narumisassdealer

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why am I getting so many suggested communities on my feed. leave me alone ion wanna join 🧍‍♀️🫥 Im sick of it already

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i love you. on purpose.

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Andria not changing fandoms every 7 seconds challenge: impossible

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for as shitty as today was Im happy with the outcome

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OMG NEW URL AND THEME??? Love iiiit (suna supremacy as he deserves😔😔😔😔🫶‼️)

yes he does I love it so much actually

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YOU SELFSHIP WITH SENDOU TOO !!! gripping you in solidarity for our love of pouty divas with chronic bitchface ✨🩷

OMG YES I DO

I HAVE NOONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THIS

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❤︎ MOEVIE : 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓽 ࿐ . + in game voicelines! because i’ve been inspired to add lines after seeing layla’s from a while ago, as well as coco’s, vana’s, and nick’s for ppgear of course ( ⸝⸝ ◡̀ ᴗ ◡́)੭ ✧

Moze: About Evie

Evie was the one to carry me on her back when I had gotten hurt. Had I known she was coming, I would have done everything I could to avoid worrying her. As of now … I often pay her visits in my free time. It seems to make her face “light up.” That’s what Jiaoqiu said, and I agree.

Added to a team with: Evie

Don’t worry about me and focus on keeping your distance. I’ll handle the rest of it.

Evie: About Moze

You’d think someone like Moze would be easy to spot because of the purple, but I actually haven’t caught him a single time — yet. I find that I have a better chance if I abruptly jerk my head to stare down a random shadow. You can really catch him off guard, even if just for a second!

Added to a team with: Moze

Oh, here you are! I’ll support you from over here! Don’t be hasty.

comm from puri24a on twt!

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I love when I’m talking about a Rin nobody knows which one I’m talking about

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XO

akaashi keiji x fem!reader

summary: being the manager of the msby black jackals is stressful, but when a handsome stranger shows up, you think you might’ve stumbled upon a hidden perk.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, post-time skip, kissing, oral sex, blowjobs, p in v, smut, fluff

wc: 5.3k

a/n: watched the movie last night and i cried (if you saw this post before, no you didn't) <3

also on ao3!

Six months in, and you think you might be ready to quit your job.

Sure, securing a job as the MSBY Black Jackal’s manager was one of your proudest achievements, but no one had told you that you’d be dealing with men like this. You understood that you were in the presence of some of the finest sporting talent in Japan, but these men were wildly immature.

It’s why you’re here now, glaring at the man who had made fun of his teammate.

“What were you thinking?” you hiss, pointing your pen at the offending man.

Atsumu groans, his head tipping back against the wall of the locker room. “I was only having a little fun.”

“A little fun,” you reply, nodding along, “right, and that’s why Bokuto is off sulking in who knows where!”

“C’mon!” Atsumu protests, leaning forward, staring at you desperately, “I made a comment on the color of his shoes! How was I supposed to know that was gonna set him off?”

You can feel a headache begin to set in and you sigh, pointing towards the door of the locker room.

“Just go warm up, okay? I’ll try and find Bokuto.”

Atsumu nods, and has the grace to look at least a little apologetic as he pats your shoulder and leaves.

You follow him soon after, out of the locker room. Bokuto’s sulking most likely meant he wasn’t going to perform as well. You knew about his bouts of being discouraged, had seen it during the occasional game when something would set him off. People are milling about, and you quicken your pace, turning a corner to finally find Bokuto sitting on a bench.

“Bokuto!” you call out, the relief in your voice clear.

The outside hitter looks up at you, a pout on his face. 

“You ready for the game?” you ask, putting on a wide smile to try and make him feel better.

“Do you think they’re ugly?” 

“W- what?”

“My shoes,” he says, pointing at them, “do you think they’re ugly?”

You have half the mind to tell him that they’re just shoes and that he should grow up, but the look of utter despair on his face has you holding back. A quick glance down at his shoes and from what you can gather, they look relatively… normal. You were definitely going to kill Atsumu later.

“They look fine,” you say, pausing when you see his frown deepen. Your fingers tighten around the clipboard clutched against your chest and you put on a cheery smile, voice pitching up. “I meant they look totally great! And they really suit you!”

Bokuto makes no attempt to move, simply stares down at his shoes and traces one of the stripes absentmindedly. You’re at your wits end, growing antsy as you check your watch and realize there’s only 10 minutes before the game starts.

“I could get you some new-“

“You doing okay?”

A voice breaks in through from behind you and your head turns, brows furrowing when you see an unfamiliar man. The lanyard around his neck has a card attached to it, bold letters spelling out VIP . 

“Akaashi!” Bokuto sits up, his eyes lighting up for a moment, “do you like my shoes?”

You stare at the pair of men, bewildered. The man, Akaashi, pats Bokuto’s shoulder and lowers his voice to whisper some words to the pro-volleyball player. In what you think might be the quickest change of mood from Bokuto yet, the volleyball player stands up and gives a hearty laugh, his chest puffing out. 

You’re even more stunned when he pats your back happily and jogs off in the direction of the court.

“How did you do that?” you blurt out, eyes flitting towards the man who was now standing beside you.

