or sleep it off. the way his hips nearly stutter when you get too close to him and he breathes in too much of your scent begs to differ though. And so he eventually finds himself locked away in the bathroom, taking a shower whilst furiously pumping his cock in his fist and blowing his sticky release all over the shower cabinet. He'd rather die than have anyone find out though.
🚬A part of him truly believes that he is good in hiding what has been going on in his pants but you know. You definitely know but you don't talk about it. It's just amusing to watch Toshiro struggle so immensely as he is normally so uptight and strict about everything. It's funny to observe how he goes red in the face when you wear something that is tight and hugs your body. It's funny to catch him furiously smoking through cigarette after cigarette all to distract his thoughts from straying to unholy territory. It's funny to stand in front of the locked door and hear the muffled curses and swear words leaving his lips as he jerks off in the shower, the sound of running water not being able to hide the sounds he makes. In fact you tease him on purpose by getting too close, running your hands over his chest or even sitting on his lap and rubbing your backside against his twitching cock. You little minx are almost worse than Sougo is and eventually Toshiro just snaps. Your face is pressed into the pillows as you hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled and him hissing through gritted teeth that it's time you learn the consequences of riling him up like this.
🚬He ends up fucking you for hours that night, pounding into your warmth from behind like there won't be a tomorrow until his sweat drips down your back and he collapses on top of you- his dick still twitching inside of you. He needs painful minutes of collecting his blissed brain before he finally is able to act normal again. After that day though a part of his shame seems to have just evaporated. He's less embarrassed about making it very clear to you just what he wants from you. In fact it is made evidently clear whenever he unbuckles his pants and approaches you with that look in his eyes, quickly claiming your lips and pressing you against whatever surface is closest. Once upon a time he really thought he would be modest when it comes to his sex life. Screw that. He is not going to restrict himself to the bedroom. In fact he seems to be determined to take you in every single room of this house- from ramming himself into you on the kitchen island with your legs thrown over his shoulders to thrusting into you with your back pressed against the window which slowy gets misty as his cock fills your soaked channel. You can only hope the neighbours won't notice.
🚬Listen, being a vice-captain means that he is busy. It means that he has to deal with a lot of difficult people too and he doesn't mean the criminals. No, the worst offenders are his own people and sometimes he really wishes that he could just strangle Sougo and be done with it. At one point he takes part of that frustration out on you. Sometimes he barely has time to even get home and take a quick shower which is why quickies become a must. With the little time he has to enjoy at home that usually means that he drags you into the shower with him where you inevitably end up bend over so that he can hammer himself into your weeping warmth as quickly as possible all whilst complaining through gritted teeth to you about his day and Sougo who always gives him hell. Other times you are on your knees in front of him, sucking him off as he has to physically restrain himself from slamming his length even deeper down your throat. He doesn't want to hurt you if he can avoid it. The moment his mind goes blank and he shoots ropes of cum into you, part of his stress leaves his body though probably not for too long. He cannot even enjoy the aftermath though as time is ticking.
🚬There is one part that Toshiro is still ashamed of and that is the sounds he tends to make when his balls tighten and he feels his spine straightening with the tension of an incoming orgasm. That never happened when he was using his fist to jerk off but being sucked in by your warm walls is an entirely different experience. It's like each time he feels your body tightening around him, you suck out some of his intelligence. He starts of so composed and commanding during each session only to be reduced to a panting mess who can at best string out one coherent sentence as otherwise he can only curse and groan. The moment his mind clears of all thoughts and he feels that amazing sensation in his lower abdomen, his mouth just falls open and he lets out a sound he would never want anyone to hear. He just cannot contain that hoarse moan even if he were to try as his jaw just goes slack. Pulling his hair should be worth mentioning too because no matter how much Toshiro may refuse to admit it, he enjoys the sensation of stinging pain on his scalp when he is fucking you. He just doesn't want to admit that hint of masochism that he has, no matter how obvious it might be.
