HQ BOYS + SUBTLE AFFECTION

— HQ BOYS + SUBTLE AFFECTION

feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtarō, miya atsumu, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, matsukawa issei, sawamura daichi

note. hi <3 idk how i feel abt these but here they are <33 love u all <33

IWAIZUMI loves you through touches that can almost feel forbidden. in the dim lights of a bar, mattsun’s voice floating through the air and makki’s laughter quick to follow it, iwaizumi’s hands trace up your spine. his thumbs dip beneath the hem of your shirt, just to feel a bit of your skin. no one else could see it, no one else would dare look close enough, but he’s letting his fingers slide over your skin like you’re made of silken waters and his hands are only meant to know the tide. it’s secret, only for you, and only from him.

KUROO loves you through the bow of your head, the gentle, silent knowledge that when he places a hand on your cheek in just the right way, he’s going to kiss the crown of your head. big hands on sweet, warm cheeks, the chill of the outdoors leaking from his flesh into yours. it’s the way you both just know, the way your eyes flutter shut and the way he smiles into your hair. it’s the routine, and the sweet wisdom that comes with it.

BOKUTO loves you through the hum of old songs. your first date, your first kiss, that one night where you both dissolved into laughter before you could even try to slow dance in the kitchen. he has every song committed to memory, letting the notes slip out in mindless harmony with whatever you’re both doing. and slowly, the humming may turn to a muttering of the lyrics, but it’s quiet in a way that bokuto isn’t, shy in a way you wouldn’t expect from him.

ATSUMU loves you through bitten-back smiles and the sound of half-snorted laughter. it’s the way he holds back the prick of his lips when you flick his forehead and tell him please, babe, just think for once. it’s in the way he pulls you back into him when you roll your eyes at his antics, the bite of his cheek to hide the smile that pokes into it. it’s lilted affection, laughter and teasing and feigned offense at rolled eyes—all in the name of kissing you for just a moment longer.

OSAMU loves you through the warmth of a stove. he knows what you like without even asking. so it’s the spiced sauté of vegetables, the kind you love and spread warmth through your torso on especially cold nights—the kind of spices that creep from your tongue and into your nose, just the right amount of heat, all because he knows it’s you. and when you hum, the melt of flavor on your tongue, he smiles, a teasing good to know you like it following the prick of his lips.

SAKUSA loves you through whispers. he’ll dip his head to your ear as he passes, a quiet stretch of adoration slipping over his tongue and working past your ears. at whatever formal function may beckon you, he’ll meet you with a duck of his head, bending down until you hear the way a soft chuckle rumbles through his chest and rings in the air—the mention of your name and suggestion of let’s get out of here falling past his lips.

MATSUKAWA loves you through how he listens. it’s the tilt of his head, his tongue poking out to pull his lip between his teeth, the narrowing of his eyes until you lean forward, swatting his chest with the back of your hand. it’s then that he laughs, the crinkle in the corners of his eyes following the curve of his lips, and he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together, and listens. and god, he swears he could do just that for hours.

DAICHI loves you through the tuck of your hair behind your ear. he’s delicate with it, a soft twirl of the strands between his fingers, and then he’s brushing it out your face—knuckles gliding across the apples of your cheeks, the vibrato of hushed whispers or ardor starting in his chest and fanning across your lips.

split | suna rintarou

pairing: suna x reader

tags: fluff, friends to strangers to lovers

word count: 2.0k

in which you and suna both miss your flight back to tokyo and you find yourself confiding in an old friend as you wait for the morning to come

for @sxphilia - lol shay you read this already but here, ily <33

everything seemed to be going wrong today.

first, your alarm wasn’t set properly so you woke up an hour late. second, your taxi to the airport arrived late, which only led to you inevitably missing your flight back to tokyo. and to top it all off, the next flight was four hours from now. it certainly wasn’t a big deal, you’re expected back at work the day after you arrive anyway. but there’s been a lot on your mind recently, a debate you just wanted to solve, yet it only seemed like you could start working on it when you arrived back in tokyo. so at the moment, all the what ifs and scenarios just marinated in your head, waiting for some kind of decision to be made.