“I used to play with Bokuto in highschool,” Akaashi replies, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “Fukurodani. I was the team’s setter so I had to get used to Bokuto's little slumps.”

Huh. That did make more sense. You narrow your eyes, examining the man a little more. He’s handsome, sure, his glasses sitting on the slope of his nose as he shifts on the spot. Akaashi stares back down at you expectantly.

“Uh- well, thank you,” you say, holding your hand out and giving him a sheepish smile. “I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get him onto the court at all today.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, his hand shaking yours. 

You introduce yourselves and he follows you onto the stands, both of you overlooking the two teams as they line up on the court. Nervousness makes you restless, your teeth biting into your lower lip as you watch the players get into position. You really wanted the Jackals to win.

“Relax,” Akaashi murmurs, his head lowering to speak directly into your ear to help you hear better over the roar of the crowd.

Your eyes meet his and he stares back at you intently, his hand squeezing at your shoulder gently. You think some sort of magic might be laced into his words with the way your body loosens slightly, your tense shoulders dropping.

“Thank you,” you mumble, giving him a faint smile.

Akaashi smiles back and squeezes your shoulder one more time before his hand drops away. You nearly protest against it, wanting to feel the heat of his body near yours again, but you can’t because you’ve only just met the man and you aren’t that desperate.

The game goes perfectly well, thankfully, and you’re up on the tips of your toes cheering for the Jackals as they shake hands with the other team. Your previous nervousness has all  melted away, leaving only a feeling of pure giddiness. Akaashi claps with you, his reaction much more toned down compared to yours.

“You can come down with me,” you say breathlessly, flicking through a few pages on your clipboard to find the schedule for the post game press conference.

Akaashi nods, his eyes drifting over you for a moment. “Yeah, I’ll come. I need to congratulate Bokuto anyways.”

You beam up at him and against better judgment, hand him a copy of the schedule before giving him a wave and disappearing off to meet the team. Akaashi watches as you flutter away, skirt swaying, the piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand. 

- 

“No talk of shoes, okay?” you warn Atsumu as you had him a bottle of cold water. “We can’t have Bokuto breaking down on national television.”

“You worry too much,” Atsumu complains, pressing the bottle of water against his flushed cheek.

“My job is on the line!” you argue, giving the man a glare.

Atsumu only gives you a pout and you thank Meian when he comes to get his teammate, grateful for the captain’s unwavering leadership.

You slip into the conference room before long, making sure to give the Jackals an encouraging smile and a thumbs up before you sidle up to the wall, watching as the various reporters ready their questions.

A few bottles of water sit on a table beside you and you reach for one, twisting at the cap. The stupid plastic burns across your skin harshly, making a glare settle on your face as you narrow your eyes at the bottle of water. You try again but to no avail, the cap latching on stubbornly tight. A soft curse gets muttered under your breath before someone’s hand reaches out, grabbing the bottle of water from you.

You blink in surprise when you realize it’s Akaashi, his hand twisting at the cap effortlessly and breaking the seal. 

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“That’s the third time today,” he whispers back, his eyes glimmering with mirth, “should I keep sticking around for more of your thanks?”

A smile pulls at your lips and you glance up at him to find him smiling back. 

“Don’t be an asshole,” you mutter, elbowing him in the side lightly.

Akaashi hums in response, his warm hand grasping at your elbow to hold you in place. You freeze for a moment, surprise flitting across your face but then you lean into him slightly, avoiding his eyes as you press into his side. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything, just stands there with you, his eyes trained on the little notes you scribble on paper as the players speak.

To your relief, Atsumu manages to steer clear from the topic of shoes, answering the reporters’ questions thoroughly with a bit of humor thrown in, to lighten the atmosphere of the press conference. You find that you can’t really be all that mad at the man, he knew how to get the job done when it came to it.

The press conference comes to a close half an hour later and Akaashi trails after you as you usher the men back into the main foyer.

“Good job everyone,” you announce before flicking through a few pages of your clipboard. “The Chairman has been impressed with your performance this season, so he’s personally sent a congratulatory cake.” You stare pointedly at Atsumu and Bokuto. “Please make sure to not make a mess.”

The men are gone in a rush before you can say anything else and you smile fondly, shaking your head.

“You gonna let me get in on this cake thing?” Akaashi asks, raising his brows.

“You’re welcome to join,” you reply, shooting him a smile as you try to not sound too eager. “You do have VIP status, after all.”

Akaashi smiles back and you think it might be a miracle that your legs haven’t given out under the soft gaze he sends you. 

Thankfully, Atsumu and Bokuto don’t make a mess although you do spot them bribing Hinata to bring them a few more slices, the orange-haired man utterly oblivious to the fact.

“Hey,” Akaashi murmurs, stepping in beside you as you finish off your piece of cake. “You’ve got a little something.” He motions to the corner of your mouth.

“Oh!” you flush with embarrassment, wiping at the corner of your mouth with a napkin. “Gone?”

“Just a little more,” he says, watching as you try and fail to get rid of the chocolate icing that’s smudged over your lips and the corner of your mouth. “Just- here, let me.”

You freeze when he reaches out for you, his thumb swiping over your lip and skin gently, cleaning you up.

“Napkin?” you ask weakly, offering it to him so he can clean his thumb.

“No need.”

