Kiyotaka Ishimaru X Male Reader - Tumblr Posts

i know this probably won't do well but i can't stop thinking about kiyotaka ishimaru and his stupid (affectionate) rules. <3

⸻ this is very self-indulgent, so it is nsfw and a ftm reader!! feel free to imagine it as an amab post instead, if you'd like! i also haven't written nsfw in a while so i apologize if this is bad.

can't stop thinking about sneaking into his dorm at night and him talking about how it's highly inappropriate that you're in there alone with him, only to be shut up with a kiss. he'd get so red and he'd stutter out some kind of excuse about how you need to leave-!

but he doesn't fight back once you push him back onto the bed and sit on his lap. he's still, hands by his sides as his breath gets labored and heavy. he doesn't move his hands until you move them for him, such a sweet boy. once his hands come in contact with you, his eyes are going wide as he looks up at you, silently asking if it was really okay. this had to be violating some kind of rule! it was certainly inappropriate for two students to be alone in a sound-proof room..!

as his hands roam your body, he can't help but get at least a little excited at all the cute sounds you make. and he can't help but think he's a pervert because now he's enjoying it 𑁋 now he's hard and he's sure you can tell. you can, but you figure that pointing it out would just make the poor boy even more embarrassed. once the over the clothes fondling isn't doing it for you anymore, you ask him if he's okay with going further and smile when he shyly nods.

so your clothes are quickly discarded and you stay seated on his lap for the time being (at his suggestion), as you try and convince him to touch you more. his fingers slowly brush over your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. he's still shy, but his nerves are slowly calming. so he makes a bold move and slides one of his hands down, resting on your thigh before moving up a little more to brush a thumb over your wet folds.

"taka, please." you beg, and it's hard for him to keep his composure. the both of you are surprised he hasn't cum in his pants yet, but yet again, you're sure he will soon. you're tugging at his clothes, pleading for him to take them off. your fingers clumsily unzip his pants and push down his boxers just enough for his cock to slip out and slap against his uniform top. soon after, you're sinking down on his cock and moaning about how good it feels, praising him for making you feel so good.

he feels so dirty as he's grabbing your hips and snapping his upwards. he's never felt this good before and he can't help but wonder if it'll be a one-time thing or if the two of you will become something more after this.. but that thought is soon pushed out of his head as you pull him into a kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair as you moan against his mouth.

"taka, taka!! gonna cum!" you whine, grinding your hips down against his as he gently squeezes your waist. he nods, unable to push out any words, but he's just as close as you are. it only takes a little bit longer before you're cumming, him not far behind you as he pulls you against him and hugs you close. you pet his hair absentmindedly, pressing kisses to his neck. he's still inside of you and you feel warm; content, even. he insists on cleaning the two of you up and lets you sleep over in his dorm.