Alright Now Miss, Spread Yer Legs F'me."

alright now miss, spread yer legs f'me."

you gulp and can feel your face heating up as you stare down at the devastingly handsome doctor in front of you and shyly spread your legs.

dr. kita shinsuke doesnt say a word as he gently presses two of his fingers to your clothed cit, eyeing the sticky wet patch on your panties.

"is... is everything okay, doctor?" you murmur, face still hot as you try not to buck and squirm into underneath his intense gaze.

"well i dont quite know yet... m' gonna have to get these panties off and give ya a real close insepection, alright?"

your breath hitches and you quickly nod, lifting your hips gently as he pulls your lacey underwear slowly down your thighs. he stares at your soaked core with a hunger in his eyes.

"gotta taste ya now, alright, pretty?" he mumbles, "make sure this gorgeous pussy is healthy."

before you can say a thing he's licking up and down your folds, groaning and grunting like a man starved. gasps and whines leave your mouth as your hips buck up and his nose brushes against your clit. he wraps his arms around your thighs, effectively pinning them down. a loud sob leaves your throat as you writhe in pleasure, his tongue and mouth working wonders on you.

"p-please, doc-doctor- please!" you squeal, he groans against you and wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a hard suck.

his actions have you yelling out as your cream so sweetly on his tongue. he moans and slurps up your juices, not stopping until you cry out and push at his head. your sniffles subside as he gently strokes your thighs helping you come down from your high.

"seems like yer just fine... but i think you'll have to come in fer monthly checkups."

AZRA x gn!Reader 0.6k Words | SFW | Picnic Dates Gone Astray -> Prompts: Going On Long Walks & Kissing in the Rain [ 2K Event Masterlist ]

“I’m sorry," Azra mutters with sincere disappointment.

You rub your arms to warm them up, but you offer him a small smile despite the rain dripping down your face. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

Azra looks like he wants to argue further but decides against it. He glances down and kicks angrily at the dirt path turned muddy by the rain. His body is tense like a wire, and you recognize the frustrated tone in his voice.

He had a rare night off work and he suggested doing something a little more adventurous for your dinner date. The weather forecast was clear when you reached your picnic spot. Within minutes of starting to eat, dark clouds rolled in and the first drops of rain trickled down. He found a semi-dry boulder off the path for you to sit on, and he shrugged off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

He paces with nervous energy while he takes out his phone and calls Zekhan and have him bring the car. It's too wet and cold for your picnic, and he wants to get you home quickly before you get sick.

“—you think I would’ve planned this if I knew it was going to rain?” Azra grumbles into the phone. He glances at you and rolls his eyes, and you cover your mouth to stifle your laughter. 

His mouth ticks up into a smile, but then he frowns at something his assistant says on the other end. “Of course I gave them my jacket!“ and you listen with amusement as the two of them bicker back and forth. You’re touched that most of their conversation seems to be focused on making sure you're being taken care of. 

He sighs tiredly when he finally hangs up the call. “He’s on his way, but we need to meet him at the bottom of the path.” He kneels in front of you and rubs your arms gently. Even though his borrowed jacket is keeping you warm and dry, the wind is picking up and you shiver. His own shirt is soaked through and sticking to his skin, but if he feels bothered by the weather, he's doing a good job of hiding it from you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wear this?” you ask him worriedly.

He shakes his head. “I’m fine, love. You keep it on. I don’t want you to get sick on me, not when I’ve still got a chance to salvage our evening together.”

He offers you his hand and pulls you up. He takes the basket with the half-eaten dinner in one hand and laces your fingers together with the other. Every now and then, he glances up at the sky and glares as if the clouds ruined his romantic plans on purpose.

It doesn’t take too long to walk down the path and back to the main road. You spot a familiar pair of headlights in the distance; they flash at you, and Azra waves back in acknowledgement.

You tug on his hand to stop him, and he looks back at you questioningly. “I know things didn’t turn out the way you planned, but I appreciate the effort anyway.” You lean forward and peck his lips with a quick kiss, and you smile when he looks stunned and blinks at you dazedly. “Thank you.”

