#azumane asahi smut

[doingitforbokuto]

Asahi secretly loves to show you off. He would never admit that though, not to his friends at least.

He would never tell them about how much he loves it when he sees how their eyes go big when they see you or when they compliment you. He tries to hide the blush when he hears people talk about how pretty you are. He makes sure to sit down and hide his growing erection when he hears someone talk about how they can't believe that he pulled someone so out of his league.

He loves it because he knows that he will get to prove them wrong about you being too good for him. He knows that once his head is buried in between your thighs, he has you moaning and whining in no time. Your hands grab at his long hair and your thighs are shaking around his head. His hands have to come up and hold them in place for you or otherwise you'd suffocate him in the most heavenly way.

He loves showing you off because he knows he will get to show you how precious you are, too. He takes you home and shows you just how much he deserves you. He makes you sit on the bed, with the soft mattress under you. He unzips your pants for you and helps you slide them down your legs. Once he has discarded them to the side he carefully kisses his way up your legs. His big hands gently lift one of your ankles up to his lips so he can press small kisses on it. He makes his way upwards as he lays your leg over his shoulder, whispering sweet compliments into your skin.

But most of all, he loves it because he knows that even though you have all those other guys fawning over you, at the end of the night, he is the one you want to go home with.

[oukabarsburgblr]

honestly would love a continuation from the karasuno version, but like at the same time i want the seijoh version 😭😭

i cant choose huuu, tho whatever u decides to write im sure it'll be great (still tho karasuno continuation got me vv 🥴🥴)

Bullying the First Year Pt. 2 [ONESHOT] [HQ KARASUNO]

I'll give you both💜 but the seijoh part will probably take a few days since i dont want the seijoh ver. to be an exact replica of karasuno with diff names and i want to finish watching s2 so i can capture their character properly. I hope you enjoy!

FEATURING : DAICHI SAWAMURA, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, ASAHI AZUMANE x male reader

Continuation of Part 1! Set in Season 2 during Away Games. Drabble!

NSFW stuff, DUBCON AF

Find out more under the cut!

"Ne, Sugawara...Looks like you guys finally got along with (m/n) huh?"

The setter who was drinking from his water bottle turned to Tanaka. The second year glancing at the male manager who was being harassed by Hinata about how cool his spike was. Sugawara only tilted his head in innocent faux. "What do you mean?"

Tanaka hummed as he swirled his bottle. "Well...usually you guys have this weird tension. And Daichi doesn't talk to him but yesterday I saw the captain and (m/n) walking home together and they looked like they were fine." Ennoshita chipped in. "So I wasn't imagining it. Asahi seemed like he always tried to provoke (m/n), but now they're okay with each other. Did anything happen between you guys?"

Tanaka and Ennoshita only asked Sugawara because he was the most approachable out of all the third years. The second years have noticed the beef between their manager and the seniors although they only discussed it in secret. Currently, they're at their away training camp in Shinzen and everything was running smoothly, albeit their losing streak and the fact that (m/n) couldn't make it to their first training camp in Tokyo.

It was weird to think that (m/n), who was not even a player meaning he had more time to study, had failed two subjects and had to take the supplementary exam. Although he denied the offer of riding to Tokyo with Tanaka's sister with Kageyama and Hinata in tow. Daichi didn't give much of a response, only saying he would talk to the (h/c).

That same night they heard Kiyoko scolding, and the beautiful manager never gets mad, but oddly Kiyoko was reprimanding the rest of the third years. Although they couldn't quite capture why was she mad but apparently it involved luring and trapping someone?

Sugawara's face didn't falter as he waved off their concerns, assuring the second years that they had a minor misunderstanding at the start of their introduction and it was all settled.

Free practice ensued as Karasuno went on with their respective goals, Sugawara and Daichi doing a synchronization attack with the others although Asahi was nowhere to be found.

"Sorry! Got caught up with something." The ace sheepishly entered the gym, looking eager and fresh to hit some sets. Nishinoya glanced behind Asahi to see a panting (h/c) who was all sweaty. "What were you doing, (m/n)? You looked like you did a major workout!" He teased the manager who only scrunched up his nose and limped his way to the rest of the managers.

"Huh? Is he injured or something? Why is he walking like that-" "Don't mind him! The night isn't going to be young forever. Let's practice!" Sugawara cut off Nishinoya's sentence as he pushed the libero towards the court, his eyes flickering to Asahi getting smacked by Daichi.

"See (m/n)! Told you, you would get along with us!" Hinata cheered behind the (h/c), who didn't say a word as he accompanied Hinata to the third gymnasium, where Kuroo and Bokuto is playing as well as Akaashi and Tsukishima. "Although it seems that you're more close to the third years than I am. Even though I've known them longer..." The ginger mumbled as he twiddled his fingers.

Again, the manager didn't respond as they entered the gym and (m/n) helped them by collecting stray balls and tossing it to Akaashi. Tsukishima would glance at him a few times before getting lectured by the Nekoma captain.

Daichi stared at the gym doors where (m/n) had exited before turning to Asahi. "...I told you to go easy on him." "Sorry. Got a bit excited. He's cute these days, all fidgety around us." "Do you want to blow us over? Cover your tracks, you idiot." Sugawara hissed as he jammed his elbow into the ace's side.

"The others said that we look like we're all getting along, especially you Daichi." The setter spoke as he ignored the crestfallen ace on the floor. "Really? I didn't think there'd be that much of a difference." The captain tapped his chin, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"You were the meanest out of all of us. I guess he was scared of you the most." Asahi propped himself up as he spoke, ignoring the glaring ravenette.

"...he's obedient now. I prefer it that way."

The setter only laughed as he waved them off. "I'm getting dibs on him in the showers. Don't you dare try to join us." He hissed at the two before hopping off to drag Tanaka into another set, leaving Daichi and Asahi to themselves.

If any other normal person would have listened in on their conversation, they would've been creeped out with how normal they spoke as they danced around the topic.

The boy manager of Karasuno, (m/n) (l/n) who has been reduced to a quiet footman for the seniors. Daichi wouldn't say 'reduced' but more to 'tamed'. It was known that the (h/c) is a brash person, especially around people his age but he would watch his mouth more around his upperclassmen...until he gets angry that is.

When Daichi first saw him stumbling through the gym doors, making a scene, he was quite annoyed, reminded of Hinata and Kageyama's first introduction. He thought it would be another rude junior that would ignore him and the obligated seniority but he was impressed to find that he was a reliable manager and an overall pleasant person to be around.

Maybe he was in a bad mood on that specific day, but he wasn't up for playing 'nice' nor welcoming someone new. His players were already a handful, especially the four idiots and he simply lacked the energy to usher someone around in the already socially established club.

Usually, he would apologise the next day, saying his head was clouded but he saw how annoyed (e/c) leered at him whenever (m/n) thought he wasn't looking or the silent curses he would mumble. That ticked him off and he was cold ever since. And when he found out they were neighbours-

"Daichi. Don't you think you're being...malicious to the new manager?"

The captain turned to the long-haired ace. He didn't respond, only raising an eyebrow to Asahi. Sugawara cut in. "What he meant was why are you acting like a little bitch to our new member? Ignoring him and stuff. The others are starting to ask." He teased the ravenette.

Daichi didn't say much, he only stared at his gym shoes and glanced to the (h/c) who was conversing with the second years. He scanned his figure, his eyes wandering a bit too long on his face and frowned. "He's rude." Sugawara wanted to roll his eyes and spite the captain.

"I want to ruin him."

Both Asahi and Sugawara immediately turned their heads to the captain who held a nonchalant look, a foreign expression for him, while still staring at (m/n). "...Or to see him cry, at least." "..."

The setter scoffed. "I always knew you were a sadist, Daichi." The captain only hummed as he knelt down to tie his shoelaces. "Don't act as if you're oh so innocent, Mr. Refreshing." "Shut up." He stifled a chuckle and stood up again.

"So are we gonna do it?" Asahi turned to glance at the (h/c), gazing at his glistening (s/c) and his fluttering eyelashes on his (e/c) eyes. Sugawara rolled his eyes. "I think he already started it." Daichi was silent, his eyes unwavering.

He didn't think much of it back then. Bullying was always a functioning outlet anyways.

Slaps of skin resonated through the small clubroom with a crying naked manager who was too aroused from the heavy thrusts he was receiving. His back was sore against the wooden table in the middle of the room and his throat was parched from all the screaming and wailing he had done.

"You're so adorable, (m/n)." Asahi groaned into the manager's ears, holding him down and kissing down his neck. The (h/c) only squirmed against the strong brunette, helpless against his ticklish facial hair as his hips stuttered against Asahi's. "-'s too much-ngh! Too much fu- achkk!"

He choked as the brunette sped up his motion, increasing his tempo as he felt his release. "You're our junior and manager, (m/n)." Sugawara cooed as he jacked off the (h/c)'s dick. "This is practically your job, don't you think? Helping us release some steam."

(m/n) wailed as he felt Sugawara squeezing him, he shivered as he felt his hole filled and Asahi biting into his shoulder. His pants were getting heavier as he placed his hand across his face. "I-I don't want anymore..." He whimpered as fingers shoved into his ass, digging out liquids that were stuffed deep into him.

Daichi trailed his fingers over (m/n)'s neck as he took Asahi's spot, pulling the (h/c) closer by his waist. "Be good and we'll play nice with you." Partially a lie, the captain was talking about himself. If the manager was compliant, then he'll be gentle. Not that he hated the contrary.

