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Hii! I Saw That Your Requests Are Open So Can You Perhaps Write About Bokuto Having A Crush On The Chubby

hii! i saw that your requests are open so can you perhaps write about bokuto having a crush on the chubby manager of the team and it's like a beach day for the whole team to relax! i love the way you write for chubby readers ^_^ (you can ignore this if you'd like!)

Hii! I Saw That Your Requests Are Open So Can You Perhaps Write About Bokuto Having A Crush On The Chubby

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇

・❥・pairing: bokuto koutaro x chubby reader

・❥・fandom: haikyuu

・❥・warnings: fluff, obvious bokuto, supportive teammates

synopsis: a beach day with the team, bokuto is a little obvious to you and the team decided to take the matter in their own hands.

Hii! I Saw That Your Requests Are Open So Can You Perhaps Write About Bokuto Having A Crush On The Chubby

It was the perfect weather to be at the beach. The sun's rays was warm as if it was gently kissing someone. Waves are calm and the sparkling water were pleasant in the eyes. The grainy texture of the sand was nice.

The whole volleyball club and you were enjoying the perfect weather.

Komi and Sarukui were already waddling in the waters. Wataru, Anahori and Washio were playing beach volleyball against Konoha, Akaashi and Bokuto. It was a lively activity to do in the beach. Bokuto perfectly spiked the ball by Akaashi's set. You can't help but to let a small woah.

"Nice spike!"

"Nice kill!"

Kaori and Yukie cheered. You smiled at the interaction while preparing the plates and taking turns into cooking the meat in the grill.

Bokuto was waiting for your voice to cheer him on from the amazing spike but only he heard Kaori and Yukie's voice. Bokuto let out a small pout. His hair was already deflating. Funny how his mood swings change dramatically without you. His golden owl-like eyes was scanning the spot where the team had chosen. You were focused on preparing things that's why you didn't cheer him up.

"Akaashi. (Y/N) didn't cheered for me." His tone sad and he's slouching. Akaashi sighed at his captain's attitude. Bokuto's demeanor won't change no matter where the place is.

"Bokuto-san, (Y/N)-san is busy. She won't notice you until we are finished and I'm sure she had seen you." Akaashi assured but Bokuto's eye was was fixated on you. Never leaving your soft form.

The team had noticed the way Bokuto's stare at you. They just sighed. Everytime you were unintentionally ignoring or even leaving your attention to Bokuto, their captain would turn to his emo mode. Their captain and his crush on you.

"(Y/N)-senpai is really cute!" Anahori exclaimed. Following his captain's stare at you. The excited first year complimented you earning a glare from a Bokuto. Anahori just ignored his captain and just simped at you in the distance.

Putting the cooked meat in the plate. You nudged Kaori. Signalling that it was all done. Finishing her tasks. She called Yukie who was already munching on a bag of chips to call the boys.

An arm swung around you. Konoha and you were kind of bros and it was the habit of him to put his arms around you.

The boys are happily scarfing the food like it's no one's business with Konoha besides you.

Akaashi passed you a cup of juice and you let out a audible thanks. You turned around to see if Coach Yamiji was eating but he just waved that he's done and you just nodded. Of course, Coach Yamiji was the nicest person you have ever met.

"Bo, you want more?" You asked the ace as you present him a plate full of food. Bokuto happily nodded and you can hear him say "feed me" in a mumble.

Bokuto literally had no shame in asking you things like that but confessing to you is way more difficult than that.

You raised your brow at him and gladly feed him. "Bo, say ahhh~" Bokuto was more than excited to be fed by you. Picking up the chunk of meat by your chopsticks and lifting up to his face. Bokuto gave a quick grin before opening his mouth. His lips wrapping around the chopsticks as he  gave you a grin.

His teammates just face palmed. He was melting in front of you and giving you his puppy eyes. What a baby. They can't believe they have one of a kind captain.

You stared at the sea. You were contemplating if you should swim right now. Clad in your tight white shirt and black shorts. Fuck. You should've have gone with a oversized shirt. The clothing was exposing too much of your fat but nonetheless it's now or never and the team hadn't said anything so why not.

Stepping to the water it was a bit cold but you managed. The others were already swimming and passing ball at the water.

You were waist deep in the water when suddenly Bokuto pops out. You let out a squeal. Instantly splashing water at him.

