#afton.writes

Usually for his videos, he typically preferred to dress up. You’d never really seen him dress so casually for a video.

But still, you weren’t complaining -- not when you could see the outline of his cock, slowly hardening as it pressed against the fabric.

As he crawled onto the bed, it dipped beneath his weight. He grabbed your thighs and tugged you closer to him, casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure you both were correctly in the frame.

Then, he turned his attention back to you, leaning down to press his lips against yours. His hand curled around the back of your head, holding you close as his other hand slid up your body. As his fingers found the hem of your shirt, it slipped beneath the fabric to find your breast. He sighed contentedly when he discovered your bare skin, thumbing over your nipple. Your body trembled under the unfamiliar sensation, clutching him desperately as he touched you.

“You’re so warm,” he teases, a sweet smile on his lips as he watches you intently.

You merely sigh and arch into him, silently encouraging him to touch you more.

“So sweet, why don’t you tell me what you want, hm?” he asks sweetly, tucking hair behind your ear.

“W-Want…” your brows furrow as you struggle to word exactly what it is you’re craving, “I just want you to touch me…”

“But I am touching you, bunny,” he coos, enjoying the way your eyes widen so cutely at the pet name. He grins, raising a brow, “Oh I get it...you want me to touch you...here…”

Your breath hitches as his hand slides lower, teasing the band of your shorts. He pauses, fingertips just barely under the hem, to watch the way your inexperienced body reacts.

Your chest heaves as you sigh, hips mindlessly thrusting forward as if hoping it would force his fingers into your shorts.

After you let out a soft whimper, he finally takes mercy on you and shoves his hand under -- into your panties. A soft curse immediately falls from his lips when he feels how wet you are -- immediately slicking the pads of his fingers.

“You’re so wet, fuck,” he moans, burying his face in your neck as his fingers slide through your folds.

You both can hear the slick sound of them parting as he finds your clit. Your thighs jerk under the stimulation as he circles the bud gently, careful not to overstimulate you too quickly.

“You’re so sensitive,” he breathes, “You really are a virgin, huh baby?”

You nod and whimper, clutching his biceps as he plays with your cunt until you’re dripping. Your panties stick to you when he pulls his hand out.

It’s almost like he suddenly feels greedy -- the second his hand is free, he’s stripping you of your shirt and tugging your shorts down your legs. He casts a little glance over his shoulder to check that both of you were still properly in frame.

Satisfied, he turns his attention back to you and gently shoves your thighs apart again -- moaning at the sight of your panties soaked through.

“God, you’re so wet, fuck,” he whispers, running his fingers over your clothed cunt in wonder, “You get this wet when you touch yourself too, baby?”

Your cheeks burn hot as you nod, “Y-Yeah...is that bad?”

He exhales deeply through his nose, shaking his head, “No baby, not at all. Fuck, I love it…”

Issei truly was in wonder. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slowly began pulling the material down. His eyes followed the strings of slick that connected to the fabric, trailing down your thighs as they broke.

Your little cunt was glistening, arousal drooling from the pretty little hole as you clenched around nothing.

His hands slid up your thighs, eagerly spreading them. You squealed, hands flying to your face to hide shly. He merely smiled, but didn’t do anything to stop you.

He's done this enough time to know just how vulnerable pretty little virgins like you could get. In his line of work he’d had everything from perverted virgins who were more than eager to please to shy little pillow princesses who blushed at the simplest of touches.

Your knees nearly touched the bed from how he kept your legs spread. His thumbs reached down, spreading your little cunt open. He could see the way you clenched under his gaze, a mindless whine escaping your lips.

“S-Stop staring like that…” you whimper.

He shushes you, “Just let me look at this pretty cunt, yeah? Be a good girl.”

Your hole clenched at that, more slick gushing out. He grinned -- of course you liked praise.

Slowly, he sinks down your body until you can feel his warm breath on your folds. The feeling makes your body tense up momentarily. But his sweet, tender caresses down your thighs as he moves your legs onto his shoulders let you relax.

You feel safe with him; secure and that fact makes him smile.

He presses a sweet little kiss in the dip between your hip and thigh. His lips are soft and so gentle as he slow begins to worship your body.

The first pass of his tongue over your folds makes your thighs jump, nearly crushing his head between them. He merely huffs out a soft laugh, using one hand on one of your thighs, pinning you open to avoid it happening again.

The next taste of you on his tongue makes him moan. His tongue finds your clit, softly swirling around the sensitive little bud. You taste so sweet and the sounds you make are even sweeter.

He abandons his hold on your thigh, instead prodding his fingertips at your entrance. The little hole clenches around nothing and he can’t help but smile -- he can feel you drooling against his fingers.

He wants to take it slow but the way you tremble in excitement for him to fill you up urges him to stuff two fingers in. Your back immediately arches as you squeal out his name. Your cunt is so hot and wet, already dripping down to his wrist.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he whispers, twisting his hand so his pal is facing up.

It allows him to crook his fingers, prodding your g-spot with ease. The melodious sounds you release as he teases and tortures that spot are music to his ears.

He leans down and once again fingers your clit -- only this time he wraps his lips around it. His tongue licking at the sensitive bud has your fingers tangling in his curls, tugging desperately at his hair.

Both of you can hear how wet you are with his fingers fucking you. He only hopes the camera’s mic can pick it up.

He swears he’s never felt a girl get as wet as you are. You’re dripping everywhere, making a mess of his hand, the bed, and his face. Mindlessly, you grind your hips down, wanting to get more of the incredible pleasure he’s giving you.

“Sei,” you whimper, tossing your head back as you cry, “I-I’m close, please.”

He doesn’t respond past flicking his eyes towards your face to let you know he heard you. You swear you can see a ghost of a smirk on his lips. His pace suddenly fastens and you keen at the pleasure, eyes rolling back in your head.

Your entire body goes taut and you fall silent for a split second before he feels your cunt spasm around his fingers.

He quickly realizes you’re cumming -- real hard.

He eagerly works you through it, mouthing at your clit as it throbs and pulses beneath his tongue. He hums at the feeling of you tugging his hair but does nothing to stop you. Your mouth is open, an endless stream of cries escaping until you finally fall limp on the bed, panting and trembling.

He pulls his fingers out, grinning when your body meanly twitches at the feeling. He holds his hang up so both you and the camera can see just how much cum covered him.

“You’re such a messy little girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, spreading his fingers so you can see the strings of slick sticks between them. The base of his fingers have a thick ring of milky white over them.

“‘M sorry,” you whimper, hiding your face in the pillow beside you.

Issei hums, leaning over you to cup your cheek with his clean hand, smiling softly down at you, “It’s alright, I’m only teasing you...I love that you made such a mess...felt real good, huh?”