Takasugi Shinsuke
❤️🩹Shinsuke is a stranger at worst and an enigma at best. His heart and mind are at a constant conflict with each other. His plans do not include you. His goals have never focused on finding love. Your presence is one Shinsuke never even anticipated. He has wanted before but the want his heart has been vibrating with ever since you came along is one he is not familiar with. Despite the abduction and the isolation you receive the cold shoulder from him. In fact for a long time you are under the illusion that you are a hostage of some sort as it takes the likes of Bansai and Matako to explain to you that you are in fact not a hostage. At least not in the traditional sense. Shinsuke just avoids you because he doesn't know how to deal with the strange tenderness in his chest. It burns him from the inside out and intimacy on even an emotional stage takes him half of an eternity to embrace slowly. He orbits you silently and slowly gets pulled closer. Even then Shinsuke still remains closed-off at times. Physical intimacy gets quietly considered at times but he pushes thought and need away. He can barely handle opening up emotionally. He doesn't know how to handle exposing himself so utterly to someone.
❤️🩹Both of you have needs and as you are his desire and he slowly becomes your desire- whether due to Stockholm Syndrome or more genuine feelings- both of you experience bodily signs of that yearning. He experiences is in form of a hard bulge and you as a wetness between your legs. Yet neither of you admits it to the other nor does either of you even bring it up. Both of you just quietly take care of it by yourselves. You refuse to admit your desire because this is still the guy who kidnapped you and who additionally sometimes treats you like you're air and Shinsuke refuses to admit it because deep down he doesn't know how much more of his heart he can expose before it starts hurting him. Bansai tries to talk about it with him and he refuses to listen. Matako tries to talk about it with you and you refuse to listen. Henpeita is forbidden from getting involved. It all comes to the boiling point when he walks in on you masturbating. You wish to die when he sees you like this, with legs spread and your fingers rubbing over your clitoris. It is your heart that receives the worst blow when he leaves you alone though and doesn't talk about it despite now knowing.
❤️🩹So it is you who breaks apart at first as you one day furiously approach him in private. You're heartbroken and needy and worst of all apparently in love with him. Yet he has the nerves to ignore you despite apparently having only taken you because he cares too much. You hate it. You hate him. You hate everything. Yet even now he doesn't admit to anything and so you storm away. You do not escape. There's no use. But you lock yourself away, unable to see his face without the tears stinging your eyes. For days you don't see his face until he knocks on your door one late evening. You don't open the door but he enters anyways. You refuse to look at him but he sits down anyways. Close enough so you cannot ignore his presence but far away enough so you don't feel uncomfortable. The silence is thick with hesitation before it is Shinsuke who finally opens up. Who admits that he doesn't know how he is supposed to express his feelings and who apologises for making you feel unwanted. It is so sincere to the point that it threatens to burn you. Yet you still dare to turn around to face him and ask him if he even wants you. He tells you that he does. It's the point of no return.
❤️🩹It's haunting and it pains your heart in the most confusing ways with how intimate the first time is. It's so quiet except for the rustling of clothes and sheets and the sound of soft pants and quiet groans. It's an experience that imprints deep within both of your hearts. You remember that feeling of calloused and warm hands running across your body, slowly undressing you like a gift wrapped in layers of gold. You remember the feeling of soft lips pressing against bare skin, mapping over your body to memorise every swell and curve. You remember the feeling of his fingers plunging into your heat, scissoring you and slowly opening you up. There is still that uncomfortable flare of pain when he slowly sinks his entire length into you for the first time- your walls fluttering and stretching to adjust to that unfamiliar intrusion. Shinsuke waits, allows you time to get used to it and even holds your hand to quietly support you. Once the pain finally subsides you don't say anything. You only squeeze his hand and he understands. Each thrust is smooth and deep, the tempo slow as if he doesn't want to rush this. You're crying by the end of it. Not because of the pleasure but the haunting intimacy.
