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lipstick.

lovebirds - fluffy rintarou suna n fem!reader.

warnings - just a bit suggestive.

words - 250.

rintarou suna absolutely adores being covered in your lipstick kiss marks.

there’s just something so intimate and enduring about seeing the newly drawn bruises on his redden neck paired with the cherry pink hue of your favorite lipstick that made his stomach swarm with butterflies.

“rinnie, are you sure you want me kissing you with this lipstick on?” you worried, continuing to fidget absentmindedly with his messy hair while straddling his lap.

rintarou smiled lopsided with a familiar gleam in his yellowish eyes. a gleam you couldn’t deny you loved to see.

“of course, i do, princess.”

rintarou pulled your delicate frame closer to himself, eyes wavering between your plump pouting lips and your soft concerned eyes.

“but, baby, you know it stains.” you noted, shivering slightly at rintarou circling his rough thumb along your plush thigh.

“and that’s what i love about it.” rintarou whispered raspily against your lips, soon breaking the long awaited distance between the both of you.

rintarou’s kisses are careful but rushed. his calloused hands grabbed desperately at your lush hips, then your ass shamelessly.

gently tugging his bottom lip, you parted from the kiss and started sloppily peppering bunches of kisses and bruises along his collarbone and neck. 

you departed from his heated skin to appreciate your work on your lover.

“you look so pretty for me, rin.” you cooed, tone sweeter than honey.

lips swollen and red, rintarou smiled lazily with a lovestruck helpless gaze at his beloved sweetheart, “only for you, princess.”

✩ sincerely, b. <3

hq boys that love a chubby s/o <3

+ tags & warnings; no pronouns used but boobs r mentioned so like implied!fem reader but can be up for interpretation :3 & slight implied smut

+ a/n; day 2/7!! my first try at something like this. !! i <3 chubby girls with everything in my body. i also didn't know if the use of chubby/thick/curvy etc. is better so if i need to change it let me know, ik people like different words :>

He can’t help but love your body, every single inch. Your body drives him CRAZY. Your thick thighs he can’t help but constantly have a hand on or kiss up and down worshipping every part of you. Constantly questioning how he got so lucky. He loves your soft ass that he can squish and jiggle. Everytime he goes in for a kiss he can’t stop himself from grabbing your ass, feeling a constant motivation to do so. He loves using your soft body as a pillow mindlessly laying there for hours talking about how beautiful you are. He loves cuddling up to you at any chance he gets. The warmth you exert makes him feel so calm and so lucky. He can’t help but yearn at the fullness of your figure.

Oh? And if someone makes a negative comment towards your appearance you best believe he will fight for you in the moment but take his time with you when you get home. Worshipping every part of your body, leaving kisses on every surface he can reach telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you, forcing you to repeat his words until he is satisfied. He wants nothing more for you to feel loved and he does an amazing job at that. He takes so much pride in you being his partner.

After a particularly challenging day he wants no more than to lay on your thighs, your tummy, your boobs, you. Loves laying on you as you play with his hair and he can rant about his day. He loves being as close to you as humanly possible, loves when you sit in his lap his hands grabbing onto your thighs. He loves putting his hand on your thighs under the table tracing small shapes into the warm plush skin. He loves sitting on the ground just so they can lay back with your thighs around their head. 

He loves every part of you.

©slut4msby.

DAICHI SAWAMURA!!!, bokuto, kuroo, matsukawa, ushijima, iwaizumi kita & ur fav ofc <3

HOOKED ON HER FLESH

cw: afab!reader, fingering, pussy job, penetrative sex, pet names used (pretty girl, baby, etc), suckin and fuckin in the bath, raw fucking but this is not real so practice safe sex my friends

The click of the front door is dull, and Rintaro can feel the burn in his calves when he bends down to place his gym bag beside the few pairs of tossed shoes by the entryway.

If you were on the couch like he'd half expected you to be, you'd scold him for leaving it there knowing one of you always trips over it. But you're not.

It's late, almost 11 PM when he returns home from a long day of training. The apartment is dim and oddly still when he weakly calls out to address his presence. With still no answer, he makes his way down the dark hallway with nothing but the kitchen light illuminating the space.

The second place he checks is the bedroom.

Weirdly enough, you're not there either. But before he even gets the opportunity to worry, he spots an outline of light shining through the closed bathroom door in his peripheral.

Quietly entering the bathroom, he's not all that surprised to find you sponging in the water, eyes closed and hair carelessly clipped up.

You're not asleep—he can tell by your breathing. He notes the glass of red slightly sipped on as it balances on the back ledge of the toilet.

He leans against the door frame, admiring you while he can before you shy away and refuse to let him. It's somewhat muggy in the room from the steam, and he gathers that you've been marinating for a while based on the drops of sweat beading in your supple creases and cleavage.

When the nippy draft of the open door finally makes its way to you, you crack your eyes open and jump a bit at the unexpected figure in the doorway.

Your face cushions a bit when you realize it's him, "God, you scared me. When did you get home?"

"Just now," he placates, making his way over to kneel beside you at the edge of the tub. That singeing ache returns in his calves, but he doesn't seem to care when he's this close to you, counting the steam droplets adorning your cheeks and eyelashes.

You're heavy with sleep when you reach for him, "How was practice?"

He hums in acknowledgment, letting his thumb trace your jaw in a gentle touch.

"Nothin' special," he shakes his head before smiling a bit at your drowsy murmurs. "Tired, baby?"

You nod along against his hand, "A little, yeah."

Opening your eyes, you admire your lover; he's tired too, the subtle lines of worry and fatigue marking his handsome face. Your eyes flicker to his blunt bangs, damp and sticking to his forehead.

Your fingers find them easily, brushing them off of his eyebrows and causing him to crinkle his nose. "You already showered?"

"Yeah," it's his turn to close his eyes. "Took a quick one before I left. Figured it was easier."

You seem pleased with his answer as you relax further into the water. "Good, 'cause I really didn't wanna have to get out."

He shakes his head in amusement, fingertips gently caressing your eyebrows and lids when he asks, "Why're you even in here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You only take baths if you're like, stressed or something."

"Not really stressed," you breathe, though the sigh entwined in your words betrays your point, "just wanted to relax a bit. Feel like I've been a bit wound up these past few days."

Rintaro nods but bites his tongue. His mind filters through the handful of times you've been a bit snippy with him this week. When he forgot to take out the trash and you called him annoying. When his shower went on just a few minutes too long, leaving the hot water merely lukewarm and you cursing at him. Just this morning, when the two of you were buzzing around the kitchen preparing for your days—he used the last of the milk in his coffee and didn't write it down on the grocery list, resulting in a glare from you and a passive-aggressive nudge towards the notepad on the counter.

As if noting the gears turning in his head, you whisper above the sound of water gently sloshing beneath you as you readjust your legs over the side of the tub.

"I'm sorry I've been kind of a bitch."

Rintaro chuckles and it sounds like love. His tone is light and airy when he squeezes your hand in solidarity, "I like you a little bitchy."

You roll your eyes, though both of you know it's harmless, and a warming silence comfortably overtakes your tiny apartment bathroom.

Rintaro thinks he's subtle, and maybe he is to anyone who isn't you, but you know him, and you know that his tender touches trailing from your hand to your leg are filled with both love and something a bit more desperate.

"So," his hand slowly caresses your damp leg as it dangles outside of the water, "wound up, huh?"

A glare is sent his way but the smiling pulling at your lips encourages him.

"Can I help?" His thumb applies some pressure to your calf, rubbing slow circles to the tender muscle and ears perking up at your soft sighs.

"You don't have to, you're probably tired and—”

He interrupts your weak restraint with a rough whisper against your cold ankle, "I'm never too tired to make you cum, let's get that straight."

He hears you kiss your teeth as his vulgarity, "I'm just saying, I'm okay."

And Rintaro does what he does best, and doesn't take no for an answer.

"Well, what if I want to?" he purrs against your skin, "What about my needs?"

"Your needs of making me cum?" you scoff behind a smirk.

"Exactly."

Sitting up a bit to better see you, he prompts you to uncross your legs with a gentle pry of his hand. You obey and spread yourself against the front of the bath, heels against the sides of the cold ceramic as he slips a sluggish hand between your thighs.

He can feel the slick already forming submerged in the water as he teases an experimental finger through your folds. Taking his sweet time, he brings his thumb to brush against your untouched clit, and grins like a wolf when you whimper and jolt at the slight friction.

You hear Rintaro laugh through his nose. "Yeah, you're okay?" he smugly prompts.

You close your eyes at the feeling, too needy to care about his mocking, "Shut up."

You can't see his smirk but you know it's there all the same. He plays with you without any urgency, mindlessly enjoying rolling your nub between his pointer and thumb, greedily inhaling each and every one of your gasps and mewls.

Once he's pleased with his mess of you, he allows a fingertip to just barely dip inside of your heat. Painfully slow and deliberate, he lets it barely sink into you before it pulls itself out, repeating the movement slowly.

He's fucking with you openly, giving you a sinful taste of the feeling you're addicted to without any actual benefits of it. You know he wants you to break, and you can't even bring yourself to put up a fight with your dwindling restraint slipping through your pruney fingers.

With a prod of his finger that goes just slightly deeper than the rest, you whine in frustration and reach for his arm.

"Rin," your hand wraps around his flexed bicep, to both steady yourself and prompt him to do more.

He ignores your pleas, continuing to give you just enough to squirm and thrash at his repeated actions. He knows your lack of patience at his hand—if he hadn't made you so greedy, you'd just take what he gives you.

But Rintaro learned long ago that he's a weak man when it comes to you. He's always going to give you exactly what you want—he's just going to be annoying about it first.

He lets it continue for a bit longer before you finally whine and dig your nails into his bicep.

"Stop—fucking doing that…need—” your words falter into tiny little whimpers as he continues a steady pulse on your clit.

"Need?" his eyebrows raise in a delight that mimics the devil.

You go to close your legs in instinct, but Rintaro's free hand uses its palm to hold you open. The still water in the bath splashes against your movements as your chest heaves with a need that he's not even close to giving you.

Somewhere between mocking and comforting, he tuts and coos at your frustration. His fingers stay steady as he kisses your neck, licking the sweat mixed with citrus-scented salt from your relaxation.

He taunts, "Gotta use your words, pretty."

"Need you," crawls pathetically from your throat, "you asshole."

Rintaro smiles, baring fangs you're not one hundred percent sure are actually there or not. For once, he says nothing as he finally sinks a full finger into your eager cunt.

You gasp at the pressure and he follows suit, almost mimicking your hiccups and whimpers as if he too feels what you feel. With every exhale of yours, he's unashamed in inhaling the sweet sounds, trying to savor them by tasting them for his own.

One finger turns to two, and time doesn't exist as you're rocking against his palm and losing yourself between the splashing water and his mouth on your neck.

"Look at you," he presses kisses anywhere he can, "my pretty baby."

I'm—fuck," your legs try to jostle shut again but they're unsuccessful as Rintaro continues his pace.

"It's okay," he sweetly mocks your shaky attempts to reach your high. His teeth move to sink into the outside of your thigh when he tells you, "Just relax for me."

