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Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi [1]

I tried to do one part... but this got too long. I feel like this is the smuttiest of all Lord series (tell me otherwise - let me know which one you think is the smuttiest lol). If you’re new, welcome to my Lord Haikyuu fandom, I have completed Lord series for Sakusa, Suna, Kita, and the Miya twins, check them out too!

Warning: explicit smut; angst; TW: miscarriage; reader is inexperience

Part two - end

Wakatoshi thrust hard one final time before he withdrew and fisted his cock, he groaned as his cum shot thick white spurts all over Y/n’s belly and breasts.

Her eyes shut as her pussy spasm even after his withdrawal, the overstimulating effect he often left her in. Her chest rose with heavy breath as her legs that were pinned to her chest were finally freed from his grip. Y/n didn’t need to open her eyes to hear he was grabbing a towel, as always, he cleaned her up afterward.

Y/n opened her eyes and reached her hand out, indicating for him to give her the towel so she could clean herself up. He ignored her reach and began wiping his essence away.

She didn’t quite understand why he preferred to ejaculate on her, only to wipe it away. Not that she wanted him to cum while he was inside of her.

She lay there with an arm over her eyes while he wiped her down, even between her legs. The first time he did this, she panicked and nearly fought him until he ordered her to remain still with his stern Captain tone.

“We have a mission coming in two days, I need you to prepare – “

“I know, I know…” Y/n cut him off, even though he repeated the same thing every time they had a mission together. Somedays she wondered if she was more his assistant than his second in command.

She rolled over as soon as he set the towel back in the basin, that was her usual cue to leave. She grabbed her yukata and was about to slip it on when she was suddenly on her back once again.

“Who said I was done?”

Y/n’s eyes widened briefly before she quickly blinked them away. Lately, Wakatoshi has been keeping her in his chamber longer than before, not satisfied until he’s had his way with her.

“I’m – I’m sore,” Y/n murmured, cheeks flushing.

Y/n didn’t know the true meaning of soreness until her first night with her Captain. She has gone through the exact training and exercise the rest of her team has endured to earn their current position regardless of her gender and never once has she uttered a complaint, even in the face of soreness.

She knew she was inexperienced and lacked education about sharing a man’s bed since she was essentially raised a boy by her grandfather and spent most of her time in the company of men.

Since the day she rose to second in command, there was never a mission she was not by her captain’s side but the one time that she was assigned to a different mission that he only trusted her to handle… he returned in a state of discomfort.

“What happened to him?” Y/n demanded, being blocked at Captain’s doorway by Shirabu and Ohira.

Reon avoided Y/n’s eyes, “he… uh – there… he’ll be fine in a couple of… hours. Or days.”

She narrowed her eyes at him before looking at Kenjiro, she knew he would tell her, he was the closest to her on the team. “Tell me Jiro – what’s wrong with Cap?”

Kenjiro looked uncomfortable under her strict gaze before sighing, “he was exposed to some unknown powder during this mission…”

Y/n’s eyes widened, and she made a move to brush past them and see for herself how the captain’s well-being was but they blocked her once more. “Move,” she demanded sternly, never once speaking to them with that tone.

Reon raised his hands in a defense mechanism, “listen, Y/n… you can’t see him right now… for his dignity… and maybe your safety.”

They were speaking in a circle and it was making Y/n frustrated.

“Yes, it is best if you don’t see him within the next… maybe a few days…” Kenjiro added, trying to avoid eye contact.

“If you guys do not get to the point and tell me exactly what is wrong with Cap, I will put you both down.”

Both men’s breath hitched as they straightened their shoulders in reflex. Kenjiro looked at Reon before he nodded. Kenjiro, the team’s medic expert exhaled before speaking, “we believe the unknown drug is a form of an aphrodisiac.” He paused, “since discovering this, Cap… Cap is in pain.”

“Are there no medicine or herbs to help?”

Kenjiro shook his head, “no, it will flush out of his system in time or… with assistance.”

“What kind of assistance?”

“Sexual… he is in a state of sexual desire… that is the only other way to help him is to meet his sexual desires.”

At that exact moment, all three of them jumped when they heard a crash coming within the Captain’s chamber. Both Kenjiro and Reon entered his room finding their captain on the floor naked.

Y/n has seen Wakatoshi topless many times due to tending his wounds but never has she seen him completely naked.

Wakatoshi turned his head, looking at Y/n with hooded dark eyes. “Y/n…” he groaned, a hand reaching out to her. “I need you…”

Kenjiro and Reon struggled to get him back on his feet, dragging him back to his futon.

“Y/n, you should leave – your presence might make it more difficult for –“ Kenjiro is knocked on his feet when Wakatoshi pushes him aside, trying to stand and make his way towards Y/n. “Y/n, leave!”

Reon interfered and wrapped his strong arms around Wakatoshi, “Wakatoshi, you are not in your right mind right now – please go back to the futon!” He was close to pulling the man with the same body size as his back to the futon until Wakatoshi maneuvered, shoving him off– making him fall right on top of Kenjiro, and knocking the wind out of him.

“Jiro!” Y/n ran towards the two but was caught by Wakatoshi in a bear hug. “Cap – get a hold of yourself!” She tried to pull herself free but it was futile when he held on to her tightly. His nose pressed against her exposed collarbone before she felt his hot tongue lick along her neck.

Looking at an unconscious Kenjiro and Reon who is trying to wake him up, a hand grips her jaw forcing her to look into the dark eyes of her captain.

“Only look at me, Y/n.” He growled, before pressing his lips against hers.

Y/n moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “Reon, take Jiro and leave! I’ll handle Wakatoshi from here.” Reon refused, shaking his head but before he could protest, Y/n commanded him. “Go, now!”

Reon lifted the lanky Kenjiro into his arms and tossed him over his shoulder before hurrying out, closing the door behind him.

Immediately, she pushed against him with her might until he let her go. “Wakatoshi… this isn’t like you.” Her captain, whom she had known for years stalked her like she was his prey.

Jiro’s words earlier echo in her ears, meet his sexual desires…

Letting out a frustrated breath, she began to untie her uniform. Each piece of clothing dropped on the ground by her feet until she stood before him naked. She had some knowledge about intimacy between a man and a woman and heard plenty of tips from the men on her team.

She just needed to trick him, get him on the bed so she could knock him out.

Wakatoshi approached her, he looked taller and bigger without his clothing.

Was his shoulders always this broad? She found herself lost in admiration.

“Y/n,” he murmured, reaching to lift her chin so their gaze could meet. “You’re so…” his eyes drop to appreciate her naked form, “beautiful.” His arm snaked around her waist, pressing her against him.

Y/n gasped, feeling the hard ripples of his body pressed against her but what caught her off guard was his cock she has been avoiding was pressing against her abdominal. She pressed her palms against his chest to put space but Wakatoshi was faster, his hands picked her up easily off the ground. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and legs around his torso. She can feel his rough callus hands supporting her naked bottom.

“Kiss me, Y/n… please…”

He held her higher, making her look down at him. Her cheeks flushed as he gazed at her desperately, pleadingly for her to put him out of his misery. Leaning down, she pressed her mouth against him, meeting his kiss hungrily.

She has kissed one other man but has never kissed them as intensely as now. She couldn’t recognize the lewd moans that were coming from her mouth continuing to meet Wakatoshi’s movement.

“Wai – wait Captain – “ she broke off the kiss, and flinched when she heard him growl in disappointment. His lips move to her jaw, nipping down to her throat. She looked over at the futon to see if she could get him to lie down, then maybe she could take the opportunity and knock him unconscious.

“I need you,” Wakatoshi murmured against her throat. “Need you now, Y/n… please…”

She gently lifted his face, meeting his dilated pupils with her gaze. Her heart raced faster than ever before. Throughout her entire life, she has never been swayed by anything yet at this moment, her heart and mind wanted to give in. She felt an undeniable yearning to yield, to grant him what he sought. “O – okay,” she heard herself say, “just once…” Her heart skipped a beat when his pouty lips curved into a smile, “don’t – don’t make me regret it…”

Wakatoshi muttered something under his breath before moving. Y/n turned her head to see where he was carrying her and frowned when he walked straight to the dresser and set her slightly on the edge. He pulled away and her eyes locked with his thick hard cock that was leaking from the tip. Her belly was smeared of the white milky essence.

Any words she had was lost as she watched him stroke his cock, her jaw dropped unknowingly as she has never seen something so exotic before.

He stepped forward, pressing the tip to her pussy, bit by bit he pushed forward and groaned, “relax for me.”

The tip impaled her entrance, making her tense at the foreign intrusion. “I can’t…” Y/n shook her head, whimpering, “I’ve never done this before… this is weird…”

“Look at me,” she looked up, the tone demanding her as her Captain.

Wakatoshi pressed his lips to hers, his tongue immediately searching to tangle with hers. As soon as she was distracted, he thrust in one go, fully embedded inside of her pussy.

He wrapped an arm around her back to keep her from pushing away from him. He cooed soothing words kissing her mouth as she swore at him about hurting her.

“You’re okay,” he repeated, kissing her tears away. “You can do this, you can take me, Y/n… I know you can otherwise I wouldn’t need you…”

Her fist gently beat against his shoulders, “you’re too… you’re too big…”

Wakatoshi half chuckled and choked a groan as her hot walls throb around his cock. He slowly began moving his hip in shallow thrusts until her wetness has lubricated his cock. As soon as it became easier for his entire length to penetrate her fully, his thrusts fastened. He groaned, pressing his forehead against hers, “you’re too tight… fuck I love it though… you feel so good…” Her soft whimpers gradually turned into moans as he continued to coo assuring affirmation. “You’re doing good… so good… you’re so good for me.” He hooked one of her legs over his arm, widening her legs to accommodate when he thrust inside her again. “You’re taking me so well…”

Y/n followed his gaze and looked down and was mesmerized at his cock pump into her pussy. How is it that seconds ago it was pain she felt, but now it is pleasure? “Cap – “

“My name.”

She peered up at him, biting down on her lip to hold in her lewd moans she never knew she could make.

“My name, Y/n.” He commanded again with a soft tone, “say my name.”

She shook her head, it felt too intimate saying his name while his cock was buried deep inside of her.

He shook his head with a grin, “stubborn woman.” He hooked his other arm underneath her knee, lifting her completely off the dresser. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

She followed his command and immediately regretted it when he easily lifted her hips and began thrusting into her at the same time. Y/n’s grip tightened around his neck being at his mercy. “Cap – “

“Say my name!” Wakatoshi growled, nipping her ear. When she still refused, he sped his movement along with bouncing her harder on his cock.

“My Lord!”

Wakatoshi's movement halted as he unexpectedly heard her address him in that term. “Ahh… fuck…” he cursed as his cock pulsated. “Y/n… you little tease…” he whispered hotly into her ear. He just came but he was not close to being satisfied.

Y/n’s eyes widen as she quickly leaned back to look at him when he continue to keep rocking her on his cock. “What –“ The rest of her words turned into a moan as he started to bounce her on his cock. “Wait – you just – “

His hot breath teased her ear as he nipped the lobe, “more Y/n… I need more…”

“Wa – Waka – Toshi! Wait – you’re going too – fast!” Her ears were tuning in the lewd sound of their skin slapping together. “’Toshi! Stop – I feel – I feel weird!” Each time his cock filled her for a split second, it sends a pulse to the place she never knew existed. Her lower belly quivered like she was going to explode any second.

“Let go, Y/n – cum for me…” he whispered and commanded, “cum on my cock.”

Her back arched, her toes curled and her head thrown back as her body trembled. Her pussy throbbed and constricted around his cock. Wakatoshi's low groan mixed with hers as he finally stopped thrusting into her.

Her eyes widen feeling something warm shoot inside of her for the second time. Y/n fell limp against him, her head resting against the crook of his neck and shoulder as the last ounce of strength she had depleted.

Wakatoshi was lost in his world, still coming down from his high. His cock was still hard, the drug had not completely worn off even after such intense sex. “Y/n?” he called her name. When she did not respond he lifted her enough to slip his cock out. He heard something spill and glanced down to see a pool of milky essence.

He could feel her steady breath fanning his neck and secure his grip around her bottom, carrying her gently to the futon.

“Just stay.”

Y/n blinked, breaking out of the memories of how their rendezvous had commenced. “No, I want to sleep in my chamber.” She quickly got up but he caught her wrist, gazing at her with a soft expression that she had seen recently and making her heart race.

“Are you okay?” His tone filled with worry. “Shall I escort you back to your chamber?”

She shook her head, brushing his hand off, “I am okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hurried before he could convince her to stay. Each time, it was becoming a challenge to say no to him.

[5 days later]

It has been a few hours since Y/n finally woke up from days of deep slumber.

All she could recollect from the mission was that they were ambushed. Before heading out, she had an eerie and unsettling feeling about the mission that she had never felt before. Half a day into their mission something did not feel right when her six senses noticed the quietness around them.

Whatever had happened has been blocked out of her memories.

It was evident of her substantial injuries, her right shoulder was bandaged from an arrow piercing, and a stab wound in her left thigh.

Those were expected injuries, however, the one she did not expect and was still wrapping her head around even after the doctor had left her chambers was that she had miscarried.

She was pregnant.

Since the doctor left, her hand had been resting on her abdomen, where her unborn baby is no longer living.

She was foolish to disregard the risk of pregnancy after many nights spent in her captain's bed. He had been careful to withdraw and ejaculate on her body. Y/n was oblivious to the idea that she could still conceive otherwise. Looking back, she must have conceived from her first night with him. It would be likely that she might have been pregnant prior to them making their intimate meetups a routine. She recalled the peculiar feeling of him cumming continuously inside of her the first night and it was that moment when she was lost in her bliss and pleasure she neglected to take any precautions.

