Someone Take Away My Money Because I Just Spent So Much On 10 K-pop Albums

Someone take away my money because I just spent so much on 10 K-pop albums

worst behavior ❀

request: [anon] NO BC THE HAITANI BROTHERS WITH A SISTER IS SOOOOO 😵😵 i love them so much and your recent post about them made me melt. just imagine how they’ll react if you dated one of their colleagues (either from bonten or kantou manji) when they really want you away from the gang life and no they don’t want you to date the craziest of the bunch, they’d rather get arrested again🧍‍♀️

featuring: the haitani brothers, lil sis! reader (she's the same age as kakucho), bonten (hajime kokonoi, kakucho hitto)

genre: mildly suggestive, kind of crack?

note: this will probably have 2 more parts, but for now let's just enjoy how reader is meeting them!! and thank you for sending this anon, i love writing abt the haitanis<3

part 2

—IN BONTEN

oh god oh god.

obviously when they joined bonten they made sure to shelter you away from the problems as much as possible, it was a promise they made the moment they were assigned as bonten's executives.

but sometimes they just had to bring you to one of the meetings, especially if mikey told them that the next mission will involve the safety of their loved ones if they're not careful enough.

bonten's headquarters is the safest place they know so far, so they just put you there.

and let's just say, you had a lot of fun 👀

hajime kokonoi

"who are you." the lack of tone in his voice made you jump out of your skin and almost fall out of the couch you were sitting on. ran told you that not all of them were supposed to go to this dangerous mission and you were honestly a bit afraid about your brothers' safety despite knowing they're capable of defending themselves.

"um, ran told me to stay—"

"I know what ran said but that doesn't answer my question, doll." doll?

almost twisting your neck to look up at the guy in front of you, your furrowed eyebrows and parted lips in disbelief were amusing to koko, and he found himself raising an eyebrow as he saw the wheels in your head turn trying to come up with a snarky remark.

"why am I supposed to answer you anyway? ran told me not to speak a word to any of you,"

"aww, and the little princess would never go against her big brother's words," the mocking tone in his voice made your blood boil but then your brain clicked in realization.

"big bro- you know who I am!"

"of course I do, you think I'd walk into the room and see a girl sitting on the couch and not shoot her? even if it was one of the guy's one night stands, they all kill them at the end to protect our identity,"

they all kill them? well damn, that's the price you get for having sex with men with such power and status.

"not you doll, I'd never kill you." walking past you, koko patted your head gently before making his way towards the other couch to grab the remote control.

he had to stop making you so flustered.

"I...," your mouth opened as you watched the gorgeous man in front of you lock eyes with you once again, this time with a tilt in his head as he waited for you to speak. he even gave you an encouraging push by saying,

"you?"

"I don't know your name."

"you don't?"

you nodded. "damn, rindou really didn't lie when he said he wouldn't expose any of us to you, it's kokonoi hajime,"

of course rindou would say that. you sighed before leaning back on the couch and ignoring just how much of a pretty name this man had.

"yeah, they're kinda protective of me to be honest,"

"kinda? it seems like they're locking you in a cage gorgeous," looking back at him when he used yet another nickname, your face flushing a little before focusing back on the TV, maybe the colors from the screen would cover the obvious blush on your cheeks.

"they just love me a lot,"

"and you think another man can't love you too? if not, love you better and in many other ways than your brothers can?" what he was saying sure was logical, you did have a dating life although now kind of dry, but it was still there, buried between rindou's consistent calls to see if you weren't attacked by a random man and ran's random showing up at 1am with ice cream and a movie when you were supposed to have a guy over for some alone time.

"It's hard to go against them," you admitted honestly, your heart beating against your ribcage as your mouth spilled out such a confession.

you didn't know just how much you hated talking like this about your brothers until koko was making your brain realize stuff like this.

you heard the shuffling from the couch and before you knew it, koko was sitting next to you on the couch, your shoulders pressed against each other.

"you know they don't have to know everything, right?" it wasn't really a question and you knew that. your head was dying to turn and look at him, to see exactly what he looked like this close to you but you knew that you'd embarrass yourself even more.

"they're going to kill you," your whisper was so shy, so small and kokonoi couldn't help but let out a small smirk, shoulders slowly pushing you so that you were falling down on the couch, your back hitting the pillows before hajime was placing his lips on the skin of your stomach that was peeking from your shirt.

"if I die between your legs, then I'll die a happy man,"

your breath hitched, hands flying down to hold onto the sides of the couch.

kokonoi pressed another kiss down your stomach, this time way too close to the waistband of your skirt before letting his hands travel underneath your skirt to grip your thighs.

"tap my head twice if you want me to stop, okay?"

with the way he had his head under your skirt, you don't think you'd want him to stop anytime soon.

kakucho hitto

you hated how big this place was.

seriously, how did you manage to walk down two different stairs and none of them led down to the kitchen?

"so if someone here wakes up in the middle of the night and is hungry or thirsty, they'd just have to order food instead," you grumbled to yourself as your feet dragged down yet another staircase, your eyes glued to your socks. you were really glad you wore them because with how large the place was, it was also kind of cold.

you stopped dead in your tracks when your eyes met mismatched ones walking up the stairs, blood covering his cheek and a nasty scar on his eye.

was this the part where you get killed?

no, it was just impossible. this was bonten's headquarters, how can someone like this walk here? you were gonna get killed that's it.

"do you need something?" his voice was soft, too soft for someone who had blood on his cheek.

"... I know bonten, I can get you in trouble if you don't leave," you didn't know who you were fooling, him or yourself but when his eyes squinted at your words you realized what you said.

"but you can just leave and we'll pretend this never happened!"

"what—"

"don't get too close, r-ran gave me a gun,"

"ran?"

fuck, maybe your brothers didn't say their names? did you just expose them?