After a moment he grins at you and leads you to the car. He opens the back door for you so you can slide in first. “Oh, don’t worry—I already have some ideas how I can make this up to you,” he murmurs against your lips when he slides in next to you and pulls you close for another kiss. “I promise.”

emotion

s. you get stuck in your crush/study buddy's room during a freak storm.

w.c. 1.8k

w. gn! reader (I thought a fem reader when writing this, but then I noticed that I didn't really make it gender coded! so I figured it was a plus it came out this way!) , suna! x reader , fluff! suggestive! bc there is some steamy kissing and of the making out

a/n: Earth spun a wheel between Rin, Osamu, and Atsumu for me to write for and it so conveniently picked Suna Rin

Ending up in the same room as your classmate/crush during a storm, at night, with no electricity had never been on your bingo card for the year. Yet, here you were, blinking back into reality seconds after the lights just went out.

"Shit" Suna sighs. You can hear him start to move, making out the shadow of his body standing up and moving towards his beside drawer.

"I have a candle in here." He mutters, the obvious rummaging being heard before it ceases after you somewhat see a cylindrical shape in his left hand. The smell of paraffin going up into flames accompanies the slight bit of light coming from the match he just lit, it fades away the moment he blows out the match after getting the candle to light.

It isn't much, the light coming from the medium sized candle, but it lets you fawn over his face, his entire being. It's a flattering light and it sets a mood you wish you could do something about.

"You think the Professor will cancel the test?" He shivers a little when he sits down across from you again, rubbing his hands together.

That's the reason you were here in the first place, to study for that damn test.

Suna had sat next to you at the beginning the semester after getting there at the last minute and the last open seat had been the one next to yours. Ever since then, you had exchanged small talk and numbers with each other. It happened frequently, befriending the people sitting next to you in class, some days it was a great help to ask each other if the other had done the homework, understood yesterday's lecture, or if they had notes because one of you couldn't go to class that day.

But you only got excited when Suna asked you for your version of the notes from the previous lecture. Everyone always complimented your penmanship, but the first time he got your notes for reference against his, he sent a text:

lol you write really pretty

You smiled to yourself at it when he sent it and could only send a thank you back.

He didn't really befriend anyone else in the class and neither did you because of it. You didn't have the chance to when any free time in the class where the professor hadn't started lecture yet was taken up by conversation he tried striking up with you. It automatically made you study buddies by the time this first test came around.

"Well if it looks like the rest of the campus, or at least half of us lost electricity too, then it might be a no brainer to save it for another time."

He lets out a puff of air as a sarcastic laugh at the situation, "It's like that shit you say. Being delulu is the--"

"Solulu." You finish for him, giggling.

He lets out a 'heh' and leans forward while hugging himself even tighter, "Sorry you got stuck here. The storm really came out of nowhere."

"I'm sorry I got stuck here." You counter, your body starting to shiver at the increasingly cold air filling up the room with harsh cold rain storming just a window away and no heater to protect against it. "I'm in your room after all."

"It's fine," He says, his eyes acting a bit more fox-like than usual as he stares you down before he adds, "Let me give you one of my hoodies, it's getting cold."

And before you can interject and say that won't be necessary, which it really won't--you don't need Suna's hoodie, you're fine freezing to death if it means you don't have to breathe in his intoxicating scent clinging to your skin--he's getting up and walking to his closet.

As quickly as he gets up, he's coming back and handing you a hoodie, the specifics of it like the color or design not something your eyes couldn't register at the moment.

"Thanks." You meep out, basking in the moment your head first slips through it and you feel the hoodie envelop you. You didn't know what was keeping you warm now, the actual material draped over your body or the fact that it was Suna's and he had worn it before, it was his.

When you look back at him and squint a little, you can tell he's wearing one of his own too. One he rarely wore--yes you noted how frequently he wore his hoodies, you couldn't help but make the observation.

"Well if we think tomorrow's test is gonna be cancelled..." Suna drags on, "We can play Mario Kart on my switch?"

You weren't one to frequently come across the opportunity to play on a switch, so you asked, "It can work without wifi?"

"Yea, " He nods, "it's the only I can think of to keep us occupied while we wait to see if the electricity comes back any time soon."