The doctor determined the miscarriage was likely caused by the excessive blood loss she suffered. Her wounds themselves had put her body in shock and if the doctor calculated correctly, Y/n was more than three months along in the pregnancy. “You were still in the risky stages of pregnancy, it is nothing to dwell on as most women face this risk altogether.”

Her hand pressed against her flat belly, recollecting a few days prior when she noticed the slight weight gain but did not put too much thought into it.

“Captain went berserk.” Shirabu quietly informed, “you may not know but after everything, we believe that the ambush was to take you out first and then everyone else. Every one of them targeted you while you were trying to keep Captain safe.”

Y/n pondered, confused as to why she would have been the target but it would make sense strategically if enemies cannot get to the main target, then take out their protector first.

“My guess is that if they took you out first, it would be easier to take out the rest of us.” Shirabu stood up, “but please rest, for the time being, you are ordered to rest. Captain has ordered a checklist for the doctor to sign off before you’re allowed to return.” He kept it to himself, but he was sure the Captain would not let her return to active duty. He knew that Ushijima Wakatoshi would never allow her to lift her sword or wear her uniform after this mission.

“Shirabu,” Y/n called his name quietly, “does he – does he know about –“

Shirabu reached for her hand and squeezed it, “yes, he knows but only a few of us, including me and Reon. Do not fret, no one else won’t know.”

After he left her to rest, Y/n stared out the window and she didn’t notice the tears that slipped from the corner of her eyes.

Wakatoshi needed a moment to absorb Y/n’s report. His breath caught in his throat when the doctor reported to him her injuries and informed him additionally, the news of her miscarriage.

“This is precisely why some argue against women serving in the Shiratorizawa Scout regime,” he lamented, shaking his head in disappointment. “This incident alone could potentially lead to her removal as second in command once the report makes it up to the leadership and shame the regime altogether.” Closing his briefcase, he remarked, “the loss of the child has placed a significant mental burden on her. I do not believe she was aware that she was pregnant.” He pushed his specs upward, “even if she isn’t removed from the squad, it’s uncertain whether she’ll fully recover.”

The doctor remained entirely unaware of the identity of the person he was addressing, oblivious to the fact that Ushijima Wakatoshi was, in fact, the father of the unborn child.

Wakatoshi loomed over the diminutive doctor, whose expression swiftly transformed into one of fear. “You will not breathe a word of this outside these walls, do you comprehend?” Wakatoshi cautioned.

The doctor nodded, responding barely audible as he muttered, “un – understood.”

After dismissing him, Wakatoshi sat in his chair in deep thought. Had Y/n really not known she was pregnant all this time? And when did it happen? He had been careful to pull out every time even if he wanted nothing more than to cum inside of her…

“Argh,” he groaned, burying his face into his hands. If Y/n was pregnant, it meant that it must have been from the first time. Memories came flooding back as he remembers the exhilarating feeling when he would watch his cum ooze out every time he thrust back into her. His cock was still hard as a rock even after so many rounds. Y/n would whimper, crying out that she was too full of his cum and he would fuck his cum back into her until they were both sticky with their mixed essence.

“This is all my fault,” he muttered, fingers fisting his hair tightly. She was in this predicament because of him.

Wakatoshi shook his head to shake off the memories, it was not the time to think about the past. He shot up from his seat and headed towards Y/n’s room.

Entering her room with a hushed step, he discovered her seated by the window, her expression devoid of emotion. It was a welcome sight compared to finding her asleep every time he visited.

His gaze shifted to the untouched tray of food and he let out a sigh, remarking gently, “you’ve hardly touched your meal.”

As soon as their eyes met, Wakatoshi swiftly approached her, kneeling by her side and enveloping her in his arms, cradling her delicate form. Aside from tangling their limbs in bed, outside of that, they refrained from touching one another. He whispered softly, his voice filled with concern, “please, tell me. What do you want? What can I do to bring the light back into your eyes?” His words were muffled as he buried his face into her lap, seeking to comfort her.

After a brief pause, he raised his head and gazed into her vacant eyes. Even while kneeling, he remained taller than her as she occupied the chair. Tenderly, he cradled her cheek and gently urged, “Y/n, please, speak to me.”

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest.

His embrace grew tender as he enveloped her, holding her tightly. A hitch in his breath accompanied her trembling form and muffled sobs against his yukata.

All he could offer was a tighter grip, a comforting presence in her time of need.

[2 weeks later]

Reon and Kenjiro did not dare breathe as Wakatoshi was a ticking bomb.

Many often found him intimidating, though he was truly a gentle giant.

But in this particular moment, gentleness was nowhere to be found.

Their gaze fixated on the slightly crumpled piece of paper clutched tightly in their Captain’s hand. It was almost certain that this was the official report regarding Y/n’s release from duty. The entire team had just been informed of her release and had come to inquire more information about it from their Captain, only to discover that he was the last to be informed.

Wakatoshi let out a low exhale, his focus still zoned out as he recollected his and Y/n’s last conversation.

“They will remove me.” Y/n said to Wakatoshi, “promise me you’ll pick Reon to replace me.”

Wakatoshi brought their foreheads together, “you’re not getting replaced, I’ll make sure your report only lists your injuries, nothing more.” He was willing to do anything to keep her by his side. He locked eyes with her, gazing into hers. “You are not alone.” His hand tightened behind her nape, “it was my child too, Y/n.” His statement must have caught her off guard as she flinched. “I may not know the pain you’re feeling, the suffering and the grieving but know this Y/n, I am in pain too. I’m suffering too. And I’m grieving for our child too.” His features softened, and he leaned up to kiss her forehead. “I’ll take all responsibility, I am at fault.” Wakatoshi sighed softly, he cupped her face with both hands, “Y/n, if you can give me six months, I will step down as Captain and we can settle down anywhere you would like.”

Y/n frowned and pulled away from his touch. “No, you shouldn’t do that.”

Wakatoshi frowned in return, “why not?”

“You do not need to do that for me, please don’t do that for me.” She pulls away from him completely, standing up and walking away. “It was not your fault at all, Cap. It wasn’t like you forced me, I allowed myself to get involved with you.”

“And it was my carelessness that made you pregnant, therefore, my responsibility.”

“And I am telling you that you do not need to take responsibility for it.” She shot back, “I am tired, please leave me alone.”

Wakatoshi left without uttering another word, and that marked the final exchange and encounter between them. The next day, he was promptly dispatched on a mission, keeping him away for half a week. Upon his return, exhaustion overcame him, and he slumbered for a continuous sixteen hours. When he finally awoke and sought out Y/n, her room was void of any presence. He initially assumed she might have been on break or he had approached at an inopportune moment, only to find her room empty upon his return each subsequent day.

“Captain,” Reon called out quietly, “what…”

“I don’t know, but I will find out,” Wakatoshi promised, exiting his office. He marched straight into his leader’s office without notice and slammed the letter on the desk. “What is this?” his voice is low and quiet.

The individual whom Wakatoshi regarded as a father figure let out a sigh and removed his glasses, setting the stage for a silent and intense gaze-lock between them. “It is exactly what it means, Wakatoshi.” He sighed, lighting up a cigarette, “I did the best I could to have her be discharged instead of dismissed. You know something like that could not have been swept under the rug.” He exhaled a puff of smoke and the frustration he had been carrying on his shoulder. “Y/n is one of a kind and she has shown nothing but loyalty and commitment to the regime. She will be a great loss to us but you both knew the bylaws.” He eyed Wakatoshi, “if it was anyone, you both would have been dismissed with dishonor but because you both are highly valued, I could only save you.”

“Tell me,” Wakatoshi began, his voice cold, “where in the bylaws states that a relationship cannot be established between a man and a woman?”

“That is the thing, you were comrades, you made the mistake and treated her like a woman.” He shook his head, “look, Waka – we are men and we have our needs but you should have found someone else, not someone who is your second-in-command.” He killed his cigarette and released the last puff of smoke.

Wakatoshi’s face hardened, “what happened and what was shared between Y/n and I is no one’s business when there are no laws that state that a man and a woman on the same Corp cannot seek a romantic relationship.” His body towered over his leader, making him slightly cower. “I’d like to see where that is written.”

“It – it may not be written but it’s definitely frowned upon.” He did not understand why Wakatoshi was making a big deal out of it. “Do you feel for this woman, Ushijima?”

“I owe you no explanation, I will be clearing my office and you will see and accept my immediate resignation letter by the end of the night.” Wakatoshi was out the door before his leader could utter a word, still processing his words.

Y/n gazed at her old and long-abandoned family home, realizing it had been over 20 years since she had last set foot inside. Pushing the gates open, she entered the property and took stock of the work that awaited her to bring it back to its former glory.

The basket in her hand has become slightly heavy filled with vegetables and meat as she shopped. Y/n stared across the market at the textile store, seeing various kimonos on display.

For years, she wore custom uniforms seven days a week, which left her with little need to have kimonos or yukatas, aside from the ones she wore to bed. The few she owned, she had brought with her, but they were all in black. As she examined the yellow kimono with white floral prints, Y/n found herself strangely drawn to it.

“I thought it was you, Y/n.”

Y/n looked up, her eyes widening as a smile graced her lips. “Chigaya Maru.”

She lost count of how many years it had been since she last saw him, from a little boy to a grown adult. His shoulders were broad and well-built, and she couldn’t help but believe that he had likely assumed the mantle of their family’s longstanding sword-smithing business.

“My mom would be so thrilled to hear you have finally returned home.” His expression softened as he smiled, “we’ve all missed you.”

Maru walked beside Y/n in silence as they made their way back to her house. “Come by the shop tomorrow, I’ll show you the pieces I’ve made.”

They made it to the front gates, “sounds good, I’ll swing by soon. Have a good night, Maru.” She entered the gates, closing them behind her. She waited until she heard Maru’s footsteps fade before entering her home.

Her home still required cleaning and some additional repairs, but it was now habitable, and being in this familiar setting brought her a comforting sense of reassurance.

She laid down on the new futon she purchased and rolled over towards the window. For the first time in her life, she felt so alone.

It hadn’t occurred to her that her team may have been strangers at one point, but they all became brothers to her and became a family to her.

The captain’s face entered her thoughts, and she tightly shut her eyes, feeling the pain in her heart intensify, the ache of missing him becoming almost unbearable. Did he know of her absence by now?

In such a short amount of time that they were intimately involved, she would have never imagined how challenging it would be now to walk away from someone when they made you feel… loved and wanted. And made you feel like a woman.

Her hand slipped down and in between her legs as the place in between her legs ached.

Ushijima Wakatoshi made her addicted to his touch.

Her fingers slipped in between her yukata as she pressed the aching nub before sliding the pad of her fingers along her slit like how he always did it.

Y/n rolled onto her back and widened her legs, her finger teased her clit, rubbing it in circles. A lewd whimper escaped her lips the moment her finger slipped past her folds. “’Toshi…”

Her fingers were nothing compared to his but she tried to mimic his movements.

She let her mind imagine that they were his, that he was there in between her legs and fingering her with not one, or two but three of his thick fingers, curling them each time they were knuckle deep.

Her other hand caresses her chest until she finds her perky nipple, twisting and tugging it.

Wakatoshi never spared her nipples, always suckling them like how she had seen a mother breastfeed her baby. She had never seen a woman nurse a baby before and couldn’t help but be reminded when Wakatoshi’s lips found hers and suckled hard.

The naive Y/n had thought with the way he was suckling, milk would come out. “Toshi… you’re sucking too hard… I don’t have milk for you.” She blurted out.

He lifted his head, caught off guard by her comment. “Of course, you wouldn’t have milk, you aren’t lactating.” He chuckled at the confused expression, “you are not pregnant, you do not need to fret about lactating.”

“But you keep sucking like…” she blushed, turning her face away.

Wakatoshi gently gripped her chin and turned her face so they were looking at one another, “like what?”

“Like a… baby.”

“Like this?” he takes her nipple back into his mouth and suckles hard. “Do you like it when I do that?”

She nodded her head, “yes… I do.”

Y/n’s fingers easily thrust in and out of her pussy with how wet she has become. “Toshi…” she repeated, calling his name as her fingers fastened until her orgasm erupted. Her hot gummy walls squeezed and trembled around her fingers.

She looks down, seeing her legs spread wide and fingers still inside her pussy. She had never touched herself before yet, here she is, pleasuring herself the way Wakatoshi did. Her head falls back onto her pillow as she imagined how he would have cum all over her abdomen, his groan each time spurts ejaculated from the tip of his thick cock. She remembered the first time he had done so, he smeared it over her skin like it was lotion.

Y/n spread her palm over her abdomen, rubbing it like Wakatoshi had always done so. Her hand paused as she thought about her child who was no longer growing within her.

She found it amusing how overnight, she could change from a woman who would not hesitate to kill on sight to a woman who grieved for the child she did not know. She never knew the latter woman even existed in her. In an instant, she no longer wanted to be part of the Corp, the almost maternal instinct within her took over and the new her wanted nothing to do with that lifestyle no more. It was best she left the Corp and returned home to settle quietly and start a new life.

[Five months later]

A towel pressed along her forehead, dabbing the sweat she wasn’t even aware of. Maru smiled softly down at her, “don’t strain yourself, Y/n.”

Y/n returned the smile and nodded, “don’t worry, I’m not.” She continued to sharpen the katana.

She was blessed with a job with the Chigaya. They were in need of a sword sharpener and that was a specialty Y/n possessed. The business sales increased drastically within days as many sought to have their sword refined.

