𝔞𝔷𝔶'𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔯𝔬𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰:
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ―shinsou hitoshi x female reader
his moan is deep, grutal and rough. it sounds like his solo bass in a full concert, the vibrations coursing through your whole body and leaving after shocks of it, while his fingers strum through each chord to perfection.
it's why you enjoy getting on your knees for him after every concert, why you enjoy swirling your tongue around his heavy length and suckle the head of his cock eagerly. you love hearing him moan as he gets lost to the wet heat of your mouth, love the way your name rolls out of his own tongue as he watches you take all of him in.
you love meeting his eyes as you swallow him whole, love the way his lavender eyes seem electric, glowing as if turning into neon purple before he says your name with reverence and let's himself cum down your throat.
you love the way he praises you, full of sincerity and honesty and love as you swallow everything he has until he's milked dry. you love the way he pulls you up and on his lap, kissing you as he tastes himself on your tongue before he pulls you with him on the couch.
you love it even more when he whispers against your lips, more vibrations than sound as he dips his long digits inside of you, a grin and "let me return the favor, doll face."
you love seeing the hearts in his eyes as you cum over his fingers, his name 'hitoshi' pushing through your own lips before claiming your mouth in his, silencing you before his bandmates hear you from outside the band room.
you love how he promises you more as his bandmates come in, how he ignores their jabs and whistles when he pulls out his fingers and cleans them in him mouth, eyes rolling back at your taste filling his mouth.
"damn bro, her pussy that good?" you hear denki mutters somewhere in the background followed by sero's laugh, as you watch glowing purple eyes chain themselves to your own. he smirks down at you, as he straightens himself up and helps you.
