Sunset Skin

Sunset skin

Wc: 1.3k

His skin is warm from a day in the sun. Coming home to you is one of Shoyo’s greatest joys in life, as is maintaining any form of physical contact with you at all.

Sometimes, you get a bit… insatiable. You greet him with a kiss at the door as always, but when he dips you to make it a little bit more exciting, you raise a leg to wrap around his torso. What he found with that motion was that you were wet for him, your arousal slicking against his thigh where his swim trunks stop. You whimper, his heat against yours overwhelming.

“Oh,” he whispers. “I see.”

And that’s how you’re here now, in full view of your sliding doors to the beach-front view. Shoyo leans back on a kitchen chair with the poise of a drunken king on his throne. You’re perched in his lap, arms braced against his sculpted chest.

He’s warm.

Everything about him is warm - even the molten texture of his eyes as you grind against his thigh. “There you go, baby,” he murmurs, running his hand down your spine. “Use my thigh.” Reaching under you, he spreads your lips apart, pressing his flexed thigh against as much of your cunt as possible.

It’s enough to make you fall apart.

Whimpering, you halt all motions. But Shoyo is like the sea he spends his days next to, constantly in motion, back and forth. When you don’t move yourself, he wraps his steady, calloused hands around your waist, dragging you back and forth on himself. The moans it elicits are divine. A litany of Sho, Sho, Sho falls off your lips with every pull at your waist.

“You’re so pretty,” he groans, once you resume the motions yourself. His shirt is gone by now, and so is yours. Your hands brace against his sculpted muscles. Leverage as you bring yourself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Your movements speed up, and Shoyo’s breath picks up too. You feel it in the way his chest rises and falls under you. “Like a goddess,” he hisses, tugging at the hair at the nape of your neck. His other hand runs circles into your clit, even as you fuck yourself against his thigh.

You scream at the intensity of feelings all around you. He looks so wonderful in the sunset, his tan, freckled skin pulled just right over his toned body. He smells like sea salt, feels like sunshine. If anything, he’s the ethereal one here. And the thought pushes you over, legs trembling as you collapse onto his chest. The hand in your hair tightens and tugs again, the hand on your pussy continuing to generate friction at a punishing rate. His lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking and soothing in a way that your orgasm is not.

It rips out of you, leaving no energy left to hold you up afterward. You collapse on Shoyo’s chest - indeed, still warm from his day in the sun.

“Baby,” he grunts, wiping his cum-stained fingers on your outer thigh. “You’re on my dick.”

Haughtily, you drag your inner thigh against his very prominent bulge. “Whatever, Shoyo.”

“Fuck, dammit,” he gasps, throwing his head back as far as it will go. Your lazy hand reaches into his trunks to pull out his length. You’re pressed against him still, chest to chest, legs around his thigh. But your hand is on a mission, swirling around his pretty, sensitive cockhead. “Oh, shit.”

He’s already hard from letting you use him as an instrument of pleasure, so it doesn’t take long for him to be on the brink of cumming himself. “Inside,” he gasps, pushing you off his chest. “I need to be inside.”

In seconds, he has you bent over the coffee table, manhandling you to face your giant window. “Look at yourself,” he directs, pulling your hair to angle your face just the way he wants it. “Look how you’re such a messy slut for me.” Kneeling behind you, he rubs his sensitive head up and down your folds, smearing wetness between them messily. He meets your eyes in the reflection in the glass. Wordlessly, he sheathes himself in you, moving slowly to watch as your expression changes with every added inch.

You’re begging as he pushes in, his arm locked around your neck and holding you up just enough. The whines and pleas come out choked, but he knows what they are. Faster, Shoyo. Move, Shoyo. And he does, just enough to work himself back to the brink. “Watch,” he demands again through heavy breaths. He’s pressed against you, warm and firm and unyielding against your back. “As I paint your insides white.”

You’re moaning deliriously, calling yourself a number of names in an attempt to draw the cum out of him. I’m your filthy slut. Your cumbucket. A desperate whore. A hole for you to fill. A fuck doll. With each name, you slam your hips back against him.

