Nah BECAUSE THERES NO WAY IM NOT SAVING THIS AND LEAVING IT IN MY MESS OF LIKES

4play Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime/reader (haikyuu!!) word count: 8.2k rating: E (18+, minors DNI) tags: gangbang, dry humping, oral f!receiving, edging, unsafe sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol, consensual sex while mildly under the influence, voyeurism kinda?, makki and mattsun are bad roommates a/n: this is the filthiest thing i've ever written! sorry!

CROSSPOSTED TO AO3

Through the trials and tribulations of first-hand experience, you’ve come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a good roommate or a bad roommate — instead of a binary, it’s more like an ever-fluctuating spectrum that exists between the two.

Some roommates are tidy but loud; others are messy, but beyond the disaster they leave in the kitchen after every meal they cook you hardly notice they’re there; some roommates respect your privacy and belongings, but insist on keeping their lube in the fridge next to your orange juice.

In short: it’s never black and white.

Ultimately, living with roommates is just an unfortunate inevitability — though if you could afford to live alone as a broke university student, you would — and you have to learn to adjust your lifestyle to cope with it.

Living with strangers is a bit weird, like your first roommate freshman year: a tiny girl who was perfectly pleasant to cohabitate with, and said almost nothing beyond the absolute nightmare fuel she used to mutter in her sleep on the other side of your shared shoe-box of a dorm room. You, decidedly, preferred living with friends whom you knew and trusted not to tell you they were going to kill you in their sleep.

Which is precisely how, after moving out of your dorm first year after realizing residence just wasn’t for you, you ended up moving in with two of your best friends from high school: Hanamaki Takahiro and Matsukawa Issei.

Living with members of the opposite sex presented an entirely new spectrum of difficulty, to be sure. But you knew Makki and Mattsun, you’d been friends since you were 15, and you’d long grown used to their antics and eccentricities. So all in all, the three of you made a pretty solid trio of housemates — so solid in fact that your cohabitation somehow managed to endure all the way through to your senior year.

Which is how you find yourself on the phone with a friend in the kitchen of your three-bedroom apartment just off campus in the early afternoon, AirPods in, tidying up some dishes that someone (probably Makki) left out that morning before heading to class. Your lab that morning was cancelled, and rather than make your way to campus for the one other class you had scheduled that day, you decided to treat yourself and play hooky for once.

“His name was soooo long, too,” your friend’s plaintive voice sighs from the other end of the call, in the process of regaling you with the story of a dating app hookup gone wrong the evening prior. “And I only called him ‘daddy’ because I didn’t know if we were close enough to nickname him, and somehow that felt less personal!”

You huff out a little breath of air, halfway to a chuckle, twirling the slightly damp towel that you’d just finished drying the dishes with between your hands. “What’s the point of a boy even having a name if it isn’t moanable?”

Your friend’s tittering laugh resounds through your headphones and you giggle along with her, a sly smile pinching at your cheeks at your own joke.

Movement in the corner of your eye startles you, and you whip around suddenly to see Hiro (aforementioned dish-leaver and everyday bane of your existence) leaning in the doorway as though waiting for you to notice him, both hands tucked down the front of his grey sweatpants. He looks at you with a single eyebrow drawn up.

“Jesus christ, make your presence known you creep — No, not you,” you assure your friend on the other line when she makes an indignant, confused noise. You roll your eyes after tossing a brief glare at the boy still standing in the doorway, looking as pleased as ever. “Makki was lurking behind me.”

You quickly end your call with your friend once you realize that your nosy roommate has no intention of going anywhere anytime soon, popping your headphones out from your ears and turning to look at him with an unimpressed scowl on your face.

The corner of his mouth quirks up, the exact opposite of your own.

“So, moanable names, huh?”

You huff, annoyed that not only was he eavesdropping but now he was trying to make some sort of group discussion of the indignity. “Fuck off.”

“No, no. Tell me more.” Makki slides a little further into the kitchen, grinning down at you. “Is my name moanable?”

“Makki, I swear to god,” you try to sound threatening but it just comes out exasperated. You’re used to his antics — you’ve been friends for long enough that you’ve simply become acclimatized to the garden-variety chaos he seems to exude at all times, but this conversation felt like it was toeing a lie that you didn’t want to cross.

“I didn’t even know this was something girls care about, so help me out here,” he said, cajoling you further. “Friend to friend, I gotta know. Tell me.”

“No.”

“No as in it’s not moanable? Or no as in you won’t tell me?” he pesters on, and you only get more flustered and annoyed as he bullies you a little further into the corner of the kitchen where the counter meets the stove in an L-shape.

“No as in there’s no way in hell I’m having this conversation with you.”

You hit him with the dish towel in your hands, though not hard enough to do any real damage, and he yelps but he’s still grinning all the while.

“Now what’s going on in here?” a deep voice full of mirth pries your attention away from the strawberry blonde crowding over you, and your gaze lands on your second roommate.

Mattsun is leaning against the doorframe in much the same way Makki had been only a moment prior, still wearing his jacket — he must have just gotten back from his morning class, though you hadn’t heard him come in.

If you’d been hoping for salvation in his sudden appearance, the smirk on Matsukawa’s face all but dashes that aspiration.

Once Makki gets him up to speed, he all too delightedly joins in.

“It’s really not that hard of a question,” Mattsun drawls, cocking his head to the side. He’s still on the opposite end of the room, a full six feet or more away from you, but his presence is just as stifling as if he was hovering over you like Makki presently found himself. “We’d tell you if you were the one asking, you know.”

Your lips part a little, and a terrible, treacherously inquisitive voice in the back of your mind tells you that you should ask — that you want to know if they think your name is moanable.

You bury the thought as quickly as it surfaces, choking it back with your indignation.

“Well I’m not asking, and I have no plans to — now or ever,” you shove a little against Makki’s chest to give yourself a bit more space. He hardly budges.

Why are your friends all so fucking tall?

“Well, it is.”

You blink, eyes flickering up towards Hiro who had said the words.

“Your name,” he explains, pressing the tip of his pointer finger to the furrow that had made itself known upon your brow, reading the signs of your confusion without you needing to openly express them. “Super moanable.”

“Agreed,” Mattsun pipes in unprompted from the doorway, and your eyes flicker over to see his smirk had given way to a full-on grin — wolfish though it may be.

You snap out of your stupor and smack Hiro’s hand away, throwing your dishtowel right in his face as you shoulder by him towards the door, glowering at Mattsun on your way past for good measure.

You storm off, footfalls heavy on the floor of the hallway as you go, and slam the door behind you once you make it into the sanctuary of your own bedroom.

You’re mad at both of them — borderline fuming as you throw yourself down atop your unmade bed.

Because it’s awkward.

And annoying.

And unnecessary.

They both have perfectly moanable names.

You know it.

They know it.

Hell, you hear their hookups do it often enough through the paper-thin walls of your three-bedroom to say it with an almost unfair degree of certainty. Walls so thin it’s like you can see through them — can see all the ways the two boys you’ve known for years are making those girls you’ll never actually get the opportunity to properly meet scream.

Admittedly, you hear cries of Issei more often than Hiro, but the latter is always more ragged, more desperately obscene than the former. The sounds echo through the apartment so clearly that not even your noise cancelling headphones are enough to drown them out some nights, and you find yourself falling asleep to the mortifying thought of what it might be like to be the one who was screaming their names.

You bury your burning face in your pillow at the thought and resist the urge to shriek.

The rest of your day is spent hiding in your room; watching Netflix on your laptop, taking sporadic naps, and rationing the water in the bottle you kept on your bedside table to stave off the need to leave your bed for as long as humanly possible.

There’s a bit of noise that drifts into your room throughout the afternoon, specifically in the evening as two familiar voices join the other two that had been in the apartment for most of the day. Oikawa and Iwaizumi were supposed to come over to drink and play video games that night, and their arrival had crept up on you faster than anticipated.

About half an hour after they land, you get a text from Iwa asking if you’re gonna come out and join them, but you ignore it and pretend to be asleep.

Eventually the water bottle goes dry, and you can’t ignore the grumbling of your stomach any longer, and when you think the coast is clear — shouts in the living room telling you that the boys are likely distracted by whatever game they were playing —you slink out of your room to grab a snack from the kitchen.

You’re quiet as you pry open your bedroom door, careful to avoid the parts of the floor along the way which you know are a little creaky and might give you away. You’re so focused on where you’re stepping that you don’t notice a figure stepping out from the bathroom until you’re colliding with a broad, muscular chest that smells like expensive cologne and fabric softener. You squeak in surprise, looking up to see Oikawa grinning down at you.

“Going somewhere, sleeping beauty?” he teases you, and you stumble back from him.

“I was just, uh, I just wanted to get something to eat,” you say quietly, nodding towards the doorway to the kitchen at the other end of the hall.

Oikawa takes a step forward, bullying you with his much larger frame back towards the living room.

“We’ve got plenty of snacks to share,” he says with a knowing smirk that makes your skin prickle, and you wonder just how much of your altercation earlier in the afternoon Mattsun and Makki had already shared with him. “And now that you’re awake you can join us!”

You sigh in defeat, following along behind him to where the other three boys are waiting in the living room.

The coffee table is already covered in empty beer cans and bowls of half-eaten snacks, and your eyes immediately hone in on a bowl of the pretzel sticks you’d been hoping to snag from the kitchen on your pilgrimage that had been unceremoniously derailed.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Oikawa chirps as he flops himself back onto the couch next to Issei, whose attention remains focused on the screen in front of him as he and Hiro (who was seated in the chair beside the sofa) went 1v1 on some combat game you never really got into.

Iwaizumi looks up from his place on the floor, spotting you hovering in the doorway and shooting you a little smile. He pats the open space on the floor beside him and you resignedly shuffle over to join him.

“Did you have a good nap?” he asks with a laugh as you sit crosslegged to his left.

You nod curtly. “Can you pass me the pretzels?”

You settle in with the bowl in your lap once he hands it to you, popping a salty snack into your mouth and risking a glance at your two roommates on the other side of the room. Neither of them appear bothered or otherwise moved by your sudden appearance, and they seem to have let your earlier conversation go. Mattsun even brings you back a beer after his next trip into the kitchen, which you accept — cracking the can open and carefully sipping the carbonation that fizzles up over the rim.

Your empty stomach from barricading yourself in your room all afternoon means that the beer hits you faster than the pretzel sticks you and Iwa were sharing, and before you know it all the tension you’d been feeling in your shoulders has fizzled away like the bubbles in the beer you’re all drinking.

You really should have seen it coming.

“So,” Oikawa drawls, draping himself over the arm of the sofa overhead, leaning towards you. “Do I have a moanable name?”

And you’re mortified.