You can think of something else.

And so does he, but he won't tell you that either.

While he gets up to get his console from his desk, you nervously near his bed.

"Hey, Suna, can I play on your bed?"

A shiver runs up his spine and his eyes go wide as he's disconnecting any unnecessary wires from his switch. Time stands still for him and-

"Suna?"

"Yea!" He manages to blurt out like it's not big deal as he comes back to you with the console in hand. When he joins you in sitting on his bed, next to you, propping up the little screen across from both of you, he says, "And you can call me Rintaro. If you want."

You lean over a bit to look at him curiously, noticing a slight change in his demeanor, as if he had something else busying his mind. His eyes seemed caught up in a thought.

"Sure."

That small observation of yours became a thing of the past soon after you had finished playing two matches against him.

He had become your worst enemy.

"You do not let me catch a break!" You laugh and yell at the same time, shoving him with your shoulder.

"Just because you don't play it often, doesn't mean I have to go easy on you." He defends himself, smirking as he looks at you from the corner of his eye while he picks a new map to play on.

You toss your controller to his side of the bed to throw an over exaggerated fit.

"Well now I don't wanna play if I'm gonna keep getting bullied like this." You haughtily huff and cross your arms

Suna jokingly rolls his eyes and is about to ridicule you when you're both suddenly enveloped in darkness again.

The candle must've gone out.

And for some reason, the lack of light made for a lack of noise in the space between the both of you. The rumbles coming from the storm outside filled the void between the both of you and eventually closed the space between you two when a monstrous crack of thunder and lightning made you yelp and grab onto whatever was near.

The shock of the sudden noise had you breathing a bit quick and with your arms around Suna's torso, who instinctively put his arms around you too.

It was quiet, yet not at the same time.

The roaring storm outside was noisy enough,

but you and your study buddy weren't saying anything.

Your hands can feel how sturdy he is underneath the layers of his shirt and hoodie. He's big, an obvious fact considering he is tall and a volleyball player for the school, but it seems so much more prominent when your hand feels so small compared to his huge back.

His breath tickles your ear and you move your head back when you shiver because of it.

His face is now in front of yours because of it. And now you're both in a position to kiss. You can feel his body and mind contemplating it, by the way his head moves a little and how his breath starts to sound. You don't doubt that you're probably doing the same.

When you feel his hand squeeze around your hip, you give him a small peck on the lips. It took all of your courage and some of the intensity from the moment to do it.

You have no opportunity to berate yourself for doing it when he chases after your mouth immediately when you're about to pull away.

And now you're making out with...

"Suna." You sigh, feeling him manhandle you onto his lap

"Rin." He breathes quickly before he reaches for your mouth again.

You can't help the mewl you let out from savoring the moment like the repeated relief of taking off your shoes after a long day of walking.

"Rin." You repeat after him.

Rintaro, Rin, is breathing just as heavily against you as you are. He's going as far as you are, whatever you do, he does in return. When you swipe your tongue against his lips, he does the same, except you open your mouth to him when he does.

And now you're both kissing with tongue.

You moan particularly loud and he juts his hips up into you right before he pulls away from you, the look in his eyes something you so agonizingly wish you could see right now.

"I like you a lot." He confesses, moving his hands down to slither across your thighs and hold them there.

"I like you a lot too." You say back, gripping onto the hem of his hoodie.

"Yea?" Rin breathes against you, going back in to kiss you

"Mhm." You sigh in relief.

"Fuck, "He can't help but push up into you, "You're so fucking pretty."

"You think so?"

"Know so." He groans and heads towards your neck for an assault, holding you in place by the back of your neck. "I want you so bad."

You grind your hips against him, turned on by the confession, "I want you bad too."

BOOM!

And you get scared shitless by the bitchy thunder again, dragging you away from the intensity of your increasingly intense makeout session with Rintaro and into a breathless heap of laughter with him. He had fallen back onto the bed, dragging you down with him and into his arms, snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"Does this mean I can finally follow you on Instagram?"

"Huh?" You're still dazed from the oxygen sucking of a makeout you just shared with him

"I found it a long time ago, but you never gave it to me so I didn't wanna seem like a stalker. You looked really pretty in your post last week though. I like pink on you."

