#kawata souya smut

[milkywaydrabbles]

Can I request a sencario with #37 (overetimulation) with souya for kinktober?❤️ nothing better than a super sensitive or needy souya.

Can't wait to see how you write him🥹

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A/N: I took my night night meds so I am falling ASLEEP as I write this omg but I think this turned out okay! This was the first time writing for him so I'm not sure if I captured him correctly or if it's wildly OOC. Please let me know how you feel about it! MWUAH (PS I had to go back and read the last chp. because TR wiki wouldn't just tell me what the gd twins did when they were older god)

Overstimulation x Kawata Souya

The twins had hired you months ago, when their ramen shop picked up in popularity and they found themselves needing extra hands around the restaurant to assist with front of house duties. They went through interview after interview, candidates either not fit for the job or those who were too scared of Angry to stay longer than a week. It was frustrating, he was trying--it wasn’t his fault he had a natural scowl. Angry would only try to help the newcomers, giving them helpful tips and tricks on how to do something easier, or learn all the soup bases. Everyone took it as scolding, not willing to look past his demeanor and listen. And then you came along. A bit quiet, but level headed and kind. You’d worked in an izakaya before this, needing something not as aggressive--your temperament couldn’t handle the drunks for long periods of time.

Nahoya liked you immediately, glancing over to his twin who said nothing a majority of the interview and just stared. He couldn’t help but snicker once you left, rustling his hair while he earned a glare from the younger twin. You were eager, starting off strong but noticing you needed some help with memorizing all the bases. Souya had hoped his brother would take over and just help you instead, he wasn’t ready for another runner. Instead, you had personally asked him for his help, wringing your hands together as you nervously waited for his response. He helped as normal, though his angry demeanor was still present it never scared you off. You listened diligently, smiling at him with each trick he had up his sleeve. After you learned your way around the shop easier, the conversations flowed easily between the two. Sure, Nahoya would give his input here and there--but he saw the way his brother would look at you. Really look at you. He’d tease him whenever he knew you weren’t listening and kept on his way. The twins would try to send you home early here and there, give you a break from the long hours of the restaurant, but you’d simply smile and shake your head. “I like it here.” You’d reply, turning over to Souya, eyes softening. “I’d rather be here.” 

He confessed to you a few weeks later, and the rest was history.

Now he had you under him, writhing in pleasure and whimpering his name. The room was filled with pants and the squeaking of the bed underneath you, air heavy with the smell of sex. Souya had filled you up with his cum earlier in the night, but he couldn’t help himself and keep fucking into you. “So-oouya, s’go-ood” You whimpered against the pillows, clawing at the headboard with each hump against you. Angry couldn’t help himself, not when you were working so hard at the shop today. You looked so good, diligent in your work, making sure everything was running so smooth with him today. Nahoya had to take the day off, feeling a bit under the weather. But you made sure everything was kept under control, dealing with all the customers and making sure Souya had help when he needed it. He was practically on you the second you both crossed his door. “A-ah, fuck, you feel so good, angel--fuckfuckfuck, pussy’s so good.” His arms were on either side of you, fucking into you harder, his cum squishing around him oozing on the sides. “Can’t--aah, can’t hold on-fuck” Souya clenched his jaw holding in a whine while he came inside of you again, stilling while he filled up your creamy pussy. He panted, catching his breath before pulling out and fucking into you again. You whined underneath him, already feeling so full of him. 

“Sososo good, honey, pussy so good” He was slurring his words together, fucked out and losing control. Souya was drunk off the feeling of your cunt, whimpering when you clenched around him with the praise. He knew he should stop, he’d already came twice and his cock was becoming sensitive. But he was still rock hard, and the way your ass rippled each time he pummeled into you looked too good for him to stop. The younger twin became noisy when he got like this--nothing else on his mind except his beautiful darling girl underneath him crying and full of his cum. “Feel so good, nngh, such a good baby” He whined, face relaxing enough for his nose to scrunch up and tears prickle at the corners of his eyes--his cock was aching, the feeling of your gooey walls overstimulating him in the best way possible. But he wasn’t done yet. Souya had pressed his chest onto your back, turning you so he could fuck you on his side. A hand snaked in front to rub your clit, fucking you from the back with vigor. You couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips, tightening your core around his dick when he rubbed you like that. “S-Souya, g’na cum again, m’g’na cum.” You repeated, whining when you felt your orgasm come crashing over you. Your legs trembled, but his pace kept up just a brutal. You closed your legs, trying to retreat but Angry just kept fucking into you. “S’too muuuch” You whined, but he never let up. “Ca-haa-can’t stop, honey, feels good.” You knew he was just as overstimulated, you could hear it in his shaky voice, thick with tears and the sniffling behind you. His cum was sticky on your ass and the fronts of his thighs, webbing and sticking on your skin with each pull. It kept you connected to him, pulling apart each time his hips weren’t on yours. “Gonna cum again, oh fuck, gonna cum again.” Thick sob bubbled in his throat as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down, grinding himself deeper into your cunt--you felt his tip kissing at your cervix, and it felt like he was in your throat. 

The two of you stayed connected, and sticky, nothing put panting messes until he swallowed and rubbing circles into your stomach. “Are you..okay?” He murmured, embarrassed. Souya really could never believe you were with someone like him, so it took a lot for him to acknowledge that you were still around after sex. He felt you nod against him, legs still quaking from the strength of your orgasm. “Mhm” you turned in his arms, feeling him slip out with more of his gooey cum oozing out. You hitched your leg onto his hip, uncaring of the mess below you. “Are you?” 

Bashful, his face turned a pretty shade of pink as he nodded in return, scowl slowly returning to his features. “I’ll clean you up, just stay here okay? Have to make sure you’re okay.”

Kawata Souya was a lot of things. But ‘angry’ was never one of them. Not with you.

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[inkykeiji]

all wrongs do me right

characters: kawata souya x fem!reader x kawata nahoya

genre: smut with the tiniest sprinkle of angst

notes: i haven’t been able to get the kawata twins out of my head since the first episode of season three so here’s an icky lil piece about souya jerking off to nahoya fucking his girlfriend! as always please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title credit: taste of you by rezz ft. dove cameron

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, souya is a nasty little virgin, traces of twincest if you can read between the lines, stuffy humping, masturbation, voyeurism aka jerking it to a poor unwitting couple (or are they? muahaha), implied rough sex, slight daddy kink with nahoya

words: 2.5k

Souya feels fucking sick. 

It’s something bitter and thick, something that coats the lining of his stomach and sours the back of his tongue, something that furls into a thick, hard lump and lodges itself in his throat. 

It’s something he can’t fucking help.

Souya has barely spoken more than a handful of words to you—you, always so sweet, so nice, so kind to him; you, always desperately striving to include him in activities and conversations despite his unintentionally sharp edges and inherently callous tone; you, always gracious, never shameless, even in the face of his accidental offense—but he’s stained his stuffies and his sheets to you more times than he can count. 

Tonight will be no different. 

He should feel fucking disgusted in himself, he’s sure—he does feel fucking disgusted in himself, he thinks. But it’s not enough to stop him. 

Nothing ever will be. 

Even though his bedroom is all the way across the expanse of the flat, he can still hear you, every single time. 

He swears if he listens hard enough, he can even hear that precious little gasp, caught somewhere between surprised pleasure and sharp pain, as his twin brother pushes his cock into you for the first time that night. 

If he shuts his eyes tight enough, he can even imagine your back arching off the mattress as Nahoya fills you, each vertebra bending with each inch shoved into you, spine forming a perfect curve, hips inadvertently pushing downward, eager to meet Nahoya’s.

You must look so gorgeous—at least half as gorgeous as you sound, if not even more so. Souya wishes he could see you, just once—he thinks that would be enough to satiate the gnawing and clawing at the bottom of his ribs, maybe. 

Maybe if he had a photo or two, or a short video, he wouldn’t be forced to resort to such deplorable methods every night; maybe he could even jerk off discreetly, stain his bedspread to the thought of you quietly and without any of your help, instead of encroaching on your privacy like this. 

Maybe.

Maybe not.  

Because as much as he wishes it wasn’t, and as much as he tries to trick himself into believing it isn’t, this is a compulsion, an addiction, a creature raging out of his control, growing stronger and stronger with desire, with desperate need, every day. 

Maybe he’s stupid to think it could ever be satisfied with anything less than your cunt. Maybe he’s stupid to think that it could even be satisfied at all, that this voracious, all-consuming craving isn’t eternally greedy, perpetually needy, that it’s hunger isn’t boundless and it’s yearning won’t grow once it gets a single taste of you. 

A loud whine draws him out of his rumination, his cock twitching against his old stuffed shark in response, and he bucks his hips against it twice, smearing a webby streak of precum across the fuzzy material, its fur gone all clumped and crusty from too many nights like these. 

That whine in particular never fails to inspire a full flock of butterflies to flutter in his tummy, a half-stifled whimper of your name heavy on his tongue. 

This is how it always starts; some aimless humping, lazy and languid with no real tempo, briefs already kicked to the foot of his bed in a crumpled little heap, hips squirming and writhing in erratic little motions as he rubs up against his stuffy—just teasing, really, exactly like what Nahoya’s currently doing to you.

It never stays like that for long, though.

Because Souya just can’t fucking wait—too eager, too desperate, too hungry to ever take his time with it at all, to indulge, to savour, to draw it out—and it always materializes into Souya curling a fist around his cock much too early, his other arm wrapped firmly around his stuffed shark as his hips roll and his hand works, the head of his cock grinding against the plushie, a leg thrown haphazardly over it. 

It’s really fucking perverse.

But your moans are already climbing in pitch and frequency, too, meaning Nahoya has already traversed past his tantalizing and is moving on to something a little more satisfying. 

As expected.

By this point, Souya’s such a seasoned pro that he knows the general pattern and rhythm of your whimpers and moans and mewls, the general pace and timing of his brother’s fucking, that he can stroke his cock in the same manner. 

If he focuses hard enough, closes his eyes and hones his concentration, he can almost imagine it’s him fucking you instead. It wouldn’t be all that different, would it? His cock’s half an inch shorter than Nahoya’s, but it’s a little girthier, which Souya thinks probably makes up for it.  

He’s sure it wouldn’t feel all that unusual to you; not when he has Nahoya’s style and pattern of fucking so memorized that he’s sure he could imitate it pretty well, given the chance. How much different could it be, really? They are twins, after all—he bets with a blindfold on, you might not even be able to tell the difference at all.

Maybe. Maybe not. He sure would like to find out, though.  

A stab of guilt sears through his stomach, chased by sick thorns of pleasure sprouting in his gut, the fisting of his cock accelerating. He’s not sure Nahoya would take too kindly to Souya thinking of you in such a manner. He’s not sure he cares. 

Because it all feels so good, head gone cloudy with a thick haze of hedonism, smothering any flickers of remorse, consuming them and adding to the sheer exhilaration of it all.

Pathetic little noises keep leaking through the gaps of his teeth and the seam of his lips no matter how stubbornly he tries to silence them, pulled from his throat with each swift tug of his hand.

He can’t hear much of what Nahoya’s saying to you, his voice too muted to be anything other than an indistinct rumble undertowing your precious little sounds, but whatever it is, you’re eating it up. 

“Please, please, pl-please,” you’re begging in response to whatever his niichan just said, needy and strained, and his cock throbs violently in his palm. 

“Please, please, please,” Souya’s rasping out in tandem, stroking his cock in hard, fast, thorough yanks, in perfect time with the fractured words his brother is fucking out of you. 

It’s really cute, how increasingly sloppy you get the more Nahoya fucks you, twining your words together with threads of saliva, all slurred and messy. Nahoya gets that way when he’s close, too. Souya thinks it’s kind of nice, the way the two of you match like that.

It’s all so insanely hot, and every once in a while Souya gets extra lucky, fortunate enough to capture a smattering of words from his big brother—never anything more than a handful, just tatters of a single sentence—but his stomach swoops every time he hears that assertive amusement dyed with patronization, Nahoya’s voice husky and edges of his letters gone wispy with breathlessness, Souya’s cock pulsing hotly as another rush of blood surges southward. 

“—Wanna be—little fucktoy?”

“I wanna,” you’re gasping out. “I wan’it s’bad!” 

Christ, how can someone be so fucking sweet and so fucking sexy at the same time? It’s an intoxicating combination, one that goes straight to his cock, one that twists a feverish warmth in his gut and pulls his muscles stiff and taut. 

“Yeah, yeah, take it,” Souya mumbles into his stuffed shark, the rocking of his hips speeding up as he hastily fucks his fist, words tapering off into a gravelly whine, almost as if he’s pleading. “Ta-Take m’cock.” 

Nahoya murmurs something else, voice too low for Souya to make out anything other than the notes of sadistic glee steeped in his tone, but you cry out an affirmative in reply, the yelp jostled by Nahoya’s snapping hips. 

“S’good, Daddy, s’good, your cock is so good,” you nearly sob, chanted out like it’s a fucking  prayer, garbled and soaked with spit, fading into an airy little mewl. 

“Fuck, f-fuck,” Souya’s hips stutter, that heat in his belly blazing, curse snarled out through his nostrils in a harsh, stammered breath. “Ha-ah, fuck.”

The expletive breaks on his tongue, jagged and high, and Goddamn it, Goddamn it—

He has to keep it down, for God’s sake—he knows this, knows that, logically, if he can hear you two, then you two can probably hear him, too. 

The thought sends a vile thrill shooting through his gut, palm squeezing the head of his cock, the ball of his thumb rubbing across it in slow, lopsided circles, doing little to stifle his rapidly building orgasm, fervour coiling in his belly. An exceptionally loud grunt—much too loud to be discreet, that’s for sure—pries its way past his lips, rough and ragged and full of razors.  

And God, he’s so gross, he’s so fucking gross, and can you hear him? Huh? Can you hear him? He hopes you can hear him. 