Feeling you clench around him in a manner that's far too familiar, he changes his movements in a way he knows gets you there every time. Curling his fingertips upwards and lingering a bit too long against that spongey ribbed spot inside of you, you nearly jump out of the water at the harsh sensation.

Suna laughs, holding you down as your nails sink into his wrist in an attempt to ground yourself.

He continues against your feeble tries, mentally checking all of the boxes for when he knows you're about to lose it. When you get to the babbling nonsense and begging for quite literally nothing stage, he decides it's time.

A gentle kiss prods against your temple, "Talk to me, pretty."

"Feels good—so fucking good, I—” Your back arches and flexes against the water, desperately trying to reach your approaching high.

"You gonna cum for me?" he breathes through a smile.

You can't speak, nodding furiously and mindlessly as you feel yourself reach your peak. The churning inside of you unravels like a wave, and you can feel your hips bucking themselves upwards without meaning to for the sake of release.

Your lover doesn't let up, rubbing and curling and cooing you through your high. You don't even hear him, can barely feel him anymore as he milks you for all he can before giving you a break and moving his loving touches to your legs and neck.

"Feelin' good?" he's out of breath from watching you perform for him.

Between how tired you were before, let alone how hard he'd just fucked you on his fingers, he expects you to be spent. He's undeniably hard—only human, after all—but with the way your eyes can barely stay open, he mentally plans to get you settled in bed before leaving himself quickly and joining you.

But he's never been more willing to be wrong when you whisper against his bicep, planting wet and messy kisses across his skin in an attempt (as if one was even needed) to persuade him.

He can feel you beam against his skin when you mewl and pant, "Think I need the real thing now."

"The real thing?" his voice octaves in a condescending sweetness.

You're pulling at his cloth-covered torso when you groan, "You know what I mean."

"That wasn't real? You left fucking crescents on my wrist—”

"Rin," you cut him off with a groan, looking up at him all teary and needy and so fucking pretty he thinks he could cry. "Please?"

You watch his chest inflate with a sharp inhale as his eyes rake over your malleable form. His tongue skims his canine when he chuckles and shakes his head.

"Fuck you."

He's undressed and on top of you in the water within seconds.

"Condom?" he heaves into your neck, practically swallowing you whole between breathy groans.

He feels you shake your head and he kisses his teeth in aggravation. "What'd I say about words, baby?"

"No," you nearly hiss, before following it up with a velvety, "just wanna feel you this time, please."

Rintaro groans into your chest and subconsciously bucks his hips against you, "Fuck, okay. Okay, baby."

He takes his time when lining himself up with you, letting his pink tip acquaint itself with your puffy folds like it's the first time. He feels a pull inside of him that egnites when he realizes, it's not the first time, and over his dead body will there ever be a last.

He watches beneath the water as his pre-cum smears itself all over your pussy, sticky and webbed as it dissolves under the water. He flicks himself across your clit, tapping heavily against you when you softly cry at the sensitivity. He lets out sounds of amusement at your feeble protests.

"Don't—” you hiccup as he runs his shaft between your folds, "—be a dick."

"Shut up," he quickly kisses your lips, "I got you—"

As he breathes, he unhurriedly sinks himself into you, relishing in the way you both inhale one another at the stretch. Breathing in one another's gasps and shivers, he lets himself ease in and out of you until he's completely bottomed out and pressing his weight onto your abdomen to hear you shiver.

It's all sweaty kisses and desperate licks as you meet his movements, pulling as he pushes and taking everything one another can offer. And it is everything—you'd never give anything less.

You can tell he's slowly losing his composure, but he does a good job of keeping up with his long and intentional strokes. He means to leave no inch of you untouched, wants you to remember the feeling every time he's away and you find your hand snaking its way between your legs.

"I love you," falls from your lips like the wine you neglected from the untouched glass that sits a few feet from you. And Rintaro swallows it greedily, tastes its rich red and white and pink before spewing it right back for you to keep as your own.

His thrusts become more sloppy and frantic as he feels himself reaching the brink of his climax. "I love you, shit—love you, I love you."

He comes in bursts of heat and desperation, and with a few more needy strokes and circles on your clit, you follow suit behind him. Spent and sticky with cramping limbs in your tiny tub, Rintaro coddles you through shaky whimpers and sore muscles.

"So fuckin' pretty," he breathes between kisses, to you or himself, he doesn't think he'll ever know the difference. "My baby."

Touches turn lazy and tender, and breathing is now slow and steady when Rintaro adjusts himself with a groan and sits upwards. He reaches for your unattended wine glass, taking a strong swig and raising his eyebrows in jest when you roll your eyes and laugh at him.

He then holds it to your lips, gently leaning your jaw back as you take a sip of your own. You swear that his eyes have stars in them, and while you don't know it, yours gape the same right back at him.

Sinking into the water on the opposite end of the cramped bathtub, he grabs your leg and hooks it upon his shoulder, leaving a gentle kiss to your ankle before letting his head loll to the side.

"This water's fucking freezing now," he mumbles, eyes closed.

But his spirits lift when he hears you giggle at his declaration, opening his eyes and smiling behind a scowl to catch you lazily tossing your head back in amusement.

"It was nice before you got in," you shrug, rubbing your ankle against his ear just to watch him whine at the motion, "so it must just be you."

Rintaro hums in faux agreement, turning to weakly gnaw on your calf before kissing the crescents indented from his front teeth.

"Keep it up and I'll keep your pruney ass right here all night."

tags: christmas mentioning, long distance-ish relationship, uci haji

"maybe one day you can come with me for winter break. or part of it." hajime sighs the words from the other side of his laptop screen, the man who has small eye bags setting in under his eyes and an irvine crewneck covering his top half.

his hair is a mess; brown strands that ultimately look like porcupine spikes cover his head, one eye squished from the way that his palm holds his cheek, the other looking at his screen. his face illuminated in his dark room, the only source of light is his tiny lamp that sits on his bedside table. the other, your face that’s smiling and rolling eyes, making him grin fondly.

"i do wanna meet your family… eventually," you smile. your face is a bit more awake, night time on your side of the world and the early parts of the morning for hajime.

attending the same university was how you met the man you claimed was your other half. joining a similar club that led to volunteering in the same parts of campus. eventually, leading to holding hands until your boyfriend dropped you off at your classes before sprinting to his own. but living on opposite sides of the world was the realization that hit for the past two years around the middle of the school year.

sure, it was only a month. but when seeing each other was standard on a daily basis, you and hajime coordinated times to call.

and, hajime planned the call that was on your christmas eve and his christmas morning. sacrificing a spare hour of sleep to spend time with you while his sun was rising and yours had set.

"maybe next summer?" he questions, and you laugh with a small and tired yawn. "i’d love that," and though he’s just woken up, the light isn’t the only thing illuminating the room, given the smile hajime brings.

"i’ve gotta go soon, making breakfast for the folks," hajime starts, using the american slang he’s picked up from three years of living in the country that you reside in. "grab your present for me, baby. wanna open them now?" a nod and you’re leaning to grab a bag that hajime displayed prettily for you. on his end, he’s standing up briefly to grab the box that you’d wrapped him. a red bow adorning the top with a sticker that reads ‘to: haji’ and ‘from: your baby.’

he laughs as he reads over it, though he read over it when you handed it to him in the airport, too. smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek, then the lips when he had thanked you and asked you to zip it up in his backpack.

"you first," you smile, and hajime gets the urge to fight you on that, but it’s christmas, and though his nervousness is building up in his stomach, he nods with a roll of his eyes.

"fine," a huff of air leaves his lips, and you laugh, knowing his morning breath would hit you smack in the face if it were you instead of a computer screen.

tan fingers untie the red bow, gently unwrapping the paper as if he was going to reuse it later (he wasn’t, but he learned to be soft in everything he did from you). when he unwraps it, a small box is held in his hands, with a showing of the box from him to you and a slight smile that’s never left his lips, he opens it, and his eyes widen.

"shit, you didn’t need to get me this." he takes the gold chain out of the box, one that reads his first name in cursive and is going to look all too pretty around his neck.

"i know, i know. but it’ll look so good on you. saw it when i was shopping once and couldn’t resist," you smile with a tilt of your head. it was just a little something, and after two years of dating, you’d start investing in presents that would last rather than small junk from the mall. (you still had a christmas themed stuffie to give your boyfriend, though; it was more for you to lay against when you’d be in his bed. his pillows weren’t the comfiest, and it wasn’t going to be the easiest to wrap; you’ll give it to him when he comes back).

"this is so… i love it, hun’." his smile has fallen; instead, a face that reads disbelief paints his features, lifting the chain around his neck to hook it against his skin.

"how does it look?" and you smile at the gold that shines, sitting below his neckline. "just how i imagined… maybe better," hajime smiles at your words, his eyes now crinkled by the giant smile he displays before he nods in your direction. "your turn."

hajime’s stomach twists a bit more, loving the chain you’d gifted him and hoping you’d love his gift just as much as he loved yours.

sifting through paper, you unwrap a rectangular figure in the bag, taking the paper off, and setting it on the floor until your bottom lip puckers out and your eyes fall soft.

"oh, haji’," you fond, and he let out an invisible sigh of relief that you liked part of the gift he’s prepared for you. a photo of the two of you on a road trip you’d taken, the outside of the frame held dried cherry blossom petals. ones that he’d taken from his hometown, especially for the frame he ended up decorating for you.

"cherry blossoms?" you question with a smile, looking back up to your screen at a hajime who’s biting his lower lip in anticipation. it takes him a second to realize what you’ve asked, and he’s nodding shyly, "mhm."

he gives you another minute to adore the frame made out of bamboo wood, which holds a picture of his arm wrapped around your shoulders and big smiles pulling both of your cheeks upwards.

"there’s another, probably at the bottom," he looks from the bag to your side and back to you, whose attention is reverted to your computer screen. "y’didn’t have to get me two things," and he shakes his head while you dig towards the bottom of the bag.

an envelope with your name written in fancy cursive, something that you weren’t aware that hajime was capable of doing. opening it, as expected, there’s a cheesy christmas card that he’d probably gotten from your local grocery store. one that makes you laugh and, in turn, makes hajime smile lovingly at you; still, with an upside-down stomach, though.

when you open it, it takes a moment to process what fell out of the card. a white slip filled with tiny words, but once you read them, your eyes widen, and your jaw falls slack. "no…"

"you didn’t," you say, looking up to the man who’s nodding to confirm that what you’re reading is… precisely what you’re reading.

"think you can make it?" he asks with a breathy and nervous laugh, his arm scratching the backside of his neck while he glances away.

a ticket to japan that leaves on the 28th of december, just in time for new years. a ticket that lasts until you two have to fly back to california and start your spring semester together.

"i- holy fuck, hajime. you didn’t have to do that," and he nods because he knows, but he also knows that he wants to share traditions with you. he knows that he wants to introduce you to his family and his best friends from high school. he knows he wants to share a miyagi snow with you and his first un-lonely plane ride back to university.