"...coon,"

"huh?"

"rancoon, that's his name. rancoon gave me a gun,"

"what the fuck are you—sweetheart, I'm bonten's number 3,"

oh.

oh?

number 3? so his position was higher than your brothers'. and you just threatened to point a gun at him, how amazing is that.

your legs were almost gonna give up on you when you saw him walk up the stairs towards you, and your feet started dragging you back up just to avoid him.

"would you please stop looking at me like I'm gonna murder you or something?"

"you literally have blood on your cheek," you scoffed as you answered him. it was easier said than done plus, rindou told you that there was a guy your age and you were starting to think it was this dude.

"you're acting like rindou didn't twist a man's bones so bad, they pierced his heart," he was so nonchalant about it, you cringed. he stopped before you on the stairs, eyes staring down at your legs before traveling back up to your face and that's when you realized two things:

one: he mentioned rindou when you didn't tell him who you were.

two: you had frog socks on.

"frog? are you ten?"

"hey! you don't have to be a certain age to wear frog socks." chuckling to himself, kakucho shook his head a little before walking past you up the stairs.

"they really spoiled you rotten didn't they?"

now you were actually offended.

"I am not spoiled, I'm a grown ass woman with a job and—"

"and ran and rindou would bring you anything you want the moment you mention it, isn't that true princess?" now that the man was a step higher than you, you were actually intimidated by his mismatched eyes and built stature.

"it's not my fault they want to buy me things."

"never said it was, I'm just saying you're spoiled. does it have to be a bad thing?"

"yes? considering the fact we're the same age—"

"we are?" now kakucho was actually interested. you, a harmless little sister with no gun whatsoever, no weapon on you or phone for that matter, still tried to threaten bonten's number three in broad daylight.

"stop interrupting me."

kakucho stared in amusement as he leaned his weight on his side, elbow resting on the staircase's railing.

"you're right, my bad."

"thank you—wait what's your name?"

"kakucho, kakucho hitto."

"okay kakucho as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, there is something wrong with calling me spoiled because I'm anything but that. I'm capable of buying myself anything with my money—"

"you can buy yourself a mansion?"

no.

"you can buy yourself the car that you have?"

also no.

"then you're spoiled. the kitchen is downstairs by the way, we have pizza."

...was he going to end the conversation like that?

"rude motherfucker," you mumbled to yourself as you turned on your heels to walk down the stairs to find the kitchen like he told you to. you didn't even wanna continue convincing him that you weren't spoiled, your stomach was empty and you were starting to get extremely hangry.

"I'd rather be fucking you instead," you froze when you heard the words leave his lips, his teasing stare along with the laugh that escaped his mouth making your stomach jump a little.

"a-at least get to know me first?" you cursed yourself for stuttering. this wasn't the moment for you to realize just how handsome and hot he was, and the idea of him fucking you didn't sound so unpleasant.

"haitani (name), you're twenty-six years old and you live exactly three blocks away from rindou's place just in case an emergency occurs and he has to save you—" as he said those words, he was slowly walking down the stairs, his stare burning holes in your forehead and you found yourself unable to break eye contact with him.

"—from the big bad lurking wolves around because his sister happens to be so weak that she can't defend herself. do I know you enough now?"

"... what's my favorite show."

"(favorite show), ran bought all the DVDs once and I was a bit confused as to why he would do so but then he said it was for you—"

"you can fuck me."

now why would you say that. even kakucho wasn't expecting such an answer based on how his eyes widened, but you tried to play it cool by maintaining eye contact with bonten's number 3.

"what? didn't you say you'd rather fuck me instead?" crossing your arms over your chest, you raised a questioning eyebrow at the man in front of you, the lack of response from his side making you question whether or not he was actually serious.

"this conversation never happened." kakucho turned on his heels to look away from you, hoping that you didn't catch the slight color on his cheeks beside the fucking blood there.

"are you blushing!" oh fuck him.

"I said this conversation never happened!"

"you're actually blushing because I told you you can fuck me? fold me in a half? drill your cock into m-"

"don't try me!"

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Hot ass fuck

title She’s My Collar

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 6000+

warnings time-skip matsukawa, college au, explicit language, humiliation, asphyxiation (choking), nsfw, voyeurism, you guys fuck on someone else’s bed and there’s a surprise at the end ;), a little degradation and a lot of praising, issei has big dick syndrome, also some things are pretty rough but it’s sweet nonetheless (:

tags to block tw/choking, tw/degrading, tw/gettingcaught

author’s note sort of continuation of not his type <3 just a little rougher, raunchier, and fluffier <3 also no beta cause i’m a real bitch and we don’t do those ! if you see a typo, ignore it because i said so >:(

summary it takes him a couple tries to get you wrapped around his finger, but you know what they say: fifth time’s the charm.

Every time you think that things just couldn’t get worse, they always do.

From when you spilled your drink on the floor today and wasted a good $5 on it, to when you tripped while walking up the stairs in front of this really cute guy while walking through campus, all the way to right now: when you were stuck in a dorm with Matsukawa while waiting for Hanamaki’s arrival.

You were supposed to be meeting up with the strawberry blond and working on some homework with your regular group. Regrettably, you knew that would include Matsukawa, and while the time in his car was one you’d never forget, you refused to do anything close to allowing the other three about what was going on.

Sleeping with him for the first time was something that was more than awkward— you could probably call it a mistake if you really wanted to.

That is, if you make the same mistake at least four more times after that.

He knew how you didn’t really like doggy, how you loved when he smacked you across the cheek, how you hated when he stared at you with that infamous expression that secretly drove you crazy, and he definitely knew you still had a hatred for him you just couldn’t see past.

At least, that’s what you made him think.

At least, that’s what you made him think.

