a/n: tired of the chifuyu being comic relief in the latest chapters i want to take care of him completely unedited just many thoughts very horny drabble roun 500 words
♡ — tags/warnings: afab reader + no pronouns, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), alcohol consumption (but they’re not drunk), they’re all in their 20s - you’re in college/working, unrequited love, humour, cursing
♡ — a/n: welcome to this series! it was going to be quick hcs for each one of them but now all of them got their own drabble <3
CHIFUYU MATSUNO ― the one that ends up falling in love with you
ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS★✩✩✩✩ DISCRETION★★★★✩(baji will know) POSSESSIVENESS★★★✩✩
As a friend with benefits, Chifuyu always gives you the boyfriend experience. He will pick you up anytime you ask him to, insist on buying you lunch and not letting you pay and will even plan dates for the two of you.
However, he will refuse to admit they are dates. You’re just hanging out together! “That’s what friends do, right?” he says, in the middle of a candlelight dinner on his apartment balcony
Aside from that, you didn’t have any complaints about Chifuyu. If anything, you thought you had landed a gold mine. Good sex and feeling appreciated by the same person? In this economy?
Little did you know Chifuyu had fallen head over heels for you.
He has promised himself he would be able to handle the situation– not only that, he had promised you he understood the boundaries of this new side of your friendship. It was just sex, feelings weren’t supposed to be involved but…
Whenever you called, he found himself smiling at his phone with a lovesick grin that had already made Kazutora get suspicious when he was at the pet shop.
It was just a crush, he told himself. A little crush that would go away with time. Nothing to worry about.
Then why did he feel his heart breaking when you told him about a date you were having with a guy you had met at a party?
Fuck his life.
At this point, it’s a routine. He parks his car outside the building where you have your last Tuesday class and waits for you. At 9:00 pm, he sees your face in the crowd smiling at him, while you quicken your steps and get inside. You kiss his cheek and throw your bag to the back of the car while you start rambling about your day and Chifuyu starts driving.
It feels normal. Like somehow, it’s meant to be this way, he thinks, while you lean over him to order your meal at the drive-through. He parks near your apartment and you eat in his car― he knows how hungry you get after your Tuesday class (it’s four hours, after all) and asking you to wait until you get to your apartment is a tall order. He wipes the trace of ketchup off your chin and you grin at him.
This is how it’s supposed to be.
The moment you drop your bag on your studio apartment his lips are on you. Your cologne fills his senses, setting his skin on fire, and he can no longer wait until you reach your bed. His fingers sneak under your skirt and he groans when he feels a damp spot. This is what kissing him makes your body do, he thinks. He draws small circles over your clit, feeling your hips rut into his hand, searching for me.
And what is he there for, if not to please you? Chifuyu hooks his fingers on your panties and lowers them to your knees, leaving them to fall on the floor. His green eyes set on you, your flushed cheeks, your parted lips and he thinks–no, he knows he’s found his Heaven. There’s no other place he’d rather be but with you in his car eating fries, listening about your day after your most boring class or like now, like this, your nails clawing on his shoulder as he pushes his fingers inside of you and you look at him with your pupils blown in pleasure.
Pleasure. Not love.
It doesn’t matter, he tells himself, as he presses the heel of his palm on your clit and you let out the sweetest moan. Maybe someday you’ll love him back. He doesn’t need to rush things with a premature confession or something that will only drive you away.
The sound of his fingers fucking into your wet core resonate inside your apartment, paired with your whimpers and moans that only keep getting louder and more desperate. His name falls from your lips repeatedly, and Chifuyu wishes he could drown in your voice. He loves you, he loves you, he―
He curls his fingers inside you and you cry out, pleasure clouding your mind. He takes that opportunity to kiss you again, preventing himself from speaking on how beautiful you look and how he could spend his life watching you fall apart.
He has to wait, he tells himself. He’s got time. As long as you’re around him, he’s got all the time in the world.