"Stalker!"

"Geez, you weren't kidding," Futakuchi mutters as he sinks into the seat next to Aone. "People really don't sit next to you on the train."

Aone gives one silent nod, fists clenched on his knees as he stares straight out the opposite window. The older man sitting in front of it, across from Aone, glances up over his newspaper and does a double-take before awkwardly shifting out of Aone's direct line of sight.

Futakuchi watches the middle blocker from the corner of his eye. Most people wouldn't have seen a change but Futakuchi's known him long enough, they've been through enough together, to recognize the subtle stiffening in Aone's posture.

Though it's a little out of his way, it's not too inconvenient for Futakuchi. He's prepared to take that route again just to keep Aone company--he cares for his teammates even if he'll never admit it--but Aone's not at school the next day.

A quick text in the team-chat confirms he's fine, just a little under-the-weather.

At the end of practice someone taps Futakuchi on his shoulder and whips around.

"Hi. Whoa, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," you blurt with your palms up. He cocks an eyebrow; you're in his class but he doesn't really know you.

It doesn't stop you from plowing ahead without giving him a chance to speak. "I just noticed that yesterday you were on the train with Aone, the quiet guy who plays on the volleyball team with you--I mean, of course you know he's on the team with you, you're the captain, nevermind. What I'm trying to say is that I saw you both on the train yesterday when I usually only see Aone and I noticed that Aone's not here today so I was wondering if you were still going to take that same train home today even though you usually don't. And it's just that"

--In the brief moment you take to catch your breath Futakuchi realizes he's gaping a weird, horrified way but he's too distracted to change--

"I really hate riding the train. People are creepy and it grosses me out and I always feel better seeing Aone there, too, because I know he's super nice and if something went wrong or I was in trouble I could ask him for help even though I don't talk to him. But since he's not here today I was wondering if you were still going to ride the train...?"

It takes his mind a minute to catch up, to realize that you're actually giving him a chance to talk.

"I...wasn't...going to?" he starts to answer but it trails up into a question as you start to deflate. "But if it matters that much, I can..."

You exhale with tangible relief. "Thank you so much." You cup your forehead. "I'm sorry about word-vomiting all over you. You're just...really intimidating."

He smirks and falls into step with you walking toward the train station.

"You say I'm intimidating?" He snorts, laughing dryly. "Have you seen the wide-berth people give Aone on the train?"

"Of course I have. Why do you think his presence is so comforting?"

Futakuchi's eyes narrow. "If you think his presence is so comforting why don't you sit with him? It doesn't make him feel good that people avoid him so extremely."

"Really?" You wilt a little at this. "I never thought of it that way...I just...Well..." Your smile is so awkward it's more of a grimace. "I mean, you've experienced my nervous chatter first-hand now. I would love to sit with him, I just...didn't want to subject him to my..."

"Uncontrollable verbal assault?"

You scoff defensively. "I wouldn't say assault..." When he lifts his brow, you sigh in relent. "Okay, yes. It can be aggressive. Which is exactly why I don't sit with him."

As the train pulls into the station, wind whipping at your Date Tech uniform, the irony of the situation hits him.

"I think you're exactly the kind of person Aone would want to sit with him."

You give him a darkly skeptical and searching look, falling surprisingly silent for the rest of the ride and Futakuchi doesn't mind.

He opens his phone and scrolls through random bullshit until your stop comes up.

"Thanks, Futakuchi-san," you say quietly. "I'm really grateful you did this."

He sighs dramatically. "It was really thoughtful of me. So inconvenient and out of my way." He lifts his gaze from his phone to meet your eye as you stand up. "You can pay me back by sitting with Aone tomorrow."

He smirks, satisfied with the way you blanch and leave without another word.

Aone's back at school the next day and in top-form at practice.

"Hey big-guy," Futakuchi says clapping him on the back as they leave the court. "I'm gonna stay a little bit later today so I'll catch the train with you next time. 'Kay?"

Aone nods.

Futakuchi practices a few more serves, closely watching the clock as he mentally counts-down.