(and don’t worry. like a good future-son-in-law, hajime called your family to ask permission to buy the ticket beforehand.)

so real!! I need to date Iwa in college actually. My silly tanned boyfriend in nutrition yelling at me for not eating proper meals n cooking for me :((((( he's so dreamy

cries. was gonna post this by itself but if there's a free chance to talk ab my man i will take it w open arms.

iwaizumi hajime, who majors in kinesiology with a minor in nutritional science, taking classes for his major that consists of physical therapies and practicing the best eating habits.

he'll gladly practice on you, as a means of studying, of course.

you're sore after a long day of sitting in uncomfortable chairs in your lecture hall? hajime learned how to bend your body in ways that will make you forget about the aches in your lower back. long day on your feet at work? he'll hold your hand into the shower and rub your limbs with coco butter until you're moaning softly with eyes ready to close to sleep.

nutritional science was a minor he had picked up when he realized he could handle the workload of his prestigious university. something that he realized would benefit him in his future endeavors. yet, another practice that he was so thanksful you could attend him to. small things like making sure that you were eating all food categories while also practicing his cooking (he loved cooking with you, taking kissing breaks after he'd lift you on his apartment counter). his backpack, organized with books and journals, was always filled with snacks too.

so when he'd catch up with you after class, he'd have a trail mix he made earlier that week. but if he had just left his place, he was sweet enough to bring you a rice roll. something filling, but not too much when he knew you had classes in the next twenty minutes.

warnings| breeding, mentions of pregnancy.

notes| *maniacal laughter* unedited-read at your own risk. also, this would probably be iwa in a rut, if he were an alpha.

It’s the babydoll.

That’s the first clue. It’s a light blue and so incredibly sheer that the matching thong beneath is easily visible through the material. The lacy cups that should be holding your breasts are failing miserably if he’s being honest. He’s not complaining but, he’s confused.

Or he was.

Until the first breathy moan left you as you took your first bite of the cake on your plate. The sound had settled in the bit of Hajime’s stomach and unleashed a hoard of bees. He’s shifted, eyes flirting from the spilling flesh of your breasts to the sinful way your lips wrap around your fork and his brain had begun to melt.

“Uh- what’s the occasion?”

He bites his tongue when you blink lazily at him. If he didn’t know better he would have simply assumed your intentions were pure. But the overly innocent way you’d told him you just wanted to dress up was enough to have him squinting skeptically at you.

“Really?”

You pout and his cock jerks hard, a sudden vision of that perfect pout wrapped around his cock. You nod, shrugging delicately as you continue to devour your cake. Hajime takes a bite of his own dessert, eyeing you warily when you stand to take your plate to the sink. The babydoll flutters around the top of your thighs and Hajime swallows hard when you bend to put your plate in the dishwasher.

A little later when you’re cuddled on your couch together he senses a restlessness about you. It’s in the way you keep shifting against him. Rubbing your breasts against his chest, pressing soft kisses against his chin and jaw and throat. He’s not sure what’s gotten into you but it’s making him nervous. You’ve been horny before but you’ve always been straightforward about it. If Hajime didn’t know better he’d think you were trying to seduce him.

And though Hajime knows he should never look a gift horse in the mouth he’s a little apprehensive. He wants to know why.

So he asks.

And he regrets it immediately.

“I want you to get me pregnant,” you admit.

And yes, Hajime understands now why he should never look a gift horse in the mouth.

He almost asks you if you’re sure but you’re dressed in this slinky little babydoll, draped across his chest, peppering him with little kisses that go straight to his cock. It would be stupid to ask you that. And he’s not opposed to getting you pregnant. Nope.

In fact, the prospect of filling you with his cum sends an unfamiliar—but not unwelcome—surge of arousal through him.

At least, he thinks it’s arousal. He does.

Until he’s folded your thighs onto his shoulder and fucked you both sweaty and sticky and disoriented and you let that first plea out. That first “please give me a baby”. The unfamiliar—but not unwelcome—emotion surges through him again and he realizes it’s not arousal.

It’s something carnal and raw and possibly unidentified in the grand scheme of things but it makes the hairs on his arms and at the back of his neck stand on end. It reduces his cognitive functions to only the ones needed to keep fucking you into the mattress. He can barely speak, can barely think with the sudden overwhelming need to bury himself so deep inside you that you can never be separated again.

You’re squealing and you might be saying something but the roaring in his ears at the hypnotic fluttering of your pussy around his cock is deafening. Hajime is consumed by the sinful sucking of your walls as they coax his orgasm from him. As they wrestle his cum from him.

He cums with an undignified sound that he hopes you have no recollection of. Stars explode behind his eyelids—or maybe stars just explode because he doesn’t know if his eyes are closed or not. He shudders as you cum around him, your nails dig into the muscles in his back and arms, your breasts press against his chest until he realizes you’re trying to tug him closer. Like you’re trying to drag him deeper. He’s fairly certain if he shifts his cock any deeper you’ll end up in the ER. His cock gives one, two, three violent lurches as he cums.

And then his muscles go lax and he fully collapses on top of you, his cock still buried deep enough that he’s fairly certain he’s rammed himself into your honest to god cervix. He should be concerned but from your dopey smile and the way you’re petting his back he’s obviously not done any real damage to your insides. Though he thinks you might not be able to walk for a little bit. Hell he might not be able to walk.

That orgasm was like nothing he’s ever had. He feels as though he’s emptied his soul into your little pussy. Like you’ve reduced him to a breeding bull.

And maybe you have because fifteen minutes later he’s got his hands cupping your hips as he watches, mesmerized, while his cock disappears into your pussy over and over and over, slick from a ridiculous amount of your cum.

And then a little while later he pins you to the floor and fucks you again. And then in the shower. And then in the kitchen; on the counter, against the fridge, on the floor.

“We have to get you nice and full if we want to get pregnant on the first try,” he tells you. It doesn’t even sound like him. Whoever this person is they desecrate every viable surface in your home.

Hajime doesn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed when you have to call in sick for work the next day.

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Still thinking about your Osamu drabble where reader called him crying bc her pants wouldn't fit, and he was trying to pay attention to her and not how her thighs looked 🫣 (I think about it daily)

“Samu,” you sniffle through the phone. “They don’t fit.”

Osamu’s locked himself in his back office, a reflexive action whenever you call while he’s at work because you never call while he’s at work.

“Sweetheart?” he props his phone on the stand you got him for Christmas and sits back in his chair. “What doesn’t fit?”

“My jeans, ‘Samu,” there’s shuffling as you position the phone in a way that gives him full view of your top half. He frowns at the puffiness of your eyes, obviously you’re genuinely upset about this. He’s determined to figure out what’s got his princess so upset and fix it.

That’s what he tells himself before you make a cute little hop backward and it gives him a full view of the jeans that won’t fit and why. Your thighs are too big. The waist is stuck half way up the delicious fatty area that he spends afternoons with his face buried in, prohibited from going further by the fact that the fat is spilling over the top.

Osamu forgets for one horrible second that this is something you’re apparently not okay with as he groans. He almost asks you to turn around so he can see the back. You misinterpret this sound of distress as something negative. After he scrambles to explain to you that you should just get new jeans he realizes he’s only digging himself a deeper grave. Osamu decides he can’t console you from his tiny office at the back room of Onigiri Miya so he goes home.

He kisses every inch of your body, whispers reassurance and affirmation, fucks the soft, plush thighs that he loves. That he sponsors with every new dish he tries out on you. That he is entirely responsible for with the way he constantly feeds you, dotes on you. His life revolves around food, and it makes him feel a little guilty that he’s dragged you into orbit with him.

He burns the jeans, dramatically douses the offending material in gasoline and sets it on fire in his backyard and then makes you your favorite dessert from scratch. He ends the day like he always does? With his face buried in your thighs and your fingers carding through his hair.

sending you kisses baby!

apple juice at a coffee shop

“could I get an apple juice?” Your order may be fairly simple but at least it’s consistent.

you and Iwaizumi were at a local coffee shop, wasting your time before the movie you were supposed to watch started.

“sure! what size?” She looked up at you expectantly.

“let’s go with… medium” The barista picked up a cup and wrote something small on it before passing it to her coworker.

“of course one medium apple juice coming right up!” She turned to Iwaizumi, “and for you sir?”

his eyes widened in surprise like he wasn’t expecting to be asked something like that. His eyes frantically looked into the menu.

“Oh…. Um …. Can I get a medium London fog?” The barista smiled lightly at him before marking his cup and handing it to her coworker once more.

“of course. Is that it for you two?” she asked mildly. Iwaizumi looked to you in mild panic.

Noticing his panic you quickly end the conversation,“yup, thank you” you turn to your boyfriend.

“iwa? A London fog? I didn’t take you for a tea kind of person”

“it’s tea??” “yes?? What did you think you got?!” You notice someone standing behind him, so you loosely pull his arm, guiding him out of the person’s way.

“I don’t know? It was on the board as a barista favorite, and I’ve never been here before, so I was kinda caught off guard.”

Chuckling lightly you look at him with a raised brow, “you got a new drink because it was somebody’s favorite?”

“yes…” He leans against the pickup counter, “to be fair I didn’t know what else to get.”

You stare into his soul for a second longer before looking away, “you’re strange.”

“ and yet, you love me for it.” He reaches for you hand and holds it in his own.

“that I do,” you squeeze his hand affectionately, “your tea is ready”

he grabs his tea from the barista and walks away, he pulls you after him not once letting go of your hand. once you are a few meters away from the counter he pauses and brings the cup up to his nose, sniffing hard. he pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to figure out how to feel about the smell before going in for another sniff. He does this three more times.

“Pfft- you look like a weirdo right now, just a buff dude leaning over his hot drink sniffing hard” you start to pull him towards the exit, he follows you haltingly, stopping every few feet to sniff the cup again.

“Have you ever had a London fog?” He walks to the door and pushes it open, holding it for you as you step through it.

“no, I don’t know what’s in it”

“neither do I”

“ you should look it up, let’s sit here”

You sit down on a bench outside the coffee shop. You had started to take some small sips of your apple juice as you checked you socials. When you glance over at Iwaizumi, he is intensely staring at his phone.

He puts down his phone and catches your eye, “it is gray tea and steamed milk” he gives you a small smile and you return it.

He goes to take a si, but right before he sips, he brings the cup back up to your nose. You snort because he has never been the type of person to be scared by trivial things, let alone a new drink.

He turns to you once more,“it smells like lavender, smell it” he passes you the drink, carful not to spill its hot contents on you. you bring it closer to you nose, and take a deep breath. “ooo it does! Take a sip!”

He very cautiously brings it to his lips. Iwaizumi takes a tentative sip then closes his eyes, deep in thought.

He hesitates then says “it tastes like lavender… it tastes like how a microwave sock smells”

You blanch,“I’m sorry? A microwave sock?”you swivel to look him in the eyes, and repeat very slowly “a microwave sock?”

He places his drink down on the table. “you know….” He pauses to think for a second “The one where you put it in the microwave and heat it up, some girls use it for cramps?”

You blink incredulously at him. “a rice sock?”

“yes! that’s the thing, here try it!” You grab the drink from in front of him, you drink slowly, careful not to burn you tongue.