and your current situation did absolutely nothing to help.

you were leaving america to return home from tokyo. you were there for a prospective job, finally having the chance to follow the career you spent years dreaming about. but japan was your home, and america was so far. you lived in tokyo all your life, your friends, your family, everything was back in japan. you were at a crossroads, unsure of which path to choose.

your old life, or the career of your dreams.

and your vacation only made the choice worse.

the flight attendant nods apologetically again when he hands you your ticket. “thanks,” you nod.

“of course,” he replies, “have a nice day.”

“you too.” but as you walk off a familiar voice makes you freeze in your tracks.

“yes hi, i just missed my flight is there any flight i can take instead?”

you hear the flight attendant’s voice, “yes, of course. where are you going sir?”

“tokyo,” he replies, and your heart drops.

that’s not who you think it is, is it?

“i’ve got a flight at 6 pm tonight,” the flight attendant answers.

wait, that’s your flight.

“sounds good,” and you can hear a hint of disappointment in the familiar voice, turning around to face the desk again.

“alright sir,” the flight attendant nods. “let me just print out your ticket.”

the boy doesn’t turn around, yet his stature, his hair, it just looks so familiar, and before you know it, you’re stepping closer wanting to indulge and curiosity and see the boy.

“thanks,” he replies before his eyes find yours.

it’s him.

“y/n?”

“suna?”

Keep reading

— haikyuu boys as campus crushes

(gn!reader) | iwaizumi, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, suna, sakusa

note from nia: my classes got moved online until the end of february so i will live vicariously through my own writing! </3 (not proofread lolol)

✧* IWAIZUMI bumps into you after leaving the gym causing your notebooks to fall and drink to spill. he mutters a curse before apologizing and bending down, offering to buy you something at the café nearby that he likes. your hands brush against each other while you reach for the same stray paper, and if you weren't so flustered maybe you would have noticed the pink dusting his own cheeks. he makes small talk on your way there, asking for your name and where you were headed, telling you about his classes and how his workout went. he pays for your drink and seems unsure of what to do after handing it to you. having mercy (and not wanting to take up more of his time), you thank him and he offers another apology before starting to leave. when you joke and say "hope you don't run into anybody else. don't want to spend more money, do you?" he blinks before laughing, "yeah, guess so. wasn't too bad meeting you, though." you can't help walking by the gym the next day, hoping to catch him on his way out again.

✧* BOKUTO isn't hard to spot at the main quad. it's the beginning of the year club fair and he's charming everyone who walks by, despite any lack of initial interest. you aren't an exception, you realize, when he spots you and flashes a big grin, "hey! d'you wanna hear about the volleyball club?" he tells you the basics and boasts about how good they are, how hard he's been training himself. he even offers to spike a ball for you, backing up into a bigger area with another player. everyone around claps after he hits the ball with ease, but he turns to you for your reaction first. his friend pokes him, a signal that he's been talking to you long enough, and he pouts a little before realizing he did have a job to do. "i—we'd love to see you at tryouts!" he says. when you show up, maybe not for the club, but to see a specific white and black haired player, the same smile reaches his face as he jogs over. you're not sure if his flushed face is because of warm-ups or something else.

✧* AKAASHI is the well-dressed guy sitting by the window of a coffee shop, notes strewn in front of him and fingers typing away. he looks away from his screen and stretches, finally taking a break. as he glances around, he can't help but make eye contact with somebody at the table in front of him. his face flushes as you turn away and he decides the people walking outside are more interesting. but after a dozen more glances, a few close calls of being caught, 20 minutes of overthinking, and a text from his friend saying "GO TALK TO THEM!!! >:(", he starts shifting to get out of his seat—all before his heart drop as he watches you get up to leave. he keeps coming back, about to accept he'll never have another chance until he spots you a few days later. when you get back from a washroom break you notice a sticky note next to your drink with a phone number, user, and smiley face scribbled down. you look around and see the same cute guy from before watching your reaction, blushing then scribbling notes down a few seats away.