"Woah, woah baby owl. It's just me." Bokuto said. Rubbing his eyes. Halting your movements, oh, it was just Bokuto.

"Bo, it's just you.You scared me!" You huff. A little bit guilty. Sheesh. Bokuto and his antics.

Bokuto suddenly picks you up. You were shocked at his actions. He was getting bolder at you. "Bo. Put me down. I'm heavy." Panic settling at your face. You tried to push him but he won't budge.

"You're not heavy. Wrap me with your thighs baby owl." And you did. His hands gripping the doughy flesh in your thighs.

His golden eyes focused on you. Soft body wrapped around him. Bokuto relished in the feel of your body. His one hand on your butt and the other on your side. Squishing the rolls in your side.

"You're really beautiful baby owl."

You snorted at his statement but you were speechless. You in his strong grip. Holding his toned biceps. You stared at him. Lost in his eyes. Your sight darted at his hair. White-grey hair with black streaks that was still spiky even from being submerged in the water. Your hand gripped his hair absentmindedly.

His hold tightened in the areas holding you. Bokuto let out a small growl. Your touch making him wild. Shit. He really wants to kiss you right now and he did.

Lips pressed against your soft lips. Breaking the kiss, Bokuto studied your reaction. Your eyes wide at his actions and you were kind of frozen. Bokuto kissed you again. The taste of your lips he can't get enough. He was finally had done it. He was addicted.

Realizing that he was kissing you. You kissed back with much more passion. Shit. His lips perfectly molding in yours. His hand was in the back of your head. He was getting more brash in the kiss. You were sure your lips were gonna get bruised but you just let him.

Pulling away from the lack of air. Both of your gazes fixated on each other not until a loud whistle interrupted the staring contest of you two. Bokuto glared at the direction where Akaashi and the others are.

"Way to go Ace!"

"Finally!"

"Damn. Lucky bastard."

A few hollers and cheers was heard but Bokuto paid them no mind. He buries himself in your neck. Nipping the soft flesh. He's a little riled up from earlier and burying on to you was a way to calm him down. You just let him. Rubbing his back soothingly.

The team can only stare at you two. Finally their ace had finally the guts to confessed to you. It was gonna be a bit easier to deal with their captain but it was kind of annoying that their captain got a cute girlfriend like you.

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YOU FEEL BETTER?

YOU FEEL BETTER?

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

YOU FEEL BETTER?

genre: smut (with a wee bit of angst for plot)

warnings: penetration, mirror sex, cheating (not mattsun), size kink, choking, use of good girl, slight dumbification, female reader, stretch marks reader, body image difficulties mentioned

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YOU FEEL BETTER?

You never thought you’d see the day Oikawa cheats on you. In front of hundreds, maybe even thousands of people, but he got what he finally wanted for himself and his team for years.

You worked a ton, trying to care for your hospitalized father. You got the tickets to the National game with whatever leftover money you had and a little help from the rest of the team. You were there at all the gatherings, get-togethers; anything you could to make up for your lack of presence at games, but they were so expensive and you’ll be damned if you ask the team for money to pitch in frequently.

Needless to say, you appeared as the captains girlfriend, close to being fiancé. You’d been right there since the first team sleepovers, right by his side the whole time. Now he was getting the well deserved credit as captain he deserved from his team, his fans, and you.

You were his own little surprise for nationals. You planned a dinner with everyone there but Oikawa, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Iwaizumi pitched in the most, his excuse being he just had money to spare (even though you know he’s like a big brother and would take care of you until the end of time), but you thanked everyone graciously.

To scale back a bit, you grew up with Mattsun and Makki. They where inseparable, and once you got attached to Mattsun, Makki was the last of the package. Matsukawa had no boundaries at all. Coming in while you were obviously changing in the bathroom, body slamming you on the bed, when you were on facetime with someone he’d come in the camera and join the conversation—there’s nothing you haven’t seen him do and there’s nothing he hasn’t seen you do—including sexually. You walked in once on him jerking off, he continued and asked if you could turn the light off. On the other hand, after an argument you have a promise to always say ‘I love you,’ and he puts you on the inner side of the sidewalk.

Later, his friends eventually became yours. Whenever you were mad at Tooru, a group sleepover was planned. Whenever Makki couldn’t come, Mattsun was fine with it being just you two, he didn’t mind. Any issues you had that were too overwhelming to handle alone, you went to Mattsun for.