Akaashi keeps his eyes on you as he licks the pad of his thumb, your hazy eyes following the motion of his tongue, a rush of heat pooling in your lower stomach.

“Do you-” you begin, clearing your throat when you hear how airy your voice has become, “do you do this often?”

A smile pulls at his lips and he leans in a little closer, his breath fanning across your skin as his mouth opens to murmur something into your ear.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

You jolt, half-lidded eyes snapping open when you find Bokuto slinging his arm around Akaashi’s shoulders. Irritation flashes through Akaashi’s eyes but it seems to fade when Bokuto begins to speak animatedly, detailing the past events Akaashi had missed.

Part of you would’ve liked to speak to Akaashi more, but you can’t find it in yourself to fault Bokuto, deciding to busy yourself with getting another slice of cake. A heavy arm slings itself around your shoulders and you roll your eyes when you realize it’s Atsumu, the wide grin on his face making you feel uneasy.

“Saw you getting real chummy with Bokuto’s friend,” he whispers conspiratorially, trying to swipe at your cake slice. 

“I was being friendly,” you retort, glaring up at Atsumu.

“You look like you wanna fuck him.”

“Your observations are not appreciated,” you grit out, trying to squirm away from under him when he steers you into a corner.

“Good news is, I think he wants to fuck you too,” Atsumu says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“ Why are you doing this?” you groan, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Because you, my lovely manager, deserve happiness!” he says cheerily.

Your eyes narrow, taking in the smile on Atsumu’s face, suspicion flaring. “What did you do?”

“What?” Atsumu’s smile falters. “Nothing. Why do you always assume I did something?”

“Because you usually do something, Atsumu,” you reply exasperatedly, trying to peek out from behind him to catch another glimpse of Akaashi.

Atsumu rolls his eyes, moving to the side so as to block your view of Akaashi.

“Let’s hear it then,” you say, peering up at him. 

He beams at you, his head lowering so he can whisper into your ear. “Just make sure you take charge. Guys like that sort of thing. Yank him by the shirt or something and kiss him. My advice is foolproof .”

Was the advice really foolproof if the fool himself was giving it to you?

You shoot Atsumu a skeptical look, waving him off before he puts any more ridiculous ideas into your mind. 

As the night passes, the amount of players reduces, deciding to make their way back home. Atsumu shoots you a wink in passing and you glare back at him, fighting the urge to swat him.

“Heading home?” 

You blink up to find Akaashi standing beside you, his brows raised.

“Yeah,” you say, a wistful smile coming across your face, “it’s been a long day.”

“I could drive you home?” Akaashi offers, falling into step beside you as you both exit the volleyball stadium.

You had been planning to just catch an uber or something, but when Akaashi stares down at you like that , his gaze soft and lips looking sickeningly inviting, you nod immediately.

A few stolen glances later coupled with you biting back an inappropriate remark at the way his lithe fingers wrap around the steering wheel, you find yourself standing opposite Akaashi in the open doorway of your apartment.

“I guess I’ll see you around?” you say, peering up at Akaashi.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Akaashi murmurs, his hands shoving into his pockets.

Akaashi shows no signs of leaving however. Silence passes over you as you both just stand there, staring at each other. Your gaze dips down to his shirt, trying to stop Atsumu’s obnoxious voice from blaring through your normally rational decision making.

Yank him by the shirt or something and kiss him.

Eyes flitting up again, you decide to take your chances. Your hand curls into Akaashi’s shirt, yanking him towards you, lips crashing onto his. Several seconds pass and Akaashi stands there limply, his lips unmoving and non-reciprocating. 

“I’m so sorry,” you blurt out, feeling utterly mortified as you let go of him. “Atsumu said you wanted to fu- I mean- he said guys liked that sort of thing!”

At the same time, Akaashi begins to speak. “Bokuto said you weren’t interested.”

“ What? ” you sputter, eyes widening. Frustration sets your nerves alight and you fish out your phone, dialing Bokuto’s number, ready to give him an earful. 

“Hey,” Akaashi says, plucking your phone from your hand and setting it down onto a nearby dresser, “think you could do that after I kiss you?”

Your flurry of movements pauses, breath hitching when he steps inside your apartment, the door shutting behind him softly. He smiles down at you, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Oh,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door gently, “y-yeah, I can do that.”

“Yeah?” he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing yours. One of his hands slips up higher, smoothing over the length of your neck to cup your cheek.

You let out an incoherent noise, managing out a jerky nod. Akaashi laughs, tilting your head to the side as he places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut, heart racing uncontrollably in your chest as he drags his lips across your skin, planting another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

His glasses dig into your skin but you can hardly find it in yourself to care, pulling him closer desperately when he slots his lips over yours. Akaashi kisses you heatedly and you whine, arms wrapping around his neck to return his kisses eagerly. His tongue gently parts your lips, hands slipping back down to squeeze at your waist and move you flush against him.

A few stumbles later and you’re pushing his chest, watching as he falls back onto the couch. Akaashi grins, his thighs spreading invitingly as he gets comfortable.

“Come sit on my lap, baby.”

You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble up onto his lap, straddling his hips, lips finding his again. Akaashi groans when you run your fingers through his hair, hips rolling across his lap as he spreads his fingers over your skirt, groping at your ass.