❤️🩹A tiny part of you wanted Shinsuke to be selfish and cruel. Because maybe then you would have been able to squash that growing longing within your chest for him. Instead he's gentle, loving and considerate and after that night that yearning within your chest intensifies and it makes you want to cry. You aren't the only one though as for Shinsuke it is the same. That night has changed things between the both of you and it has strengthened the relationship. He never pressures you nor does he rush such an experience with you. He wants to truly immerse himself in that moment with you- he needs to immerse himself in the pleasure with you. He despises the thought of a quickie as it wouldn't allow for the dragged out pleasure that both of you seek out so when he knows that he doesn't have the time but is still hard, he completely ignores his erection. It eventually does go down on its own as the thought of not being able to take his time seems to be a natural turn-off. When both of you indulge in each other though it is passionate and intense not because it gets kinky or both of you fuck like animals but because both you are emotionally raw in such moments.
❤️🩹Eventually he even removes the bandages covering his eye when both of you are alone. You have never asked him to do it as he does it on his own. It manages to convey just how much he exposes himself to you by letting you see and touch the part of his face that he usually hides without ever needing to say a word. Neither of you is overly kinky as Shinsuke would most likely feel insulted if you were to use toys to satisfy yourself and you would most likely feel the same if he were to use toys to pleasure himself. It's unlikely though that toys would ever be a substitute as it can't replace the sheer emotional weight that appears every time both of you unite. There are some tools used to highlight the experience though, additions that bring something new. Blindfolds and soft ropes are the first things that join those additions. You trust him completely, allowing him to cancel out one of your senses or your ability to move so that you can focus on each brush of his fingers over your skin. A mirror ends up as another addition to such moments, especially if you are someone who ends up feeling more insecure about your own body whilst Shinsuke is almost reverent with the way he treats you.
Yoshida Shoyo
💔Shoyo is a gentle lover with a terrible tendency to worry too much. Your well-being is at the center of everything and that leads to the sometimes annoying habit of him being too much of a mother hen for you. That is only a very small annoyance though largely overshadowed by his kind and thoughtful demeanour. Everything he does, he always makes sure that you are fine with it. He has spent centuries murdering as someone else and now that he has control over this body, he seeks out a better life in which he helps other people. For once he wishes to be someone who takes care of others and who people seek out for safety and support and that desire is strongest shown when with you. Physical pleasure has never been something that Shoyo has given much attention. Personally he could do without it if you wouldn't desire it either. A strong focus on what you personally want has made his own desires shift to match your own so whatever it is that you need, he needs too. That means that he lets you do it in the tempo that you desire as he simply tells you that he is ready when you are ready. He won't pressure you. He won't force you. It's all about your pleasure.
💔You soon find out just how true those words are. It is indeed about your pleasure as Shoyo is very big on giving it to you. The first time you approach him to admit somewhat shyly that you are ready consists largely of foreplay. He needs time to explore your body and figure out how to pleasure you after all. He wants to provide and make you feel good outside of the bedroom but also inside of it. That does tend to be painfully slow though as he constantly asks you if you are alright with him touching you or pushing his fingers inside your tight and warm entrance. Do understand though, it is your first time and he doesn't want to hurt you accidentally. As for whether or not Shoyo has experience, I actually believe he has more than he would like to admit. Back then it might have been another personality who had control of this body and who most likely raped women just like he killed people but those are memories that Shoyo still has. Perhaps that's why he is all the more careful and slow with you. The screams of women whose virginity were forcefully taken sometimes echo within his mind and so he dedicates all the love and gentleness those victims never received to you.
💔He has the tendency to be a very providing dom and that precisely because he tends to have the urge to cater to your needs. Now, he wouldn't protest if you were to ask if you could top him. If you stay silent though he always takes over that role as if it is second nature- which for him in some aspects it is. That becomes especially apparent during the first time in which he takes your virginity. It hurts at first as your body isn't used to being intruded like this. Shoyo though is making a quiet fuss the moment he sees the way your lips purse into a thin line and your eyes close briefly when that sharp pain reaches your brain. He has done nothing wrong. He has gently prepared you so that you are wet enough for the friction to hopefully not hurt too badly and has stretched you so that it hopefully won't hurt too badly when he pushes himself fully inside of you. Yet he is still making a fuss, whispering apologies and almost pulling out to spare you the pain before you stop him. You just need some time to get used to the stretch and the sensation of being filled up like this. That's when Shoyo stops apologising and does as you say. He gives you time, his fingers brushing gently over your face.