Makki does nothing to conceal his laughter at your horrified expression. Mattsun’s smirk is thinly veiled at best. Iwa (the only one you’re leaving in your will, decidedly) tells them to fuck off and drop it, his voice gruff and firm.

“I think as a friend we have a right to know these things, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa counters his friend’s command, holding a hand to his chest. “Don’t you want to know?

“I don’t care,” Iwa bites back, but there’s the slightest waver in it, the furtive way that he steals a glance at you that betrays the comment’s sincerity.

Oh.

“God, fine!” you huff out, exasperated and embarrassed and ready to just put this entire conversation to rest once and for all. “I’m sure you all have moanable names — happy now?”

The boys take pause at that.

“But which one of us has the most moanable name?” Makki asks with a smirk, leaning forward in his seat to leer at you. The look in his eyes is predatory, and makes something in you rise like panic, but without the actual fear of any danger.

Anticipation, you realize. That’s what you’re feeling.

Their video game has been abandoned now, one controller dangling loosely from Makki’s hand while Issei’s has been discarded on the coffee table.

Their eyes are all on you.

“I- I don’t know that, you perv!” you squeak out, heat climbing so quickly in your cheeks it’s making you dizzy, and you’re uncertain if it’s the beer or the blood rush that’s to blame. Maybe both. “Who am I to judge that?”

“Could you?”

Your eyes flicker to Mattsun.

“Judge it, I mean,” he adds when he sees the blank look on your face.

“Wh- how?” you squeak out, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. The atmosphere in the room has changed, become charged, in the few moments since the subject had come up.

“Moan for us,” Oikawa says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You blink, absolutely bewildered by the request.

“Moan for us, please?” Oikawa stretches forward, his hand cupping your cheek. He looks so sweet and beseeching as his thumb presses down into your bottom lip.

“Why me?” you manage to ask through the pulse pounding in your throat.

“You’re the only girl, so you’re the only one who can do it, y’know, authentically,” Makki says from his seat. Your eyes flicker over to him, Oikawa’s thumb still prodding against your mouth. “Plus you’re hot.”

You roll your eyes, but you undeniably feel a shiver run through you when none of the other men in the room make any efforts to dispute his claim.

“So?” Mattsun asks, and the single word is so loaded that you feel like it sucks all the air from the room.

Oikawa finally pulls away from you, and the five of you sit quietly for a moment.

“Okay.”

You have no idea what makes you say it. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your bloodstream, maybe it’s something more depraved that was already inside of you long before you brought the can of beer to your lips that evening, the same thing that occasionally had your fingers creeping into your panties on the nights that your headphones aren’t enough to hide the sounds coming from your roommates’ bedrooms.

Something shifts in the room the minute you agree, like a spark catching on a pool of gasoline.

Oikawa laughs, the sound absolutely delighted and conniving, from his seat on the sofa.

“How far are we taking this?” Iwa asks gruffly, your eyes flickering over to him as he sits beside you. He looks reluctant.

“That’s up to her,” Makki says, nodding in your direction.

“Whaddya say?” Mattsun asks, eyes trailing all the way up your body before landing on your face. A little twitch at the corner of his already smirking mouth, ticking upward to make the curl of his lip a little more feral. “It’s your call: how far will you let us go, sweetheart?”

Your mouth feels too dry to form a response.

“First base?” Oikawa asks sweetly, leaning over the edge of the sofa once more as his fingers skirt up your arm. His touch ghosts over the swell of your breasts, right where the neckline of your tank top dips down, but only grazes you lightly enough to leave you squirming and unsatisfied.

Your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his lips on your neck, your head lolling to the side instinctively — but the touch is so brief that you’d almost consider it chaste if not for the way his hand had slithered down to cup your pussy through the material of your leggings, brazen and self-assured.

“Second?” he poses a another question, murmuring the words directly into your skin, even though you’d never responded to the first.

He pulls away when you say nothing, your thighs clenching unconsciously to trap the pressure of his hand where it rests between your legs. His eyes are alight with something entirely too devious to look so tender as he locks gazes with you.

“Oh, you’re letting us go all the way,” he breathes the knowing words out like a prayer, honeyed and exalted.

“Don’t assume things, pervykawa,” Iwa snaps, but his voice is tighter than it had been a moment prior.

“Go on then,” Oikawa urges you, nosing at the edge of your jaw before pressing another featherlight kiss to your throat. “Tell us.”

You let a little noise out at way he presses his hand down a little firmer between your legs, your hips rolling against the pressure instinctively. Your eyes flutter closed, and when they open again, you’re acutely aware of the four men whose attentions are intently focused on you.

You swallow hard, fixing your eyes on the floor to avoid their esurient gazes.

“You can do whatever you want.”

They draw pretzels to decide the order. Four broken sticks held tight in Iwaizumi’s curled fist for them to pick from. Longest stick goes last, and the shortest first. You feel the blood drain from your face when you see who’s holding up the fated stub to start the endeavour off.

Matsukawa seems far less hesitant than you as he beckons you over into his lap. You shakily crawl a bit closer to him across the floor and then pause.

You’ve made out with Mattsun a few times over the years, mostly when you were high or a little tipsy — but it was always lazy and pointless and just for fun.

This was different.

There was a purpose to this — a goal that effectively erased all of the boundaries that normally existed between you and your friends.

“You, I-I… you can’t go first,” you say, your tone panicked as you slowly process the facts in front of you.

Mattsun smirks at you from his place on the couch, leaning down so his face is closer to yours.

“And why’s that?”

Your eyes widen, flickering to the other boys around the room who are watching you squirm with varying looks of interest - Oikawa’s smirk in particular is acutely sadistic from the other end of the sofa.

“You’re too big,” you say quietly, too much breath behind the words to make them anything more than a whisper.

You’ve heard the conversations they’ve had about the size of Mattsun’s cock over the years, and though you’ve never seen it in full view, you’ve caught him half-hard in his sweatpants first thing in the morning enough times to know they weren’t exaggerating when they called him massive.

“What was that?” Issei feigns ignorance, holding a hand up to his ear. “Repeat yourself, so we can all hear you a bit better.”

“You can’t go first,” you repeat yourself adamantly, but it’s not the part that Matsukawa wanted to hear you say, and he clicks his tongue admonishingly.

“Sure I can,” he drawls, holding up the piece of pretzel that he’d pulled, by far the shortest of the four that had been tucked into Iwaizumi’s curled palm, “it’s the luck of the draw.”

Issei extends his hand to you, and eventually you take it, allowing him to guide you up onto the sofa so you’re straddling his lap. His hands settle on your waist, thumbs dipping under the hem of your tank top to brush against the skin underneath.

“There you go,” he says, smiling up at you toothily as you brace yourself on his broad shoulders. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”

This is familiar enough. You’ve sat on his lap before, felt the way his palms flatten and slide down down down to palm your ass through the material of your leggings. He’s not smiling anymore as he peers up at you — no, that look has been replaced with something hungrier as his eyes flutter down to your lips.

You lean forward and kiss him.

Issei is a good kisser.

He has been since the first time the two of you made out in the backyard of a house party in high school when you were both drunk off of pitifully meagre amounts of liquor you’d convinced one the boys’ old volleyball senpai’s to buy for you. His lips are just as soft as they were back then, and he takes his time — focusing on your lips for what feels like an eternity before even thinking to swipe his tongue forward, pressing into your mouth gently in a gesture you’re all too happy to reciprocate.

Your lips start to burn from the way Issei nips and sucks at them, pulling away and watching with a heavy-lidded fascination as he lets your swollen bottom lip snap back into place as it slips from his teeth. You writhe in his lap.

You feel hot.

Too hot for someone who lives in a drafty apartment and isn’t wearing that many clothes to begin with.

You feel like you’re melting when Mattsun leans forward and presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, his teeth biting down into the skin.

“Issei,” when his name finally slips out from your parted, stinging lips, it’s a whimper more than a moan. You head lolls back as your eyes flutter shut.

“Come on, that doesn’t count and you know it, sweetheart,” he says, the words smug and smothered by your skin between his teeth.

“He hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re this whiny,” Oikawa chuckles breathlessly from the other end of the sofa, and for the first time you remember that the two of you aren’t alone. Your eyes flash over to the young man only a few feet away from you, watching your face carefully.

“Hey,” a hand on your chin guides your face back towards the boy whose lap you’re perched on top of. Issei’s dark eyes bore into yours, his lips pink and swollen in a way that you’re sure yours also mirror. “Why are you looking at him when I’m right here? You distracted or something?”

Issei places the hand not holding your chin on the small of your back, pulling you forward at the same time that he ruts his own hips up. You gasp as you feel the pressure of his hard cock pressing against your clothed cunt. Even through the layers of clothing separating you, you can feel just how big he is.

“O-Oh my god, Issei, you’re…” you let out a strangled yelp, your train of thought lost as he repeats the same roll of his hips as before.

“Seems like I’ve got your full attention now,” Mattsun laughs, but his words are a little hoarser than they were before, a little more laboured. He grunts as you press your chest into his, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again, your hips continuing the same steady pace that he’d set for you both.

You should be embarrassed how quickly the knot in your stomach builds up while you grind against Matsukawa’s lap, or at the very least embarrassed that you have an audience to the entire spectacle, but the heat thrumming through your veins makes you shameless and desperate. Mattsun moves with purpose and an almost inhuman precision, riling you up so fast that you find yourself on the brink of cumming and all of your clothes are still on.

His teeth bite down into the flesh of your shoulder at the exact moment the outline of the head of his cock ruts directly against your clit.

“Issei!” you throw your head back, gasping at the feeling.

“That was a moan!” Oikawa says with a sudden sharp clap of his hands, shattering the intimacy of the heated moment.

Before you know what’s happening you’re being pulled off Issei, who can only groan in response, his hands trying to cling to you as you’re pried from his lap.

“No, no, please I-“

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, too. Better even,” Oikawa smiles at you as he cuts off your desperate babbling, but it’s sharp and predatory as he lays you out on the sofa, flat on your back.

Your thighs are shaking, panties sticking between your legs as he crawls over you.

“Isn’t that right, Cherry-chan?”

You have half a mind to kick him off the couch just for the nickname, and call the whole thing off.

You dated Oikawa in high school, much to both of your dismay now that you’re older and wiser and not virgins. And he’d started calling you the pet name not long after you’d started seeing each other — citing the way your cheeks would always flush a telling, rosy hue at the slightest bit of provocation. You’d actually found it sort of sweet, until you learned (way later than you should have) that the nickname came from the fact he popped your cherry, not because you looked like one.

But you’re too worked up to do either of those things, and instead you fist the material of his t-shirt and pull him down towards you to crash his lips to yours.

Oikawa shows none of the patience that Mattsun showed in the preamble, immediately working the waistband of your pants down over your hips, underwear along with it. Before you know it, you’re naked from the waist down and Tooru is sinking to his knees on the floor between your parted thighs.