“So- so you do wanna fuck me?” you ask breathily, unable to resist yourself from leaning forward and stealing another kiss.

“I thought I made myself obvious,” Akaashi replies, his hands slipping under your skirt to feel the warm, bare skin of your thighs.

A soft hum leaves you, fingers tracing across his cheek before reaching out to take his glasses off, setting them down. You smile down at him hazily and Akaashi smiles back, maneuvering your body so that you’re laying down, head nestled in the cushions.

You bite your lip when he kisses down your neck, sighing softly when he undoes the buttons of your shirt, pulling it apart. Akaashi’s eyes darken when he sees the swell of your breasts in your bra, his hands reaching out to grope at them greedily. You fumble around, unclasping your bra, tossing it behind you.

“So pretty, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips before kissing down your body.

You gasp when his tongue swirls around your nipple, squirming underneath him as his hot mouth envelops it, sucking and licking, even nipping gently making your body twitch. Back arching, you moan, fingers tugging at his soft hair. Akaashi lets out a hum, mouth opening wide to suck your breast into his mouth, groaning when he feels your hips buck underneath him.

“ Fuck ,” Akaashi hisses, his fingers rubbing at your clothed cunt, panties utterly drenched, “you’re dripping. How long have you been like this?”

You flush, looking away. Akaashi clicks his tongue, grabbing your chin to turn your gaze back onto him.

“Tell me,” he coaxes, rucking your skirt up before he tugs your panties up, watching the hard press of the fabric outline your puffy folds.

“Maybe- maybe since you opened that water bottle for me,” you mumble, blinking up at him innocently. 

Akaashi’s grip falters, his brows shooting up in surprise. Your cheeks are hot, eyes dropping to find his cock straining against his trousers, the bulge making you lick your lips.

“That long?” he whispers, leaning in.

“Mhm,” you nod, arms looping around his neck to pull him into a sloppy kiss, tongue and all.

“If I knew it was that easy, I would’ve done it the moment I saw you,” Akaashi smiles, his nose nudging against yours as he continues to rub your pussy through your panties.

“Shut up!” you laugh, pushing at his chest.

He laughs with you, smacking a quick kiss to your cheek before slinking down, pulling your thighs apart. A contented sigh leaves you when he licks up over your ruined panties, mewling softly when he pulls them to the side to get a glimpse of your slick pussy.

“Such a pretty pussy. All of you is so pretty,” he murmurs, pulling your panties off. 

You don’t miss the way he tucks them into his pocket.

Akaashi’s mouth encloses around your clit, sucking with fervor. You let out a strangled moan, fingers fisting his hair roughly, thighs twitching. 

“A- Akaashi,” you whine, hips rolling up to meet his mouth needily, “ hah- oh fuck!- ”

His nose nudges into your clit when he stops suckling on your clit, licking up a wide strip along the length of cunt, a low moan slipping out of him as he watches your cunt clench and flutter around nothing.

“Taste so fucking good,” he rasps, arms curling around your thighs, thumbing apart your folds to press his tongue in deeper, licking over the velvety flesh of your cunt.

You moan again, breath catching in your throat when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles into the sensitive bud before his tongue presses into your aching pussy, thrusting in and out of you. He makes an obscene sound and you tug at his hair roughly, pushing his face deeper into your cunt, squealing when he shakes his head, tongue swiping all over you.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, beginning to chant drunkenly, “don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Akaashi grunts into your pussy, spreading apart your folds against to spit on your cunt, his tongue swirling around your swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth. He suckles on it hard ; the sensation making your toes curl and eyes squeeze shut tightly. 

“Gonna cum?” he asks, a hoarse laugh leaving him when you push his head back down.

You nod rapidly, hands squeezing at your breasts, pinching and tugging at your own nipples. Akaashi slips his fingers up past your chin and your mouth opens obediently, hips rolling up as you suck on his fingers. 

A whimper escapes you when his teeth graze your clit, his tongue laving over it again as he sucks desperately, driving you further and further to the edge.

“Cum on my tongue, baby,” Akaashi whispers, “wanna watch you cum all pretty and needy.”

You don’t need any more encouragement, back arching as your body draws taut. You cum with a cry of his name, squeaking when he licks over your oversensitive pussy, thighs clamping around his head while your fingers tangle in his soft, black hair. 

Akaashi pulls away with one final suckle to your clit, peppering kisses up your body before slotting his lips over yours again. You whine softly, cupping his cheek to return his kisses feverishly, feeling the press of his clothed cock against your inner thigh.

“Take your clothes off,” you say softly, pecking his lips sweetly.

You squirm out of your skirt and top when he gets off of you, watching with hazy eyes as he pulls his shirt up over your head. The flex of his biceps has you letting out a low whine, fingers slipping between your thighs, unable to help yourself, rubbing your clit unabashedly.

Akaashi doesn’t miss the movement, shooting you a lazy grin, his hand smoothing over his trousers, squeezing at his bulge.

“Enjoying the view?” he murmurs, unbuttoning his trousers, “hm, baby?”

“‘m enjoying it a lot,” you reply airily, entranced by the motion of his hand as he grasps himself through his boxers.