When he finally cums, he pushes so deep inside of you, like he’s trying to shoot his cum straight into your womb. He stays like that a few more moments, watching your expression with each consecutive spurt. You’re thanking him wantonly, whimpering and moaning like the whore you proclaimed yourself to be.

It’s so filthy.

He releases your throat. If you think this is your chance to breathe, you’d be wrong. He pries your jaw open, forcing his fingers into your throat slowly - for no other reason than it pleases him to spear you from both ends. “Can you do one more for me, baby?” The question is useless, since he’s already rocking his hips again. “Can you rub those tits for me?”

Obediently, your hands find your breasts, gently kneading the sensitive nubs. “Oh, come on,” Shoyo mocks you, pulling almost his full length out slowly before slamming back in so quickly that your whole body jolts. You gag on his fingers in your throat. “Don’t act innocent. I know those tits can handle more than that. Pinch them.” The next order is to pull them. To twist them. Each motion sending ripples down to your pussy tightening around his cock.

You’re both nearing another orgasm, the desperate pleas to cum falling off your lips with every thrust. With a grunt, Shoyo maneuvers you off the table, onto all fours facing the window. Through it all, he never stops thrusting, reveling in the way your tits sway with every thrust. Spanking your ass, he continues at his merciless pace. Your screams and whimpers and moans and pleas go in one ear and out the other, pulsing through his brain on their way out.

He fucks you like an animal in heat, his stamina from volleyball keeping him pressing into you until your knees buckle from pleasure and exhaustion. He keeps going after that, pulling just one more orgasm out of himself.

By the time he’s done, you’re limp on the floor, fucked out of strength. He finally pulls out, a white ring of your combined cum nestled at the base of his dick. He jerks it a few more times, shaking any last spurts of cum on your stomach.

Laying on his back, Shoyo rolls you over on top of him. “Hi, baby,” he starts. He does that, babbling at you after blowing your back out. “You’re alright. I’ve got you.” With a thumb, he wipes the tears from your cheeks. It’s never a session with Shoyo if there are no tears. “Hey. Hi. I got you. I’m here. I’m right here.”

Impossibly, you whine and start to move against him again. The way he’s pulled you onto him, his thigh is once again between your dirty folds. Gasping, you smear yourself against him, his cum spilling back out of you and onto himself.

With a terribly fond smile, he strokes your hair as you slowly rub against him. “My messy slut.”

THEY KISS YOU DURING AN ARGUMENT — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, mattsun, osamu, iwaizumi + suna.

warnings — 16+ suggestive content. slight choking in suna’s w a thigh slap + a little oral fixation in samu’s. female leaning petnames + just some rough making out.

note — i posted this on another blog maybe like last month? before moving to this one but i wanna keep it with me so i’m posting it here now, sorry it’s been a bit!

ఌ ATSUMU the reason you’d both been arguing had been long forgotten, but you were both too stubborn to back down as you stood infront of each other. “you’re a fucking asshole, atsumu.” “don’t act like yer much better, princess.” “oh fuck off, miya.” you snap, and atsumu chuckles dryly, his eyes darkening as he approaches you slowly, your feet carrying you backwards until your back meets the wall, his hand resting beside your head as his lips ghost over yours “that’s not ma fuckin’ name.” you would’ve whimpered if atsumu’s lips didn’t smash against yours instead, his bigger body slamming you back against the wall as his hands harshly grope the flesh of your ass. you feel your knees buckle at the way his tongue slides messily along your own before he sucks it into his mouth. “ts-tsumu.” you whine “hnghhh—fuck, there ya go, baby, that’s more like it.” atsumu groans, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, before moving to suck on the sensitive skin on your jawline, his tongue smoothing over the newly raised marks that he leaves behind. “let me hear ya say that again, angel.”