You bashfully nod and he smiles, popping the soiled digits into his mouth to clean them as he carefully pushes the band of his sweats down. He tucks it underneath his balls and your mouth moistens with drool at the sight of such a nice, fat cock and full balls.

He wraps is fist around the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself -- milking precum from the tip to slick his length up with. There’s a dirty, wet sound as he does.

You eagerly spread your legs for him as he scoots himself on his knees between them once more. He can’t help the boyish laugh that escapes him when your entire body twitches after giving your tender little cunt a few mean slaps with his cock.

The tip prods at your entrance, whispers urging you to relax as he carefully works to fit in your tiny little cunt. Your mouth drops open, but no sound escapes as he slowly sinks deeper and deeper.

He pauses when he feels your walls squeeze down around him. Your body trembles and sweet little cries escape your lips as you begin to tremble.

“Fuck, you’re cummin’ already?” he groans, “I’m not even in all the way!”

You don’t say anything beyond crying out for more. He’s stunned -- he’s never had a virgin cream so hard on his cock just from having him put his cock inside. He can’t say he’s not thrilled, however. His cock is painfully hard from your slutty display and his balls are throbbing with the promise of getting to cum from a sensitive, responsive little virgin cunt like yours.

Once your pussy relaxes enough for him to move properly once again, he can’t resist fucking you with all he has. You cry out and sob through everything he gives you, back arching as you claw at everything you can get your hands on.

He takes pity on you and laces your fingers together, pinning your hands to the bed on either side of your head, using his weight to keep you still. His hips work dutifully, delivering slow, deep strokes that prod at every spot inside you that makes you cream messily around him.

“Is that good, baby?” he asks, grinning as you sob, “Am I fuckin’ this sweet little cunt nice and good?”

You mindlessly nod, “Yes Sei! F-Feels so good! ‘S so big!”

“I know, bunny,” he coos, “But you’re taking it so well. Doin’ so good for me. You’re squeezing me so tight, you gonna cum again? Just from this? Not even gonna have to touch that pretty little clit am I? Show me, pretty girl.”

Just as he expected, your entire body goes taut again. He has half a mind to force you to look at him, to watch the bashful look on your face as he makes you watch him as he makes you cum. But before he can think to long on that idea, he feels you gush around him.

“Fuck,” he moans, looking between your bodies to watch as you squirt all over him, “Look at that! Makin’ such a mess for me.”

With every movement of his cock, you squirt around him. It’s filthy and so, so messy. His sweats are soaked and his skin drips with your cum. His lip is tucked between his teeth as he continues to fuck you.

Your orgasm seems never ending -- you continue gush and spasm beneath him. Mindless babbles escape your lips -- praises and pretty begs for what, he doesn’t know.

“Fucked stupid on a nice, fat cock for the first time,” he growls, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it, pretty?”

His question seems to flicker life back into you and you squeal, “Inside! Please, Sei! Want you to cum inside!”

He doesn’t even get a chance to respond before your legs are locking around his waist, as if trying to trap his cock inside the hot velvet of your still spasming cunt. He groans, stuffing you full before he finally cums. His balls throb and you swear you can feel it as he fills you with hot cum.

When he finally comes down, the both of you are panting but you’re much more worn out than he is. He smiles and presses a sweet kiss to your temple, watching your eyes flutter before slipping closed immediately.

He’s careful as he pulls out, making sure to cover you with a blanket before moving to shut the camera off. Usually, he would clean you both up but you look so cute curled up on the bed like that, that he can’t resist slipping in beside you to hold you close -- intent on taking a nap himself.

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

“my good girl,” he breathes, cupping your cheek, “you’re taking it so well.”

“fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groans, eyes rolling back as he feels your cunt flutter desperately around him, “you’re so sensitive today, does it feel good? tell me, baby.”

“cum for me,” his hips roll perfectly against yours, making your entire tremble and arch, “that’s it, pretty girl. give it to me, just like that…my good girl.”

— issei matsukawa.

› he has a pretty dirty mouth

› he likes to tease you about your size difference

› and about how his cock is too big for you

› uses a lot of pet names as well

› they just slip out so easily for him!

+

“look at you takin’ a cock too big for you,” he growls, rocking half his cock inside – waiting for you to relax enough for him to sink completely in, “you gonna let me in, baby? c’mon, i wanna fuck this filthy cunt properly.”

“you’re creamin’ everywhere,” you flush at the filthy words, looking down to see he’s right – a white ring at the base of his cock, “does it feel that good to be stuffed full? yeah, bet it does, dirty girl.”

“you cummin’?” he growls, “fuck yeah you are, look at that little cunt squirt, god, you’re so dirty – cumming all over my fat fuckin’ cock.”

— takahiro hanamaki.

› he does a lot of teasing

› his tone usually holds an air of condescension

› and he likes to laugh at you, making you out to be some stupid little girl who needs his cock to get off

› he loves the embarrassed look on your face when he makes you beg to make you cum

+

“so messy,” he whispers, licking his lips at the sight of your cunt gushing all around him, “sloppy little cunt just loves my cock, huh?”

“you’re so desperate it’s cute,” he laughs, making your face flush hot, “you act as if you don’t get stuffed full every night. how pathetic!”

“why don’t you cum for me? hm?” his fingers work over your clit expertly, “if you cum all pretty for me i’ll fill you up with my cum, how’s that sound? oh! you’re squeezing me so tight, what a sweet girl…wanting my cum.”

— kentaro kyotani.

› he’s pretty heavy on degradation and humiliation

› a lot of demeaning names and insults

› he almost never does outright praise or sweet pet names

› if he does, it’s usually condescending

+

“filthy little whore,” his voice is as rough as his grip on your hair, forcing your back to arch, “getting off on being used like this.”

“you’re so pathetic,” his words make your cunt clench, something that draws a scoff from him, “i can feel you gushing all over me, you gonna make a mess? you know what’ll happen if you do.”

“cum for me,” his spits, laying a harsh slap against your clit, “that’s it, little slut, just like that. god, you’re creaming…filthy.”

You had never even had a boyfriend before, so to wind up in this position with a man twice your age was surreal. But the longer he stared at you with those sharp, heated eyes, the wetter your panties became. 

His words run around in your head. Of course, you knew younger girls -- girls your age, always threw themselves at Hanamaki. You were pretty sure that was a reason your mom dumped him -- too much insecurity caused from it. 

But to hear him pretty much confess that he liked to bed college girls made you squirm. 

“Bet you’re dripping into those pretty panties, aren’t you?” he breathes, “Move your hands, let me see you.”

You whine and slowly force your arms to your sides, fighting the urge to cover yourself once more as his eyes landed on you. You felt so exposed and vulnerable. 

