you'll think about the implications of this later, maybe. when the air conditioner isn't broken, when it's not well over 80 degrees in your small apartment. when you're not trapped in the unforgiving throes of a heat wave.
when a sports bra and pajama shorts hasn't forcibly become your staple uniform around the house.
when your roommate isn't beneath you in the sweat-soaked light white t-shirt that's been clinging to his chest all afternoon. in the boxer briefs that wholeheartedly confirmed every joking remark about mattsun's big dick. when the way you've been running your fingers through his messy, damp hair hasn't left him with that just fucked bedhead that's been haunting your dreams for years.
you'll think about it when your throat isn't dry under the weight of issei's gaze. when your nipples aren't aching through your bra under the tips of his thumbs.
when the mere feeling of his palm splayed wide against the small of your back isn't enough to make you whimper.
you're not entirely sure what's got you more lightheaded—the thick wall of heat coating every square inch of air in your shared apartment, or the way mattsun groans when you start rocking against his dick. the way he grabs your hips and meets you thrust for thrust as you desperately dry hump him on the couch until you're a soaking wet, gasping mess.
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There's a part of Issei that knows he should feel guilty right now as he gazes down at you.
"Yeah," he nods, talking around the joint tucked between his lips as he inhales, a stilted vacuum of air hissing through his teeth. The exhale of smoke that follows is slow, measured. Late afternoon sunlight catches in the lazy trail.
“Just like that.”
He's yet to put the joint out, despite the fact that you're currently kneeling between his legs with eager eyes and swollen lips. Because, if nothing else, he knows the odds of him making this situation worse will in fact greatly increase if he has two free hands.
As if he hasn't already fucked himself entirely by agreeing to teach his best friend's sister how to suck dick in the first place.
You gag a little, trying to take him deeper. Issei nearly cups your cheek, but you quickly relax your jaw, and his dick twitches at the sight of a stray tear wriggling free from your fluttering lashes.
A small laugh escapes you.
The black ink that trails up the back of Issei’s hand flexes against his protruding veins as he grasps the edge of the couch cushion, heels pressed deep into the soles of his shoes as he resists the urge to buck his hips.
“Can I…” your fingers curl around his balls, stroking.
Beside him, his phone lights up, your brother’s name popping up on the screen. Issei ignores it, nodding, and he groans as he watches a sloppy trail of spit slide down your chin.
There's a part of Issei that knows he should feel guilty right now as he gazes down at you.
"Yeah," he nods, talking around the joint tucked between his lips as he inhales, a stilted vacuum of air hissing through his teeth. The exhale of smoke that follows is slow, measured. Late afternoon sunlight catches in the lazy trail.
“Just like that.”
He's yet to put the joint out, despite the fact that you're currently kneeling between his legs with eager eyes and swollen lips. Because, if nothing else, he knows the odds of him making this situation worse will in fact greatly increase if he has two free hands.
As if he hasn't already fucked himself entirely by agreeing to teach his best friend's sister how to suck dick in the first place.
You gag a little, trying to take him deeper. Issei nearly cups your cheek, but you quickly relax your jaw, and his dick twitches at the sight of a stray tear wriggling free from your fluttering lashes.
A small laugh escapes you.
The black ink that trails up the back of Issei’s hand flexes against his protruding veins as he grasps the edge of the couch cushion, heels pressed deep into the soles of his shoes as he resists the urge to buck his hips.
“Can I…” your fingers curl around his balls, stroking.
Beside him, his phone lights up, your brother’s name popping up on the screen. Issei ignores it, nodding, and he groans as he watches a sloppy trail of spit slide down your chin.
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It was inevitable that you'd find yourself here—straddling Matsukawa's lap atop a pool chair under the dim glow of string lights, his mouth pressed to yours.
You've been dancing around this for long enough, after all.
But the timing could be better, probably.
Perhaps not at night in the backyard of a rental cottage while the rest of your friends are asleep inside, for instance.
Perhaps not while you’re still dripping wet from the pool, half-naked in a bikini, Mattsun wearing nothing but soaked swim shorts that are doing absolutely nothing to hide the outline of his dick as it presses up into the throbbing space between your spread thighs.
Not that you really want to complain about the latter, per se, but—
It’s hard to focus on the real problem at hand when Matsukawa’s sucking your peaked, sensitive nipples through the damp fabric of your bathing suit, his husky, muffled groan somehow filthier than every wet dream you’ve ever had about him over the years combined.
Mattsun hooks a finger in the crotch of your bathing suit bottoms and tugs them aside, his lips at your throat as he murmurs, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
You shiver, hips unconsciously thrusting into his light touch as he rubs a slow circle into the sticky arousal that coats your slit.
The timing could really, truly be better.
Because you’re finally about to know what it feels like to have Matsukawa Issei’s long fingers inside of you, and you have to pee.