The guy in a constant manspread with a caprisun always in hand somehow seemed to know what to do; you trust him with your life. Every breakup, he was there for you, and you made it your job to reciprocate.

You have a different type of trust with Tooru though. No boundaries were overstepped with Mattsun once you set them as well. Therefore, your relationship thrived with the brunette for years. There were always Mattsun’s snarky comments that he said just to piss Oikawa off, but everyone giggled and thought nothing of it while he pouted.

Okay so, Oikawa was basically famous. He had off-putting fangirls that usually backed off once you were in the picture, but there were some that didn’t. You accepted this fact since he was the one that came home to you in the end, and because Makki made *secret* gagging noises whenever they yelled for Tooru from the stands.

You dealt with them all the way up until today. The day where on the last deuce point, the ball fell on the opposite side of the court, just on the line. Roars from the crowd sounded, the team banner was waved even higher, and the chants turned into screams. On the court, the guys were in pure joy, hugging and bellowing in relief—they had made it.

This was the part where you’d come in! You hopped over the stands with flowers and more. As expected, he was a flowers man, and once you found out you sat them on your apartment table for whenever he came over. You move hastily through the throng of people crowding the court until you find your extremely sweaty friends. They were ecstatic and could probably cry any second.

“You guys were amazinggg!” You dragged out. Iwa found you happily, sweeping you off your feet with a bear hug. Kindaichi and Makki joined, leading to a group team hug with the players who weren’t talking to their thrilled parents. They finally put you back down.

You pull down your riding up mid-thigh length dress, “Okay, I’ll find Oikawa. I have a surprise for you guys too!” You give a gleeful smile and wave, then turn around to start your journey.

Except it ends a lot quicker than you thought it would.

Almost immediately you find him laughing with another. He wins the game of his dreams and decides some random over you. Who even was she? She calms him down by placing her hands on his biceps, then going on her tip-toes to kiss him. His hands meet at her waist with a smile, clearly no problem that he’s detecting. It definitely wasn’t the first time.

People casually walk past the space that separates you and him when your heart drops to your feet. The presents you were so eager to give him for his accomplishment droop to your sides, you can’t do anything but stand in astonishment. You were livid and overwhelmed.

The voices behind you of the team halted. You assumed they saw what you saw, and when you turned around and looked at the rest of them, their jaws were dropped just as yours. Some look at you in sympathy, other’s gazes like Iwaizumi and even Kyōtani had nothing but pure anger leaking through them, and the ones left deadpanned Oikawa; just waiting for him to look up. They loved you just as much as Oikawa did—or so you thought.

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to throw his promise necklace around your neck at him after you rip it off. You wanted to throw the flowers you got him at his feet and stomp on them.

But you couldn’t. This was also the rest of the team’s big day, and you didn’t want to make a scene. You turn back around. Hundreds of people are around you in the stadium as you stand shaking at what you’re looking at. Did all of them see it? You shrink in your spot. The kiss was interrupted by Iwa taking his arm harshly and dragging him to a nearby door, but not before he got a good look at your face. His brown hair fell over fearful eyes of regret.

This would be the last look. Tears rolled down your face when you think about what you sacrificed to get here. For how long? Did she know about you? Did you kiss the same mouth that may have had her lipstick on it at some point? You were sensitive, not soft. You knew by no chance you’d take him back, and all you could think was ‘fuck him.’

You set down the gifts for the team on the court and take this as your cue to speed-walk away, the call of your name not even making you look back. You wipe your tears as you exit and pick up the pace. You knew you were anything but, though you felt idiotic thinking back on all this, his own tardiness excuses being clear. With that thought, insecurities you didn’t even know you had came pouring in.

He was Tooru fucking Oikawa. Who were you? Some girl he put a title on making minimum wage? You turn the corner trying to make it to Mattsun’s car, you rode with him to not raise suspicion. Luckily you had the key, him forcing you to drive back.

She was gorgeous, you can’t lie, beautiful curly blonde hair with glasses—clearly you were never his type. Stretch marks decorated you and you always felt heavy, but he continued to express he didn’t mind when you sat on him. You hear footsteps behind you to ignore. You did not want to deal with this right now. You wanted to break things and cry your heart out doing it.