“It is a mixture of pressure and light-handed when sharpening,” Y/n informed, showing Maru one afternoon. “You must use the right amount of water along with the pressure to stay consistent and prevent any damage to the sword.”

Maru’s father walks in, carrying a sword carefully in his arms. He set it on a stand, “here is another drop-off.” He sighed, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Y/n. For generations, the family business thrived, but since Y/n had joined the team and taken on the role that had remained vacant for two decades, the business had experienced a remarkable resurgence. The word had spread like wildfire, and Chigaya Swords was not attracting clients from far and wide.

“Thank you, I will get to it shortly here,” Y/n answered with a smile. She does the final wipe-down before sliding the sword she was refining back into its scabbard.

“Y/n,” Maru’s father called her name softly, “where did you learn sword sharpening skills?”

“When my grandfather came for me, I stayed with him while he was still serving in the Corp. Being the only girl, I wasn’t exactly welcomed or liked and the man who was in charge of managing the weapons room, allowed me to help when I would always watch him from his doorway.” She is reminded how she was always pestering the man she called Uncle with questions to the point where he just had her try it out for herself. It wasn’t afterward that he realized that she might be useful to him after all and took her in as his apprentice.

When her Uncle was not welding a sword, he was teaching her how to hold a sword, how to swing, and everything there is to know.

At the age of seventeen, her Uncle encouraged her to join the swordsman tournament within the Corp, the winner would be recognized as a member of the Corp. On the day of the event, she shocked the entire crowd but nothing could be counted against her as there were no rules stating a woman could not participate.

She shocked the crowd a second time in one day when she was the last one standing, winning the tournament.

Y/n turned down the offer to join the Corp, insisting she would become a weapon welder.

For the first time, her grandfather, patted her head, “I am proud of you.”

He was murdered during an abrupt attack on the base. Y/n herself was gravely injured but as soon as her wounds healed, she hunted down the man who was responsible for her grandfather’s death and others.

She returned, bloody and battered but with the head of the Colonel.

Maru’s father affectionately patted her head, evoking memories of her grandfather and uncle, the last two who had done so. “We are deeply thankful to you,” he expressed. “Finding a skilled sword sharpener is no easy task. Not everyone possesses the gift touch to refine a blade as you do.” He looks past Y/n and at Maru, “come, I need your help.”

The two men leave the room that has become Y/n’s sanctuary. She reached to touch the top of her head and smiled. Such a simple gesture but it has always warmed her heart and soul.

Y/n peered out the window, her view obscured by the torrential rain. Rainy days had always made her sword-sharpening sessions feel therapeutic. Her gaze then shifted to the last remaining sword, the one Maru’s father had recently delivered.

She let out a sigh and extended her hand toward the sword.

Just as her hand was about to make contact with it, something jolted her, causing her hand to freeze in mid-air, a mere centimeters away from the sword. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she instantly recognized the handle of the sword.

“Your sword, Lord Ushijima,” Y/n spoke softly, carefully lifting the sword with both hands and offering it to him. “I hope you won’t mind that I completed your sword for you. We both know… Uncle would have been honored to present you with this blade.”

Uncle had just completed the construction of a custom-made sword for Lord Ushijima Wakatoshi, only to succumb to a fatal medical condition shortly thereafter. When Y/n and the others discovered him, he wore a serene smile on his face, having peacefully departed from the world.

“I’ve made some adjustments to the handle,” she said, lifting the sword above her head. “I believe a longer handle will be more fitting for you, especially since you swing with your left hand. This added length will provide both increased flexibility and stability in your swings.”

Y/n’s hands trembled as she gingerly lifted the sword. Among the swords she worked on so far, the Captain’s sword was the only one she knew of that had an additional inch and a half added to the handle.

There was but one way to confirm the sword’s owner. With a gentle pull of the scabbard, she revealed the blade, and as she turned it, her breath caught her throat.

As the final touch before handing the sword to its rightful owner, she meticulously engraved the letterings: Shiratorizawa – Ushijima Wakatoshi

E/n: next part might be shorter or like half of this.

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cottonlemonade · 2 months

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Change Of Plans

word count: 735 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: UniversityAU!Semi x chubby!Reader

genre: smut, established relationship

warnings: mdni, nsfw

synopsis: you tease him in front of his friends

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It was raining outside and you were feeling particularly bratty today. The original plan had been to go to the park for a cozy picnic in the clear October sun but instead you had to opt for watching the heavy grey clouds march along the sky, the rain racing down the large window of the common room.

You sighed and pouted. Staying in with your boyfriend would have been perfectly fine, but the others had caught you before you could sneak away to his dorm room and invited you to a movie marathon. Spending time with his friends would also be perfectly fine, if it weren’t for the fact that you had barely seen Semi in the last couple of weeks, due to the fact you were both busy with uni.

Caught up in your somber thoughts, you were a little startled feeling Semi‘s warm, strong arms snake around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, angel.”, he murmured. You could just make out his face in the faint reflection on the window. He turned his head to kiss your cheek.

“It’s not like you can control the weather, baby.” you leaned back against him, making him tighten his hug and kiss the crook of your neck, exposed in your oversized sweater, lingering for a second too long, slipping his hand easily underneath the hem to gently knead your soft tummy.

“I‘m sure we can sneak out after the first movie.” He set another kiss to your temple.

“Found it!” Shirabu came into the common room, smiling and waving a DVD box through the air. As he fumbled with the TV, the other guys and you settled onto the couch and surrounding armchairs.

Some poor drenched delivery person had arrived just a few minutes prior with a whole load of food and snacks that were now spread out on the common room table.

Semi, ever the gentleman, covered your lap with a fluffy blanket, before slipping under it himself and putting his arm around your shoulder so you could lean comfortably against him.

Tendou sat to his other side, staring at his phone.

You made it through about ⅔ of the first Hobbit movie without any incidents. The sky darkened further, drowning the dorm in a solemn half gloom.

Semi had absentmindedly started to caress your shoulder, drawing patterns on your skin, giving you goosebumps even in the cozy warmth of the blanket and his body against yours.

As if on accident you laid your hand on his thigh, a normal thing to do, so he didn’t question it. But as the minutes crawled on and you felt increasingly needy for his touch, you moved your hand up his leg, inch by tantalizing inch.

From the corner of your eye you saw him biting his lips and shift a bit when you got a little too high. He threw you a quick inquiring look, chewing his lips unconsciously, his breathing getting shallower. You pretended like nothing was happening and started to palm his cock through his sweats, unable to conceal a tiny smirk when you felt how hard he already was. Apparently you weren’t the only one who had missed the moments in the small hours of the morning when everyone was asleep and you could be sure to stay undisturbed.

He had stopped to move his hand on your shoulder, probably concentrating on keeping quiet as you increased the pressure ever so slightly. Semi was in hell. He wanted to take you to his room already, to have you all to himself, kiss you until you were out of breath while working his magic fingers between your legs. He wanted you to straddle his lap and just roll your deliciously plush hips until he came deep inside you. He just needed release, but that was impossible at the lazy pace you were going. He actually let out a gasp when he felt your warm hand finally slip into his sweats, which was gladly covered by loud war cries from the movie, so the others didn’t notice. He leaned close to your ears, biting his lips as not to whimper and whispered “Please stop, baby…” torn between actually needing you to stop and oh so much needing you to continue.

“Dude, it’s literally the middle of the day.” he heard Tendou‘s low voice from his other side, feeling his friend’s knowing smirk.

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#semi x chubby reader #haikyuu semi x chubby reader #semi x reader #haikyuu semi #semi eita #semi smut #semi eita smut #hq semi #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu semi smut #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader

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hynko · 10 months

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STARRING : multiple haikyuu characters - hinata, kageyama, tsukkishima, kuroo, kenma, lev, oikawa, iwaizumi, kunimi, koganegawa, futakuchi, bokuto, akaashi, konoha, ushijima, tendou, semi, shirabu, goshiki, terushima, sakusa, komori, kita, aran, tsumu & samu, suna

GENRE : drama / rom-com / angst. smau and writing combined

TAGLIST : cmnt if u want 2 b added <3

Status: ongoing & active

TWS: suggestive, minor depictions of violence, possible smut?? comedic but ANGSSSTTTT. implies sensitive topics, which will be indicated on the story tws.

synopsis. y/n is a rising star and a global phenomenon, loved and admired by millions. However, fame comes with a price. As many looked down upon and envied her, wishing for her downfall, y/n’s flourishing career was taken aback as a rival starts a scandal. Shocking many fans, leaving them worried, confused and disappointed. Distressed, she comes back to the one place which made her happy. But soon she discovers there may be more to unravel in her life, secrets that risks people lives, including hers. What lengths will she take to save her career?

au note: been awhile since i’ve written 😭 but this is obv inspired by The Idol. all haikyuu characters belong to furudate.

ೃ⁀➷ CHAPTER LISTS !

00 : PROFILES

01 : ROLLING STONE

02 : ROLE MODEL

03 : DREAMS, FAIRYTAILS, FANTASIES

04 : THE PRICE OF FAME

05 : EGOMANIAC

06 : MERCEDES

07 : REHAB

08 : ADDICTIONS

hynko est 2021-2023 do not repost, translate or copy.

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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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rules+whoiwritefor ???

rules ?

• no piss,, shit,, fart kinks cs ew

• no pedophilia

• i dnt write male readers,, only gender neutral or fem!reader

• requests r always open

note ? i write in my own style: lowercase,, double commas,, no apostrophes,, slang,, etc .

fandoms + characters i write for:

artists ?

chief keef

ddosama

destroy lonely

ddot

evvls,, jaydes,, yen

juice wrld

king von

ken carson

kodak black

lil tracy minaj

lucki

luh tyler

playboi carti

skimask

trippie redd

xxxtentacion

young thug

creepypasta ?

bloody painter

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

jane the killer

jeff the killer

ticci tobi

bungo stray dogs ?

chuuya nakahara

edgar allen poe

fyodor dostoyevsky

nikolai gogol

osamu dazai

ranpo edogawa

yumeno kyusaku (Only platonic or child reader x Yumeno, no smut hes like 10.)

danganronpa ?

celestia ludenberg

ibuki mioda

kokichi oma

nagito komaeda

rantaro amami

shuichi saihara

Genshin Impact:

Albedo Kreideprinz

Chongyun

Columbina

Cyno Mahamatra

Diluc Ragnvindr

Diona (Platonic)

Dori (Platonic)

Fischl

Gorou

Hu Tao

Itto Arataki

Kazuha Kaedehara

Klee (Platonic)

Kokomi Sangonomiya

Mona Megistus

Qiqi (Platonic)

Raiden Ei

Razor

Rosaria

Sayu (Platonic)

Shenhe

Tighnari

Venti

Xiao

Yae Miko

Zhongli

Haikyuu:

Akira Kunimi

Atsumu Miya

Kei Tsukishima

Keiji Akaashi

Kenjiro Shirabu

Kenma Kozume

Kentaro Kyotani

Kiyoko Shimizu

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Kotaro Bokuto

Osamu Miya

Rintarou Suna

Satori Tendou

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Mahito

Megumi Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Toge Inumaki

Toji Fushiguro

Yuji Itadori

Naruto:

Deidara

Gaara

Hinata Hyuga

Kiba Inuzuka

Naruto Uzumaki

Neji Hyuga

Sasori

Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

Obey Me:

Asmodeus

Barbatos

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Leviathan

Mammon

Satan

Tokyo Revengers:

Emma Sano

Hajime Kokonoi

Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi

Izana Kurokawa

Kazutora Hanemiya

Keisuke Baji

Manjiro Sano

Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata

Ran Haitani

Rindou Haitani

Seishu Inui

Senju "Kawaragi" Akashi

Shuji Hanma

Souya "Angry" Kawata

Takashi Mitsuya

Wakasa Imaushi

Twisted Wonderland:

Floyd Leech

Idia Shroud

Jamil Viper

Leona Kingscholar

Lilia Vanrouge

Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

Ruggie Bucchi

Silver Vanrouge

Vil Schoenheit

YuGiOh (Duel Monsters and Arc V):

Atem

Chazz Princeton

Duke Devlin

Ishizu Ishtar

Joey Wheeler

Mai Valentine

Marik Ishtar

Maximillion Pegasus

Ryou Bakura

Seto Kaiba

Sora Perse

Yami Bakura

Yami Marik

Yami Yugi

Yugi Muto

Yuya Sakaki

Thief King Bakura

Miscellaneous:

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous)

Amane "Hanako" Yugi (TBHK)

Ayato Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Camilo Madrigal (Encanto)

carlos madrigal

ciel phantomhive

connie springer

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Dabi (MHA)

Denki Kaminari (MHA)

Eren Yeager

Gowther (Seven Deadly Sins)

Himiko Toga (MHA)

Hotaro Oreki (Hyouka)

Iguro Obanai

Illumi Zoldyck (HxH)

Isaac "Zack" Foster (Angels of Death)

Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom)

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Killua (HxH) (No Smut)

Kusuo Saiki (TDLOSK)

Levi Ackerman

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock)

Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

Micah Yujin (Error143)

Mikasa Ackerman

Mitsuri Kanroji

Muichiro Tokito

Nagi Seishiro (Blue Lock)

Ray (TPN) (No Smut)

Ray "Saeran" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Ryuunosuke Chiba (Assassination Classroom)

Sae Itoshi (Blue Lock)

Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Saeyoung "707" "Luciel" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Suit!Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Unknown (Mystic Messenger)

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lilsluttyy · 1 year

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" how long do we have to wait "

✪ Ujishima Wakatoshi x masc reader

✪ warning: internalised homophobia , crying , fluff , light smut , angst

✪ highschool au

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Request from : @best-cell

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You and Ujishima has been friends since you two were kids, mainly because of your family that is. You two share the same interest in volleyball , and it's the reason why both of you enroll into Shiratorizawa. People around you would always tease you two , saying how Ujishima and you look like a married couple. You would always deny it and laugh it off , but past these days you felt something grew in you. Everytime he would call out to you , you would feel butterflies in your stomach whenever he's by your side you feel flustered.