Can you hear him, fucking himself to just the sound of you? Can you hear him, humping away at his old stuffed animals like the dirty little virgin he is, pretending it’s your body, your hip, your thigh? Can you hear him, fragments of your name slicing his tongue, tangling in his drool, never the full thing, shards bitten back and swallowed down to fester in his heart, to feed the animal living inside his ribcage?  

Can Nahoya?

What does Nahoya think? How does Nahoya feel about his baby brother jerking his cock every time his niichan fucks his girlfriend, without fail, like fucking clockwork? Would he be disgusted, or did he get that same sordid gene Souya did—that knack for the naughty, for the nasty, for the downright nauseating? 

They are twins, after all. 

Another spear of guilt pierces his chest, radiating sparks of euphoria through his limbs, wicked little flares that leave his blood fizzing and tummy smoldering, adding to the dull, dense heat collecting in the pit. 

He should feel worse about all of it, he thinks. He should feel worse about the utter disrespect he’s showing to the both of you, but he doesn’t. It’s hard to feel anything at all other than the push and pull, the tug-of war between rhapsody and repulsiveness, one only working to fuel and heighten the other.  

Thick cords of drool are dribbling from the corners of his mouth now, panted out with his hot breath and his whimpered words, rolling along his jaw and dripping, slow and sticky, to puddle in the ridges of his pillowcase. Are you this filthy, too, when Nahoya fucks you? 

You’re getting close now, he can tell, moans catching on Nahoya’s rough, fast thrusts and shattering into choked little gasps.

You’re trying to get his name out, and God, it’s so fucking cute, adorable little Naho-Nahoy-Naho!’s spilling from your throat in a single continuous stream, juddered by his big brother’s plunging hips. 

Would you sound just as pretty trying to get Souya’s name out? 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Nahoya’s panting out, voice still tinged with that trademark teasing tone, almost as if he’s egging you on, a question of if that’s all you got infused into his words.

A threat is uttered, something about hurrying and making a mess on Daddy’s cock, and Souya coughs around the spit pooling beneath his tongue, wheezing out strands of saliva smudged and gauzy across his stuffy. 

Because Christ, you’re so obedient, so keen to please, a chain of jagged affirmations pouring past your lips punctuated with the sweetest sounds of effort, your dedication to his big brother so fucking sexy, your dedication to his big brother rivaling his own.

A growl rumbles behind his ribs, and Souya shoves his face in his stuffy, teeth sinking into the cotton flesh in an attempt to muffle the sound. 

His jaw already hurts from being clenched so tightly, a stiff ache that has settled deep within the straining hinges, something he’ll spend half an hour massaging out tomorrow morning.

But right now it doesn’t matter, not when that ball of heat is roiling in his gut, curling tighter and tighter and tighter with each quick pump of his fist, teetering on the edge of an explosion. 

It’s as though he can’t jerk himself fast enough, hips twitching in quick little motions, sloppy and irregular and so, so fucking eager, into his own grasp, fucking his slippery palm.

His breath stutters as he tries to quiet himself, desperate to hear you cum, harsh erratic exhales huffed out against the synthetic fur of his shark humid against his upper lip, leaving behind tiny beads of condensation. 

A whine splinters in his chest, eyes shut tightly as tears crystalize at the corners, his lungs swelling painfully with stagnated breath while his teeth burrow further into the plush of his stuffed animal, a pitiful attempt to starve off his impending orgasm. 

He doesn’t want to cum before you, not again. 

Drops of sweat are streaming from his brow and catching in his lashes, his curls saturated with salt and clinging in cute little swirls to his temples and the nape of his neck.

You’re so close, moans climbing higher and higher, louder and louder, faster and faster, and only a few more moments now, he only needs to hold out for a few more moments and then—

And then you’re crying out Nahoya’s name, breathless and beautiful, and Souya’s spilling his seed all over his knuckles and his sheets and the soft fur of his stuffy, hot and sticky and so, so much, groaning in time with his brother as he fills your cunt with his cum, Nahoya’s slurred out good, good, y’did s’good for me, baby forcing another weak spurt of cream to cascade over Souya’s fingers, cock jolting painfully. 

He doesn’t stop jerking his cock until it’s too much, until each drag of his fist sends heavy tremors of overstimulation rippling through his flesh, until his thrusts are nothing more than pathetic little ruts, every brush of his cockhead against his stuffed animal causing him to suck a hiss through his teeth. 

It starts to creep over him then, that dense film of shame grimy on his skin, that leaden block of guilt acrid in the pit of his stomach, nausea swelling in his chest and up his throat to sit, biting and bitter, on the back of his tongue. 

It’ll fuse to him as he sleeps, seeping into his tissues, through his blood and his bones to root, to rot, at the very core of his soul, infesting and infecting, every bit of his being. 

And when he sees you tomorrow morning, bright and beautiful despite being stained with his brother’s hands, bruises and bite marks peaking out from beneath Nahoya’s baggy t-shirt, it will reignite, that creature re-awoken, starved for any small piece of you it can devour—a soft smile, a sweet giggle, the brush of fingertips as they pass syrup or the knocking of knees beneath the table. 

And Souya’s not sure he’ll ever be able to tame it.

#kawata souya x reader #kawata souya smut #kawata souya x you #kawata twins smut #souya x reader x nahoya #kawata nahoya x reader #kawata nahoya smut #kawata nahoya x you #kawata twins x reader #kawata brothers x reader #eeeeeeeeeeee genuinely we are so far past brain rot they're eating through my skull

[manjiroscum]

KEY LIME PIE

Character/s: Souya Kawata

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, soft smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, domestic fluff, kitchen sex, characters are 18+, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: this piece is commissioned by bby @sohya 💕 thank you so much for being patient and i hope you like this!

Summary: Moving into a new apartment can be a delicate and fun process.

WC: 3.5K

Toasted bread on paper plates and tiny jars of jams ranging from your favorite variety to his sat on the dining table still covered by protective paper. Disposable wooden cutlery Souya has accumulated whenever you two decided to eat outside was put to use. The plates and everything else supposed to occupy the kitchen were still sealed in their boxes. Yesterday was exhausting, filled with carrying boxes and making sure nothing important was left behind in the old apartment you two used to call home for almost three years. There was no time to start unboxing and the moment you two finished dinner, Souya crashed next to your sleeping form after making sure the front door was locked. His soft snores did little to no damage to your own dead ears, mind, and body too exhausted to care about what surrounded you.

And contrary to some people, hearing your boyfriend snoring was comforting. It was a telltale sign he was right here, beside you, and dreaming away. Not off somewhere where you didn’t know or couldn’t reach. But if you were to be asked who was the clingiest one, you could probably say it is Souya. It was evident in the way he would hold you tight even with his eyes closed or the fact he wanted to do everything with you if there was a second to spare in both of your hectic lives.

Not that you mind, of course. Sleeping until it was close to lunchtime or brushing your teeth together was an ideal bonding time on both of your days off. A piece of heaven in the usual voyage through a stormy sea. These moments gradually increased when the time to move to the new apartment grew closer.

Today, however, was going to be different. No lazying around or doing the stuff you usually do during your cheat day. Or so you planned it to be.

Your goal to get out of bed by seven in the morning to start arranging things and emptying boxes was thwarted when you opened your eyes to the digital clock telling you it was way past nine. Souya was out of bed, though. After you were finished fixing up the bed and grabbing the fallen pillows, you maneuvered your way through the hall littered with unopened boxes to the direction of the kitchen. There he was, toasting bread and cooking eggs for two. Paper plates sat empty on the dining table along with other disposable cutlery and cups. The cute pink apron you normally don was wrapped around him, probably because he couldn’t find the blue one that paired with yours. The box that contained the kitchen items lay opened on the side, a sign of someone going through it was obvious as the other things were gently stacked to the side in search of what your boyfriend needed.

A gasp of surprise that morphed into a hum of delight traveled to your ears when Souya felt your arms wrap around his waist, nuzzling your cheek into his warm back. Both of you stood there in silence, waiting for him to finish while he hoped the eggs would cook faster. His wish was granted and he immediately turned the stove off to spin around, kissing you squarely on the forehead.

“Mornin’, sweetie.”

At the new endearment, you playfully quirked a brow. “Wha—sweetie? What happened to ‘babe’ or ‘baby’?” You expected this, though. Souya’s twin brother was quite an influence and the other was one who listened to whatever Nahoya deemed ‘romantic’. So, it was no surprise that your boyfriend tried out the advice of his brother to give you a new way of calling you since moving into a new place was close to starting a new life.

Not that you minded. It’s quite fun and Souya always tends to fluster, resembling spring melting away snow and giving wake to new blossoms.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, trying to hide his embarrassment by looking away and pretending to be busy with the toast. “Sweetie just sounds… cute?” He failed to see the grin on your face that spelled you not buying his reason and decided to stride towards the table. The tips of his ears were red and obviously growing warm as you continued to smile. “A-anyway, what do you wanna eat for lunch? We can head out and get groceries. Didn’t you say you needed to buy more milk?”

Sitting across his seat, you hummed in agreement while patiently waiting for him to sit down. Breakfast was rarely a time when both of you sat down together and ate. It was either late dinners or a midnight raid to the fridge where you two usually eat together during mind-numbing days.

However, the universe wasn’t that cruel to keep that up forever. Of course, there were going to be grace periods—today was one of those.

“Yeah, we need more of those. Yesterday I had to throw the last box because it was already spoiled,” you answered as you made a grab for the wooden knife to slice the sunny side up. “Also, we have to buy some avocados. Heard they’re gonna be on sale starting today.”

Sunlight flooded into the glass windows that were bare of curtains, letting in the natural light that somehow made Souya’s rosy cheeks glow even more while he laughed at the corny joke you made about avocados. The scent of toasted bread and coffee wafting around in harmony. His laughter mixing with yours in the barely filled place echoed slightly, bringing life into the new apartment, and that simply made your day even better.

“I can’t believe you still laugh at my jokes,” you mumbled, hoping not to burn your tongue with how pipping hot the coffee was. An emotion swirled in those oceanic hues, capturing your gaze and causing your heartbeat to speed up a little. When Souya refused to elaborate, you raised a brow and smiled. “What? I admit my jokes are lame.”

Shaking his head, Souya reached his hand out to touch yours. “And I can’t believe you still think you’re not funny.” Such a statement wouldn’t have you flustered, but when it’s your boyfriend who said so, your cheeks can’t help from mimicking the coffee’s warm temperature. “Your jokes are never lame to me, sweetie.”

Mirthful laughter poured out of your mouth. “Again with the sweetie…” you then mumbled before continuing with your breakfast. Souya squeezed your hand gently. Neither of you two wanted to pull away despite the difficulty of eating with only one hand.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“You done over there?”

Souya peeked into the doorway to find you squatted next to the box containing your things that were supposed to be in the wardrobe until you got sidetracked. New and old photo albums sat on your feet, others scattered to your right. Forgetting his question, you held up the first photo you took with Souya back when he was still courting you and smiled. Blue eyes sparkled at your happy expression, his heart skipped a beat at the giddy giggle that escaped your mouth at the image of you two. The slight awkwardness was bleeding from the photo—the way you and Souya were smiling weakly at the camera together with the meek peace signs. Despite this, the captured memory did not do any justice to what occurred that day.

“Look, baby! We were so young back then, huh?” you gushed, eyes shining at the memory. The photo existed on your phone and you had it printed to place into the album. Other photos of you and Souya together filled every page. It may not be fascinating to the untrained eye, yet to those who knew love in all its forms, there was no denying such an emotion bound you two together. And here you are, facing life in all its ugly and beautiful phases. Even the mediocre days were better spent with one another than being apart.

“You hardly changed in appearance. You’re beautiful,” Souya whispered with a fond smile. His body heat and warm breath drew you near him, wanting to curl up next to him and forget the worries that tomorrow may bring. Such a temptation was poisonous to your goal of making the new apartment cozier. Still, a sigh that is borderline between exhaustion and affection escaped your mouth while you leaned against the palm of his hand that cupped your face. Souya’s gaze softened at the display of vulnerability that was exclusively only for his eyes as was his to you. It should be a crime for you to be so beautiful that you stir his heart despite doing nothing at all.

How did he get so lucky? When did the stars align to point him in the right direction which was in your arms?

Shit, he’s falling in love with you all over again.

“Souya, don’t do this right now…”

But of course, nothing will ever be finished with you both procrastinating or gazing into each other’s eyes like hopeless romantics. You coughed before closing the album, giving your boyfriend a teasing grin. To distance yourself from him would be akin to inviting the death of your heart, yet it had to be done or you were going nowhere. You already made the mistake of wasting time looking through pictures which led Souya to abandon his task of cleaning up the living room when he spotted you.

Souya and you can’t get distracted. Not now, at least.

“I’m only telling you the truth, babe.”

“Really? Is this how you’re gonna keep me preoccupied? You know we’re gonna eat at a late hour again if we keep putting things off. We can both mess around later,” you wiggled your brows playfully to which your boyfriend responded with a laugh and a pinch to your cheek. “Didn’t we agree not to get sidetracked?”

“Yeah, we did.”

“So… why are we standing around here like fools?”

“Because we… can?”

You couldn't help but tease him more. “You don't sound sure. Plus, if we continue this, preparing dinner will be too bothersome. You know how washing dishes in the middle of the night is a pain in the ass.” Nose wrinkled, you got up and set the photo album aside then gestured to the whole room that wasn’t showing much progress. “Some of the stuff here has a layer of dust in them. Especially the cabinets. I have to clean it all up. Can’t have my boyfriend crying about how he was sneezing up a storm all night, you know.”

“Mhm. Such a good girlfriend you are.” Instead of paying attention to your words, Souya deliberately closed the space you created and wrapped his arms around your waist. Those blue smoldering eyes hoping to hypnotize you to leave the chores for him. “I love you, ‘ya know? I’m very happy to have you…” His words were enough to chip through your defenses but the image of a bedroom that appeared as if it was visited by a typhoon broke you out of the spell Souya was casting on you.

Pulling away successfully this time, you laughed at his disappointed expression. Those pouting lips of his are more inviting than ever. Perhaps you have to admit to yourself that your boyfriend was too cute for this world and that his charms can work against you at times. “Nice try, babe. However, flattery can only get you this far. Later, okay? Don’t be sad now.”