Quickly they caught up to you, hands turning you around and pulling you close, not saying a word. You saw Mattsun resting his head on yours, breathing heavy from running after the game of his life. Thus, you give in. You’ll apologize for that later too.

He refused to let you go. The 9 o’clock night settles in, bringing an ambiance of comfortable silence after what just happened. You cry softly into his uniform as he holds you tight.

He runs his hand in circles down your back, brushing your hair with the other. He foxily reaches in your back pocket for the keys. With a beep, the car door unlocks, and he guides you to the front seat. First he sits down and lowers his seat back, then he pulls you in after so you could position yourself comfortably on top. You never wanted him to let you go. You hug him and enjoy his presence. Honestly, you pray you weren’t hurting him while he gives you time to process.

“I’m sorry. I wish we knew.” He whispers.

Your feet are in the passenger seat since you’re spread over the console where he holds you like a child. Shaking your head against him, you tell him it’s okay. The light from the car goes off, leaving the two of you in the dark completely when he moves a piece of hair out of your face and drags a finger down your nose bridge, knowing it’ll instantly put you to sleep.

“Don’t you still have awards to do?” You sob.

“They can wait.”

You snuggle into him further, you love being like this but he definitely did just win nationals. Surprisingly, you can’t smell the sweat through your sniffles.

“You have to go.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

You peer up at him and he peers down at you. He wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You have to go because I said so.”

After some contemplation he rolls his eyes and chuckles, “fine, yes ma’am. Now get your sweet ass off me since you want me to go so bad.”

You relocate to the passenger seat where he hands you the keys.

“You want me to send someone out here with you?”

Once again you shake your head, he gives you a side smile before closing the door going back in. You turn your phone on for light and fall asleep reminiscing. That was the end. You were no longer in a relationship with Tooru Oikawa.

—————

You’re awoken by pots and pans rattling in the kitchen of what is familiar as Mattsun’s house. He sat you down on the couch while you were asleep, almost knowing you were going to wake up hungry.

“Morning,” he says. It’s 11 pm.

—————

You eat and settle into his room since he insisted to take the couch. He has one of those big propped up mirrors with the colored frame. ‘This does add some vibrance to his room’ you think. Passing by it and the dresser, the thoughts almost instantly reform.

You catch yourself judging your own body again, suddenly finding everything that could be disliked about you. Did you talk too much? Were you overwhelming? You’re realizing how unhealthy it is to think about what could have made him cheat on you rather than the fact that he cheated, but you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side for a better angle of your thigh marks, an obvious frown forming on your face. Matsukawa happens to walk in and spots you, a different frown of his own making its way.

“Stop.”

You fix yourself, “You don’t even know what I was thinking about.”

He scoffs, “like hell I don’t. He’s a dipshit for even thinking of doing something like that to someone like you.”

You turn your head to him in question, “Someone like me?”

He walks past and bluntly stares you up and down in front of the mirror. “Usually girls with stretch marks have good pussy. You get it from your mom, she’s hot too.” He smirks.

“Mattsun!” You shove him over. How is it he could be so vulgar in times like this?!

He throws his hands up in defense, then pops the last of the snicker he was holding in his mouth. He walks back over, behind you in the mirror, and trails a finger over your marks. You cringe and watch in the reflection.

“They’re your accessory.”

“Whatever.” You reply. He uses two fingers to guide you to turn a little, taking a closer look.

“All it does is show that your body growth couldn’t fit into your skin. Personally, I like something to grab on.”

You hide your smile, slowly starting to believe him. He looks around to the other side, finding matching ones to compliment.

“But that’s personally, meaning that’s just you. Not everyone likes them.” You retaliate. He stops in his tracks and looks at you from the side.

He twists you straight by your hips, correctly towards the mirror. You see him directly behind you to watch. His hands reach up to your neck, impressively undo the clasp, then leisurely peel off the ring necklace from your chest. Once you register yourself without the trademark promise jewelry in the glass, you look back at his eyes in examination. You find a smug yet serious expression, and he drops the necklace plainly to the floor.

“You don’t need everyone.”

He looks in your eyes. You slowly nod. He was entrancing when stern, no other words needed to be said for you to listen, even when heavy-hearted. He directed your eye back into the mirror with the slight push of your jaw.