Now here you are looking at your own reflection, your family thought you that liking someone who is the same gender is very wrong. You've been ignoring this feelings from the beginning, whenever you felt flustered around Ujishima you would always remember what your family said. ' now listen to me son..being a homosexual is very wrong ' ' if we ever find out about you being like those disgusting people..we will disown you ' ' I am hoping you won't turn out to be a disappointment son '. Those words bounces back and forth within your mind , at one point you wanted to separate yourself from Ujishima to get away from these feelings.

When you stepped out of your house you were greeted by Ujishima , he muttered a good morning and you just smiled as a answer. " Waka-kun you always wait for me but you never let me wait for you " you pouted , he patted your head and just kept on walking. You felt your heart beating loudly , but it hurts so bad you just wished that this feelings disappeared. Tendou greeted you and Ujishima, he starts babbling about his day on the way to the gym for morning practice.

After practice we head back to class we separated from the rest , you sighed heading in your class leaving Ujishima behind. He then sat beside you , after a couple of minutes the teacher finally joined in. You didn't bother listening to whatever she was saying , Ujishima noticed that you were not paying attention he tapped your shoulder " you should pay attention.." you just looked at him with a blank face then nodded.

It was recess and you were sitting together with the team as usual , they would talk about they're classes and complain. Then Goshiki suddenly asked " Senpai are you and Ushiwaka-senpai dating? " Semi hit Goshiki's head , before you could chime in Ujishima beat you to it " it's not ideal for a guy to date another guy.." he answered and went straight back to eating.

' well I've got my answers..' you didn't really know why were you shocked at his response, the whole team went silent but Tendou broke the silence with his story. You didn't have an appetite anymore, Shirabu noticed the change in your behaviour " Senpai are you not hungry..? " . You didn't want him to worry so you just smiled " ah..I don't think I have an appetite for now.." you then stood up and excused yourself. You just wanted to hide , you head towards the bathroom.

You stopped your tracks , tears were dripping down your face once you were at the bathroom you locked yourself in one of the stalls. " What did I expect from him..of course he would say that.." you whispered to yourself, you just felt disgusted by yourself " why can't I be normal why and I like this.." you couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

When you return to your class , your teacher had arrived already you went to him and apologize for your tardiness and went to sit down. " are you ok..? " you heard Ujishima asked , you decided to ignore those feelings once and for all but in this decision you decided that you need to keep your distance from him. You just hummed and payed attention to the teacher , Ujishima knew something was wrong your eyes looked puffy and red but when he asked you about it you either shrug it off or just told him to mind his own business.

You changed these past few days, and everyone notice it. It started when you told Ujishima to stop waiting for you in front of your house. As much as you like it , it's for the better you drifted away no matter what he do to be close to you , you would always find a way to run away from him. You stopped hanging out with the team during recess when it was volleyball practice you only talk to him if it was for help or friendly match. Ujishima was worried about you, he was worried that it might be something he said.

Whenever he visited your house along with his parents , you would avoid making eye contact with him and excused yourself. Sometimes your parents would ask about this but as usual you would just shrug it off , telling them you just needed to be alone for now.

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A/n : there will be part two

#x male reader #modern haiku #x male reader angst #male reader sad

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depravitycentral · 10 months

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Haikyuu Dick Headcannons, Pt. 2

Ft. the Shiratorizawa men: Wakatoshi Ushijima, Eita Semi, Satori Tendou, Kenjirou Shirabu, Tsutomu Goshiki

Tw: implied yandere, masturbation, excessive talk of cum, spitting, facials, implied breeding, pubic hair, oversensitivity, fem reader, MDNI

Because I've sort of been neglecting my followers who came for Haikyuu content, here you are! Hopefully this will tide you over for a while <3

He’s easily six inches, and thick. It resembles the cock of a porn star; every virgin’s nightmare, with a few veins puffing out and a defined, swollen mushroom tip that always just barely slips inside you with a soft pop!Maintenance isn’t too big of a concern for him - he doesn’t really trim, instead preferring to just let it all grow wild but shower frequently to minimize any sort of odor. He doesn’t really like the way he looks shaven, not totally understanding why he should bother, because it’s natural and it’s his body. He doesn’t expect you to shave either, and will in fact question you relentlessly if you do. He’s decently sensitive, mostly because he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience - both with other people and with himself. He doesn’t jerk off much, and as a result he always lets out these slight, barely-there gasps when you touch him. He likes when you pay attention to his slit, especially if you dip your tongue against it, and his hips always jerk forward, cock pushing into your mouth and nearly choking you because it just happens so fast and forcefully – he doesn’t mean to do it, he just can’t help it. (He’ll always cup your cheek afterwards, his voice strained as he asks you if you’re okay, and he’ll promise to be gentle moving forward – which lasts right up until you pay attention to his slit again, and the cycle continues.) His balls are also pretty sensitive, and actually likes it when you go a bit rough on them – squeeze hard, and he’ll groan your name and shut his eyes tightly, brows scrunching together and his knuckles turning white as he clenches his fists.

His cum is thick, and always warm – warm enough to be considered hot, really. It smears across your skin really easily when you try to wipe at it, leaving a film that can only be removed with cold water and soap, but it’s not too big of a deal because he doesn’t produce too much of it. He shoots moderately far, and he’s only able to conjure up a good three or four spurts before he’s spent. This makes cleanup pretty straight forward because although he likes seeing you with his cum on your face, he wants to be able to kiss you and trace your lips, and he’d rather clean up the mess first and then press you up against his chest to sleep. He prefers to come inside you, and will actually have to be persuaded and explicitly asked before sex if you want him to come somewhere else – it just feels more natural to finish inside you, especially because he tends to lose all self-control once he sinks inside you. (He also likes to stare once he’s pulled out, watching how some of it oozes out and dribbles down your ass cheeks, and will often reach down to stuff it back inside, getting it all over his fingers and spreading them lightly to see the way tendrils of it stick together. He’ll even show you, telling you that he wants you to keep it all inside, where it belongs.) When he’s coming he’ll always make eye contact with you, unwavering even as his hips jerk and spasm, even if he’s groaning and his arms are giving out. He likes the intimacy of eye contact and will sometimes even lightly grasp your chin and force you to look at him while he fucks you. He’s a groaner, for the most part, the sound low and rumbly, but when he gets close the groans becomes more like moans, a little higher and a little more upturned at the ends, the pleasure starting to bleed into every part of him.

His favorite way for you to touch him is just a simple, straight-forward handjob. Because he’s not that familiar with jerking himself off, there’s still a bit of thrill when you wrap your hand around his girth, your fingers barely meeting around the sheer size of him. Plus, it feels better when you do it – his own fist doesn’t rub against him the same way yours does, and he doesn’t get as sensitive with his own touch as yours – he’s told you that you jerk him off better than he can, and he means it. He likes when you go slow, flicking your wrist as you near his tip, keeping a steady, consistent rhythm and letting the dull pleasure build. He’ll keep his eyes fixed on you, watching your face and staring at your body, not saying much as you slowly work him closer and closer, simply content to just observe you as you pleasure him. He likes the intimacy of the moment, how you’re taking care of him and willing to spend so long just to make him feel good (it’s really not that long – six or seven minutes, maximum). It makes him feel special, and he’ll always end up thrusting back against your hand, getting himself just that tiny bit deeper, adding a tiny bit more friction, feeling just a tiny bit better knowing that he’s essentially fucking your hand. Reach down and play with his balls as you stroke him – lightly tug at them, rolling them between your fingers and squeezing. You’ll feel him throb in your hands, this vulnerable, genuine gasp falling from his lips, and although he’s not particularly vocal, he likes it when you are. He wants you to narrate to him what you’re doing, telling him how you’re feeling, even when he’s the one receiving the pleasure. It doesn’t have to be much – just a simple you’re so big, ‘Toshi making him bite his lip, defined abs contracting and trembling as he lets a rushed coming, just enough warning for you to prepare as ropes of warm, sticky cum shoot out, landing all over your hand and coating you in white. He wants you to lick the cum off your fingers one by one, slowly and not breaking eye contact, but he’s too shy to tell you, instead content with seeing it all over your skin. He just likes how sweet the moment is, and although he’ll immediately return the favor by settling his face between your legs for however long you’d like him to, he comes best when you’re touching him in simple, genuine ways. (And, when you’re looking at him and playing with his balls. That certainly doesn’t hurt.)

He’s thoroughly average – five inches, average girth, average sensitivity, just a truly utilitarian, satisfactory cock. However, Eita’s got enough experience to know what to do with said cock, how to make you cry out and cream on him and clench down on him like a fucking vice. He’s very observant, eyes always watching your reactions to things, studying the way you bite your lip when he’s thrusting into you, the way you grip at the sheets, even the way you moan his name. He’s perfected the art of rolling his hips, actually thrusting rather than jackhammering, pushing in fast but pulling out slowly so that you can feel every ridge and inch of him. He’s also got very good aim – once he’s found your sweet spot, he’s able to target his thrusts pretty precisely, hitting at least the general area with every punch of his hips. The end result is that you almost always end up coming on his cock, his thumb pressing circles against your clit to help you along. And this is great news for Eita, because he gets so much more sensitive when there’s copious amounts of slick helping guide him in and out, the extra wetness and warmth giving him just the right amount of extra stimulation to send him over the edge. He keeps himself mostly shaven, liking the way it looks, but occasionally he’ll slack a bit, leaving a layer of light stubble that tickles your cheeks when you’re taking him in your mouth.

He's a shooter, but it’s a pretty weak stream. There’s not a huge amount of force behind it, so when it lands on your body it feels like gentle rain – just with very large droplets. His cum actually tastes pretty decent, which is shocking because his diet isn’t the best, especially when he’s on the road. He likes coming on you, but the longer he spends being sexually active with you, the more he finds himself being drawn to finishing inside you, cock plugging you up between your legs. He’s always fascinated by the side of how your cunt – still convulsing a bit after the orgasm he just gave you – pushes a bit out rhythmically. (Sometimes, when he’s trying to brainstorm for song writing, he’ll think back to those rhythms, inspiration suddenly hitting him as he writes a love song, lyrics full of sexual innuendos and yearning.) Eita doesn’t come too terribly quickly, but even if he does it’s okay because he’s able to recover pretty quickly, only needing a good five minutes before he’s rock hard again, cock still covered in his cum and drooling more pre. He really enjoys overstimulating you, so this comes in handy often. He’s decently vocal during sex, but his talking takes a sharp uptake as he nears his orgasm, the words growing less understandable and more rushed as he gets closer and closer. He curses a lot, labored breaths of shit or fucking hell, babe slipping past his lips. And when he’s right on the cusp, he’s slurring out compliments and praises of you, telling you that you’re so damn pretty, lamenting on about how he loves you, chanting like a prayer mine mine mine. He hips go stock still when he’s coming, completely frozen inside you except for the pulsing, letting your walls clamp down on him and furthering his orgasm.

His favorite way for you to touch him is head, but particularly where he’s in control. He’ll always let you have your fun at first when you get on your knees for him, letting you suck and kitten lick at his tip. He’ll let you do whatever you want at first – his hips will buck a bit if you suck really, really hard at the head, but he’ll let you do whatever feels right. Eventually, though, he’ll reach a point where he wants to take over, because you pleasuring him is teasing him, not giving him quite what he’s so desperately seeking. And so, he’ll tangle his fingers in your hair, physically moving your head rather than thrusting himself, treating you like some glorified hole for him to fuck. He’s still muttering all those compliments from before, telling you that you look pretty below him, that your mouth feels good, that he’s wanted this for so damn long, all the while feeling his orgasm draw closer and closer. But the fantasy really comes into play when he finishes – wrapping his fingers around his base, pulling your head off of him and vigorously, violently rutting his fist up and down, jerking himself off as his orgasm builds and builds and builds, eventually crashing down and making him slur out your name, your mouth wide open as he aims his cock, tip right above your open mouth. He wants to control where it all lands, all against your tongue, lolled out and waiting for him. There’s something about the sight that gets him panting, and when it’s all finished he’ll want you to make a show of swallowing it, opening your mouth back up to show him you’ve gulped down every last fucking drop. He’ll want you to lean in and suckle at him a bit more, tongue swiping out to catch any remaining bits of cum, licking him clean and making sure to take everything he’s giving you. It’ll get him shivering in oversensitivity, not quite ready for another round yet, but he doesn’t mind the pain – not when he's got you on your hands and knees minutes later, sinking into you with a thumb working diligently against your clit, determined to make you feel the same as him if not even better. (Often, when his next orgasm hits him, nothing will even come out – he’s shooting blanks, every bit of cum he had to offer already having been swallowed by you earlier.)

He’s five inches, the average size but with a few above average details. When Satori gets hard, he really, really does - when you reach out to grasp at him, fingers wrapping around his shaft, he’s truly solid, truly firm to the touch. If you try to squeeze you’ll be met with resistance, his cock so genuinely swollen and desperate to be inside of you that he’s rock fucking hard. He’s veiny, too; they criss cross and decorate the length of his cock, sitting up raised and sensitive to the touch. The kind of veins you see on posts of men smoking cigarettes and having long, nimble fingers – those kinds of veins. He likes when you trail your tongue lightly along the different lines and patterns, a draw-out hiss slipping past his lips as his eyes flutter but don’t quite shut. His cock goes bright red the moment he gets hard, the pretty rose color standing out against his pale skin, nearly matching his hair. Depending on the day you catch him, he can be a bit insecure about his cock; he wants you to like it really, really badly, and the first time you’ve got him naked in front of you, he’ll be blushing and watching your every expression, hoping and praying that you like what you’re seeing, what you’re tasting, what you’re feeling. It spurs him on to hear you praise him, and the moment you say anything positive about his dick, he’s fucking you harder, faster, deeper, anything to get you crying his name and clenching down on him like you’ll never let him pull out.