The second you walked past him to grab another garbage bag, your boyfriend clicked his tongue. His gaze followed the curve of your body until it disappeared into a corner. Hands on his waist, he softly curses at the state of the apartment and wished he had the inhumane strength to have it all finished before supper. Because more free time meant more fooling around and really, Souya could hardly do that without embarrassing himself by telling Nahoya he wanted a day off. His brother does have his mind on the gutter sometimes. Then again, it was a fleeting wish, and standing around here wouldn’t get things done. Which reminds him…

“Ah fuck, I forgot about the laundry…”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Hurried kisses were exchanged. Scrambling feet had the box full of fragile dishes rattling when your leg bumped it, your mind too preoccupied with the taste of Souya in your mouth to care about them breaking or falling over. What mattered was him and the warmth he was exuding past his fingers that held your hip while the others were weaving through your hair. Both of you drunk on each other’s comforting scent that would immediately lull your aching bodies into a relaxed state. And yet, even with exhaustion creeping up and painting your bones, none of you could ever back away from a night that promises ecstasy.

Dinner ended earlier than expected since both of you decided to order food outside rather than cook. Souya wanted to stay on your good side, after all. The last thing he wanted was for him to spend a cold night on the couch after distracting you earlier. The paper plates used are now in the trash bag along with the disposable cutlery and the empty boxes that contained your meal. A light scent of the Chinese takeout lingered in the tidy space. Water dripping from the faucet came to a halt at the same time your lower back collided with the counter. Your shirt hit the floor as Souya’s hands explored your flesh, erupting goosebumps in every caress. The noise on his throat dying to come out at the touch of your hands. It was no secret that he was pent-up. After all your teasing since this morning, Souya was definitely looking forward to getting you all to himself and not worrying whether the boxes will block the path to the bedroom or the bathroom.

He owes himself a pat on the back for surviving the torture of you bending down in only short shorts, exposing your ass and those thighs he wants to surround himself with. But most of all, just you trying to escape from his grasp was enough to keep him on the edge until dinner ended. He just got to have you.

Souya was indeed a simple man. It takes minimal endeavor to bring him to a state of lust. However, it wasn’t merely lust that adorned those sapphire eyes religiously following your every move. The very moment you finished drying the plates, he wasted no time in coming up behind you, spinning you around, and asking if he can kiss you. It was bold and threw you off. It amazed you that he said it with a straight face that showed obvious signs of embarrassment. He was never reduced to this—blushing and can’t meet your eyes. Normally at this time, he would have initiated your nightly ritual. To dance under the refrigerator light while you hummed his favorite song, content in each other’s arms. He did say he wanted to do the exact same thing in this new apartment.

Surprise coated your face but your answer was instant which led you two here in the kitchen, about to break and undo the cleaning you’ve done just to feel one another on this intimate level.

“Ah…” you moaned at the delicious friction, wanting to feel more of your aching pussy against his hard cock that was still tucked away in his shorts. Nails dug into his shoulders, creating countless crescent moons that the sky could hold. The torment of keeping yourselves away from each other just to finish cleaning up and arranging your things faded away with every kiss and stroke on the skin. “Babe, more… Touch me there, please, please.”

Whether it was the heat of the moment or just Souya unable to restrain himself further, he hoisted you up and had you sit on the counter’s edge. A noise of surprise failed to slip past your mouth when his tongue was on yours again, slipping your underwear down your legs. His lips pressed open-mouthed kisses on your sensitive neck, eager to reach down to your hard nipples that were exposed to the cool air. A whine broke past your attempts to quiet down when his mouth circled around your areola. Souya sucked on your nipple and gently bit on it, delighted at the high-pitched whine you made. The tip of his tongue swirled around the peak, occupying his hands by shedding himself off of his clothes. Dim lights do little to reflect the hunger in his gaze.

“Do ‘ya want me?” he whispered into your ear, relishing the synchrony of your hearts and your warm breath fanning his cheek along with the cute noises you make. Oh god, how did he get so lucky? Perhaps he saved a country in his past life or died a horrible death and now the universe was compensating him. Either way, he doesn’t care about any of that or the details as long as you stay by his side forever. “Tell me, sweetie, do ‘ya want me? Don’t be shy…”

“So fuckin’ much, Souya.” you sobbed at the lack of movement, desiring to have more of him than you could possibly take. To kiss him, feel him, have him spill and stuff you full—to swallow and take every little piece he offers just so you won’t have to miss him like this always. While it may sound selfish due to it being your deepest wish that no one but a shooting star could witness, you wished Souya will stay with you and never find anyone else to love. “Please, please love me…”

You didn't have to say it twice. He let out a shuddering breath upon sheathing his erect cock into your slick folds. Souya’s mind was spinning like a top at the heat, hissing as he slowly entered your tight gummy walls. Your breath hitched, holding onto him as you both descended into a night of endless giving and euphoria that all started as soon as your boyfriend began thrusting.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Good morning, sweetie.” Souya chuckled lightly at the bemused look on your face. “Wake up or you’ll miss your favorite morning show.”

“Mornin’,” you yawned. Sunlight was already flooding into the bedroom that appeared tidier than it initially was yesterday except for the obvious marks on the glass window that served as a reminder of what occurred last night. And that is not all, unfortunately for you. In their own colorful hues, Souya’s stuffed animals and figures were all in a neat row at the corner. Their soulless eyes may be unable to relay what transpired last night, yet they look as if they were judging you from where they were perched.

Your cheeks instantly rose in temperature, pulling the blankets up to hide your bare body as you recounted what happened prior to you passing out on the bed. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, merely gave you a kiss on the head and then got out of bed. Your gaze fell on his back and almost let out an inhumane sound at the red marks littering the expanse of his back. Both of you went too far. However, neither of you regrets it. Groaning into your hands, you begrudgingly crawled out of the comfortable silk sheets to saunter to the kitchen where your boyfriend was picking up the discarded clothing. Dying of embarrassment should be the cause of your death at this point upon laying eyes on your panty lying innocently on the floor like it was an ordinary thing.

The tips of Souya’s ears were blushing red as he picked it up, offering you a weak smile before excusing himself to the laundry room. Composing yourself, you started to make matcha espresso. It was while you were searching for a mug that you discovered one plate already sporting a small crack. Shame ran up your nerves as you immediately disposed of it. Not only did you have sex in the kitchen, but a plate broke in memory of it. It wasn’t like you and Souya didn’t do any of the sort back in the old apartment, you just can’t believe both of you did it so quickly and in every room. But then again, you never broke a plate while he was buttering you up.

“What’s wrong?” Souya asked the second he returned, his brow raised at you. Smiling, you shook your head and went back to making coffee. He then joined you in preparing breakfast, mumbling how he’ll unbox the rest of the boxes later as he took out the key lime pie he bought yesterday from the refrigerator. This was the norm for you both, especially on a Sunday. Wake up, make breakfast and coffee, then watch television. To bask in the white noise. That was how it was back then…

So, why is he suddenly pulling you into his arms, hugging you tight, and rocking you to the left and right. Blinking twice, you glanced up to stare into those adoring blue irises and smiled. He grinned back, quietly muttering his love for you that shall never fade away even if the world will.

#❣️pat.coms #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader smut #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #souya x reader #souya x y/n #souya kawata #tokyo revengers souya #souya smut #kawata souya smut #kawata souya #tw.unprotected sex #cw.fluff

[rickys-crypt]

"just the tip."

t. mitsuya, s. kawata, t. shiba

Inspired by this post by @slttygeto.

18+ content ahead, Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings : 'just the tip' excuse, bottom!reader, hinted established relationship w Mitsuya, Mitsuya is kind but also incredibly horny, casual sex, secret pervert Angry, Taiju is a bully, Taiju has a horsecock, (barley) implied friends w benefits w Taiju, Taiju (barley) preps you

Takashi Mitsuya

"Mmm, Taka!"

Takashi Mitsuya was sweating.

He'd been the one to talk you into only letting him stick the tip in, swearing up and down that he wouldn't go any further, but he could feel you clenching around him, *begging* for more of his cock, and as the seconds ticked by he found it harder he found it to resist. Maybe just a couple more inches; that wouldn't be too bad…

"Ahh! Takashi!"

Your eyes snapped back to his in surprise as you felt him fill you completely.

'M sorry, baby."

He whined out as he began to thrust quickly.

"I could feel how much you wanted me, and I couldn't resist."

You felt yourself nodding along, barely able to think about much more than the feeling of almost being split in half by his heavy cock.

“This is okay, right? Doesn't it feel so good?”

He grunted, effortlessly pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good for me. Like you were made for my cock.” 

As he continued, you couldn't bring yourself to be anything but in agreement.

He was right. He usually was when he had you under him.

Angry | Souya Kawata

Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard.

Sure, he shared that with his brother, but while with Nahoya, you could usually sus out what he was thinking or planning, his brother was much better at hiding things.

So, you could be forgiven for not expecting things to go as far as it did.

It started with him offering a massage. This wasn't the weird part necessarily, as when you'd learned how to massage from an ex, you'd taught him and his brother as soon as you'd broken up, and offering them on a long day wasn't unheard of.

No, what was weird was how eager his fingers seemed to clutch at your flesh, especially your chest. As he spread the oil, you felt every stroke of his fingers on your nipples. 

You were also having a hard time ignoring how hard he was as he pressed against you. Eventually, as his hands slid between your legs, he finally made his intentions known.

"Please... I just wanna be inside you a little bit. Just the tip for a little while. Please?"

You thought about it. He'd done an excellent job with his massage, and you could feel his cock starting to throb. You shrugged. It wouldn't be too bad to reward him, right?

Of course, Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard, and before you knew it, you could feel yourself being pressed into the mattress as his hips snapped into yours.

"Sou, what- mhm! -happened to just- ahh! - putting the tip-!"

The way he panted into your neck made your eyes roll back.

"Couldn't fucking hold back. Not when it comes to you.”

Taiju Shiba

Taiju Shiba was a bully at the best of times, and no one knew it better than you, his childhood friend.

It hadn't been as bad when you were young. He'd been the one to lead you into shenanigans, and you'd often followed, but he usually listened to you if you told him he was going too far. But he'd changed a lot when his mom died.

People called you his partner often because he was marginally nicer to you than most, and he'd gotten in more than one fight on your behalf. But you weren't sure if that was true. It felt more like you let him take his frustration out on you, and in exchange, he sometimes listened to you and didn't get pissed when you argued with him.

Of course, he never purposely laid a hand on you in violence. No, he had sworn he never would again after the first time he'd choked you a bit too hard, and he'd stuck to it. But when everyone drove him insane, burying himself deep in you was his only solace. So when he invited himself over, you knew what to expect.

He always started softly, only manhandling you into his lap and leaving his kisses and strokes where he could reach.

"Sweetheart, I need you. You gonna help me out? Just the tip. I swear. You trust me, right?"

You found yourself with your back pressed against the couch, whines and moans spilling out as his thick fingers stretched you out. Taiju was the only one you'd ever been with, and you knew firsthand that he wasn't overdoing his prep. Even just the head of his cock was so thick that it could stretch you out. Eventually, his fingers were replaced by the air, and as you watched him line himself up with your hole, you knew he was not going to stop at just the tip.

Sure enough, you were whining and clutching at him as he managed to push himself farther than the couple of inches he'd promised.

"It's not gonna fit! Taiju! It's too big!”

You felt his hands clamp down on your hips to hold you in place and groaned, knowing you'd have bruises there later. You looked up at him, recognizing the look in his eyes that told you that you'd be here for the next couple of hours, at the very least.

"It's gonna fit. I'm gonna make it fit.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #angry x reader #souya kawata x reader #taiju x reader #taiju shiba x reader #rick's notebook

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Heyyyy, omg can I ask for nsfw headcanons for haitani brothers, hanma, baji, kawata brother and shion with a reader who has a extremely high libido 😼

TokRev x High Libido!Fem Reader Headcanons (NSFW, pet names, roughness + fluff, praise + degradation, Hanma lowkey being a jackass)

Characters: Ran, Rin, Hanma, Baji, Nahoya, Souya, Shion

note: Just some short headcanons, thank you anon 🩷

note 2: Writing smut while I'm on my period is so therapeutic for some reason

Tagging @arlerts-angel and @i-literally-cant-with-this

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Ran

💜 Doesn't mind your high libido because he has one too

💜 Mutual masturbation + phone sex

💜 Teases you when you're needy

💜 Lazy morning sex 🔛🔝

💜 He lets you ride him as soon as he wakes up

"My pretty baby~ so needy for me early in the morning ♡"

Rindou

🩵 Soft boi hours fr

🩵 Eats you out before he fucks you

🩵 Fucks you like he loves you because he does

🩵 Praises you nonstop and loves listening to you whimper and moan for more

🩵 Doesn't stop til you tell him to even if he's tired, he lives to please you

"It's okay princess, imma make you cum okay?"

