Mdni - Characters Are 18+, Handjob, Semi-public Sex, Cum Eating, Pet Name Angel

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

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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."

You Look Just Like a Dream…

… the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen

Hajime Iwaizumi x reader

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“Sometimes, I look at you and I think, ‘wow, I can’t believe you’re real,’ y’know?”

You pause, turning away from the tv to find him already gazing at you; watching you as someone who had never seen the sky would watch the sunset.

It was rare for him to say things like that, so affectionate and sweet. Iwaizumi had always been on the shyer side, the type that struggles with communicating how he truly feels. To you, it was an endearing trait, how he stumbled and fumbled, and flustered over such small little things to the point he could barely get anything to fall from his mouth.

Of course, you knew he loved you, it was something he showed you every day: periodic texts throughout the day reminding you to eat, making your favourite food on bad days, doing your laundry when you didn’t have the time, coming home with small gifts that he knew you would like. The list is endless. Iwaizumi was amazing at showing you how much he loved you… but hearing it… hearing it when you knew how hard vulnerability was for him? Fuck, it set you alight; something that should very much be considered a natural wonder of the world.

Smiling up at him from where you were nestled into his chest, you kiss the underside of his jaw before mumbling, “why thank you, baby. What brought this on?”

He sighs, closing his eyes bashfully as he lightly glides his hand up and down your spine, “I just think you’re beautiful, on the inside and out, so beautiful that it almost seems impossible” — he takes a stuttered breath, to calm himself down from the rambling — “and well beautiful people deserve to know that they’re beautiful... but only if they’re you.”

Giggling at the way his words practically tickle your heart, you quickly straddle his lap, littering soft pecks across his pretty face. He groans at the onslaught of affection, exasperated as his hands fall tight on your waist, but you can see the faint hints of a smile as you continue kissing his sun-kissed skin. You knew what he meant by that, how he felt he didn’t tell you how much he cared enough — it was a ruthless insecurity of his stemming from times where people said he was unapproachable and rude. It was a shame he felt as though he was somehow not loving enough, especially when loving was all Hajime ever was. It wasn’t his fault that his way of doing so was just unique outside of the movies.

Breaking away, slightly breathless, you stare deeply into his eyes and try your best to count all the flecks of gold as you state, “you’re beautiful too, Hajime Iwaizumi, the most prettiest, most beautifulest, most handsomest man I have ever seen.”

And it was the truth, you meant every single word. In fact, there were perhaps not enough words to describe just how perfect he was to you, never enough for you to say — although you would make sure that he would hear every last one, for the rest of your lives together. After all, you were lucky to have him by your side, even though he would deny it, claiming that the lucky one was him instead.

There was just something about him that was so irreplaceable, so utterly unique, like a work of art. He was gorgeous, there was no denying that because Hajime looked like a dream… but it was his personality that seemed as though it was formed from pure stardust; fiery, hot, and admired for all the magic it held.

Booping your nose, Iwa raises an eyebrow teasingly, “hmm, you think so? Even more handsome than Chris Evans?”

A soft smile takes over your face, so full of love — a love that you could only ever feel with the man before you. Stroking his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, you place a gentle kiss to his lips before saying, “even more handsome than Chris Evans, baby.”

There was never a competition. Iwa never had to worry about other people, even Chris Evans, because he was all you ever wanted; with his determination, cute frown, and godzilla obsession, Hajime Iwaizumi was a dream come true.

Leaning down, you kiss along his face until you reach his right ear before dramatically whispering, “though keep this between us when I say that I think you have better arms than him anyway.”

His laugh that follows is pure and sweet, the prettiest sound you have ever heard in your life. It floods your apartment, decorating every room and open space with happiness. You loved his laugh, you wish you could hear it more often.

Once he calms, Iwaizumi smiles dopily at you — mirroring your own smile you imagine — before shaking his head, “ok, baby. If Chris Evans ever asks I’ll say nothing about how you prefer my arms to his.”

“Hmm, good. Can’t have him knowing the truth, Haji. He’d be absolutely heartbroken.”

And as you watch the joy dance across his face, you cannot help but think that never have you been more in love than now, with Hajime Iwaizumi — the most beautiful, most prettiest, and most handsome man you have ever seen.

HAIKYUU BOYS + FAVORITE SPOTS TO KISS

feat. bokuto kōtarō, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, kageyama tobio

warnings. a lil bit suggestive <3 a lot suggestive in iwa's <3 don't mind me <3

BOKUTO loves to kiss the tip of your nose. it's quick—all soft laughter and shared breaths and the pads of his thumbs catching the balls of your cheeks. you can see his eyes flutter over your face, feel the heaviness of his gaze—and suddenly, his lips meet the top of your head, and side of your cheek, and then, finally, your nose. he mutters soft praises into your skin—a smile stretching across scorching flesh—and you join him in bubbling laughter before pulling him in to return the favor.