He wastes no time. Oikawa Tooru is a man who knows what he wants, and he has been for as long as you’ve known him.

Driven.

Unyielding in the pursuit of his goals.

And what he wants right now?

To break you apart.

Maybe it’s because of how worked up Mattsun had gotten you, maybe it’s the skillful way Oikawa uses this mouth, but in no time at all you find yourself on the edge.

“Oh my god, oh — haa — my god,” you’re babbling as the boy between your legs sucks your clit into his mouth. You’re trying your best to be quiet as you speak, all things considered; not quite moaning yet, though you’re uncertain as to whether or not it’s because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, or that you know the moment you do you’ll be denied yours again.

“You taste so good.” Tooru licks a long stripe up your pussy with his unfairly talented tongue, flicking the tip against your sensitive clit as he reaches the top. “So sweet.”

You keen, back arching up off the sofa as he curls two long fingers inside of you without much warning beyond the brief glimpse of him wetting them with his mouth.

You’re going to cum.

You’re going to cum.

“Then do it,” Oikawa says, peering up at you lustfully from his place between your thighs, his tongue flicking out to lave against your clit again. You didn’t even realize you’d said it out loud.

Tooru spits into the hand that’s not currently three knuckles deep inside of you, and shifts slightly as he reaches down out of sight. The slick sound of him pumping his cock fills the room along with the obscene noises of him lapping at your cunt. The fact that he’s getting off on this as much as you are makes you feel even more unhinged.

When you finally cum, you feel like you’re going to die.

“Tooru!” you cry out, unable to hold the moan back any longer even in spite of your best efforts. Your thighs clamp around his head as your hips buck up against his face, back arching like a bow string drawn taught. Your hands tangle in his soft brown hair while you ride out the wave of heat that rips through your body.

You’re too far gone to worry that you’re going to be interrupted, but it doesn’t matter: the boys around the room are watching with such a fascinated intensity that none of them dare to interrupt.

“Look at that,” Makki breathes.

“Shit,” Mattsun grunts out an agreement as you struggle to catch your breath.

Oikawa’s hand has sped up it’s frantic passes along his cock, and when he shifts up to his knees on the floor below you, you catch sight of it for the first time since you were a teenager: still long and curved and nicely pink at the head, glossy with the precum oozing out of it.

“Like what you see?” he rasps out when he catches the way your eyes have travelled down to his dick, the muscles in his abdomen clenching to make them even more defined in a way that you’re uncertain is intentional or instinctive.

You nod weakly.

“Cum on me, Tooru.”

His muscles tense again.

“Where?” his pretence of nonchalance is fractured by the way his voice cracks, a pretty hand wrapped around the base of his equally pretty cock to keep himself from cumming before you tell him exactly where you want it.

“My tits,” you breathe, eyes flickering up to his feral gaze, “cum on my tits.”

One of his hands wraps around your knee, tugging you to the edge of the sofa where you’re still lying flat on your back. Your shirt rucks up slightly in the scramble, but his other hand tugs your tank top the rest of the way up over your chest, positioning himself over you between your spread legs as he pumps his hand hard and fast one, two, three times more before you feel the first spatter of cum hit your sweat-dampened skin.

You watch as he rests back on his haunches, reaching up to push his ruffled hair back from his face.

Tooru smirks, dragging a long finger through the mess he made on your chest — probably writing his name in it — as he speaks again.

“I don’t remember you being so lewd when we were in high school, Cherry-chan.”

“I don’t remember you being able to make me cum when we were in high school, either. Guess things change,” you say, and your words would have been more cutting if you were a little less breathless. Your hand reaches up and cards through Tooru’s impossibly soft hair, but what could have been a tender moment turns cutting when you curl your fingers in the tresses and tug hard — Oikawa looks like he’s holding back a moan. “And stop calling me that.”

“Here,” a voice says softly from beside you, pulling your attention away from the obnoxious boy who’d just made you cum. You let your head loll to the side to see Iwa handing you a bit of tissue. You have no idea when or where he got them from, but you thank him, watching the way his eyes follow your careful motions as you clean yourself up.

“You missed a spot,” Oikawa says, dipping down and dragging his tongue across your breast, maintaining eye contact with his best friend while he does it. You whimper a little at the way his teeth graze you when he suckles your nipple into his mouth — just for the hell of it.

“Alright, enough rekindling that old flame,” Makki says, eager for his own turn, before grabbing Oikawa by the collar of his shirt and dragging away from you. The brown-haired boy makes an indignant squawk as he’s so unceremoniously uprooted, but you have virtually no time to process it before Hiro is pulling you up to your feet and maneuvering you over to his seat, flopping down and pulling you into his lap along with him.

“Take this off,” he says, tugging at the shirt bunched up over your chest. He helps guide it up over your head properly and then he appraises you for a moment, moulding his hand to the shape of your breast.

He sighs, and it sounds soft and almost dreamy. You don’t trust it at all.

“Perfect.”

If Issei and Oikawa had been determined to unravel you as quickly as possible, Hiro is the opposite — he touches you like he wants to drive you to the brink, but never quite allow you to go over.

“‘Atta girl, just like that,” Hiro breathes as his thumb rubs infuriatingly slow circles into your clit, his other hand guiding the thick head of his cock through the slick of your slit. His shirt is long gone, but his sweatpants had only been tugged down around his knees — unsurprisingly he’d not been wearing underwear beneath them.

He’s been teasing you like this for what felt like an eternity, painstakingly circling your clit, rolling your nipples between his teeth, laving his tongue over the bite marks he’d littered across your collarbones to match the one’s Issei had made while you mewled. He appeased your needy whines with the occasional dip of his tip pressing into you, a little bit of a burn each time as you adjusted to the intrusion, you still feel too empty.

“H-hiro, please. I need it,” you’re almost sobbing as you plead to him. Hell, you are sobbing — the words mangled and watery as your fingers tangle their way into Makki’s perpetual bedhead.

“Nah, you don’t,” Makki says. “You can cum like this.”

“I don’t want to,” you warble, fingernails raking bluntly over his scalp. “Wanna cum on yo-on your cock.”

That makes him falter, slipping a little bit further inside you due to nothing but pure shock. You feel his cock twitch as you sink halfway down it.

“Oh I felt that,” you keen, tossing your head back and dropping your hips down onto him as much as his vice grip on your waist will allow — which isn’t much. “Please Hiro. I know you want to.”

“‘Course I want to,” he groans, thrusting shallowly into the tight heat between your legs. “But you’re so pretty like this, all wrecked and desperate. Who’re you begging for?”

“You,” you murmur, kissing up his throat to his jaw, sliding little pecks all the way across to his mouth. “It’s for you Hiro — so please just fuck me.”

“I don’t have a condom on,” Hiro hisses out through clenched teeth. “And I’m out.”

“I’ve got some,” Mattsun drawls from his spot on the couch and your half-lidded gaze lands on him. He licks his lips as you make eye contact, your walls clenching around the tip of Hiro’s cock that’s still half-inside you.

“Fuck you,” Makki spits, not to you, and you all know why. Mattsun is the only man in the room that would fit into the king size condoms tucked into his bedside drawer.

“I don’t care,” you keen, head lolling back.

He’s halfway in already, no condom in sight. Was it your finest hour? The most shining example of reason you’d ever set? No. But you were three quarters of the way through letting your four best friends have their way with you, so it’s fair to say that logic and reason were well beyond you by that point.

“Really?” Hiro’s voice is comically pitchy as he croaks the question out, desperate and hopeful.

“Just don’t cum inside me, ‘kay?” You nod, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his. He rolls his hips a little deeper than before, not all the way, but fuller than he’d been filling you up until that point.

“You got it, princess.”

Makki’s cock may not be the most impressive in the room, but god does he know how to use it. The first thrust to the hilt he makes has you crying out — a pitiful, broken sound that rips from somewhere deep in your chest.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Hiro moans, pulling out just to repeat the same toe-curling accuracy he’d executed on the first thrust. Three more and you’re ready to snap, and the softest pressure of his thumb on your clit has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Hiro, H-Hiro, Hiro!” you moan his name as you come undone, nails digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders as you scrabble for purchase in the pale skin.

“Fuck, fuck,” Hiro chokes out, managing two more sloppy thrusts through your orgasm before he’s pulling out of you and cumming all over his own tightly-drawn abs.

You crumple forward, hands gripping the back of the chair as your sweat-slicked chest meets Makki’s. His hands immediately reaching around to stroke your back as the two of you struggle to catch your breaths.

It’s an unusually gentle gesture, and you find yourself melting into his touch — though careful not to get the cum splattered across his skin onto yours.

“Wow,” he says with a huff of a laugh, the warm breath fanning against your ear. “Your pussy’s unreal.”

You pull back, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

Way to ruin the moment.

You flick him on the forehead, right between his brows.

You stand up onto unsteady legs and almost immediately stumble, but a strong arm around your waist keeps you upright.

You turn in the aforementioned grip to see Iwa supporting you.

“Hi, Iwa,” you say softly, for lack of anything better to say, a delirious smile on your flushed face.

“Hi,” he repeats the greeting with a sweet chuckle. He says your name quietly, and you feel something stir in the pit of your stomach. “You good?”

“Mhm,” you hum, with a little nod, very aware of the way his stiff cock is pressing into your hip as he holds you.

You wait for a second before stretching up to press your lips to his.

He freezes momentarily — like even after everything he’d just witnessed he wasn’t quite expecting it — before responding in kind, kissing you deeply and holding you a little bit tighter.

You stay like that, making out in the middle of the living room, before Iwa sweeps you up into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist as he holds you like it’s effortless and carefully he leans down, laying you out across the floor — hardly breaking the kiss all the while.

Iwa steals a pillow off the couch — you think it’s Oikawa who hands it to him but you can’t be sure — nestling it under your hips to angle them up and protect them from the hard floor underneath.

“Is this okay?” he asks, though he barely separates from your mouth to speak the words, so soft and quiet and close that it’s like you’re the only person in the world who’s meant to hear them.

You nod a little bit, your fingers tracing through his short hair while he’s hovering over you.

“We can stop here, you know,” he says, brushing his nose against yours. “You’ve done so much already.”

You panic a little, your grip on his hair tightening.

“No,” you say, voice pitching up in your fluster. “Please, Hajime. I want you to fuck me.”

Iwa swallows hard, leaning back on his knees as he tugs his sweatshirt up over his head.

You’re wet and more than ready for him when he finally presses in — but there’s still a delicious stretch as he carves his way inside of you that has you arching up underneath him, grabbing his corded shoulders to ground yourself.

“Oh,” Iwa gasps out as he feels the way you’re wrapped around him, sucking him in.