Hanma

🏵️ Teases you about your high sex drive and laughs when you get upset

🏵️ Doesn't let you touch yourself because you're his to touch

🏵️ Lets you sit in his lap and grind yourself on him

🏵️ Degrades you while you beg for him to fuck you

"Aww my little slut wants me to fuck her? You're gonna have to beg me better than that baby ♡"

Baji

🪷 Bites you during sex to mark you as his, you always wake up the next day looking like you were the main dish at a vampire buffet

🪷 Loves when you leave nail marks down his back (he'd proudly show them off to Chifuyu too 💀)

🪷 Laughs at you when you beg for him to fuck you because he was going to even if you didn't beg

🪷 Eats you out til you're overstimulated

"What's wrong cutie? You begged me for it and now you're a whiny little mess~"

Nahoya

🌟 Thigh riding + ass slapping (he'd probably slap your pussy too if you let him)

🌟 Grips your thighs hard enough to leave marks

🌟 Likes when you pull on his hair, takes it as a sign to be rougher

🌟 Curses the whole time you two fuck

"Fuck baby, pussy gripping me fucking so good. I'm gonna make sure you can't walk in the morning ~"

Souya

💠 Doesn't mind your high sex drive, but his is definitely lower

💠 Moans louder than you when you fuck, you're just so tight and warm

💠 Loves when you ride him, especially when he gets home from working at the ramen shop, it's a great stress reliever

💠 He'll let you keep riding him even if he's tired and overstimulated, he just wants you to feel good

"You look so beautiful on top of me babygirl, keep going til you're satisfied~"

Shion

🖤 He may be a violent delinquent, but he's a major softie for you

🖤 Obsessed with your high sex drive and always makes time to fuck you

🖤 Prefers to fuck in private, but will do it in public if you beg him enough

🖤 He whimpers when you suck him off

🖤 Has to go slow when he fucks you so he doesn't cum too fast, but you always end up fucking yourself onto his cock faster

"Shit! Slow down please, I ain't tryna cum just yet pretty girl~"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #rindou haitani #baji keisuke #shion madarame #nahoya kawata #souya kawata #hanma shuji #the way I finished this at 11:30 at night 😭

[ilyluffy]

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚 + 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you should have known better than to make souya cry. now you’re suffering the consequences

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: souya kawata x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: switch!reader, sub to hard dom!souya, established relationship, teasing, edging, vaginal sex, rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, petnames “angel, baby”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k+

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑. it wasn’t your fault that souya was so cute when you edged him. you could never get enough of how he blushed and whined when you toyed with his cock.

at first souya allowed you to stroke his cock, even allowing you to ruin a few of his orgasms. however, at about the fourth time you deprived him of his release, souya decided he couldn’t take it anymore. he begged you to stop your little game but you wouldn’t listen. you had no idea that your refusal to quit being mean to him would result in souya snapping completely.

the last thing you remember happening before the script was flipped was souya beginning to cry. you thought that he looked pretty with tears collecting in his eyelashes before he suddenly manhandles you. somehow managing to change positions and forcing you to lay underneath him, souya expression shifts. he goes from looking vulnerable prey to an angry predator.

“i told you to stop being mean. let’s see how you like it” souya growls, seeming to switch into a different person as he stuffs you full of his cock. from the start he doesn’t bother going easy on you, thrusting into your pussy at a rough and merciless pace.

you couldn’t really say that your actions resulted in souya giving you a taste of your own medicine because he was doing the opposite of what you had done. instead of not allowing you to cum, he was making you cream WAY too much. you’ve actually lost count of how many times you’ve made a mess on his dick. all you did know was that souya should be tired but somehow he didn’t seem like he was exhausted in the slightest.

it was ironic that now you were the one begging him to stop what he was doing. maybe souya should have taken the high road and showed you the sympathy that you wouldn’t show him. unfortunately for you, the dark persona that had taken over his body didn’t much care about being the bigger person.

“what’s wrong? is it too much?” souya snarls, mocking you as you sob underneath him. your overstimulated cunt was pleading for a break and he knew it. that of course didn’t matter. what did matter was souya teaching you a lesson and punishing you for your crimes. “if you want it to end, apologize for what you did before”.

his demand isn’t an easy one to fulfill. after what felt like forever of you performing as his personal sex toy, you were far beyond dumb on his cock. your head felt dizzy, there was drool slipping past your lips, and worst of all every time you spoke your words were slurred. nevertheless you try to grant souya’s wishes.

“‘m sorry sou. didn’t mean to upset you. won’t do it again. promise i’ll be good. just let me have a break, p-please” you whimper, staring up at souya with desperate and glossy eyes.

he’s silent for a second, evaluating your attempt to make amends. eventually he appears to make a decision. sadly it wasn’t exactly what you were hoping to hear. “cum one last time and i’ll forgive you” souya grunts, returning to snapping his hips which have been stilled during the duration of your conversation.

instantly you’re blubbering and sniffling, to which souya commands you to take what he gives you. you suppose it’s only fair that you do that. after what you did before, this was the least you could do to make souya’s anger go away. that being said, you couldn’t say for sure that you wouldn’t be completely broken after souya was done doing as he pleased with your spent out pussy.

“tell me who you belong to” souya barks as you struggle to remain awake.

“y-you” you stutter. “belong to you”.

“that’s right. shouldn’t tease the person you belong to” souya furrows his eyes, focusing on hitting your cervix as his finger moves to rub your tender clit. “you left me no choice but to teach you a lesson. never gonna make me do this to you again, right”.

“not gonna happen again. ‘m gonna be good f’you”.

your promise must satisfy him because souya’s features soften. “okay, i believe you, angel. cum for me so we can get some rest”. you do your best to nod back at him as the coil in your stomach tightens. this of course wasn’t the first time you’ve felt this particular sensation but there was something a little different. you can’t quite put your finger on what it is. all you can determine is that this orgasm wasn’t going to be like the others.

“s-souya. f-feel w-weird” you try to warn him.

in reply souya leans down to peck your lips. “it’s alright, angel. show me how pretty you look when you make a mess”.

parting your lips, you try to reexplain that he doesn’t understand. the chance to do that is stolen from you. with your eyes rolling back, you’re pushed over the edge rather unexpectedly. turns out your instincts about something being off were correct. instead of just leaving a white ring around souya’s base, you squirt all over his lower stomach.

the blue haired man’s eyes go wide as you soak his abdomen. by the time you’re truly finished he’s coated in your juices.

“s-shit” souya pulls out of you, trying to ignore how much his length is twitching from just witnessing you squirt. “baby i’m sorry. did i take it too far?”.

you shake your head sleepily, gazing up at him with lidded eyes. “n-no. was my fault. besides, 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐓”.

2022–2023 © ilyluffy — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome

#souya kawata #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #apollo writes ✎

[itsruki]

TR Hotness scale in my opinion:

1. mikey aka manjiro sano .... listen.....LISTEN......

2. wakasa imaushi........I have no explanation

3. draken aka ken ryuguji. this one speaks for itself

4. keisuke baji......THE HAIR TIE IN HIS MOUTH

5. Takashi Mitsuya....fucking greenflag. this man has me by my heart.

6. haitani brothers....always together.

7. shuji Hanma......my CNC fantasy is all in this man.

8. sanzu haruchiyo.....toxic but Hella hot

9. kazutora hanemiya.........I dont even know but uff I'm down bad

10. kokonoi hajime.....made to be a sugar daddy

honorable mentions:

the kawata twins

south

izana

chifuyu

shinichiro

#shuji hanma smut #tokyo revengers #shuji hanma #takashi mitsuya #tokyo revengers smut #manjiro sano #wakasa imaushi #baji keisuke #sano mikey manjiro #kokonoi hajime #rindou haitani #ran haitani #izana kurokawa #kazutora hanemiya #sanzu haruchiyo #kawata twins #souya kawata #nahoya kawata #chifuyu matsuno #shinichiro sano

[slttygeto]

SIX THIRTY | KAWATA TWINS

synopsis: you were part of their childhood, their best friend and maybe even more. but are you down to let them love you in a different way?

content warning: threesome, both nahoya and souya fuck you (not at the same time), unprotected sex, p in v, cunnilingus, pet name (baby), they are willing to share you (and you accept of course).

word count: 3,7k 

note: thank you to the lovely @mztoman​  for supporting me as an artist! commissions are still open by the way :) 2 slots are left!

Sharing is part of any twin’s life growing up. Food, toys, maybe even friends—at one point, you get used to the fact that what is yours is also your twin sibling’s. Now, Nahoya and Souya didn’t exactly enjoy that, but it did help grow their bond stronger. From joining Toman together, to having the same group of friends—the brothers grew attached to one another and even made promised to always protect the other when in danger.

You were nine when you first met the Kawatas; rebellious, a duo of troublemakers, but funny and sweet—you remember first meeting them on the playground of the apartment complex you and your parents had just moved in. Something about having orange and blue hair could never go unnoticed, and soon enough, they started a conversation with you.

“You are new here,” the orange haired is the one who speaks first, his twin brother hiding behind him. That gave you an idea on their dynamic.

Plus, he wasn’t asking you, he was stating that you were new here—that he has never seen you before, and you were nodding along to his sentence.

“I am,” you were as tall as them, confident but a little shy. Nahoya noticed how you kept wiping your hand on your skirt nervously, and cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Are you scared?” you weren’t, but they seemed so… cool. You didn’t have friends, and your parents warned you when picking who to hang out with. And when you saw the orange haired one fighting those who bullied his brother, your heart called out for them.

“No,” you start, a little unsure if you should say this next, “I just think you’re so cool.”

And that blew Nahoya’s mind away. He’s been called a troublemaker before, mainly negative stuff regarding his behavior or outbursts but…cool? Only Souya has called him that, so this felt new.

Souya on the other hand was a little jealous. His brother was getting all the attention for being the hero and coming to save the day, and what was he getting? Nothing. It made his child brain feel all fuzzy—he was upset. He always sported an angry look, but he knew that right now, he was pouting.

“Here,” you reach your hand towards the younger twin who immediately looks at what was in it. A handkerchief.

“You should wipe your face with it, or at least get your mom to clean the cuts. Mom says cuts can be ugly when they’re not treated fast.”

Even at a young age, you’ve always been such a sweetheart. So caring and full of love. You had so much to give and expected nothing in return—truly a blessing.

So it was no surprise when years passed by, and you were still friends with the Kawatas. Although ‘friends’ is far from what you would define your relationship with them.

There was a hint of a friendship there, but on the surface it seemed as the two men were completely and utterly obsessed with you (and rightfully so). They weren’t sure if you felt the same, if you would go as far as they would for you. But one thing was certain; they wanted more than just a friendship.

From your point of view, you were close to them. You’ve seen them grow into handsome, strong men. They were still doing what they always did—being in a biker gang. It didn’t seem that serious at the time, but the more you looked into it, the darker things got. They told you everything you needed to know about Toman, but they tried their very best to shelter you from the dangers of their job.

 Nahoya

Coming home for dinner

Souya

We’re bringing pizza, don’t cook anything.

 There it was again, the princess treatment.

Even a decade later, they made sure to remind you that you didn’t need to lift a finger when they were around (and you appreciated that greatly). Things happened, you grew up and moved into your own place and they still made sure that you apartment wasn’t that far from where they work. Ensuring that they could pay you a visit whenever they could.

And soon enough, they were at your doorstep. They didn’t need to knock since they had a spare key, so you didn’t bother to pause the show that you were watching when you heard the rustling of keys outside your door.

“What if I was trying to break in,” came Nahoya’s voice first, and you flashed him a smile from your position on the couch.

“Then you would be one sloppy robber,” you teased, looking behind him at his twin brother who was taking off his shoes. You noticed that he had carefully placed the pizza boxes on the counter and your eyes sparkled when you noticed that it was from your favorite place.

“Oh my god! I’ve been craving pizza from this place!” you got up from the couch, pulling them both in a hug. “Thank you both, so much.” You say before planting a kiss on each of their cheek.

They shared a knowing stare, one that you always said was creepy twin telepathy, but this time they hoped that you wouldn’t push them away or find them weird.

To put it in short words, you felt like home.

Never in a million years did they think they would sit down and talk about having feelings for the same person—hell, they even thought that they had different types.

But then you came along, like the sweetheart that you are, and proved them wrong. They were aware of how unusual it would be if they were to admit that they liked the same person and were willing to share her so casually, but they didn’t care (and it’s not like people couldn’t tell that they were infatuated with you).

And as you ate dinner, unaware of the bomb that was about to be dropped on you, the men chatted and laughed with you like it was any other day. They didn’t want to risk ruining your night, or potentially lose you as well—but liking you has been consuming them whole, taking up so much of their time and thinking and something needed to be done. No matter the outcome.

Souya would be lying if he said that he wasn’t nervous that you would pick one over the other, mainly because he thought (and was so sure) that you would pick Nahoya over him just because of how much you two bicker. You’ve shown him how much he means to you, cuddled with him after a horrible day, and even cooked his favorite meal—but the man was just so sure you would not choose him.

Nahoya stands up from the couch and turns off the TV. You are confused for a moment, even go as far as to smack his shoulder.

“What was that for? I was watching!” You were met with complete silence from both men who usually nagged you about the shows you watched.

Growing aware of how quiet the men suddenly got, your stomach twisted in a mixture of confusion and anxiety—what was going on?

“Guys?” your voice was small, and they felt so bad that they were putting you through this.

“I actually—well, we actually have been meaning to talk to you about something.” Nahoya starts, and he looks over at his twin brother to let him continue.

“Oh god, are you two moving out? Did I do something?”

“(Name),” Souya cuts you off, and this is the first time you heard him use such tone with you. He couldn’t blame you, you were nervous and things suddenly took a turn for the worst, rambling was a very natural reaction.

“You guys are scaring me,” you were near tears, and they both wanted to do nothing but hold you and tell you everything will be okay.

“We are not leaving you, we’re not moving away either it’s just—“ how was he supposed to say this now? Planning it out was easy, but saying it…fuck, he was so scared of what might happen when it finally comes out of either his or Souya’s mouth.

“We like you.”

What?

You were frozen, lips parted in shock. This was not what you were expecting to hear on movie night—it was supposed to go well, be enjoyable and fun and now they were--

“We do, and it’s not just me or just him which is really fucking unusual—we can’t really imagined letting the other have you because it’s unfair, we wouldn’t normally do this with just anyone—“ Nahoya continues. This was actually happening.

“And you’re not just anyone…I’m really sorry sweetheart,” Souya adds, sensing just how confused you were.

“You can take all the time that you need to give us an answer, we’re leaving in a bit for a work trip. And no matter your answer, nothing will change.”

“…nothing?” You ask in a small voice, and if it was any other day, they would’ve dropped to the ground. You had that much effect on them.

“Nothing, I promise. Movie nights will still be a thing, we will still come over when you’ve had a shitty day—it will still be us,”

It has been exactly five days since the last time Nahoya and Souya came over. You’ve managed to think everything through, tried to come up with reasons as to why you might not feel the same way. How it could potentially ruin the friendship, maybe you didn’t find them attractive? Bullshit. You just couldn’t find a good enough excuse.