The manager only cried into his hands as he shakily nodded, not that they could see. "Please b-be gentle to me...Daichi- hiks!" He wheezed as the captain pulled him onto his lap, his naked thighs shivering and Daichi only gripped his hair, already holding his favourite spot.

The captain didn't say anything, only crashing his lips on the (h/c)'s who mewled against his mouth, Sugawara and Asahi smearing their hands all over the pair, drowning them in debauchery and temporary bliss.

Ever since then, (m/n) had been more quiet and polite, especially around the third years. Hinata was confused when the (h/c) mentioned about a study group and at that moment something clicked inside the (h/c)'s head.

He tried avoiding the trio truthfully, it wasn't that hard outside of club hours but he dreaded stepping inside the gym or the clubroom. Sugawara was a clever person, always whisking him away to fuck him under a staircase or asking him to stay after practice and would double penetrate him with Asahi inside the storage room.

He would walk home with sticky cum running down his legs or being cleaned by Sugawara who would take his time with him inside the school communal showers. Asahi would only bother him when he was frustrated, either from studies or not being able to hit his spikes right.

Daichi wouldn't join on their frisky escapades. But Sugawara knew that the captain preferred to be alone with the (h/c).

-

Training camp was over, Coach Ukai finished the debriefing and everyone was dispersing to go home in their respective ways in the late night. (m/n) cursed to himself as he accidentaly slipped on a rock. A hand reached out to stabilise him and the (h/c) glanced to see the captain pulling him up.

"Be careful. It's dark and dangerous right now."

They did live close after all.

"...Thanks." (m/n) mumbled as he pulled his arm back, shoving his hands in his pockets as he continued his way. Daichi silently followed, two steps behind the (h/c).

Their relationship had progressed significantly, after...midterms. (m/n) didn't know what to call it. What he had with the other third years. And it was especially passionate with the captain.

(m/n) was sure his body would give out one day, or one of the second years would find out with how frequent they would pull him in an isolated area and was determined to make him cream his pants as much as he could. At first, he resisted and melted every time one of them would shove their deep fingers into his hole or fucked him nice and slow that would made all of his rebellion disappear.

Sometimes, he caught himself looking forward to those moments. Wondering when will one of his seniors pulled him so they could shove themselves into him, letting him drown in that sinful pleasure.

The grey area he was shoved into was suffocating and risky, but lust conquered all and it conquered him.

"Is anyone home?" (m/n) hadn't noticed that they had arrived at the front of his gates. He turned to see Daichi looking at him, the streetlamp next to them illuminating his handsome features. The captain rarely divulge himself with (m/n), not as frequent as the other two. The scariest of the third years definitely had something in his mind.

"..."

-

"Urmmff- mmng haa ah ah anghh!!" (m/n) moaned as he Daichi pounded his penis into the (h/c)'s hole that was so wet and puckered from the unnecessary amount of lube and fingering the captain did. He definitely appreciated foreplay.

Both of them were in (m/n)'s room, on his bed missionary and only the (h/c) was fully naked as Daichi immediately ripped off all of his clothings as soon as they stepped inside his room.

(m/n) wasn't sure why he let Daichi step in his house. His family was gone, visiting their relatives up north while (m/n) was away at training camp. He could've lied to the captain. Rejecting his advances although he wasn't sure it would be as effective but the fact that he willingly let Daichi enter through the gates of his home and let him follow to his room wasn't so much of a wonder.

Daichi huffed as he gripped one of (m/n)'s thighs, giving it a slap as he watch the flesh bounce from the impact. The (h/c) had his arms around the ravenette's neck as his legs was pushed upwards. His hole tightened around Daichi's cock as he cried when the captain began to shove himself in harder and deeper, going in as far as balls deep inside (m/n)'s puckered and reddened hole.

The captain gazed down at the (h/c)'s face, his eyes wandering and scanning his features as he felt his release nearing. "(m/n)." The manager huffed as his own (e/c) stared down black ones.

Daichi leaned down to kiss the (h/c), pressing his lips oddly in a gentle manner but pushing his legs to his shoulders roughly. "I think you should raise your tongue a bit more." The captain stated as he fucked the manager faster.

(m/n) stuck his tongue out with a confused face although his bottom was shaking from all the sex Daichi shoved into him. The ravenette licked and pressed his tongue all over (m/n)'s who was whimpering feverishly.

The (h/c) doesn't know what to do. What to do of him. What to do of them. But for now, all he could do was to play the nice little junior for them. He was also no longer allowed to show support for his cousin at any volleyball event.

Daichi pushed (m/n) into a mating press, making sure his cum filled the manager all the way in, not wanting for any of it to go to waste. The (h/c) whined as his own penis spurted white semen.

The manager could not see him running away from the third years any time soon.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

aftermath

I am literally falling asleep as I write this but I wanted to post it asap. I will fix it dwdw although I felt this didn't align with the first part very well. I'll add tags tmrw. Next up is Seijoh

[ilylovelyz]

haikyuu boys when protective of you

most likely gets into a fight, does throw the first punch, and dramatically whines afterwards, forcing you to be his personal nurse ATSUMU, TANAKA, nishinoya, terushima, IWAIZUMI, hoshiumi

so insulting and almost degrading to whoever is threatening you that the offender ends up leaving out of embarrassment TSUKISHIMA, shirabu, KUROO, kenma, sugawara, daishou, akira, SUNA, kageyama, ushijima, futakuchi, hanamaki

YOU'RE the one who is protecting them SAKUSA, hachi, bokuto, YAMAGUCHI, GOSHIKI, asahi, tendo, AONE, oikawa (somehow), koganegawa, LEV

does his best to diffuse the situation, but ultimately leaves angry and mentally hexes them KIYOKO, akaashi, KITA, DAICHI, hinata, yaku, hirugami

spends the night in jail KENTARO, semi, yamamoto, mattsun, OSAMU

[4unnyr0se]

❥ timeskip! haikyuu guys reacting to you posting a spicy insta pic | SMAU | part two

characters: ryuunoske tanaka, yuu nishinoya, asahi azumane, daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara

warnings: timeskip! karasuno team members, jealously, implied sexual encountes, lewd language, established relationships, implied markings, asahi being a gentle little baby

MDNI | 18+ content

a/n: pls ignore the shitty quality i am doing my best...should i do nekoma next?

[doodlenoodleboi]

Sally face head cannons

Authors note: If you don’t specify I’m gonna pick for you most of the time it’s gonna be headcanons, they tend to be easier and quicker to write.

TW: Not professional, might have misspellings and improper grammar, I just do this for fun. Nsfw, mentions of drugs, stoner Larry, Larry is 2 years older then Sal, some non accurate writing I haven’t watched or played Sally face in years but remember the general plot. Btw when this wrote Sal is 17-19

SFW

◦ Sal doesn’t have the best relationship with his father.

◦ Sal tends to get misgendered a lot to the point he doesn’t even correct people he couldn’t care less anyways and hates unnecessary confrontation.

◦ Sal keeps his glass eye on his bedside table and one nice he actually drunk out of the cup.

◦ Sal isn’t the best at saving money when it comes to video games. He doesn’t spend his money on much In high school besides games for his game boy and other systems.

◦ Sal loves rock music and listens to music whenever he can, he owns an old stereo along with a walk man and mp3 player. (Keep in mind his teen years are in the 90’s)

◦ Along with his hair Sal also ventured in make up in skincare.

◦ Because half of his face being disfigured he tried his best to at least look normal with make up and help it heal better with skincare.

◦ Sal has the worst split ends and uneven layers because he never actually had his hair cut properly he always has done it himself.

◦ Sal is rather geeky when it comes down to it, owning as much technology as he could by in the 90’s.

◦ Sal is most comfortable showing his face to Larry among anyone else almost like a big brother to him of sorts.

◦ Sal gets rather socially awkward when it comes to people liking him so you would have to be in his friend group to have a chance of a relationship or some established connection before hand.

◦ Once you and Sal become friends as he’s comfortable with you expect things like him painting your nails and rocking out to music

◦ If he does later show romantic interest in you before he shows you his face he will be anxious about what you’ll think about him after he shows you.

◦ He’ll even teach you how to play his guitar if you’re interested.

NSFW

F

◦ Sal Is obviously a virgin it’s hard to get close to him let alone take of his mask so you’ll have to have patience to get to this stage.

◦ For-play could be longer then the actual sex for the first time and he might back out from nervousness before you guys can even start.

◦ Sal is not a shy guy maybe introverted but not shy but moments like this make him extremely vulnerable so he’s flustered and embarrassed.

◦ If you find the courage to kiss him he has his mask on he’s whipped. He would be a flustered and embarrassed mess and he might even tell Larry about how exciting it was. You were probably his first kiss as well.

◦ Sal would be around 5 inches 5.5 hard (let’s be realistic here ain’t nobody taking much past that.) Just enough to reach the back of you’re and make you gag.

◦ Sal even if he’s isn’t pornhub but still likes to prep you, after all sex is a rather sacred thing so he tries his best to treat you with care even with his inexperience.

◦ He would probably be a nervous teenager at the back of Spencer’s trying to find lube (that doesn’t get used) and other things trying not to be seen. Covering up this purchases with a rock album or something of equal value.

◦ Sal is big on after care asking you how it was if it wasn’t obvious, he would be nervous after and still not realizing he actually did that.

◦ Sal isn’t big on giving hickeys but he doesn’t mind being especially on his jawline and neck. When talking to his friends he will just say it a bruise or injury just that’s always been there. But it’s almost obvious that it’s not.

◦ Once you’ve done it once he’s nervous to ask for you to do it again so he does enjoy make out session to keep him down.

