The gay friend

Even the dawn doesn't want to be near bro

“You shouldn’t be here,” Matsukawa murmurs, voice dripping with amusement.

Your back was already against the wall, his broad frame crowding you in, the dim light of the hallway barely illuminating his wicked smirk.

His hands are braced beside your head, caging you in like a prey.

“And you shouldn’t be doing this,” you shoot back, even as your breath hitches when his knee nudges between your thighs.

“No?” He hums, tilting his head like he’s considering it. “You sure about that, sweetheart? Because you came to me.”

You did.

You’d made some excuse about needing to grab something from your brother’s apartment, but the moment you stepped into his apartment and saw his roommate Matsukawa, sprawled out on the couch, something inside you snapped.

The way he always looked at you, like he knew a secret you didn’t, the way his fingers lingered when he passed by—it was too much.

“I just—” You falter, and that’s all he needs.

“Oh, baby,” he purrs, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before gripping your jaw, tilting your face up to his. “You’re already shaking, and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

His thumb drags over your bottom lip, pressing down slightly, watching as your tongue darts out instinctively. His dark eyes flash with something dangerous.

“Fuckin’ cute,” he mutters, voice lower now, rougher. “How long have you been thinking about this, huh? Coming into my room late at night, pretending you need something—what was your plan, sweetheart?”

You glare at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“Oh,” he chuckles darkly. “Still got some fight in you? That’s cute.”

Then, he kisses you.

It’s not soft, not tentative—it’s possessive, all teeth and tongue, his hands already roaming your body like he owns it. You barely have time to react before he grips your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and pressing you against the wall.

“Fuck..Matsu—”

“That’s it,” he breathes against your lips, his fingers already slipping beneath your shorts, dragging them down with ease. “Look at you, already dripping for me. You wanted this bad, didn’t you?”

you whimper, squirming against his hold, but he just presses his weight against you, keeping you still.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he coos, nipping at your jaw. “Scared your brother might hear?”

Your eyes widen slightly, and Matsukawa grins.

“Ohhh,” he drawls, voice full of mock sympathy. “That’s what it is? You don’t wanna get caught? Then you better keep your pretty little mouth shut, yeah?”

His fingers find your entrance, sliding in so easily it makes you ache. “Fuck,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re so wet, baby. I bet you were thinking about this for weeks—about me stretching you open, fucking you stupid against this wall.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he rubs slow, teasing circles against your clit, just enough to make you desperate but not enough to satisfy.

“Matsu—please—”

“Please what?” he mocks, slowing his movements. “You wanna ride my fingers? My tongue? My cock? C’mon, sweetheart, use that pretty mouth and ask for it.”

You’re too far gone to care about dignity. “C-Cock,” you gasp. “Please—need you inside me—”

His eyes darken, and in a second, he’s undoing his belt, dragging his cock out, pressing the tip against your entrance.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” he mutters, gripping your hips. “Bet you don’t even wanna take it slow, huh? You want me to wreck you, ruin this tight little pussy?”

You nod frantically, barely able to think beyond the need coursing through you.

“God,” he groans, gripping your thighs as he thrusts, splitting you open in one deep stroke. “That’s it, baby—take all of it—fuck, you feel so good—”

You choke on a moan, barely able to breathe as he fills you completely, stretching you so much it’s overwhelming.

“Too much?” he teases, biting at your neck. “Nah. You love this, don’t you? Love how deep I am?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before he starts moving, fucking into you with deep, bruising strokes, pressing you against the wall with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the small space, obscene and dirty, mixed with your soft, choked whimpers.

“Fuck,” he hisses, watching where you take him. “Look at that, baby—taking me so good, letting me ruin you like this.”

Your head falls back against the wall, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach as his fingers find your clit again, rubbing in quick, relentless circles.

“Matsu—’m gonna—”

“Yeah?” He grins, moving even faster. “Then come for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

And you do—so hard it feels like the world shatters, pleasure slamming into you all at once, making your body tremble. Matsukawa groans, fucking you through it, his thrusts turning sloppy.

“Fuck—gonna fill you up, baby—gonna make you mine—”

He buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan, his grip tightening as he rides out his high.

For a moment, the two of you just breathe, chests heaving, bodies still tangled together. Then—

“Shit,” he mutters, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw. “Think your brother heard that?”

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he even goes the extra mile and asks you, very innocently, to write your name out in cursive and send a picture of it to him — he said he'd put the picture on one of his lockscreens, and you'd bought the excuse!

so yeah, he gets a tattoo of your name in your cursive handwriting, on his body. maybe to one side at his waistline, or on his thigh where you'd usually sit, or on the back of his neck, or underneath his collarbone... or even on the left of his chest, right over his heart. ❤️

he thinks it's so romantic, thinks he's so smart to have gotten the idea to have it done in your own handwriting. he shows it off proudly to his team, and he's so excited to go back home to you. to show you your named inked out on his skin, with your own beautiful cursive in deep black.

except... he forgets.

it's a small tattoo that heals within a couple of weeks — and silly him, he gets distracted by the games, distracted by the electric glory of his wins, distracted by the after parties — so by the time he's on that flight back home to you, it's entirely slipped his mind.

you meet hinata at the airport, so glad to be reunited with your husband, and he sweeps you off your feet and kisses you soft and sweet and warm all over your face and neck. he tells you, "i missed you, sunshine." and squeezes you tight to his warm, heavy body— drawing in your smell and the feel of you like he's starved. like he was gone for years and not just two months. "i missed you, too, shoyo." you sigh, kissing him back.

and, well, it's only days later — two entire night of sharing the same bed again, two lazy mornings of cuddles and two dinner dates later — that you find out about the tattoo, and it's also only when you see it for yourself.

if youre only planning on posting your art online, them please save it as .png ;this is also better for transparencies as well

BUT

please, if youre planning of printing your art, NEVER use png. it makes the quality of the image pretty shitty. use jpeg or pdf instead. and always set your work at 300dpi to get a better printing quality - this means, the images are crisper and sharper and theres no slight blurriness. i had a talk with my friend who is currently taking design, and pdf is much better to use when youre working with a bigger publishing company because it still has the layers intact, but if youre only planning on printing your stuff at staples or at some small publishing store, the jpeg is the way to go.

Horangi: Do whatever you want but I’ll never talk. The tiger NEVER betrays his allies

Soap: You didn’t just call yourself a tiger

Gaz: Suds, you do know what his codename translates to, right?

Soap: look it’s still cringy! Who the fuck refers to themselves like that with their codename??

Ghost: … I do

Soap: W-Well-

Ghost: You’re just mad you don’t have a badass codename. ‘The Soap’ doesn’t exactly invoke fear or respect

Soap: Neither does ‘The Gaz’!

Gaz: Do NOT bring me into this

Horangi: … is this a part of the interrogation process?

Price: … yes. If you don’t tell me what I want to know I’ll leave you stuck in this room with them

part 2

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