💔If he had to choose, he almost prefers foreplay over being inside of you. Whatever it is that you love the most though, he will gladly follow. As long as it doesn't involve any humiliation or degradation though from his side as he could never utter a single bad word about you. Not even in the context of a roleplay. No, he is going to shower you in compliments and praises and love as you deserve nothing less than that. His preference for pleasuring you without using his dick naturally results over time in being able to expertedly use his tongue and fingers on you. He knows how to quickly push you over the edge and have you clench around his fingers knuckles deep within your soaking heat but it is never his goal to have you cum quickly. For him it is more about the intimacy and the shared experience than mindless sex and so he likes to draw each orgasm of you out. Not to torture or tease you but to really let you feel everything and to share that moment with you. You always get just what you desire at the end. The pleasure and the love from Shoyo. There is never a demand for more or less from his side. For as long as you want him to go, he will continue.
💔There is still the appeal in being emotionally and physically united though which he also understands. And if it is your preference, over time he might start to share that preference too as he adjusts just that well to your desires. His leaner appearance and soft personality aside though, Shoyo has an insane amount of stamina. Whilst you may not be aware of it, he isn't exactly a human as much as he is a mutant and with being a mutant come changes within his body that may come as a surprise to you. Partially that becomes obvious when you are a sweaty and needy mess whilst he doesn't look like he is even sweating, able to dote on you just like he always does. Technically he could crack the floor or shatter bones if he were to not hold back. He could hurt you. But Shoyo never does. It would be the worst thing to happen if he were to hurt you and it would put him off for a long time. A testament to just how well he starts to match you though is that at one point he cums only the moment you do. He recognises the signs of your incoming release from the sounds you make to the way your walls tighten and squeeze every inch of his length and cums together with you.
💔There is just that problem that he never goes soft. Even when he reaches his release, his cock doesn't soften. It stays rigid and hard and as you tend to feel bad, you sometimes push yourself in hopes of satisfying his needs as he so often satisfies yours. Shoyo at one point just pulls out when he recognises that you are continuing because you feel like you owe him instead of truly enjoying yourself. He cannot explain to you that his physique is just different from yours but assures you that he can sleep it off- which he indeed can. Any more stimulation will only lead to his body wanting more but he won't do as his body wants. You are not just a vessel to be used for his own pleasure. There is some part of him though which probably has a soft breeding kink. He teaches an entire school of children already which is a wonderful experience and seeing you interacting with some of his students sometimes has him wishing that he could start his own family with you. It has to stay as a fantasy only though as there are too many things standing in the way. Not only because he isn't sure how much of his mutant genes a child would inherit but also because he doesn't know how long he will be in control of this body.
Isagi Yoichi
💙A common theme seems to be that people underestimate Yoichi far too often. His presence isn't quite as striking at first as those of most others, especially in Blue Lock. It is a mistake that you too commit when you get to know him. You underestimate him, unaware of just how deep down the rabbit hole of his obsession has already gone. Yoichi though knows how to use that to his own advantage as he uses your unsuspecting personality to get closer to you and to figure out how to adapt so that you will love him too. Perhaps that innocent and plainly normal appearance is to blame for that yet you not only do it once but twice by also severely underestimating just how freaky this boy can get. You are most likely unaware that he gets off by borrowing some of your clothes and using your scent embedded in the material to get off. You are also unaware of the fact that he listens to older voice mails of yours whilst teasing the thick head of his cum, leaking already with pre-cum. Even Yoichi sometimes has to stop and seriously consider just how pathetic he really is before he throws all shame out of the window and jerks off until he shoots ropes of sticky cum all over his hand.