✧* ATSUMU is the guy who sneaks into class just late enough to have missed the first slide of notes, sliding into the empty seat next to you. he wouldn't have been so loud if it wasn't just the prof speaking, his noisy jacket, and backpack hitting the floor. he sheepishly taps on your desk to get your attention, holding a laptop charger for you to plug in. you think that'll be your last interaction for a while until you watch him start up a game (valorant, probably) and take out a bag of gummies. he's chewing on one when he notices you looking from the corner of his eye and he turns the bag so you can grab one. you spend the rest of the lecture switching between trying to pay attention to the professor and holding in your laugh as he dies again. he sends a joking glare your way and hastily switches to a tab to write "do YOU wanna try then??" in the search bar. you're pretty sure everyone around you turned when he snorts at your panicked rejection. after class ends and you pass his charger, he doesn't forget to turn around and say "see ya next class!"

✧* SUNA replies to your question in the class discord about a project due date. he makes a comment about the prof's bad teaching style in the safest way possible to avoid getting in trouble, sending a friend request after you laugh and agree. as soon as you accept, he dm's and says "our prof is complete ass lmao." instead of dropping the class you make a deal to stay and get a good grade purely out of spite—the loser would buy lunch at the end of the semester. you become each other's class life lines. the semester's filled with complaining, loopy 2am conversations, working through questions, secret looks when the prof said something incoherent, and high-fives. the first time you decide to sit together, you didn't expect him to be that attractive when he poked your shoulder and you turned around, though you can't really complain. he sends "😐🖕" when you get your final grades then immediately asks when to meet up. you have a sneaking feeling he tried harder with his outfit than usual, but he just teasingly sighs, "i guess i owe you a lunch?"

✧* SAKUSA sits alone at the last table with free seats in the library during finals season. he watches you pace around, trying to find an empty spot with no luck. he stares until you look in his direction then moves his things out of the way for you to take a seat diagonal from him—it's far enough that you won't bother each other, he thinks. you whisper a small "thank you" while placing your things down and he nods before returning to his project. his thought was proven to be wrong three times. once when you excuse yourself to plug in your phone by the port next to him, another time when his pencil accidentally rolls against your things and he mutters an apology, and a third when you both look up and at each other at the same time. you offer an awkward but sincere smile, and his eyes widen before he clears his throat and looks away. despite it all, he's at the same table the next day, and he moves his things again when you walk towards him.

The First “I Love You” ~ Jeon Jungkook

Your breath was taken away completely as the two of you drove through the city, looking out over the night skyline that was lit up. Whilst Jungkook concentrated on the road, you were busy, fascinated by how different the city looked from high up around the mountains.

Your drive was relatively quiet, with the radio playing in the background for the two of you until Jungkook reached his destination. You pulled up in a car park just below one of the peaks of the mountains, with no other car around but your own.

“Fancy a walk?” Jungkook offered, unfastening his seatbelt and pointing out of the window, “just down there is one of my favourite spots in the entire world.”

“Why not?” You laughed, doing the same as Jungkook did, stepping out of the car only for his to figure to appear before you, offering you a helping hand.

With his hand in yours, Jungkook began to show you the way, “you’re going to love this place.”

You followed slowly behind Jungkook as he walked the two of you down a small pathway that wove around the mountain, leaving the car parked up, knowing that there was no chance of any disturbances so late into the night.

As you walked around, you noticed a bench just back from the edge of the mountain, made of several old pieces of wood. Jungkook led you to the bench, spinning you around so that you could finally look out over the city properly.

“Wow,” you whispered, looking around the view, unable to make anything out as you looked down across the city, streetlights the only things that you could properly figure out.”

“I always come up here when I can’t sleep,” Jungkook began to explain as he took a seat down beside you, “I’ve never come here with anyone, you’re the first person that I’ve felt ready to drive up here and bring up, I wanted you to get to see how special it is here too.”