“Hiro…” you whimper, making his heartbeat speed up for a split second at the sound of a sweet nickname falling from your lips.

“I’ve dreamt about this for so long,” he whispers, reaching behind himself to pull his shirt over his head, “You have no idea…”

“H-How long?” you manage to ask, eyes raking across his body.

He’s not fit or anything like you remember seeing him in pictures when he was in highschool. He had long since abandoned volleyball and his body had begun to show his age. He wasn’t unattractive by any means, he was filled out in all the right places. His skin looked soft and his biceps bulged with every movement he made. 

“Since I was with your mother,” he grumbles, finally working on his belt, pulling the leather out of the loops on his jeans.

“What?” you gasp, eyes wide, “I-Is that why you broke up?”

He pauses what he’s doing to look at you, shrugging after a second, “Not entirely…” he sighs when he sees that you’re not willing to let the conversation go, “You know how your mother is...she’s jealous of everyone. Even you.”

“Seems she had a reason to be jealous of me,” you mutter, biting your lip to fight back a smile.

It was no secret between the two of you how toxic your mother was. She was vain, always believing she had to be the prettiest, most important person in a room. It really put a strain on your relationship when she started to force those ideals onto you -- be the perfect daughter to the perfect mom. When you moved away, you pretty much stopped contact with her.

“Well, you are a threat,” he whispers, reaching down to grip your thighs. You squeal as he tugs you to the end of the bed, “Just look at you, darling, you’re just stunning...perfect body...pretty tits.”

“Hiro…” you whisper, squirming on the bed as you await his next move.

“Let’s get these off,” he hooks his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them down your thighs. 

Strings of slick connected your pussy to the fabric. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight. He brought your panties up to his face, thumbing the wet material, your juices stuck to his finger when he pulled away and he couldn’t help but bring the digit to his mouth.

“Fuck, taste so good,” he growls through his teeth, “And you always did wear the cutest little panties.”

“Huh?” you manage to gasp out through the haze of lust that had taken over you.

He chuckled darkly, letting your panties fall to the ground, “You never noticed how your panties went missing all the time? Couldn’t help steal them when I found them in the laundry basket.”

You giggle, hiding your face behind your hands, “Dirty old man.”

He barked out a laugh, finally dropping to his knees, gripping your thighs to pull them apart, letting him see your glistening folds, “And you’re a needy little slut, aren’t you? Getting off on fucking this old man.”

You bite your lip and peek out of your fingers at him. It feels so lewd to be like this, having your legs spread apart with a man twice your age between your legs. He had a kid just about your age, yet there you were -- letting him spread your sensitive little cunt open so he could stare at your pulsing hole and clit.

“Seriously…” he finally gasps out, “Young girls like you...fuck, you’re always so sensitive and get so fucking wet...I feel like an addict.”

“Hiro…” you whimper, reaching down to wrap your hand in his graying hair. It was softer than you thought it would be, “I-I’ve never done this before...you know?”

He curses under his breath, “Yeah, I know sweetheart...trust me...I know,” he presses a kiss to your ankle, “I’ll take real good care of you.”

You whimper as he suddenly leans in, swiping his tongue between your folds. Your entire body tightened as he flicked over your clit. He didn’t mind your hand tightening in his hair -- not when you were arching desperately, already grinding your hips down in search of more stimulation.

You were so sensitive and wet, gushing into his mouth. He eagerly lapped it up, bringing his hand up to quickly sink two fingers into your cunt. You gasped and your body tensed up for a moment, prompting him to pull away.

“Does that hurt, pretty baby?” he coos, keeping his fingers still for you as you whimper and nod, “Sorry, baby...didn’t think about how it might be too much for you.”

“‘S okay…” you mumble, body slowly relaxing, “Y-You can keep goin’.”

He grins, wrapping his lips around your clit once again. He keeps his finger’s movements to a minimum, not wanting to overwhelm you too quickly. You sigh and moan happily, thighs twitching at the pleasure he’s giving you.

“‘M gonna make you cum,” he whispers, circling his tongue around the hard little bud. 

His fingers sped up, crooking up to hit that tender little spot inside you. You let out an adorable squeal, thighs suddenly clamping around his head. He growls in mild annoyance, using his other hand to pin you open for him to continue.

His cock is straining against his zipper, throbbing in response to your responsive body. Your cunt was tightening around his fingers and he moans against your clit, knowing you’re about to cum. Your thighs are trembling and you clutch desperately at his hair. He didn’t mind the pain, in fact it made his cock even harder. 

As you finally came, you cried out his name and it was like music to his ears. Your entire body trembled and jerked underneath him, cunt squeezing his fingers as you creamed around them. He swore he could feel your clit throbbing against his tongue.

After a minute, you began pushing him away and he did so almost reluctantly. He pulled his fingers from your cunt with a lewd squelching. Holding the digits up, he spread them apart so you could see the way your cum clung to them in sticky strings. 

You whimper at the lewd sight of it but he merely grins, popping them into his mouth with a muted moan.

“Virgins just taste so sweet,” he whispers, making your face flush hot.

With practiced ease, he grips your waist and pushes you back up the bed until your head is in the pillows. He straightens himself up and begins shedding himself of the final layer of clothes he wears. 

You squirm on the bed at the sight of his cock. It’s pretty, long and pink with a flushed red tip. Precum drools down the side which he quickly catches with his hand, stroking himself languidly to the sight of you gawking at his cock.

“You still want this, pretty?” he breathes, licking his lips as he waits for your response.

You swallow thickly and sigh. You can’t believe you’re in this position. It feels so unlike you to do something like this; lose your virginity to your mothers ex-boyfriend, a man she had forbidden you to even talk to after their break up.

But as you look up at him, you feel your cunt clench pathetically around nothing and know that you need him -- want him more than anything. 

“Please, Hiro,” you softly cry, reaching out for him.

He groans at your consent, climbing onto the bed. It dips under his weight as he positions himself between your legs. He wraps his fist around the base of his cock, shuddering under the feeling of his own touch. Slapping the thick head against your wet folds, he grins when your entire body twitches in response to the feeling.

Whining low in your throat, you grip the pillow beneath your head. Your eyes are lidded and your lips are parted as you pant under his intense gaze. 

“Hiro…” you sigh softly, watching his lips twitch in response to you whining his name. 

He feels drunk, head hazy as he strokes the tip between your folds, catching your clit and dipping into your hot little hole to watch you gush against him. 

His ex-girlfriends sweet little daughter was beneath him, damn near creaming around the tip of his cock every time he pressed it against you. You were just about the age of his own kid and it felt so taboo, so wrong. But that only made it feel more exhilarating. 