His cum is thin, always running down your skin and leaving a milky trail behind. It’s plentiful; there’s just so much of it, and when he’s stuffing your mouth, he’ll often have to pull out and finish on your face to avoid choking you. (He likes this, though, if only because the sight of you with his cum dripping past your lips and down your chin gets him ready for round two, the urge to stuff every possible hole full of his cum making him near feral.) He dribbles a bit, streaming out of his tip as he pants and groans, like a faucet that hasn’t been turned off with the way it just keeps coming. His favorite place to finish is on your breasts, liking how it looks against your soft skin. He likes to scoop some up with his thumb and rub it against your nipple, smearing it and leaving a sheen against the pebbled skin. When he comes, his whole body jerks, spasming and shuddering, and he even writhes a bit, as if the pleasure is just too much for him to handle. He’s trembling before, during and after he finishes, needing quite some time to calm down. He has to reach out and grasp onto something (normally it’s you or the bedframe), trying to ground himself because his orgasms are powerful, sucking the air out of his lungs and leaving him unable to walk for a few minutes without his knees buckling. He’s a moaner, too, always saying your name or mindlessly babbling, just needing some way to express the pleasure he’s feeling all because of you.

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you ride him, bouncing yourself up and down on top of him as he lays down, clutching at the pillow behind his head. He likes the way you look, especially when you lean down too, your tits squishing against his chest as your hips keep working away at him, alternating between grinding down and thrusting, never quite letting him comfortable before changing it up. He likes when you kiss him while you fuck him, and his lips will be insistent, eager, the kiss wet and sloppy and fully of passion. He’ll ask to touch you, bringing his hands up to press against your back, tangling into your hair, cupping at your ass, always wandering and wanting to grab and touch more and more. He likes the way your cunt grips him, milking him for all he’s worth as you use him, his cock like your own personal dildo as you make a mess of him. It feels like heaven, and if you bring two fingers down, slipping them past his lips? Well, Satori is immediately sucking and moaning around them, the only thing he possibly enjoys more being when you spit into his mouth. He likes giving you control, and feeling the way you take charge and squeeze around his length gets his head spinning and his chest heaving, his orgasm drawing closer alarmingly quickly with every bounce of your hips. You feel like heaven, and he’ll want to finish inside you, sending ropes of his cum as deeply inside you as possible – this angle lets him get as deep as physically possible, and he’ll want you to just lay with him afterwards, cock still nestled in your cunt as you sooth sweet words down at him, playing with his hair and letting him calm down from the very slight subspace you’d worked him into. (If you call him pretty in his post-orgasmic glow, the tiniest little dribble of cum will come from his tip, making him shudder and gasp your name, embarrassment eating him up and making him even cuter.)

He’s just shy of five inches, but he’s got a decent amount of girth that makes up for his smaller length. His cock is very heavy, always drooping a bit when he gest hard, never quite passing the ninety degree mark. His tip always takes on this dark color, too, a maroon that showcases just how much blood is flowing to his cock whenever you arouse him. His balls are heavy, too, and although they don’t droop as much as his shaft, they are incredibly sensitive. Almost too sensitive, if Kenjirou’s being honest, because even just the brush of your hand against them gets him sucking in his breath, torn between wanting you to do it again and wanting you to avoid them because he will come if you keep going. Overall, his cock’s not particularly pretty, but it’s functional and will make you lick your lips a bit when you see it – it’s a man’s, packing a punch when he bullies it inside your cunt, always stretching you out more than you expect. He’s a little bit insecure about his size, however, so don’t say anything to him about it – he doesn’t even really like you looking at it for long periods of time, if only because it’s just embarrassing to have you examine him like that, with your eyes all wide and glassy and lust pooling in your gut.

He dribbles, and there’s lot of it; it comes out in bursts, oozing from his tip in globs and dripping all the way down his length, down over his balls, even sometimes getting down to his thighs. It’s pretty watery, and not super opaque – it’s more of a slightly translucent white, to the point where when it’s smeared all over your lips, Kenjirou could mistake it for lip gloss. (But lip gloss doesn’t make your lips look as good as his cum does, he swears. Especially when your lips are all swollen and battered from sucking him off, from excessive kissing and biting.) He’s not too much of a moaner, instead grunting more or muttering out slurred phrases and syllables that sound suspiciously like your name. He’ll let out these harsh exhales of breath as he gets closer, almost sounding pained as the pleasure intensifies. (One time you thought it was a sign of pain and pulled off him, straddling him and asking if he was okay, only to receive an honest to god growl while his hands clutched at your hips and brought you back down to sit on his cock, a strained, bitten back keep going slipping through grit teeth.) His face scrunches up when he comes, eyebrows drawing together tight and eyes closing, his mouth settling into almost a grimace as he rides out the waves of his pleasure – it feels good, he promises, it’s just his face. Prefers to come on your body, or in your mouth – inside you is fine, too, but he really likes seeing his cum against your skin. He thinks you look good like that, and sometimes, as he’s coming down from his orgasmic high, he’ll even run his fingertips over your cum-stained skin and mutter a small pretty…

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you’re sitting in his lap, gyrating your hips nice and slow. His orgasms are stronger when they come from long-lasting, duller pleasure, and the grind of your cunt against his cock makes his head spin, yearning for more friction and more more more. He likes when you move in circular motions, going clockwise for a while before suddenly changing directions and going counter-clockwise, the sudden change making him hiss under his breath. He likes you to be fully naked when you do this, because he’ll often lean forward and suck a nipple into his mouth, his hands squeezing at the fat of your hips and waist, brown eyes admiring the way you look perched in his lap, like some sort of god. He’ll often try to control your pacing, those hands at your hips pushing and pulling you, trying to get you to speed up or slow down, almost using you like his own personal toy. As he gets closer he’ll move your body faster and faster, the desperation growing and morphing into something that makes him bury his face into the crook of your neck, or against your sternum, an uneven, shaky exhale of your name filling your ears as something warm and wet smears against your pretty folds. He just likes that he gets to look at your face the whole time, and orgasming this way is less embarrassing than the headrush that being inside you and getting direct stimulation gives him – he can control it better this way, sound less depraved, sound less needy for you.

He’s a solid five inches with a little bit extra, though he is on the skinnier side. He’s got a few veins that run along the top and on the side; not too much, but enough to be noticeable. He likes when you drag your tongue along them, tracing the lines and making him shiver. He’s decently sensitive, always swallowing and gulping as a way to stop any sound from slipping past his lips. Early into his developing feelings for you, he took the time to meticulously and carefully trim himself, even going completely shaven once or twice just to see how it felt. (He’s got this weird fixation with making sure that he looks perfect the first time that he gets you naked in front of him, and this includes his grooming. Eventually, however, he gives up, deciding that it’s too much time and effort, though he keeps a razor in his bathroom always prepped and ready on the off chance that he thinks he might get lucky with you that night – he’s pretty optimistic, so this happens pretty often, never quite getting fruition.) His cock’s always moving, though; he bobs heavily, always seeming to twitch and throb even without stimulation. It's like it’s got a mind of its own – beads of precum drool from his tip at the slightest thought or suggestion of you doing anything even remotely sexual, and immediately he’s throbbing, sometimes even being visible through his pants when he’s really pent up and achingly hard.

His cum does, unfortunately, taste pretty bad. It’s bitter, incredibly so, and although he tries to make it more edible by changing his diet, it doesn’t work too well. This is pretty unfortunate, because he really loves fucking your mouth, and always ends up wanting to finish inside. However, he’s noticed your grimaces and the way your face gets all puckered when you taste him after he comes down your throat, and he won’t press the issue too hard. (He will, however, try to keep himself inside your mouth for as long as possible, only pulling out at the last possible second. Often, he’s not quite fast enough, however – cum releases both inside your mouth and out, making a mess and leaving the taste against your tongue.) His cum is pretty runny, having more the consistency of water, making it very quick to spread and run down your chin and throat, stopping and bunching up at your breasts. He shoots, and quite far, too – a good foot or so, the force behind his orgasms clearly visible in the way he throws his head back, cheeks bright red and sending cum flying, quite literally strong enough to knock over inanimate objects. He moans a lot, the words turning incoherent as he nears his finish, though it’s not too important you hear them. It’s mostly just your name, little pleas and slurred please’s, all melding together to create something that sounds like a mixture of a moan and a whine. His body jerks when he comes, too, his abs clenching and visibly flexing as it just keeps spurting out of him.

His favorite way for you to touch him, as briefly mentioned, is when you give him head. There’s something about it that he really likes – it’s been his longest standing fantasy, one of the very first things he found himself imagining after his feelings for you formed, and holds a special place in his heart. He’ll want you to be on your knees, looking up at him with fluttering lashes and a tongue flicking out to lick across your lips. He’s not too picky on how you suck him off, but he wants it to be messy, liking the feeling of your spit coating him and god, when you pull off him with a wet noise, the strand of saliva and precum that connects your lips to his tip is enough to get him tangling his fingers in your hair, mumbling your name like a prayer as he guides you to take him in again, to keep going deeper and deeper, even if you’re gagging and choking. He’ll want to finish in your mouth, burying himself to the hilt, balls pressed firmly against the curve of your chin as he throbs, balls clenching tightly and flooding your mouth with cum. He wants it to go directly down your throat, and he won’t pull away until it’s all been released, every drop safe and secure in your warm little mouth. He wants to watch you swallow, and he’ll give himself a few pumps as an afterthought as he watches, once more growing hard and aroused because you just swallowed his cum, do you want some more?

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nicka-nell · 2 years

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Can I request the first time scenario for Shirabu, Futakuchi and Semi (haikyuu)? 👉👈

Hi Anon! Of course you can! But I'm still not really in the mood to write smutty things so again I'm so sorry how it turned out. Because its just not that good imo. I hope I'll find more desire for smut soon so that I can give you better fics/hc's :(( ♥

Having their first time

Pairing: Shirabu Kenjirou; Semi Eita; Futakuchi Kenji x reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI!, calling him daddy (Shirabu), mention of blood (Semi), mention of pain/fear (Futakuchi)

Note: All characters are grown up!

Shirabu and you have been together for a while now. You know each other well, are on the same level and can also talk about adult topics seriously and without an unnecessary giggle. No wonder you’ve already talked about sex.

Shirabu would never take the first step. To tell you he wants to sleep with you now, because that’s up to you, in his opinion. If you’re ready, he is.

But it is important to him that you inform yourself about all methods of contraception, especially that you choose one that you think is best for you.

Since contraception with a condom is too risky for you, and a condom for you also sounds more like a mood killer, and you are too forgetful for the pill, you have chosen the copper spiral. It works well for you.

Shirabu still bought condoms and lube in case you both want to sleep together and want to use both a condom and your contraception method.

After he bought everything, he also told you where he kept the things and just wanted to give you the feeling that both of you are prepared if the topic is considered more closely. And in fact, you’ve been thinking about it several times lately. Today, too, again.

Just with his shirt and panties, you sit in his bed and hold his flashcards in front of you while he sits on his desk chair and plays with his fingers as he answers your questions. You’re always learning for his medical exams like that. You ask questions about the notes and he answers them. But with your last question, he just doesn’t get the right answer. Now counts the third answer, which is anything but right. Annoyed, he leans into the chair, tugs his head to the back and looks at the ceiling.

Yet he radiates something that somehow stimulates you. Is it his serious gaze? His sigh?

“I just can’t figure it out.”

“Oh Kenjirou… That’s okay, you can’t know everything.” You try to calm him down and go over to him. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you sit on his lap, caressing his hair as he raises his head and looks at you.

“My exam is in three days... It’s not okay if I still can’t memorize everything.”

“Kenjirou… you learn too much… my handsome genius. What do you think of a break?” You respond to his angry voice with your gentle words, give him a brief kiss on his mouth.

Maybe he’s too strict with himself. Maybe he should listen to you and take a break.

His room is quiet. None of you say anything, you just look at each other lovingly before you lean forwards, give him another kiss and buck your hips against him.

Sharply he groans, as if he had been frightened. It’s not like it’s your first kiss, but somehow he feels that something is a little different today. The look you give him is full of... Lust?

Again you kiss him and automatically his hands wander around your waist, sneak under the loose shirt and lie down on the soft skin of your butt. Both of you exhale heavily, briefly interrupt the kiss before your lips meet his again. If you continue like this, then he will definitely be hard any second. Or is it your goal to seduce him?

“What do you have in mind when you talk about a short break?” He asks to play it safe. If you mean nothing indecent with all the kisses, with your movements, he must quickly come up with something annoying to come to other thoughts. Otherwise, he has to explain to you why his dick is rock hard.

“Can’t you think of it, Kenjirou?” You try to say with a firm voice while his dark gaze and his warm hands on your butt give you goosebumps.

“No, tell me, bunny.” He lies, but notices how his pants feel tighter and tighter.

“Why don’t you just take your frustration out on me?”

“I would never…”

“No, no I know you would never. But I mean it in another way. You know, Kenjirou… If you’re so upset and you can’t think of all these terms that I can’t even pronounce, you look pretty sexy. You always look so good. And I think we should both take a break, distract ourselves with something.” Anew you kiss him, rub your hips on his when you notice his cock is rock hard in his pants. Immediately your face feels hot, your confident appearance breaks for a second and you are slightly ashamed. He wants exactly what you want.