“It’s just amazing,” you agreed, shaking your head at the view as Jungkook moved his arm around your shoulders. “I bet coming here is such a great escape for you, it really puts into perspective how small so many of our worries can be.”

Jungkook knew you’d get it, the comfort that he got from driving up into the mountains and leaving the busy streets for a little while. As he watched you look out at the city, Jungkook was filled with content, leaning back against the bench and giving himself the chance to relax.

“You seem impressed,” he noted, bringing your eyes across to look at him as your head nodded back at him. “I’m glad that you like it up here, I know you were a little apprehensive to come out tonight.”

You smiled shyly back across to Jungkook, “I’ve never had anyone do things like this with me before, suddenly having you show up at my door and ask if I wanted to go for a drive felt like one of those moments that I’ve always dreamed of, but never seen come true.”

He nodded understandingly back to you, appreciating that your relationship was a lot of learning for you. As it was for him too, as confident as Jungkook seemed around you, there were plenty of firsts for him whilst he was with you as well.

“You know, the stars are the second prettiest thing here tonight,” he whispered.

“Since when did you pull out cheesy lines like that?”

“It’s just how I’m feeling tonight,” he blushed.

His smile was wide as once again you looked across at Jungkook, holding his gaze. The longer he stared at you, the more Jungkook felt his heart race. “Are you alright?” You asked him, noticing him getting a little unsettled.

“I couldn’t be better, driving with you is exactly where I want to be,” he assured you.

You kept your eye on Jungkook as he turned away, “it just feels a little to me like something is on your mind, but I might just be mistaken.”

The way in which you had learnt to read Jungkook so quickly was a skill of yours that blew him away. He couldn’t hide anything from you, if something was up, you managed to find out without Jungkook even saying a thing to you.

“As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters to me,” you added, trying your best to bring his eyes back across to look at you and reassure you too.

“I think I love you,” Jungkook suddenly spoke up, turning his eyes further away from you as he found himself losing all composure, terrified as to how you would react, not wanting to look in case it wasn’t quite the expression that he wanted to see on your face.

As he spoke, a chuckle came from you, holding your hand into his that rested around your shoulders. “Is that why you asked me to come up here with you tonight so that you could tell me that?” You asked him, watching on as Jungkook’s head nodded.

He’d never been as shy as he was around you, not sure how to act. “I wanted it to be special,” he admitted, finally bringing his eyes back across to look at you beside him.

“I love you,” you whispered as soon as you met his eyes, allowing your smile to grow and your shoulders to drop which left Jungkook feeling incredibly relieved in front of you too.

“Do you really mean that? You don’t have to just say it if-“

You quickly cut Jungkook off by squeezing against his hand, “of course, I mean it. Telling someone that I love them isn’t something that I would do unless I was absolutely sure about it.”

If his heart could squeeze anymore love into it, it managed to as you spoke, leaving Jungkook speechless. The night had gone better than he could have ever imagined, from the smooth ride, the journey up, to finally being able to tell you exactly how he felt about you.

“Thank you for agreeing to go on a date with me at the cinema that night,” he smiled back to you, intertwining his hand in properly with yours, “it turned out to be a pretty good idea.”

“I think it’s up there with one of the best decisions I’ve ever made,” you laughed.

Yet another chuckle came from Jungkook too as he felt your head rest down against his shoulder, “I don’t know why I felt confident enough to approach you that night, but it definitely turned out to be worth it, I’ve got to be one of the luckiest guys ever.”

“No way,” you grinned, nudging gently into his side, “I refuse to let you argue that you’re the lucky one because it’s just not true. You do incredible things for me like this, I wish that I was able to do exactly the same for you.”

Even if you didn’t necessarily see it in yourself, you did enough and more for Jungkook. The little things that you didn’t even notice that you were doing sometimes, he recognised from you, and he appreciated them too.

“Let’s just say we’re lucky to have found each other?”

“I think we can definitely agree on that.”