MITSUYA TAKASHI ― the one you end up falling in love with
ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS★★★★✩ DISCRETION★★★★★ POSSESSIVENESS★★✩✩✩
Mitsuya was just supposed to be a distraction. You had been feeling sad after ending things with your lousy ex and one night, between drinks, Mitsuya and you had ended up making out in his studio.
Once you got a hold of yourselves, he was quick to tell you not to worry. He knew you had just ended a relationship and due to his work, he didn’t have time for a proper relationship either. However, he was aware of the attraction between you both so he proposed a friends with benefits situation― of course, if you were up for it.
Mitsuya was the best lover you had been with. He took his time learning your body, finding what made you gasp, squirm and cry out in pleasure. He was gentle and always put your pleasure over his, each and every time he put his lips over yours.
He is very discreet about the nature of your relationship. But, at the same time, he’s so gentle about it that you never feel he’s hiding you. if anything, it feels like he’s protecting what you have from prying eyes and malicious comments.
Unlike chifuyu, he doesn’t give you the boyfriend experience, but by spending more and more time with him you start realizing how good he is, and you wonder why had you never seen him that way.
He cares about his family and his friends, he’s dedicated to his career, he’s fun and oh so breathtakingly beautiful. Had he always been this fucking pretty?
As you watch him sleep on your bed after spending the night on top of one another, you feel the urge to trace his nose with the tip of your finger, count his eyelashes, kiss his jaw to wake him up and tell him how much you lov―
Oh,fuck
Leaving the club without no one noticing wasn’t a tall order. You said you were tired and needed to go home and rest, while Mitsuya said he needed to take care of his studio and check the status of some packages before closing. An off-handed offering to drive you home seemed casual to all of your friends, so no one thought twice when you left the club together and you got into his car.
“You look so hot tonight,” Mitsuya sighed in between the kiss as his hands roamed your body. As soon as he had entered your apartment, you had pressed your lips against his, pushing him until his back hit the wall. “Couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
“That’s because you made this dress,” you reminded him, chuckling. Your lips left his to leave open-mouthed kisses across his jaw and neck while your hands fumbled with his pants.
Mitsuya shook his head, still a little lightheaded. “It’s not. It’s― fuck, it’s you.”
You finally unbuckle his pants and slid a hand under his underwear. Maybe it’s the alcohol, you think, because you’ve never seen Mitsuya this eager and desperate under your touch. You pull your face away as you pump his cock, watching him pant with parted lips and the most lovely pink blush on his cheeks. You graze your thumb across the tip and realize he’s already leaking. Is he really that turned on tonight? And because of you?
Well, then there’s only one thing you can do.
You sink to your knees and promptly take Mitsuya into your mouth. The sound that leaves his lips makes you press your thighs together, but you try your best to focus on your task. You relax your throat, taking your time as he buries himself deeper and deeper inside your throat.
The moment your nose brushes his trimmed pubes, Mitsuya throws his head back, his fingers grasping your hair.
“Fuck,baby,” he whines, using all his self-restraint not to fuck your face. However, his words do nothing but encourage you. You start bobbing your head across his length, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose so you don’t have to take any breaks.
You look up, your eyes seeing the beautiful disaster Mitsuya has become. His dishevelled hair, his eyes shut in pleasure and the heavenly moans that keep falling from his lips. He’s truly the perfect man, you think, as you hum around his cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Was there a possibility this could evolve into something more? Would you have the guts to come clean about how your feelings have changed for him? Would you jeopardise your friendship with this beautiful man for the sake of your feelings?
“Shit― coming,” he says in a hushed whisper and soon enough he’s releasing himself on your throat, his cock pulsating inside your mouth as he does. Mitsuya groans and finally lets himself buck his hips as softly as he can, riding off his orgasm while you caress his thighs, softly bringing him back from his high.
Would you face the possibility of losing him? Mitsuya looks down at you with a tired smile and cups your jaw gently as you pull away from his cock and swallow.
note:it’s a miracle I didn’t go to the bathroom and use the shower head half way through writing this.