“Just admit it,” he smirks out at you, leaning against the wall to the left of the both of you and tilting his water bottle in your direction, “you want to make out with me so bad right now.”

Matsukawa had a sick obsession with watching you fluster and fume at his words. He couldn’t tell if it was the furrow of your eyebrows, or the narrowing of your eyes, or the attitude in your tone, but something about all of those just made his skin crawl with pure arousal.

He had thought about those nights more often than he’d like to admit to you. Quite frankly, he hadn’t been able to get himself off for the past week without thinking of the faces you made before you unraveled beneath him. This, he discovered, was a problem.

It’s not like everything didn’t go back to normal, and usually Mattsun loves that. He loves being able to sleep with a girl and they don’t make a big deal of it because relatively speaking, it never happens. There’s always some turmoil remaining between the two enough to get him into some shit he really just doesn’t want to deal with.

With you though, it’s different and it pisses him off. He can’t stand the fact that all he’s been thinking about for a while is just how good you feel around him, and how good he feels when he’s simply just around you. And it was really pissing him the fuck off.

“Bite me.” Your words were dry, and with a roll of your eyes you catch the smirk on his face growing wider by the minute.

“I’d be honored to.” Matsukawa takes a sip of his water and you decide that dying at this exact moment knowing what his jaw looks like when he takes a sip is all you needed to be content.

“You’re such an asshole,” you begin, lazily standing up and stretching enough to make his eyes travel down to the slightly exposed skin between the hem of your shirt and your shorts, “I can’t believe I slept with you before.”

You wrinkle your nose in disgust, and Issei decides that he was really in the mood at this exact moment. “Four,” he grins at you with four long fingers up beside his chest, “four different times, babe.”

If he caught the flustered expression along your face, he didn’t comment on it and for that you were forever grateful. The effect he’s had on you lately was completely and utterly annoying, and you really wish you never knew how good he was in bed so that you could go back to normal— go back to genuinely despising him.

“I regret every single one of them.” The smirk on his face only grew as he looked at your bored expression. You knew he could see right through your words, and he knew as well.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow mockingly. “It never sounds like it.”

Your eyes widen, and as soon as a mockingly high pitched moan prepares to slip through his lips, you grab the nearest pillow off of Makki’s bed and throw it at his large frame. You almost miss, but hit him enough to cause the boy to double over in laughter. As if you haven’t suffered enough.

“Listen,” his voice presents itself again, and you see him begin to inch his way closer to you with a face still slightly tinged from laughing, “I’m just messing with ya’, alright?”

His large frame throws itself against Makki’s bed next to you, and your body jiggles a bit with the movement. The proximity would have irritated you beyond compare, but you just couldn’t find it within yourself to hate the feeling of his body heat.

“I love it anyways.”

The word love caught you off guard, eyes widening as you stare at him within seconds of the words slipping through his teeth. He was messing with you, Matsukawa was always messing with you.

“Fuck you.” You groan, eyes rolling as you see him get up from the bed as quick as he fell next to you and stretch his lanky frame a few feet away from you.

You could smell his cologne, already being able to recognize it amongst others and you really fucking hated it. You hated the familiarity you had with it, the musky scent of cleanliness, manliness, and a tinge of cranberries. It was your favorite, and you knew that he could tell with the way you hugged at his body when you were on top a couple times.

You watched him smile widely without the happiness meeting his dull eyes, his body taking a seat at the chair decorated with Takahiro’s t-shirts along the backside of it. “My pleasure.”

Your eyes roll and you realize you’re back at square one. No matter how attractive, how charming, and how smooth he was, he would always be the bitchy asshole you just couldn’t stand.

“Aw come on,” he begins, man spreading across the chair and leaning his body against the back enough to emphasize the large space on his lap. He was beckoning for you with a pat on his thigh, emotionless expression returning back onto his face, “don’t be like that with me now.”

You didn’t answer him. You knew where this would go and just how much you’d probably regret it. He’d get you over there with smart remarks, challenge you in ways you just couldn’t refuse, and end up getting his way with you in a room that doesn’t belong to you or him. And you refused. I’m in control of this situation, you repeat to yourself, I’m in full control.

He tilts his head at you, eyebrows slightly furrowing as he leans his body slightly more up to get a menacing stance. His body was large, taking up the entire chair and making the hairs on your arm subtly stand in excitement. I’m in control, stop it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I don’t feel like doing that.” Matsukawa’s voice was wavering, and you knew that his resolve was cracking. As much as he teased, taunted, and tried to trick you, you knew that he wanted to sleep with you again just as much as you did with him.

“Then don’t, nobody is asking you to.” Your words were slick, your head tilting to mock his actions and stare at him almost innocently. Almost.

He stays quite, his tongue meeting the inner hollows of his cheek and you aren’t sure just how much you can keep this up. Wait for Makki and the others, stay in control.

Your words were no match for Issei, though. Not when his entire body leans back once again and the empty expression finds itself back on his face as it almost always ways. He stares at you, deep enough into your eyes to almost make you silently admit defeat. You wanted him to fuck you again.

“You gonna come over here?” His voice was deep, the dull tone bouncing against the walls as you roll your eyes and dramatically stand up with a huff.

“Uh uh,” his finger waves at you, and you stop in your position of turning towards him, “on your knees..”

You freeze, words slipping through faster than you could stop them.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?”

He wanted you to crawl to him, something you could describe as only demeaning, embarrassing, and just too much work to be doing. So you cross your arms, defiance written boldly in your tone enough to make the man a few feet away from you chuckle condescendingly.

“Don’t be such a bitch,” he begins, and right away you find it really hard to not call him one right back, “I just wanted to try something new.”

You scoff at his suggestion. “Trying something new means that this would be consistent. This,” your finger points frantically between the two of you with a poker face in his direction, “is never going to happen again.”