You pause to think carefully, and the more you think about it the more you realize that he had gotten the taste spot on. “oh, OH your right!!”

you slide the drink back over to him, and he grabs it and starts to drink. He manages to burn his tongue. Iwaizumi takes another sip and wrinkles his nose. “Do you not like it?” He face was scrunched up adorably, but it softened into a small smile when he saw you looking at him.

“it’s not my favorite,” he says honestly “I mean, it feels like something you would take studying, but I’m not studying, I’m on a date with my lover”

now it’s your turn to wrinkle your nose at his wording. “don’t say it like that! It sounds like I’m you affair partner”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and sips at his drink again, he gives a noncommittal “Mmm.”

you look at his face and chuckle. “You can toss it ya know”

“with the liquid in the cup?”

You shrug “I don’t see why not, you could also pour it out”

He checks his phone and goes to stand up, “ok, our movie is in like 3 minutes, let’s go.” The two of you start on your way to the theater behind you. Iwaizumi stops next to the plants running next to the walk way. He pulls the lid off of the cup and slowly pours it into the ground. You speak up from behind him.

“do you think it’s cannibalism?”

“what?” “giving your tea to the plants,” you pause and stare intently at the wet patch of dirt, “they are drinking the soul of their brethren” he gives you a strange look before putting the lid on the cup.

“I think everything is a cannibal if giving the chance.” He shrugs and throws his cup into a trash can nearby. “given the chance… iwa I think you mean, ‘put in dire situation’ cause if you say it like that….” You widened your eyes, chuckling and look deliberately to the side.

Iwaizumi gives you a weird look before grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. “Alright, let’s move on from that topic, let’s go to the movies”

You smile widely, “with your affair partner!”

“no-“

Lipstick trend

HC of how I think certain boys would react to the lipstick trend on TikTok.

Includes - Haikyuu, JJK, Blue Lock

Type - Fluff

Cw - A little suggestive

Pretends to not like it -

You lean towards your phone camera to inspect your lipstick. You proposed this idea, wanting to finally show off your boyfriend to the world, tired of soft launching him. Honestly, you were surprised when he agreed so easily, you expected at least some groaning about how much work it'll be. But now here you both are, sitting on your shared couch in your shared home, red lipstick on your lips.

The video starts and you put the tube of lipstick down onto the coffee table. His hand comes up and wipes up some of the smeared lipstick on the underside of your lip. That's when you turn the camera to show him off, lipstick all over his face. His cheeks, neck, lips, and forehead have the imprint your lips. He pretends to not care, pretends to be cold and immune to your charm. But anyone watching the video can see the way his eyes soften, they can see the way his lips quirk up a bit, underlining the truth of his feelings. "Happy now? I am." He may have whispered that under his breath.

Megumi Fushiguro, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Iwaizumi Hajime, Michael Kaiser, Seishiro Nagi, Inumkai Toge

Brought up the idea -

A Saturday between this couple usually includes watching TV while rotting away on the couch. But your boyfriend had other ideas. You didn't expect him to come running up to you with a tube of pink lipstick in hand. It was like him, but you expected him to be tired from his long week. But his smile was as wide as ever, he honestly resembled a dog, he just needed the tail.

The video starts just like the rest, you place the tube down and smile a little bit, already excited to show the camera what your boyfriend looks like. His hand reaches forward and rubs the excess lipstick of your lip. You pan the camera to him, and he still has the biggest smile on his lips. Pink lipstick marks scatter across his face, some smeared from him being so happy for your kisses. But anyone can see the way he looks at you, like you were the stars in the sky, a beautiful painting to always be cherished. He couldn't resist the urge to lean in and give you a long and passionate kiss, and that's when the video ends. No surprise when you wake up the next morning to 99+ notifications of people wanting your boyfriend. "So pretty, I love you so much..."

Itadori Yuji, Hinata Shoyo, Bokuto Kotaro, Isagi Yoichi, Reo Mikage, Yuta Okkotsu

Has to tease you first -

The day starts like no other, beautiful sun, birds chirping, and your teasing smile. You pleaded with your boyfriend to participate in this trend since you saw the first video on your fyp, but your schedules never aligned. That was always his excuse. But finally, today is a rest day for both of you, so you know he has no choice but to agree with you now. The lipstick tube already in hand and the video already up, you're ready for him.

But this is your boyfriend, and if he didn't tease you about it first, then would it really be him? His teasing remarks start off like they always do, asking if you're truly that obsessed with him. Then they move onto more, teasing about how much you want to kiss him, how much you want to taste him. But, like they always do, his teasing remarks have little to no effect on you. So, you put the lipstick on, kiss him wherever you can, and start the video. His hand reaches around and wipes off some lipstick, which leads you to show him, kisses everywhere the eye can see. There's a faint blush on his cheeks, but he swears it's the red from the lipstick. Nonetheless, he leans in and coos at how pretty you look, but the video ends before anyone can see him kissing you. Which may have led to a make-out session. "Hmm, you want me so bad, don't you? My pretty~"

Kuroo Testuro, Iwaizumi Hajime, Michael Kaiser, Reo Mikage, Hyoma Chigiri, Yuta Okkotsu

I've been having some Inumaki and Reo brain rot for the past week

Requests are open!!

[Daddies in December] Miya Osamu

I tell you, Miya Osamu is something else.

Warning: trigger (accidental black eye), smut

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Osamu finally looked at his phone after the sudden rush in the kitchen. He felt the vibration of his phone in the back of his pocket but couldn’t check it until almost an hour later.

His eyes widened and he zoomed into the picture Y/n just sent him.

Look, I’m a pirate!

She had an eye patch over her left eye with a smile that never fails to flutter his heart.

He didn’t bother to look at the time and pressed the camera icon, video-calling her.

She rejected his call and he called again.

I’m in a parent-teacher meeting.

Osamu let out a frustrated sigh, so many questions were attacking him, and he needed answers.

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“Kitchen.” Was all he said when Y/n stepped foot into his shop.

Y/n and Megumi, the cashier exchanged looks. “He’s been waiting for you,” Megumi whispered, “asking every five minutes if you’re here yet.” He gestured for her to hurry and go, “good luck.”

Y/n dragged her feet and sighed before walking towards the kitchen where Osamu’s office is located. She smiled and greeted Osamu’s staff in the kitchen as they all stared at her with wide eyes.

She stepped into Osamu’s office, and he was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He quietly ordered, “close the door.”

As if she were a child in trouble, she closed the door behind her and then looked at her husband. “It was an accident,” she quickly said all under one breath. “I was at the wrong spot and wrong time and… didn’t see the baseball…”

Osamu inhaled and exhaled deeply. “I don’t like you getting hurt, anywhere on your body but Y/n,” he paused before stating, “what if it wasn’t your eye but instead your tummy?”

“I know,” Y/n mumbled, she had those exact thoughts, and thank the Gods it was her eye instead of her tummy. She placed both her hands on her flat tummy, where their baby was nourishing.

They had just found out they were expecting, Y/n being almost ten weeks pregnant.

Osamu has since then become even more protective and clingy. He has changed all the ingredients in their home, waking up earlier to pack her breakfast, three snack packs, and lunch. It was all approved meals and snacks for pregnant women.

Without further questions, he opened his arms, “come here.” She shuffles over and stands in between his long legs, allowing his long arms to wrap tightly around her waist. “I swear I cannot leave you alone without you getting hurt some way or somehow.” He pulled away and gently, ever so, tilted her chin upward, “can I see it?”

“Sure,” Y/n answered as he carefully lifted off the patch. She hears his breath hitched, “I’ve been icing it, so the swelling went down.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t stop the bruise from forming.” Osamu clicked his tongue; the skin was already turning a shade of blue and purple. “Those asshole students.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face against his broad chest. “I’ll be more careful and be more aware of my surroundings.”

“You need to let them know you are pregnant.” He has told her to announce it to her coworkers and students but she has been putting it off. But with this incident, Osamu is about to make the announcement himself.

“I’ll tell them tomorrow, I promise.”

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Y/n refrained from announcing her pregnancy because she was the daughter of the principal. It was already challenging trying to get the teachers to treat her fairly and equally without special privileges. With the news of her pregnancy spreading around the school like wildfire, the staff and students all congratulated her.

“Haku,” Y/n has been pleading to the high school boy kneeling before her to stand up. “I’m fine, please… get up.”

He refuses to bulge. “I’m so sorry,” he said for the nth time. He felt even more guilty after hearing about her pregnancy.

“Okay, I accept your apology, please stand up now.” She has been trying to pull him up. Y/n suddenly thought of something. She cleared her throat before voicing hesitantly, “you know, me trying to get you off your knees will only make me stressed and upset…”

Haku immediately looked up at his teacher with panicked eyes and stood up, pulling his teacher up from a bending position.

Y/n smiled softly, patting him on the head, “it was an accident, I forgive you, okay?”

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Y/n unwrapped the last snack Osamu had packed her, snacking on it and relaxing against her office chair.

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Miya, I cannot take you seriously at all.” Y/n’s colleague giggled, they burst out in a fit of giggles.

“I know – I can’t even take myself seriously at all when I see my reflection.” Y/n choked, wiping her teary eyes. “I noticed that Osamu can’t even look at me.”

The eye patch on her eye did make Y/n look a little ridiculous and she got plenty of stares when she was out in public but it was better than revealing the ugly shade of blue and purple skin underneath.

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Y/n found her husband in their bed, crawled towards him, and swung her legs over Osamu’s body, straddling his waist. “Look at me,” Y/n demanded sternly before her serious expression morphed into a playful one. She cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. “Do you think I’m ugly with my purple eye?”

Osamu set his phone down, frowning before glaring at her. “You are not ugly at all.”

“Even with my purple eye?”

Osamu reached to pull her down so he could press a kiss to her forehead before pressing a kiss to her purple eye, murmuring, “even with your purple eye.”

Y/n slipped her arms around his neck, hugging him. “Good, for a second there I thought you found me ugly.”

Osamu rolled his eyes but a smile was on his lips. “It’s hard to take you seriously…”

Y/n hummed in agreement, pressing kisses to his neck. She could hear his breath hitch and smiled mischievously.

They have not had sex since they discovered she was pregnant two weeks ago.

“Y/n…” Osamu whispered his Adam’s Apple bobbed. He could feel her bare heat, rubbing over his cock, the only thing separating and preventing him from thrusting into her pussy was the cotton material of his boxers. “You’re really testing my control right now…”

Y/n lifted her head to stare down at him, “is that what it is? You haven’t touched me in two weeks because you’ve been controlling it?”

“I don’t want to hurt you and the baby.”

Y/n couldn’t help but giggle, “’Samu, love – you won’t hurt us. At all.”

He looked away with embarrassment, “I might be too hard on you…”

She pecked his lips softly, assuring him, “you won’t, I know you, you won’t ever hurt us intentionally.” Her hands shift to cup his chest, running her thumb over his nipples and making him hiss. “So, please make love to me, I need you.”

Osamu stares into his wife’s eyes, remembering why he fell in love with her in the first place. His lips curve into a smile and he looks away before chuckling. “Your purple eye…”

Y/n rolled her eyes, getting off of him and then off the bed.

Osamu tried to reach for her but missed. “Baby, please – don’t leave, come back… I’ll make love to you.”