Objectively, you’ve been friends with Mattsun long enough that you normally wouldn’t feel any hesitation about announcing that you need to go use the bathroom in any other situation.
But right now—
Right now, when he’s using his nose to push aside the cup of your bikini top to latch onto your tit, when your thighs are trembling with need as he sucks on your bare nipple and dips the tip of his finger into your wet cunt, when every nerve ending in your body is a shuddering livewire of need because you can’t even begin to comprehend how badly you want this, want him—
Mattsun’s finger suddenly plunges inside of your creamy, tight hole to the last knuckle between one breath and the next, and it’s only the sloppy press of his mouth to yours that contains the desperate, choked out moan that crawls up your throat as pleasure punches hard through your gut.
“Fuck,” Matsukawa breathes against your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, tongue following soon after in a soothing motion while you pant as he starts to pump his finger in and out of you.
Your bladder wails in protest, trembling with a painful fullness after hours spent in the pool.
“Mattsun—”
He slips a second finger into your pussy, and your entire body shudders under the heady grip of pain and pleasure.
“I need to go to the—”
You pull back from the kiss, chest heaving as you meet Matsukawa’s steady gaze.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, thumb slowly pressing into your aching clit.
Your throat feels impossibly dry as you look away from him, unable to hide the way your hips greedily roll forward of their own accord when he slowly begins to pull his fingers out of you.
Your face feels hot.
Your heart thunders behind your ribcage.
“I think you’re supposed to save weird kinks for the third date,” you breathe out, trying to laugh as you say it.
As a joke.
Because you’re joking.
(You’re joking, right?)
Mattsun’s answering huff of amusement is a low, rough sound that drips down your spine and coats your insides in something thick that leaves you feeling dizzy in its wake.
“Answer the question,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Do you want me to stop, or no?”
You shake your head, but just barely.
He cups your chin, tilting it as he gently forces you to meet his gaze. “I need you to say it.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” you tell him quietly.
Mattsun thumbs your clit, just enough to make you breathe in sharply through your nose. “Good. Because I don’t want to stop until you come for me.”
“But I don’t think I can hold—”
“And I don’t want you to hold it,” he tells you calmly, fingers now pumping in and out of you again at an agonizingly slow pace.
Your bladder whines.
Your pussy throbs.
“I’ve never done this,” you whisper, tears of desperation beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes.
One falls down your cheek, and Matsukawa’s lips catch it along the curve of your jaw in an open-mouthed kiss. “That’s okay.”
Mattsun pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and you choke back a whine, only to gasp when he thrusts them both back inside. Your tight walls clench, pleasure radiating through your body as your desperation reaches a fever pitch, and a dribble of piss leaks out of you.
And it’s hot.
You gasp at the sensation, and Matsukawa groans as he feels it leak into his palm.
“That’s it.”
Fresh tears drip down your cheeks, and he continues to drag his lips over them.
“Issei,” you whimper, hips rocking into his touch as he finger fucks dribbles of piss out of you.
It feels so fucking good—
“Let go for me,” he says encouragingly against your lips, if not a little desperate himself.
And so you do.
Body temperature still in limbo from the cool pool water, the stream of piss that sprays out of you feels burning hot as it gushes out of your pussy. Combined with the stretch of Matsukawa’s fingers fucking in and out of your tight hole, it’s an unbelievable, scorching burst of indescribable pleasure like nothing you’ve ever felt in your entire life.
Matsukawa groans, “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.” His fingers pump in and out of you faster, and you whine, pushing more and more hot piss out of your cunt as he exhales, “Good girl. Don’t stop.”
It feels never ending—the keening desperation that’s slick and wet and pliant as it entangles itself right down to the root of your intoxicating pleasure. You know Mattsun’s lap is entirely soaked with your piss at this point. You know it’s all over his cock.
It’s that last thought that sends you tumbling over the edge suddenly, pussy spasming hard, and Mattsun’s answering kiss is filthy and wet as he feels the slick stream of your piss mixing with the sticky, slippery gush of your climax.
You collapse against him, face buried in the crook of his neck, cunt still pulsing with the aftershocks of your pleasure.
Mattsun hugs you to him, holding you close, seemingly unbothered by the filthy mess.
“Well now we have to find something really kinky for our third date,” you eventually mutter into his shoulder.
He laughs.
His dick is still so hard where it’s pressed between your bodies.
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Ebola is still spreading in several countries in central Africa. How did the outbreak manage to spread so far and infect so many people without being detected? This guy!
This guy, in violation of Congressional funding allocation, withdrew tons of international aid. The end of USAID was orchestrated without warning, without a wind-down plan, leaving critical infrastructure to simply collapse.
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This is the like those “remember to be grateful you don’t have a sore throat right now” posts. It IS a beautiful day to not be in high school! Thank you!