He notices your tone begin to fade, and he knows that all it takes is another little push. You don’t really want to stop fucking him, and he knows that. He knows that he doesn’t really want it either. Not when you have fully managed to ruin everyone else for him, and especially not when he feels like your pussy was meant for him.

“Oh really?” He questions, the octaves in his voice insinuating that he has a trick up his sleeve.

“Really.” You deadpan, and you watch as his frame gets up from its comfortable position on the chair.

You know he’s annoyed with the fact that he had to get up, and you could tell by the way he’s almost reluctant to take a step closer towards you. You stand your ground though, I refuse to let him win.

“Look who gained some confidence,” he taunts at you, and you realize just how smaller you are than him when his frame towers over you with mischievous eyes, “surprised you became that prissy bitch yet again.”

The words would have bothered you before, but hearing the degradation slip off his tongue while staring at you so menacingly was enough to get your thighs to subconsciously quiver. Yet again, the reminder of just how hot Matsukawa could be paints pictures in your brain.

“And I’m surprised you walked up to me like this,” you turn your frown into a smirk, looking up at him through your eyelashes in a way that you know has him biting on his tongue, “you aren’t as much of a pussy as you used to b—”

The words get trapped in your throat almost literally, his large hand finding it’s way onto the smooth arch of your neck and grip it with enough force to make you literally feel the air slip through your nose. He was getting aggravated, and you could tell. It excited you.

“Now, you’re gonna do me a favor alright?” He asks with the infamous head tilt yet again, and the condescending nature behind his tone brings chills down your spine.

“You’re gonna get down on your knees,” his hands squeeze with a pause,” crawl over to me while I sit in that chair,” another tight squeeze and you could feel the blood circulation beginning to slow down, “and beg me to fuck that pussy of yours.”

With a final squeeze, he released you hard enough to send you bouncing against the foreign bed. You felt wrecked already, gasping for air and trying to hide the arousal slowly taking control of your legs.

Matsukawa was smart— smarter than you’d like to admit. Especially now, finally letting it hit you that he gave you an offer you just couldn’t refuse. So with that, you shamingly lowered your body onto the cold floors of the dorm that wasn’t yours.

Almost slow enough to give him some type of revenge, you maneuvered your way towards the hardwood chair. His eyes never left yours, only to watch the curve of your ass and arch in your back move with every step closer to him.

The silence in the room was deafening. Nothing but the pattering of your knees and hands against the cold floor could be heard until you finally reached between his largely spread out legs. This was the most humiliating thing you had ever experienced in a really long fucking time.

He says nothing though, watching as you get comfortable with the position of resting against the calves of your legs. Your eyes remain on his, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed shut almost as if you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t going to do it. You were not going to beg him.

“Why do you make this so hard?” He asks in an annoyed manner, arms reaching for your hair and softly grasping it enough to control your movements and inch your face all the way closer to his own.

“Just do what I say and we’ll both be happy.”

You want to scoff at his words. You want to tell him to shut the fuck up, get his disgusting hand off of your hair, and tell him words you probably legally shouldn’t even be able to repeat. You really did want to, but you just couldn’t.

Not when the pool between your legs only deepened with every words that came out of his mouth. Not when you were sitting between his legs and smelled the sensational cologne you had found yourself longing to smell throughout the day. And especially not when you saw the curvaceous print of something that made your eyes water.

You just couldn’t refuse him.

“Please.” You mutter in reluctance, and Issei laughs at you in your own face.

“That’s you begging?” He teases, a slightly baby voice with his words making you bite your lip in annoyance.

You open your mouth to say more, but come to a loss for words when he brings your face slower to his and slips his tongue inside. His grip on your hair is rough, lips gnawing at your own with enough hunger to make you believe that if he wasn’t touching you in some type of way, he would have lost his mind.

Your hands reach up to his face clearly, body uncomfortable sitting up to keep up with his own pace until he pulls away from you.

“Get on the bed,” he orders, “don’t make me say it twice.”

You hated it. You hated how fast your body raised itself from the invisible confinement’s the ground and onto Makki’s soft duvet. You hated just how responsive your body was to his commands as much as you tried not to be.

The silence within the four walls was louder than anything else could possibly be, the sound of your heartbeat being drowned out by the sensation of being underneath his gaze. It only took a few seconds, but after kicking his shoes off somewhere within the room, Mattsun’s body rolled on top of yours and laid your body down underneath his own.

His hands clasped onto your wrists as he pinned you below his towering frame. His lips found yours like it was common sense, and the feeling of all of him on you gave your body whiplash. Matsukawa was an enigma, and you wanted nothing more than to figure all of him out the way he did with you.

“Mmm,” you moan out, lips breaking away from his as he hungrily resorts to the bare skin of your neck, “M-Matsukawa..” His name was like the sweet sensation of candy on your tongue, and as much as he hated to hear you call him such a thing, he couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten as the sound of the vowels coming from your mouth.

“We- we can’t.” Your voice was almost soft, the natural raspiness bringing his attention back up from your collarbones and over to your face with his thick eyebrows furrowed.

“We can’t what?” He practically hissed the last word in your direction. You felt the heat rush through your legs even more knowing he was growing agitated with you, and you start to silently question your own sanity.

“We can’t do this.” You repeat, and the faint hint of a smirk makes Mattsun realize maybe you weren’t so far gone.

“And why not?” He teases back, tongue lapping against your jawline and bringing his teeth into the soft tissue with more and more pressure.

You couldn’t think— you could barely keep your own composure when his long fingers started to wander in places it shouldn’t have. You could barely hide the gasp that slipped out when you felt his calloused fingertips softly circle you through your panties.

Nothing in your brain made any sense unless it had to do with the curly haired man in front of you. He had consumed your thoughts, controlled your body, and inhaled every inch of you the minute he allowed a slender finger to slip between your lips and into your embarrassingly wet hole.