—

Masterlist

You are not as innocent as you look

Warning/content: nipple piercing (f), fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, praise kink and body worship

A/n: this is so bad im so sorry, i just wanted to throw this idea out cause i love it, but i can't write smut like, at all, so yeah, whatever

Sakusa, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Suna, Atsumu;

You and your boyfriend have been together for nearly a year, but you have never been this intimate yet,at least not until today where a heated make out session led to him being on top of you shirtless and you under him, braless.

Since you always wanted to take it slow with the intimacy, he alwas thought that you were an innocent pretty little thing, but now that he sees the nipple piercing on your left breast, he is questioning all his ideas of you.

He never thought he would be seeing something like this, you've fooled him for good; and now that he sees the truth before his eyes ー that you're a filthy pervert who never told him about your piercing just so you could have this moment, could act all shy and embaressed and hot under his flaring gaze ー he doesn't hold back.

His dick twitches hard at the sight, his red and angry tip leaking in his pants as he worships your body.

"That's so fucking hot, baby" he whispers, touching your pierced nipple gently, playing with the metal between his fingers.

He rubs your hardened bud with his thumb, "When did you get this?"

"Around a year ago, few months before we got together." you pant, meeting his lustful eyes.

He smirks and leans down to kiss your neck, leaving purple hickeys to mark you as his.

"So you planned this all along huh? and here i thought you were such an innocent girl."

It doesn't take him long before latching onto your pierced nipple, nibbling it between his teeth gently, making you moan at the feeling.

"God, you're so perfect." he says as he opens your legs to peck on your inner thigh.

He teases you until you beg him to hurry because you can't take it anymore, and that's when he eats you out like a starved man. No ー he doesn't "eat you out", he makes out with your pussy for his own pleasure and he is not stopping until he is satisfied.

He won't take this further though, because he knows that his pretty baby is not ready yet, so he will wait as much as she needs.

But god is he horny. He can't get enough of your tear stained face and that pierced nipple, it makes him incredibly hard, but all he can do is grind onto your thigh in hopes of relieving some of his stress.

You may not be ready to have sex yet, but he looks so desperate, so needy that you want to help him out somehow.

"Baby, let me help you out, yeah?"

It doesn't take him much to cum with your mouth stuffed full of his cock

Reblogs are really appreciated!

mdni - characters are 18+, handjob, semi-public sex, cum eating, pet name angel

-

Because one person wanted a part two <3 HAHAHAHA @sanzusmile

pt.1

Since that fateful morning you have been nothing but a burning ball of embarrassment. The second a head full of white, spiked hair came into view, your stomach would cramp up and have you nearly chucking up your breakfast.

Likewise with that one dark haired boy with purple beneath his eyes and a tired smile. You could tell he was avoiding your gaze, and the rare moments your lines of sight did cross paths, both of you had skin hot enough to fry an egg. Sometime you wish you could reach into your head and physically erase memories...if only it were that easy, right?

But no, you had to face them, train with them, study with them. All while trying to bottle up the elephant in the room and lock it out. Either it was working or your classmates were too pitiful of your awkwardness to make a comment, but nobody brought it up, and Toge (God bless him) didn't spill the beans to anyone. Only time could heal this one.

Or could it?

Maybe...just maybe you should finish the job you started. Wouldn't that make the most sense? It would burry the hatchet between at least you and Yuta, confirm some feelings that still seemed up in the air, and maybe even evolve into something more!

Stop - you're getting ahead of yourself. These hypothetical situations had a low probability of working and were definitely not the solution. Though, maybe you were being pessimistic? It's better to say you made an effort rather than wallow in all your humiliation and get nauseous every time you looked at Okkotsu.

Now it was about finding the right time to pursue him again. Surely you wouldn't opt for the early morning route, because chancing putting Inumaki through that horror again was inhumane. Maybe a secret study session? A movie date and pick the seats furthest away from everyone? So many options!

However, you didn't even need to choose, because the perfect opportunity fell right into your Yuta hungry paws. Lucky you!