“You see this body right here? It’s not for everyone.” He lowers his tone. His hands situate back on your hips, rubbing them loosely while he dictates.

“Some can handle it, some can’t.”

You look at him through the mirror to listen closely. You clear your throat to gather up the voice for your question, the discarded necklace already forgotten.

“Can you?” You inquire softly.

He slowly lowers himself down to your ear.

“Wanna find out?”

You scan his eyes for jokes. Your 3-4 year relationship went down the drain, but you realize the one you needed most held up. You can’t think of a time he wasn’t there for you. While your ‘boyfriend’ was trying to keep his reputation alive, you were trying to keep someone close to you the same. Oikawa was just overly charismatic by nature.

There was a reason you went to Mattsun first for everything and he knew it. To keep your relationship alive (that you swore up and down you were happy in), he dismissed it. But now as he was staring into your eyes, the urge to kiss you has never been higher—especially since you just gave him the go.

So why not accept the invitation?

He unites your lips. You immediately return the gesture, slotting together slowly, deep and somehow loving. Twisting around, you wrap your arms around his neck.

You’ve never kissed him before, but damn you wish you had. He tastes like chocolate and his large hands feel so good roaming your body. The ongoing kiss was almost necessary, the pent up emotion the both of you had seeping through it. He groans when you suck his tongue and you make it your job to pull it out of him again. He easily gets you off the ground by reaching both hands behind your thighs and tapping. Following directions, you jump and giggle.

He smiles into the kiss and catches you, no struggle. He can, in fact, handle your body.

You move your falling hair out of the way and return to your previous position. You can definitely get used to making out with him. Walking over to the bed, he lowers you down. He casually hovers over you while you embrace each other, making you more desperate, back arching up to reach him. He caresses one of the legs wrapped around his waist when he pulls back to ask a final question.

“You want this?”

You tease him a bit, ignoring what he was actually asking concerning your past relationship.

“Do you want me?”

Without reluctancy, he breathes out, “I need you. Really fucking bad. But that wasn’t my question.”

You’re shocked at the sudden tone, declaring yet desperate. You start to rethink your relationship. Have you been blind this whole time?

“Yes, I do want it.”

“Want what? It, or me?” He wasn’t letting it slide.

“…I want you.”

He smiles and holds your chin delicately, fulfilling your needs with another kiss.

“Good girl.”

You grin giddily and push him over to his back, straddling his hips. His lips feel ten times better on yours, somehow overriding your past boyfriend’s in an indescribable way. Your nicely manicured hands never find a stopping point as they run down his chest. His sweats have much to hide, though they obviously aren’t doing their job well.

Mattsun has walked around with his print clearly showing all the time. You’re not sure if he discontinued this habit since you were coming over less (due to your dramatic ex’s discomfort), and you didn’t care then, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the way the fabric outlined the entirety of him perfectly.

You knew he was big. You’ve seen him, but never completely hard. You almost laugh out loud awkwardly when you realize whenever someone said he had ‘big dick energy,’ they could only guess. Now as you were feeling curiously past the drawstring, he only sat motionless to watch your enlarging eyes and outwardly laugh at you once your fingers drag from the base to the tip under your own body. It was almost inviting and bigger than anything you’ve ever felt.

“Will it fit?…” You think. What you didn’t know was that you actually said it.

“Sorry, what was that?”

You redirect your gaze back to his face. He wears a shit-eating grin and has his hand that was on your hip by his ear, tilted to you in fake question. You swallow, and shyly ask again.

“Trust me princess, we’ll make it fit.” He hums.

The comforting feeling of him comes back when his charming hands roll your dress up. Now it was obvious he was looking at you through the mirror positioned at the foot of his bed, because he was fixated on the view of the pretty lace you wore curving over your ass. Technically it was part of Oikawa’s gift, but it’s being put to good use.

“You like it?” You move your hair out of the way and sway a bit, before slowly stepping to your knees in front of the bed.

“Can it be my wallpaper?”

You whole heartedly laugh. Sex with him is somehow fun rather than awkward, taking into consideration you’ve known him since you were a kid.

Looking up into his eyes you observe pure longing radiating his body. Reaching his lower abdomen as he leaned back was easy, like how easy it was to take him out. You found his length quickly and took it into both hands to lick a stripe from the middle to his tip. You sucked hard, seemingly kissing the top, then his hand found your hair to immediately push you downward towards your own fingers. You choked due to his actions.