You did like them back—craved being with them, but the idea of dating two men has always seemed new, foreign. You could only imagine the weird stared as you walk down the street holding hands with both—but then again, who cares? You knew you wanted them and no other person, you couldn’t think of anyone who could make you as happy as they do (and have done for the past decade). The thought of losing them scare you to no end.

You went with no contact with them for the past one hundred and twenty hours—you were anxious, a little scared even if you knew you had nothing to worry about. You did like them back after all.

Maybe it was the fact that you had gone out and bought yourself new lingerie to surprise them that made you so nervous. You were waiting for them to walk through your door and be pleasantly surprised when they see you, maybe a little shy and taken aback? You just knew you wanted their jaws to drop and their hands to be all over your body.

And soon enough, you were hearing a very familiar sound of keys rustling at your door. You were sat on your couch in one of Souya’s large hoodies, no bottoms and socks Nahoya that had gotten for you for your birthday, what was hiding under the large clothing would soon enough have them swooning for you.

It was silent when they walked in, the blue haired male making an entrance first and expecting you to be asleep—which you weren’t.

“Hey,” you exhaled nervously, fiddling with the hem of Souya’s baby blue hoodie. You felt exposed, vulnerable under the guy’s stare. And it only worsened when his twin brother appeared next to him.

“Hey pretty,” Souya started, a little unsure of what was going on. Nahoya on the other hand was pretty quick to catch onto your little game.

He leans against the door’s frame with a little grin that never seemed to leave his face. It was mischievous, playful—he could tell you were blushing.

“You’re such a treat, aren’t you?” Nahoya says in a whisper, and Souya’s eyes light up at the suggestive tone. So this is where things were going.

You didn’t flinch, nor stare at them weirdly when the older twin spoke, and that alone gave Souya the green light to slowly approach you. Pulling you up and towards him, you were a bit taken aback that he was the one initiating things and not Nahoya (having always thought that Souya would be a bit more submissive in bed, but you weren’t complaining).

“I’m gonna need a verbal response before I do anything,” Souya whispers, but his voice in loud enough for his brother to hear. They needed to make sure you were okay with their confession, their proposal to share you and if any of this was making you uncomfortable.

“I’m all yours,’ was what you said, before Souya’s lips were kissing yours with so much passion. His fingers quickly went up to the back of your head to gently grip your hair, pulling you closer to him.

He was such a passionate kisser, nothing like you imagined—but again, you weren’t complaining. Your hands rested on his shoulders as your lips moved against each other, it felt so perfect to have him up against you like this. His hands then traveled down to your ass, softly gripping the flesh over the fabric of your (his) hoodie before letting out a groan.

You were far too gone from Souya’s kiss to notice Nahoya slipping behind you, while you kissed his twin brother and let him feel you up, he pushed your hair away from your neck to plant gentle kisses to the skin. You’ve always been a tease with the outfits that you wore, showing off parts of your body that they craved to touch, kiss and love on the same way they were about to.

You were truly blessing them right now.

“Wanna take it to your room?” Nahouya whispers in your ear, grinning at the little moan you let out against Souya’s lips when his lips leave yours to press hungry kisses on your throat. Fuck, they were so good and you weren’t even getting to the good part.

“Bed, please.” And who were they to deny their little princess?

The trip from the couch to your room was very short, mainly because your legs were wrapped around Nahoya’s waist as you kissed, his legs getting you there faster, while Souya tagged along in the back. They didn’t bother to lock your room’s door before Nahoya was plopping you down on your mattress, and jumping back on you to kiss you again.

His kisses were a lot gentler than Souya’s, a tad more playful and definitely enjoyable. Your hands traveled up to his hair, tugging at the roots to let him know that he was doing such a good job (although you grinding up against him was enough encouragement).

Their dynamic in the bedroom was already showing, because while Nahoya was on you like a beast, Souya was taking his time ridding himself of his jacket and shirt, anything that could get in the way of feeling your skin against his. So impatient and needy, but fuck it was so attractive to watch him that eager to feel you.

Pulling away from the kiss, Nahoya’s hands played with the hem of your shirt, silently asking you if he could take it off. You didn’t hesitate as you took it off in one swift motion, watching as the men’s jaw went slack at the sight of you in the pretty lingerie set you had just bought the other day.

This is the reaction that you wanted.

“Pretty?” your voice was small, shy but you knew what you were doing. Nahoya’s hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you back into a deep kiss as his other hand went behind your back to undo your bra, freeing your boobs in the process. You felt the other end of the bed dip as Souya joined on top, his hand immediately fondling with one boob.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease.” The older one says as he pulls away from your lips, tracing his tongue over your neck and down to your chest. While Souya’s hand was massaging one of your boobs, Nahoya takes the bolder approach and licks at your hardened nipple. This makes you hiss, eyes staring down at the two men worshipping you like you were a goddess.

Souya lets go of your breast and leans down, mimicking his brother’s action and engulfing your boob in his mouth. You were growing hot and bothered, your moans were uncontrollable and filled the entire room within seconds of having their mouths on you. You could only imagine what was about to come.

It felt as though they heard your thoughts, because they were pulling away from you at the same time to fully strip themselves of their clothes. Their eyes were filled with lust, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Nahoya was silent as he pulled you down towards him, hands gripping the back of your thighs before pushing your knees to your chest. He admires you for a second, breath stolen from him at how fucking needy and ready you were to have them fuck your brains out. So fucking pretty.

“Think I won’t take your panties off, you look pretty good in them.” He teases you, lips brushing against your ankle before he was staring at his brother, waiting for a response.

“Push them to the side though, I wanna have a taste,” Souya’s voice added in, and Nahoya was quick to get off the bed while still holding your legs against your chest. He allows Souya some space between your legs, and watches as you eagerly try to look at how he was so eager to taste your pussy.

“You like it, hm?” You nod in response to Nahoya’s question, a shy moan leaving your lips when you felt the other one push your panties to the side and lick a stripe at your clit. His tongue felt warm and wet, pressing the right way against you. Your hips bucked with every lick, and the louder you got, the more prominent the bulge in their pants became. Your neediness sent the blood rushing south, your teary eyes and pouty lips were so tempting, but Nahoya promised himself that he would get to fuck you first and missionary. He wanted you to look at him while he fucked every single thought out of that pretty head of yours.

Your first orgasm of the night washed over you so nicely, Souya’s lips kept kissing and pressing on your clit even as you tried to push him away. He pulls away for a second to kiss your thighs, and watches intently as Nahoya takes off his boxers and lines himself at your folds. The tip of his cock teases your entrance for a moment, takes in how wet and ready you were for him, before pushing in slightly.

“Hold on tight baby,”

That was the last thing he said before everything around you started feeling fuzzy. His pace was unforgiving, sharp thrusts hitting the right spots all while groaning in your ear about how fucking good you felt wrapped tightly around him. Nahoya had a foul mouth, kissing and licking at your neck while praising you and your pussy for taking his cock like a champ. Wet sounds filled the room, the squelching of your pussy as he pounded into you was the only thing that you could focus on despite the obscene words leaving his mouth.

Souya was sat on the bed, watching as his twin brother pounded into you and left you a drooling mess. His cock sat heavy on his palm as he stroked it, letting out a few moans that caught your attention and had you taking your eyes off of Nahoya for a moment before said man was reminding you of who you should be looking at.

“Eyes on me baby, I’m not done with you.” His hand wrapped lightly around your neck, and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours to stare deeply into your eyes. His hips were driving against yours at a dizzying pace, each thrust, each stroke of his cock getting you closer to a delicious orgasm.

It only took another few strokes and a kiss to your lips before you were cumming around him with a loud cry, your thighs shaking around him. Nahoya helps you ride out your orgasm sweetly, reaching his own high right after you. He kisses you softly, brushes your sweaty hair out of your forehead. And soon enough, Souya was replacing his brother’s position between your legs.

“My turn.”

He kisses you sweetly as he pushes himself in, apologizing that he was too needy to wait and promises to make it up to you when you’re done. Unlike his twin brother, Souya takes it slow and is careful with his thrusts. They’re deep and calculated, watching every twist of your face with careful eyes to make sure he’s hitting the spots that make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh baby, you feel so good.” Souya whispers against your neck, his pace getting faster the tighter you clench around him. Your hands find his hair and you’re slightly pulling at it as you feel yourself approaching your high, your high pitched squeals encouraging the blue haired guy to keep doing what he was doing.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Nahoya comments from his position on the bed next to you, soft hands caressing your cheek as you let Souya absolutely ruin you to the last moment. Your teary eyes meet Souya’s lustful ones, so dark and filled with desire to absolutely ravish you. He wanted to make sure you knew how you made him feel, how this was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to you once you settled down. Eating you out everywhere, fingering you in the car, eating you out while you sucked his brother off—so many plans.

“So close,” you whimper out next to the blue haired male’s ear, and he’s quick to start rubbing on your clit, observing how your jaw goes slack only after a few, gentle rubs. His eyes take in how your thighs shake and your entire body lifts off the mattress as you cum around his cock. He hisses at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, pulling out to paint your thighs with his release. The sight of you with your pussy leaking Nahoya’s cum and your thighs covered in his cum was something. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your stomach and watches as Nahoya’s arms wrap around your waist to pull you towards him to cuddle.

“You did so well,” Souya kisses your arm, before getting off the bed to go grab a towel to clean you up. While cuddled up against Nahoya, you nuzzle your face in his neck and whisper something that has his heart leaping out of his chest.

“I love you both, so very much.”

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EVERMORE

Character/s: Souya Kawata

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sex, soft sex, emotional sex, protected sex (reader is on pills), lots of fluff, use of pet names, cunnilingus, and romance. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by @sohya 💕 thank you so so much and hope you like it love 🥺💖

Synopsis: After proposing out of the blue, Souya has to make the evening a perfect one as best as he could.

WC: 4k

Part One | Part Two

Marriage and having a family. A goal or sometimes a necessity for some you haven’t considered since leaving the comforts of your family home or even after graduation. It never crossed your mind, too busy pondering where you’re gonna live or how to pay taxes. Whenever asked about it, the usual answer is never had you ever thought you’d find somebody perfect to share that experience with. In short, you always come up with a blank slate—sometimes excuses just so they’d leave you alone. Why? Because marrying someone and spending a life with them until death was quite daunting. Having a family and taking care of kids was a responsibility not made for everybody. That was how it was for you… Not until Souya walked into your life with every bit of his actions spelling out the word love in all its unique hues and shapes.

Kawata Souya, a man perfectly imperfect to come your way and change your outlook in life in the simplest of ways.

He didn’t pressure you into marrying him or even bring up the subject of having kids during the first date. Didn’t mind that you insisted on paying, saying it was your treat and he can do so next time. Most individuals nowadays found it better to know whether they could earn a wage fit enough to have a family or to secure a house. Ever practical, you suppose. People like that were somehow admirable, living life faster than a speeding car without breaks, knowing where to go. The thought alone terrified you.

Slow. You two were taking it slow, a pace both of you were comfortable with. And it wasn't a bad decision—seeing how it has played well for the both of you. Those three years were heaven on earth, no doubt about that. Being with Souya brought the most out of you and the same goes for him whenever you were involved. Moving in together was probably the biggest step the relationship took other than consummating it. It sounded kind of silly to be struggling with facing intimacy, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel skeptical while listening to your friends’ escapades in the throes of lust and carnal desires humans have. There was no way they didn’t question it or feel anxious just baring themselves to another person, much less a stranger. Certainly, they had to face the underlying terrors of whether you smelled good, if your partner was clean, or if your breath didn’t smell like the tacos you ate earlier prior to ending up in bed. Everything was a big bowl of glitter—looking at it seemed fun, but sticking your hand into it wasn’t actually as comfortable as one would want it to be.

But Souya wasn’t a stranger, let alone a person you couldn't trust to be vulnerable with.

“Shouldn’t we cross this street?” You pointed at the other side that had a shortcut leading back home. “We’ll be back at the house in no time and I’m sure…”

The rest of your words died out when Souya set the groceries by the side and removed his scarf. Watching him silently approach you and start wrapping it around your neck, you failed to notice him backing away after he was finished. Mind almost close to malfunctioning at the scene. Did he just…?

A small curl on his lips out of pride, your boyfriend nodded at his handiwork. Noticing your confused—more like dumbfounded—stare, Souya raised a brow then shrugged. It wasn’t until he was grabbing the groceries that you snapped out of your momentary stupor.

Fuck, I must've looked stupid.

“‘t was getting cold. Was afraid you might catch a cold.” Linking his free hand with yours, Souya cleared his throat. The unmistakable tint of pink etched across his cheeks was probably not due to the cold atmosphere. “And no, let’s take the other path. Heard there might be troublesome bastards in that area. Is that okay with you?”

How can he be so romantic without trying?

Averting your head and chuckling at how hot your cheeks were, you nodded. “Y-yeah! No problem at all!”

No, your boyfriend wasn’t a mere faceless extra in the crowd. Had him memorized like the back of your hand. Those three years being together was testimony to that. A best friend, a lover, the one you can count on to wait for you while you tie your shoelaces that came undone—Kawata Souya was the missing piece to your half and he was standing here, asking you to marry him in the most random way and time possible. To bear his last name and be the sole person to stay by his side for the rest of his mortal days. Like any other human being, you were too stunned to utter a word no matter how hard you tried to move your lips. Somehow, Souya found it amusing. Evident in the slight curl of his lips as he brushed past you to grab and open the cake he bought. Taking your silence like the good champ he was because after all, your boyfriend was a man with few words. It was a bit concerning.

Others would have started losing their heads.

“Why don't we eat? I’m sure you’re starving. Let’s also order at that favorite sushi place of yours.” Looking back at you, your boyfriend smiled. “Just relax, okay?”

Come on, say something!