“And… what should we do to distract ourselves?” He breathes into your ear as he kneads your butt with his big palms.

“You really want me to say it?”

“Yeah, I want to hear it from your pretty lips.”

“I - I want to have sex with you, Kenjirou. Here and now.” Words that are enough to make Shirabu act, because with a tug he lifts you up, sits you down on his desk before he kisses you wildly, while opening his pants to finally take the pressure off of him. At the same time, he realizes that he is too hectic. It may seem like he was waiting for nothing but to sleep with you, especially now that he’s in nothing but his boxers and socks in front of you. Calmly, he tries to collect himself, closes his eyes as your hands grab his arms and pull him to you.

It’s funny, instead of being nervous or ashamed to see Shirabu in his full manhood, you realize how a new, yet lewd feeling arises in you. You can’t look away from his body. From his tip that shines slightly with pre-cum. You’re so sure this is the right time. You want nothing more than your first time here with him now.

Playfully, you bite on the lower lip, grab the edge of the shirt and take it off slowly. Tease him a bit by lifting the shirt over your breasts. Just before they are visible, you push it down again, before you finally throw it into the corner of his room and only wear your panties.

Your heart beats fast as Shirabu sighs deeply, a quiet “god you’re so pretty..” slips from his lips. It is definitely right. You feel comfortable even though you are sitting almost naked in front of him on the desk with his dimmed bedroom light. Your legs are spread slightly so that he can place himself between them. You are not nervous... You are not embarrassed that you see each other like this finally. It’s the opposite.

The way Shirabu adores you, you know he loves everything about you. That he wouldn’t criticize any part of your body. Also, you are somehow not afraid of whether it could hurt or how you should move best. This is your first time for both of you. That means you both have no experience and just want to try it out. Without compulsion, without shame.

Hungry, you run your fingers over his arms. Warm and long fingertips curve your body, caress your bare breasts, your hard nipple before your whole body is adorned with goose bumps.

“Mhh Kenjir-”

“You like it? Or should I stop?” He whispers to you as he bends forward and kisses your neck. All these wet kisses make you feel drunk. You yearn for more, notice how your body gets warmer, your thoughts are greedy.

“Fuck, that feels so good Kenjirou…” Your deep moan makes his length twitch. Who would have thought that you are so honest with your words when it comes to such naughty things? Your boyfriend’s kisses are getting sloppy, sucking on your soft skin as his digits abuses your nipple, listening to your crying voice as you sing.

You do not know where to go with yourself, feel how his touches are unbearable, in a positive way. Because you want more. Want him to touch you everywhere. Unconsciously, your hand wanders down on you, to your panties, but just as you want to push your hand between the fabric and your hand, you feel how your wrist is held. Shirabu’s lips still haunt your neck as he pushes your hand away.

“Let me do it, bunny.” He whispers hungrily and elicits a pleasurable moan from you. He would like to sit in front of you now, eat you out, but he is pretty sure that this would be a bit too much for the first time. You seem to be comfortable in his arms right now. He doesn’t want to risk tilting your mood. Next time maybe. You can talk about it. But for now, it’s enough for his fingers to stretch you.

Howling, he straightens up, kissing your breasts, your arms, your hands, before crawling his fingers under your panties and taking it off of your body. Only now you feel your core is already completely wet, because the air feels so cold on your pussy. Yet his warm hand embraces your skin. His eyes fixed on your pussy, he pats your slit, glides between your folds and smears your juice over your entire pussy before he plays with his thumb on your clit. His fingertips tapping at your entrance. The other hand sneaks up behind your back to your neck as he lovingly grabs the back of your head and drags you to kiss you.

“Bunny, I love you so much, you know that, right?”

“Mmmh yeah Ken- I love you too!” you moan while his finger penetrates you ankle-deep. Even his second finger, you welcome needily. You can’t help but give the brightest sounds of yourself, cry and enjoy the moment. How his thumb rolls over your bump, how his fingers thrust deeper and deeper into you and kiss your walls, makes you feverish. Your whole body feels like it’s on a roller coaster. All emotions, all feelings mixed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck I feel so weird.” You moan as you realize how slowly everything tingles faster and faster in you. Your body listens less and less to you. Shirabu stops, thinks about several scenarios in his head, what he may have done wrong, but you quickly comfort him.

“Should I stop?”

“No ah! No, please go on! I think m’ gonna cum!”

“Want to cum on my fingers?”

Nodding, you buck your hips, want to let him understand he should continue what he does without hesitation. Rhythmically he fucks you with his fingers, the thumb at no moment away from your clit and looks at your aroused expression, which turns him on so much. You breathe faster as your nails press into his arms and you scream out loud, your pussy cramping around his digits.

The emotion you feel is indescribable. It feels so good. Breathing heavily, you open your eyes, look up with blurred vision to the man you love above all, and see how his hungry eyes can not get enough of you. You don’t want this to be over. You want him to feel the same as you just felt.

“I love you…” His words are quiet between the kiss and attention he gives you before he pulls his wet fingers out of your throbbing pussy. With tired eyes you look at his fingers, wrapped in your juice and have to think about what a friend once told you.

“Do you…. Should I lick them clean for you?” you ask unsure, are embarrassed and feel how your cheeks gain color. The question hits Shirabu also unexpectedly, because he too blushes, looks at you with big eyes.

“Wh- what do you mean?”

“Your fingers… they’re dirty… let me clean them…” you try to say with a rather sexy voice, even if it is still shaky, and grab his wrist to guide his hand to your mouth. Shirabu says nothing, just looks at you insecurely, but before his fingertips can touch your lips, he opens his mouth.

“Why would you do that?”

Why? Because your friend told you it can turn men on. That you should watch a porn to see how the women do it. But you can’t say that to Shirabu. It doesn’t matter as long as it’s true and he’d like it.

“Because I want to…” With your words you already feel his fingertips on your lower lip, taste your slightly salty juice, which is still relatively neutral and overcome the little bit of shame when you suck on his fingers, looking deep into his eyes.

“Ngh…. That’s so fucking hot…” Shirabu groans with a gruff voice, notices how his cock is screaming more and more to find redemption. Inside of you. Earlier, he thought it would be weird if you would suck on his fingers, but feeling your tongue on his digits, your wet mouth massaging them, makes him really greedy. He imagines how you would look at him with your big glassy eyes, on your knees and suck his cock as you just do it with his fingers right now.

“Bunny please… if you go on… Ngh, I really want to fuck you..” He admits and sees your mouth angle move up. With a loud plop, you pull his fingers out of your mouth, watch your clean work before you draw him by his hands towards you, his rock hard cock lands on your skin. It feels big, makes you sob.

“Please fill me, Kenjirou…” Although you know you won’t stand another orgasm and you probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow after your body has been so abused, you rub your pussy against his length. Drive him mad and make sure that he can no longer hold back. A “fine” is the only thing that leaves his lips between his clenched teeth before he grabs his shaft with his hand and presses his tip against your entrance.

Hot, hot, hot… That’s the only thing that comes to your mind after his soft tip kisses your pussy, presses through your dripping juice slightly inch for an inch into you until he’s ball-deep inside your cunt. You’re in no pain, nothing… The only thing you feel is the pleasure that rises anew, as Shirabu rolls his hips against yours, deep and loud roaring as you wrap your arms tighter around him, just like your legs.

“Feels so good… mh! Please! So good!” You just babble while his thick length stretches your already swollen walls to the maximum, kisses the sweet spot in you with every thrust. You thought it’s not possible, but that weird feeling was back in you. This feeling that something is about to burst in your abdomen before you have a high-like orgasm that beams you to heaven.

“Should I slow down?” he grunts out of breath, notices that he has to concentrate not to come directly.

“No! No. mgh fuck me harder!” You cry and feel his thrusts suddenly get deeper, before your inner squeezes his cock and you have your second, almost painful orgasm, because your body is not set for so much excitement. Still, it feels good.

“Cumming!”

“Ngh fuck, I think m’ gonna cum too, bunny!” you hear Shirabu’s voice followed by his quivering question if he should pull his dick out first. Still in your rush of arousing feelings, you shake your head. You have the copper spiral. Normally, nothing should happen.

“Fill me daddy!” you answer with muddy thoughts, before you notice Shirabu’s head on your shoulder, his hands on your thighs while he cums with a heavy moan. Empty his balls, which so longingly were waiting for this moment.

You stay in position for a while, ignoring the cum dripping from your throbbing pussy along his length to the floor, just listen to your raging heart. Shirabu’s fingers, which have pressed your thigh into position until now, move to your cheek, to your lips as he brushes them with his thumb and raises his head to look at you.

“Did you just call me daddy?”

Your eyes grow big with the smug grin he suddenly gives you. Only now you realize what indecent words have left your lips, sense again the redness in your cheeks.

“Eh.. no? I said… Fill me… deadly…” You lie and shake your head. Fill me deadly… Such crap. But Shirabu only laughs.

“I love you, and I love what we did… I love how you feel… and I’m happy that you’re my first one… and my only one.” His thumb still lies on your lips before he bends forward to steal a kiss from your smiling lips.

“And I don’t care how you call me, baby girl.” You feel his grin on your lips, the twitch of his length in you and the warmth that blossoms again in you. “I hope you liked it as much as I did…”

“No Kenjirou… I loved it and I’m so glad that you’re my first and only one…” you answer him as lovingly as he did before, before Shirabu carries you to his bed. You both lie down arm in arm and talk about the sex you shared earlier for the first time. About what you thought you would do next time. And for his exam… Shirabu can still learn tomorrow.

• You two haven’t talked about sex yet.

• Although you know that Semi already had sex, it never came up when you two will have it.

• Probably because Semi has more experience, he doesn’t want to make you feel forced to sleep with him or that he cares. That’s why he wouldn’t mention it, but wait for you to approach him about this topic.

• It also doesn’t matter for Semi which method of contraception you want to use. After all, it’s your body. Your decision. If in the end it comes down to you only using condoms, then so be it. He would never claim that he doesn’t enjoy sex just because he has to wear a condom. This is total bullshit.

Together you sit with Semi in his garage, which is covered with red lights. His band rehearsal is over, the boys are already gone, and only you two are sitting in the small house where he lives.

Although it’s chilly in the garage, you feel warm with your boyfriend singing. You love hearing Semi sing. With a big smile on his face, he had asked you to sit on the stool in front of him, wanted to play you one of his latest songs he is currently writing, but your thoughts aren’t on the text that comes from his lips. You look at his long fingers, which skillfully wrap around the sides of the guitar, making beautiful sounds.

Lately, you’ve been wondering what it’s like to sleep with him. You’ve been together for a while and you love him. You would also like to take this step with him, knowing that it is only for you the first time.

It’s like a spell, a spell which tells you not to look away from these soft hands. What can he do to your body with these hands? You had already masturbated from time to time, but you are sure that his fingers are very skillful. Would feel better than your own on your skin. They would make you feel so good.

“Hey pretty, everything okay?” His voice wakes you just like the sound of his flat hand bumping loudly against the guitar.

“Eh, y-yes of course!” you answer him hesitantly, realize how embarrassing your inattentive nature is. But Semi only looks at you with a sulky look, that dark raised eyebrow.

“Nonsense, you didn’t even listen to me. Or are you telling me you didn’t care that I was singing about you?” Semi leans even further forward over his guitar, but you avoid his moody look. That was really rude of you, and then you didn’t listen to him because of such nonsense.

“Hey babe, is something bothering you?” Again, it’s your boyfriend’s voice that makes you look up, watching him fold his hands over his guitar, resting his head on it.

“N-no I… I’m sorry Eita…”

“What do you mean? Did I say anything wrong? Are you mad at me? You were pretty quiet at the band practice today.” Did you get bored? Can it be that you don’t want to accompany him at his band rehearsal? Maybe you’d rather do something with your friends instead of listening to him.

“Eita please… that’s not it! I’m… I just thought about… you know… can we? Do you want to have sex with me?”

Your words come stuttering and so quietly out of you, that Semi tilts his head to the side, tries to form the words in his mind into a meaningful sentence, as it suddenly makes sense to him and his eyes grow big. You want to sleep with him? Well, he was expecting you to ask him that at some point, but he had rather thought that you wanted to start a little softer. With petting or something like that. With a pondering face, he leans back, puts his guitar down before he grabs your hands and runs his thumbs over the back of your skin. His dark eyes are looking for yours, peering up at them as if he’s worried about you.

“Are you sure about that? This is not a decision you should make without thinking deeply about it. Have you thought about what kind of contracep-”

“No, I didn’t, but can’t we do that after our first time? You sure have some condoms lying around, right?” you interrupt him, do not really want to think about having to go to your gynecologist first, to ask for an appointment to get advice.

The tight pressure on your hands gets you out of your thoughts. Semi still looks at you seriously, but also worried. “Yes, I have some here… And we can talk about other ways of contraception afterwards. But that doesn’t answer the question. Are you really sure?”

You haven’t informed yourself well for the first time having sex. You did not want that, because on the Internet only negative experiences are reported anyway. They would only drive you insane for no reason. So you just nod and wait for the next step from Semi. But instead of saying something, he gets up. Questioningly, you look at him, wondering if you’ve done anything wrong, but before you can open your lips to ask him, his voice stops you from doing so.

“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”

Actually, you didn’t think you’d change places. “But can’t we just have sex he-”

“No pretty, here it is cold and space is also little here. I want you to relax. At least for your first time…” His words almost interrupt you harshly, but you know exactly that he is actually only worried. He worries too much.