“Can you take it all?” He smirks down at you. He was almost belittling you, the taunting giving nothing but encouragement. You nod with your head still almost at the base, mouth more than full, forcing yourself deeper with your tongue out to not neglect his balls. You sputter again as saliva leaks from your lips, barely reaching the bottom. He curls his hips upwards to negate all restrictions you had.

“Fuck…that’s it, open up just a little more for me.” You literally couldn’t go any farther with your nose deep in his skin. Once he holds you for a while, he bobs your head up and down for you, your jaw slack. You tried your best not to gag.

You can’t resist touching yourself with your panties to the side. His head thrown back is enough to fuel your arousal.

Throating him, your eyes are naturally closed, but you have to get in the habit of opening them. He loves seeing your pretty orbs and lashes glaze over with tears once his dick is too much for you. How he almost cums on the spot because no other woman has taken him this deep. The up and down motions of your head in his lap through the mirror not showing everything, but enough is implied. When he finally lets you up to breath ‘cause you tapped out, but a lopsided smile still decorates your face after your throat flexed beautifully around the shaft. You can barely speak, but you’ll still happily stick your tongue out so he can slap his head teasingly on it, smiling down at you. You stretch yourself with his size in mind, just praying he doesn’t rip you apart. With just the thought you add an extra finger to make three. He didn’t know how nasty you were in bed, he could only imagine, but now he didn’t have to because you were right in front of him doing it all.

The praise keeps you going, joy spreading through your body even in your current position to please him. He suggests you get accustomed to getting sloppy (because it’s the only lube you’re gonna get). You like the word accustomed, meaning it wasn’t gonna be just one time. But what were you? Friends? Friends with benefits? Anyway, he refuses to cum anywhere but on you, especially when you haven’t came yourself yet. Then again, that doesn’t mean you weren’t soaking.

He orders you to your feet where you slip your panties off. He turns you around to your makeup for the occasion ruined, slight tear stains, and your dress being pulled off in the mirror. Then, he gives you choices as he unclasps your bra.

“So, what should we do…you wanna ride me and bounce in the mirror? Or would you rather watch as you get slutted out and bent over?” He offers.

The idea of him alone pounding into you from behind while he forces your glance to the glass thrills you. You request the second, then turn back around and crawl into position on the bed. He smiles to himself at your obedience and follows right behind you.

He pushes in a few fingers to check, shocking you, then once he decides you were stretched, pulls them out.

“Still on birth control?” You nod, he knew from all the times you complained about keeping up with the timing. You braced yourself when his flush tip poked into you from behind, later slowly inching its way inside.

He almost passed out the way you clenched around him. You didn’t have a choice: he was thick and filled you out completely. He was so big. You let your head drop as your muscles tense at the intrusion, he wasn’t even bottomed out yet. You tell him to keep going (since you decided to deal with the penetrating pain all at once), and once he was pressed against you, you regretted that decision. You underestimated it. You needed a few minutes, he was practically reaching your stomach. Some time after unstirring bodies and heavy breaths, you finally suck it up and rock backwards.

Then you do it again. And again. Until it goes from painful, to uncomfortable, to nothing at all.

“You okay?”

You respond with a faint yes. If anything you were more than okay. He started meeting you half way there, and that’s when you finally look up into the mirror. You were on your elbows, face flushed, with Mattsun rolling his hips ever so slowly into you from behind.

It was fucking hot, yet the longing you felt never left. He stops his hips when you get a glimpse of him grabbing his phone from the nightstand. He records his hand on the height of your ass from your arch, and the way your pussy gratefully gripped his length when you pushed yourself back on him. Face down ass up, you had to work for it. You swallowed him whole. Amused, he watched your body contract and expand from the travel of the middle of his dick to the head. How his veins got sucked in by you, like you were molded just for him. You trusted Mattsun so you made sure to moan a little louder.

“I know you love it baby, the way I stuff you.“

“Yes.” You breathe out. He slightly teased you inch by inch of the way, whether it was verbally or physically. Rubbing himself against your entrance, degrading words, anything. It was honestly starting to piss you off. He was completely aware.

“Faster…” He just laughs evilly. He stops recording and throws his phone to the side to run his hands down your body.