Your breath catches in your throat when he pushes his boxers down, tongue feeling heavy as you watch the bob of his cock, heavy and thick. The hardened length twitches when he wraps his hand around himself, pumping his cock, pre-cum beading at the tip.

“T-taste?” you mewl, slipping off the couch and crawling towards him, “wanna taste, ‘kaashi.”

“Needy baby,” he whispers, running his fingers through your hair, brushing it out of your face.

Your eyes flutter shut when he bends, meeting his lips in a short kiss. Akaashi presses the head of his cock against your lips soon after, a moan slipping out of him when he sees the way his pre-cum spreads across your lips.

You lick your lips, mewling at the taste of his pre-cum, mouth opening wider, tongue lolling out.

“Want it,” you whisper, fingers digging into thighs, “please?”

“‘m gonna give it to you,” Akaashi rasps, grasping the base of his cock to smack the head of it against your tongue a few times. “Go ahead, pretty.”

You hum happily, mouth wrapping around his cock, hand curling around the base of it. Akaashi groans, his head tipping back as you squirm on your knees, fingers finding your slippery clit again.

“Just like that,” he whispers when you begin to bob your head, tongue swirling around the head of his cock, suckling gently.

Akaashi’s thighs twitch, the hand tangled in your hair tightening when you shuffle closer, mouth stretching open to take more of him into your mouth. 

You suck and lick, practically dripping onto the carpet beneath you as you hear the grunts and groans that leave Akaashi. He sounds pretty, the little airy gasps and stutters of his breath giving you the encouragement to try and take him deeper, your nose pressing into the black tufts of coarse hair at the base of his cock, before you pull off with watery eyes.

“I might have a hard time letting go of you after this,” Akaashi says, watching as you blink up at him with starry eyes, stroking his hand over your hair as you mouth lazily across the length of his cock. 

“So don’t,” you whisper, laving your tongue across the head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum.

You land a soft kiss to the tip, tilting your head to kiss at his heavy balls. Akaashi stops you before you can suck them into your mouth, dipping his head down to kiss you instead.

“‘m gonna cum if you do that,” he whispers against your lips.

“That’s sort of the point,” you smile, hand stroking along his length.

He snorts, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you up onto your feet. His throbbing cock presses against your stomach as you wind your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Akaashi gropes at the fat of your ass appreciatively, both of you standing together as you makeout languidly. 

You pull away for air soon after, hands roaming across his firm chest, eyes growing hazier with the way the muscles of his abdomen flex under your touch. A glob of pre-cum beads at the tip of Akaashi’s cock and you grasp his hand, rocking up to kiss his cheek before pulling him after you.

“Wanna ride my cock?” he whispers, teeth nipping at your earlobe gently when you lead him into your bedroom.

“Y- yeah,” you reply airily, crawling up onto his lap when he sits down, his back against the headboard of your bed.

You rock your hips, grinding your cunt against his hot length, mewling softly when the tip of it nudges against your clit a few times. Akaashi catches your chin, pulling you forward for another filthy kiss, his hands smoothing up and down the length of your back.

“Sink down on it, baby.”

A soft whimper escapes you at his low voice, hands gripping his shoulders as you rise up onto your knees. Akaashi wraps his hand around the base of his cock, holding it for you. His head tips back, a guttural groan leaving him when you sink down on his cock, your nails digging into his skin.

“ Oh- ” you whine, “‘kaashi- hah- ”

“Keiji,” he replies, fingers dimpling the fat of your hips, trying to gain some semblance of control with the way your cunt’s clenching around his cock, “call me Keiji, baby.”

You let out a dazed sigh, rolling your hips and whining again, your own head tipping back.

“K- Keiji, you feel so good.”

Akaashi moans appreciatively in response to your words, landing a spank to your ass to urge you to move. You hiccup, cupping his cheeks, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as you roll your hips one more time and begin to rise and fall on his cock.

He keeps his eyes on you, letting out soft pants as you mewl and whimper out his name, hips swaying back to meet his thrusts when he begins to move his hips too.

“Good girl,” Akaashi whispers, head dipping to suck your breast into his mouth, “gripping me so tight, baby.”

“Keiji,” you mewl, dragging out his name in a needy call.

“‘m right here, pretty,” Akaashi murmurs, arms wrapping around your waist more firmly. 

You squeal when he lifts you up and begins to drop you down onto his cock himself, his face pressing into your chest, leaving desperate, heated open-mouthed kisses against your sweaty skin as he makes you take his cock.

“Oh fuck-,” you begin to gasp out, eyes squeezing shut, “ oh fuck! ”

“Take it,” Akaashi hisses, hands drifting down to grip the fat of your ass tighter, “fucking take my cock, baby.”

A surprised squeak leaves you when he lays you down, his cock pushing into you almost immediately after. Your legs wrap around his hips, hand reaching for his as he fucks his cock into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing lewdly throughout the room.

You scrabble at the bedsheets, trying to find some purchase as Akaashi drives his cock into you harder and faster.

“Gonna make me cum,” he grunts, face pressing into the crook of your neck, his body dropping to be flush against yours, hips rolling to a slow grind.

“‘m gonna cum too,” you say weakly, eyes fluttering as he mouths at your breast lazily. 