◦ Sal didn’t heavily masturbate before hand honestly rarely doing it at all until he had sex once and now that’s all he thinks about ever since.

◦ He loves laying kisses against you when doing it but never hickeys as he’s a bit scared of hurting you.

◦ He holds your hands during sex for comfortability.

◦ His favorite positions would probably be missionary and cowgirl he’s a pretty vanilla switch.

◦ Mostly a service top and a shy bottom, it’s not like he’s generally shy he just gets embarrassed seeing you on top but overtime he gets used to it.

Sorry i accidentally deleted the request!

[samubytheocean]

that thin line of making out

You want it, you’re pretty sure he wants it too. So what do you do when nobody has the courage to make the next move?

Suggestive fluff, maybe smut

His hands are gripping your shirt, so tight just enough for it to wrinkle and ride up your soft skin. It’s funny, because at the same time he is laying down facing you, with this some wall between. But his tongue feels so desperate, and that thin line of sanity you can feel it on his lips. It’s been how long? Hours? You don’t even know. There’s chills along with spit running down your jaw of constant making out. Correction; just. making out.

The feeling of numb lips, an unfamiliar feeling, shoots down into your spine. The fact that you can now recognize his heavy breathing- for it’s basically yours at this point- makes the warmth between your legs pool, and you’re just praying that it’s not seeping through your shorts. He hasn’t even touched away from your shoulders yet.

Your hands are gripping his face, and you can feel every vibration from his throat on your fingertips. Soft hitches of groans escaping into your mouth, it seems to echo back to his, however hard you’re even to keep it down. There’s sweat all over- shit, it might be the spit, you don’t know- and the room feels so hot it’s dizzying. You carefully experiment your fingers- tiptoeing down to his neck, hoping your slow movements won’t give away what you’re thinking.

It’s a weird feeling. You’re so content in this moment, feeling him all around you. Your hands are glued where they are, and you’re holding onto your sanity for dear life, not even knowing why you’re holding back in the first place. In all honesty, you’re sure he feels the same. If you grabbed off his shirt, you know he would be thanking you. The burning twitching in his thighs, every time you bite his plump lips, bucks into yours messily.

You’re curious. The thick layers of sweatpants- something you’ve never even considered before- limits the warmth, and the hardness to be felt from your thighs, where all your senses seem to be focused on. The realization of it- that the fabric is limiting you from him, a part of him that you’ve never explored before, makes your face burn. Yeah there’s no doubt about you wanting to go further. But something in you stops you, as it does him. Shit, you never knew being so similar to each other could make this so frustrating.

He pulls away from you, and the feeling of him taking a shaky warm breath makes you hesitantly open your eyes. And you swear you could have devoured him right there- rolled him over and climbed right on top- by his sinfully blown eyes staring right at your puffy glossy lips. You tense up a little, and glance down to look at his, bitten all cherry red and so pretty. He looks back into your eyes, and you’re not sure what’s in that look. You’re not sure because you feel the exact same way. His eyes are begging with pure adoration and devotion, but of what? Permission? Dismissal?

At this point you wish he would just undress you, or just push you off. Anything, anything to make this situation something else. Anything else than this pure anticipation. Your hands are still on his pulse point, the skin now searing hot and drumming of adrenaline. His hands are gripping your arms, now the sleeves all ridden up and the tense skin touching- quite the courage, by your and his standards, but fuck. You wanted much more. Or a definite less. But oh, so desperately more, if only possible.

“Just so we’re on the same page here, I’m like really hard right now” he spurts out, and the random confession makes you blurt out a blushy laugh. Especially because the vocal expression of a vulgar word to you made his neck glow red. And that bulge in his pants visibly twitch. Huh, would that be the same shade?- hell, the thought makes you look away from his eyes, barely keeping your amused expression. The tension seems a little eased. You sink back into the bed, and God, it hits you that you’re so close to this handsome boy who you’ve got this crush on. And he’s so, so turned on by you. Lucky you.

“Yeah? I can tell.” you giddily whisper back, and for a second you catch the frustration seep out and a adorable mix of embarrassment and relief into his face. Cute. He’s so close, but he’s also so far away. The shallow breathing fans your face, and it smells like lemon candy, along with your chapstick. It’s a dearing combination, you make the mental note to ask about it later. His hands rise a little to fiddle with the edge of your elbows. It’s the most he can do right now, pretty much the only part of your skin that won’t bend his sanity into two. Yet the slim sweat on your arm is really testing him.

“It’s so hot in here” he breaks the silence again. You turn your head to look at him, and he shoots you a sweet puzzled face. To you it looks like a question. Almost a suggestion, a test, maybe a request. And you can’t help but very slowly blurt out, a trembling answer to your darling boy. You already know the answer. It’s almost like you’re asking this to yourself, to convince yourself that you’re in safe, loving, careful hands.

“Ca- can I take your clothes off?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he nods almost absentmindedly with the dumbest nervous smile forming on his lips. But judging from what you’ve seen under the dark lights, his pretty eager face flushing furiously, glittering mouth slightly agape and dark eyes for the tiniest second rolling back- fucking hell-

he almost came right there, in his pants. By your words only.

Yeah. You’re going to fucking devour your man.

YAMAGUCHI, LEV, YAKU, ASAHI, KUROO, OSAMU (come over babe one chance)

YUTA, YUUJI, MEGUMI

ARMINNNNN

[verslxt]

riding his abs

the praisers

as he guides your hips up and down his abs he smiles and kisses your neck "your doing amazing pretty girl". he said pressing his lips to your jaw line as you moved up and down his glistening abs. so close to your climax that you couldn't hide it anymore. "a-ahhh~ m'close" you managed out as you rode out your high on his abs now practically shining in the morning sunlight from your slick and your cum "amazing job pretty girl" he said kissing the top of your head

sugawara koshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, hinita shoyo, daichi sumawara, kenma kozume, ashai azumane, yuu nishinoya, tanaka, kita shinsuke, tadashi yamaguchi lev habia and your favs ♡

the degraders

he lands a harsh harsh smack on your ass as you ride his abs making you yelp and jump "getting off on my abs? such a fucking slut" he degrades you as you continue riding his abs. he grabs some of your ass where his large ass handprint is and gives it a small squeeze. he smiles up at you pulling your wife beater down to reveal your tits. as he latched onto one of your tits you were so close you could almost taste it "m-hm~ m s'close" you moaned out as you came on his abs riding out your high "there we go filthy slut, get off using my abs"

suna rintaro, oikawa tooru, osamu miya, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, hajime iwaizumi, kageyama tobio, aran ojiro, kei tsukishima, kuroo tetsuro, daishou suguru, and your favs ♡

[dlscenarios]

Can They Find It? - Haikyuu Edition

Can they find the clit? Ik I did TR & DL versions like a year or 2 ago. Can’t believe I haven’t done one for HQ.

POST TIMESKIP

MDNI

Obviously -> Kuroo, Yaku, Daichi, Sugawara, Tsukishima, Ukai, Akiteru, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Tendou, Semi, Suna

Has a Vague Idea (Got it first try) -> Oikawa, Osamu, Asahi, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Terushima

Has a Vague Idea (Needed help) -> Bokuto, Atsumu, Tanaka, Nishinoya

No -> Lev, Yamamoto, Kageyama, Hinata

[cvnt4him]

...mikah presents to you...

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fun fact! it's 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 first time doing a kinktober due to this account being created this year! hopefully you all enjoy what cvnt has in store<33

ʚ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑠; ɞ

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❝i hope you all enjoy what my incredible brain comes up with! I am very excited to finally share with you my very own experience with something so important in the fanfic readers/writers community. I hope whatever I manage to bring out is up to your standards and are enjoyable to your liking.—

— Of course, minors [BELOW THE AGE I SAY] and ageless blogs I cannot control you. I will say DNI for my own very purposes however, you all have brains and know right from wrong. do not interact with such things you know you should not. with that being said, may the festivities begin! enjoy your kinktober everyone‹3❞

[ages 17+ are welcome.]

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those in orange will have "dark themes" and/or "extreme" kinks.

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✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢; no nut november. shoyou hinata

ᯓ ❝ in hopes of besting his peers in a challenge hes never participated in, he tries his hardest to last throughout the entire november. how does it all turn out?❞

contains ➪ dry humping, sub!M?, slight choking, m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔧𝔳𝔢; save a horse—ride a what?! izuku midoriya

ᯓ ❝ you meet a well-known cowboy around town! he seems awfully sweet and charming. He gets you out of a pretty sticky situation; little did you know it came with a price.. ❞

contains ➪ bondage, spit/drool, fingering, ass slapping, choking, sir kink, size kink [slight], m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔧𝔫𝔢; wardrobe malfunction. izuku x kirishima

ᯓ ❝ you're on your way to check up on your friends to see if they've gotten all suited up in their Mirko outfits for the photoshoot, you see one of them had a bit of trouble..izuku being the helpful guy he is, he offers the red haired foe a hand,.. things get a little..too handy in the meantime..❞

contains ➪ m!sub, soft!dom zuzu, mm4f, anal, oral m recieve, fingering, spit mention, slight hair pulling

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫; rainy days seem as if they'll never end. sugawara koushi.