It wasn’t the first time he had sunk his fat cock into the tiny, tender little virgin cunt of a college girl. It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“You sure you want it, pretty girl?” he groans, “Want me to pop this little cherry?”

You flush under his crude words and find yourself shyly nodding. A wide grin splits his face and before you can think twice, his hips are nudging forward, popping the head inside of you. Your thighs twitch closed at the sting but he’s quick to pin them down, rocking his hips to push more and more of his length inside you until his hips are flush against yours.

You’re panting by the time he finally stills, thighs trembling in his hold. He can feel your cunt spasming around him and he can’t help but fold your legs up against your chest, pinning you there as he slowly begins to fuck you properly.

His eyes are locked onto the way your cunt stretches around him, a thick ring of white at the base of his cock every time he pulls out. It’s mouthwatering and so cute just how responsive you are. You precious little cunt sucks his cock back desperately every time he pulls out. 

“Hiro!” you squeal, little hands slapping down onto the bed, unsure exactly what to do with them.

He smiles, taking pity on you before he leans down, taking your wrists in his hands, prompting you into wrapping your arms around his neck. The change in position allows him to grind against your clit every time he sinks in. Your thighs squeeze his sides, body keeping them pinned open as he continues to fuck you.

Your fingers wrap themselves in his hair and you find yourself clinging desperately to him. He presses his lips against yours and smiles as you moan softly into his mouth. Your entire body was trembling in his arms and it made his cock throb almost painfully.

“So sweet,” he whispers, “Does it feel good, pretty? Tell me.”

“F-Feel’s so good!” you squeal, eyes rolling back in your head as you pant.

He could tell you were getting close with the way your entire body seemed to be alight with nerves, twitching and spasming beneath him. Your back arched and your tight little cunt squeezed around his cock, making him slow his pace to avoid hurting you.

The action caused an almost disappointed cry falling from your lips but he quickly shushed you, instead changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that sweet little spot inside of you. 

“You’re close…” he whispers, looking down between your bodies to watch how soaked his cock had become in your juices, “C’mon, baby, lemme see you cum.”

“C-Can’t!” you gasp, “‘S too much!”

“No, you can do it, baby,” he encourages, “Just relax and let go for me, hm?”

A soft sob rips from your lips before you suddenly fall quiet. His eyes drift to your face and sees your lip is tucked between your teeth and your brows are drawn together. He reaches between your legs to find your clit, wet and hard beneath his fingers as he circles it.

Your mouth drops open and you release an almost timid little cry, hands reaching down to wrap around his wrist. 

Your walls clamp down around him and he curses, feeling the indicative feeling of your gushing around him, squirting against his abdomen and soaking the both of you in your cum. You’re squealing and crying beneath him, tears falling from your eyes as he continues to fuck you through the high. He pins your trembling body down, keeping you from moving as he works himself to his own high.

His heavy balls slap wetly against you every time he sinks in. His cock is soaked in your cum and the sight makes him throb, finally sending him over the edge. He freezes, sinking himself balls deep inside of your still spasming cunt, making sure to shoot his cum against your cervix. You whimper at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up but quickly relax when the two of you fall still.

Once he pulls out and works on cleaning the two of you up, he can’t resist pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead. You look so cute and sweet cuddled up in his bed, struggling to stay awake after he’d fucked you so well.

Neither of you knows what to say as he lays down beside you, pulling you into his arms. Both of you know how wrong this entire thing is but part of him knows he’s become completely and utterly addicted to you. 

The picture of his ex-wife and mother of his kid sits on his nightstand, collecting dust and you muse the outcome of if your mother found out you had fucked her ex-boyfriend as you fall asleep.

“are you okay?” he asks as you snuggle against his chest, his hands hovering over your skin before you tell him how you feel.

once you confirm you’re perfectly fine, he allows himself to indulge in touching you, petting your hair and skin. it’s silent, him not having much to say and you too tuckered out to bother with much conversation.

it’s a comfortable silence the two of  you are more than willing to indulge in. both of you know you don’t have to talk in order to feel close.

— yaku morisuke.

› hes kind of sadistic and likes to dabble in heavy degredation with very little praise to cushion it

› so aftercare to him is pretty much mandatory

› even if you two have soft sex, he’ll still spoil you afterwards because he just loves to make sure you’re aware of how much he cherishes you

+

“there we go, sit up for me,” he urges, soft hand placed on the small of your back to keep physical contact with you, “you did so well for me, you know? and i love you so much...here, drink.”

the way he beams proudly when you take a few slow sips from the bottle he offers makes your heart flutter in your chest. his fingers draw gentle little circles on your back as your brain finally begins to settle.

“that’s it,” he praises, taking a seat, “let me take care of my precious little girl, hm?”

— bokuto kotaro.

› K I N G OF AFTERCARE

› DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU DO

› WILL SMOTHER YOU TO SMITHEREENS !!!!

› hes a big dumb himbo so sometimes he accidentally hurts you

› and he always has to make sure you’re ok!!!

+

“oh sorry!” he gushes when he brushes against a tender spot on your thigh in his mission to clean you of the mess created all over your skin.

he beams when you assure him it’s fine, carrying on with wiping your skin down, cleaning up your conjoined mess. his touches remain light and steady through the entire process until he deems you clean and decides to lay beside you.

soft love confessions fall from his lips as he curls his body around yours, stroking your hair and telling you any story that comes to his head until you’re both gathered enough to get something to eat.

— akaashi keiji.

› very articulate with his aftercare

› always seems to have his shit together when the time comes

› it also means a lot to him to be able to take care of you

› makes him feel needed and like he’s being a good boyfriend

+

he doesn’t say much of anything as he cleans you up. you don’t mind, conversation is difficult. but still, you’ll talk to fill the silence and he’s eager to listen, tossing you an occasional smile or nod to acknowledgement.

when you complain that your body aches, hes quick to jump to his feet and head to the bathroom, filling the bathtub so you can have a relaxing soak.

while he hadn’t planned to join you, he can’t decline you when you toss him those puppy dog eyes and confess that you want him to hold you. and he’ll be damned before he leaves you alone when it’s clear you need him still.

— konoha akinori.

› he’s a tease in bed so sometimes you wind up very emotional and overstimulated

› so he always, always makes sure to take the time to ease you back down from whatever intense headspace you got locked up in

› he’s very emotionally vulnerable during these times, wanting you to feel safe and secure with him

› he has a kit he’s gathered from your time together of things he noticed make you feel the best afterwards!!!

+

he can’t help but chuckle when you tearily cling to him, shaking hands wrapped around him, clutching at his skin. he pets your hair and litters every nearby spot with kisses.