—mitsuya takashi
he’s normally very sweet about this
will walk up to you, stroke your cheek with gentle touches and peck your lips a couple of times before letting it turn into a deeper kiss
but on days where he feels a little bold
he will tease the absolute living shit out of you
backs you against the couch, into a corner, against the wall and then asks in the sweetest tone with such faux sympathy “what’s gotten you all red, darling?”
he loves it when you get turned on by him being a little meaner than usual
when he’s making you flustered like this, he loves to get down on his knees and kiss your clothed cunt and pretend as if he’s having a whole makeout session with your pussy just to see how dripping you’d be once he actually gets to work
yeah, getting you in the mood is so much fun for him
he will make you sit on the head rest of the couch, spread your legs wide and take a whiff of your underwear just to make you flustered.
the fact that you’re allowing him to see you like this makes him so fucking hard.
“that’s a pretty clit you got there baby. can I kiss it? give it a tiny kiss?”
—chifuyu matsuno
kind of direct, kind of not
you two would be cuddling and his hand starts to slip under your shirt and you kind of think that he wants to fuck but then he just gets up and goes to the kitchen
it’s not until like an hour later does he fully admit that he wants to fuck you
yeah, verbally.
“could feel your nipple with my thumb baby—fuck I want it in my mouth, can I put it in my mouth?” he’s a goner when you let him suck your tits
he takes so much time with them that you have to beg him to relieve the ache between your legs
he’s in awe when he sees your hard clit through your panties
loves LOVES to press your underwear against your cunt because it makes you jolt with the cutest moan
“what a wet little cunt—all for me,”
—kakucho hitto
he’s normally a very stoic man outside
but with you? he’s very touchy, very romantic and loves to be so close to you<3
when it comes to initiating sex, he takes the romantic route
he will kiss the back of your hand when you’re watching TV together, kiss your knuckles and then pull you to his chest
he likes to caress your back, especially your spine because it gets you to purr like a cat against him
the sight of you looking so relaxed in his presence makes him instantly harden
but he will not say anything until he feels you press your lips against his
oncethat happens? it’s game over
he will manhandle you so that you’re straddling him and suddenly his touch is much rougher. (even though he hates being rough, you just make him lose his mind)
“rub that pretty cunt against me baby, go for it. I bet it’s dripping—can I check? can I see those pussy lips real quick?”
lord have mercy
—ryuguji ken
with him, he’s very touchy when he wants something so expect a lot of kisses and a lot of random make out sessions
you could be walking out of the bathroom and he still manages to find a way to grab your jaw and give you such a deep passionate kiss that you’re left dizzy when he pulls away
the worst part is that he will keep doing this for at least two hours before he can finally give in to his temptation and fuck your brains out
I mean he will lift you up on the counter, will rub your clothed pussy with his thumb and even press his hard dick against you and have you grind against him but he will absolutely NOT give it to you fully until he sees the little frustrated tears welling up in your eyes
“oh baby c'mere,” he coos at you when he sees you standing by the couch, clearly very fucking frustrated with your red cheeks.
“want me to fuck you, is that it?” he wants a verbal response. draken will NOT give you anything unless it comes out of your mouth and you’re SURE of it.
“want you to eat me out—it’s aching,” “I bet it is,” he thumbs at your clit through your underwear and the way you jolt away from him has him pinning you down on his lap instantly.
“you’re not going anywhere. now give me this pussy, want to see it on my face.”
—kisaki tetta (surprise)
you’d think he’s not the most direct person
but he literally grabs you but the crotch when you’re standing next to him and he’s sitting down on the couch that you squeal
you’re literally so surprised that you stare at him like ?#!$?2(_
“lift up your skirt for me?” the way he’s staring up at you with hooded eyes through his glasses makes you wet instantly. screw him for having such attractive eyes
and you do, you stand in front of him and lift up your skirt and he’s smiling the whole time, something that’s making you hot with embarrassment
“a little bow, how cute,” he whispers before leaning in and pressing his lips right above your underwear
he loves watching you soil your panties just from something as little as a kiss near your pussy
“tetta,” you’re embarrassingly horny now and he can’t seem to take a hint either (or that’s what you think)
so when his hand grabs your pussy again and his thumb presses against your clit, you’re almost falling on him.