“Hold on,” she murmured, going into their closet, she reached for the nearest tie and returned. “I’ll cover my eyes because I don’t want you killing the mood while I’m trying to cum.”

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“Wish you could… see this…” Osamu said quietly, looking at his cock already oozing cum.

Kneeling in between her spread legs was his wife, eyes covered with his tie and wrists bound together with another tie.

“I never thought I get so turned on being tied up like this,” Y/n whispered, “I’m getting impatient, ‘Samu…”

Osamu presses the tip of his cock to her pussy, smearing his fluid against her clit. It absolutely makes him feral to spread his cum all over her. With her eyes covered, it was a different type of excitement within Osamu.

He pushed her tied wrists, positioning them above her head. “Be a good girl and keep it there at all times.”

“Yes, daddy…”

Osamu lets out a breath, “fuck – you just know how to push my buttons, don’t you?”

“I can push all your buttons, daddy.”

Hooking her legs over his shoulder, he folded her nearly in half and entered her in one full thrust. “I should enjoy fucking you in this position before your belly gets bigger.” His hips roll in smooth motions, “after all, this is the position that probably knocked you up.”

No matter how many times Osamu has taken her in this position, it always feels like the first. She remembers the first time Osamu discovered this position, and how deep he felt inside her, it has since then become his favorite position to put her in.

Her cute whimpers were in sync with his thrusts, exciting him, and making him fasten his pace.

“You feel so… soft… softer than usual,” he pants, “you’re squeezing me so tightly…”

“Osamu,” Y/n whimpered, “ah – I love it… I love how deep you are…”

Osamu shifted onto his knees, pounding deeper into her. Their room echoed with skin on skin.

“So close…” Y/n chanted, her belly coiled with tingles and tremors before cumming.

With a groan, Osamu slowed his pace, spilling his cum deep inside. His body jerked and tremble as Y/n’s pussy squeezed and milked every ounce out of him.

Osamu gently releases her legs. He grabs her bounded wrists and brings them over his head, hooking them around his neck. With a supported hand around her lower back, he tugs her upward.

He reached to pull down the tie covering her eyes. “Hey,” he smiles, kissing her. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered against his lips, “that was mind-blowing.”

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E/n: will come back and edit!

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

my friend ate this when she was pregnant with her first born, and naturally I had to put Samu here 🩷

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“You want to eat what?”

You smile and dig your toe into the ground, swaying shyly at the reaction from your loving husband at the mere idea of your craving.

“I want ice cream in… like. Cabbage.”

His brow cocks and he licks his lips, looking at you in disbelief, and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles in your throat from the genuine judgement coming from your man.

He sighs, “I can make you any food on the planet, buy you the finest of fast food… but you want ice cream-cabbage-sandwich?”

“It sounds so good right now,” you whine. Then, your hands come up to cradle your belly, “I can’t help what Rumi wants me to eat.”

“Didn’t she want skittles in milk the other day?”

Your mouth practically salivates at the memory of the sweet treat he made you previously to satisfy your craving. But that’s not what you want right now.

Right now, you want an ice cream-cabbage-sandwich.

Osamu moves his big hands to cover his face, scrubbing softly before laughing, shaking his head, and then stalking over to you. Two large hands gently cradle the baby in your belly, thumbs lovingly stroking over the curvature of your bump. He sighs, “what ya think, Rumi girl? You want chocolate or vanilla?”

You pull a face, “vanilla. I’m not a sociopath.”

He snorts and moves to the vegetables, “right, of course, what was I thinking?”

Tagging 🥺 @reverie-starlight @wolffmaiden @thoreeo @aliensknowmyillusions @tutuwusworld @lavishcherie @sassycheesecake @cheolattes @rrairey @dira333 @unknownspecies

[12:41 PM] Suna Rintarou

I couldn't go the month of November without a NNN... But happy December, it is crazy how fast the months flew by. I hope everyone has a great and warm last month of 2023. I'll do my best to get a few stories out before the end of the year.

Warning: Rin being Rin, explicit fluffy smut . “Please?”

Suna Rintarou sat on his bed with his long legs spread with you standing in between them. His arms hugging you’re your thighs.

You closed your eyes, trying to break free from his gaze. He knew you couldn’t resist his puppy eyes. “Stop.” You cover his eyes with one hand but that doesn’t stop his fingers finding and undoing the buttons to your dress pants, his fingers pulling down the zipper. “Rin,” your tone meant to come out as a warning, but instead it sounded like a plea.

“What’s so bad about sitting on my face?” he asked, his eyes still covered by your hand. “You just have to relax and enjoy it…”

“Why are you so adamant on me sitting on your face? What if I suffocate you to death?”

Rin tugs your hand away from his eyes, “baby girl, I would happily die by your pussy.” He kissed your palm, looking up at you with soft green eyes, “you won’t kill me, I promise…”

Your dress pants fall and pool by your feet. You feel his fingers graze the thin cotton materials of your panties. His finger pads circulate over your already sensitive clit.

“Just ride my face like how you ride my cock…”

Even after four years of dating and marrying him, you find it impossible to refuse him; Rin has a way of persuading you to do anything he desires.

“Lower,” he murmurs.

You look down at him, your nether lips are already pressed against his lips. “Any more and I’m going to put my weight on your face –“

He gripped your thigh and pulled your weight completely on his face.

“Rin!” you shouted his name before buckling over and moaning his name.

He slurped and suckled.

“I feel like I’m eating a raw oyster.” Rin once told you, “wet, messy, and delicious.” He taps his finger against your clit, “it’s like a pearl.”

His grip on your thighs tightens, refusing to let you lift some of your weight.

You found yourself rocking your hips, earning moans from Rin.

“Mhmm.”

Your body tensed, thighs tightening around his head the moment his tongue thrust itself into your pussy. “Ri – Rin…”

You tried to lift your hips but Rin held you tightly in place. “Rin – stop – no more…”

He released you and pouted, “fine, then sit on my cock then.”

You let out a soft chuckle, seeing his face glistening with your wetness. You crawl and straddle his hip, your hand finding his hard and long cock that was already leaking cum on his abdomen.

Aligning him to your pussy, you sink until he is fully inside of you.

Rin inhales sharply, head thrown back as he struggles to breathe. He looks up at you and presses against your lower abdomen making you hiss. “I feel you here,” he trails his fingers up, “so deep inside of you.” He winced but released a low chuckle, “don’t… don’t tighten around me like that. I might nut inside you…”

You lean down until your lips barely graze his as you whisper, “do it… nut inside me Rintarou.”

His fingers dug into your hip as he gave you his signature wide smile. “I’ll be honored.”

Ever since he revealed his desired kink of wanting to cum inside of you, you couldn’t help but want to fulfill it.

Rin shifted you slightly before he pounded away at your pussy. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, hugging you close.

His bed creaked with his erratic movement.

“Rin,” you moaned repeatedly, your pussy tightens by the second as you near your orgasm. The prickle sensation began to build up and your breath quickened with Rin’s rough and deep penetration. “Rin – Rin I’m going to cum…”

Rin purred something incoherent and his hips fasten, cock impaling you deeper and harder until you feel his hot cum spurt into your womb. The raw sensation has your walls closing tightly in, milking all he had to give.

“Ah.” Rin gasped, loosening his arms around you and falling onto the bed. You shift and tower over him, his eyes are closed, face flushed. “Fuck, that was amazing… keep – keep squeezing me like that…” His cock continued to jerk as his hips trembled with the aftermath. He opens his eyes and stares into yours, “have I told you lately that I love you?”

You chuckled and a smile graced your lips as you averted your gaze; his declaration of love is something you’ll never tire of. “Yes, you told me this morning.”

His lips press against your chin, “you made me cum so much.”

It dawned on you that yesterday was the last day of the month. “Did you achieve your Nut in November challenge?”

Rin erupted into laughter, “it’s No-Nut-November…” he sighed, relaxing against the bed. “Yes, I did. I nearly died but I did… my nuts were so full. Thank goodness you let me empty it in you.”

You shook your head and sat up. He groaned when you slightly rocked on his cock, “you need to watch your dirty mouth, Rin.”

His hands rub your hips, “it’s only dirty around you.”

You reach to grab both his hands and press his palm to your belly. “You need to watch your mouth around the baby now.”

The confusion on his face immediately switched to excitement. “Fuck no! – I mean no way. Are you serious?” You nod your head. He covers his face with both hands. You give him a moment to digest the news before you hear him sniffle and you reach to pull his hands away, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, “that’s the best news ever.”

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A plate of raw oyster is set before you and you feel Rin nudge you before leaning to whisper in your ear, “you know what that reminds me of?”

. . .

E/n: I don't think I'll look at raw oysters the same now.

>>>@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

Welcome to my TED Talk

Cw: f.reader, FLUFF. PURE FLUFF. Time-skip!Suna

FUN FACT OF THE DAY! Energy drinks make my fingers feel all tingly.

This is how your Friday nights developed since your second year in Inarizaki.

Popcorn, Onigiri, loads of sweets, cans of soda and energy drinks over your coffee table, two blankets on your sofa and, in this case, him beside your TV, holding your laptop as he introduced the badly designed PowerPoint he made with the saturated audio of 'Hotline Bling' by Drake as background.

"Welcome to my TED talk." He started, making you laugh already. "I'm Rintarō Suna and today's topic is..."

He pressed the space bar. "Reasons for why you should marry me.

"Oh, interesting topic. Let's see if you convince me." You chuckle, grabbing a can of soda and a gummy bear.

Suna and you had been dating since mid-term of the second year of high school and PowerPoint nights became a little routine of yours to spend time with each other at home and get out some laughs.

He chuckles and presses the spacebar. "One, I'm a pro athlete." He says, a photo of him in the gym appears and you cheer and clap jokingly. "Two," he continues, trying to contain his laugh. "I can blackmail you if you say no." A photo of you sleeping with your hair all over your face and drooling is on the slide.

"Oh, my God, Rin! Why do you have that?!" You gasp, looking at him.

"You look cute, okay?" He answers nonchalantly before going to the next slide. "Three, I'd literally do ANYTHING YOU WANT just for you to say yes."

You raise an eyebrow. "Anything?"

"Anything." He answers. "God, I'm willing to... to watch tangled and bluey with you whenever you ask just for you to say the word." He mumbles and your jaw goes slack before you laugh. "And... that shitty show you like."

"OH, MY GOD. Dude, you're soooo fucked up." You laugh. "By shitty show you mean Riverdale?" He nods and you gasp. "IT IS NOT a shitty show."

He raises an eyebrow and looks at you with a straight face. "Really?"

"...Okay, maybe they over-exploited it. BUT the first three seasons are great."

He rolls his eyes and goes to the last slide, which is totally blank and without sound"Four..."

He leaves the living room and goes to your bedroom. You hear the rummaging in the closet before he comes back, making you sit up on the sofa and look at him with wide eyes when he gets on one knee and opens the little black box.

"I love you... so fucking much. You're the only one who could -and can- read me like an open book. You're the one that has been with me every single moment of my life. No matter if it was the best or the worst. God, you even moved to Tokyo with me leaving everything and everyone you loved and grew accustomed to behind..."