Akaashi peers down at you when he pushes himself up, bullying his cock into your cunt, balls pressed snugly against your ass.

“Can I cum inside?” he asks softly, brushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re a terrible influence,” you sigh, giving him a dazed smile as you pull him down for a kiss, “but yes, you can.”

Akaashi grins, mouth slotting over yours again, thumb rubbing at your clit. He groans when he feels you clench around him, his hips stuttering jerkily when you dig your heels into the backs of thighs, forcing him to push his cock in deeper. 

“Brat,” he hisses, head dropping forward as he lets out a low whine, cock jerking inside of you as he cums.

You squirm, back arching as his thumb rubs harder, thighs twitching as you fall apart on his cock. Akaashi pants against your chest, his eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a few more whines, thick cum filling you up.

He rolls off of you so as to not crush you with his weight, running his hand through his hair. You curl up into his side, leaning forward to kiss his jaw.

“‘m gonna go clean up,” you whisper.

Akaashi nods, patting your hip affectionately, his eyes trained on the sway of your hips as you disappear into the bathroom.

You tug on a fresh shirt and a pair of panties, crawling back into bed to find Akaashi’s pulled his boxers back up over his hips, the manga volume you had been reading last night in his hand.

“It’s good,” you inform him, pressing into his side, head resting on his shoulder as you look over the little panels of drawings.

“I’d hope so,” Akaashi says, his hand rubbing at your side absentmindedly.

“Why?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“I happen to be the editor.”

You stare at him blankly, eyes flitting from his towards the manga. “No way.” You snatch the manga from him, flipping through towards the large page. His name is there in the little lettering, plain as day.

Editing: Akaashi Keiji

He smiles at you, nuzzling into your cheek, pressing several kisses here and there.

“Well,” you say, setting the manga down and wrapping your arms around his neck, “now you have to tell me what’s to come.”

“My lips are sealed,” Akaashi replies, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Keiji!” you whine, pouting up at him.

“Not happening, baby,” he says, shaking his head before leaning forward to kiss the pout off of your mouth.

You let out an irritated huff, pushing his head away when he tries to kiss you again.

“Look at that,” he muses, “you get all sulky like Bokuto.”

“Please don’t insult me.”

[narumisassdealer]

Commissions are open!

Below are prices and Im now offering YCH's!

Payments are either 50/50 at the time of sketch

Due to currency changes full upfront is perfectly fine as well.

Payments are made through PayPal or Ko-Fi whichever is easier for you.

Currently my spots are 10 for YCH and 15 for regular coms. Do know that there is a queue. For updates on where your com is please see here

Main com prices outside of my YCH's

Current YCH's

Kissing YCH - $40 Headshot YCH - $30

I will be adding more depending on how these do!

if you have any questions about it, please reach out in dms or reach out to me on discord at sunasassdealer

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ᴄʜᴀʀ: ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 824 ᴅɪꜱᴄ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ♡ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘ ɴ ᴠ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. -- ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴍɴᴅɪ ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ, ɴᴀᴍᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

The way that Suna eats pussy is an experience. He will spend hours between your legs to no avail. He does not care that your legs hurt from being held up or that you're so overstimulated that you feel like you're going to pass out. Fingertips leaving bruises in your skin that you surely will feel later. It's not his fault he's addicted to your taste, how your breathy moans fill his ears, and just how deliciously you fall apart.

“Doing so good f’me princess, making such a mess on my tongue mamas. Come on my tongue.. Mmm yeah just like that” Sunas voice is muffled between your legs and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears, but you still heard it. 

Suna loves when you push and pull on his soft brown strands trying to relieve yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. Thighs shaking and twitching every single time his tongue passes your abused clit. The bundle of nerves aching. Your stomach muscles aching from the back to back highs, muscles aching from the violent ripples. Suna always makes you see stars when he slips his fingers into your soaking cunt, sliding in with such ease. His olive hues meet your gaze as his tongue trails up your slit, watching your eyes roll back and a cry of his name falling from your lips. 

Suna’s hips grind against the bed, his cock throbbing, leaking against the sweats confining it. The feeling of your tight pussy clenching around his plunging fingers and your whimpers and moans filling the air urge him on. His fingers hook once he finds that sweet spot, fox like eyes meeting yours as his lips suckle on your oh so sensitive bundle of nerves

All you can hear is the slurping and sucking sounds mixing with growls and groans coming from his sinful act between your legs. Suna couldn't care less how messy he is right now. Your essence running down his chin, soaking the bed pooling in the palm of his hand. His fingers gripping and pawing at the plush of your thighs. Trying to pull you impossibly closer to his face. His nose buried deep between your folds. Gripping on your thighs to keep them spread for him, not that you would close them with how euphoric you felt. Suna eats your pussy like his life depended on it. Like if he didnt he would simply pass away. He can't go a day without your taste on his lips. 

Suna might jus fuck you after too. Depends on if you can handle one more - even if you say you can't, unless you're looking him in his eyes and telling him earnestly you can't, he knows you can. “M’cant Rin too much” You whimpered out as your hand rested against his lower abdomen. A smile curled his lips as he pressed a kiss against your forehead “yes you can my love, I know you can give me one more.” Suna always made sure you were taken care of. 