“Souya…” Breath caught up in your throat, your hands were playing with the hem of your shirt. Afraid you might mess up your words. Heart pumping erratically inside the ivory cage it is in, begging to be heard above the quiet atmosphere of the evening. “I-I… um.” Why does it feel so hard to say that one word? One you can easily utter for him but because of how abrupt it was, the state of being lost for words was getting the better of you. Mouth clamped up and tongue tied.

God, don’t leave him hanging! He must be absolutely nervous inside…

“Love.” Approaching you with the calmest expression you’ve ever seen, Souya pressed a chaste kiss on your cheek then turned to your back, gently nudging you. Of course, he sensed your astonishment. You just hope he noticed how warm you were, especially your burning cheeks to take your lack of words as rejection. “No need to answer right away. Just go and sit on the couch, ‘kay? You look like you might pass out. I’ll go call the sushi restaurant and cut the cake.” Patting your shoulder, he then proceeded to shoo you out of the kitchen. “Go on.”

Mentally chastising yourself, you trudged to the living room and flopped down on the cream-colored couch with a sigh. How could one relax after being proposed to? The usual scene of the lucky person crying while accepting the ring entered your mind, making you snort. You were sure back then that if Souya were to get down on one knee with the brightest diamond sitting on the ring, you’d be bawling the biggest tears in history. Yet, even in the comforts of your home and in the tiny kitchen, he had you rendered speechless to a point it hasn’t even sunk into your head that it actually happened. You even thought Souya would be the most anxious one when crossing this path, but oh, you were the one whose ass couldn’t sit still while sneaking glances at your boyfriend—wait, shouldn’t he be your fiance now?

Well, he did ask, and even if I didn’t verbally answer, it would be a solid yes.

Then, a palm flew to your mouth to muffle your gasp.

Holy shit, we’re really engaged, huh?

Head empty of thoughts other than Souya and the surprising engagement, you almost missed the doorbell and Souya coming out of the kitchen to receive the sushi. Composing yourself, you fought hard not to start squealing out of nowhere. Eyes falling on the bouquet he bought, you couldn’t help but smile. He’s so cute. Taking it from the coffee table, you brought it up close to you and smelled one of the white roses. Definitely… I love him. With you occupied smelling the heavenly scent of the flowers and making a mental note to have them displayed on the nightstand, you missed your boyfriend’s lingering stare.

Compared to his tranquil demeanor and the first initial confidence he had, Kawata Souya was absolutely screaming at himself inwardly.

No, he wasn’t regretting his decision. Absolutely far from regret. He wants to marry you. There was no doubt about that. Souya just wished he thought more about it before popping the question where his emotions and the need to take care of you weren’t clouding his mind. He didn’t even have a ring prepared! Surely you were stunned because there was no effort on his part at all, knowing such a momentous occasion should have been grander than eating sushi and cake at home while celebrating your anniversary. He should’ve taken you out tonight, at some fancy restaurant, wearing a beautiful dress while sipping champagne in fancy flutes. A pretty ring on your finger after his marvelous proposal that would have Nahoya patting his back for a job well done.

A ring—he has to buy a ring first thing tomorrow morning. And book a table at that romantic restaurant advertised online.

Clearing his throat and snapping out of his thoughts, he called, “Love, dinner time!” Not glancing to see if you were on your way, he set the plate filled with assorted sushi down on the dining table and headed for the refrigerator. “Do you like to drink wine, too? What about ice cream?”

He hopes you don’t notice how jittery he is while pouring himself wine, the burgundy liquid sloshing around the glass as he holds it. While being in an intoxicated state of mind wasn’t actually something Souya wanted in such an important discussion pertaining to marriage, a little alcohol in his system could certainly boost his already wavering confidence. Let loose, he had to let loose for now. Either that or he will certainly have his emotions exploding out and laying on the wooden table, possibly even terrify you.

“Yeah, a glass will be fine.”

Placing your glass of wine next to your plate of sushi, Souya avoided your gaze as he sat down across from you. The slice of cake sitting daintily beside him is more interesting to look at than meet your gaze as of now. Despite sensing his slight apprehension, you paid no mind nor pointed it out and began eating. Knowing very well that if he started taking sips of wine, he was trying not to get so nervous. Hiding back the small smile that crawled onto your lips, you grabbed one egg sushi with the chopsticks before reaching out to hold it up near his lips. Baby blues met your gaze, momentarily confused until he realized you were feeding it to him. The way he silently chewed on it and gave you a thumbs up afterward caused you to giggle. Souya couldn’t help but pout.

“I… must’ve looked uncool to ‘ya, huh?”

“What?” Quirking a brow at his words, you made a dismissive wave of your hand. “Nah, nah. It’s just that… proposing out of nowhere caught me off guard. Anyone would be.” Voice lowering to a hushed whisper, lips in a pout of its own, you stole a glance at your bashful boyfriend whose face was slowly resembling a tomato as he grabbed his glass of wine again. Making languid sips as the time went by. Coughing, you gestured at his plate. “What’s the matter? Not hungry?” Hearing no reply, you continued. “Drinking on an empty stomach is bad, you know—”

“Do you wanna get married?”

Those inquisitive blue hues met with your line of sight once more, snatching your breath and words away. If anyone were to ask you what had you falling for Souya, it was definitely those eyes. The vivid color comforting and expressive even under the quiet night light while watching you fall asleep. Sadness is often connected to the shade, but it was also seen as tranquility and stability. Souya was all those things to you. A place you could be yourself was not built overnight, yet with your lover’s care and patience, it has come to be. There was no place you’d rather be in this world than in his arms at night, softly chuckling at how he summarizes his day injected with humor. Those soft curls and strong hands wrapped around your waist that you loved to wake up to. Truly, the answer to his inquiry was as bright as daylight ever since then.

Why was I even speechless in the first place?

“Yes.”

His immediate response did not come verbally but was shown through his cheeks flushing, hand shooting up to cover his mouth that couldn’t stop smiling. The reaction was contagious enough to have you grinning, although you were alright at displaying. Souya was quick to head back to the topic at hand and spoke in a quiet voice, “I see. Then, I must buy the ring tomorrow. Where do you think is the best shop? No, I must do my research tonight. I must also—”

“Wait, wait… slow down.” Lightly giggling at him rambling his thoughts away, you got up from your seat to approach him. Quick to rub his back in a soothing manner. Turquoise locks smooth and healthy under your chin, the faint scent of eucalyptus pleasant to your nose. “No need to buy a ring right away. I mean, I feel bad rushing you since you’re usually bustlin’ and all…”

Plus, Nahoya wouldn’t be so happy if his brother is out and about instead of helping at the ramen shop.

Taking a hold of your hand, Souya then squeezed it gently before pulling you down to sit on his lap. His face is inches away from yours. No matter how long it has been, having him this close still has your heart hammering in your chest like he was a silly crush of yours—soon-to-be husband…

My god, it’s really happening!

“There’s no need to feel bad, love. You deserve only the best, and I'll make sure you always do just like you wouldn't hesitate for me.” The grip he had around your waist was as assuring as his hand squeezing yours was. Conviction in those azure irises. And really, was there anything else you could say when he exudes confidence in keeping his promise? Tongue swiping out to moisten your lips, you missed the way those blues darkened as you nodded your head. A grin spreads across your face while wrapping your arms around his neck, giddy at the thought.

“If you say so…” Taking your glass of wine, you held it up and grinned. “Shall we toast? To our anniversary and getting engaged, babe?”

Mimicking your glee, Souya took his glass and then clinked it with yours. The corners of your lips never faltered, even as you sipped the burgundy drink. But your eyes remained on his, observing the way his Adam's apple bobbed while sipping his wine. Those pink kissable lips on the glass that parted once he was finished, a droplet escaping the flesh and almost slid down to stain the carpet if you weren't fast enough to wipe it away with your thumb. Souya’s gaze was once again on you, although this time, it was heavier and far more intimate to suit someone who was having an innocent dinner with their fiancee. And you were not oblivious to his rousing stare, even amplifying his awakened lust by lightly grinding your ass against his thick thighs and the hardening member confined in his pants. Swallowing, he sets his glass safely onto the table before landing on your thighs, rubbing or drawing abstracts on it.

“Thank you, baby.”

“I don’t think… a ‘thank you’ will suffice,” you challenged, rubbing your thighs together that didn't go unnoticed by him. A smirk slowly graced your features when he visibly swallowed, the grip on your thigh tightening. “I’ll be doing this for life, ‘ya know?” Lashes fluttering, you leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead and then on his nose. The way his lips quivered when you didn’t immediately plant a kiss on his mouth was almost laughable. But you, too, were aching to kiss him despite the teasing. “And tonight is our third year anniversary. Shouldn't we do… something that couples usually do?”

Emboldened by the alcohol and passion running through his system, Souya was quick to carry you to the bedroom. Dinner could wait, he was certain. Right now, what he wanted was to bask in your presence—from the intoxicating scent of your hair down to the plush flesh of your thighs. Souya was in no hurry, but every action he did was more hurried than the last. Especially when his tongue licked a stripe up your neck after peppering kisses on the sensitive skin there. Paying no heed to the excited squeal you elicited when he set you down on the mattress, quick to pin you down. The dazed expression on both of your faces was a spectacle on its own, fueling the need to feel each other.

“Souya…” Blinking up at him, you couldn’t help but melt as he released your hands to tuck back stray hairs behind your ear. The initial fervent emotions simmering down; the soft white light coming from the lamp coating the bedroom aided at mellowing out. Instead of the usual teeth clacking kisses and ripping off clothes that were almost customary after a rough night at work or when both of you were finished arguing, it was almost like the two of you were afraid to move. Afraid to harm the other. Terrified of something switching when one wrong move is made. But more importantly, scared to wake up and find out this was all a dream.

Scared to know whether you and he were really real at all.

Souya was the first to take the plunge, leaning down to kiss your head. His wandering hands are now on your waist, applying pressure there before moving up to cup your cheeks. Following his lead, you reached up to snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to lock lips with him. Brushing the pink flesh of his mouth, you hummed in delight before exchanging whispered sweet nothings. Your fiance took his time to rid of your clothing, unbuttoning and unzipping while his full attention was on your facial expressions. Yet, he was never met with any objection. Neither did you, as you unbuttoned his shirt, pushing back the material to expose his milky white chest. A shaky breath escaped your parted lips once your top joined his on the floor, followed by your pants. Clad only in your black lacy bra. Your heaving chest met his eye, causing his pants to tighten further.

Stunning, you were absolutely stunning.

“Love,” he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek and then your lips. Repeating the same process to your neck, shoulder, and collarbone. Just begging to be marked by his mouth and teeth. However, that would have to wait, for now. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” A kiss to your nose. His hand felt up your thigh, prying it apart from the other. “So beautiful. Got so fuckin’ lucky.” Another kiss, this time in between your brows. The elastic hem of your panty is found by his fingers, hooking his index around it prior to sliding them down. A moan came out of your mouth once your damp folds were met with cool air, a line of slick connecting it to your underwear. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, baby.”

“Fuckin’ love you. So, so much… Having you as my wife would be the happiest day of my life.”

“Mhm, your brother would be sad to hear that,” you giggled, meeting him halfway for another kiss on the mouth, tasting the sweetness and also the bitterness of wine. “You did tell him the happiest you’ve been… was when Sugoaku opened its doors.”

Souya chuckled, trailing kisses down to your stomach and to where you needed him the most. “He’ll have to understand. He’s a grown man now to be upset over things like that.” Looking up to meet your glossy irises, your fiance smiled. “Besides, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Hissing at the delectable pleasure of Souya’s tongue lapping up your juices and the sinful sound of it, you weren’t sure what to take a hold of—his soft curls or the sheets. Either way, the blinding bliss was far too enticing to even pay attention to anything else other than the promise of ecstasy Souya was giving you. It didn’t take long for your melodic moans and choked sobs to filter across the room, clit throbbing. Souya aimed to have you come undone with his mouth alone and he did, eyes unable to leave your spasming form. Ignoring the stinging pain of his scalp when you pulled on his hair.

“S-Souya—ah, please… Need you, love. Need you ‘s badly!” Tears rolled down the apple of your cheeks, desperate to feel him. Desiring to hold him close as you reach your peak as you always did whenever he brought you to that plane of heightened euphoria only he could bring. And Souya could feel it—sensing your urgency. His pants flew to the other side of the room, along with your bra. “Wanna have you inside, love. I’m on the pill, r-remember? Hurry, please…” Brushing away the teardrops that have fallen, he cupped your cheeks again.

“Shh, I’ll take care of you, baby. Alright?”

Nodding at his words, the rest of your words materialized into a breathy groan once his cock stretched your slick gummy walls. Crescent moons on his shoulder. Breathing in his scent and your perfume mixed with sweat. His throaty groan is loud and raw against your ear, shaking you to the core. Even when this isn’t the first time you two are having sex, emotions were high and you felt like crying at the familiarity of it all—him fully inside of you that you could grasp the entirety of his girth, the veins running down his cock down to his balls pressed against your behind. Especially once he started thrusting, grabbing your free hand, and intertwining your fingers together. The act alone speaking in volumes—that he would be with you every step of the way. You were unsure whether it was sweat or tears dampening your face, but Souya cooed and pressed more kisses to your face in hopes to soothe you in the throes of your intense ardor. Never did he stop to question how you clung to him or continued to shed tears, taking it all in and understanding your sensitive state brought by the special occasion that has occurred.

“You’re doin’ so well, baby.”

“S-Souya…”

“You are so beautiful like this,” he groaned at your walls squeezing his cock, intent on having him spill it all inside. Eager to experience the entirety and what he could give tonight. And Souya yearned for the same with you. “My pretty girl, it’s alright—shit, so tight… So perfect, you’re perfect, baby.”

“Love, p-please—wanna cum together.” Biting back a sob, the grip you had on him strengthened akin to how an anchor is to a ship. One could easily drown in the depths of love and you were no stranger to this, hanging tight to stay on the ground unless it was both of you who would be ascending to ecstasy. Holding on to that edge for him, all for Souya. Readily doing so because he would do the exact same thing, no matter how hard it was. Biting hard on your wobbling lip, you keened. “Souya!”