ఌ MATTSUN his brows furrowed as you stood before him, arms folded over your chest before you roll your eyes at the indifference on his face. “you’re not listening to me, issei.” you huff and issei’s head falls back against the couch, as he runs a tired hand down his face with a sigh. “we’re not getting anywhere, i mean there’s no point even trying to talk to you, matsukawa.” “is that right?” issei drawls, and you roll your eyes at his smooth tone before turning to leave, only to feel yourself being pulled back as your boyfriend rises from his spot, only sitting back again with you pressed tightly against him— his hand resting against the back of your neck. you feel something familiar replace the anger in your stomach when you feel his mouth roughly moving against your own, his fingers tightening—pushing you closer, groaning before he pulls away with a smirk on his swollen lips, only for his hand to move to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back as he places sloppy, chaste kisses up your neck “come on, babygirl. how about you let me make it up to you, hmmm?”

ఌ OSAMU you were in his office as he glares at you, your back pressed against his desk. “you need to rest, samu.” “and a told ya, a cant. ya agreed ta this when ya married me.” “all i want is a fucking minute of your time.” you snap, and a silence falls over the room when your voice raises. you feel your breathing hitch when you notice samu approaching you, his eyes darker now from what you can see under his cap, but all your thoughts melt away when you feel his tongue forcefully slide past your lips to taste your own. your mind feels hazy, trying to focus on his deep groans against you before he leans forward to swipe the paperwork off of his desk behind you, hands grabbing your thighs to lift you ontop afterwards as his body cages you against it. “s-samu—“ you whine, your words cut off as he pulls away, his tongue suddenly replaced by his fingers as stuffs two inside your mouth. “be good and keep that pretty mouth of yers quiet, angel.” samu groans while you nod in reply, your tongue sliding over the digits and you watch his swollen lips part as he groans deeply, leaning over you once more. “shit—so good, ya were fuckin’ made for me.”

ఌ IWAIZUMI got jealous, he trusted you but something about the way you giggled at oikawa’s jokes really irked him today. both of you return home and hajime slams the door behind you both, finally causing you to blow “what’s your fucking problem, iwa?” “don’t fucking piss me off.” “or what? gonna pout about it?” your teasing tone immediately drops when you feel your back slam against the door behind you, iwaizumi’s eyes are darker this time as his hands grab your wrists, pinning them beside you while he moves to bite at the sensitive spot on your neck before smoothing it over with his tongue. “you better watch that fucking mouth, doll.” you open your mouth to reply, but instead his lips latch onto your own— his tongue not giving you a chance to think, never mind speak as it slides along your own. your back arches against his chest as he groans into the kiss, only pulling away to scoff while you whine at the loss, before iwaizumi takes both of your wrists in one hand in favour of roughly grabbing your jaw instead. “you know he’ll never make you feel as fucking good as i do.”

ఌ SUNA glared at you tiredly as he lay back on his forearms “do you not have anything to say, rintarō?” suna only scoffs, rolling his eyes before he eventually speaks “are you done?” and you want to scream, but before you can you feel yourself stumbling towards him, his slender fingers moving to the base of your neck as you fall into his lap. you could whimper at the heated look he’s giving you, but you feel the tension in your shoulders melt when his lips meet yours instead, hearing him groan deeply as his tongue sloppily slides over your own at a lazy pace, one that always has you whimpering against him before he pulls away, admiring the hazy look in your eyes while you feel his fingers tighten around your throat. “still so pretty for being such a fucking brat.” suna drawls, and the slight loss of oxygen has your heart hammering against your chest as you almost stumble over an apology. his lips move to ghost yours once more causing you to whimper, his free hand moving to slap the flesh of your thigh before he smooths over the red skin “where’s that attitude now, huh?”

haikyuu x third year friendships ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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HEY HEY HEY BUB! I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO ANOTHER PART OF 'WHEN YOU THINK THEY ARENT PAYING ATTENTION'???? please and thank you :3

Make sure to drink loads of water <33

when you think they aren’t paying attention

feat. Akaashi, Hinata, Sakusa

note: uhh hinata’s is the only one where it isn’t a pre-established relationship!