Every month Panda liked to host a movie night and get everyone together to play board games, eat ridiculous amounts of junk food, and either grasp onto each other full of fear or laugh until your stomachs hurt. Tonight you'd be going to bed sending glances over your shoulder and double checking under your bed.

Everyone curled up onto the couch, lost in throw pillows and fuzzy blankets, sour candy and popcorn stuck in everyone's teeth and anticipating the next jump scare. The night started off a little tense, seeing as you and Yuta were up in arms and Toge was constantly shooting anxious glimpses your way. But after an intense game of Uno, things seemed to ease up and by the time the movie started to roll, both you and Yuta were clutching onto each other to cope through the horrors.

On the TV, a family calmly ate dinner, mundanely talking about their day, until....

Someone appeared outside their window!

Yuta gasped and hid into your shoulder, throwing his arms over your torso and trembling.

"Okkotsu! Nothing even happened yet! They're just standing there."

With terror in his eyes, he looked up at you with a pout, "I know but it's so creepy!"

Maki groaned, "You're all such babies."

Next it was your turn to scream and hide behind Yuta. The family had finished eating, and the mom stayed behind to clean up, only the stalker had made their way inside and was eerily standing right behind her!

Yuta giggled, "C'mon, that was so predictable!"

"Mustard leaf," agreed Inumaki.

You slowly emerged from your safe spot and told both of your classmates to respectfully suck it.

A few more jump scares and gruesome murder scenes had you in Okkotsu's lap and him tightly holding you against his chest. It seemed like every time your eyes reattached on the screen, you ended up back against Yuta in a ball. When the end credits were rolling, you were ready to jump for joy.

"That was the worst! Where did you even find that movie Panda?" You complained.

"It was on Netflix, I randomly picked it."

You and Maki both agreed that next time, someone else would pick the horror movie.

It was time to start cleaning up: put away all the board games, throw away candy wrappers, and fold up the blankets. But you weren't leaving just yet, not when you and Yuta had been getting along so well that night, you'd be a fool to let this slip through your fingers.

"I think I'm gonna stay up a little longer and watch something nice, I need to cleanse by brain after that." You informed, picking up the remote and scrolling through your options.

Everyone else nodded in understanding and bid you a goodnight, shuffling back to their dorms...all except one.

"I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm going to stay too. You know I already have a hard time sleeping and that didn't help."

You couldn't help the smile that was plastered on your face, "I'd like that." So he curled up next to you and tossed a blanket over your laps.

You decided it was best to turn on Haikyuu!!, it wasn't the best show to wind down to, but it was sure to keep your mind off the horrendous gore scenes still replaying in your mind. Yuta sighed next to you contently and complimented your choice. When was the right time to address the tension?

Maybe it wasn't while he was sipping on his water, but the question was practically crawling from your throat and there wasn't any more fight left in you to keep it contained.

"I'm sorry for running away."

The cursed boy choked on his water.

After coughing and you apologetically patting his back he responded, "Uh...don't mind. I would've done the same." Some nervous laughter followed.

A part of you just wanted to leave it at that, put the whole situation behind you and move the Hell on! Yet...something about Yuta lounging on the couch with his hair a tad more ruffled than usual, and the colors flashing from the TV onto his pretty profile had you itching to slip your hand beneath his sweatpants. It reminded you of why you were so enthralled by Yuta in the first place, why you wanted to please him, make his head toss back in pure bliss and make your hands a sticky mess.

Though your heart was prideful and confident, your voice was not, "Co-could I ask a question..?"

Yuta turned to you worried, "Yeah, of course! What's wrong?"

His innocent nature was chipping away at your ego. No, there was no backing down now.

"Would you mind if..." your mouth was dry, "...if I finished what I started?"

You couldn't look at him directly, but you could feel his mouth falling open and eyes widening. Was it bold to ask? Yeah. Whatever his answer was would make sense. Though...you hoped he would be more open to the idea.

"I-I mean..uhm.."