Just like a reliable anchor, Souya was quick to pull you back to earth after a shattering orgasm accompanied by a bright light that almost had you collapsing and nodding off. Wrapping his strong arms around you, he wiped away the tears that ran down aimlessly while showering you with kisses so sweet and addictive. And what was crazier to grasp was these kisses would be a thing you’d experience every waking moment with Kawata Souya, the man you were going to marry soon. Your destined other half. The man you love and somehow, that was everything.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

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[cu7ie]

souya smiles.

⠀⠀⠀  ˊᯅˋ   does he know that my destiny lies with him?

cw; large insertions + extra prep, sexual exhaustion, reader w/vag + no pronouns. lovey dovey shit they like eachother what do u want from me.

The only time Souya can stand to have a smile on his lips is when his hands are on your hips and he's lowering you onto his cock. 

And even then, the expression is gradual, as your pussy opens so nicely for him, squeezing down on his sensitive flesh. His hand feels along your stomach for the bump his dick leaves behind as he makes a few tentative thrusts, making you whine atop him. He's not one for teasing, but you're so easy to fluster,

Easy to get a reaction out of.

"Souya - don't go so slow. You're t e a s i n g me." The word lingers on your lips, your lower lip trembling like you're gonna try to convince him with those crocodile tears that you can handle him going any faster than this. You two don't usually have sex for long - you can talk the talk but you can't walk the walk, (Souya fucks you like a man possessed, like he might lose a part of himself if he can't wring an orgasm out of you,) and more often than not, Souya's raring to go long after you've tapped out.

"You say the same thing every time. And then when I really put my all in it, you start whining, —"

"No I do not!"

Souya's voice goes up in pitch, mocking you.

 " 'It feels like you're tearing me apart, Souya,' " Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you recall that moment with striking clarity, slapping him sharplu on his chest.

 “Hey, fuck you! I only said that one time!” You’re surprised he even remembered at all.

       ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꈍᴗꈍ  

You guys saw each other less after he launched his restaurant abroad. You stayed in and out of touch, remained dedicated to your studies while supporting Souya's dream overseas. 

One day, he came back to Japan on a surprise visit.

Riding your bike back home from your job, you nearly crash into him with it. You're so excited to see him that you start flapping your hands and stuttering and have a little trouble looking him in the eye still,

  But you're just like how he remembers you. Perfect and a little awkward and your hands still shake a little just like they did in mid school,

And the look in your eyes is all consuming, adoring, affectionate. His stomach flutters and the corners of his lips twitch, his face resembling a deer caught in headlights as you toss your bike aside and wriggle your smaller arms under his and hug his torso for all you’re worth. His afro has been pulled back into the cutest little ponytail, but you have to admit there’s something about seeing the stark blue mass of curls that makes you want to twirl your hair and drag your feet. He’s still as handsome as you remembered, though. Still frowning so grumpily.

"Souya! It's .. it's been so long." You're small in his arms, the tender embrace lasting for a bit too long because you’re trying to fit all the love you can muster in it, 

And really he’s just tired from the flight, so while you’re verbally fantasizing about all these plans, fun things for you two to get up to while he’s here, he’s remembering how soft your mattress used to be, the smell of you on the pillows…

His mind flashes in and out of the memories of the little things. Your eyes crinkling in the corners when you’re giving him your real deal smiles, how you squeeze his hand in yours just to remember ‘what he feels like’.  Feeling a little bad he’s been gone for so long. But you make his heart feel like it never left. 

You walk him up to your apartment, chatting calmly and holding his pinky in yours and by the time he’s actually in your house, you’re pulling him to your bedroom and 

Help him take his clothes off. Maybe he’s more jetlagged than he thought, because he’s just admiring the peace in your expression as you help him with something he ought to do himself. But you’re so eager to see him in a way that feels wholly unexpected. Then again, it’s you. As long as he can remember, you’ve always been happy to see him. You take off his stuffy button up and toss him a shirt he hasn’t seen in years.

It's a band tee that has a faded graphic of the Deftones on it. Despite it looking well loved, there's lint and some dust he has to shake off of it.

“I.. wore this in back in highschool. ” “M’yeah, you left it here way back. I was.. Holding onto it. For you.” You smile so cutely he doesn’t even care if that's not true. He slips it over his head and falls back onto the pillow, you worm your way into his arms and let him hold you. Feel you for the first time in years.

And he doesn’t like feeling like a pervert, but,

How can you blame him? You look at him so dreamily, on the verge of a good nap, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes so you can commit this image of him to memory (as if he'd risk disappearing on your again).He can feel you staring at him, feels you crawling further along his chest, and his hand naturally falls to your back, slides down along your spine..

And he can feel himself grow hard as he feels your nipples, solid as diamond, poke at him from under your thin lounge shirt.

“.. souya.” He cracks his eyelids open, just enough to see you pressing up against his chest, your skin softer than his; warm and inviting.

“..can I kiss you?” He doesn’t even stop to think about it; not a word is uttered in that moment, he cups his hands and hoists you up so you’re properly laying atop him. He was dreaming of sheep not even a second ago, but now your perky little butt is rubbing against his hard cock, the kisses you pepper onto his face pulling him in deeper, and deeper,

He just wanted to take a nap. You do a good job at convincing him otherwise.

Newfound energy surges into him as you gyrate your hips just so, his clothed cock sliding along the fat plush of your ass, and he knows you know what you’re doing, eyes feigning innocence as your hands rub down his musculature, the contours of his stomach; you’re filled with so much raw affection that you suddenly become wild in your movement, something he hasn’t seen in a while taking you over. Your breathing is hot and heavy; his as well, and as you part yourself from the final kiss, a  thin strand of saliva connecting your lips with him, you bury your nose into the crook of his neck.

Souya is blazing hot now. You don’t move from that position and he physically can’t handle the way you rile him up, his fingers twitching and his knee jumping and he just has to touch you, hands brazenly gripping the weight of your ass and the curve of your hip; you groan into the flesh on his neck, your hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders with a profound eagerness. You’ve gotten him flustered, and he’s trying to pull your sleep shorts off your butt with this look on his face like he might cry if he can’t get his cookie, his breathing uneven in your ear.

“I missed you so much.” “.. missed you too.” You rescind from his neck and allow the softness of his face to fall into your palms, your heart bumping in your chest loud enough for you to hear. “Mh. I wanna fuck you. So bad,” You grind your hips into his and he groans at you, his skin flushing red as he pokes a finger beneath the elastic of your underwear. 

“Then help me get these shorts off. I really don’t want to tear them, they’re cute on you.” You’re smiling because you know Souya isn’t one for jokes, raising your ass with a shake of your hips, leaning forward into a kiss as you slide your shorts down to your knees, wriggling them down your leg and kicking them off to the side.

“How long has it been since you’ve been in Japan, Souya?” You say as you pull away from the kiss; making Souya cock his head and whine a little. He starts making hickies along your collarbone, answering in between sucks and breaths.

“ A year .. n’ maybe four months.” He rumbles low in his throat as his balls seize up, the anticipation of sex making him moody and a little impatient. He grabs your wrists and flips you over on the bed, earning a cute giggle and gasp as he hooks his hands around the back of your knees, hoisting your hips up into the air with newfound vigor and ease,

Slow-cooking in your scent, inundating himself in your heat, your wet cunt is gushing; a sopping spot on your underwear as he tugs it off with his teeth. “Someone’s really eager.” You try not to let your voice waver, but he sees through your facade; nibbles on your thigh just to hear you moan, trying to correct your mistake by clapping your hand over your mouth softly.

“It’s been so long since I’ve heard you moan for me.” He pushes your thighs apart until he can see your quivering folds and puffy little clit; burying his head into your muff without waiting for a reply. His tongue is hot and quick and knows you so well. It travels up your labia with long unabashed licks, reaching your clit; then he doubles down, suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your pussy is soaked and it never did take you too long to cum when he goes down on you, your hands gripping the streets for purchase as you groan out his name.

“Sou…ya, Oh fuck - Souya. Souya!” 

His name falls from your lips like a chant as he angles your legs higher to get deeper into your snatch, his grip wrought iron and his desire evident. You’ve covered his nose, lips and chin in your wetness, the bashful yet cheeky grin you fix him with making his heart flutter like nothing else. In an instant he’s possessed by this intensity and fervor, forcing your knees further up and to your chest with one hand and trying to fix his dick out of his sweats with the other; but you frantically wave your hands then, dragging him out his pussy drunk stupor. 

“Y’gotta.. gotta use your fingers first.” You pant, air having left your lungs. You wipe the sweat from your forehead (sweating already, it really has been a while, huh?) feeling a bit sheepish having to explain. “I won’t be able to take it if you don’t stretch me out first, it’s been .. wayyy too long ..” Souya snorts as you spread your folded legs, plunging in a finger without ceremony and feeling a little surprised when he hears you squeak. You seem embarrassed but amused by yourself, looking directly at the place where his finger dips into your warm core and your toes curling at the sound of the squelch.

“..you’re too cute.” Souya doesn’t have the thickest fingers, so one in and out works well for you. He gets to two and he hears you mewl, your tiny pussy still soaked but taking him in with less ease than before. Your walls clamp down around his digits like you plan to trap him there. You’re breathing hard and your fingers frustratedly grasp air and squeeze wind, this profound heat in your body,

Cooking you slowly from the inside, his fingers move faster and you’re whining and moaning, little “Ah, ah, ah’s!” as Souya pumps in with reckless abandon. You’re trying not to cum again, but you really can’t help it, your moans crescendoing, your chest rising and falling in time with each pump; then he adds another finger. Your back arches and you rise off the bed as you squirt around his fingers, (you got some onto his forearm, makes his eyebrows shoot up.) And you look so peaceful on the pillows, tuckered out already apparently. Souya gripes, and your lidded eyes flutter open. He shakes your knees and your legs fall open without resistance, your hands gripped by the wrists and pinned above your head as his other hand works even faster to whip his dick out; his tip drooling and sticky with precum as the head of his cock kisses the lips of your pussy. His shoulders shudder as his breathing becomes heavy, his hard gaze harrowing in on you as he speaks slowly, pressure building as the tip of him pushes in. “I don’t want to break you.” His lower lip trembles, the gentle sincerity in his voice understudied by a certain kind of grit, rough like sandpaper. His eyes narrow at you, the grip around your wrist tightening. “But I think I will.” 

“I’d say I’m sorry,” His hips are moving forward, and the girth of his cock (stretches you out just like how you remembered) making your eyes cross and your lips part in silence. “But I .. really don’t like lying to you.” He pushes in and the stretch stings in a sinfully good way; your pretty little pussy getting split open by thick pipe; Souya’s balls slapping gently against your ass as he eases into you at a regular pace.

“I - I swear, you’re gonna tear me apart with that fuuuh-cking thing.” Your thighs quiver and your voice feels unsure.

"One.. of these days … oooh fuck."

It still feels too fast. You clamp around his dick like you’re the one trying to break him; your arms wriggling as you tug on them, trying to dislodge them from beneath Souya’s hands. He has a look of utter bliss overlaid onto his usually frowny expression. His eyes flutter closed, savoring the feeling of your wet walls slicking up his cock, 

while you’re cursing, blood rushing to your cheeks as your leg shake and your skin is alight,

“Holy - fuck! Fuck! F-fuck you, Souya; jesus fucking christ-”  Souya looks amused by you, his polite smile looking down right dastardly. 

“Don’t look at me like that, asshole!” You whine, but don’t put up a real fight. Your moans escape your body in time with his thrusts and it feels really embarrassing. You feel like you sound like a whore, moaning his name to the sky; forgetting the whole world behind you. You'll be surprised if you go out and the neighbor's aren't looking at you funny. Souya is electric, like a nasty jolt that sends a shock of pleasure and pain so deep into you that it transcends touch and does something to your brain itself. 

You’re drooling on your favorite pillow and squealing and whining and (begging for it begging faster faster, when you know you can’t handle it) overwhelming sensations have taken you over completely. Your heels dig into Souya’s back and he feels encouraged to thrust even harder, lean forward and slobber all over the fat of your chest trying to get one of those beady nipples into his mouth.

Souya’s cock is a bully, pounding your sweet cunt into utter submission when your body can do nothing else but twitch and listen to the sound of sloppy sex, hands grabbing at air as he keeps your arms up and out of the way. He looks overcome too, a haze blanketing over him as he fucks you so good the tip of his dick kisses your cervix and all you can see is stars, 

And then that coiling spring inside your guts releases all its tension as you utterly cream yourself on his dick. But he’s still going. Still fascinated by how tiny you feel compared to him, this dominance he’s exercising over you, a cock drunk little fairy, taking a primal pleasure in how fucked out your face looks. 

(He can even see the little bump on your tummy where his cock is. Rubbing his hand over it makes you whimper, but maybe you’re just feeling a little sensitive,) though you’re still soaking wet, it’s clear you’re on your last leg. You're crying from ecstasy, your cunt unwilling to be stretched so far; you’re much tighter than you were before on account of your exhaustion alone. “Souya-” You attempt a whine before you’re silenced with a kiss. You can feel him smiling against your bottom lip, giving another - harder - thrust- 

Then,

His hips stutter. He feels his balls tighten and it’s only then his hands drop to your hips to pull you as far onto his cock as he can. It’s like you’re boneless in his arms, your skin all tingly and raw and,

He’s fucking his load into you. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders to prevent your skull from slamming against the headboard, feeling him feel you up, up, and up. 

"love you.. really love you.."

There’s so much that it spills onto your sheets. 

You feel so full that you can’t stop babbling, gasping and your thighs are shaking, stilled only when Souya gently pulls your legs apart and slides his cock out of you, leaving you full of cum; yet devastatingly empty.

When Souya sighs, you can feel the stress leave him, the frenzied ogre is no more, and he collapses beside you; just as sweet as he came. He seems a little apologetic, a little bashful as he tucks his arms around your waist and tugs you toward him.

“I really did miss you.” Your head is still floaty, but you’ve your wits about you enough to mutter,

“I noticed.”