“hold yourself right baby, what’d you do if I ate you out like this?”
summary: chifuyu loves your touch, taste, company, and adoration—but chifuyu doesn’t love you.
cw: fwb, implied sex, infidelity.
wordcout: 1.1k.
“i don’t think we should be doing this anymore.”
his chest rises and falls under your cheek, laughing. you don’t dare move, you don’t need to—imagining that smile of his.
“what?” he chuckles. “am i bad?”
the water splashes under his touch when the pads of his fingers touch my waist underwater. your body is turning cold slowly as the night fades, but chifuyu doesn’t show any intention of moving. you can’t bring yourself to leave either, too enamoured by the moment the two of you share. a moment that occasionally (or rather rarely) you two get to enjoy.
you shouldn’t be there, again. you had promised yourself you’d do everything you could to ignore him—his texts, his calls, anything, you’d ignore it.
maybe acting like chifuyu never even existed would be easier. easier than lying to your frantic beating heart every time your phone vibrates and you know it’s him.
you shouldn’t be here, once again, melting under his touch, such a delicate touch, as if he’d searched every part of your body—with his touch, with his eyes, with his mouth. chifuyu knew how to get you, keep you in the palm of his hand, and you came running every single time, no matter how much you tried.
but how were you supposed to pull away? how were you supposed to accept the fact you were nothing but a liar?
because when he told you, asked you to promise him, you said:
“we’ll be just friends.”
and he believed you—chifuyu believed that lie.
perhaps, he knew it was a lie. perhaps deep down chifuyu knew you were betraying your own heart every time he called your phone, and begged you to come after him. every time he’d whisper mindless praises in your ear, in the middle of the night, maybe chifuyu knew that deep down, the lies were eating you alive. and he was trying to prove a point—trying to let you know that he knew your little trick, your little deceit.
it wasn’t your fault; or so you wanted to believe.
you didn’t want to accept that, the moment you accepted this little arrangement, deep down you knew you’d end up falling, because, let’s be honest, who wouldn’t?
when chifuyu was nothing but attentive towards you. when chifuyu would send flowers to your workplace, or pick you up in his car after meetings. when chifuyu would greet you with that smile of his, that you knew—you were well aware everyone wished to be the receiver of.
and chifuyu never lied to you, despite what you tried to trick yourself into believing. because chifuyu let you know, that night when he found you in the middle of a friendly get together, and when he held your hand and pressed his mouth against your neck.
when chifuyu said “are you free tonight?”
and you nodded, observing him with eyes filled with hope, and desire. because you were greedy—craving for his touch.
and before he even let you inside his place, when chifuyu told you the truth.
“no strings attached,” chifuyu whispered in the middle of the darkness. “is that okay with you?”
and you nodded your head and chanted against his mouth “yes,” because there wasn’t anything else you wanted but to get a taste too.
you were avaricious—and a liar.
but chifuyu made you eat your words every single night since then, as you kept his bed warm every time he asked you to.
and you knew there were others—chifuyu told you. there were a few more, despite chifuyu telling you that ‘he’d stop if you didn’t like that’.
but you didn’t—you couldn’t tell him no. you could never tell chifuyu no.
“you’re getting bored?” chifuyu inquires again, and now he’s tilting his head downwards to catch a glimpse of your face. “you found someone else?”
“no,” is everything you can say.
chifuyu chuckles again, and his hand slips, brushing your stomach and thighs.