If you weren't a waterfall by then, you are one right now.

"Rin, I-" He cuts you off.

"I'm not finished." He says, smiling. "So, sweetheart, my one and only, THE love of my life." You smile at the last nickname. "Will you marry me?" He asks.

"Yes..." You whisper nodding excitedly and he gets up and puts the ring on your finger before kissing you deeply. "I love you so much..."

He smiles and leans his forehead against yours. "Thanks for coming to my TED talk." He jokes and you punch him playfully on his shoulder.

"We were doing so good..." You chuckle. A few minutes later, with him laying on top of you, you speak.

"Hey..." You call him.

"Mhm?"

"Would you believe me if I said my tonight's PowerPoint was about the same topic?" He raises his head and looks at you. "What? You were taking your sweet time!" You say and he rolls his eyes before he kisses you again.

Full

Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Warnings: 18+, relentlessly fluffy sex

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You were thoroughly fed-up. About as pregnant as you could possibly be, you spent your days in permanent tiredness; belly too heavy and round, and hips too sore to be comfortable in any position overnight, you knew your wonderful husband Kento would take the aches and pains from you if he could.

Lying in bed on your side, pillows wedged under your bump, between your legs, and behind your back, Kento reached a reassuring hand out to stroke your waist as you grumbled to yourself; a full hour in bed now and no chance at sleep. Holding your legs together to support your aching hips, you heaved yourself up sideways, feeling your bones and muscles creak in protest. With a lump in your throat and tears burning in your eyes, you sat on the side of the bed to gather yourself.

You heard the bed creak behind you, and soft footsteps padded round the bedroom towards you. Warm, large hands cupped your cheeks and temples, stroking you gently. You leaned forwards, resting your nose and lips against his lower tummy, nuzzling and planting soft kisses there.

"I'm sorry. You can't get any sleep with me thrashing around. I can go to the spare room if you like," you reassured Kento. You felt his disapproval rumble through his abdomen.

"Don't ever apologise. I'm sorry you're so uncomfortable. For what it's worth, you're doing an amazing job. Not long left, I'm sure. We can get you through it. I'll run you a bath."

You hummed your approval, his hand lingering in yours as he walked towards the bathroom. You heard various containers being clicked, and the bath water beginning to run, before Kento headed back to you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. He grasped your hands and helped you to stand, before helping you to remove your pyjama bottoms.

You felt pathetic, useless, ugly, watching your gorgeous husband help you undress. As if reading your mind, he kissed his way playfully up your legs, blew a raspberry on your bump, and pulled you to him.

"You are just as lovely, if not lovelier than you've ever been. Watching you grow our baby has been a total delight and I want you to know that I still find you completely irresistible." You scoffed at him, dubious, puffy-ankled and tearful. He grasped your chin gently and pulled you to look up at him.

"I mean it," he said, voice low and so sincere you felt your eyes prick with tears. Sniffling, you rubbed your nose. "Come on. Your bath should be about ready."

Kento led you to the bath, and held your hands as you stepped in and lowered your body, sighing as the almost too hot water sank into your aching hips. Letting out a satisfied hum, you lay back in the scented water, looking at your swollen breasts and belly rising like islands out of the water. Kento watched you fondly for a moment, before slipping away to the kitchen. You faintly heard the click of the kettle, and the clinking of mugs.

Eyes closed, and slowly inhaling the steam, you watched your belly roll and jump, as your baby tumbled inside it. Stroking your tummy, you didn't notice Kento returning with a cup of tea for you. He knelt by the side of the bath, chin on one arm, as he gently splashed water over your moving bump. When his heavy hand rested atop your bump, fingers tip-tapping, your baby stopped as if listening. Kento chuckled.

"Only moving for mama again? Hello, sweetie. We can't wait to meet you." A moment of still, before Kento received a pronounced thump against his fingers. Kento continued to softly brush water over your belly and breasts, watching you intently, utterly besotted, believing with absolute certainty that he would walk through fire for you and your unborn baby.

You felt Kento's eyes bore into you, and you shifted uncomfortably, still feeling like a shadow of yourself, body taken over by something wholly undesirable. However, judging by Kento's gradually darkening eyes as he scanned your body, wet and full, he certainly did not feel the same. You felt your heart squeeze as his fingertips grazed ever so lightly against your nipples, which instantly tightened and pebbled. Kento's mouth watered.

It hadn't been his intention to become so aroused by you. His sole priority had been your comfort, to make you feel good in your body, but he felt his pyjamas growing tighter and tighter as he watched your body in the water, a Romantic-era goddess who deserved to be awash in flowers and adoration. Biting his lip, Kento mentally shook himself off, not at all wanting to bother you with his desire, knowing you were uncomfortable and exhausted, until--

"Kento, I...feel like as much as I want you right now, I just...I--" you hesitated, stumbling on your words as he frowned lightly at you. You reached a hand over the lip of the bath to stroke his bare chest as you continued, "All I mean is, in my current state, there is nothing I could possibly do to make...to make me...an attractive experience for you." You finished weakly, your words falling flat as Kento's dark eyes continued to stare you down, now hungry and, apparently, stubbornly determined to prove you wrong.

Kento hummed to himself again, remaining, as always, a man of few words. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," he mused, "because all I see is the love of my life, beautifully wet, carrying my baby, in a body I can taste in my dreams, telling me she's undesirable, while it's all I can do not to lift you out of this bath and sink my tongue and cock into you until you're too busy calling my name to continue thinking something so ridiculous."

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as you felt a familiar heat pool between your legs. Kento leaned into you, kissing you deeply, slipping his tongue into you and you gasped as he moaned at your taste. Without breaking contact with you, he reached down to the end of the bath, grabbing the shower head and adjusting its setting. You felt a warm water jet rush against your thighs, as he slowly raised it to the throbbing ache between your legs.

Your head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry and hands gripping the sides of the bath. The hot pulse of water on your aching clit hit you instantly and intensely, and Kento leaned half into the bath, taking your nipple between his teeth and holding your hips still with another hand. You whined and whimpered, hands tangling into Kento's hair, completely wordless with pleasure as he moved the shower head in small circles around your clit, licking your sore nipple.

Your tummy tightened almost painfully, as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching, a violent one, overstimulated by the fierce rush of water and Kento's mouth on your sensitive nipples. Kento talked you through your pleasure, voice low and soft as velvet.

"Are you going to cum? I won't deny you. You've earned it. I'll make you fall apart a hundred times if that's what it takes for you to understand what you do to me." You gasped, hands furiously clutching his hair, his shoulders, his chest, your hip gripped tightly by him as you bucked and writhed in the water.

Kento pressed the showerhead firmly against your clit. "Cum," he ordered, and you shouted your pleasure as your orgasm hit you like a train, completely blinded by bliss, face screwed up and whimpering.

Throwing the showerhead aside and turning off the taps, Kento reached fully into the water and lifted you as if you weighed nothing, nose to nose with you before draping you onto your bed. Before you could protest about wet sheets, Kento dropped straight to his knees, bodily dragged your bum to the edge of the bed and placed your knees over his shoulders. You had barely a moment to gather your thoughts before Kento plunged his tongue between your folds and licked a fat stripe from entrance to clit.

You bucked, gasping, hypersensitive and senses on high alert. You craned your neck desperately as you felt Kento begin to suck on your clit, but were completely unable to see him past your bump. Your toes curled against his shoulder blades, hands reaching out, desperate to ground yourself with the pleasure overwhelming you, your second orgasm rapidly approaching, and you sobbed your pleasure into the dark warmth of your bedroom. As your hand reached down, Kento's hand reached up and his fingers laced with yours. You could have cried at the sweet intimacy of his thumb stroking your palm, as you came, crying out and twisting, calling Kento's name into the dark.

Kento lapped at you like a starving man, one hand already freeing his cock from the tight confines of his pyjamas. He couldn't help giving himself long strokes, squeezing at the tip and feeling pre-cum leak over his hand as his thumb swiped across his slot. He shivered, involuntarily groaning into your pussy, and he felt your thighs twitch around his head at the vibrations. By this point, he knew you could barely see straight, panting and gripping his hand, your anchor in the mist.

The thought of you writhing with pleasure above him spurred him on further, and, reluctantly letting go of his desperate length, he pressed two fingers deep inside your pussy, wet and fluttering, instantly able to locate the spongy spot inside you which would send you over the edge again.

You were a mess at this point, tears of overstimulation streaking down into your ears, gripping Kento's hand like a lifeline. You hadn't allowed him to pleasure you like this for weeks, feeling like your body didn't belong to you anymore, and guilty towards your unborn baby for feeling this way. So long had passed that you hadn't realised how desperately you had craved Kento while denying him and yourself.

"Please Kento I can't-- can't--" you babbled, completely incapable of stringing a sentence together. His hand squeezed yours reassuringly again, and you felt his fingers curl up inside you as his tongue flicked practiced circles over you.

Feeling your pussy clench around him again, and you whimpering weakly, thighs shaking around his head, Kento felt his thighs now sticky with his own precum. Squeezing the base of his cock as he gently brought you down from your high, he nuzzled at your thighs, planting light kisses and soft words of adoration. Kento tried to pant quietly, still unwilling to chase his own needs with your body, as long as you were sated and in full knowledge that he adored you still.

Kento felt his hand being tugged by you, insistently.

"Get up here. I'm not done with you." As Kento's face appeared above your bump, nose and chin glistening with your essence, you blushed at the mischievous look in his eyes. He crawled up the bed, hovering over you, caging you in, all broad planes of muscle and protection.

"Do you want to...I mean, I'm just happy if you're happy..." Kento stopped as you placed a finger on his lips.

"Just...help me flip over." Kento growled lowly in approval, and flipped you over onto your knees with ease. He reached up the bed to place pillows around and underneath you, until your bump was supported and your bum arched beautifully towards him. He ran his tongue languidly along the exaggerated 'S' of your back, before placing a playful nip on your bottom. You squeaked and waggled your bum at him, and he placed a firm slap on one cheek as you giggled. Warmth spread through him, delighted by your happiness.

Kento lazily fingered your folds, so wet and inviting, and you sighed, pressing back into his hands. He dipped one finger inside you again, using your wetness to lubricate his cock as he continued to pump himself at the view of you, so open and inviting before him. He leaned around you, caging you in again, now from behind, and you felt so deliciously vulnerable.

His voice, slow and sultry, rumbled through your ear; "let me know if I'm hurting you."

With no further warning, you felt every inch of Kento sheath within you, your swollen pussy sensitive and clenching instantly, and it took all of Kento's restraint not to cum right there. Holding your hips tightly against his, his head rolled back in bliss and he sighed deeply, grunting as he pulled out and sharply thrust back into you again, relishing your squeaks and gasps.

Kento wanted to hold himself back, but, desperate to show you exactly how desirable he found you, his hips took on a life of their own, slamming repeatedly into you. He groaned and panted, eyes fixed on where his cock sunk into you, watching your wetness coat his thighs until the room was filled with wet slaps and guttural moans. You had given yourself over to him completely, and lay prone, back arched and arse in the air, relishing in the deep aching pleasure of being utterly railed by the man who treated you like a captured goddess.