Like before, you just nod before you get up. The mood seems kind of weird. Kind of like a planned meeting, only that you just arrange sex in Semi’s bedroom. Semi realizes that this all seems awful to you, but knows exactly how he can stimulate your mood when he reaches out to you and grabs you with a tug on your thighs, presses you to his chest. You shriek loudly as your boyfriend lifts you into the air, starts laughing as you lie safely in his arms and look into his suddenly dangerous eyes.

With you in his arms, he goes up the stairs, ignores everything around him, and focuses only on you. With every step he makes towards the bedroom, you notice how the excitement slowly rises in you. But it is a pleasurable excitement, at no moment you feel afraid.

Semi slowly kneels on his bed, lets you sink into the duvet, and never loses contact with your eyes. “Are you still sure? I won’t accept a nod.” His raspy voice chills to your core, his lips float above yours, waiting for your answer.

“Yes, I’m so sure, Eita.”

Your lips touch his with your words. This moment is so intense, even though you are not kissing properly.

“Good…” He only briefly kisses your lips before he strolls down your body, first teases your neck, your shoulder, and pushes his fingers under the straps of your top. Even though he has often touched you like that, it feels greater today. Probably because you know what’s about to happen. You notice how your blood flows faster, how your body slowly changes and you become impatient.

“Eita, I want you so bad…” Your voice is so soft, full of lust, almost like a moan as you look at him with your half-lidded eyes.

A sharp gasp escapes him when he sees you like this. Semi has to hold himself back. He had never seen such an expression in your face. You’re just irresistible right now. But before you both start, he wants to do one thing first.

“Baby, just wait a second okay, I’ll be right back.” Again, he kisses your neck before looking up at you through his dark eyelashes.

“Y- you want to go?”

“Just for a second.” Convinced that he only wants to get the condoms quickly, you nod and watch him run out of the room. Without Semi, the room feels so empty. Time doesn’t pass and you’re wondering if there’s anything you can do to make him blush. To put him in the mood. You could strip down to your underwear and pose attractively on the bed. Yes, that’s a good idea, you think and nod confidently before you strip layer by layer from your body, lie down again in a provocative pose, when you already hear the door and see how your lover enters the room.

For a moment he stops in the doorway, surprised, when he sees you so lightly clothed. You wear a thin gray sports bra with the matching panty. It’s not the first time he sees you in underwear, but he still notices his ear tips turning red, while he can’t get enough of inspecting you. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to say.

“A towel? What do you need this for, Eita?” It’s your voice that makes him shake his head and answer your question.

“I thought we’d put this on the bed, you know, because you could be bleeding.”

Blood? That’s right, a friend told you about it. She was incredibly afraid of hurting and bleeding on her first time. Good for her that everything went pretty well, and she had neither pain nor a bloody abdomen. Nevertheless, this is not the norm. Probably it’s better to put a towel under you, at least you can be sure that you don’t mess up his bed sheet. You nod a little hesitantly when Semi comes back to you, you move to the side so that he can place the towel.

Only now you realize what you actually intend to do and slowly you get nervous. You take a deep breath, want to shake off your sudden nervousness, but Semi notices the change in your posture immediately. Gently his cold hands lie on your shoulders, pressing you on the soft duvet, while at no moment he looks out of your eyes and places himself sideways from you.

“Baby, there’s no need to be nervous, okay? I’m right here. I’ll comfort you.”

His words brush your lips, and it’s crazy, but you feel like they make you drunk, numb your worries. Because you feel comfortable again, wrap your fingers in his hair and push him closer to you to kiss him. His tongue teases you, looks for the way of yours and makes your thoughts completely dizzy. Your whole body suddenly feels feverish, even though he has done nothing yet.

A barely audible moan gives Semi the assurance that you like it so far, that he can go on to the next step as he strokes his fingers across your curves.

“Eita… that feels so good…” you groan between your kisses as he gets to the edge of your panties.

“Should I go on?” Your boyfriend asks you gently. His fingers slide over your covered slit, causing you to buck your pelvis while you nod. If he could, he would want to capture that sight forever. You look so incredibly sexy when you lie so willingly next to him, pull your own hands on his hair to show him to continue.

As his hand slides under your panties and touches your bare skin, you hold your breath. You’ve only ever touched yourself so far. Being touched by Semi now feels so incredibly good.

Semi can’t help his murmur either, because he already feels how he’s being greeted by your damp walls.

“You really want this, huh, pretty?”

“Ye- yes…” You sob as you feel his fingers slowly pressing inch by inch into you. His thumb circles your bud with soft pressure. Again you buck your pelvis, keep pushing against his fingers which slide into you and enjoy this feeling of his skin on yours.

Your juice wraps around his digits, merges with the sounds of your kisses, while your moans become louder and louder. Your voice heavier. There’s this feeling of your stomach cramping again, the feeling you already know so well. That keeps your breath away. You are so close.

“Eita M’ so close…”

“Want me to go on with my fingers? Want me to make you cum around them?”

Oh god and how you want that, but would that mean that it’s already over here? You’ve always satisfied yourself by now. After such an orgasm, you usually could no longer do anything at all. You always feel exhausted. Besides, you don’t just want his fingers.

“N- no ah! Want to cum around your cock…”

His movements paused for a moment. With your choice of words, he can hardly imagine that you are really a virgin. If he didn’t know better, of course.

“Okay then, let me get undressed.” Carefully, in order not to ruin the mood, he drags his fingertips out of you, never letting go of your delicate lips at any moment, as he opens his belt. After he has opened the zipper, he gets up, inspecting your reddened face and puffy lips, while you do exactly the same.

“Come baby, take off your clothes too.” He whispers hoarsely, strips his shirt from his body, followed by his pants and boxers. You don’t need long to strip off the rest of your clothes too, while fixing your eyes on his broad chest.

You know you’re sitting completely naked in front of him right now, in front of that handsome, well-built young man, but you don’t doubt yourself. The only thing that slowly makes your blood rush faster in your ears is Semi’s massive cock, that slowly gets hard. Every time you blink and open your eyes, you feel his cock getting bigger. So big that you’re afraid that you might be in pain if he fucks you. Because with his fingers you already had the feeling that he fills you enough, but only his fingertips were in you. Two… of his fingers…

“Ehm Eita… I - I think -”

“You want me to stop? I will, if you’re afraid or if you don’t feel like it anymore. But if it’s because you’re afraid… Baby, there’s no need to be.” Maybe it’s his words that make you deny his question, or his caring nature that makes him somehow sexy.

“I really am a lucky guy to have such a beautiful girl by my side…” With a low voice, Semi leans forward, kneeling in front of you as he presses you on the bed by your shoulders and looks for your eyes. You just feel like when you shared your first kiss. You are agitated. Everything tingles in you, only that now his naked skin makes your mind crazy. While he supports himself with one hand next to your head, he spreads your thighs with the other hand and his legs, so that you can feel his tip on your slit and wail.

“It’s okay baby, I won’t rush. Just relax, okay? I’ll make it slow.” You can’t answer him. You’re too tense when you nod and your hands hug his neck. As requested by Semi, you try to relax, close your eyes and somehow try not to think that it could hurt, but nothing happens. Instead, you notice how his weight shifts differently on the bed and how he opens the drawer to his bedside cabinet. Questioningly, you open your eyes when you see him crouching in front of you, a bottle of lubricant in one hand, a pack of condoms in the other.

“I hope it’s not a mood killer for you, but you don’t take the pill, or other contraceptive. We must use a condom.” His last words he murmurs only dull, has the packaging already between his teeth to open it. He spits out the torn piece of plastic, takes out the condom and rolls it over his length quickly before he bends down to you again, kisses you. Next to your wet kisses, you hear the bottle of lube pop up before it drips cold on you.

“That’s c- cold!”

“M’ so sorry, babe.” He apologizes to you, because that wasn’t his intention. To make up for this, he puts his warm hand on the spot that was surprised by the lubricant earlier, massaging your folds with it before pressing his tip against your entrance.

“Relax, okay?”

“Y- yeah…” you say, but your heart beats heavily against your chest. Automatically, you shut your eyes, wrap your hands around his neck tighter.

“I told you to relax, baby. Show me your pretty eyes.” His voice wakes you up and you exhale deeply, looking through your long eyelashes to his brown eyes. Slowly you feel the pressure at your entrance getting stronger, how it stretches, when suddenly everything inside you gets warm. His glans glides into you so slow. You can no longer keep eye contact, tilt your head backwards and give a silent moan as he gently fills you up bit by bit.

For a moment, you feel an unpleasant pull in your abdomen, but it disappears as quickly as it came. Just for a second, you make a grimace. But Semi notices that even if it was only short, you have pain and looks instinctively down, sees that besides the mix of lubricant and your juice also blood sticks to his length. And not just a bit.

“Baby, are you okay? Does it hurt?” He breathes softly, no longer moves inside of your walls, but you shake your head.

“It’s all good, really. It only was a temporary pain, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. Can you please… please go on?” You ask insecurely, but somehow also excited, because this new feeling triggers something in you. Almost relieved, Semi bends down to your lips, kisses them just before he presses his head next to yours on the pillow. His hand slides up and down your leg, holding it tight as he moves again. You have the feeling that with every bit that he thrusts into you, your thoughts become more muddy.

”So… tight..”

“Mmmh Eita, that feels g- good…”

“Can I go deeper?” Nodding, you pull him closer to you, before he grabs you tighter and raises your pelvis slightly to drill deeper into you. Full of pleasure, he purrs, enjoys it as much as you, so intimately united. Enjoy how your tight walls pump his length as he gets closer to his climax with each thrust. Still the head next to yours, he can’t see your face, but with your increasingly louder moans, with your body that trembles, he is sure that you do not need long until your orgasm.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum if you sing like that.”

“Mhhh Eita please, I’m c- ah… mmh!” You swallow your words, completely forget what you want to say, as your whole body tingles strongly, your eyes roll back and you forget everything around you. Can’t hold back your upcoming orgasm with Semi’s deep thrusts.

“Fuck babe… Love you sp much.” Semi clicks his tongue while your pulsating walls make it impossible for him to keep his load in his balls. With a raspy voice, he tells that he loves you while he enters you one last time to release himself, before he slumps against your chest. Both of you pant. His warm body glows on yours.

Out of breath, you both lie there, while you still can’t believe what just happened. You still have to process everything, but you’re happy. Smiling, you grunt, raise your arm to stroke Semi’s back with your fingertips while listening to his scant breath. “I love you too… Eita…” You answer him to his declaration of love earlier.

Satisfied and slightly tired, he raises his head, looks at you sleepily before he gives you a smooch on the lips and straightens up, draws his cock out of you. Attentively, he takes off the condom, knots it together and throws it into the trash can next to his bedside table, before turning back to you and stroking your inner thighs.

“Were you really in no pain?”

“No, not at all. Really, baby. Why are you asking me that now?”

Shy, he looks down at the towel, at your core before you also raise your head and you realize why he asks. You covered the towel with blood. Not a beautiful sight, you think. Immediately you feel uneasy, but Semi tries not to leave you long in this unpleasant feeling.

“It’s normal that you can bleed the first time. That’s nothing gross. Let’s relax a bit and when you feel like you’re ready, we’ll get up and take a shower. Please don’t think I’m disgusted by it. That little of blood doesn’t make you unattractive. I don’t care because I just had sex with the woman I love.”

It’s like he knows exactly what he has to say to make you feel good again, so that you can leave this unpleasant feeling behind and remind yourself how beautiful the sex was. Again Semi pushes you down, tickles your lips with his before you rest for a while and then shower together.

There is absolutely nothing structured between you and Futakuchi according to plan. It’s all kind of spontaneous, just happening without you thinking a lot about it. And since everything is so spontaneous, you never talked about sex.

You just wanted to wait for the right moment.

You didn’t worry about contraception, as you’ve been taking the pill for over a year, started taking it after you’ve always had such period pain.

But lately, the conversations about intimacy are coming up in your circle of friends. Your friends talk about their first time and no matter what day you meet them, sex is always the number one topic.

One of them said that she had bled so much that her boyfriend wanted to take her to the hospital. The other had said that they had to break it because she was in so much pain. And the third had said that it was totally boring and no fun at all. Probably because she didn’t have an orgasm. But do you really need an orgasm for the first time? Isn’t that a pretty exciting event, anyway? Well, no matter what, you can’t have a say in that.

And as you know him, Futakuchi won’t even think about sleeping with you. There are other things going on in his head.

Maybe he also wants you to take the first step? Why are you thinking so much about it? That’s not your way… Still, you’re curious about what it’s like to sleep with the man you love. Does he even think about it?

Is it actually the case with men that they also have pain? And here you are… for the first time you ask questions about sex in your girls group, talk together with them about their experiences, which somehow make you anything but happy. Actually, they make you panic.

Maybe it’s better to search the internet for more experiences.

Like every Saturday you are at Futakuchi’s apartment, lying in his bed with his old shirt and plush socks. Sitting against the back of the bed, legs slightly bent and looking through different forums to look for opinions and experiences of other women. Futakuchi is still in the bathroom, showering away the sweat from training, when he comes into the bedroom dressed only in boxers. But you do not hear him, you are too absorbed in the experiences of all the women. Even when he calls your name the second time, you don’t react.

You really seem to read something interesting, Futakuchi thinks. He would love to know what it is. Not that he wants to screen your phone. If it’s messages you write to friends, he doesn’t want to know. Speaking of messaging with friends... For inexplicable reasons, he hears Kamasaki’s voice straight in his head, his stupid laughter and the words “you dare not”. Kamasaki had shown him a video of couples doing this new “flip over” trend today after training.