You finally came to terms with the fact that Matsukawa had full control over this situation.

He took the second your lips gaped open to stick his tongue in there, saliva slipping off the tip of his own muscle and onto the familiar comfort of the back of your throat. The room suddenly got hotter, your legs suddenly became weaker, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he got his way with you.

“C’mon princess,” he nudged your head with his own, making your shut eyes glance into his brown irises, “let me hear that smart ass mouth.”

The words make you clench around his one finger, and you try your hardest to bite back the moan. It was almost as if he got off to the thought of humbling you, and you got off to the thought of proving him wrong.

“What smart ass mouth?” You bite back, hands rummaging through his messy locks and bringing his warm frame impossibly closer to your own.

His smirk was lethal, eyes half-lidded and holding that careless gleam you grew to admire. “The one that usually has my dick stuffed in it.”

You wanted to hit him at his words, but the minute he punctuated the final word, another finger slipped into your pussy and began to rotate and scissor back and forth within your walls. The feeling was good, in a way you wouldn’t expect since you were more of a clitoris girl.

He watched you intently, eyes never leaving yours as he moved his hands enough to make you squirm underneath him. This, Issei decides, is a memory he will replay until the day he’s six feet under. He could die a happy man.

At least, as long as he finishes getting to fuck you all the way through.

“Stop messin’ around, ‘Sei..” You plead underneath him, and the empty yet satisfied expression on your face was enough to make him hold his body upright and begin to remove your clothes with a painful impatience.

From your shirt, to even your own socks, your clothes were sprawled around Makki’s room much too far away to be able to get dressed quick enough in case you got caught, but the minuscule details didn’t matter to you: fucking the lights out of Issei Matsukawa was all you could coherently think about.

His now naked torso found yours once again, lips hungrily clashing against one another’s with arms legs tangling with nothing but pure desire. Almost as fast as you had started, you felt him claw at your panties over to the side of your thigh.

“Put it in for me, will ya’?” He nearly growls at you, and you find it harder to breathe even though you’d never admit it to him.

Mocking his lazy smirk, you rub your soft hands down his abs and over to the half erect dick sticking up to the left of bare bare stomach. The tip is leaking, and you almost have to restrain your own body from crawling down there and taking up down your throat with one good swallow.

Before he even gets the chance to open his mouth, you press the throbbing tip against the rim of your pussyhole, and slip it all the way in with no warning other than the small giggle replaying over and over again in his ears.

“Shit..” He drags out into your neck, and the vibration makes you clench around him in arousal.

Issei always filled you up faster than you could focus, and if his extremely big dick didn’t knock the air out your lungs, then the grip he loved having on your throat did when he began to rub his palm against the soft flesh with a tight squeeze.

Nothing but pants were able to leave your lips, and you couldn’t tell if it was how his cock already had you feeling dumb or if it was the really tight pressure on your neck. Whatever it was, it was goddamn euphoric.

“‘Atta girl,” he groans, beginning to pump into you harder and deeper with each thrust, “take daddy’s dick the way I know you can..”

His words of praise make you crack out a moan, and you can’t help but press your legs tightly around his waist in order to get some more closeness between your two bodies.

There was something very wrong with the situation you were in, and you were both well aware of that. Number one, you were fucking in Makki’s freshly washed sheets, and god knows Makki washes his clothes enough to make that last. And number two, you both had never fucked missionary.

Sure, he loved sitting you on his lap and pistoning his dick so far up and deep in there, he sees his tip thrust against your stomach. And sure, the view of you throwing your ass back hard enough with an arch he couldn’t help but bite a fist at was one of his guilty pleasures— but missionary was something neither of you had even dared talked about.

And the fact that you had both just absentmindedly agreed to do such a thing would have been a topic of a very much needed conversation, but the sensation pouring through your veins was enough to get you to forget about such a thing.

One particular thrust shoved within your walls far enough to make your eyes roll back, hands clawing up and down Issei’s bare back in pure sensation.

“S-Shit,” words struggle to string together in your head, and you begin to realize why so many people like fucking like this, “do it like you mean it.”

There was that witty sex talk Matsukawa was just so turned on by. He chuckles at your words, and you think he’s gonna snap back at you with something even smoother. But he doesn’t: instead he begins to slam his large cock in and out of you at a speed that made you scream in surprise.

“You’re so needy, daddy.” The word slips through your moans, and Issei’s ears perk up at the familiarity. It was ironic really, how much your pussy gripped him tightly back in each time he pulled out of you yet here you are telling him that he’s the needy one.

“Really, doll?” He smiles down at you, bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he hears the squelching of your begging pussy get ravished underneath him.

Each thrust gets deeper and slower as the both of you don’t notice, and you’re holding eye contact in a way that you never do unless his face is stuffed between your cunt. This was foreign, but then again, so was the idea of fucking Mattsun until now.

“Mm, fuck— yes, yea you are.” Your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at a particular thrust, and you feel him smack the side of your throat in annoyance.

He wants you to look at him, so you do.

You open them, and what you see as you’re being fucked back into reality makes your brain stop working. There he was, the light of Makki’s lamp illuminate the droplets of sweat on his forehead and make his hair stick to his forehead. He’s staring deep into you, each thrust making you feel as if his eye sparkle with it. You could barely think, boobs flowing up and down between your pressed together frames and you realize that you’re the reason his body is so pressed against you.

Matsukawa know’s he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be feeling as if he could cum off your expression alone, and especially not if he was literally fucking you at the same time. His thrusts shouldn’t have become so deep, and his eyes shouldn’t have bored into your bedroom ones. He was getting in too deep, literally and metaphorically, and he just couldn’t find the means to pull himself out.