“shh...” he soothes, “you’re okay.”

he can’t help the smile that crosses this face when you snuggle deeper into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. his sweet caresses never cease, even as your breathing finally evens out and he peeks down to see you’ve fallen asleep in his arms.

“look at ya,” he sighs blissfully, “you’re taking every inch so well. you’re doin’ good. doesn’t it feel good? being nice and full of a fat cock?”

“you’re pathetic,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes as you gag around his cock, “sayin’ ya can take all of me but droolin’ and chokin’ like this? you didn’t lie to me, did you, kitten?”

“take it all,” he huffs, “i’ll make ya cum like you deserve. stop runnin’ from it. i know just what you need. behave.”

— shinsuke kita.

› he loves sweet talk

› praise is his forte.

› he likes to make sure you know that he thinks you’re pretty

› and that he loves you

+

“you take it so well,” he smiles, holding your hips to support you as you eagerly bounce on his cock, “you’re so wet, i love it so much.”

“good girl,” he praises, eyes bright as he watches the way your back arches in orgasm, trembling and whimpering shamelessly

“you’re so beautiful,” his voice is breathy from rocking his hips against yours for the last 15 minutes, “so perfect, i love you so much.”

— rintaro suna.

› he doesn’t talk very much

› but when he does, it’s either praise and encouragement

› or degrading, mean words to get you to fall over the edge

+

“just a little more,” he grunts, one hand folded beneath his head, the other cupping your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, “i’m almost there.”

“you’re doin’ so well,” his voice is slurred, lazy with the pleasure your clasping cunt around his cock brings him, “takin’ my cock so well, you know?”

“that’s it,” he groans, “ride just like that. does it feel good? getting stuffed nice and full by a fat cock? show me then. c’mon cum for me.”

— aran ojiro.

› a big fan of pet names

› whether it’s you calling him daddy or sir

› or him calling you kitten or his sweet baby

› terms of endearment and such.

+

“daddy will make it all better,” he huffs, hand wrapped around your throat to keep your back pinned against his chest, “all ya have to do it cum for me. you can do that can’t you?”

“you’re so tight, kitten,” his voice is low, lips pressed against your ear so you can hear every filthy word he whispers, “creamin’ on daddy’s cock like a good girl. what do you say?”

“sound so pretty beggin’ for my cum,” the roll of his hips are rhythmic, the thick head bumping against your g-spot, drawing our harmonious sounds from your swollen lips, “don’t worry, babygirl, daddy will give you everything you want, just lay back and look pretty for me.”

— takanobu aone.

› another one who doesn’t talk much

› in fact, he most only lets out grunts and one word praises

› typically, the most that falls from his lips is at the height of his orgasm

› and they’re usually soft little love confessions

+

“so pretty,” he sighs, thumbs holding your folds open to watch the way your greedy cunt swallows his cock.

“doing so well,” he whispers, lips pressed against your ear, rocking his hips desperately against yours, “you feel so good.” he can feel your cervix against the tip of his cock and it makes you tremble, bringing a smile to his face.

“i-i love you…” he pants, a few more swift rolls of his hips into your messy, creamy cunt and he spills eagerly inside you, filling you up with his hot load, “so much.”

— kenji futakuchi.

› another one with a foul mouth

› he can be especially mean if he’s pissed off

› very big fan of dumbification and making you cry lmao

+

“stupid little bitch,” he snarls, viciously gripping your hair as you sob, “does that hurt, hm? am i too deep? too bad. maybe if you didn’t act like a needy little whore all day, i would be nicer on this horny cunt.”

“look at you,” his laugh makes your face burn in humiliation, “you look like such a slut making that face. maybe i should take a picture so i can show you what you look like desperate for cock. it really is a sight.”

“you’re cumming again? disgusting,” he snaps, giving your tender clit a harsh slap, “maybe i should start ruining them so you stop being a greedy bitch. you don’t even thank me for making this sloppy cunt cream all the time. i think you need to be taught a lesson, hm? oh don’t look at me like that…it’s what you deserve.”

he sighs, letting his head fall back against the pillow, "that's it, just like that."

he can feel your eyes on him as you grind your hips against his, "keep going, faster. does it feel good?"

"you're so pretty," he can't help but smile when you nuzzle against his hand as he cups your cheek, "you're gonna make me cum. want it inside? beg me."

— morisuke yaku.

› a bit of a foul mouth tbh

› can be a bit mean and condescending if he wants

› will also give backhanded praise

+

"filthy whore," he spits, enjoying the way you wince and lower your gaze in shame, "you're so fucking wet for what? hm? tell me what got your pussy so messy."

"oh are you gonna cum?" he laughs, "who told you that you were allowed? maybe if you beg real pretty ill consider it."

"i'm cumming," he announces, grunting in time to the sound of skin slapping together, "you should have better harder, maybe you'd be cumming with me then, huh? too bad!"

— kotarou bokuto.

› holy grail of praise and compliments

› first thing on his mind is to make sure you feel good about yourself

› so lots of reassurance as well!!!

› it super vocal about how he feels in the moment too

+

"just like that, fuck, that feels so good bunny! you're working my cock so well, my good girl."

he's panting, chest heaving as he using his weight to pin you down, "perfect little cunt, does it feel good? taking my cock? yeah, i can tell, you're creamin' all over it!"

"i'm gonna cum," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut, "i love you so much, you're so perfect, such a good girl - my good girl, yeah?"

— keiji akaashi.

› another pretty quiet one

› but hes quiet more because he likes the way it flusters you

› he knows just when to feed you praise

› also prefers pet names and compliments over mean, degrading words!

+

"is that all you can do?" he sighs, sounding almost disappointed despite the fact you have over half his cock down your throat.

"you're crying now?" he smiles, cupping your cheek with a smile on his face. the look in his eyes is almost sadistic, however, and sends a shiver down your spine, "you're so pretty when you cry, do it some more for me."

"oh you want my cum, huh?" he laughs, and it sounds so soft it makes your heart flutter in your chest, "such a good girl, sound so pretty begging for my load."

— akinori konoha.

› hes both hot and cold

› on one hand you can absolutely expect mean!konoha or soft!konoha all in one sitting

› he likes hurting your feelings and then soothing the ache with sweet words

+

"stupid little whore," he snarls, hand slapping harshly against your cheek. his cock throbs at the choked cry of pain you let out at the impact, "oh that was a cute noise. should i hit you some more so you keep making it?"

"oh my sweet little bitch," you wince at the harsh name and sniffle, "go ahead and cry for me. if you cry real pretty i'll make this slutty cunt cum nice and hard, okay?"

"look at that!" he laughs, making you flush in humiliation, "youre squirting everywhere. what a messy little pussy you've got, maybe i should punish you for it..."