You whimper as he pulls back only slightly before rutting into you again, sending you sliding up on the carpet, the burn against your shoulder blades little more than a dull ache even if you know you’ll feel it acutely in the morning.

“More, Iwa,” you plead to him breathlessly. “I want you.”

“You’ve got me,” he replies hoarsely, but he still obliges your request readily, looping your knees over his forearms and bending you in half. The change forces a sound out of you that’s so carnal it even takes you by surprise.

He’s so deep at this angle, you swear you can feel the tip of his cock hitting your diaphragm — anatomical possibilities be damned. Your throat is tight, breath hitching with every slow, calculated thrust inside of you as he takes his time.

“Ha-“ your moan is cut off before you can say his name, his hand pressing against your swollen lips to trap the word behind them unspoken.

“Sorry, baby,” Iwa murmurs, eyes tracing over your wrecked face. “I just don’t want this to end too quick, okay?”

You can only nod underneath his palm as it covers your mouth, tears of exertion gathering along your lash line and dripping back towards your temple.

“Be good for me,” his words are strained, tendons in his neck flexing as he swallows hard and rolls his hips down into yours once more.

If any of the boys want to complain about how this is breaking some unspoken rule, they don’t. A silence so profound has settled over the room that you wonder if they’re even breathing.

Iwa fucks you languidly — tenderly. Like he’s savouring every slick slide into your cunt for all the moment is worth. He’s groaning openly, the sounds occasionally muffled by your skin as he presses hot open mouthed kisses to every inch of it he can reach - your mouth is still covered by his heavy hand, so he focuses his attention on your jaw, your throat, your tits.

He doesn’t care about the competition, the way he’s taking his time makes that clear, but when he finally removes his hand and you moan — properly moan — it’s a sound so high and sweet you can almost feel the shiver that runs down the length of his spine.

“Hajime.”

“Shit,” the grunted curse isn’t from Iwa, who is still rocking his hips into yours, but rather Makki — who had begun shamelessly jerking himself off again on the other side of the living room.

You cum for the third time that night, but it’s no less impressive than the first two. Your vision goes from black to white with how hard your eyes squeeze shut, and Iwa moans your name out when he feels the way you clench around his cock — so tight he can barely keep fucking you through it. Your legs wind themselves around his hips and keep him still as you writhe through your peak.

“‘M gonna cum,” he grunts out through clenched teeth, hands moving to try and pry your legs away, “baby, I’m gonna cum, you gotta-“

“Inside,” you keen, “cum inside me, Haji.”

With a defeated, wanton groan he nods, rolling against you again— it’s harder this time, more frantic.

“You sure?” he manages to bite the words out though it seems to take every last ounce of resolve he has, hands pressed into the carpet on either side of your head as he leans over you fucking you into the floor.

You nod frantically, tears still rolling down your cheeks. Your hands press weakly against the smooth planes of his chest as you feel the first pangs of overstimulation, your fingers scratching into the skin beneath them a little more on every thrust. You loosen the lock of your legs, allowing Iwaizumi a bit more leeway to fuck you harder, and after only a few more bruising thrusts you feel him cum, cock throbbing and filling you up so well that you feel on the verge of bursting.

Iwa collapses on top of you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck as his heavy weight bears down and crushes you into the floor — but you don’t quite mind it.

He gets his bearings soon enough, as though realizing for the first time he might be harming you, rolling onto his side.

His eyes are a little hazy as they rake over your features, a look of concern pinching his handsome face. You can tell without him saying it that he’s worried he went too far, so you reach up and cup his face in your palm with a weak but genuine smile.

You feel a pressure on your knee unexpectedly, gently nudging your legs apart. You look down to see Hiro’s foot coaxing your thighs open, eyes fixed to where Hajime’s cum is dripping out of you. He’s tucked his cock away and pulled his sweatpants up again, meaning he must have finished again at some point, but his lip is stuck out in an obnoxious pout as he looks at you.

“How come he got to nut inside you but I didn’t?” Makki whines, and Oikawa reaches out and smacks the back of his head lightly — shooting him a look that you don’t quite understand.

“I’ll go get a warm cloth to clean you up,” Iwa says to you, pulling your attention back to him as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. He clears his throat a little. “Okay?”

You nod weakly, your exhaustion having finally crept up on you.

“Iwa-chan, get one for me too! My face is still all sticky!” Oikawa calls after Iwa’s retreating form.

“Get it yourself!”

“But Iwa!” Oikawa complains, standing and shuffling after his friend, grumbling about the injustice all the while.

“You need some water?” Makki asks, standing from his seat and peering down at where you’re still laying flat on the floor of your living room. He stretches his arms up over his head, the muscles of his upper body flexing under his skin as he does so. You nod, hissing a little as you pull yourself upright.

“Yes, please,” your throat is hoarse so you say the words a little weakly, and you wince as you feel more cum seep out of you and smear along the tops of your thighs. Makki nods and saunters off towards the kitchen, but you could have sworn you spotted a little blush along the tops of his cheeks before he left.

You sigh a little bit, blinking away some of the residual wetness in your eyes.

A figure appears in the periphery of your blurry vision, and you turn, peering upwards.

Mattsun grins down at you, his towering height only amplified by your position on the floor. He tilts his head to the side.

“Kinda unfair that I’m the only one who didn’t get to cum, you know.”

He crouches down beside you, his eyes trailing all the way up your body until he reaches your flushed, tearstained face. He cups your cheek in his hand, the pad of his thumb swiping away a lone tear still clinging to your skin. He brings the thumb up to his lips, and you watch raptly as his tongue sweeps out to taste the brine from his fingertip.

Your stomach clenches.

“Think you’re ready for me now, sweetheart?”

None of you even seem to notice that the competition had been all but forgotten.

the maid cafe at the school festival

expl: you offered to volunteer at the maid cafe being held in room 3-2 when you realized they needed more employees, you and your friend were having a great time until someone you knew walked in with their friends

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"I'm really sorry to ask you this, but could you two come to help us out? We really need the added assistance and few people are willing to do it..." The committee president said, looking feverishly ill from the amount of stress they were taking on at the school festival.

Before you could pipe up your opinion, your friend had already beat you to it and was offering to help out class 3-2 with their festival project.

You sighed, knowing this would be either embarrassing or publicly humiliating. Your friend got up and began following the committee president, which you did seconds later after you recollected your thoughts.

They took you into the classroom of 3-2, which was decorated with streamers at the front doors and tables set up like a cafe. You know what they were doing beforehand since it seemed to be the talk of the school for a short while. The people already working at cleaning the tables smiled at you and your friend, happy that at least someone had come.

"Here, you'll be wearing this for the time you're here, you can wear it over your clothes or you can wear the full outfit in the back." One of the workers said, it looked like she was holding the whole place together.

Your friend grabbed your hand and let out a quick, "Let's go," before walking into the closet area of the classroom. They began putting on the outfit they preferred, and you did the same, knowing you'd be here for a while just from how much they were beaming at the opportunity given to them.

In reality, it didn't go half as bad as you thought, you were having a lot of fun! And it seemed like the customers coming in were having fun too. The food was really good and the drinks were pretty easy to learn.

You heard the door open again and turned around to greet whoever came in, seeing as you were closest to it.

"Hey, come on in, how many will you be having to-"

Tighnari looked shocked when he saw it was you working here, and more shocked when he saw what you were wearing. You two knew each other from working well in science class as partners. The crush you had on him was a bit big, which was why you were so embarrassed for him to see you like this.

Your friend turned the corner and put a hand on your shoulder, smiling at the 3 boys who had walked in. "Hey, you guys! Come on over, I've got a table over here that's free." Leading them to the table closer to the windows in the back. You watched them walk away and tried to cool your face from the redness it got at that moment.

You weren't the one who was serving them, your friend did it for you. All you did was watch from the distance here and there to see what they were doing. What you didn't notice was Tighnari kept sending glances at you the whole time.

Cyno also seemed to notice this and nudged Aether next to him. The two boys looked as Tighnari took a sip of his drink but also glanced towards your back at the front of the room.

When your friend returned with the food, Cyno spoke, "Could you get that person to come over here real quick?" Tighnari lowered his eyebrows at his friend in an irritated matter. Your friend looked where Cyno was pointing and smiled, nodding and telling them they'd be right back.

When you finally walked up to them, Tighnari avoided your eyes while Cyno smiled brightly up at you.

"My friend here was wondering if he could get your number?" Cyno said while pointing toward the embarrassed green-haired boy. Tighnari looked up at you, silent, and you smiled while taking the napkin on their table and writing down your number.

Aether looked shocked, Cyno smirked, and Tighnari blushed even more when you handed it to him and walked off.

Both boys patted him on the back when they left, and a 20-dollar tip with your name on it was left on the table in Tighnari's handwriting.

The only reason that Xiao came in the first place was that Aether suggested the idea, Ganyu wanted to come along, and Venti practically dragged him from his spot in the tofu booth.

That was when the person to greet them was none other than you, Xiao's crush for the 3 years they'd attended high school. His face was flat and empty when he saw you, masking the absolute embarrassment in him when you saw he came to a place like this.

Venti chatted you up the whole time you served their table, and Xiao sat closest to the window and said nothing while he stared outside of it. Ganyu was a sweetheart and asked if there were any vegan meals being served in the nicest manner possible. Aether was also very nice and asked if the chefs could make something last minute for his sister before they left.

But Xiao? Quiet as a mouse, you even looked over at him every time they called you over to their table. Sometimes, they didn't even call you over to order, they just wanted to chat with you.

It worried you a little bit, you knew that he was normally quiet, but he seemed even more on edge today. It changed when you walked over again on your own will seeing as you had nobody else to serve for a bit.

"Xiao? Are you alright?" You asked with a worried expression on your face. The sound of your voice calling his name caused him to nearly shoot out of his chair. Venti, Ganyu, and Aether also looked toward their flustered friend. All the poor boy could do was nod and keep looking out the window, his face beginning to match the half-eaten caramel apple on Venti's plate.

"He's just shy, right Xiao!" Venti said while patting him on the back obnoxiously. It was like you were staring at a statue with how stiff he was in his chair. And it continued to be that way the whole time they stayed.

Feeling awful for him, when the other 3 were busy talking to another worker there, you snuck around and placed a small plate of almond tofu in front of him. His eyes immediately shot to where your arms were placed on either side of him while you reached over behind him.

"Sorry that you're feeling this way Xiao," You said while patting him on the back a bit. His face darkened in blush, but a small smile was evident while you walked away to keep doing your work.

When you returned to the empty table, unable to send them off because it got so busy, you saw the empty tofu plate and a 5-dollar bill with Xiao's number underneath it.

Heizou was more interested in staying where the puzzle-themed booths took place, but with how persistent his friends were he finally agreed and came along for the ride.

