#matsukawa x reader smut
Matsukawa’s Birthday
genre: smut
warnings: sex - nothing too specific, choking, he nuts in you
a/n: happy birthday king
“Fuck Issei-”
The moan catches in your throat as he enters you, the thick head of his cock stretching you out. He pushes in, and it’s just so much. He’s big, almost too big for you, and as he bottoms out, you swear he’s in your stomach.
You can barely speak, much less think. Your mind is hazy, only filled with the thought of how good he feels, his cock filling you up until you feel like you might burst.
Mattsun stills, unmoving as your hands scrabble, searching for purchase on the sheets.
“Issei please,” you moan out, desperate for something, anything, that’ll relieve the ache inside of you.
You feel the heat radiating off of his chest as he leans over you, one hand your hip, gripping it in an almost bruising embrace, while the other grabs the sheets by the side of your head. You can feel him, looming above you, hear him whisper into your ear, “Tell me what you want.”
“Issei please, want you-“Your sentence is cut off by a particularly harsh thrust, one that knocks the breath out of you.
“You’re so wet, princess, dripping all over my cock,” he tells you, trying not to focus too hard on the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, “‘t would be a shame if I left you here, all because you couldn’t voice your demands.”
He lifts your face up, hand wrapping around your neck. The lack of oxygen makes your mind foggier, if that’s even possible, and the heat in your stomach grows even more.
“Issei please, want you to fuck me, want your cock,” You’re babbling at this point, mind only focused on chasing the pleasure you want so badly, “please Issei.”
Suddenly he’s moving, robbing the air from your breaths, fucking you with harsh thrusts that have the moans catching in your throat, ones that leave you only able to lie there and take it.
The grip on your neck loosens and Mattsun’s hand snakes down to your clit and begins to play with the swollen nub. You’re so wound up, the pressure building up inside you almost unbearable.
Your hips push back, trying to meet Mattsun’s thrusts. You’re gone, mind too hazy to comprehend what you’re saying, too hazy to realize that you’re making noise - a stream of broken moans and cries leaving your mouth. “Issei Issei Issei, fuckin’ me so good.”
The head of his hits your sweet spot and you keen. You can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, feel the beginnings of the rope fray.
“‘m so close, ‘m gonna cum,” you whine, but Mattsun can tell, taking extra care to angle his thrusts in the way you like it. He can feel you tighten up around him, your slick pooling at his balls.
“Fuck you’re so tight pretty girl - cum for me”
It only takes a few more thrusts and well-placed touches and you’re gone.
It feels like your limbs are as heavy as lead as your orgasm rips through you, pussy fluttering around his cock. Your body locks up, hands squeezing the sheets and cunt clenching around his cock to the point where it’s almost impossible for Mattsun to move, rendering him immobile. He’s content with watching you cum, watching you fall apart around his cock, coating his base with a ring of white.
The mess you created around his cock made him groan, dick throbbing. “Fuck ______, you’re so pretty.”
As you come down from your high he pulls out, and you whine at the sensitivity and emptiness before he flips you over, burying himself back into you. You moan at the overstimulation as he fucks his cum into you, with almost bruising thrusts. Your legs lift, ankles locking around his back, forcing him even deeper into you and you can feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his cum filling you up.
As he stills his thrusts, he stares down at you.
He can see you clearly, face flushed, chest heaving, and your cunt leaking cum, both yours and his. You look sated, and when you mumble out a reply of “Happy birthday Issei, ‘love you” he collapses onto you, face buried in the crook of your neck.
“I love you too”