You sat in your shared bed, the lights dimmed with your phone in your hands. As you tuned in to his stream, you were greeted with a familiar sight. The studio was exactly the same as always and your boyfriend was more than familiar – but it still felt so surreal. Like you were an outside looking in, despite the fact that he was just down the hall from you.

You had spent a little while procrastinating, debating on whether you really should watch it or not. Issei had never told you that you couldn’t watch. But he never really encouraged you to either. Truthfully, his career behind that door was sort of a mystery to you.

Due to your back and forth dilemma with yourself, the stream was already well in progress by the time you started watching.

His body was a familiar sight – but it was different seeing it from an outside perspective. Right now, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were a viewer.

His fingers, adorned in metal rings, were wrapped around his thick cock. It made your mouth go dry at the sight. His cock was so pretty, long and thick with a blushing red head that glistened under the ring lights from the dripping precum.

Your gaze fell to the comments, seeing people complimenting him – as could be expected. After all, these were people who were paying for the privilege of watching him stroke his cock.

‘Your cock is so big!’

‘I’d cry trying to take it but I’d still thank you.’

‘His hands look like my favorite necklace.’

A strange feeling settled in your chest as you read all these people’s thoughts on your boyfriend. They gushed about how perfect he was, how amazing his cock was, how much they’d die to be stuffed full by him.

He grinned and laughed, giving flirtatious comments in response to them.

“Yeah? You think you could take my cock?” he chuckles, breath shuddering as he squeezed his length, “I don’t think you could handle it.”

“Ah, I bet you’d be such a good little girl for me,” he whispers, eyes lidded, “You’d cry and take my cock like you’re supposed to, huh?”

As he says these dirty things, the tips continue to rise. The words are familiar as they fall from his lips because they’re things you’re used to hearing.

You’re not sure how to feel knowing he’s talking to these nobodies the same way he talks to you so you click out of the app before the feeling becomes too much. You place your phone down and sigh, feeling your heart ache in jealousy as you replay the recycled words you’d heard him say night after night to you.

You know it’s stupid to feel jealous; it’s his job. He talks that way so he can make money. But it still instills you with an unfamiliar feeling of insecurity. It almost felt like everything he said and did to you wasn’t as special as you thought it was – because he just turned around to say the exact same things to faceless nobodies who paid him.

Issei is the only man you’d ever dated. He was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, and he was the one to take your virginity. You’d never even held hands with anyone else.

But you know he had fucked around a lot before the two of you got together, when you were just a shy, pining little girl for him. Of course he had, there was no way a man like him wouldn’t have girls all over him, feral for the opportunity to sit down on his cock and make him fall in love with her. After all, he’d made a job out of it.

It was never something that made you insecure. Issei never did anything that made you question his feelings or loyalty to you. So jealousy and possessiveness wasn’t a feeling you were familiar with. And you weren’t quite fond of it, you were learning.

You wanted to storm into the studio and sit on his cock, make all of his viewers see that his cock was all yours and they only had the privilege of watching him — put them in their place.

You sat with the negative feelings for the entire night. He finished his stream and took a shower, helped you cook dinner, and you sat on the couch with him as you watched a couple movies together.

He didn’t notice anything different in your demeanor. You weren’t mad at him so you had no reason to be passive aggressive.

But when you crawled into bed that night and laid beside him, tucked against his body, you thought back to all those women who were probably touching themselves to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect cock and pretty words.

You frowned and tossed your leg over his waist. He looked up from his phone in surprise, a brow raised before he smiled.

“Can I help you with something, babygirl?” he placed his free hand on your bare thigh, stroking the skin gently.

“I wanna ride you,” you demand softly, making him laugh.

“Since when are you so bold?” he teases, locking his phone before tossing it to the side. You pout and push the band of his sweats down to pull his cock free. He reaches out and grabs your wrist with his eyes narrowed, “I think you know better than that, pretty girl. Is that how you ask Daddy for his cock?”

You shrink a bit under his gaze and lower your head, “N-No Daddy…I’m sorry…”

He smiled, “It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you ask politely, hm?”

You swallow thickly and nod, “C-Can I ride your cock, Daddy?”

He licks his lips and relaxes against the pillows with a sigh, “Go ahead and get me hard then, pretty baby.”

It wasn’t a difficult task, just the fact you were so eager for him was enough to have him getting harder by the second. You eagerly spit on his length, using it so aide in the slick movements of your hand as you jerked him off.

“That’s a good girl, fuck,” he breathes, body trembling as he stroke him with practiced ease, “Lift up, sweet girl.”

You do as you’re told, sitting up on your knees, keeping your hand wrapped around his length. He bats your hand away and you pout, but he pays no mind as he instead decides to strip you. He pulls the thin nightshirt you were wearing, dropping it off the side of the bed before sitting up properly to eagerly wrap his lips around your pert nipple.

You whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair as he circles the bud with his tongue. He pulls away for a second, nipping your breast before breathing out, “Are you wet, babygirl?”

You nod, “Yes, please Daddy…I want your cock.”

He clicks his tongue, “You know better than that. Let me see your pretty cunt, hm?”

Your pout deepens but you do as you’re asked and sit between his thighs, pulling your panties off before handing them to him. He hums, thumbing the material to see how wet it is before tossing them away. He looks expectantly at you and you immediately let your legs fall apart.

“Let Daddy see,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around his cock as you reach between your legs to spread your folds apart.

A couple years ago, you would have never been able to do something so lewd. You always felt so embarrassed when he wanted to look at your pussy but you eventually learned how turned on it made him. You still felt shy but you enjoyed the way his cock throbbed when you let him look.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he whispers, grabbing your arms to tug you back into his lap properly, “Fuck, you are wet.”

Your cunt is pressed against the underside of his cock. It’s hot and throbbing against your clit, an addictive feeling that makes you grind against him. He groans, head falling back as you move along, coating him in your juices.

“Can I have your cock now Daddy, please?” you whine but he shakes his head, making you whine.

He pulls you against his chest and slips his hand between your legs, leaning up to press his lips against yours. His fingers circle your clit before prodding your little hole, slipping two inside easily. It stings but it’s a feeling you’ve learned to accept eagerly.

“Let Daddy stretch you out,” he whispers against your lips. You start grinding against his fingers, fucking yourself on the pretty digits as he curses, “Fuck, ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that.”

“Daddy…” you sob, head dropping against his shoulder as he curls his fingers, tapping your sweet spot. The stimulation makes you gush and you sob, clenching around him before you reach down to find your clit, “Y-You’re gonna make me cum…”

“I sure am, sweet girl,” he coos, choosing that moment to mercilessly fuck his fingers into your poor little cunt, abusing that tender little spot inside that has you creaming and dripping down his wrist.