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[fuyuswifey]

|Shy Boy|

Pairing: Souya Kawata x fem! Reader

Cw: Oral (male receiving), handjob, cursing, top! Reader, bottom! Souya, established relationship, modern au, college au, 1.6k words

💫In which your boyfriend is too shy to ask you for help, but you know him better than anyone💫

You learned he wasn’t as mean as you thought, nowhere near it. He was the sweetest boy you had ever met. He ensured you always had lunch at school and stayed on top of your homework. If there was ever a day you seemed upset about something, he was quick to come to your rescue and support you the best he could. If he ever noticed someone bullying you, he quickly put them in their place (and in a hospital). Your days of avoiding him had come to an end, and you guys even went as far as hanging out with just the two of you. Your guy's friendship grew as the rest of your high school days went by. You would have been lying if you said you weren’t growing feelings because boy were you falling fast. But Souya... He was falling faster, and that’s why he made sure to make you his girlfriend on graduation day. The rest was history after that. Now here you are, your sophomore year of college with your boyfriend of a year and a half was amazing. You guys always went on study dates, picnics, or even just relaxing together in one of your dorms. Souya being your first boyfriend, and you being his first girlfriend, you guys experienced a lot of first together. First date, first kiss, first time. First, everything.

As of now, you were lying on his bed, both of you guys spooning as you watched a movie. Nahoya had been gone all day, so you both had the room to yourself. It was one of those days when you both wanted to be lazy, just relaxing in bed while basking in one another's company. You shuffled around the bed, trying to get comfortable after laying in the same position. Amid your moving, your ass rubbed against his crotch, but you paid it no mind, blaming it on the small twin xl bed that gave you minimized space. You could hear your boyfriend's breath hitch, looking over your shoulder to look at him. “Are you okay?” You asked him. He didn’t give you a verbal response, instead just nodding at you. Not thinking much of it, you returned your attention to the TV.

Over the next thirty minutes, Souya continuously shifted behind you, slowly creating as much space between the two of you guys as he could. You tried to ignore it at first, assuming that he was just trying to get more comfortable. After all, you were sharing a small bed. “I’ll be back” He announced suddenly, rolling off the bed and shuffling to the bathroom quickly. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what was wrong. You knew Souya well enough to know when he tried hiding something from you. He always would try to distance himself from you. You of course would always try to give him his space, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. However after what felt like forever, but was only 10 minutes you finally got up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom. You knocked on the door softly, not wanting to startle him. “Souya, are you okay?”. When you didn’t get an answer you slowly turned the door handle, opening the door as you peeked in. “Souya?” you called.

Your eyes were immediately met with the sight of him. And oh was it an amazing sight. Souya was sitting on the edge of the tub, his eyes glossed over with tears. You could see the outline with his bulge along with a precum stain betraying his grey sweats. Now it all made sense to you. In the midst of you adjusting your position on the bed, he got turned on. You hadn’t realized the way you were rubbing against him so much, but seeing him now, all pathetic and wanting to be touched, was turning you on too. “Souya… oh baby. Why didn’t you say something?”.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you..” he said in a quiet voice. “M’ sorry”. Seeing him look so pathetic with his cock twitching in his bottoms always got to you. It made you want to take care of him. So that’s exactly what you planned on doing. “Come on Souya” You called as walked back towards the room. “Come out here baby”. He followed behind you and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes wandering around the room before finally looking towards you. “U-Um… babe-”

You stopped his words by grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. Souya let out a noise of surprise, but he didn’t fight against the kiss. It was something he had been craving. To be close to you, intimately. As you slowly retracted from the kiss he chased after your lips, causing a chuckle to escape from you. “A little eager huh? Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you,” you said as you rested your hand on top of his prominent boner, palming him through his sweats. His breath hitched a bit as he watched your hand before returning his attention to you, leaning forward to connect your guy's lips once more. The kiss was messy as both of your tongues sought out dominance, which you so easily won. Your hand moved up to the waistband of his bottoms, tugging them down along with his boxers, releasing his dick that was begging for attention. It stood tall and erected, beads of precum spilling from the tip profoundly.

You used your thumb to smear the precum around the head of his dick, pulling a soft moan from him. Your boyfriend had always been sensitive, so it was never hard to pull any sound of pleasure from him. You slowly started to stroke his length, wanting to help out the boy who so desperately needed it. If it wasn’t for the fact that your guy's lips were still together, the room would have been filled with the sounds leaking from his mouth. His hips started to lift slightly, pushing up into your fist for more friction. “Baby..” he moaned out as he pulled away from the kiss. “I-I need more..”.

You cocked your head to the side slightly at his words. “Well, what do you want? You got to tell me for me to give it to you”. You knew Souya, so you know he always has difficulty telling you what he wants from you. Especially in the middle of sexual activities. It made him shy and nervous. He didn’t give you an answer. Instead, a blush was growing on his face. He opened his mouth to try and say words, but nothing came out. “Souya” You called out in a soft tone. “Come on. Use your words”. “I-I..” His face was flushed red and his eyes were looking everywhere but you. “I want your mouth..” he finally said, taking a peek at your face to see you were wearing a shit-eating grin. He hated how much you got off to seeing him like this. All shy and under your control. He couldn’t help but feel so right when things were this way though.

You slipped off the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You continued to stroke his dick as you placed soft kisses against his thighs, watching his reaction. He was letting out soft gasps and his thighs were quivering slightly. You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before taking more of his length in his mouth. Souya was in no way small, rather lengthy. You could never fully take him into your mouth, so you had to settle with stroking the remaining inches. You were sure if anyone were to walk in on you guys, they would think the sight was filthy. The way your boyfriend's hands were gripping at the sheets, his head tossed back as he filled the room with the sound of his moans and whimpers. You were on your knees, choking around Souya’s dick as drool started to drip down your chin.

“B-Baby..” Souya moaned out, his hips bucking. The feeling of his mushroom tip prodding at the back of your throat made you gag, tears forming in your eyes from both the pleasure and pressure. One of Souya’s hands let go of the sheets, grabbing onto your hair. His hips lifted off the bed more frantically, fucking into your mouth. He was chasing after his orgasm, his hips moving at a sloppy pace. “S-So close! I’m gonna cum!” He groaned, his eyes closing tightly and his hips stuttering as his orgasm washed over him, his cum filling your mouth. You slowly pulled away, swallowing everything in your mouth which earned a grown from him.

Souya panted softly from the orgasm he just experienced. “Thank you for that. You didn’t-” his words stopped when he opened his eyes, seeing the sight of you slowly unbuttoning your bottoms.

“Up for more?”

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[atarathegreat]

Gaming With Souya Tokyo Revengers

Souya knew it wasn't really his place to be jealous, you hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't your fault that Nahoya had invited the two of you to a family dinner, and it wasn't your fault that Nahoya was a hugger. You'd offered to help your boyfriends brother cook as the man had been cooking all day at the ramen shop, and Nahoya had hugged you as thanks. You'd helped serve plates, earning another grateful hug. Souya watched hug after hug after hug, and you could only smile. What else did he expect you to do? Souya was elated that you were a part of his family, even without being married, and he was even more happy that you and his twin got along so well. So why was he so, so bothered by it?

He sighed into his mic, "I don't know, Slayer. I think I might be over reacting."

One of the few things he could do when he was upset was play games. Normally he'd offer to play with you, but he didn't even want to try having the conversation with you. Though, who was he to try and stop you from eavesdropping? Especially when you looked pretty staring up at him with your wide doe eyes.

"Nah, man, I think you should bring it up to her. Maybe she'll say she wants a threesome!" xxPussySlayerxx, a stupid name to a man who sounded like he was three beers in at a frat party, "Dude, when I tell you that all chicks wanna be fucked by a guy and his twin, you better believe me!"

Or what? Souya wanted to ask, his old delinquent habits kicking in for a moment, pausing only as you left soft licks to his exposed tip. He glanced down at you, flashing a quick smile before responding to his friend, "Don't even say that. Me and my brother already look alike..."

You knew Souya was insecure about him and Nahoya looking alike, afraid that it meant you liked Nahoya in the same way you liked Souya. A soft hum vibrated his shaft, you wanted his attention, and he wasn't giving it to you. The way his fingers tightened on his controller wasn't missed by your eyes, the opposite, it showed you that you were at least a part of his focus. Air hissed between his teeth as you pressed your tongue flat against him and he glared down at you when you reached up and tapped his hands. Despite his nickname, he couldn't be angry with you. Not when you were so pretty wrapped around his cock and smiling as best you could.

"Dude! That's more evidence that she just might want both of you!" The loser was cheering, and it was starting to grate on the beautiful image Souya had of you and the way you were nestled between his knees, your hands gripping to the waistband of his sweats to keep them out of your way, kicking your feet as if you weren't sucking him off like he was some type of dum-dum sucker but had been on the phone with a friend. In the end, Souya sighed and defended you against his own mind, "I don't think she does. She's a good girl." For you to miss such a double meaning would be arbitrary. Simultaneously telling the other player that you were a good girlfriend and praising you made you squirm, a small whine sounding from your throat.

Even though you couldn't hear it, you knew that whoever Souya was playing with was starting to piss him off. Shadows shifted on his face as his brows knit together, the bright light from the tv screen showing you the perfectly placed scowl as he muttered something and grabbed a strand of your hair. Souya groaned and grabbed a handful of your hair, a delicious pop sounding as the cool air of the room immediately hit the warm saliva you'd left on him, making him shiver and wish he was still sheathed between your lips. He angled his mic sideways, he wanted the other player to hear you, "Sweet girl, do you like my brother?"

"No, SouSou." You said loudly, sweetly enough that the other man would assume what you had been up to.

"Do you want him and I to fuck you?" Souya pulled you upwards, pleased with the way you shifted to straddle him. "No, SouSou." You smiled, "Just you."

"Good girl. Turn around, play for me, 'kay?" Souya handed you the controller, tossing his mic backwards and not bothering to leave the party he was in. xxPussySlayerxx, Souya never doubted, had never seen a naked woman outside of porn, let alone touched a vagina. If the drunken frat boy chose to listen to whatever sweet sounds Souya was able to pull from you, it would be the closest he'd ever gotten to good sex.

While you were standing and turning around, Souya tugged your night pants down and grazed his fingers over the back of your thighs. Fingers gripped around your sides to help you sit softly, his dick pressing firmly against you, "Easy, sweet girl, get comfortable." Electricity shot up your spine as you held yourself up on his legs, slowly sinking over him with the most delicious, high pitched moan Souya could ask for. "Mm, sweet girl." Souya moved your hips and dragged you against him, keeping you whining as you played whatever game he was fixated on this month.

Usually you liked to play whatever games Souya was into. You often had to grab the controller when he fell asleep after a rough shift to get him to a save point before turning everything off. It was nights like those that you got to cuddle him close to your chest and fit your fingers through his tight curls, pulling softly at them to untangle the tangled mess. It was a futile task, but it was something to keep him asleep.

A totally different way to play his games than what was happening now. You were positive that Souya was dragging you slowly just to make you give him those soft moans he loved. "Sou, c'mon, I'm playing pretty good." Your whines were pathetic, you knew that, but you really didn't care. "You're doing great, sweet girl, keep playing." Souya pressed gentle kisses across your shoulders as his hands smoothly shifted your hips, his own body jerking up into you and giving you the satisfaction you craved. With each praise that fell from his lips you felt your body tingle and crave him more.

The controller fell from you hands as Souya began slamming up into you, wanting to hear how whiny he could make you. Souya wanted you whiny and begging, a small part of him that was similar to how everyone seemed to see his brother Nahoya as. The thought of his brother is accompanied by a gross vision of you bouncing on Nahoya's dick instead of Souya's, making him dig his fingers into your skin, borderline bruising the skin. "Do you love me?" He growled in your ear, jerking you so you were flush against his chest, "Answer me honestly."

"Love you...love you, SouSou." Strained groans clawing their way out of your throat, "Just you, just you."

"Then come for me, sweet girl." Souya kissed at the dip just behind your ear, "Be loud, okay? I wanna hear every little sound."

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[minarinnn]

hi hi! I rlly like ur work and it's my first time requesting. I was wondering if u could do a nsfw hc with nahoya and souya kawata? Ur work is amazing, ur doing good babes<33

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content/trigger warnings: characters are aged up!!, afab! reader, p in v, oral, belly pressing, hand job, overstimulation, praising, daddy kink, boob play

NAHOYA:

he’d say he’s going to be gentle, but you both know he’s lying. he’s not exactly rough, but he’s not gentle either. his pace is fast and deep but he says he ‘tries’ to be gentler (the smile on his face says otherwise)

likes pressing your belly to feel how deep he is inside you. absolutely loves doing it. no one can convince me otherwise

i feel like he’d be the type to praise you a lot. just chanting praises while fucking you dumb. calling you his pretty girl, and saying how perfect you are taking him like this

probably has a daddy kink but is hush about it because he doesn’t know if you’re into that type of stuff. but if you are, honey, he will go crazy. he’ll want you to call him that 24/7

boobs man. he loves watching them bounce up and down while he fucks you. he doesn’t care if they’re big or small. he will love them and would probably suck on them whenever he has the chance

SOUYA:

souya is a sub but he leans more to the rougher side. he’ll let your ride him but his hands are on your hips and he’s guiding you. sometimes he’ll thrust his hips right up into you at a rapid pace because he’ll get a bit impatient

he won’t admit it, but he loves when you jerk him off and overstimulate him. making a complete mess of him. his seed spread all over your hand and his tummy. his face stained with tears because his dick is far too sensitive for this

a moaner. he’s really loud in bed. he’s not afraid to let you know just how good he feels in that moment. and his moans are oh so pretty— almost angelic

i feel like he’d prefer giving over receiving. yeah, he loves the way your mouth wraps around his dick, but he loves watching your face scrunch up in pleasure even more. especially if it’s because of his tongue

like his older twin, he’s a boob guy. he loves squishing them. he loves your boobs and not just in the sexual way. your breast are his personal pillow, and he often falls asleep with his head hurried between them

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