His dick is big. He knows it is too. The taste of you on his lips as he finally slides into your needy hole, the quenching sound of your heat taking him in, the audible guttural groan leaving his throat as he did. Inch by inch you sucked him in. Fluttering walls soaking his cock, his head rolling back as his brows knit together, his jaw going slack. “Fuck baby being in side you makes me feel like Im in heaven. You were made for me. Fu-’ah..shit” Suna grunts out as his large hands come to wrap around your hips trailing up your body. Pressing a kiss against every inch of your exposed skin. He loved every single inch of you. Sunas tongue will slip from his lips, licking up the column of your throat. The salty sweet taste of your skin always drove him mad. Teeth nipping at the skin no doubt leaving dark hickeys in his lustful wake. His fingers find your nipples, plucking and tugging at the stiff peaks, rolling them between his fingertips until they're fully erect, aching for more. His lips suckling around them, teeth grazing against them feeling you shiver under his touch.

"Such a needy girl, practically squeezing my cock for all its worth. " Suna growls, catching your gaze with a heated look of his own.

Suna will go ground for round for round. Filling you up, until he's trembling and unable to go anymore himself. Calloused hands bringing rough slaps to your thighs and ass as he kneads at your plush skin. He loves the sounds you make. Mewling his name, watching your body wither and shake from how good he makes you feel. Watching your back arching from the bed, your face twisting to pleasure, how your chest heaves from each thrust and knocking the air from your lungs. He loved it. He needed it like he needed air to breathe.

Tags: @hayatoseyepatch @pixelcafe-network @eevees-hobbies

[narumisassdealer]

Commissions are open!

Below are prices and Im now offering YCH's!

Payments are either 50/50 at the time of sketch

Due to currency changes full upfront is perfectly fine as well.

Payments are made through PayPal or Ko-Fi whichever is easier for you.

Currently my spots are 10 for YCH and 15 for regular coms. Do know that there is a queue. For updates on where your com is please see here

Main com prices outside of my YCH's

Current YCH's

Kissing YCH - $40 Headshot YCH - $30

I will be adding more depending on how these do!

if you have any questions about it, please reach out in dms or reach out to me on discord at sunasassdealer

[narumisassdealer]

ᴄʜᴀʀ: ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 824 ᴅɪꜱᴄ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ♡ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘ ɴ ᴠ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. -- ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴍɴᴅɪ ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ, ɴᴀᴍᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

The way that Suna eats pussy is an experience. He will spend hours between your legs to no avail. He does not care that your legs hurt from being held up or that you're so overstimulated that you feel like you're going to pass out. Fingertips leaving bruises in your skin that you surely will feel later. It's not his fault he's addicted to your taste, how your breathy moans fill his ears, and just how deliciously you fall apart.

“Doing so good f’me princess, making such a mess on my tongue mamas. Come on my tongue.. Mmm yeah just like that” Sunas voice is muffled between your legs and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears, but you still heard it. 

Suna loves when you push and pull on his soft brown strands trying to relieve yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. Thighs shaking and twitching every single time his tongue passes your abused clit. The bundle of nerves aching. Your stomach muscles aching from the back to back highs, muscles aching from the violent ripples. Suna always makes you see stars when he slips his fingers into your soaking cunt, sliding in with such ease. His olive hues meet your gaze as his tongue trails up your slit, watching your eyes roll back and a cry of his name falling from your lips. 

Suna’s hips grind against the bed, his cock throbbing, leaking against the sweats confining it. The feeling of your tight pussy clenching around his plunging fingers and your whimpers and moans filling the air urge him on. His fingers hook once he finds that sweet spot, fox like eyes meeting yours as his lips suckle on your oh so sensitive bundle of nerves

All you can hear is the slurping and sucking sounds mixing with growls and groans coming from his sinful act between your legs. Suna couldn't care less how messy he is right now. Your essence running down his chin, soaking the bed pooling in the palm of his hand. His fingers gripping and pawing at the plush of your thighs. Trying to pull you impossibly closer to his face. His nose buried deep between your folds. Gripping on your thighs to keep them spread for him, not that you would close them with how euphoric you felt. Suna eats your pussy like his life depended on it. Like if he didnt he would simply pass away. He can't go a day without your taste on his lips. 

Suna might jus fuck you after too. Depends on if you can handle one more - even if you say you can't, unless you're looking him in his eyes and telling him earnestly you can't, he knows you can. “M’cant Rin too much” You whimpered out as your hand rested against his lower abdomen. A smile curled his lips as he pressed a kiss against your forehead “yes you can my love, I know you can give me one more.” Suna always made sure you were taken care of. 

His dick is big. He knows it is too. The taste of you on his lips as he finally slides into your needy hole, the quenching sound of your heat taking him in, the audible guttural groan leaving his throat as he did. Inch by inch you sucked him in. Fluttering walls soaking his cock, his head rolling back as his brows knit together, his jaw going slack. “Fuck baby being in side you makes me feel like Im in heaven. You were made for me. Fu-’ah..shit” Suna grunts out as his large hands come to wrap around your hips trailing up your body. Pressing a kiss against every inch of your exposed skin. He loved every single inch of you. Sunas tongue will slip from his lips, licking up the column of your throat. The salty sweet taste of your skin always drove him mad. Teeth nipping at the skin no doubt leaving dark hickeys in his lustful wake. His fingers find your nipples, plucking and tugging at the stiff peaks, rolling them between his fingertips until they're fully erect, aching for more. His lips suckling around them, teeth grazing against them feeling you shiver under his touch.