A mantra of ‘daddy’ falls from your lips as you cum hard, trembling and sobbing against him as he fucks you through the high. He slows but doesn’t stop until you’re begging him to.

His hand is soaked in your cum and he can’t resist popping his two fingers in his mouth to taste. You suddenly remember the first time he ever did that, the way you squealed indignantly and hid your face in the pillow out of shame. He’d laughed and spent 20 minutes explaining how much he loved it and how he wanted to eat you out so bad now that he got a little taste of your sweet cum.

Before you could fully come down from your high, you reach beneath you and take his cock in your hand. He opens his mouth to speak, probably to stop you or scold you, but before he can, you’re sinking down onto his length. It burns as usual but the fiery pit of jealousy still burns bright and you want him to think of you too. You know it’s silly because there’s no way he’s thinking of faceless girls who comment on his streams but you still feel like you need to lay claim to him.

He’s your boyfriend.

“Jesus, baby,” he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as you immediately begin bouncing on his cock, “What has you so riled up?”

“You’re mine, right, Daddy?” you pant.

He grips your waist, aiding in your movements as you fuck him like a toy, “Fuck yeah baby. Daddy is all yours. My cock’s all yours.”

You grin at his admission, feeling satisfied. That was all you needed to hear.

He looks at you, having no idea what this behavior was all about. But he had no complaints in the end.

Despite the negative feeling watching his stream had caused you, you continued to watch them. The outcome is always the same; you wind up ending the night staking your claim and making him remind you that he is yours. And he remained more or less ignorant to your behavior.

The night things take a turn is when you tune in to find him in his usual position, fucking his cock into his fist. He’s panting, more of a growl than anything, and muttering things you’d never quite heard before.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” he grunts, teeth gritted as he watched the comments, “I don’t give a shit about a good girl. I want a bratty little girl I can let some steam off on, put her back in her place.”

He grins as the comments fly by, viewers pleading to be that girl for him. Telling him they’d be perfect for him, the best sub he could ever dream of.

“I don’t think you could handle it,” he threatens with a narrowed gaze, “You’d let me slap you around? Let me treat you like filthy little whore? How pathetic.”

You gasp at the harsh, degrading words. Issei had never spoken like that before, it was strange to hear it. You find yourself being thankful you weren’t on the receiving end of that language because you were sure you’d probably end up crying.

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “I’m sure you’d be such a pretty little brat for me.”

You sit back, his words fluttering around inside your head.

What did he mean he had steam to blow off? Why would he be unsatisfied? Is it because you were too…easy? You never fought him, he always whispered praise and sweet words to you. He’d never called you a name like that before. Is that what he wanted? To call you a dirty slut instead of his sweet girl?

Insecurity festered within you. In fact, you barely even noticed the fact you’d started pulling away. You didn’t consciously realize you were questioning yourself – doubting his attraction to you.

He was at a loss, baffled by your seemingly sudden rejection of him. It was almost as if you kept shying away from him when he tried to touch you – you had never denied him like that. You avoided his gaze in bed, choosing to cling to the bed sheets instead of burying yourself in his chest like you usually do.

Things progressively began to feel more awkward for him. He wasn’t sure if you felt it too, but he started feeling more apprehensive about touching you because he thought you didn’t want him to.

When he stopped trying anything with you, you started to feel even worse. Every insecurity you felt festered more and more until you felt like you were holding back tears just by looking at him. You were convinced, especially now that he crawled into bed with his back to you instead of peppering your face with kisses and slipping his hand down your panties so he could make you cum before bed, that you were no longer what he wanted.

Another night, you were sat curled up in bed. Issei hadn’t even told you he was going to start streaming – the only clue you had was the solid click of the studio door.

So you sat there, curled up in bed, leaning against the headboard with your phone in your hand as you watched him grin at the camera. He read the comments, slowly palming himself over his sweats – one of your favorite pairs that you’d seen him wear.

“I seem tense?” he mused, reading a comment, “I guess so. My cock’s been hard for days,” he tosses his head back and laughs but you can tell it’s not as genuine as it could be.

Guilt eats at you, knowing that you were the reason he was so tense – he wasn’t coming to you to get off anymore.

“Hmm,” he sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You track the way his tongue slips over his bottom lip and his cock twitches visibly beneath the fabric of his pants, making him grunt, “No, I don’t have anyone to take care of my cock,” his words make you shrink in on yourself, tears pricking at your eyes, “Oh, you wanna take care of it, huh? Come here then.”

Something about his words has you jumping to your feet.

The only time you’d ever stepped foot in his studio beyond to clean it every once in a while. Otherwise, it was completely his space that he took care of. So to stand in front of the door, located at the very end of the hall, was strange. Especially since you could hear his muffled voice from within.

Taking a deep breath, you twist the knob and push the door open. Issei jumps from where he’s on the bed, leans forward and hits a button on the keyboard to mute himself before looking at you in confusion.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” his tone was almost curt and for a moment you second guess yourself. He watches you shift awkwardly on your feet and his gaze immediately softens, “Baby, what is it?”

The pet name makes you look up, tears stinging your eyes at the tender look in his eyes. His gaze flashes to the computer for a second before moving back to you.

“I just…” you pause, tugging awkwardly at your oversized t-shirt before blinking your tears away, “Am I…still what you want?”

He blinks, confused for a second before cocking his head. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you can tell the exact moment he realizes what you mean. Clicking his tongue, he holds his hand out, “Is that why you’ve been actin’ like this? Because you thought I didn’t like you anymore?”

You look in confusion at his outstretched hand and take a step forward, “I-I thought…maybe you felt I was too easy a-and you wanted someone brattier.”

He laughs, a genuine one, and you can see his eyes light up when you finally place your hand in his. In the blink of an eye, he’s tugged you into his lap, making you squeal before he’s silencing you with a kiss.

“I think I would go insane with a brat,” he chuckles, “Besides, I love you exactly how you are, my sweet girl, hm?”

You shift where you sit, feeling his cock is still hard beneath you and you bite your lip, “I really missed you.”

“God, I thought you’d never say that,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, “Let me just turn the stream off and I’ll make everything up to you, hm?”

You stop him before he can, however, shaking your head, “I…”

He notices the bashful look in your eyes and groans, “Is that how it is, baby? You want everyone to see who owns my cock?”

You eagerly nod and he hisses as you grind your hips against his cock. He leans around you and taps the button again, unmuting himself.

Neither of you waits even a second longer. He holds your hips up, letting you pull his cock free from the confines of his pants as he yanks your shirt over your head, laughing at the way it messes up your hair.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he coos, cupping your breasts, “Prettiest fuckin’ tits, huh, baby?”