Kento felt so guilty that having only been pleasured by his own hand for weeks, through no fault of your own, he chased his orgasm like a needy virgin. Wordlessly, he arched over you like an animal, forearms caging your head. As you sank your teeth into one forearm, kissing, licking and mewling, he felt cum shoot through his cock with little warning, gasping and shaking as he came, feeling his seed drip out around your folds, so much after so long, and he was lost in a haze of pleasure for what felt like minutes.

Catching himself before he collapsed down onto your back, Kento gripped you to him and flopped sideways, still inside you as he spooned you, teeth sinking into your shoulder with unashamed worship. His lower arm snaked under your neck to rub lazy circles on your breast, while his upper arm cradled your bump, holding you, never wanting to let you go.

"I love, revere and adore you," Kento intoned into your neck, "even more so now you're sacrificing so much to give me everything I ever dreamed of." You felt tears prick in your eyes, completely awash with his sincerity. "So please, don't ever think you're ugly to me. I will love your body and mind with every change. I celebrate it."

Planting gentle kisses to your temple, Kento moaned as he slipped out of you. Lifting you into bed, he grabbed a soft cloth from his drawer and placed it lovingly between your legs before arranging your pillows with the skill of an expert, and covering you with a dry blanket.

You began to feel sleep roll over you as Kento replaced the wet sheets. As you began to drift, feeling your baby tumble within you, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that Kento would love you, and your baby, through any and every storm along the way.

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I post this fic in celebration of being blissfully married to my own Nanami, in advance of the birth of my 3rd and final baby ✌️ Every woman deserves a Kento to worship her.

papa nanami and how he can't decide which fleece jacket he should buy for his little girl—

they’re tiny, the length of the fabric spanning his two palms and a half. he’s thinking hard on this one—tan or pink? tan or pink… tan or pink.

the store is closing soon; the only free time he had was after work, now, half an hour before dinner. he should hurry so he can go home already—to his little girl and you.

he sighs, holding the jackets up again. tan or pink...

hm.

he makes his choice.

.

when he arrives home, crouching low as his little girl comes crashing into him—the shopping bag falls to his side, hands holding her close. you peek from the kitchen, smile warm and in love.

kento always makes it in time for dinner, no matter what.

after tickles and giggles and a big munching on her cheek, your little girl pulls her papa by his pinky, dragging him over to you.

you always give him a kiss on the cheek.

“welcome home, my love.” you whisper by his ear, setting the last bowl of food down on the dining table.

you spot the shopping bag by the foyer, sneaking him a look, “did some early gift shopping?”

he follows your eyes, picking up your little girl as he sets her down on her seat.

“bought some fleece jackets for her, before it gets too cold.”

your lips curl up, knowing you chose the right man; his foresight, the way he looks after you both—it makes your heart swell as you walk to pick up the shopping bag.

when you pry it open, you’re met with fuzzy bundles of tan and pink. you snort, “couldn’t pick?”

he flushes, cheeks turning the same shade as the fabric in front of you—he points to his suit, “she said she wanted to match with me.”

your mouth forms an ‘ah’, still smiling, “and the pink?”

“i thought it’d look cute on her.”

he turns to your little girl, grip tight on her silicon utensils as she stabs around her food. she’s almost on her way to full sentences now and it shouldn’t make him this sentimental, but it does.

he wants her to stay this tiny forever.

his little girl.

“what do you think, baby?” you hold up the pink jacket beside you, speaking to your daughter.

she giggles, silicon fork in hand as her bib bounces; her eyes, the same brown as her papa’s but shaped like yours, sparkles, “pwitty! pwitty on!”

“papa always has good taste doesn’t he?” you look at your husband fondly.

your little girl babbles, giggling.

and nanami doesn’t know what he did to deserve this—your little family, but if he has to buy every fleece jacket in the world to keep you both warm and toasty, he will.

he’ll even make you all matchy.

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@kentoangel @em1e @augustinewrites @crysugu @soumies @itadorey @mididoodles thought about u all while writing this 🥹

boyfriend iwaizumi hajime fixing your posture every time he sees you hunched over and slouching—the way he holds your shoulders and straightens it by rolling it back, thumbs pressing into your shoulder blades.

he gently pushes your lower back whenever he notices you curling into yourself, runs his fingers up your spine too.

and he does it all quietly, your only warning the feel of his hands on you.

it’s almost like he has a radar for it, some posture-sense that tingles every time your back is anything but straight.

when you complain about back pain, he snorts, mumbling a ‘wonder why’ before coming over to knead out the knots anyway.

he buys you an ergonomic chair to hopefully help out, even leaves x-rays and scans of bad backs lying around to give some subliminal message of what could happen if you don’t fix it now.

and when he takes you from behind, pushing down on your lower back to give him that arch he likes, he’s teasing, telling you that you only seem to listen when he has you like this.

he’s really starting to think, should he start fucking you with your back straight?

⌗︙・best friend yuuji ⸜⸜・

i know for a fact that best friend itadori wants to know everything about your sex life.

"what's the biggest you have taken?" he asks you with a smirk as you're sitting in his dorm.

"about 6 inches." you answer and yuuji chokes. he's been told he's big but he never sayed attention to it. but 6 inches is way smaller than he is.

"anything bigger?" he nervously laughs, making you raise a eyebrow at him.

"nope, anything bigger would tear my guts." his heart sinks to his stomach, is he too big for you?

"are you trying to say something?" you have him, he thinks. now there's no denying.

"im a bit bigger."

"yuuji, slow down." you moan as his big cock slides through your insides. yuuji thought the best way to prove that he's big is that he's gonna fuck you with all he has.

"i told you it's gonna fit." he smiles at you, pistoling his cock inside. your pussy is filled to the brim, he's so thick he almost has trouble moving. but with how wet you are, you make it easier for him. you have never thought you would fuck your best friend, but now the circumstances are different, your best friend has a big cock.

"gonna cum, sweet girl?" you can't even listen to what he's saying, his cock is making you drunk. yuuji finds your clit and he rubs it at the speed of his thrusts. all you manage is to yell out before you cum around his cock. he fucks you through your orgasm, cumming inside of you.

"i hope you don't mind i came inside." he tells you as he's cleaning you up. you shake your head, "no, i feel proud to have cum inside of me produced by such a big cock."

he laughs at your answer, throwing the towel at your head. he climbs on the bed next to you, straddling you.

"yeah? then we can try if it will fit in your mouth."

“Just one more. For me?” Nanami’s breath is hot on your ear, tugging your lobe between his lips. He’s working overtime to pleasure you, pressing the fluttering vibrator deep into your clit, slipping it up and down your leaking cunt after every climax, only to smear your cum back onto your swollen bud. He’s still fully clothed while you’re sat completely naked on his lap on the couch, legs spread wide for him, your face buried in his shoulder, moans muffled against the fabric of his t-shirt that’s damp with your drool. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding onto him for dear life while his free hand massages gentle circles on your back, as if he isn’t just wrecking you apart right now. 

“Too much,” you stutter, giving him yet another orgasm. It’s your third of the night. He asked for one more after the first, then again after the second. And, of course, he asks again, as he turns off the toy, setting you beside him as he shrugs his pants off his legs. “Another. Please?” he coos, giving you a naughty grin.

You nod, lying flat on the couch, spreading yourself wide for him once more. Your eyes are hazy watching him stroke his cock vigorously in his fist, licking his lips while he positions his head between your legs. When his tongue laps at your arousal, you let out whine, sitting up to stare at him. “Kento!” You were expecting him to fuck you, not eat you out. Not that you’re complaining. 

He reaches his hand up to your chest, pushing you back against the couch, fondling your breasts. “Just one more, like this.” His lips latch onto your sensitive clit, slurping and sucking on you like he hasn’t already made you come three times, unrelenting and vicious. You whimper from the sensation, knees wobbly, toes curled into the cushions, vision blurry as you gaze up at the ceiling, reaching your fourth high. He chuckles into your skin, giving you a wet smooch on your bud before nuzzling into the plush of your inner thigh, humming. “That was a good one, wasn’t it?”

You relax, pussy fluttering around nothing, still feeling the euphoria coursing through your body. Before you can properly process what’s happening, too fucked out to think straight, he drapes your legs over his shoulders, fingers wrapped around his veiny shaft, tapping his cockhead on your puffy clit. He flashes you that winning smile you can never deny, eyes hungry for more. “Last one, I promise.”

iwaizumi's biceps are... — hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader

🍰 iwaizumi bot that inspired this fic

✒️ word count:

🏐 genre: fluff . . . with undertones of suggestive (but nothing too crazy !)

🍙 author's note: i wanna be squished in between them and be gasping for air like a pretty person wants to be . also cocky iwaizumi is hot .

iwaizumi was challenged yet again by kyotani to an arm wrestling match, much to the older boy's dismay as he was busy enjoying the rest of the slow lunch period with you. he grumbled as he muttered to you he'd be back to make the boy can it and regret challenging him again to another silly competition, when all iwaizumi seems to do is beat him at his own game, time and time again.

you went with iwaizumi to the empty classroom where the rest of the underclassmen of the team was, hoping things would end quickly and painlessly. iwaizumi took off his white blazer, handing to you for safe keeping. you thought that things wouldn't be too eventful, since you knew iwaizumi was much more physically capable than some of the juniors and you needn't worry for him—but nothing could've prepared you for an eyeful of iwaizumi's sculpted, tanned biceps that bulged when they flexed as he moved. you seriously wished he would roll his sleeves up around you more often.

iwaizumi dealt with kyotani not long after and beat him in a matter of minutes, it wasn't that difficult for the boy anyway, with muscles like those. you were... sort of mesmerized with the way his arm's muscles rippled when they moved, how often do you think he works out? you wonder. you shake those thoughts off, only to have them re-enter your mind at lightspeed when iwaizumi asks for his blazer back. you hastily hand it to him, feeling so embarrassed at the realization that you were staring at your best friend's biceps.

"what's up? you're... you look flustered." iwaizumi asks you, pretty concerned as he takes his blazer from you. a part of you hoped he wouldn't put it on now, but another part of you wished he would put it on so you wouldn't be tempted to think anymore thoughts about him. you put on a forced smile and shook your head. "nothing's up, iwa." you tell him as he nods slowly and rolls down his sleeves, putting his blazer on. he leans in closer to you, his lips practically touching your ear, and mutters...