ᯓ ❝ as fall approaches the days get drowsier, slower in some sort. rain and color changing leaves decorate the town. just your luck, your umbrella gets stolen. a charming and handsome fellow helps you out and offers a date that ends a bit too well.... ❞

contains ➪ soft sex, praise, reader is called a 'good girl' m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫; whore's don't deserve anything. tsukishima kei

ᯓ ❝ you were a foreign exchange student. everyone seemed to love you the second you joined the club, not him however. he hated your body, your looke, the way you walked, talked, and acted. You were insufferable and a damn idiot! the worst part is....you seemed to turn him on...tutoring you would've been his last option however, he wanted to finally get you alone. give you a piece of his mind and maybe a little more..❞

contains ➪ chubby!reader, victim complex, head pushing, forcing, slight noncon, degrading, bullying, oral m recieve, dumbification, m4a

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢; bunny boy. izuku midoriya

ᯓ ❝ in this world of hybrids and humans, hybrids are known as pets, animals. despite the similar features they have to humans they are still considered pets. They walk around on leashes or with collars and act as sworn protectors to their owners. you adopt a cute little bunny boy! His names izuku! You two grow up together and are rather inseparable. However...it's izukus first rut, he doesn't know what to do! will you help him?❞

contains ➪ sub!m, virginies, heat/rut, hybrid AU, handjobs, mentions of breeding, bunny shenanigans?? m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔧𝔳𝔢; situationship. kuroo tetsuro

ᯓ ❝ you're a reporter there alongside one of your longtime friends and partners to help interview volleyball players and bring people together through sports! You get a little too chatty with one of the players and that just doesnt sit right with him....❞

contains ➪ public sex, hair pulling, ass slapping, slight choking, spit, m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔫𝔧𝔫𝔢; never again. asahi azumane.

ᯓ ❝ your husband finally gets back home from a business trip and surprises you with a lovely scenery! He confesses he won't be leaving your side anytime soon!!❞

contains ➪ fluff infused smut, gentle sex, slight praise m4f

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔯𝔱𝔶; separation anxiety. izuku midoriya.

ᯓ ❝you meet a cutesy little teacher for the first time by saving a local eatery. The hostages thanked you and he couldn't help but admire you, you're an upcoming hero who doesn't get too much action, he made sure to pull a few strings to get you the recognition you deserved. He spoke to you once and felt as if you'd put him under a spell, he couldn't be apart from you..not now not ever. when he found out you were getting married to some bozo, well, that didn't sit right with him at all...❞

contains ➪ obsession, st@lk!ng, masturbation, bondage, mentions of k¡dn@pp!ng, fantasies, misogyny, m4a [hinted towards f!reader w misogyny]

✧ 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔧𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢; was your mic muted? kenma kozume.

ᯓ ❝ you were dating a well known streamer, it was his whole entire life to play video games and people loved watching him play. you were familiar with his schedule and the way he did things to a certainty, it slipped your mind that he might've been streaming today and you were a little...rowdy. there's no shame in wanting to spend time with your significant other!! you asked for a little action and he happily obliged not warning you there were others...❞

contains ➪ oral m recieve, reader gets called good girl like once or twice,

Bonus!!

Lost in the woods.. kirishima x bakugou x reader fantasy AU

Fucked by masked men?! MHA edi

includes, midoriya, bakugou, kirishima, sero, shoto, shinsou,

Fucked by masked men?! HQ edi

includes, hinata, bokuto, kageyama, ushijima, kuroo, tsukishima.

These will come a little later!!

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Don't forget to let me know what you think!

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final part asahi x feral reader w/ a size k!nk

skip the intro if you want again, (i marked the beginning of actual smut for ease of navigating) couldn't resist adding some kuroo stuff bc i love writing him even if its not sexual/thirst. this has turned a bit more into porn with plot forgive me i'm simple

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

info. nsfw / soft+rough kissy missionary sex / mentions of personal restraint / multiple orgasms / mentions of masturbation / gentle giant!asahi / asahi keeping your mouth shut / mutual size kink / sweet asahi / dacryphilia if you squint / sex toys (vibrator) / kuroo's sister!reader / kuroo cockblocking / kuroo being protective / 3.6k words / thanks for reading this asahi series!! it's been a delight!

haikyuu collection. more hq here! part one here. part two here. part three here.

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You chose some giant clothes to cover the fact that you weren't wearing anything underneath.

Then, with your security chair out of the way, you quietly slipped into the hall.

The familiar sound of Helldivers 2 on the entertainment speakers assaulted your ears. Of course, he got to invite friends over for the weekend.

You padded downstairs, the ache between your legs nearly unmanageable. You clenched your fists at the sight of his lazy ass as you walked behind the couch to get to the front door.

It was funny how quickly he zapped all desire from your body. You did not enjoy sobering up so quickly.

"I thought you said you were staying home!" Tetsurou called as soon as you grabbed the leash off of the rack.

You nearly pulled a muscle rolling your eyes so far back. You shook the thing violently from the doorway so he'd get it through his thick skull that you were literally doing what he texted you to do.

A couple voices muttered something, but your brother spoke volumes above it--

"Wait two seconds, shit-head!"

You clipped the hook into your dog's collar. To Hell with whatever he wanted. You unlocked the door and slipped on a pair of giant, black crocs.

That garbage pile gave you enough grief about your no-plans-plan in the past 12 hours to deserve being stranded on a barrel in the middle of the ocean. He could handle playing games with his friends while you went to walk the dog.

"C'mon, baby," You cooed and closed the door behind you.

It was, thankfully, nice and cold outside. You were glad you opted for some warm clothes.

"Where are my shoes?!" He yelled through the crack in the door. Almost to the end of the driveway, you didn't figure he had the gumption to follow you without them.

You pushed your hood up and pulled the strings.

A stop at the other side of the gate, and you waited for Maru to finish pissing in order to continue the walk. The big, empty street looked a little creepy in the dark.

flip!-flip!-flip!-flip!-flip!

You were glad to not be alone, but still threw your head back when he rounded the corner. His hands were shoved into his basketball shorts and he was shivering.

You both looked down to each other's feet at the same time. He had to put on your flip-flops, so his heels were hanging out the back and his grippers were on the pavement.

A silent exchange went down, one shoe at a time.

Now walking again, you returned to your baseline agitation.

"I don't need a bodyguard to walk the dog."

"Try being a little less stupid, and I'll trust you to not run off with the first guy you see."

You stopped dead in your tracks. "You think this is me sneaking out?"

He didn't respond quickly enough.

You kept walking, glad he was so cold that his teeth were chattering, "You're an idiot--."

He pushed you, unable or unwilling to argue.

"Why would I sneak out with the dog?" You muttered.

Another stop for Maru. It was silent, again, and you were wishing he would just go back by himself already.

"What's that smell?" He sounded ridiculously close to your head.

You looked up and realized that was because he was sniffing your hood. A sudden insecurity of smelling like sex flashed through you.

Pushing hard on his chest, you declared, "Fuck off."

It didn't send him flying the way you wanted it to. It only pissed him off, especially because he knew that smell from somewhere. He just couldn't recall exactly how right now.

You expected him to push or slap you back, so you tensed, but no such move was made.

"One day you'll thank me," He muttered with a grumpy chuckle.

A glance didn't do you any good. It was too dark to see his face.

"For what?" You rolled your eyes again.

It was quiet for so long that you were certain he had just been joking. As if he did anything to help you out, anyway. All he did was piss you off and get in your way.

"For making sure you don't get hurt."

Frustration on the tip of your tongue, you began to retort, "I--," but fell short of the will to say anything back for a minute.

Your glancing around in the dark didn't help you form any thoughts.

Maybe Asahi being so kind was just luck. Not the wise intuition you claimed to be guided by. There were already many times tonight that could've made a turn for the worse, and you hadn't realized until after the fact.

That didn't change how you felt, though, other than some newfound patience for Tetsurou's difficult, demanding nature.

Maru didn't want to go much further than the fifth lamp post, so your small party turned around before you could cross the street.

It was quiet on the way back. Just the jingle of your dog's collar and the flip-flip of these shoes you hated.

You rounded the corner and closed the gate behind you, Tetsurou opting to walk ahead since it was evident to him that there was no danger anymore.

It was just getting to be a comfortable silence when he had to speak up one last time.

"Has this tree always been sideways?"

You genuinely thought it was a joke, so you didn't spare a look when you crossed behind him to get inside. He caught you shoulder the way you hated so much and you swiped your hand to hit him, but saw what he was talking about and froze.

The both of you took a moment, dumbfounded, to stare at your lawn tree. It looked nearly snapped, like a hurricane had come through, but it hadn't rained in weeks. Nothing else was wrecked. Just the tree.

You felt guilty about it for just a second, but rationalized that it had nothing to do with you. You weren't sure what that was from.

"Maybe it was rotted from the inside?" You thought out loud.

He glanced around, suspicion at its full peak, and guided you inside swiftly by your upper back.

Tetsurou locked the door behind you and stayed stock-still, staring through the peephole for so long you didn't bother saying anything to him before heading back upstairs.

At your door, you heard him call to Kenma and Bokuto.

"Did one of you kick that tree in the yard?"

You collapsed against the door with a soft shut and an even softer sigh.

There was no time to deconstruct everything that was discussed, because your eyes followed a sound that nearly made you jump out of your skin.

The man took up so much of your bed. He was on his back, scarred knuckles brushed slowly up and down, a casual pump to quell his impatient cock.

His hand fit much better around it than yours. In his other hand, held closer to his face, he was clicking a small device- the familiar buzz of which inspired a complete takeover of tension between your legs.

Your embarrassment was no secret, and neither was his curiosity.

"I'd love to use this," He grinned and looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes.

It took some effort to find the lock on the door and make your shaky way over to the bed. Like last time, he met you at the side.

However, you noticed that before you left, he didn't have the same edge in his brow, or the eagerness that defined the way he pulled you into him.

When you stumbled, he caught you and tilted your head for a restless kiss. He was shoving his hands under the waistband of your pants and humming a sort of approval against your cool lips. It sent your stomach back into those fluttery waves of excitement all over again.