“tell me,” chifuyu insists, and that friendly tone no longer accompanies his words.
you shift, pushing away from his chest and touch, wrapping your arms over your bare chest. you can barely look chifuyu in the eye—but he wants you to.
chifuyu doesn’t need to say much—he has far more power than any man should have on anyone. and you crumble every time under his touch, under his luck. because chifuyu has made you defenseless, chifuyu has made you fragile, dependent on his love, or affection, if whatever this is could be called affection.
but there’s not much you can do or say when you catch his eyes—the same eyes that manage to pause the world around. that look he has that almost every time tricks you into believing that maybe, maybe if you were to tell chifuyu the truth, he’d smile, nod his head and kiss you as if you were special. that he’d wrap his arms around your body and tell you ‘i do, i love you too’.
but this isn’t a fairytale—chifuyu isn’t your prince charming and you are not the love of his life. chifuyu enjoys your touch, and a little taste of your body like the taste of others. chifuyu likes your attention and affection, and the faint whimpering every time you lie beneath him. he loves those eyes of yours, and when they turn white. and when your hands, small, weak fingers wrap and scratch his back as if you were begging for him to make the two of you one. as if you could not get enough—as if you needed him closer, deeper. and chifuyu gives it to you every time. chifuyu makes sure to give you that attention, that affection and chifuyu feeds that hunger he knows you have. and chifuyu would be a liar if he said he didn’t adore your company, because nobody gave themselves to him the way you did. with unsighted trust, you give yourself to him, and chifuyu makes sure that you don’t regret. and yeah, sometimes he likes to seek for a little more—but it doesn’t take long for him to seek out for you again, because no one does it like you.
yet, chifuyu is completely oblivious of your lies, those that feed along your insatiable desire. and when you wrap your arms around his neck, it’s not the proximity you seek, but the touch, the proof that chifuyu is there with you—that’s all.
gosh, you’re such a liar. you know you are. you know you don’t deserve chifuyu’s unsighted trust and relentless adoration.
chifuyu pecks the nape of your neck as you press your cheek over your arms resting on your knees. you shiver, because of the subtle touch, because of the breeze that enters through the window slightly open of his bathroom.
because of the fact that you once again tell chifuyu a lie.
chifuyu is so adorable , but i think if pissed off , he would make a mess of you .
think about it .
you purposely make him a little mad by teasing him in public . at first it doesn’t get to him, the constant attitude and touching him here and there . he actually has quite a bit of patience , but it got to the point where he snapped .
on the car ride home he doesn’t say a word , which fills you with fear and excitement . when he stops the car in the driveway he crosses his arms and looks at you, saying “as soon as we walk in the house i want your slutty ass on the bed undressed.”
you don’t need to be told twice, following his orders . he hovers above you on the bed , smirking.
“now let’s see how much of a brat you’ll be when im done with you.”
summary: chifuyu loves to read manga—not just any manga, but shoujo manga. it’s almost a self-indulgent for the boy as he imagines to be the male lead pining after his crush and doing the sweetest things for her. so what if one day, he gets the chance to live out his romanticised shoujo life he so wishes for?
warnings:mainly fluff, but there are mentions and scenes of bullying, drama, chifuyu overall being cute and awkward, but also protective! not exactly proofread ._.
word count: +10.6k (i went a little overboard with this idea hehe)
author’s note: this is a request submitted by @kokotakeomi <3 hope you like it and that this was to your expectations!! i had a lot of fun writing it ^.^
tagging:@haitaniapologist <3 shoutout to you for helping me how to end this fic!! ur inputs really helped >_<
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One of the things that Matsuno Chifuyu enjoys spending time by himself is reading manga. Not just any manga though—shoujo manga. Yes, the guy reads manga that is mainly targeted towards young, teenage girls. Although this genre is not particularly popular amongst males, Chifuyu couldn’t help himself but indulge in the puppy love romance that he desires as a 17-year-old guy with a crush.
Ever since entering highschool at the fresh age of fifteen years old—after his delinquent life has toned down—Chifuyu hadn’t expected to suddenly care about having a relationship. That is until he met you, the girl who he’s been crushing on for the past two years and hasn’t made a move on.