His shock was not as exaggerated as the other boys were, he was happier to see a familiar face in a place like this. Now, Heizou was definitely a little surprised to see you working here out of all the fun booths and cafes surrounding the school, but he wasn't one to judge.

It wasn't until you were the one to be serving them, did he finally put more attention onto you. It wasn't like he didn't know who you were, his crush on you lingered for a while now ever since the two of you partnered up for math this year.

It just seemed like seeing you in such an outfit made him pay even more attention to you, so much that he didn't even listen to what his friends had to say because he was so busy staring at you across the room.

You had a lot of people's attention that was for sure, practically being handed tips left and right as you walked by the tables you previously served. His jealousy boiled a bit in his stomach, but he tried to ignore that feeling and keep enjoying the time spent with his friends.

Kazuha even asked him if he was alright at one point, seeing his friend look a little irritated in a direction he couldn't quite catch. But Heizou just shook it off as he was a little weirded out being there. Which was a lie, he liked how lively it was and how kind the workers were.

Heizou finally reached his breaking point when he saw someone try and flirt with you while you served another table. He got up from his seat and excused himself from his friends with a smile. Walking over to you with an irritated look on his face and standing behind you with his arms crossed.

The person flirting with you seemed to stop talking, and you smiled in a confusing manner before turning around and seeing Heizou really close to you.

"Oh! Heizou! What's the matter?" You said with a tilt of your head at his appearance. His eyes were still glaring at the person in front of you two, but a couple seconds later he looked down at you with the softest gaze and smile.

"I'm alright, I was wondering if you could come back over to our table for a bit." His words made you smile at him, lightly patting his bulging muscular shoulders that were tense from the other person's move on you.

"You could have just waved me over! Come on, let's go." Smiling at him before turning to walk back to Kazuha and the others. He gave the person one last nasty look before he turned to you with a kind gaze and followed you.

Alhaitham was not shocked, nor surprised to see you here. He was more interested in just sitting down to chat up a conversation than anything else. Kaveh suggested they get a bite to eat, and this was the closest thing to them.

Alhaitham knew you, sure, but he wasn't in the same grade as you, being in the grade above and only really seeing you when you'd be walking around the school with your friend or attending school events like this one.

That's why he was so interested in finally getting a chance to speak to you more. Seeing as the crush he held for a while that was only flamed with short glances in the hallway and mentions of your name could finally ignite more.

And ignite it did, you were really nice to them the whole time and even helped the 2 boys navigate the slightly confusing menu that the committee leader put together. You asked if they had allergies if they preferred different seating since the sun was blaring a little bit into the room, etc.

Kaveh even noticed that his friend seemed to smile more when you came around to ask how everything was. A smirk led onto his face when he realized it was good bait to tease Alhaitham. Saying something embarrassing in order to brighten up his face and get him blushing just as you were rounding the corner to check on them again.

"How is- Oh my! Alhaitham are you okay? You don't have a cold do you?" You said before instinctively reaching down to press a hand to his forehead. The small action blew up his face in a stream of red while Kaveh nearly fell out of his chair laughing.

"I'm fine, really," Alhaitham spoke with a smaller voice than his usual confident one. Kaveh continued to laugh at his friend who almost never lost his cool while you kept asking if he needed anything to help.

"Please let me know if there's anything I can get you." Your worried tone made it even worse for him, the poor boy was shifting in his seat from how embarrassed he was.

When you finally walked away, the glare that sent Kaveh's way from Alhaitham was the icing on the cake. The blonde kept mocking his friends' small tone when replying to you. At one point, you even walked by to serve another table and placed a glass of water next to him. Which he couldn't even smile to appreciate before his eyes caught Kaveh's cheeky ones.

A note was left before they left, from Alhaitham, apologizing for the events that happened, along with two 20-dollar bills. You smiled looking down at the note and folded it to save in your pocket for later. Why had you never paid more attention to him before?

amen hon🙏

Genshin Fandom Leave the VAs the Fuck Alone Challenge.

Elliot’s been part of the community for barely a week. Y’all didn’t even give the poor man time to breathe before pulling some bullshittery on him. Yes, a lot of the English Genshin VAs are active in the community (some a bit too much so), but they’re not your buddies.

Who the fuck in their right mind sees lewd fanart of a character and goes “You know who would really like this? Their voice actor!” The only VA I can think of who might be fine with that is Griffin, and even then it’s just common fucking decency to not do that. He’s a grown man. If he wants to see R34 of Childe he can look for it himself. He doesn’t need some Twitter rando tagging him.

Randomly tagging VAs in shit is not normal behavior, and if you think it is, you need to get off of social media for a while. I’m being completely serious about that. That kind of attention seeking is a sign of someone who’s not getting enough offline social interaction.

I am literally begging at this point, leave the VAs alone. This is why the rest of the internet fucking hates us.

YOU👏HAVE👏EVERY👏MFING👏RIGHT👏TO👏BE👏PROUD😩😤😩😤🤌🤌✨✨🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Helping A Friend Out

cw: sub!thoma, dom!reader, gn!reader, crying, handjob, penetration, cheating (implied ayato and thoma relationship)

a/n: this is probably one of the best i’ve ever written ngl

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Thoma could feel your stare digging through his back as he talked with the Traveler and Paimon. The thought made him nervous, although he tried to regain his composure while he continued his conversation.

“Thoma, are you alright?” Paimon asked him, seeing him a bit shaken up.

“Oh, me? Of course! I’m doing just fine! What was it you wanted to ask again?” He pardoned, this time actually listening to whatever the two in front of him were saying.

Despite giving an ear, he couldn’t ignore your eyes. And when he looked over, he shivered when he saw you lick your lips as if you were undressing him with your eyes. Thoma couldn’t help but to imagine himself being rimmed by your tongue, causing him to feel a slight disturbance from under.

“Thoma! You’re not listening to Paimon at all! Hmph!”

“Excuse my friend over here, it seems he’s a bit sick. Probably overworked himself at the Kamisato’s” Your voice lingered in his ear, before he knew it, you were placing your head on his shoulder.

Moreover, what were you insinuating with your words?

Paimon gasped as the Traveler remains unbothered. “A friend of Thoma’s? He’s reaaaally nice, you know? He always gets Paimon and the Traveller discounts when he treats us to food!”

“Is that so? I guess Thoma gets paid a lot by the Kamisato’s, huh? I wonder why…” You make eye contact with Thoma, who’s feeling a bit under the weather.

“Well, duh? Thoma’s the nicest!” Paimon exclaimed, making you laugh at her words. She’s not wrong at that.

“Sorry to cut off the conversation, but I must escort him home. A sick person should stay inside, after all.”

Traveler stepped in forward as if saying that they’d be willing to help. You only left them a smile before leaving, a suspicious look being given to you by the savior of Inazuma.

The walk to your abode was silent. However, Thoma could hear his heart pounding of what’s to come when he enters. Opening the door, you urged him to go inside.

“I see that you’re the talk of the city.”

“N-No, they were just exaggerating!” He defended himself, even knowing that you probably wouldn’t believe it.

“Well, I suppose that one’s money mustn’t go to waste. After all, Ayato surely must pay a lot for a night with you.” You had him fumbled, how did you know that he had a relationship with him?

“I-It’s nothing like that.”

“No need to lie to me, Thoma. So, how much is it?”

“It’s really nothing like what you’re thinking of…” He answered once more, Thoma didn’t seem to be lying to you from your observations. You finally concluded on what he was referring to.

“So lovers then. That would make sense. Still, of course Ayato would gift such extravagant riches, wouldn’t he?”

Ayato knew that this was wrong. He shouldn’t be responding to your flirtatious manner, just because his lover was currently busy doesn’t mean that he should be participating in such affairs. But who was he to say these things when he was having such lustful thoughts of you just from earlier.

“Aah!” Your hands feeling up his crotch accidentally made him moan, head rolling back to your chest.

“It must be hard having such a busy partner, right Thoma? He’s got you all pent up like this…”

“N-No! Hmm! Aah—hah! S-Stop it, (Name)…” You now travelled to his cock already erect and leaking precum just from your slight touches. He’s touch starved, poor thing.

Thoma is quivering from your strokes, it just felt so wrong but so, so good! What were you doing this to him? “Aren’t you so unfaithful? About to cum from a friend’s hand…”

“I-I’m not!! Hn!” He stuttered out, his cock being unable to take no more of your fondling.

“Hm? Why were you already hard while talking to the traveler then? Surely, you must not think I’m a fool to not realizing that you were fantasizing about me?”

Thoma cried out holding his best not to cum from someone else than Ayato. “I-I wasn’t thinking o-of you!”

“Yes, yes. Keep lying to me, darling.”

Thoma screamed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face as he orgasmed not to his partner, but you. Before he was able to sort out his thoughts, he fell unconscious much to your demise.

That was the first and last time that Thoma would ever swore to go near you. Unfortunately things did not go to plan as he rests on his bed alone, no one next to him to give him warmth and instead of calling Ayato, he thinks of you.

Unbeknownst to him, his feet reached your door and you gladly opened up your place to him whenever he wants.

That was when his actions became a repetition and a routine. He couldn’t even count the nights he had spent in your place.

“(Name)! Agh! M-More!” Thoma wept for you as you continued hitting his prostate, pounding against him until he drools on the bed sheets like a dog.

His walls were yours now, you’ve done it so many times it actually felt like you were a part of him and it just felt wrong for you not to be inside him.

“Mm! Aah! S-So good!”

You spank him hard, making him choke on his own moans. He unconsciously drizzled some of him cum, dripping down to his thighs as you push him to the point that he faces the wall.

“(Name), P-Please! Let m-me!” He begged you, knowing that you’d get mad at him for finishing without your permission.

“Say it then, Thoma. Say what you truly are.”

“Aah! T-Thank you! I’m a little cumslut! I’m y-your cumslut! Only yours!”

“Good boy.”

Thoma finally orgasmed, every part of his body aching as you let him fall onto the floor on his own. Streaks of his fluids showered the wall, tainting it with all of his juices. Sadly, despite how many times you two had sex, he knew it would never blossomed into something more even if he knew he was starting to fall for you.

He returned to his place alone, thighs shaking from too much pleasure that you had given him only to be surprised that Ayato was right there waiting for him.

“Where were you, love?” He was worried for his lover, tired and breathless. Did someone ask him to deliver something this late at night?

Ah, he was so kind to him.

“I was helping a friend out.”

(ON HIATUS) 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄! : 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make them fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 : The headcanons need to be read in the order they are listed in (the regions are independent of each other) for it to make sense. The scenarios however, have no particular order. NOT A HAREM STORY, AND DO NOT MAKE REQUESTS FOR THIS SERIES.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Mondstadt ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Liyue ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Inazuma ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Sumeru ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (Snezhnaya ver.)