“Drop the attitude and ask again, then maybe I’ll consider.”

You roll your eyes, resulting in the slap of your ass. He did start thrusting again though. You hiss, sigh, and ask again.

“Faster, please.” You whine. His face reads completely unbothered when he removes his shirt. He was going agonizingly slow, just to annoy you even more. In his mind, if you weren’t at the point of punching him in the face, then he wasn’t edging you enough. He should feel bad.

He doesn’t.

Fucking into you was nice he thought. The way he entered deep and slow as you groan at the reflection. Savoring your body. But you heard it. The way girls screamed his name when you stayed over. In fact, you were there when he had to get his headboard bolted to the wall. You could barely pay for your apartment along with groceries, so you had no choice but to deal with some that were even louder because you were there to try and scare you away. He’d walk back out like nothing happened, say bye, then proceed to offer you a drink. Little did you know, the entire reasoning behind it was you. No matter how many women he tried to bring in and distract himself with, none held the same effect that you do on him.

You give up trying and continue rocking back onto him yourself. Desperately attempting to reach the spot you needed and knew he could hit. It only angered you worse when he just wouldn’t. Clearly it showed on your face.

“You’re so funny, you know that? I thought I was bad, but the way you’re practically begging for me is hilarious.”

He laughed at you once more and with the sudden singular snap of his hips, you jolt forward.

“Fuck!”

You were caught off guard. He grabs a hold of your waist hard enough to leave marks, then shifts his weight on your back. This gets you further into the bed, enhancing your arch. The thrust that ensues pushes you back and forth with enough force to lead into the next—relentlessly, he drives into you. You can barely breathe. Your eyes go wide in the mirror and you can’t move, the only option is to sit there and take it. You drop to your chest.

“Oh my god-Issei,” You choke out, you can’t really speak with your chin attached to his bed, “P-please you have to-!“

“Wait? Thought this was what you wanted princess? Now that I know you’ll look like this, I’m not sure if I can bring myself to.”

He moved one hand to your hair, exactly what he thought was the perfect handle. He pulled upwards once he wrapped his hands in it to make sure you were watching in the reflection. Furthermore, you are elevated right back up to your elbows.

“You see that? Watch how you get dicked down by your ex’s best friend. In fact, I might send that video to him later.”

You cry out his name again, the image of Oikawa’s face once he opens the notification making you smile. Endlessly, Issei rams into you. His cock splits you open. The recoil is insane, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Just as Issei does, the situation, everything.

Suddenly, he slows his thrusts. With his grip still on your head you look back at him weakly, and he almost came right there. The atmosphere and the room are hot, but he’ll still say the hottest thing here is you. The kiss he gives you is sloppy.

“God you’re sexy. If you look away from the mirror I’ll stop, pretty. See what I see.”

You nod your head. It wasn’t good enough.

“Okay.” You mutter. You watch in the mirror image as he builds up speed again and slams into you, tears pinching at your eyes. He constantly talks to you over the loud slapping of skin. His moans (that were more grunts/groans) couldn’t even be heard. You realize now why those girls were screaming, Mattsun was rough in the best way possible. You thought they were exaggerating until no bounce of your ass against him goes unnoticed, every smirk he gave you wanted to kiss it off his face, and every thrust felt like heaven. The warm feeling came rushing like a train, not even building up. He folds his body over yours to get right in your neck as he hugs you from behind.

“You look so gorgeous for me. My pretty girl.”

He just laughs through the words. You babble to answer as more of these statements pile in. You see now, he was waiting for you this whole time. You hate how blind you were for all those years missed, wasted on someone close to him who wasn’t even good for you. You were a mess and yet here he was. It was kinda scary to you how quickly you were over Oikawa, but once he was the one there comforting you, that was all you needed. Now you could finally be his. His pretty girl.

“No one can fuck you like I can. Move your hand.”

He swatted away your mindless right hand placed on his arm behind you. You’re not sure how you held yourself up or how it got there, but you’ve clearly been on one elbow. You tried your best to keep your eyes open. It was so overwhelming, especially when you were so close to cumming already. You didn’t know whether to cry, pass out, or fight to stay awake.

“Please I-Issei, n-nobody can just please,” You huff out. Quickly, back and forth you go, even though his body stops you from flying backwards. Your ass hits him before you get too far back, then that pushes you forwards, where he pulls you back down to repeat. He lets go of your hair and holds your chin up instead. He makes sure to look directly at you in the reflection.