OIKAWA kisses your shoulder. it's a swirl in the dead of night and the spark of newborn mornings, lips meeting the planes of your skin as sheets pool at your hips. his arm snakes around your waist and you slide across the mattress—drinking in floral shampoos and the warmth of adjoining limbs. he starts just below your neck, and soft breaths spill across your back, each movement leaving goosebumps to swarm in his wake. he mumbles gentle words and soft whispers, the vibrato of his voice nearly swallowing you whole.

IWAIZUMI kisses your collar. it's for the reaction more than anything else—an obsession with the way your breath hilts and neck turns and the sputter of goosebumps that follow the brush of his teeth against your skin. his hand steadies your jaw, pressing calloused fingers into the warmth of your cheeks as the smile against your throat sparks flames beneath your skin. he leaves bubbling bruises in a mosaic of purples and blues, and when he pulls away, meeting your wide eyes and stunted breaths, his mind echos with a yearning for more.

ATSUMU kisses your palms. he fiddles with your fingers—hands dancing along the divots of your knuckles and the arches of your wrists—before he guides you towards his lips, leaving soft breaths to slip through your fingertips. he presses a kiss to your palm and every nerve in your body seems to shiver at the motion, pulling you further towards the allure of the stars that seem to dot his breath. it's a casual motion—one slipped into quiet conversation and comfortable silence—but a welcomed one nevertheless.

KUROO kisses your jaw. it's the freedom of it all—the grasp he has upon your skin and the idea of roaming any plane of flesh or curve of muscle he would like. your hands are in his hair and his fingers leave crescent marks upon your hips, his breath swallowing every pore marking his path. he kisses the arch of your neck and revels in the way you shiver—swallows the heat of sputtering breaths and burning skin. and when you pull away with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, he laughs, tugging you closer once again.

KAGEYAMA kisses your lips. it's simple, really—long fingers wrapped around the base of your neck and shared breaths twirling between staggered throats. he tugs at your bottom lip and nudges at your waist and, when the space between you grows to nothing more than tiny patches of exposed skin, you're consumed by the vibrato of empty lungs. he pulls away—swollen lips and warm cheeks on full display—and you laugh, leaving a smile to stretch across his features.

reblogs/interaction is always appreciated ❀

Onigiri Miya

꒰ bokuto kōtarō ✕ face riding ꒱

contains ; f!reader , ball sucking , mutual masturbation , daddy kink , praise , + ahegao .

note ; i’ll be reposting some lil drabbles because i was going through the old blog and found some gems that i want to bring over here !! ૮ ˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

“are you sure?” his voice is strained, holding back whimpers and whines as he hovers over your face, thighs twitching in anticipation.

your eyes are fixated on his leaking cock and heavy balls that hang right above your nose, his musky scent filling your nostrils.

“i’m sure,” you answer, breathless. “i’ll tap your hip twice if i need a break, promise.”

that last bit of reassurance is all bokuto needs to finally let go and lower his balls into your wet mouth. no matter how many times you’ve practiced, how many hours you’ve spent training your jaw, you’re still barely able to take both of his heavy balls at once. even so, you hollow your cheeks and suck lightly, but it’s more than enough to make him moan.

“f-fuck baby, so fuckin’ good-”

you hum in response as he lowers himself a bit more, your nose pressed against the base of his thick cock. the weight of it resting on your face is almost enough to make you cum, but he quickly reminds you of the cute little egg vibrator buried deep in your cunt, turning the speed to max and causing you to moan loudly around the heavy sack.

“mmf–!”

“i know baby, feels good–”

he wraps a hand around his cock, just above where your nose is pressed against him and starts stroking himself– slowly, as if he’s savoring every second. from your place below him, you watch as he brings his hand up to his mouth and pucker his lips slightly, spitting into his hand and bringing it back to his cock, letting out another deep groan as his spit-coated hand drags across his shaft, squeezing harder as he gets to the head to gather to precum at the tip.

“such a good girl for me, sucking daddy’s balls like that–”

bokuto’s praise is always so filthy and vulgar, so much so your face burns like a shy virgin when you think of it days after.

after managing to open your mouth even further, you take both of his balls into your mouth and suck just the way he likes—slightly more than average pressure with your tongue flattened against them— while focusing on the way he strokes himsef, your eyes crossing every time he twists his wrist at the top of his cock. your perfect mouth paired with the incredibly lewd face you keep making sends him over the edge, pulling his balls out of your mouth with a wet pop!, quickly replacing them with his cock.

“swallow it all for me-”

and you do, of course you do, because no part of you would ever dream of denying him.

“good fuckin’ girl.”

— 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.