When he thinks he has the time right he runs out of the gym--not bothering to change or lock-up yet--and sprints down the road.

His timing is perfect.

The train's just pulling out of the station and he can clearly see Aone's distinct back to the window and

for the first time

someone sitting in the seat next to him.

Thank you @dira333 !!

“I didn’t know you had moles down your back.”

Kiyoomi pauses briefly to look at you over his shoulder, post shower body care being interrupted with your statement.

“We’ve been together for how long and you never knew that I had more moles on my body?” He asks, going back to applying his moisturizer. “Do you even look at my body?”

“Only the important parts,” you say, shrugging as you let your eyes wander slightly. There are more than a few freckles and moles on the broad space of his back, tracing like a constellation against the paleness of his skin. They lean along the right side of him, a few scattering on the left for an intricate design-

“Holy shit, stop staring at me,” he snickers, his eyes looking at you in the mirror. “I have moles. You kiss the ones on my forehead every morning. Chill.”

You get up and stalk over to him, arms wrapping lowly around his waist and face nuzzling into the dip of his back, “gonna have to kiss these ones too; they’ve been neglected too long.” You plant a few pecks to the bigger ones along his shoulder, and you smirk at the goosebumps that raise from your affection. “Ticklish?”

“I’ll knock you out with this lotion bottle,” he snarls, continuing his routine with you merely an add on to his body.

“Whatever.” You let your nails rake up the dip of his hips, only letting him go when he hisses and bumps his back against you to get you off. You kiss his warm skin one last time before making your way back to the perch on your shared bed, watching as his muscles and moles contort with every shift of his broad body as he applies his deodorant.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“I’m having an affair,” he says simply.

“With who? Meian?”

“Yes.”

“You could never score Meian.”

“You’re just mad because Meian saw and admired my moles before you.”

You let out a few snorty laughters while he smirks to himself in the mirror, the night settling down into nothing uncommon or surprising, but perfect all the same.

God, you adore him.

“You’re ugly.”

“I love you too.”

ushi is so chew toy coded

he comes home from a run one day and he’s in a black compression shirt that you urged him to buy and god are you glad you did. your eyes lock onto his biceps, of course, which almost look like they’re bulging out of the sleeves.

“toshi, that shirt looks so good on you,” you tell him. you can almost see the outline of his six pack, and the way his pectorals stretch out the shirt a little.

“well, you did suggest i buy it, love, so i would hope so,” he replies, smiling softly as you stride towards him.

“like i literally just wanna…”

he doesn’t expect the way you take his arm, and bring his bicep to your mouth, and sink your teeth into it. you don’t do it hard or anything, just enough until you’re satisfied.

he’s puzzled, and he doesn’t hide that in his facial expression whatsoever. however he doesn’t have the heart to question you out loud. perhaps, he thinks, it’s equivalent to you kissing him. then again, why not just kiss him?

when you’ve had your fill, you blink up at him with an face he wants to keep in his mind forever.

“sorry, your arms look so biteable,” you explain.

“did you have fun?” he asks.

“i did, thank you,” you tell him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your lips to his.

it happens again when he gets out of the shower one evening. he walks into the living room where you’re watching some drama series, and he’s in sweats and nothing else. the tips of his hair are wet. he settles onto the couch next to you and in the corner of your eye, you see his pecs. plump. squishy.

“these look bigger,” you tell him, reaching over to squeeze one of them in your hand. “is that why you’ve been in the gym so much?”

“i’ve been going a normal amount i think,” he replies, unfazed by your groping.

“hmm,” you say, like you’re genuinely musing, and then with that you lean in to take his pec in your mouth.

this time wakatoshi chuckles with surprise, a short, deep rumble of laughter at the sensation of you nibbling at his skin.

“is this your… thing now?” he asks.

you sit back, smiling, a cat that got the cream. “mhm.”

after that he’s never safe from you ever again. his forearms, cheeks, neck, collarbones, thighs are all chewed on. he doesn’t complain though. he would never.

wakatoshi has struggled with intimacy and affection his entire life—it wasn’t something he came face to face with often. you, however, are showing him everything he’s missed out on. so now, every time you bite him, his heart flutters and he feels grateful.