“Fuck-Who’s my pretty girl?”

“Me Issei.”

Your voice gets higher with each thrust. He grunts, nearing his end as you gradually tighten around him.

“Yeah? Who? Say it.”

“Me. I’m…” He accidentally re-angles himself, hitting a spot you never knew would affect you this badly. He’s pretty sure your eyes actually came inward first before you subconsciously closed them, and his finger pad slid on your wet lip as you drift off into subspace.

“Come back to me baby.” He can’t even bring himself to stop fast enough to edge you. Instead, he takes a hard bite to your shoulder and expertly circles your clit with the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw up. To think he could bring you to this point on your first orgasm was insane. The way he slips in and out of your heat quickly, the white ring wrapping around his dick that only gets bigger, and his balls slapping against your skin feeling so so good.

You come back right on time to see and feel yourself squeeze around him. Everything goes white, you try to scream out his name but it comes out only a whisper and a sob, and you realize he was dead serious. Nobody can fuck you the way he just did. Nobody has. He digs his head into your neck for the long awaited spill into you. He’s thought about it so many times, but making you uncomfortable was not an option, especially with Oikawa in the picture. He thought they were innocent until they became progressive, but he didn’t care. You were his now. He thrusts his hips into you further to make sure you felt full with his eyes to your back, watching you twitch and cream on his thick cock in the mirror.

“Shit, I’m your pretty girl Issei...”

He couldn’t do anything but smile. He loves you.

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2 years ago

Kitten’s Little Flame

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Pairing: BTS Suga/Yoongi (Dragon hybrid) x Reader (Cat hybrid)

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid, Children BTS

Word count: 2.16K

Summary: You (cat hybrid) have transferred to a new elementary school because your parents have moved towns. You start your new kindergarten class and meet other hybrids, but one special one catches your eye, Yoongi, the dragon hybrid. How will you manage this new environment?

A/N: This is my first time writing something, and I wanted to test it out here on tumblr. I thought it was such a cute idea to pair contrasting hybrids. Thank you @ratedtae​ for making this wonderful moodboard!

Parts: I.  II. III.  IV(M).  V (M; Final). Epilogue (M)

The wool fabric of your grey coat was itchy and stuffy, but for what seemed to your mom to be the thousandth time she tells you to stop fussing. Your arms slump to your sides as you come to terms with your mom putting you in a plain, red, A-line dress with your matte black Mary-Jane’s. She insisted that you dress up for your first day of school, despite being a five-year-old who just wants to run around the jungle gym. Well not really considering you were a cat hybrid, you’d rather lay in the sun in comfort and nap. The school year starts in Fall, but with the recent move your parents made, you’re entering a new school in the Winter. 

Your grey ears twitch when your mom attempts to fix your hair one last time before everyone gets in the car. Your dad comes down the stairs stuffing his white button up into his slacks and kisses your mom on the cheek before taking a look at you. He smiles and his eyes are filled with adoration, but all you do is pout at him. He smiles knowing at you but ruffles your hair, messing up what your mom just spent the last five minutes on. He crouches down and comes eye level with you, “Pumpkin, you’re going to love it there! Mom and I already visited the class and your teacher is so nice, so don’t be afraid to ask her anything.” You nod at your dad feeling a bit more reassured and wrap your arms around his neck to squeeze him with bear hug. 

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2 years ago

JHS: Twisted feelings Series Masterlist

 JHS: Twisted Feelings Series Masterlist

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warnings: eventual smut

Genre: idol au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, ft ot7

Tag list: comment to be added!

Updates: 1 chapter a week!

 JHS: Twisted Feelings Series Masterlist

𝙊𝙉𝙀 ⇒ 𝙏𝙒𝙊 ⇒ 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 ⇒ FOUR ⇒ FIVE ⇒ SIX ⇒

SEVEN ⇒ EIGHT ⇒ NINE ⇒ TEN ⇒ ELEVEN ⇒

TWELVE ⇒ THIRTEEN ⇒ FOURTEEN ⇒FIFTEEN ⇒

SIXTEEN ⇒ SEVENTEEN ⇒ EIGHTEEN ⇒

NINETEEN ⇒ TWENTY ⇒ TWENTY ONE


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