"You should take your clothes off," He muttered, fully immersed in his desire since he never had to sober off of it.

"Yeah- I should," You breathed against his rough, needy lips.

You were slipping back in quickly, though, when he took your lips in a chaste, passionate kiss all over again. His hands were slipping over your skin, discarding your hoodie before you could do it yourself.

His whole body was warm, it felt like he was burning through you when you stepped out of your pants and fell against his front. Like a melting ice cube.

When he picked you up this time and set you down, it was less premeditated, more animalistic. You gave a giggling smile when he parted your legs for him.

Any shyness he had before was long-gone after 10 minutes of imagining what he was going to do to you- you squirmed at his spit-slick fingers slipping over your soaking cunt.

"Still so wet for me," He muttered, pleased, into your hair, while his massive body settled over you.

That intense, near-evolutionary drive kicked in again where you believed you could take whatever he wanted to give you all night. It may have been the smell of his sweat, it may have been his grumbly voice.

"Obviously," You smirked. He grinned at your confidence.

"We can take this slow," He rolled a condom on without wasting any extra time, "I don't wanna hurt you."

The statement floored you for a moment. He didn't notice as he lined himself up with your tightness.

It echoed in your brain during the most contradictory part possible.

He sank into you- it wasn't easy, but after hours of build-up -more if you counted the self-pleasure you couldn't resist before he arrived- it was beyond rewarding to watch all of the stress and worry on his brow melt away in one smooth, slow stroke.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck," You whined, his grasp on your hip reassuring, but still a pen in which you couldn't wriggle from or adjust against, "God-!"

Your thighs twitched on either side of him, forcibly relaxed- you tried to catch your breath, but felt like your lungs were too constricted to do so.

His thumb brushed your cheek.

Patience and gentleness in the midst of it all allowed you to breathe a little easier.

Only kindness, with a hint of pity, remained in his expression as you gasped and struggled to ease up around his cock.

He looked away for a moment, his hand leaving the side of your face, and you heard a saving grace.

Asahi did you the liberty of placing it against your clit. His face lit up at the sight and sound of your newfound gratification.

"I bet that feels better, huh?" He smiled against your parted lips, stealing a few of your moans with an excited kiss.

There was a hard-to-pin inquisitiveness about his attitude surrounding your vibrator. Like he was dying to use it on you, feel you writhe around his still cock.

"Ohh my god-! Ah-Mn!" You cried against his lips.

It was met with chuckle and the slow pump of his hips sinking deeper into you.

It dulled the discomfort of his size, leaving only a feeling of fullness between your legs, a satisfied craving, and the intense waves of pleasure from your clit.

His pretty face and perfect body over you- how could you not just announce your paradise to everyone in the city?

One hand laced in yours, and you took control of your vibrator to swirl it the way you preferred while he picked up his leisurely pace.

He barely caught your high-pitched tone at the combination with an alarmed kiss.

Stalling, he warned, "You gotta be quiet," and leaned to press further kisses against your neck.

He quickly learned that you weren't going to stay that way for him, even if his balls were allegedly on the line.

The feeling of him going deeper, your thighs bouncing from his weight that shifted your entire body, and the building waves over your clit.

"Asahi," Came out in a needy moan.

"Shhh," He cooed, gripping the bottom half of your face to get your focus on him.

The beat of his thighs against the back of yours stole your attention instead- you squeezed against his palm with furrowed brows.

Another noisy cry at his size splitting through you, and he instinctively covered your mouth to shut you up.

He thrust hard into you and stayed there, earning a pitiful whimper, and leaned in close to catch your avoidant eyes.

A mutter against your heated skin, "Do I need to keep you quiet?"

His cock was stretching you beyond your limits- that steely look in his pretty brown eyes was so layered.

You clenched around him, butterflies attacking you now, of all times, at his stern tone, but genuine concern.

A gorgeous smile spread across his features when you nodded, helpless, but honest.

He felt too good- he filled you up better than you had imagined. You were stunned to feel that you were already close. There was just no possible way.

This wasn't how you wanted it to go.

It was too soon- you didn't want it to be over so quickly. But now, of course, you realized you didn't have the physical capacity to take him all night.

You tried moving the overwhelming buzz away from your needy clit, but met the resistance of his hand instead.

He pressed just enough to guide you right to an edge you couldn't pull back from. You whimpered against his palm.

You couldn't tell him you were about to cum. You couldn't move away, or speak, nor did you possess the will to push against him. All you did was claw, weak, across his back.

The look in his eyes responded to your subtle panic-pleasure without a word. A gentle fondness that he shouldn't have been capable of while he gave you his rougher strokes.

He removed his hand from your mouth just to swallow your sounds with a starved kiss, an avid grumble at the back of his throat when you took his tongue so well.

"Mm-!" You squeaked, nails digging deep red trenches into his shoulder.

It was an ultimate submission you never had the insurance to safely experience before.

You got the chance for a gasp before getting cut off -half a second before you could alert the entire house- by his huge palm again.

Asahi groaned as you tightened around him. He quickly shut himself up by flexing away the pleasure and leaning down to pant, warm breath spilling against your ear.

"Shh- I got you," His kindhearted whisper strung you along, crushing you underneath his weight, while he repeated that sweet promise, "I got you, baby."

All your worry of it being too soon dissipated as your orgasm wracked through your entire body and filled you with pure bliss. He fucked you hard and steady through it and didn't even grant you the dignity of looking away from him.

Your chest was tight at the end of it, eyes stinging, and you would've sobbed if he wasn't still keeping you quiet.

He watched your journey the whole time through your eyes, wholly captivated by your big, glossy fixation on him. When you blinked away the burn, he took no time to kiss them away.

Your body naturally relaxed, a twitchy and overstimulating process.

He slowed for you after he sucked the rest of your complicated tears up.

He was so heavy, so adamant on keeping your noise down that you couldn't tell him to stop. You weren't sure that you would try, even if he wasn't hindering your communication. The fact that you trusted him so much right now wasn't necessarily wise, but it felt right.

His growing intensity didn't hurt, but it didn't start to feel good until a raspy voice told you:

"Feels so good," He swallowed the spit gathered in his mouth and seethed, a light chuckle breezing past his lips, "You got no fuckin' clue."

That was just kind of sinful confession that gave you nervous chills even though he was already fucking you senseless.

He studied how your eyes clouded over at his words. A restrained, toothy smile nudged your jaw in a sugary kiss.

"I'm not gonna be able to get enough of you," He finally took his hand off of your lips and you were able to gasp at the impact of his words.

When he readjusted, he swept your legs up to his shoulders and dipped back down.

"A-Ah!" You barely choked out before he moved his hand back to its diligent place over your loud mouth.

He was so deep- you felt like he'd split right through you. Yet, you welcomed the possibility with the blessing of another steady-growing climax.

Yet, only one of you was so careless. He was so tender, so considerate because he could feel it, too. How fragile you really were in this position in regards to his size.

"God," He sighed at your loving stare.

"Gonna- ah, make me cum, lookin' at me like that," He groaned, a bit strained.

He finally dipped his head with closed eyes at the sweet, slick heat he just wanted to bury himself in. He couldn't get too carried away, now that it was starting to get difficult.

Your shitty stamina stroked his ego so much that he forgot he wouldn't be too far behind for a while. He got a bit ahead of himself and was paying for it with the climbing pressure in his stomach.

Your pussy was reason enough to fuck you harder, but that face was what really tested him.

His hand twitched at the compelling desire to hear you scream for him, but again, had to keep his sanity for the two of you. Next time he would make sure that brother of yours wouldn't be in the way.

He tried to keep an edge going, but found it laughably difficult to settle down.

If it wasn't your Fuck-me-harder eyes building up the needing to cum, it was your cute tits squished against your soft, scratched-up thighs, right under his chest.

It was impossible to keep himself from riding that high in the end.

As if to spite him, to completely spend all of his restraint, your watery eyes rolled back again. Your muffled whines filled his ears as you tightened once more around him, weaker this time but still more than enough to send him over the edge.

"G-od,fu-ck," He groaned, hitting just the right spot to fuck out both of your orgasms.

You felt him swell inside of you, his grip on your hand crushed yours back to the point that you couldn't claw him, his hips stuttered to a slow stop, deep inside of you.

A sense of satisfaction beyond the physical softened your face, your resistance between his fingers, and all your aching muscles. You weren't quite sure what it was, but didn't feel rushed to figure it out.

He was trembling when he released the lower half of your face, a beautiful sweaty and out of breath mess on top of you.

Once again, you gasped at the opportunity to breathe better.

He tensed up immediately and you flinched at the twitch of his cock inside of you.

"Shit- was I choking you?" He managed to stay worried right after he came.

You grinned, carefree on the backend of your own, and shook your head, "Mm-mm."

The look of unmatched relief that washed over him was supremely attractive.

He pulled himself out, slowly, and made a face at how much he came before turning to discard the tied-up thing into the trash with a solid toss.

You welcomed his cuddly shuffle up to your side by burrowing into his slippery chest, and sighed at last, "Cute butt."

That, of all things, made him uncomfortable. He cringed when you spared a glance up to his face from his chin. You rolled your eyes at his overthinking.

"You must be an athlete, or something--," You rubbed your face harder into his chest and felt his laugh resonate throughout your body.

It all felt natural. The joking, the cuddling, the winding down. You both forgot that you weren't together, let alone that you had only known each other for less than a week.

It was already warm with him next to you, but you were happy to be under the soft throw he found and pulled over.