While the woman is sitting on the bed, actually exactly as you are doing it, the man approaches her, crouches with his back to her in front of her and wraps his legs under her legs, just to turn her over with a flip to the side. So that she meets the pillows with her face, ass up, while he is like the doggy position behind her. Kamasaki was convinced that Futakuchi would not dare to do that with you. But it’s still Futakuchi. He has proclaimed out loud that he can definitely do that.

Daring… tch, what’s so daring about it? He wonders, unaware of what is about to happen. Just like in the video, he imitates the movements when your attention is now focused on him during his movements. Now away from your phone. You didn’t hear him come out of the bathroom, let alone crawl on the bed. Wow, you were really totally gone with your thoughts.

“Kenji wha-” But you do not manage to ask your question completely. It happens at such a rapid moment. You feel your body swing to the side as you suddenly face the pillow. Futakuchi’s pelvis bumps your butt. Immediately your heart beats faster, because you feel something on your butt. It is not really hard, but it’s big. His dick, which you never felt against your body so far, is so close to you now. An unknown feeling spreads between your legs. What is it?

Laughing, Futakuchi leans forward, unconsciously puts his hand around your stomach before he tries to look you in the eyes. You turn your head to the side, peer at the cell phone, which glows brightly in your hand. Futakuchi follows your gaze, giggles again when he asks you what you are reading.

“Seems really interesting when you can’t even take your gaze away from that thing while your sexy boyfriend enters the room.”

“It- It’s nothing… really…” you answer shyly and notice how your cheeks blush. But unintentionally Futakuchi has already read the headline in the pink forum which says ‘First time, last time - it’s only painful nothing more’.

“Hey babe, why would you read this?” he asks irritated, annoyed that you read such nonsense. As if some woman who had a wonderful first time writes on the Internet in such forums how great it was. Only those who really thought everything was stupid do that. It’s the same with the dentist.

“I… I don’t know… but-” Still shy, you’re trying to free yourself from the grip of your boyfriend, rubbing your butt more against his pelvis and now Futakuchi understands what Kamasaki meant. Your shapely ass rubs against his cock and god that feels so hot. Your expression at him from down there, pinned into the pillows, damn that’s anything but decent.

“What are you doing there, Kenji?” The hand on your stomach unconsciously becomes firmer. You have the feeling that his cock on your butt is changing. It’s somehow… harder? Bigger? Is he… Is he aroused right now? Again you feel your fast beating heart on your chest, notice how the blood rushes through your head.

“I- I’m sorry, cutie. It was just-”

“You’re in the mood?”

“Huh?” He asks surprised, his eyes grow big as he looks down at you. In the mood for… sex? Do you mean that? No, you mean something else for sure.

“Are you in the mood for… you know… sex?” Your question comes out quietly, almost as if you were ashamed to have said something so lewd out loud, but Futakuchi has understood you crystal clear.

So it’s indeed what you thought. Why is he so turned on suddenly? Oh, fuck… “Are- are you, babe?”

“I- I feel strange but… if you rub your dick at my ass like that… I think that this strange feeling is what you call being in the mood.”

“Good… because I feel like… I really want you now, babe.” These are just a few words, but they are powerful. ‘Cause all the heat’s visible on your face. His brown eyes stare at you as drilling as that of a wild animal looking at its prey. His length pushes more against you and your whole body feels strange. Mixed feelings are spreading within you. Somehow you are curious. You feel ready to take this step with him, but at the same time you are afraid of what you stupidly just read on the Internet. Should you tell him? But he looks at you so full of desire. Besides, he’s hard… Turning him down now, you don’t get over your heart.

So you turn away from his gaze, press your face into the pillow in front of you, your hands clenched into fists at the edge of the pillow. Futakuchi interprets your body language so that he should start doing something. Just what? He never had sex, just like you. And the porn he had watched before your relationship is probably anything but helpful...

Without really having a plan, he strokes the inside of your thighs up to your covered pussy. With a muted moan, you twitch slightly, squeezing your legs together. Somehow he likes it, how you are so sensitive only by his touch. Is that because you’re just as excited as he is?

Grinning, he snorts, and bends forward, still touches your inner thighs with his fingertips. He kisses your plump butt, like its something fragile under his lips. Oh god, such kisses feel certainly different. Futakuchi notices how his stiff cock hurts because it can not find salvation. Because he has to wait until you’re prepared enough for his manhood. Again, you pinch your legs together. Maybe, is it not the pleasure, but something else that makes you do this?

“Hey babe you, you want it, right?” His suddenly so serious question makes you flinch. Somehow you feel caught. Feel bad at the same time because you said nothing, and he obviously noticed something wrong.

“Y-yes…” It’s not the whole truth, but you don’t dare to tell him what’s bothering you right now.

“And why do you always flinch so when I use my hand-”

“I’m just scared… I -”

“O- okay but we can make it slow? Just test it and if it hurts, we’ll stop? Or… or let’s just stop here and wait until you feel ready, okay? Let’s watch a movie.” Futakuchi had already thought something like this may happen after you had read these stupid blog entries. But he can understand you somehow. Even if he has to think of something for his erection now. But just as he wants to move away from you, your voice and your half-lidded eyes stop him.

You’ll be scared next time too. Besides, it doesn’t have to mean that your first time must be as bad as the ine of the other girls. And… Just like with Futakuchi, this new feeling inside you, this strange thing that makes your body so warm, is almost painful. You want this.

“P-please don’t stop… Let’s try…” You take a deep breath, push your butt in his direction, as if you want to tell him to touch it again while you still have your eyes on him.

Even if he wants to continue, he asks you if you are really sure, and this time you give him a quick and clear answer. An answer that controls his movements, because he has his hands back on you in no time, the lips on your skin, while his fingers pamper you. When you feel his index finger on your covered slit, you shriek briefly.

“N-not good?”

“Mh… It- it makes me feel weird. In… a good way I think?” Your honest answer is like a lullaby in his ears. Simply beautiful. And just as honest as your words, your body responds, because Futakuchi feels how the fabric of your panties is wet. Oh damn, maybe that’s a bit like in a porn? In a very, very soft porn…

Every time he runs over your slit, he presses his finger a little harder against the fabric, notices how you wind your body, and moan softly. And only that is enough to make the bulge in his pants so unpleasant. He can’t wait long.

Whispering, he reaches into the plush flesh of your ass cheek with his free hand before pulling the panties off of your hips. On your panties he sees the wet strip, looks at your now bare pussy, which is slightly covered by your juice.

Without turning around, you know he’s looking at you right now. Or rather, that he looks at your most feminine body part. “Kenji… please don’t look at me like th- ah!”

A startled moan silences you as you feel his hot fingertips on your bare skin. At the place he had rubbed before, only that you wore your panties there at that time. “You’re really wet, my dear.”

Lust, danger, so much accompanies the sound of his voice. Without thinking about it, he pulls his boxer shorts down to his ankles, finally gives his stiff cock the space it needs. You hear him take off the boxers, turn your head back to the side to catch a glimpse of his cock. But you wish you hadn’t done it.

“Th- that will never fit!” You say panicked and seek contact with his eyes. But he just smiles at you. A mix of cautiousness and teasing.

“Let’s just try, okay? I’m pretty sure my beautiful girl will take it well.” Even in such a situation, he flirts with you and makes you blush. Nevertheless, you feel like it will not fit without preparation. How should it? You never had something like that in your virginal hole?

Futakuchi realizes your concern, is glad for the first time that he had bought a bottle of lubricant a few months ago that he had stored under his socks in the bedside cabinet so you do not find them. Briefly he bends to the side. You realize how his weight also shifts your body lightly, as he rises again and you hear the plopping of a bottle cap. Questioningly, you look at him, but quickly see the bottle. Even if you would like to know when he bought it, you don’t really care now. Yet nothing happens. The only thing Futakuchi does is turn the bottle in his hands back and forth. As if looking for an instruction manual.

“Damn, how much of it will we need? Let me google it…”

“Really?”

“Yeah I mean… I don’t think we’ll need the whole bottle, right?” There is nothing left of the deep, throaty voice he had before. Only his typical playful voice echoes through the room. Shaking your head, you roll your eyes, try to suppress a giggle.

“Well, just use a bit…”

“A bit? And then?”

“I don’t know? Smear it around your- your dick or so?”

“And that’s enough?” He should distribute this hazelnut little drop on his entire length and that should be enough? Does he not have to distribute something on you too? Or is your own juice really enough?

“How should I know it’s my first time too, you idiot!”

Well, you’re right. Smiling at his own awkward manner, he apologizes before he just does what he should have done from the beginning. Turn off his mind and just let his body do it.

Just like his brown eyes, your own wander down to his cock, to his fingers that smear his length with the transparent gel. Maybe it’s the way he touches himself but, your fear disappears more and more, the desire to finally feel him in you is high.

“Say if it hurts, okay?” He says seriously, the top suddenly at your entrance. Again you flinch, know now it’s about time. Excitedly you hold the air, grip more firmly into the pillow, waiting for him to enter you. And it’s a brief moment when you feel his tip pressing through your entrance, and sense a burning pull in your abdomen, which is uncomfortable.

“Ah! Ngh it hurts! It hurts!” you scream, pinch your legs together and hear Futakuchis clicking his tongue painfully. But he suppresses his own pain after you have pinched his cock with your walls. He’s more worried about you. Directly he looks at if you bleed, but he sees nothing.

“Wh- where do you feel like you’re in pain?”

“I- when you put it in… it hurts…”

“Then let’s try it again next time.” Actually, he just wants to calm you, wants to make you understand it does not matter to him whether you have sex today or tomorrow or only in several months. It doesn’t matter to him. But you’re shaking your head again.

“No, I really want it, Kenji… Now…”

Your boyfriend had seen you tense your whole body. Maybe that was one reason you were in pain? Maybe you need to relax? “Then do me a favor, okay? Try to relax a bit. Breath in and out deeply, calm yourself and don’t squeeze me like that. Maybe you’re too tense.”

Relax… This sounds like a simple task, but it is not so easy to implement. But you try it. You do exactly what Futakuchi said, take a deep breath, try to relax somehow, turn off your mind when you feel his tip on you again.

This time you only feel it lightly at your entrance, feel it sliding into you a bit, but immediately slips out of you. You haven’t been in pain yet, so why does he stop? You’re about to turn around and ask him what’s going on when his voice stops you from doing so.

“Shh, just relax, okay? I’ll go deeper slowly.” And that’s exactly what he does. Again you feel his glans pushing into your hole, this time deeper. All the way to where the pain started in you. But the pain does not come a second time. Instead of giving him a shrill cry, a moan escapes you, because it suddenly feels good. More and more your boyfriend fills you and this strange feeling in you, becomes heavier. Grumbling, his hands hold your hips as he thrusts deeper into your tight pussy.

“Mhh Kenji!”

He has often jerked off, knows the feeling of being close to a climax and although you have just started, he notices he needs little to fill you. Why do you have to give him these sugar-sweet sounds?

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it feels mmh… Good..”

He notices how his thrusts are no longer as slow as at the beginning, how they become a little faster and sloppy, your voice getting louder full of pleasure. “Babe, I think I’m gonna cum!”

It’s not only in his words but in his movement, his trembling grip on your skin, that makes you realize how hard it must be for him to stay cool while he’s ready to cum. His length massages your inner faster and faster, feels more indecent with every thrust. Yet this strange but pleasant feeling becomes bigger and heavier in your own body, numbs your mind.

“Mf, fuck!” Futakuchi groans as he suddenly pulls his cock out of you, starts pumping it with his hand before you feel something hot, thick on your ass.

“Fuck, sorry babe. I couldn’t do it anymore.” he breathes hard, falls back on his bed. Although you no longer feel his cock inside you, you still think that it is stretching you, that your walls are still trying to cling to something. But the only thing they can cling to right now is air. You feel tired, exhausted, at the same time somehow so light. You can’t describe it.

“Please say something… am I that bad?”

Only now do you perceive Futakuchi’s voice. Did he say anything earlier? You try to stand up to see him as you feel the cum running down your butt. But it does not drip on the freshly made bed, because your boyfriend has already reached for a handkerchief on the bedside cabinet to wipe the sperm from you.

“M’ sorry for that.”

Instead of being disgusted, you only smile lovingly, tell him it is already okay and want to kiss him, but he does not respond to your kiss, turns his head to the side. Irritated, you look at him.

“You- you didn’t cum right?” His question is almost offended. As if his priority is that you have an orgasm. But did you have one? You can’t really answer the question. After all, you’ve never had one before. But the way you felt...

“I don’t know… But I think, yes?”

“You think? So we should probably repeat this soon to see if today was an orgasm or not?” And again his famous shady grin on his lips. The smile you love so much about him. Nodding, you wrap your arms around him and make him lose balance so that you both fall on the bed. You in his arms, nose to nose, you laugh out loud.

“So, it wasn’t painful now, right?” Your loving-looking boyfriend wants to know while he sticks a lock of hair behind your ear. That’s really still bothering him. Shaking your head, you give him a quick kiss before staring deep into his eyes.

“No, it was really nice, but… I don’t really understand the hype about the first time. It wasn’t that great, bad or whatever. But I know I’m looking forward to our next time.” With these words, you lie your head on his chest, only listen to his heart beating loudly and quickly against his chest as his hand sneaks under your top so that he can stroll along your spine with his warm fingertips.

“Told you it’s stupid to look for these shitty posts about other girls first time.”

“Yeah, you’re right. At least for once.” Although your words may sound mean, he feels you mean it affectionately, feels your smile on his chest before he gives you a kiss on the hairline.

“I love you, dummy.”

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