"Such a needy girl, practically squeezing my cock for all its worth. " Suna growls, catching your gaze with a heated look of his own.

Suna will go ground for round for round. Filling you up, until he's trembling and unable to go anymore himself. Calloused hands bringing rough slaps to your thighs and ass as he kneads at your plush skin. He loves the sounds you make. Mewling his name, watching your body wither and shake from how good he makes you feel. Watching your back arching from the bed, your face twisting to pleasure, how your chest heaves from each thrust and knocking the air from your lungs. He loved it. He needed it like he needed air to breathe.

Tags: @hayatoseyepatch @pixelcafe-network @eevees-hobbies

[narumisassdealer]

ᴄʜᴀʀ: ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 824 ᴅɪꜱᴄ: ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ♡ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘ ɴ ᴠ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʟᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ. -- ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴍɴᴅɪ ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ, ɴᴀᴍᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

The way that Suna eats pussy is an experience. He will spend hours between your legs to no avail. He does not care that your legs hurt from being held up or that you're so overstimulated that you feel like you're going to pass out. Fingertips leaving bruises in your skin that you surely will feel later. It's not his fault he's addicted to your taste, how your breathy moans fill his ears, and just how deliciously you fall apart.

“Doing so good f’me princess, making such a mess on my tongue mamas. Come on my tongue.. Mmm yeah just like that” Sunas voice is muffled between your legs and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears, but you still heard it. 

Suna loves when you push and pull on his soft brown strands trying to relieve yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. Thighs shaking and twitching every single time his tongue passes your abused clit. The bundle of nerves aching. Your stomach muscles aching from the back to back highs, muscles aching from the violent ripples. Suna always makes you see stars when he slips his fingers into your soaking cunt, sliding in with such ease. His olive hues meet your gaze as his tongue trails up your slit, watching your eyes roll back and a cry of his name falling from your lips. 

Suna’s hips grind against the bed, his cock throbbing, leaking against the sweats confining it. The feeling of your tight pussy clenching around his plunging fingers and your whimpers and moans filling the air urge him on. His fingers hook once he finds that sweet spot, fox like eyes meeting yours as his lips suckle on your oh so sensitive bundle of nerves

All you can hear is the slurping and sucking sounds mixing with growls and groans coming from his sinful act between your legs. Suna couldn't care less how messy he is right now. Your essence running down his chin, soaking the bed pooling in the palm of his hand. His fingers gripping and pawing at the plush of your thighs. Trying to pull you impossibly closer to his face. His nose buried deep between your folds. Gripping on your thighs to keep them spread for him, not that you would close them with how euphoric you felt. Suna eats your pussy like his life depended on it. Like if he didnt he would simply pass away. He can't go a day without your taste on his lips. 

Suna might jus fuck you after too. Depends on if you can handle one more - even if you say you can't, unless you're looking him in his eyes and telling him earnestly you can't, he knows you can. “M’cant Rin too much” You whimpered out as your hand rested against his lower abdomen. A smile curled his lips as he pressed a kiss against your forehead “yes you can my love, I know you can give me one more.” Suna always made sure you were taken care of. 

His dick is big. He knows it is too. The taste of you on his lips as he finally slides into your needy hole, the quenching sound of your heat taking him in, the audible guttural groan leaving his throat as he did. Inch by inch you sucked him in. Fluttering walls soaking his cock, his head rolling back as his brows knit together, his jaw going slack. “Fuck baby being in side you makes me feel like Im in heaven. You were made for me. Fu-’ah..shit” Suna grunts out as his large hands come to wrap around your hips trailing up your body. Pressing a kiss against every inch of your exposed skin. He loved every single inch of you. Sunas tongue will slip from his lips, licking up the column of your throat. The salty sweet taste of your skin always drove him mad. Teeth nipping at the skin no doubt leaving dark hickeys in his lustful wake. His fingers find your nipples, plucking and tugging at the stiff peaks, rolling them between his fingertips until they're fully erect, aching for more. His lips suckling around them, teeth grazing against them feeling you shiver under his touch.

"Such a needy girl, practically squeezing my cock for all its worth. " Suna growls, catching your gaze with a heated look of his own.

Suna will go ground for round for round. Filling you up, until he's trembling and unable to go anymore himself. Calloused hands bringing rough slaps to your thighs and ass as he kneads at your plush skin. He loves the sounds you make. Mewling his name, watching your body wither and shake from how good he makes you feel. Watching your back arching from the bed, your face twisting to pleasure, how your chest heaves from each thrust and knocking the air from your lungs. He loved it. He needed it like he needed air to breathe.

Tags: @hayatoseyepatch @pixelcafe-network @eevees-hobbies

[narumisassdealer]

oh no.. Im being dragged back to hell my haikyuu era

help

[narumisassdealer]

I’ve realized tumblr shit the quality

💜.

He loves me……really.

Tysm @nagis-wife for the commission!!!! I’m obsessed!!!!