"I can't believe you came twice," His soft laugh invited an embarrassed, but sharp look from you.

He clarified, "It's really hot, don't get me wrong--,"

"I'm not usually so easy," You half-joked.

A big, handsome guy that knew how to use his dick, went down on you, listened to you, and didn't shy away from a vibrator? It'd be a challenge to find a girl who wouldn't cum that quick.

You blushed under the cover of darkness at his gentle, comforting hold on your breast and reassuring kiss to the side of your neck.

The ache in your belly was evident when you were flipped over to be little spoon. It burned pretty bad and you couldn't exactly hide it.

"Did I hurt you--?"

"No," You muttered, clearing your throat, "No, I wouldn't say that."

He placed a big hand on your tummy, feather-light, and you looked over your shoulder to meet his perceptive gaze.

You sure as hell couldn't lie to this guy. He saw right through you.

You pouted and gripped your pillow. Of course you couldn't handle his dick the way you wanted to, the way you bragged about or even genuinely thought you could.

"You were so good," You admitted, a little sad in tone.

A warm kiss to the back of your head. He took the weight of his arm off of your sore body, sighing into your hair.

"You were, too."

He decided to drop the subject, since you both had strong opinions that seemed to clash.

You smiled.

You talked about a range of topics for the rest of the night. General information, first, then personal interests that turned into a long conversation about volleyball, then family history, then academics, then personality, goals, and attraction.

Soon it was 4 in the morning. You were eating popsicles from your freezer and discussing the adventure he had to get up to your window.

You both watched, trying your best to stay quiet, a minutes-long video one of his friends sent in the Karasuno volleyball group chat of him falling out of the tree outside.

A hand flew up to your mouth to silence your intense giggle-fit. You had no idea how you were going to keep something like this a secret from Tetsurou.

Before too long, the pain in your tummy was just an ache and the stranger in your bed turned into a lover overnight.

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Yandere! Asahi Azumane NSFW Profile

Yandere! Asahi Azumane x fem! reader

TW: kidnapping, mentions of non-con, light somnophilia, masturbation, panty sniffing, breeding, lactation kink, mentions of pegging, Asahi wears lingerie, size kink but remember that Asahi is very large and it's written with the idea that everyone is smaller than Asahi, one very, very brief mention of reading not eating enough, fem reader, MDNI

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Before having you in his life, sex was something Asahi wasn’t super comfortable with. Despite coming more out of his shell with the passing years, he’s never truly shaken off his shyness, and so the prospect of casual sex is absolutely not something he’s interested in.

He’s had a girlfriend or two and is thus not a stranger to women’s bodies, but he’s found that he’s simply just not that sexual of a man. Sex just wasn’t important to think about – he gets easily flustered even as a fully grown adult, and while he can handle mature conversations about intimacy, just the thought of being so lewd and bending someone over to have his way with them gets his ears turning red, his knees buckling and his words coming out all slurred and distorted because he can’t think clearly.

It’s embarrassing, if he’s being honest, and so he finds himself simply avoiding sex and, in turn, partners. And this extended into his personal sex life and habits as well – he’s not the most regular in terms of touching himself, preferring to just let the bout of horniness or the occasional incessant boner pass on its own.

He’ll do it occasionally to relieve tension and because he enjoyed how it feels, but it’d only happen a few times a month, if only because the embarrassment was difficult to overlook. After all, how lonely is it to look down and see his own hand wrapped around his cock? Familiar fingers gripping his red, swollen length in the comfort of his own room, the lame background music he’d put on to feel better doing absolutely nothing.

The reality is that Asahi is actually quite lonely before you step into his life – he's not quite smooth and suave enough to be successful with women or even be willing to put himself out there, and the realization that the only way for him to get some sort of sexual relief is via himself makes him too sad to indulge often.

And even once you step into his life, this is still true – except now there’s the addition feeling of yearning, wishing so strongly that it’s your fingers instead of his own (or perhaps your mouth, your breasts, or – god forbid – your pussy) that touching himself becomes even more of an emotional struggle.

And as time passes, Asahi sticks to his typical pattern of seldomly masturbating – but then his feelings grow deeper, his infatuation with you festering more and more, his thoughts about you delicately toeing the line between sweet and only slightly disturbing to downright depraved.

After all, how can he not imagine fucking you in every position he’s ever seen?

How can he not imagine the sight of you perched in his lap, pretty body bare for him to ogle while you scoop your hips up and down, moaning his name and guiding your lips to latch onto a bouncing nipple, your cunt squeezing down on him like a fucking vice?

The embarrassment is still there, of course, as is the shame and loneliness, but his feelings for you are just too strong to ignore, his desperation too insistent to quell. And with every gasping, toe-curling orgasm that wracks his body, Asahi comes closer and closer to deciding that he needs you, that just his hand or his pillow aren’t enough to satisfy him.

No, he needs you – your touch, your body, your pretty, tight, warm walls sucking him in so hard that you never let him go.

As the frequency with which he gets off increases, Asahi finds that he has a particular system for how he pleasures himself - and it involves a secret that he is not proud of.

He’s not especially proud of the fact that he relies exclusively on the (now a bit ragged) pair of panties you’d accidentally left at his apartment in order to get off, but it’s too late to change now. You’d had a rather serious dental procedure, and had turned to Asahi to request that you stay the night at his place to minimize your driving and responsibilities while the anesthesia wore off.

Asahi had of course jumped at the chance, ending the phone call with shaking fingers, a blush covering every inch of his face, and his heart practically beating out of his chest at the prospect of sharing a roof with you for a night just like couples do. And he’d been attentive to your every need; cooking you a warm soup, getting the best sheets he had and letting you sleep in his bed rather than the couch.

(Of course, he still hasn’t washed those sheets after you’d slept in them – if he tries hard enough to thinks he can smell you in the fabric, occasionally finding strands of your hair by his pillow and letting each one sit on the tip of his tongue for just a moment, savoring the taste of you.)

You’d forgotten a pair of underwear in your overnight bag, and while Asahi had meant to tell you, curiosity got the better of him and before he knew it he was picking them up, swallowing thickly, and thumbing at the double-layered section that rubs right up against your folds. It was all too easy to imagine how you must look in them – the mental image of you making a shiver erupt down his spine, needing to lean on his desk for support.

He felt a bit guilty for not returning them, but he couldn’t help it - they were so utterly you, your favorite color and a style he just knows would frame your cute little ass perfectly, your plush thighs and creamy skin sitting on display and practically begging to be kneaded, squeezed at, marked up and bruised with hickeys.

And that night, as he lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, thinking of your face and how he’d quite literally give up his own life just to kiss you once, just to feel your lips pressed snugly against his own, slowly the more risqué thoughts are drifting into his mind.

What would it feel like to have you kiss other parts of his body? How would you taste if he kissed your collarbone, gently suckled on a nipple, licked a long stripe up the puffy lips of your cunt?

How would you react if he were to teasingly kitten lick at your clit, or if he whispered a heated, honest I love you into your ear as he pushed deep inside of you and filled you to fucking brim with his cum?

His mind slowly drifts to more lewd areas, his body growing hot as he imagines you riding him like your life depended on it, bouncing up and down and making your entire body jiggle, your tits bouncing in his face and your voice thin and gasping as you tell him that it’s too much, I can’t Asahi, please, need you to fuck me now…

And soon, he’s deciding that he can’t just ignore the stroke of luck he’d gotten that day, that he’d somehow managed to come by a pair of your panties, something he’s only been able to dream about. And as he locks his door and dims the lights a bit, he’s snatching the pair of panties he’d neatly folded and placed on top of his dresser.

Immediately, he notices the slight fresh stain against the crotch, and his eyes go wide - you had already worn them? They’d already touched the slick, warm place between your legs, the place that gets Asahi salivating and bright red with just a mere thought?

With shaking hands, he timidly brings the cloth up to his nose, inhaling and moaning aloud as the smell he can only describe as you clouds his senses. They’re pungent, proof that you must have had a long day with them adorning your pretty body, and immediately his cock is standing at attention, his tip flushed and oozing precum in copious amounts, his balls occasionally twitching in desperation, practically begging to be touched. He lays the panties down against his face, tilting his head back slightly so that the cloth stays against his nostrils, the smell of you filling every breath his takes.

He gulps, wrapping his fingers around himself, hissing slightly at the pressure and letting his eyes drift closed. He gently squeezes, bringing his hand up to the tip, using his thumb to swirl around his slit for a moment as he brings the material once more up to inhale again.

He groans, the pleasure sending shivers down his spine, and before he knows it his fist is pounding down against his pelvis, long strokes against his rock hard cock as he grunts and lowly moans your name, airy breaths of oh – oh you’re so pretty, I love you – hah, love that pretty pussy of yours.

The pace is purposefully slow, his movements still a bit timid because he’s worried he’ll come too fast, that he’s too pent up, that the smell of you will send him over the edge way too soon.

He doesn’t want this moment to end – the pleasure, the exploration, the feeling of having you the closest he’s ever had. He continues to sniff and whine, absolutely amazed at the wonderful, musky scent of you, fantasies running through his mind about the way you’d react to him touching you, to him sinking his cock inside of you again and again and turning you into a trembling, incoherent mess all for him.

He can’t help himself from imagining what you’d smell like when you’re finally in front of him, a groan slipping from his lips as he imagines the way you’d feel perched on his face, your thighs caging in his head and your fingers raking through his hair as he slurps and sucks and moans against you, desperation lacing his movements because god he wants to make you come.