Gn!reader is reborn as a seelie when they got isekai’d into Genshin Impact (other characters)

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒

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material gworl? slay

Cause like I have a request of my own... what if the sister found out that Satoru slept with the sister? I love this 🤧🤧🤧🤧 sips tea ☕

tree tops (beach days part 2)

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

⟶ cw. camgirl! reader, age-gap, infidelity, cheating (gojo cheating on your sister with you), gojo is a warning, public sex, fingering, choking, mentions of virginity, manipulation, oral, deep-throat, cum play, cum eating, 18+ MINORS DO NOT READ

sypnosis: request, gojo approaches you about a video you posted online and then he couldn't keep his hands off you even though he belongs to your sister, and all this whilst you're all on a family vacation.

part sypnosis: after the eventful day you ignored his texts for a couple of days until you're forced to hang out with your sister and him, satoru can't stop playing with you even when his girlfriend is two feet away from you

⟶ wc. 5.5k (WTF IS WRONG WITH ME)

a/n: i got too invested, this is so fun to write i hope it's fun to read! please lmk what you think!!! reblogs and comments are EXTREMELY APPRECIATED, lets me know if you like it and want more or not! btw i hope the open ended endings arent annoying, i like leaving it like that : P could make another part who knows.

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!! i love the username :)))

part 1 // part 2

The plush hotel pillows felt lush on your cheeks, pressing your face against the fabric more the break of a sunrise peeks through the sheer curtains in your room. You groan turning away from the bright light wanting to just sleep longer since you barely had any sleep for the last few days.

Gojo Satoru did not leave you alone, not with your Snapchat at his fingers. He had sent multiple photos of himself, his privates, and just plain texting you─no he was spamming you, only because you never gave him the attention he wanted. You knew he was annoyed, ever since that day somehow your parents and sister have been arguing so for the past few days she’d been sitting with Satoru at a different table during meals.

“Dear, would you ask your sister what’s wrong? She’s been ignoring us for days,” Your mother asks, reading the news or her phone or something, “This is a family holiday after all.”

You groan, dropping your book in your lap, “Mom, why don’t you? You guys are the ones that made her mad, I wasn’t even here! I only heard something about you not liking Satoru and well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before inviting him to a ‘family’ holiday!”

You were so over it, seemed like he’s everyone's problem these days. Your mother sighs, speaking to your father instead.

In the corner of your eyes, you see Satoru’s eyes stealing glances at you, his fingers tapping on the back of his phone noticeably, signaling. You roll your eyes, picking up your phone and looking at his text.

3.25 am

satoru: reply to me

satoru: are you sleeping??

satoru: sneak out and see me

satoru: helloooo im bored

9.45 am

satoru: do your parents still hate me?

satoru: i know you saw my text

satoru: i literally see you looking at my text

satoru: answer!!!

You sigh, dropping your phone in the pocket of your shorts. He had such a creative username, you rolled your eyes at it. “Do you guys have something planned?”

Your father nods, “We’ve got a spa day, you could join us? Or I think your sister’s off on some sort of tree course thing─”

“Ah yes, I think you’d enjoy that,” Your mom adds, “Treetop challenge and ziplines I think, that’s what was on the ad.”

You didn’t really want to be in his presence but it was either that or joining your parents in spa─which meant they’d be kinda naked around you and vice versa. You smile, totally okay with the choices you were forced to choose from. Last night your mother had also mentioned how you weren’t making the most of this vacation, just sitting around as you could back home. You didn’t want to argue with her right after her fight with your sister so you just had to pretend you’d try, and now you had to execute the lie.

“Okay, I’ll go with them.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Let’s go pretty girl.” Satoru slaps the back of your helmet and almost yeets you off the side of the platform.

You gasp, grabbing your head whilst your legs shake, “What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

He smiles, picture-perfect and all. He seemed too overjoyed that you joined them when he should be smiling with your sister but wait─where is she? You look around only noticing her a few courses back.

“Hurry up!” You shout, waving at her.

Your sister had her new dress on, big mistake, struggling with literally everything, especially the little pieces of wood she had to walk on to make her way closer to catch up to you two. “I’m trying! Why did you make me do this, ‘Toru!”

You chuckle, seeing her struggle was lowkey satisfying. Satoru shrugs at her, “Babe, you told me to pick whatever I want. Come on, or else we’ll leave you behind.” He looks back at you, his eyes glimmering with something different. You had a disgusted look on your face.

You always seemed to have that disgusted look on your face when he’s around he’s noticed. He couldn’t tell if you actually thought he stunk or just disliked him, but hell, he knew you didn’t dislike him to not fuck him. What he did like were the same shorts you wore, maybe you only brought one pair, he could see the straps of your bikini top through your tank top. He bites his lips thinking of all the things he could do to you right now if your sister wasn’t so nearby, but she wasn’t near enough for him to not grab your ass.

“The fuck!” You shriek, slapping his hand away, “She’s literally right there you freak.”

Gojo smirks, not letting you go, he slips his warm and sweaty fingers prod under the hem of them feeling those bare cheeks of yours that peaked out of your shorts, “Is that the only thing you find wrong about this, that she’s right there? Not because I’m trying to finger your ass right now?”

“Shut up,” You huff, moving away from him trying to ignore the weird feelings below your hips. You attach your safety hook on the next zipline, “Just wait for her, okay? Fuckface.”

“You cuss way too much for your age.” You hear him say while you zip away, you turned around in the seated position shooting him a middle finger as his arrogant smile begins to fade from the distance.

When you got off, your phone buzzed. You checked, in case it was your parents to see your sister messaging you.

(sister’s name): i hate satoru

(sister’s name): what is this stupid ass place he brought us

(sister’s name): ive got moss all over my legs!

You: just wipe it off

(sister’s name): it stinks here

You: stop breathing then

Before you put your phone away another text immediately pops up on your screen and your finger accidentally open it, Snapchat.

satoru: the more you run the more i wanna stick my dick in your ass

satoru: did i make you wet?

You grunt.

You: your existence makes my pussy dry asf

satoru: wow

satoru: rude asf

satoru: btw your sister keeps complaining

satoru: can i push her off the next ledge i see

You laugh, he’d be doing you both a favour.

You: fucking do it, i dare you

satoru: i’ll fucking do you in a second

You: someones a pussy.

satoru: i aint going to jail

satoru: you know what they’d do to a guy like me in jail

You: you’d drop that soap so fast

You: you seem like the type to become someones bitch for a packet of ramen

satoru: wow

satoru: im literally gonna fold you when i see you

satoru: little bitch

Instead of allowing yourself to get distracted by him anymore, you get on with the course, completely ignoring anyone anything around you. Luckily you had your extra pair of earphones and pop them in before shutting out the world.

Satoru groans, his eyes fluttering with despair. He clicks his tongue watching your body swoop a few courses ahead, without a burden like your sister holding him back he’d be able to catch up in no time but hell, he can’t just ditch his girlfriend right now. Definitely not when she was holding his hand and making him guide her through every little thing.

During the wobbly bridge, he purposely jumps behind her making it shake and buckle under their weight. He laughs as your sister cries out, jumping back into his arms, “Babe! Stop it, I’m scared.”

If he could roll his eyes without her seeing he would. It wasn’t like he disliked his own girlfriend, he did after all choose to date her from all the candidates on that dating app. Yet, his mind couldn’t stop flashing images of you into his brain. He imagined if it were you that showed up on his tinder would he have chosen you? But then again, his age range is nowhere near that low so he’d never actually come across your profile, wait did you even have a dating profile? He wonders what you’d put in your descriptions, what pictures you’d use, it made him annoyed thinking of all the rats that would flood your DMS.

“Go on first, Satoru,” Your sister offers, “I needa’ fix my sandals.”

He nods, telling her he’d wait for her after the long zipline. He was still confused why she decided to wear sandals and a dress even though he’d told her last night about the treetop course. He notices you on the zipline ahead of him, clearly enjoying yourself without anyone with you. Somehow he found it strange someone could enjoy being alone, but then again you were one of those book nerds who can go days without talking to anyone.

Satoru gets to the end of his zipline and looks back, squinting in hopes to see his girlfriend. Nothing. He sighs, leaning against the barrier, they were so high up in the trees at this point and probably near the end as well. He didn’t want it to end, because then you have no reason to hang out with him anymore.

He thought about it, wait for his girlfriend or chase after you. Well, clearly he chose the latter because here he was right behind you.

“Ah!” You shriek, fixing the straps that kept pinching the side of your buttcheeks, “Where’s my sister?”

“Uh,” Satoru smiles, shrugging, “No clue.”

Eh?

You sigh, still trying to fix your problem and make yourself more comfortable.

Satoru notices and asks, “What’s with you?”

“This straps digging into me.”

He nods, pushing away your hand. You eye him but his eyes were focused on the sides of your bottom. He notices the rolled-up and twisted strap, “Don’t flinch.”

His large hands grab your ass and turn you, facing you away from him. Somehow you find your cheeks getting warm, after all, your ass was facing him now. He gets down, his hands were wet from the course since it was a tropical treetop adventure. It felt cold, you had to resist flinching from it.

His hands are huge, you remembered them, they were also really soft and pretty.

You gulped feeling his fingers slip underneath the strap, wedged between your jean shorts and it. He wiggles and manages to untangle it with ease moving on to the other side. “Did you really ride that entire thing with a buckle between your cheeks?”

You shift, clicking your tongue, “No, it just moved when I was doing the plank jumping.”

His face felt really close to your body, you could feel his breath against the back of your thigh. You look back behind you, eyes widening when you realise he’s been looking at you waiting for you to turn around.

“What?” You huff.

He smiles, it wasn’t fair that he’s hot. “Nothing.” His pearly whites on display, you knew why your sister talked so much good about him with her girlfriends whenever they’d come over to stay.

“Just hurry, I wanna get going.”

Satoru shakes his head, “Come on, let’s take our time and enjoy ourselves.” Somehow that felt like it had more than one meaning but you move on.

His fingers prodding at your exposed buttcheeks against making you jump, “Hey!”

“Sorry, it’s just stuck in there, can you spread your legs or something?”

He’d love that, huh?

You did as he asked. Satoru was enjoying it, maybe a little too much. He liked the way your body melts under his touch even if you were trying to resist him. He pulls at the buckle and gets it away from your asscheeks. He bits his lip when his eyes catch the way your jeans are tucked and folded in between your ass, god, it was plump and right in his reach.

He proceeds to get back up, purposely running his hands up your body, resting against your left buttcheek. His fingers curled, molding into the crease of your ass. You gulped, feeling him squeeze.