His hand never leaves your throat, and the feeling of each whimper pulsating through his fingers is enough to make him groan on his own. Your eyes leave his for a second, and he feels his stomach do something really weird. So he reacts before he thinks about what he’s doing.

“What are you looking at?”

His tone is condescending, almost daring you to answer as you turn your irises back onto his. You feel his hand tighten yet again, and his thrusts begin to pick up in pleasure.

“Fuck daddy..” You begin to plead, the strength of his thrusts swallowing you whole and spitting you back out each time.

“You feel so good, baby.” His words are strained, and you nearly lose it at that point. The rope in your stomach only loses its resolve, and you realize that this is the quickest you’ve ever been to feeling like you’re going to cum.

His hand moves from inhabiting your throat to taking its position behind the softness of your neck, and the act of intimacy has you looking over at him with wide, fucked out eyes. Issei ignores it (more like forces himself), eyes staring back deeply into yours in a way that brought chills to your sweaty body.

The once silent room transformed into the sound of nothing but clapping, Matsukawa’s groans, and your pants and pleads for a break, mercy— anything at this point to get a break from his relentless strokes.

“Just let go for me, Y/N.”

His words are strict, lips licking onto the lobe of your left ear as the hand once caressing the back of your neck (somehow) found itself pressing onto your clit. You thought it was too much already, each thrust causing a wet slick to stick to your thighs being enough for you— but never for him. And he made it clear once he started to feverishly flick his long fingers against the pulsating nub enough to nearly numb you from the waist down. It was too much.

And that was clear to Issei, especially when he watches as your body literally let go. The tense feeling within your arms was gone, eyes rolling back and moans becoming pornographically dragged out, and Mattsun wished he recorded this. His thrusts were speeding up even more, his body beginning to chase his own high while you were in the midst of your own.

Your legs begin to tremble against his thighs, and he thinks your twitching frame is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Words could barely slip through your lips, his harsh thrusts in and out of your pussy bringing drool over towards the corner of your lips.

You couldn’t tell if him licking the line of saliva coming out of your mouth and spitting it back into your mouth was attractive or not, but you never got the chance to question it. At least, not when he removes his chest from yours as he takes a particular thrust to your cervix and smacks your pussy enough to hear it against the thrusts.

“ISSEI!” Your throat calls out, and nothing but his messy brown hair and intense eyes staring into your soul is real anymore.

Stars begin to form within your vision, and you cum. Hard.

He stops for a while, watching the cream cover his cock with more and more inches being pulled out, and he has an idea. So with that, Matsukawa takes one of his long fingers, collects your creamy discharge, and slips it into the confinement’s of his sinning lips. You watch in shock, eyes barely being able to hold itself open after cumming so intensely.

And right when you thought things just couldn’t get worse (re: better), he grips your chin with those same fingers enough to leave a bruise and manually opens your mouth. You release an embarrassingly loud moan when he spits your own cum into your mouth, taking your tongue back into his mouth and sharing the salty sensation between the two of you.

He begins to pump into you again, and it’s much too soon for your poor pussy to handle.

“Fuck princess,” he begins to moan, and you realize just how vocal he’s trying not to be yet it being with you, “this pussy’s made for me.”

The words make you whimper, hands doing the impossible and gripping onto his sweaty cheeks. You’d never done that before, and you can tell he’s caught off guard by the way his strokes lose it’s animalistic pattern. You press your forehead to his, lips finding itself back onto his as you moan loudly into his mouth.

“Cum for me daddy,” you plead, and Issei’s eyes go wide. “Please just fill me up.”

To make it worse, your legs entrap him within your smaller frame yet again and Matsukawa loses it. He gets lost in the sensation of you soaking walls and the feeling of his balls slapping against your skin enough to start to silently whimper.

“C’mon Issei,” the word is dangerous in this moment, never being used to close to one another’s climax and you realize this has become much more than just a mistake, “show me who I belong to.”

You didn’t know what possessed you to say such a thing, but the feeling of his hips stuttering in and out of you for just a second bring you into a state of satisfaction. He gets rougher though, and the overstimulation of your tight walls being relentlessly molded into the shape of his oversized dick yet again brings your teeth to bite at the space of his shoulder in pleasure.

You don’t know if he hisses in pain, or hisses at the sensation of your hand slipping between your bouncing frames and over to the warmth of your throbbing clit.

“You belong to me,” he groans out, “mine.”

With one last thrust and one last silent scream from your throat, you find yourself unwinding beneath him yet again. You also feel him release into your walls, painting you with his white cum enough to make you feel stuffed and leaking with more.

You both panted for air, Mattsun’s body sprawled against yours in aftershock from what just happened. It wasn’t supposed to get so deep. It was supposed to be a simple hate fuck every now and then to satisfy the two of you enough to relax every now and then. It was never supposed to get possessive.

And you figure he’s thinking the same way when he lifts his head up from resting between the valley of your breasts to look over at you. His eyes are back to being blank spaces, bored expression staring deep at you and blinking expectingly.

“So does this mean..” Issei’s words are drowned out when you hear it— the sound of the door clicking open and slamming against the opposite wall.

Almost as fast as it started, the moment ended with Issei scrambling to get off your body and cover you with the white duvet. There stood three of the people you really didn’t want to see— a shocked Hanamaki, a flustered Iwaizumi, and a beaming Oikawa.

No one said a word, eyes frantically searching the room for any and every detail to the events that just happened. They had finally caught you two having sex, and at one of the worst times possible. Your eyes find Mattsun’s for a second, his own looking over at you and a faint blush covering his ears and making you mentally repeat the word cute for whatever reason.

This was it— and you hated to admit it. This was when the dynamic of your relationship had to change, and something had to give. And it was all those three idiots’ fault.

The ringleader, almost as if being able to tell he’s being thought about, closes his gaping mouth and repeats the actions a few more times before raising a finger and pointing back and forth between the two of you.