"You can say no." If you doubted yourself, it might make him feel guilty, like you owed it to him.

"I don't want to say no."

You felt disgusted with how your eyes shot for his lap before it found his features, but you couldn't help yourself.

"But I don't want to sound like some dumb, horny dude if I say yes."

You giggled, "I'd rather you sound like a dumb horny dude than be unsure."

Yuta chewed his lip and searched in your eyes for a few seconds, weighing his options and how this could affect your dynamic. Did it have to change anything though? You both could be great friends who just so happened to spend you alone time different. Besides, there was nothing like an orgasm to wipe your mind clean.

"Would you? Please?" Yuta edged the blanket from his waist.

It was shameful how hungry your eyes got, and how hastily you crawled your hand over to his groin. This was something you both had been waiting on, so it only seemed right to dive in head first.

Your hand slipped under his waist band and your fingers ran over his length over his boxers. With each touch more blood flowed to his length and made him more stiff for you. His small gasps and sighs were all you could hear, completely blocking out the intense volley ball match going down on the TV.

While you waited for his precum to dampen his boxers, you palmed his cock, blown pupils locked onto his pink cheeks and ears, lips slick with his spit from biting and licking at them. It had your thighs squishing together and another set of lips getting wet.

When your finger tips ran over a small wet spot, you did him the kindness of letting his hot cock collide with the cold air. At this he hissed, slapping his hand onto your wrist and digging his nails into your skin. His sensitivity would be something you'd use to your full advantage.

The tip was flushed a cute bubblegum color, an intricate vein popping from the underside, not to mention the length. He wasn't necessarily girthy, but what he lacked in width he made up for in inches, clocking in at about a solid seven and a half. Your tongue was jealous of your palm, but perhaps one day you'd be able to get a taste of him.

"You're so gorgeous Yuta." You hummed, spending a few moments to just admire him as a whole.

He sighed in frustration, "Heh, nghh, thanks..?"

It was cruel to deny him what he deserved any longer. With that you wrapped your fingers around his tip, smearing the pearly beads and pumping it over his length to eliminate some uncomfortable friction. He grunted and swore under his breath, squeaking out an apology for grasping your wrist so hard. If anything it was reassuring, it let you know you were doing just what you wanted to do all this time - make him feel good.

Starting with a sweet pace, you made sure to include all his dick and pay special attention to his tip when you returned to the top after a few pumps. The noises he made were thrumming in your heart and you wished to record them and listen to them like music for hours. This had to be better than any drug on the market or any kind of sake the fanciest restaurant in Japan sold.

Just because you couldn't resist, you let your other hand join in on the fun, working them in a pumping, wringing motion.

"Oh my God..!" Yuta bit down on his lip hard and had his dark eyes lazer focused on your hands at work.

When you felt his cock twitch, you switched up the pattern by letting one hand work at the tip and the other busy itself with the rest. Okkotsu's breathing was gradually becoming more shaky and he found himself gasping for air. How could someone's hands make him feel so good?

Another twitch and a whine of, "Fuck, 'm gonna cum!" Had you grinding your hips into the couch.

You noticed his brows furrow and jaw drop, and before you knew it his seed was spurting from him, coating your hands. You squeezed at his base and continued to milk his tip, in response his thighs shook and his head lolled back against the couch with a beautiful whine.

"Fuck Yuta." You sighed, enjoying the feel of him covering your hands in his cum and pulsing in your palm.

The only way to finish the job was to clean up, so you licked your fingers clean with your eyes locked on Okkotsu's, his brain growing more honey-glazed. A small yelp fell from his lips when you swirled your tongue around his tip to clean up the remnants, and you let the flavor of him spreads across your taste buds before swallowing.

Yuta wiped his brow and took his time regaining his breathing pattern before tucking himself back into his sweats, completely awestruck at your capabilities. How did you seem to know his body better than him?

"Can we do that again sometime?" He asked with half lidded eyes.

Your face closed in on his, but just far enough to deny him a much wanted kiss, "Anytime you want angel."