You whimper, wrapping your fist around his cock, giving him a few squeezes to make him shudder. You can feel his precum drooling from the head, leaking down to meet your fist so you can stroke it into his skin.

“You’re so hard, Daddy,” you breathe, making him groan as he nods his head, “‘M sorry…”

“Don’t worry at all, pretty baby,” he huffs, thumbing at your nipples as he looks down to watch how you stroke him.

“Can I have your cock, Daddy?” you ask, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

He nods, unable to formulate words. It feels like it had been months since he had last properly felt your slick little cunt around his fat cock. His eyes are lidded, biting his lip as he watches you sit up to slip your panties aside. Neither of you think twice about even looking at the chat to read comments.

Right now, this is about the two of you – about showing everyone that Issei does have someone there to take care of his cock every night. Someone who he adores. And anyone with eyes can see how enamored he is with you.

As you position yourself above his cock, he narrows his eyes at you and with a firm grip to your waist, tosses you onto the bed beside him.

“Daddy!” you squeal, bouncing on the mattress, “Why–”

“You know better than that, babygirl,” he huffs, manhandling you with ease into the position he wants, “Silly of you to think I’d let you take me without prep, hm?”

You purse your lips in a pout but don’t offer a rebuttal, making him laugh as he knows he won. He spreads your legs and knees between them, making a show of stripping himself. As you look to the side, you can see that the two of you are in perfect view of the camera.

You had thought you were going to feel self-conscious with so many people watching you but instead, you feel confident.

Once the both of you are completely bare, he shifts down the bed before laying on his stomach between your spread legs. His large hands cup the underside of your thighs and push them upwards, reveling your glistening little cunt to his view.

“Fuck,” he huffs, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart, “I missed this perfect little cunny, you have no idea. So fuckin’ pretty for me.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, tangling your fingers in his curls. The gaze he gives you let you know exactly what he wants and you flush as you whisper, “Please eat my cunt.”

“That’s my good girl,” he sighs, leaning forward to run his tongue between your folds – collecting your slick on his tongue with a groan before swallowing, “So fuckin’ sweet.”

Once he gets that first taste, he wastes no time on going in. His tongue prods at your entrance, making you sigh at the little stretch that it gives before he leans up and finds your clit. His tongue is hot and wet against the sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the sensation. When his thumb finds your clit, he pulls the hood back and before you can even blink, his tongue is attacking the sensitive little bud beneath.

You squeal and instinctively kick out, squirming at the overwhelming sensation. He laughs, wrapping his lips around your clit and you sob at the feeling.

“D-Daddy, please!” you whine, “I-It’s too much!”

He hums and finally pulls back, returning his tongue to your little hole. His hand abandons its hold around your thigh in favor of finding your entrance. You hold your breath, looking down to watch as he sinks two fingers in – biting his lip as he keeps his own gaze on the way your little cunt swallows them down.

You spasm where you lay, the feeling of him just barely missing your g-spot nearly painful. You know he’s not doing this to make you feel good but you still can’t help but whine.

“What is it, baby?” he whispers, giving your hard little clit a sweet kiss before his eyes flick up to find yours. “You want Daddy to make you cum before you take my cock?”

You desperately nod, “Yes, please Daddy?”

“Fuck, anything for you, my sweet girl,” he doesn’t waste a second in wrapping his lips around your clit, crooking his fingers expertly to find your sweet spot,

The way Issei can drive you to the edge, to orgasm, is almost terrifying. It takes very little for you to feel your body tensing up. The lewd, slick sounds of his fingers stuffing your cunt along with the way you can see his tongue working over the cute little bud of your clit has you flying over.

Your back arches in the most beautiful way that he loves as you cum with a soft whine of ‘daddy’.

When you finally start pushing him away, he comes up panting. Catching any of your stray slick off of his chin before licking the pad of his thumb clean.

“Pl-Please, Daddy,” you whine, reaching out to wrap your hand around his cock, “C-Can you put it in now?”

“Fuck,” he groans, letting you direct his cockhead to your entrance, which was still spasming in the aftershocks of your orgasm, “Yeah, pretty baby, ‘s all yours.”

“All mine?” you giggle, gasping as he begins to press into your tender cunt.

“My cock’s all yours, fuck,” he groans, making sure the viewers can catch what he says.

It makes you flush and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. The change in closeness makes his cock sink even deeper inside you and you moan in his ear as he quickly bottoms out.

Usually, he takes his time and lets you adjust. But this time, both of you are so needy for each other that you can’t resist grinding your hips up to rock yourself against his cock. He hisses, taking the hint quickly and easily.

He pulls his hips back only to swiftly roll them forward again, sheathing his cock back into your spasming little cunt. His eyes are locked on his cock and the way your pussy swallows him over and over again – he can’t sink all the way in but you take most of him and he loves the sight of it.

Your precious little cunt creams so beautifully around him, coating him in translucent, milky white every time he pulls out. You’re moaning and whimpering for him so beautifully that it makes his hips falter every once in a while.

“Daddy!” you squeal, finally releasing your hold around his neck, “Please, make me cum again!”

“Yeah, baby? You need Daddy to make this pretty pussy cum?” he huffs, moaning when you nod and eagerly spread yourself open for him by hooking your arms around your knees and pulling them back.

He rests his hand on your pelvic bone, stretching his thumb down to circle at your twitching, excited little clit as he continues to stuff your cunt nice and full. You claw and cling to the sheets desperately and he can’t help but cup your bouncing breasts with his free hand.

“C’mon, pretty baby, cum for me,” he huffs, licking his lips as you gush around his cock, “Lemme feel this pretty cunny cum.”

You sob for him, back arching as you cling to his arm as he continues to grope and tease your tit. He feels your pussy clench desperately around him as you finally cum.

“That’s a good girl!” he praises, “That’s it, just like that. Keep cummin’ for me, I’m almost there.”

“Please, Daddy, gimme your cum!” you cry, your nails biting into his skin but neither of you notice as he reaches his high as well.

His balls throb and he groans, his body slumping over yours as he gives a few more, lazy thrusts of his hips as he spilled his cum into your vulnerable cunt.

The both of you finally fall still, panting and sharing soft kisses as he smiles and whispers promises of love. The sound of donation chimes on his computer finally draws you out of it and he sits up, pulling out of you.

He bites his lip, his cock twitching at the sight of your cunt drooling a mixture of yours and his cum before he moves to the end of the bed.

He doesn’t even spare a glance at the comments or donation total before turning the stream off. When it’s officially just the two of you, he crawls closer to you and pulls you into his arms with a side, giving the top of your head a kiss.

You know that you’re going to have to talk more about everything, but you both know that can wait at least until morning.