“Alright, the most important question…” Makki pauses dramatically, and everyone subconsciously holds their breath to think about the possible answers to the unknown question. We just started doing this, or it’s the first time, or it’s not what it looks like even though it definitely is.

“Who the hell is going to be the one to wash my sheets?”

BONUS.

“Makki, you fucking idiot—”

“Mattsun, I can’t believe you’d hide this from me—”

“Guys..” You whimpered out, voice barely there from the noises you were previously making and eyes glaring at everyone in exhaustion.

“Ow, Jesus Iwaizumi, you know you’re heavy handed—”

“Oikawa, what the fuck are you talking about—”

“I’ve never felt this betrayed before in my life—”

“Guys!” You tried again, and you turn to Matsukawa in search of help but only find him arguing along with them like the idiot he is deep down.

“Stop crying like a bitch Makki, I didn’t even hit you that hard—”

“Bullshit, I feel a bump coming—”

“How can I reclaim your trust? I’ll do anything—”

“Shut the fuck up!” You finally get out, and everyone shuts their mouths to turn towards you in awe.

You stood there, blanket barely covering your naked and flustered body sprawled against the softness of the bed and Makki silently thinks about how he isn’t even in that much of a rush to wash those sheets.

“We can talk once this asshole,” you jab a finger at Mattsun’s thick chest, and you realize you might’ve been down for another round if the other’s hadn’t walked in, “and I get dressed. For now? Out.”

Your voice was raspy, but the seriousness was easy to read as everyone silently agreed and squeezed their way through the doors one by one. Makki was last to go, but you watched as he looked to be contemplating something before shutting the door.

“Not to be that guy, but next time,” he begins, head peaking through the door enough to see the playful grin that practically lived on his face as he stared over at the two of you in awe, “at least invite me if you’re gonna do it on my bed.”

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REQUEST Any chance you’d please write a Bakugou x reader where they are in a secret relationship and he needs to vent but she’s having a shower so he walks THROUGH THE GIRLS BATHROOM and all the girls follow him like wtf is he doing, and they just watch as he just starts having a conversation with the reader, hands her her towel, her face stuff, just helping her get ready while absolutely ranting about complete bullshit and to calm him she just kissed him and they are like 🤭 (last years, of age ofc)

Title: Definitely What It Looks Like

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Explicit Language

Not even Mina, an avid member of the Bakusquad, suspected that Bakugou of all people would follow you around like a lost-puppy and a clear pout drawn on his skin. Not during their first year at UA, and definitely not now in their third.

Yet somehow, the pink girl, Asui, Hagakure, Uraraka, Jirou, and Momo found themselves crammed in utter silence and confusion into the small bathroom entrance before the showers where a pouty Bakugou stood with you while you showered.

Sure, Mina always suspected there was some form of secret friendship going on between the two of you. Yet the minute she watched the blond boy shuffle into the girls bathroom was a sight she couldn’t just ignore. Thus resulting in her gathering all the other girls and listening in on the conversation in nothing but shock.

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Hi!!! Could I please get an imagine with ushijima and his gf at the start of his relationship, he’s really gentle with her cause he’s scared of hurting her but one night she’s drunk at a party and starts whispering in his ear that she really wants him to be dominant and rough with her?? Size kink would be super nice as well xxxxx AHHHH IM SO NASTYY ( @onionhoesayhoe​ )

hello i am in love with your ushijima hc’s they’re so good and they fit him so well thank you. can I request headcanon’s for when ushijima discovered his daddy kink? have a lovely day! ( @gaydependingontheday​ )

I’m gonna combine these two asks!!!!!!!!! Thank you for asking!! I HOPE THIS IS OKAY Requests are open!!!

WARNINGS: smexy times, daddy ushiwaka, drunk reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER (NSFW) 

Headcanons:

to be honest, I don’t think he’d discover it all on his own

let’s be real here kids, he probably didn’t know wtf a daddy kink was, let alone a kink in general–he probably only knows what he does and doesn’t like LMAOOOO

I’m combining two asks here so please bear with me BUT in my Humble Opinion, I don’t think that Ushijima would even dare to go all out with you. He’s strong and he knows it so he probably would go strong enough for it to feel good, but you’ll know he’s holding back because his control is just that good even If it’s wavering

I think reader would have to be the one to flip his switch

Maybe you’ll mention it as an offhanded remark one day to him

“Toshi, d’you know what a daddy kink is?”

OR

“D’you know how much of a daddy you are?” 

you’ll probably have to explain it to him, which is when the fun really starts

“can we try it out?”

NSFW INCOMING I’M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG

call him daddy for the first time while he’s pounding into you and he’ll go feral

barely contained self-control

grunts in your air, harsh bites on your skin and earlobe

“say it again, baby(girl/boy)”

all I’m saying is, call him daddy and he becomes a different sort of monster altogether

IMAGINE

“Toshi…” You say in a lilting drawl, your cheeks red from the alcohol. You’re drunk and you know it, but at least you’re not wasted. It’s just that right now, at this very moment, you have no filter. You crawl onto his lap to straddle his hips and give him a lazy grin, your eyes hooded as your forehead meets his shoulder. “I want you.”

A large hand settles on your back to rub circles in an idle manner as he acknowledges you with a low hum that you can feel from his chest, a soothing vibration. “And?” 

A low whine leaves your lips and you look up with a pout and pleading eyes, tugging at his shirt in a needy manner. “Please…” Your hand drops under his shirt to trace his chest, your hips moving in a steady manner against his clothed crotch. A low groan escapes your lips; you need more of this. Of him. Of his heat, his touch. You need more friction and he’s not giving it to you. 

“[Name],” he begins, his large hands finding purchase on your grinding hips to hold them in place. “We’re at a party.” 