He can’t help but imagine you taking every inch of him inside that warm little pussy of yours, sucking him in and gripping onto his swollen length so tightly he’s sure you must never want to let go. And his eyes flutter close his lips part slightly, drool pooling in his mouth as he loses himself in the pleasure, the feeling of his hand so much better than normal now that he has something to smell, something that’s so clearly you rather than just his thoughts. His hand picks up a bit, and as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, panties still draped over his face when he stops short, eyes flying open as his hips buck wildly.

Tentatively he sticks his tongue out once more, rolling it against the crotch of your panties. Immediately his eyes are flying open and he’s whining your name, hips bucking up as he runs his tongue along the fabric once more, relishing the taste of you against his tongue.

Curses and whimpers of your name along with yes, o-oh yes yes yes, god feels so – so good fly out of his mouth. Suddenly a particularly hard clench of his abs makes him gasp, the words slurred and nearly incoherent as he moans out ‘m gonna – I can’t hold it in, a-ah oh god ‘m-!

His whole body tenses, every breath he takes smelling like you you you as warm cum spurts up and onto his chest, the t-shirt he’s wearing utterly destroyed as it just keeps coming, rope after rope. He’s moaning your name, eyes squeezed shut as he loses himself in your taste, imagining he’s buried as deeply in you as possible, stuffing you full of his cock that he’s all you can feel, all you can see and hear and taste and think of.

It takes him a few minutes to recover, and once his breathing is steady once more he’s staring at his ceiling, in shock of how good it felt to have your scent and taste, to make it seem just a bit more realistic. He’s careful with your panties as he delicately picks them up off of his face, chest still heaving with the residual pleasure of his orgasm, dutifully and carefully folding up the cloth.

After much debate he ends up slotting the panties neatly under his pillow, swallowing heavily and practically giddy with the knowledge that he’ll be sleeping so close to something of yours, his face mere inches away from you, basically.

And that night, as he lays in bed, he’s breathing in hard, hoping to get even the slightest whiff of you from below his pillow, sleep eventually lulling him into dreaming about you laying in his arms, his cum still leaking out of you.

FAVORITE BODY PARTS:

Your hands

Asahi’s always found himself drawn to your hands. Perhaps because his job requires so much of his hands between sewing, measuring, tailoring, and everything else, or perhaps because he’s simply attracted to them.

Regardless, Asahi quickly discovers that every time he’s with you, he’s always aching to reach out and intertwine his fingers with yours, to feel your palm pressed against his own.

And really, they’re just so small compared to his own rough, calloused hands – so soft and delicate, something he can stare at for hours without growing tired.

He’ll trace every line, every mole and mark, memorizing each and every detail because it all just feels so important. He doesn’t care whether your fingers are long and dainty, shorter and wider, veiny and pale, anything and everything is pure perfection to Asahi, and he’ll be worshipping your hands no matter what condition they’re in.

Even in the early stages of his obsession with you, he’s always been interested in them – the way you idly crack your knuckles, how you mindlessly tap random rhythms against your desk when you’re bored or waiting for something, how you run your fingers over your hair when you’re focusing.

He has a tendency to stare, and while he thinks that you don’t catch him often (you d0, but based upon the fire engine blush on his cheeks and the way his eyes immediately dart away, you figure it’d be kinder to not confront him about it), he’s been fascinated since day one with how they could possibly feel, how soft your fingers would be, the exact lines on your palms, whether they get clammy easily or not.

And once your relationship moves to the point of any sort of affection, Asahi’s preference for your hands will quickly become apparent – he’s trying to hold them at any chance he can get, intertwining his fingers with your own, bringing them up to kiss each knuckle individually, listing off a thing he loves about you for each.

He loves the way they feel against his own calloused palms, how your fingers are so much shorter than his own, how when you hold your palm up against his, you barely reach his last knuckles.

It only furthers his perception of you being so in need of protection, and he loves to feel those hands against him, touching him. He loves the sight of your fingers wrapped around his thick cock, barely able to wrap fully around, such a stark contrast to the hard, pulsing, veiny expanse of his length. He loves the friction as you thrust your hand up and down, biting his lip and knitting his brows together because even though it’s just a simple handjob it feels so much better when it’s your hands and fingers wrapped around him.

He loves how they feel against him when you’re touching him, running them along his front and down below his v line, how it sends shivers down his spine just to have you ghost a fingertip against his sensitive skin.

He likes holding your hand while he fucks you, keeping his grip on you firm as his hips steadily thrust into you, the pleasure slowly mounting. His fingers clench onto your own progressively tighter, until they nearly crush yours as he stares down at you with wide eyes, his lips falling open into a desperate moan of I – coming! while he buries his face in your neck, filling you with spurt after spurt of cum.

He loves the way you scratch his down his back as he hovers over you, the pleasure and pain mixing together while he focuses on holding off his orgasm for as long as possible, not wanting to end the feeling of being inside of you, not wanting to end the way you’re clutching onto him and moaning for him, begging for him and telling him that he feels so good Asahi ‘m gonna come-!

Asahi loves your hands, and at any given time he’ll be touching them in some capacity - whether it be holding your hand, resting his cheeks against your palm or sucking at your fingers while you toy with him and make tears well up in those pretty eyes of his.

He just loves them. 

His hair

He’s long harbored fantasies of you playing with his hair, to feel you giving it attention and mindlessly running your fingers through it.

He’s absolutely convinced that it would be the most comfortable, wonderful thing in the world, that it would be the single most amazing experience he’ll ever have, to have your attention solely focused on him, you touching him, maybe even telling him how lovely his hair is, how you’re jealous of how soft and smooth and pretty it is…

Just the thought of you complimenting his hair is enough to have him wildly blushing, his dark eyes staring at the floor in embarrassment and bashfulness, secretly yearning for you to tell him more, to compliment him again and again until he faints from all the blood rushing to his cheeks.

(And, though he’d never tell you, to his cock, too.)

And once you’re trapped with him in your new shared ‘home’, Asahi is still harboring the fantasy, even more so than before – and yet, he will never ask for it, never request for you to play with it, to run your nails against his scalp and gently tug on the roots.

He wont’ ask, if only because it feels wrong to request anything of you after he’s kidnapped you, when you’re so obviously still afraid of him.

So he waits in silence, praying for the day when you mindlessly start playing with his hair – he’ll always position himself so that his hair is accessible if the desire overtakes you, a small flame of hope igniting in him chest and extinguishing out every time you move and don’t come any closer to his head.

(He goes to bed on those nights with a heavy heart, his own tangling into his hair and tugging, your name slipping past his lips.)

But Asahi is a patient man, and once you do start absentmindedly playing with his hair, Asahi is beyond pleased to know that you don’t stop. You seem to grow an affinity for running your fingers through it, for braiding it, styling it, really doing anything at all.

He knows that you enjoy his hair – it becomes his favorite thing in the world to feel you play with it, and he spends hours with you sitting behind him with his head leaning back between your knees, his body starting out stiff because holy shit, he’s so close to you, but eventually relaxing, even falling into a slumber because the feeling is just so calming. He wants you to braid it, mess with it, do anything your heart desires with it because he loves the attention and the relaxing feeling it brings.

But of course, he also loves his locks for other, less wholesome reasons - the way you tug at it when he’s got his face buried between your legs, for example, and how your grip tightens against his scalp as you get closer and closer to release.

Sometimes you synch your cries with the tugs, something that Asahi is sure you’re unaware of, but he can’t help the way he forces himself to work harder, to focus more in order to get you off, in order make you have the most Earth shattering orgasm, the best feeling you’ve ever experienced, and with each hair tug he only becomes more determined.

He loves the way you get rough with it, the slight tinge of pain that accompanies it, and it never fails to make him groan, to sigh out your name against your cunt.

(Sometimes, when he’s in the mood but you physically aren’t in a position to touch his hair, he’ll reach up and tug at the strands himself, imagining your fingers instead of his own. It gets him whimpering, desperation for you so thick that he can nearly taste it, but Asahi just can’t help it. It’s an obsession in and of its own right, and he can’t deny how much he loves it.)

DRIVE:

Asahi’s drive is really quite average – he’s not an incessantly horny man by any means, and while he does have the occasional passing fantasy or wet dream, he’d never categorize himself as a hormone-driven man. He doesn’t watch porn, doesn’t follow any social media influencers whose content borders on the edge of distasteful, and he sometimes even fastforwards through sex scenes in movies simply because he finds it uncomfortable to watch two people having sex – even if it’s fake.

And so Asahi finds himself mostly avoiding intimacy on that level, though it’s not entirely on purpose. He’s by no means a saint, though; he’s still human, and when he sees a woman with particularly large breasts or perfectly manicured fingers there’s always the fleeting thought of what if, the fantasies clawing in the back of his mind of how he’d love to latch onto a nipple and suck, to imagine how much better those fingers would look wrapped around his cock or cupping at his balls.

He rarely touches himself, sure, but he’s not a stranger to sex, his limited experience still experience nonetheless.

And so while it’s very, very easy to fluster or rile him up,  he generally isn’t hard and desperate to fuck you at all times. He values you for much more than just your pussy – you’re his dream woman, the person he views as his life-long partner, the one he wants to spend every waking moment with and share every last breath. He’s content to just hold you, to press a soft kiss against your temple and whisper a little confession of love rather than pin you down and fuck you until you’re crying.

(Of course, he won’t say no if you were to beg him to touch you, his face only turning red and his voice cracking a bit as he rushes out a quick yes! Um, yes of course, I’ll uh, be right back… and then leaving the room to take a few deep breaths and whisper to himself that it will be fine, she wants you, you’ll do well, don’t overthink it.)