What surprised you the most was his breathing, it somehow changed, erratic. He presses his large frame against you, pushing you forwards slightly. It felt like his hands were burning through your clothes, he breathes a quiet moan into your ear, “Fuck. You really think I haven’t noticed the way you keep pulling your shorts up?”

You gasp when his fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, threatening to slip into your bikini bottom, “I wasn’t doing it for you.”

“Yea?” Satoru hisses, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “You were doing it for that boy that was following you? You want his number or something, I fucking swear to god if you get anyone's number I’m going to push them off this fucking tree.”

He practically just marked his territory, to you and only you but you were too stubborn to just let him do that so easily.

Somehow he manages to get you to the edge of the empty platform, it was near the end therefore there weren’t many people who started the challenge with your group here at the moment since you literally tried to speedrun it.

He pushed your body against it, making your hands hold onto the railing. He bends you so your ass was perked up perfectly for him. His eyes trailed only to the curve of your body and the way you tried to look anywhere but at him, finding the trees more interesting.

He holds your waist in both of his hands, slowly thrusts himself into the nook of your butt. You muffled a moan with a bite of your lip, he can’t have the luxury of getting that out of you in public. “Keep pretending you don’t enjoy this, we both know you’re soaking wet.”

“I told you, looking at you makes me as dry as─”

Satoru cuts you off, “Shut up, stop being a brat.”

His cock erect inside of his shorts easily brush against your warm-clothed cunt, it wasn’t like he could just take off these tight-ass shorts right now but hell, he wanted to. His body felt heavy even though he was only just pushing against you, his large hands holding your waist were the only thing you could focus on. Does the trim his nails every day or something they’re so neat.

He leans over your body, pressing his chest against your back, head resting against the crook of your neck, “You think she’d kill us if she saw us? What do you think she’d do, blame me or you? Break up with me or fuck your relationship up…to be honest, she’s so in love with me I bet she’d forgive me in a heartbeat but you? I don’t even know what she’d do with you.”

“Stop it then,” You grabbed his hands, trying to pry him off. You turned your head to meet his blue eyes, you only noticed now that he’s not been wearing his sunglasses, “We’re not doing this.”

“Why not,” He whines, smiling ear to ear, “I wanna.” Satoru thrusts into you again, whatever you tried didn’t work, his grip was too tight. His dick bulging through his pants fit so snugly in the gap between your legs, perfect fit.

His lips engulf your earlobe, he sucks on it practically moaning in your ear, “I’d do anything to rip your clothes off right now. Fuck, I miss how tight your pussy is.”

It was hard to resist but you didn’t even know where your sister was, she could literally be right behind you and she might actually push you off to your death if you were caught with the love of her life. You wiggled around, slipping out of his hold to only be able to turn around and face him, hands on his chest pushing him as far as your arms could. It wasn’t much, he was leaning in trying to catch your lips with his.

“We can’t.”

Satoru groans, throwing his head back, exposing his veiny throat to you. “You’re so difficult.”

He wouldn’t reveal this to you but his cock was throbbing in his pants right now, practically dripping with precum. He loved the way you talked, argued, and fought against him-you hated him and god, he wanted you. It wasn’t like you couldn’t feel his cock, he wanted you to but he didn’t want you to know the things you could do to him if only you would ask. You were too bratty to ever ask, only demand.

“Would you push me off if I fingered you?” His lips trailed down the side of your neck, his hair brushing against your face. His thick fingers tapping against your inner thigh, trying to pry them open, “Don’t you want to just, feel them? Feel my fingers inside of you?”

You swallowed, hard. Your legs wobbled, you had to reposition them and he noticed, smirking again. Satoru slides his finger up between your legs, past the barrier of the hem of your shorts. It is a tight fit but it made it all the more interesting, his fingers felt the soft fabric of your bikini bottom and he moves them aside.

He heard you choke on your breath, his eyes meeting the blushed expression on your face, shy and worried but you never stopped him.

It wasn’t like it was hard, there wasn’t much between him and his goal and well, his goal was soaking wet as he predicted. Your small whimpers, moans of pleasure, like a song in his ears. Finally.

It was slightly uncomfortable, just the position and the way your shorts restricted his wrist. His fingers could only go so deep, only two of them fit through and lapped up all your wetness, he doesn’t hesitate to plunge inside, feeling the way it suctions him in. “Dry as a desert, huh?”

He teases you again, he always does, whether it be with his words or his eyes. You arched your back, hoping he’d have room to go deeper. A hand gripping onto the one he’s using to fuck you, holding him in place.

“You can’t just─” You bellowed, a whimper leaving your lips, “Fuck, that feels really good.”

Satoru groans, nodding at your response. He curls his fingers, trying to reach for the depths. There wasn’t any more room for him to penetrate, it wasn’t like he could easily finger you either, all he could do was stay fully penetrated and feel for what he wanted to use, abuse and oh, there it is.

You bite your lip so hard it nearly bleeds, the hand on his wrist brightens the colour on his wrist-probably going to bruise it. You choked, “Sa-Satoru, fuck, that’s it.”

He smiles, his lips return to your neck, resisting the urge to bite down on it, “I told you, with age comes experience. That guy over there wouldn’t be able to find your soft spot so fast.”

You nod, you don’t really know why but you were too delirious. Maybe it was the thrill, knowing anyone could just walk over that platform bridge and bust you. Even below, a hundred meters below someone could just look up and see you soaking down your legs.

“Are you going to cum you fucking brat?” Satoru growls, sensing how you tighten around his fingers, he works harder trying to get you there, “Come on, be a good girl and cum.”

Damn it. Why did he have to sound like that, his voice was groveled, deep, and lewd.

You unraveled, simply and easily. The dangerous thrill, his voice, and just his being in front of you caused all this to be so fucking simple. You came so hard, your legs shake the platform-you wanted to scream out, loudly and just let him know but hell, you could imagine the look on people’s faces after realizing a girl just got finger-fucked on a tropical adventure park.

He pulls out, looking at his glistening fingers. He smiles, pleased with it. “Open.”

You do it, why not? He shoves his fingers into your mouth, passing your swollen lips from all the biting. He flattens it against your tongue erotically, rolling it, cleaning it. He couldn’t resist going a bit deeper, holding the back of your head with his other hand he tilts your head back.

“Shit, you don’t have a gag reflex?” He moans, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

He feels the back of your throat easily with his long fingers, he could practically bust with a lustful expression on your face, eyes hazed from your orgasm and lips parted like a good girl for him.

He hears a piece of wood creak and pulls out quickly, accidentally nudging your tonsil, and you cough. “Ow, what the fuck.”

Then, his eyes widened he didn’t even need to turn around to know. “Yea, what the fuck indeed.”

Your sister stands across from the two of you. Oh god, your face heats up and your heart drops to your stomach. Satoru’s still got his left hand wrapped around your neck, your face flushed.

“Satoru, did you just─did you just try to touch my sister?” Your sister yells, running over and grabbing his other arm.

Satoru still in shock has to play it off or else they’d be done for, “Oh, uh─no. Babe, why would I do that?”

Your sister scoffs, finally getting him off of you, seeing the red mark on your neck. “I know you’re a man-whore but my fucking sister? My innocent little sister, Satoru!”

Oh, somehow you felt a sense of relief. She assumed he was about to do something.

“Are you okay?” She asks, seeing you hold your throat still trying to recover, “I can’t believe you choked her so hard she’s coughing!”

Well, sister, it wasn’t exactly that but you weren’t going to argue. “Baby, I promise I wasn’t trying to hit on your sister─”

“Yea, but you were clearly hurting her!”

Your eyes flicker towards Satoru, his eyes are large and unsteady. He grabs your sister by her waist, trying to soothe his way out of this, “I was just playing, baby.”

“Playing what? Choke your girlfriend’s sister to death, or were you trying to hold her down and kiss her? Huh, tell me.”

He rolls his neck, stressed, “I wouldn’t kill your sister.”

“Oh, so you wanted to kiss her?” Your sister crosses her arms, you wished you could disappear from this moment. So you try, moving over a little.

Your sister doesn’t let you though, “Stay still, I need to make sure he won’t hurt you again.”

You pucker your lips standing behind her as she tries to protect you.

Satoru's eyes flicker between his girlfriend and his girlfriend's sister, thinking which lie would suit this situation more, fuck it. “Yea, I was.”

“Oh my god! Are you drunk? I swear to god, I can’t ever leave you alone. Just because we look alike doesn’t mean you can just try to kiss her, okay?” Satoru wanted to disagree, you two didn’t look anything alike-it was like night and day. His girlfriend was this bright, confident, and extroverted sun and you were this mysterious, moody, and introverted moon but still, the way your eyes are looking at him-seductive, dirty, and arrogant. He found you so much hotter.

“I’m sorry baby.”

She huffs, taking his hand, “It’s fine, let’s just get going. My feet fucking hurt.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

You couldn’t believe your sister was so chill about Satoru trying to kiss you. Maybe it was something he did often, did he cheat on her often or something? This finally hit you that you were an accomplice in Satoru cheating on your own sister.

If your pillow could suffocate you, you would do it.

You nearly jump out of your skin when your bedroom door opens. Facing the direction you knew it to be the familiar white-haired cunt.

“What do you want now?”

Satoru pouts, “Not happy to see me?”

He makes his way towards your dimly lit bed, the only light was from the television you had on playing something random as background music whilst you were scrolling on your phone. He doesn’t even say anything when he pulls back your blanket and jumps in.

You send him a weird look, “Erm, what’s this?” You move over from the center of the bed to the right more, away from his warm nearly naked body. It wasn’t until he was near that you noticed he was shirtless and only wore his boxers.

He leans back, putting his arm over his head, his biceps popping as he does. Satoru cocks his head your way, “Your sister kicked me out of bed.”

“I wonder why,” You say, pulling the sheets up to cover yourself, “She didn’t dump you?”

Satoru chuckles, “Nah, she loves me.”

His face is illuminated by the light from the tv, you’ve never been in such a position with him. The last time you were in a room with him alone, some things happened and well, there wasn’t much talking at all.

“She said anything about me?” You ask.

He shakes his head, “Nah, she loves you too I guess. She blames me, says I needa’ stop trying to kiss everyone thats pretty.”

“You do that often? Cheat, lie, manipulate, take advantage-”

“Aight, I get it,” He cuts you off, his blue eyes glistening, “I don’t cheat on your sister, like ever. You are the first okay? I just have a bad track record, before I met your sister─I was as your sister says─a man-whore.”

“But why are you in here?”

He smiles, “Because, she kicked me out and you’ve got a comfy bed.”

“Is that all?”

His eyes glimmer now, with excitement, “No, I wanted to see you.”

“Whore.”

He acts hurt, “Ouch, offended.” His smile brightens, he bits his pink-hued lips eyeing you.

“Honestly, you should just forget me and go back to her, I’m sure if you kiss her or something she’d take you right back in her arms,” You suggest, watching the video on your phone.