"...something tells me you wish i wouldn't out my blazer on right now... and since i'm such a good best friend... maybe i'll even let you see them more often, yeah?"

oh, fuck. he knows.

he smirks against your hair when he lingers by your ear for a few seconds, before pulling away and going back to normal, telling you to hurry your ass up before the bell rings. he was so complicated with his feelings sometimes... and it was hot. just as hot as he looked if he would keep that blazer off and those sleeves up. you were thinking of telling iwaizumi tomorrow that kyotani asked for a rematch, just without the juniors and with you two sitting together, and your eyes wandering over the length and bulge of his arm...

pairing : suna x fem bodied!reader

warnings : mentions of filming, established relationship, filming

authors note : STOP I DON'T WANNA START MY PERIOD

you laid on the bed your back against the headboard as you aimed your camera down at your boyfriend suna rintaro's head. suna had brought up the idea of filming your twos sessions. but only for you two. but as you two started talking about it more you two got more comfortable with the idea of putting it out there. with blurred faces of course because he was a pro volleyball player and you were a model so you two didn't want it getting around that you two had a tape

suna lapped around your clit making your moan out and put your hand in his hair. suna glanced up at you with hazy eyes. striking yet hazy. he always make a shiver run down your spine with how he looked at you. "fuck fuck fuck" you moaned out in a high pitched voice as suna continued to lap and suck on your clit "god fuck~" you moaned out as you felt a small knot form in your stomach

suna inserted two of his fingers into you making that knot tighten in your stomach and the last thing that pulled you over the edge was suna lapping your clit again. suna smiled against your pussy as he pulled your first of many climaxes out of you.

later ✧˖°🌷📎⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ (website for this!!)

"god fuck!" you moaned out as suna leaned down to kiss your forehead as his hair stuck to his forehead sunas phone on your dresser propped up to face both of you seeing suna ram into your pussy over and over again. "ahh~ mhm fuck fuck fuckkk~" you said your voice getting ever so higher. you threw your head back and moaned loudly and lewdly. you thought that your neighbors could hear it. suna let out a breathy moan as suna threw his head back with a breathy moan

suna continued thrusting into you. "go-oood fuckkk" you moaned out feeling another knot pooling in your stomach. this was most likely going to be your last orgasam from the sheer amount of orgasams that he's pulled out of you.

"just one more orgasam okay pretty girl" suna said leaning down whispering it in your ear. you nodded looking up at your beautiful boyfriend. your hips bucked up as your knot got tighter and tighter and then, it just snapped. your final 11th orgasam of the night suna smiled at you and pulled out and came on your stomach

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧🫧

you looked down at you phone and saw a text from suna

rinnie <333 can you send me the footage of me eating you out? i'm editing the footage of me fucking you now

you send the video of him and you typed back

here :)!! remember to blur out or faces we don't want this shit to get leaked

“are ya usin’ that?”

you pull the headphones away from your ear, glancing up at the man in front of you while you try to psych yourself up for this set.

“yeah,” your jaw just about drops on the floor when you see your gym crush, who you’re sure is named osamu, is staring right back at you. “i just started.”

he grins.

“can i swap in with ya?”

you nod quickly, not wanting to get too distracted. when you start at the cables, pulling the weight down, you can’t even begin to focus on the task at hand. not when there’s a six-something, absolutely built man right behind you.

after your set you step to the side awkwardly, not wanting to bother him too much. you’ve seen this man for months now, and based on his physique? he means business. hidden underneath the loose sweatshirt and joggers he’s got on today is rippling muscle, something he rarely shows off.

and today must be your lucky day.

as soon as you adjust the weight, osamu pulls his sweatshirt off to reveal a very tight, very thin white tank top. you get through your set, barely, and avoid eye contact when you let him take over once more.

you watch his entire set set like a hawk, eyeing his triceps as they flex with each downward movement. his back tightens, his jaw squeezes with the effort he’s putting in. you almost faint when he looks back at you.

“yer up. last one, right?” he’s slightly out of breath, and you feel the same way.

“yeah, then i’ll get out of your hair. i’ll try to make it quick,” you give him a polite smile, adjusting the weight quickly and getting in position to do your final section. after this, you can go home, shower, and lounge around.

“i don’t mind switchin’ with ya, it’s been nice.” you hum in response, focused on the task at hand. “i’ve seen ya around for a little while. glad i finally got to talk to ya.”

thankfully that was your last rep, because the bar just about slipped out of your hands.

osamu, the man who you’ve been eyeing across the gym has apparently been looking at you too. your face heats up for a moment before you find the words to respond.

“oh!” you wrack your brain for something, anything to spit out. “you as well, our paths have never really crossed until now i guess.”

he chucked, eyes lazy and a wide grin playing at his lips.

“i might need a spotter tomorrow. ya down to help?”

you nod quickly. he laughs.

“see ya tomorrow, then. i’ll be lookin’ for ya.”

READY, SET, PAY! ⇢ FEATURING SUNA R.

warnings/content ❘ none

"are you gonna stand there and look pretty or help me unload this cart?" the look on your boyfriend's face says he's not impressed at your lack of contribution to this trip but you did tell him that if you did the shopping, he'd be doing the rest and you meant it.

"i think i'll stand here and look pretty. besides, you're almost finished anyways. it's almost like i did all of the shopping while you followed me around and whined about them not having your favorite protein bowls." the next box of pancake mix is slammed a little too hard onto the belt, your boyfriend mumbling something about how he should've stayed home, but you knew better than to be deceived by the whole 'i hate it here' act.

suna loved to grocery shop with you. he loved pushing the cart while you neatly put stuff inside of it and marked said item off of your cute little list with your cute little pen. he loved sneaking stuff into the cart just for you to act like you didn't see it and pay for it anyways. he loved when you asked him which flavor of cream cheese looked better or which new cereal you should try this time around. he loved the domesticity of it all.

he would mention every time how it weirdly turned him on to which you'd laugh and call him a freak, but if only you knew that he was not joking. it made him feel some type of way seeing you shop for groceries for y'all to eat at y'all's house under the roof you both owned. god he was gonna get hard thinking about it.

maybe he should put a baby inside of you to really add touch to the domestic feel of your relationship. he could see it now, you pushing his baby around in a stroller, picking out baby food and cute decorated bottles-

"suna rintaro." your boyfriend's far off gaze meets your own concerned eyes, "you good there?"

"yeah. sorry, baby." he puts the last few things on the belt before pushing the cart your way so that the bagger would have somewhere to put the many paper bags packed with things you two probably didn't need. "do you want a drink?"

suna opens the end cap fridge to retrieve a peach flavored celsius, grabbing another watermelon one for later knowing you'll be asking for a sip of his like you always do after denying his offer to get you your own drink.

"no thanks."

and like every other time, the cashier announces the overpriced total for all of the things sitting in the paper bags in your cart, but instead of suna pressing his apple watch to the corner of the terminal to pay, he nearly scoffs when you turn yours on to do the same.

"put that away, you know i pay for the groceries." his larger hand swats yours away when you get a little too close to the square reader for contactless payments.

"you paid last time meaning it's my turn. you paid for lunch so it's only fair."

"i paid for lunch because i like paying for you. you're my lover, it's my job."

"yeah well, you're my lover as well so therefore the job is also mine so move."

a small beep signaling the completion of a transaction is heard between your bickering and shoving making you pause, not too sure who just paid for the 214 dollar bill.

suna flips his watch to see the card information for apple pay still displayed, the words hold near reader mocking him from the tiny screen of his watch , but a small check mark and the words approved glowing on yours.

the cashier laughs as she hands you the unnecessarily long receipt as your bothered boyfriend stands scarily still next to you, imaginary holes being burned through your skull from his hard stare.

you can only roll your eyes at his dramatics and land a few pats to the firm muscles of his back with a reassuring smile, aware that he just truly loves taking care of the finances and anything that involves needing money since he's more than able to.

you wouldn't even have a job if it wasn't for his understanding that you want to be able to work for the things you want and experience having a successful career and hard earned money. another reason why you are also more than capable of paying for this week's groceries.

"push the cart for me big boy, we gotta put all this in the car." the six foot man before you visibly slumps at the thought, a small defeated sigh leaving his lips when you wrap an arm around his waist and pull him along with you to the full basket on wheels.

"i'm buying us dinner tonight." his voice is firm when he lays the not offer down.

"i know you will, baby."

"and i'm getting us smoothies before we go home." now you're smiling at his pettiness.

"yeah?"

"mhm."

"okay, pretty boy. buy us smoothies with all of your hard earned money from being such an amazing player. my sweet, generous, loving, rich boyfriend." now he's smiling that gorgeous smile that you love a little too much. the way he bites the inside of his cheek to hide just how much your words affect him makes you wanna kiss the lights out of him.

"shut up." he wants to trip you when you go walking past him with a little too much pep in your step. but you don't notice the hundred dollar bill he slips into the open zipper of your purse as you go by, setting a mental reminder to sneak in another one later when you're not paying attention because suna always pays for his lover.

“Hey. Freakshow.”

Instantly, your head whips up to face Rintaro, pausing your writing to acknowledge the fact he had called you. His fingers thumb his manga in boredom, though now they’re flexed slightly in annoyance, his knuckles lightening at the . “What’re you doing?”

You beam up happily with a small shrug, “writing my name on your ankle.”

“Okay. Why?”

“Because my name is perfect and you love me.”

“It is, and I do, but I let you do a lot of things without consequences, so why must you constantly push it?”

With a dramtic groan you shift slightly to be closer to him, "because, Suna, one day, you're going to get my name tattooed on you somewhere, and I'm trying to find the proper placement. Duh."

He snickers, “don’t ‘duh’ me, you brat,” he says, using his other foot to poke you. “You really gonna write your name everywhere on my body?”

“Every crevice and wrinkle until I feel like it’s perfect.”

“Fantastic.”

Thankfully, it wouldn’t take long for you to find the perfect place for your name to stained into his skin.

And only the keenest of eyes could see the way your name sits behind his ear, his fingers tracing the ink before every serve he hits.

pairing : iwaizumi x fem bodied!reader

warnings : face sitting, oral (fem receiving)

authors note : thank you guys for letting me take that break. you are so sweet (annette is iwaizumi and the readers 3 month old daughter)

you put your plush thighs over your boyfriends head one hand on the headboard and the other adjusting your hair "come onn pretty girl, sit on my face its fine. i won't suffocate". you look down at your boyfriend who's smiling up at you "what if i do suffocate you? who's gunna help father annette??". all of the sudden iwaizumi pulls your thighs down making you fully sit on his face

"ho-holy fu-fuck iwa" you moan out as he licks up your slit his tongue prodding your sweet pussy. you grab onto the headboard with both hands and wait for iwaizumi to keep going

you moan out as you feel him start to lick up and down you as you start to slowly rock back and fourth on his face. feeling his nose bump your clit over and over again loving the feeling

"fu-fuck haji~" you threw your head back in ecstacy as iwaizumi kept licking you up and down your clit still bumping his nose over and over again. suddenly iwaizumi brought his hands up to your thighs to stop you from moving. you also very suddenly felt iwaizumis tongue make a small little circle around your clit

one of your hands went down to his hair to give it a small slight tug to notify him that you loved the way he was moving his tongue. then he made line going down, then a line to the side, then another line. he was spelling his name on your clit. you realized it as soon as you felt him spell the A and the J. you moaned out

as you felt him finish out both his first and last name. oh my god he was so amazing with his tongue then you felt the knot forming in your stomach. the knot that meant you were cumming soon. the way you clenched down on nothing as he started to suck down on your clit

"mhm fuck haji~~" you moaned out as your knot finally snapped. you felt iwaizumi smile against you as you came. you lifted your legs off of iwaizumis head and he smiled at you "i told you i wouldn't suffocate." you looked at him and wiped some of your cum off his face

"that hands down the best orgasam you've ever given me"