💙As he doesn't know though how you would feel about all of this, he keeps it a secret for now. The truth is though that sometimes it is hard so he carefully starts to prod around. Not to pressure or to make you uncomfortable but just to slowly figure out how you feel about the thought of having sex and how far you are willing to go. He will have to tone his freak down if you aren't up for it. If it comes down to whether his desire or your comfort is more important, Yoichi is more likely to choose your comfort over his own wants. He'll just have to contain all fantasies to himself. The first time both of you have sex together, he is far too flustered anyways to express anything else. He's your first and you are his first and besides masturbating to the thought of you, it is painfully obvious that Yoichi has no other experience. He wants to be good and he wants to make you feel amazing though that can potentially lead to him being far too overzealous. Your first time together with him is very experimental as both of you are testing the others limit as well as your own out. He constantly asks you if he is hurting you, especially once he slides inside of you.
💙What you soon realise though is that Yoichi is a very quick learner. It takes him a few times but soon you realise that those blue eyes are always watching you. It feels sometimes almost uncomfortable when he is staring at you without even blinking, taking notice of every twitch of your thighs or expression you pull. You take notice of the way he seems to analyse what he has to do to make your body quiver and clench around him and soon he learns the patterns of it all. That's when sex turns from experimental and delightfully awkward to amazing. Just like he wants it to be for you. Now he knows just how deep he has to thrust his fingers inside of you and how to curl them to rub against that sensitive spot within you that has you let out that gasp. Now he knows how to tease your inner lips with his tongue that has you let out that whine of his name in frustration before finally giving you what you beg him for, his thumb always teasing your clitoris for additional stimulation. Now he knows what you want and how he can give it to you and he refuses fiercely any idea of a vibrator or other toys that go inside of you. He wants to please you all by himself. He needs to please you all by himself.
💙That eagerness to always please you eventually carves the way for the pathetic freak nature of his he was initially too ashamed to show you. It's like every time the both of you have sex, his walls get chipped until through the cracks that freaky nature oozes through. It becomes first apparent with the way he starts grinding his erection against your legs when he is on his knees in front of you, tongue lapping up your juices and air leaving him in erratic pants and huffs. Never before have you seen a man cumming in his pants before Yoichi yet that's exactly what he does- gripping the flesh of your thighs like a lifeline as he grinds against your leg even through his release. The mess is contained to his soiled underwear only though. It's then that you start suspecting that those puppy eyes of his might hide something entirely else and you decide to test that. The truth comes out after a particularly long session where he has cum multiple times already and half of his brain seems to have left him too. There is no mental strength by that point anymore for him to lie to you and so you use that chance to grab him by his hair and demand of him to tell you just what is going through his mind.
💙Yoichi has no filter in that moment, especially not as his eyes roll back in his head when you grab a fistful of his black hair and force him to look at you. So he confesses everything, babbling barely coherent sentences as he even admits to those times he jerked off to the scent of your clothes. Some far away part of his brain is still capable of comprehending what he just said but his mind is too foggy to catch up to it all just yet. Perhaps that isn't even needed. Not with the way you suddenly push him down into the mattress, looking quite intrigued. Isn't this endearing? He's such a needy boy, isn't he? Perhaps even a good boy. That's what tips him over the edge and he cums then and there, spurting his sticky release all over your abdomen. It takes him minutes before he can think again and only then does the realisation strike him of what he has just confessed. He wants to panic. He wants to apologise. Instead you tell him though that you find it kind of cute that he is so needy and such a freak for you. It's charming in a strange way how obsessed he is. Instead now his face is going red as he embraces your words and he feels himself getting hard again.
💙From that day on Yoichi is suddenly a lot less ashamed. Not now that he knows that it turns you on to see him like this. In fact sometimes you receive calls in the middle of work and excuse yourself to a private corner, already aware what will await you the moment you accept. Indeed, the moment you push the green button you are already greeted with the sound of strained panting and Yoichi whimpering your name. This is the same boy who admitted to jerking off to your voice mails though so it is no surprise that even through only a call you successfully manage for him to cum on the other side of the line when he's all pent up and needy but you are elsewhere. You enjoy that control you have over him though. Perhaps because over time you have noticed just how much control Yoichi has subtly established over the rest of your life so that this is the only form of payback that you have. Both of you are very keen on protection though despite the freakish nature of your sex life. Neither of you would want an accident to happen as you are still young. In a few years though it might dawn on Yoichi that he desperately wants a mini you running around the house.