Satoru groans on your side, within a split second he throws your phone onto the bed and holds your jaw with his hand, “I don’t want her, do you need me to keep repeating this?”

“Well, you can’t have me so, fuck off.”

He rolls his eyes, pushing you down into the bed as his body rolls over the top of you caging you in underneath him. His predator-like stance over your prey-like frame. He puts his hand over your mouth, “Could you just shut up for once in your life.”

Your muffled voice sends back a response and he just smirks.

“I can’t hear you but I guess that’s a good thing. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, your fucking mouth I just keep imagining my dick inside of it. How do you not have a gag reflex, for a kid like you─”

“I─am not. I’m not a vi-virgin─you, you fuckface, I─wasn’t one when we first fucked either.” You choked out under his hand.

He chuckles, his voice vibrates through you, in a dark room with nothing but yourselves it somehow felt different, “Obviously, virgins don’t know how to ride cock the way you do, but then again I never made you cum around my dick so I don’t even know if you cum like a virgin.”

“Have you got some weird virgin kink, because that’s plain weird─” He’d let you talk for a second.

Then close his hand over your mouth again, “I fucking don’t, now just shut up again.”

“I just find it kinda fun, how you’ve barely had any experience yet, somehow I just have this gut feeling that you’re a freak. I wanna know how you take cock in your throat.”

With the look, you could’ve easily had him wrapped around your fingers, he hopes you’ll never find out. He sits on the bed hands laced between strands of your messy hair that he’d tug and pull at making you moan stuffed with his cock inside your mouth.

Satoru’s cock was shaped like it was made by gods, molded like the picture-perfect dick. It curves beautifully, no wonder it feels so good. Its size is beyond average, he’s impressed with how much of it you could take inside of your mouth. Before long, it hits the back of your throat, and when he’d think you couldn’t take anymore he feels it go deeper into the ridges of you, his nose hitting his crotch. Fuck, when was the last time a girl had his entire cock inside their mouth.

His head thrown back, he couldn't even playoff how good he felt. He could tell it was stroking your ego, you knew how to suck dick.

You moaned purposefully, the vibrations caused his dick to twitch. He hisses, breathing through the waves in his stomach. His eyes were barely open, he wanted to see it.

He wants to see your watery eyes, choking on his cock. Fuck, so the no-gag reflex was an actual thing, he’d do this all day if he could.

You drag your tongue around the underside of his cock when you pulled back, rolling your tongue around his velvet tip, swirling before prodding at the leaking cum. “Hhm, you taste good…for a prick.”

He laughs darkly, voice deep from all the grunting he was doing, “You lied right? You’ve gotta have been with more than five guys.”

You licked your palm, eyes connected to him the entire time and you saw him gulp. Using the palm to pleasure his veiny rod. You shake your head, smiling, “Nah, I didn’t lie. I’m just talented. You forget that I’m a camgirl.”

“Fuck, uh-fuck, yea you-you are so fucking ta-talented. Dirty fucking, camgirl.” He could barely hold back when you took his tip back in your mouth, as you fisted his cock, the double stimulation making him thrust into your mouth, “Let me, fuck, let me cum in your throat pretty girl.”

“Beg,” You pulled out, smacking your lips, wiping away the drool, “Beg me and I’ll let you. I’ll even swallow.”

His eyes lit up and his lips stretch ear to ear. “Fuck─yeah, please, let me cum in your throat. Please, (y/n), I’ll do anything.”

You hum, pleased with his obedience, for a guy like him you thought it was so fun to be like this. Honestly, most men in this position would do anything to bust in your mouth.

“Do you beg my sister?”

Satoru perks, “Huh?”

“Do you beg her, for her to let you cum?”

Satoru shakes his head, “Fuck no, only you.”

You liked that answer.

Taking him back in your mouth, he nearly screams. The euphoria he feels, he doesn’t even regret begging, god, he never fucking begs.

His dick was so hard it could explode, you could tell he was near his end. It throbs in your mouth and you take it completely in, resting it in as deep as it could go. You dragged your mouth in and out, sucking on it and rolling your tongue as you could.

Satoru can’t hold it anymore, he bites his lip, moaning your name. He grips your hair hard, making you meet his eyes. “Fuck─shit, I’m gonna cum─”

During this, the entirety of it he was loud like extremely loud to the point that when your sister came looking for her boyfriend walked around everywhere she could think he would be, and ended up at your bedroom door. She doubts that he’d be in there but only with one step past it, the noises coming from the door made her freeze.

He was moaning her sister’s name, her little sister’s name. She drops down next to the door, listening to all the sweet shit he says to you. How he’s obedient, talkative, and listens to you. He’d never been like that with her, he’d always been a fuck and go kinda guy so what’s changed.

She was angry but she wasn’t going to walk in, and curse her eyes with the sight of him fucking you or whatever what happening in there.

Satoru’s fucked out eyes beamed at you, his gentle hand paws at your cheeks. He tells you to open your mouth, you opened them. His fingers spread your lips as he looks down your throat. The overload of his cum fills it to the brim, he feels his stomach flip. The sight that, oof.

“Swallow, all of it,” He urges, you close your lips and swallow as he says. Satoru leans towards your swollen and overused lips, attaching his to it. He sucks and pulls on it, sloppy, he was drunk on the taste. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”

He stayed in your bed, even spooning you. If only he knew, that your phone was blowing up from a certain guy who did give you his number on the course.

Megumi: i’ll take you up on that

You tap the screen of your phone, thinking of a response.

You: you're still awake?

Megumi: can’t stop thinking about you

Seems like all the guys around you think the same.

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he said no

i love him

Hello? I- yes i'd like to die like this please

can i request some fluff for mammon smelling a really nice perfume on mc and cuddling them all day

This is how you die.

On the bed, phone in hand, a fatal weight crushing your torso. It’s a slow, agonizing death for sure, but it’s not the worst way to go.

“Mammon, I need to charge my phone.”

The demon hums, but doesn’t move a single muscle.

Maybe it isn't such a good idea, stealing his perfume. The very moment he recognized the fragrance, he made it his mission to follow you everywhere you went. He was there in your classes, was clinging onto you as you made your way down the hallways, had his head resting on your shoulder during lunchtime.

And now, just as you’re about to take a nap, he flings himself onto you and tucks his arms comfortably under your back. His hair is a mess from all the tossing, and it's tickling your face. All this cuddling has made you quite hot, and you are quite sure your bones will never be arranged in the same way again.

But to say that you hate it would be a lie. It's far from the truth, actually. You are getting a kick out of the circumstance. It's not everyday Mammon puts his affection on display like this, especially physically. This side of him is almost endearing.

You push his bangs back, and notice that his eyes are closed. "Are you taking the nap for me?"

"Can't help it," his words are slurred with drowsiness. "You smell so good."

"It's the tenth time you tell me that. And mind you, it's your perfume."

"Yea, I have good taste."

The both of you chuckle.

Sleep crawls up on you at last, owing to his steady breathing and peaceful countenance. Throwing your phone to the far side of the bed, you shift so that you are lying flat on your back and wrap your arms around him. He buries his face even further into your shirt, so much that you aren't sure if he can breathe.

You shake the thought off. Death by cuddling doesn't sound too bad anyways.

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⋆｡° ✮ minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinktober masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: belly bulge, size difference, praise

⋆｡° ✮ adult Neteyam art was made by the amazing @cinetrix 🩵

Neteyam has always been obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the way you keep up, how you make yourself fit in, how fast you learn. The way your fragile body climbs almost as high as any omatikaya can, how fast you can run with such short legs, how good of a hunter you’ve become during the months of his training. Obsessed with the way you carry yourself, like you’re one of the people, born here where your heart belongs. Obsessed with the way you treat others, sweet and kind and lovingly, always so caring.

And most of all, obsessed with the way your tiny little cunt can swallow his cock all the way down to the base, until a not so small bulge appears on your lower stomach, where your body struggles to make him fit.

Neteyam is obsessed with how stubborn you are, how your brows are knit together in concentration as you lower yourself onto his length. Another inch of him slides into you, your mouth slightly agape as you collect your breathing, and he can’t help but smile, with his eyes entirely fixed on the bulge of your tummy.

"I‘m so proud of you, little one", he says softly. His hand moves from your thigh to your stomach, his palm caressing the place where your body gives way to make room for his size. "It’s halfway in and you’re doing so well. Look how perfect you are. You really are made to take me."

A soft laugh leaves your parted lips, as a small droplet of sweat rolls down your temples. You‘d doubt that, but you’re not in the mood nor are you capable to argue with him over this right now. Besides, you already know Neteyam would never agree that you aren’t his perfect little human and that you weren’t actually made to take his cock in all of your holes. Those are facts not even eywa could convince him to let go off. So you let him. And maybe he’s right.

Bracing yourself with your arms on his chest, another inch of his never ending cock sinks into you. The slide is smooth and fluid, arousal and specific oils used as lubricants helping you take what you thought wasn’t even humanly possible.

"Such a good girl, so good for me", Neteyam coos, and his praise slowly begins to add to the warmth spreading in your belly.

Lifting yourself up, you let his cock drag over your soft, spongey inner walls until only the tip of him rests inside you. There’s little to no resistance once you lower yourself onto him again, and you push down, down, down, until your clit kisses his pubic bone and you’re flush with one another, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle.

You feel full. So incredibly full.

Instinctively, your own hands reach for your tummy, laying both of your soft palms over Neteyams bigger one to pet over the prominent bulge.

"Feel how deep inside you I am?", Neteyam smiles, "I‘m all the way up here, see?"

He then gently presses down where the tip of his cock is nestled inside you, and your eyes roll nearly all the way back into your head. A desperate little whimper escapes you, once his hands wander from your stomach to the backside of your thighs, where he lifts you up and slowly lowers you again. He repeats the same motion a couple of times, before his pace grows quicker.

"M-More, please", you whine, before your arms encircle his neck and you bury your face into the space of his shoulder.

"Can you take it?", he asks, half teasing and half of actual concern. Instead of a verbal response, you put some strength into your trembling thighs to take the lead for a few harsh thrusts, making him groan deeply as you bounce on his cock.

Yes, Neteyam is obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the way you can take his cock all the way down to the base. Obsessed with the way your body can adjust to his size so he can thrust into you without holding back. And he’s obsessed with the way you bring a grown Na’vi warrior and future olo’eyktan to his knees, by using your tight, delicate human body like you’re his personal little cock sleeve. He’s obsessed with the way you still manage to bounce on him like it’s nothing, even though your whole body is trembling with desperation and oversensitivity.

Neteyam is obsessed with you and it’s justified, because you got him wrapped around your pretty finger and there’s no place he’d rather be as buried deep in his favorite little human.