“But, Toshi…” You whine, trying to resist his grip. Against his strength, it’s no use, but you try anyway. For a brief moment, his grip loosens and you give his crotch a hard grind before he hastily tightens his grip again, fighting back a grunt. “I’m–” you lean forward to whisper into his ear “–horny.”

“[Name],” he says again, his tone one of caution, but in your drunken state, you can’t be bothered. Eventually, he has to stand up and lead you away to some room that neither of you care about. He locks the door behind him and turns to you, seemingly undeterred by the growing tent in his pants. “This is not appropriate.”

“So?” You tug at his shirt and he lets you take it off. He looks so good, and in your horny haze you still take time to admire his build. Fuck, he’s hot. You can feel him hardening beneath you; he’ll grumble about how you’ll be tired in concern, but when it comes down to it, he’ll fuck you anyway. “People are probably fucking around in the other rooms anyway,” you drawl as he unclips your bra and slides your shirt over your head. “I want you in me.” 

A growl leaves his lips. When you look up, his eyes are already looking down at you. The heat in them is intense and something coils up in your stomach. If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely is now. And you’re soaked. “Fine.” He says it in a clipped manner, but you both know how eager he is now to fill you up until you can’t think of anything but the feeling of his girth in you and you won’t know any name other than his. 

The next few minutes are a blur of torn clothes and kisses before he throws you onto the bed. He’s above you in nothing but his boxers and you’re beneath him without a single article of clothing on you. A giggle leaves your lips but turns into a low moan as he pushes a long, thick finger into you. 

“You’re so wet.” Is the only thing he says as he marvels quietly at how easily his finger moves in and out of you at a rhythmic pace, as if you’re not a hot mess beneath him. He looks up and his eyes narrow at your expression.

He slips in another finger. A louder moan from you cuts through the air and your back arches off the bed as he moves it in scissoring motions and curls them against your walls in a “come hither” manner. 

But it’s not enough.

“Toshi, Toshi please,” you beg, forcing yourself to meet his eyes as his fingers continue their rhythmic pace. He’s already looking at you, and the fire in his gaze is enough to send you reeling even though he’s not even in you yet. 

“But–”

“I don’t care!” You whine, reaching your hands down to close around Ushijima’s wrist. “Please, Toshi, I want you in me. Please, daddy, just fuck me already.”

Something in him snaps at the mention of the word and a low growl leaves his lips. His boxers are off in a moment and he’s in you the next and it feels so good to be filled by him that a long, animalistic groan leaves your lips. When you look up, he’s hovering over you, and his eyes are dark. 

“Thank you, daddy, thank–” you’re cut off by a moan as he starts to thrust into you, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, though not as hard as you’d like. It hits the right spots, anyway, and so you let loose another cry of pleasure. In, out, in, out. You’re in bliss.

“More,” you finally stutter out, the first coherent word you’ve said in minutes. “More, daddy, more–” another moan and your back arches off the bed. Ushijima’s grip on your hips is painful but the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right places is more overwhelming then anything. 

“Tight,” he breathes against your ear as he fastens his pace, drilling into you. 

More, more, more.

It’s not enough. He’s holding back because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you, you know; it’s in the occasional softer thrusts and the way he holds you close as if you might break, but tonight, you want him to ravage you. A swell of love reaches your chest because you know how hard this is for him to keep his self-control in check, but you want more and he’s going to give that to you.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you whisper. His thrusts slow for a split second before he meets your gaze; permission, reaffirmation. 

Are you sure?

You only tighten around him in response. 

For a moment, his pace continues. 

And then he speeds up. 

Moans leave your lips as he sets an unforgiving pace. Slowly, you feel his self control come undone in the way his every thrust goes deeper and deeper and harder and harder. It feels so good to be filled to the brim like this and you’re no longer able to form coherent words. 

“You…” Ushijima grunts. He pulls out of you to flip you around and before you can whine at the loss of the feeling of him in you, he slams into you and fills you anew as he yanks you back by your hair until your back is against his chest. “Feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His voice is gruff and low and you let loose another moan in response.  His hand lands on your ass to give you a rough smack and he lets you go, letting your body fall onto the bed as he holds your hips in a death grip to pound into you. You can hear the bed smacking against the wall, but the feeling of his cock hitting you where it feels so good distracts you from anything else. 

Ushijima flips you until you’re laying on your side and your leg is on his shoulder, burying himself in you to the hilt. A knot starts to build in your stomach and you let loose a loud cry. “Daddy, I’m close.” 

“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” His words come out as a low growl and he spanks you again, still pounding into you and burying himself in you again and again and again at a mind-numbing pace. The smell of sweat fills the room along with the sound of your moans and cries and his grunts and the lewd sound of skin against skin. “Come for me, baby girl.” It’s a low growl, a rumble of thunder, and as he pounds into you again and again, hitting your womb like it’s nothing, your world goes white. 

“Daddy–” you choke out between moans as the knot loosens, but still he does not falter in his pace. 

“What’s my name?” His voice is harsh and raspy, desire in his undertone. 

“Toshi–”

He pounds harder. “My name, baby girl.”

“Wakatoshi!” 

“Good girl.”

But his pace doesn’t stop. He keeps drilling in and out of you and, when he meets your hazy gaze, a smirk curls at his lips as he brings you into the missionary position, his thrusts slowing as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You wanted this, slut,” he drawls. He’s never called you that before and it sends a tingle down your stomach. “And I haven’t come just yet.”

He rises, pulling almost all the way out before harshly slamming back in. A cry leaves your lips. His voice is like thunder. 

“The night is still young.”

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BSBDIBIU I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY IDUCBUB 

I didn’t proofread this oops

My favorite boy 💜

✦ Amajiki Tamaki ✦「 Quirk: Manifest 」