part one

AKAASHI

it was Akaashi’s idea to have small walking dates in the evening as a way to spend time with one another and wind down after work

sometimes the two of you couldn’t fit a date day/night in your schedules, so carving out a small amount of time to just walk around the neighborhood every evening made up for it

Akaashi held your hand, smiling at the way you playfully swung it as you told him about something that happened on this new show you were watching

when all of a sudden his phone gets a little buzz- it was work emailing him

normally he would ignore it, but the subject header was of upmost urgency

so with one hand he was typing out a response

but as he was doing so, he noticed how your words seemed to die down, leaving only quietness

“you stopped talking, what’s wrong?” he asks, looking back at you

“oh, you looked like you were busy just now so I didn’t want to disturb you”

Akaashi’s brow furrow as he quickly pockets his phone

“you’re never a disturbance Y/n. now please, keep talking and this time I'll make sure you know that you have my full attention”

“but your work-”

Akaashi quickly interrupts, “that email can wait. honestly, I'm off hours anyways so there’s no need for me to tend to work at this moment. right now, the only thing I’m focusing on is you”

you stop in your tracks, a small pout sprawled across your face. you didn’t want him to get in trouble with his job

Akaashi leans forward to kiss your forehead

“Y/n, I promise you it’s alright. now go on, I want to hear more of your story”

as you continued your story, Akaashi listened intently the entire time

he was right about everything being alright by the way

but for the record, he would always put you above his work

HINATA

you were invited to a little hangout with some of your friends- although at this point you felt like it would’ve been better if you didn’t show up

as you were in the midst of telling a story, you could easily sense that the most of the group seemed disinterested in what you had to say, and you were slowly becoming dejected with this reaction

it wasn’t until another friend had shown up that the rest of the table became lively again- welcoming the latecomer with much excitement

and once they settled in, you noticed how the table seemed to shift the topic and how everyone was seemingly talking amongst themselves

you looked down at your lap, slightly embarrassed by the fact that no one was really paying any mind to what you were saying

“Y/n, you didn’t finish your story”

your eyes dart up to see Hinata facing you with his elbow propped on the table for support as the side of his face leans into the palm of his hand

“you were listening? I thought you would’ve drowned it out or something” you halfheartedly chuckle

Hinata’s smile drops for a fraction of a second and his eyes quickly dart to the others at the table- all of which were unaware of this side conversation going on

his eyes flicker back to you and the smile returns to his face

“of course I was listening to you. I always am... wait no that sounds a bit hmmm....” Hinata furrows his brows, trying to phrase his message in a way that didn’t make him seem like a creep

you can’t help but laugh, this time a genuine laugh

“no I understand, don’t worry,” you reassure him before continuing on with your story

and Hinata’s soft gaze never dropped from your face as you talked

SAKUSA

one of Sakusa’s favorite things to do after practice was to wind down with you

and today, his head was resting on your lap as you ran your hands through his hair, telling him about your day

honestly, he could probably stay like this forever

you watch as your boyfriend closes his eyes, tired from his long day at practice

from your end, it seemed like Sakusa dozed off in the middle of the conversation

your words die down until you eventually stop talking

a second later you see a hand waving in front of your face

“hey, you didn’t finish your story” Sakusa says, slowly opening his eyes

you blink at him in confusion

“oh, you’re awake?” you respond back, watching as the gears turn in your boyfriend’s head

“did you just assume I stopped listening and decided to nap? how hurtful” he jokingly says, cracking a small smile at you

“okay now, in my defense you look exhausted and you had your eyes closed. my fault for assuming my tired boyfriend just wants to nap rather than hear about my boring day” you move one of your hands to poke his cheek

Sakusa grabs your hand, pressing soft kisses to the palm

“I always want to hear about your day- don’t ever think otherwise” he mumbles against your skin

so you continue on with your story, and this time Sakusa makes sure to participate in the conversation to let you know he’s forever interested in what you have to say