Asahi is very dependent on what you want, always concerned about your opinion and vote and desires, and so while there are times that those wild hormones do in fact take over and his body starts begging him to slip down that cute pair of panties he bought for you and sit you directly on his cock, to bounce you up and down and use you like some life sized sex toy, watching as your breasts jiggle and your face contorts up into that sexy, perfect little ‘o’, Asahi won’t until you make the move to do so.

(It’s out of respect and lucidity for your consent and state of mind. He already feels guilty enough from having stalked you and stolen you away to live in his modest apartment with him, and forcing himself onto you is absolutely the last thing he wants to do.)

He’s not constantly horny, but it doesn’t take too much to rile him up. A few suggestive words and lingering touches can have him needy and eager to touch and please you in mere seconds – casually tell him over dinner that you feel so empty, Asahi, won’t you come fill me up and watch the way his entire body stiffens, brown eyes meeting your gaze and immediately looking at the table in embarrassment, his face flushed a bright red and his knee bouncing under the table as he mutters out a are – are you sure? I don’t want to leave you hungry – not that you haven’t eaten enough! That’s not what I’m saying, I just – um, I uh… Do you really want that?

(His voice gets a bit vulnerable at the end there, his tone higher and his eyes daring to meet yours again, his mousy brown hair falling around his jaw like a halo.)

Leave a hand on his bicep and gently squeeze, biting your lip and making a show of raking your gaze up and down his body and you’ll see the way he gulps, the sound audible as he shudders a breath, his pants already growing tight and nudging against you.

(You can actually feel the warmth of him through his jeans when he does this – cock warm and ready and throbbing.)

For him, your pleasure is the number one priority, and as such it’s his duty to prioritize what you want when you want it, rather than his own desires. You should be in charge, should be the one calling the shots and telling him that you’re okay with him fucking you like he so desperately wants. You should be the one to tell him that it’s okay each time he nervously and compulsively asks you if it’s okay for him to kiss you or touch your waist or unclasp your bra or moan your name or come -

And even once you’re both naked and touching one another, he views his own orgasms as a background to yours. He mostly just wants you to feel good, and he’s pretty much at your beck and call for whenever you’d like to feel the euphoric high that only an orgasm can bring you, in whatever way you’d like him to get you there. He’s game to finger you, to eat you out, to fuck your cute little pussy that makes him moan and whine every time, even your ass if you bring it up.

Asahi never fails to deliver, and he’ll never, ever complain. He loves to touch you and get you moaning, even if he’s a bit shy and flustered the whole time. It makes him so, so happy to know that he’s the one touching you, that he’s the one making you feel so good and satisfied.

But before you begin feeling any desire to be with him in an intimate setting, Asahi still has urges. He still very, very badly wants to touch you and feel you against his skin, to trace out the map of your body and chart every mole, hair, blemish and roll.

You’re just so fucking perfect to him, and he can’t help but desire you physically when he sees the way your breasts bounce as you try to reach the top shelf in the kitchen (he’s more than happy to come to your rescue and grab the jar off the top shelf, secretly smitten with himself because he’d put it there with the hopes of creating this moment).

He can’t help but want to taste your saliva when he sees you sweating on a particularly hot day, the bead rolling down your temple and following the curve of your cheekbones, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe along his lips because fuck, he bets you taste sweet.

These urges are still present and strong, but because of his commitment to not force you into anything, Asahi finds that he has to satisfy himself in other ways. That is, it doesn’t necessarily feel good to sneak into the extra bedroom he’d transformed into your personal room, but as soon as he catches a whiff of your scent and sees your sleeping, relaxed form on the mattress, his mouth goes dry and he’s shuffling forward before he even realizes it.

You’re sprawled out on the mattress he’d bought especially for you, the soft t-shirt and short set he'd gotten you sitting haphazardly on your hips and riding up to expose a bit of your stomach. It makes him gulp, his eyebrows drawing in a bit as he slowly, carefully, sits down onto the empty space beside you on the bed.

He can’t stop staring at you – you’re so pretty, and as your lips part slightly and you breath, he can’t help but whimper slightly – he can only imagine how it would feel to kiss you, to feel your lips against his own and feel your tongue brush against his.

Would you bite his lip, tease him with a bit of pain before kissing him harder, pushing your tongue inside and moaning into his mouth because it just feels too good? He hopes so, and it’s not long before he’s imagining all of the other things that mouth of yours could do – he’s sure your kisses would feel like heaven against his chest, lips wrapped around a nipple and sucking lightly, tongue flattening out to run over the pebbled skin again and again and making him shiver.

He’s sure that your lips would feel even better lower, pressed against the juncture of his hip and thigh, moving up and to the side, slowly – so fucking slowly – moving towards where he really needs you, where he’s pulsing and throbbing and leaking so much precum that it almost looks like he’s already reached his high.

He closes his eyes briefly as he imagines the way you’d suckle on his tip, your pretty lips puckered and those eyes of yours staring up at him from between his knees, how you’d pull back to press small kisses and kitten licks against his sensitive skin.

The thought has him groaning lightly, a hand coming down to carefully push his boxers down just a hair, just enough to let his cock spring free, slapping heavily against his lower stomach as he bites his lip. He makes sure to settle the waistband just below his balls, a hand idly moving to grope and squeeze as he continues to stare at you. It feels wrong to be touching himself while so close to you, while you’re totally unaware, but he just can’t help it – he’d been furiously pounding away moments ago in his own bed, eyes squeezed shut and flashes of you playing through his mind, but the knowledge eats at him that you’re only a wall away, your pretty body ripe to ogle and fantasize about and right fucking there…

Guilt weighs heavily in the back of his mind, but as he wraps his fist around his base and slowly pulls up, the heaving breath he lets out has the shame creeping to the back of his mind. It’s so much better with you in his sight – he watches the rise and fall of your chest, your breaths and soft and light, matching the pace of his fist with it.

His toes curl and his lip catches between his teeth, the dull, teasing pleasure from such a slow pace making his head tilt back. He stays like this for what feels like hours – his eyes never moving from your sleeping form, his pace matched to your breathing, just simply breathing in deeply and letting his eyes flutter closed as he exhales, the scent of you you you filling his lungs and making him feel dizzy.

Some forty minutes later, Asahi’s breath is hitching, little whimpers and bitten back moans filling the otherwise quiet air, his fist slowly speeding up out of his control, his orgasm slowly building and mounting, his cock so sensitive and hard and wet –

He comes with a strangled, too-loud I love you, his eyes struggling to stay open as he strokes his way through it, his hips bucking up into his fist and cum landing in ropes along his fingers and wrist. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, he’s chanting under his breath, his breathing uneven and labored as he tries his best to be quiet, terrified to wake you up.

You’re still so ethereal in front of him, looking like an angel as he slows his fist to a stop, his entire body trembling at the aftereffects of his orgasm. He swallows heavily, shaking fingers stained with cum reaching out and nearly, barely brushing against the soft skin of your forearm, clenching his teeth tightly at the contact as it sends one last, final push of pleasure through him, a few final beads of cum oozing from his tip and making him whimper your name.

He doesn’t touch you any more than that, scared to wake you up or cross some invisible line of privacy and consent, but thus starts a pattern. He’ll sneak into your room every week or so, spending far too long simply staring at you, moving to every angle imaginable just to see you, to see all of you, all the while furiously pumping his fist, doing his best to bite back every moan because god, what would you say if you saw him?

(He hopes you wouldn’t stop him, that you’d instead berate him for being so dirty, that you’d reach out and stop his wrist, telling him in that lovely, sweet voice of yours to earn it, Asahi, show me that you deserve to come. And god, the fervor and desperation in his movements as he’d lick and suck between your legs is too good to be embarrassing.)

MAIN THREE KINKS:

Praise

As a general rule, Asahi absolutely crumbles the moment any sort of positive comment towards him falls from your lips. He’s never been the most confident man on the face of the planet, and while time and a successful career have helped mitigate that a bit, he’s still a bit doubtful about himself, always just slightly insecure and unable to believe in himself.

And for the most part he doesn’t mind, but he always, always appreciates your support in the area of his lacking – declrataion of you being happy or grateful or pleased with him leave Asahi’s throat feeling tight and his palms clammy. But specifically, Asahi has little to no confidence in himself in the bedroom – and to hear you say anything even remotely positive about his skills in bed gets him hot under the collar, the desire to please you making his fingers itch and his pants feel much too tight.

His lack of confidence between the sheets stems from the belief that he’s sure that he won’t be able to satisfy you, that his touch and love won’t be enough to get you off, that you’ll end up just using your own fingers because he just wasn’t good enough.

He’s convinced that you’ll grow to prefer your own touches and ministrations over his own, that you’ll simply sigh and roll your eyes when he asks you in that timid voice if you’d sit on his face, if you’d let him play with you, if you could just please let him taste you, he’s been thinking about it all day…

It’s never ending cycle of negative thoughts and assumptions, always absolutely sure that things will go the worst possible way once he becomes intimate with you,  and honestly you’ll quickly pick up on this.

When he’s hovering over you, brown eyes staring wildly down at you, impossibly wide while his mouth opens and closes like a fish, unsure of what to say or do because you’re finally right in front of him, like he’s been dreaming of for months, you’ll notice the way he’s too stiff to move, his every muscle tense and his eyebrows knitted together so tightly that he almost looks like he’s in pain.

(A few soothing words will have him instantly relaxing, though – run your hands up and down his arms, cooing at him that he’s so handsome, that he looks so good over me Asahi, you’re so pretty, and maybe tell him that you’re so excited, you’ve already made me feel so good baby, and you haven’t even touched me yet and you’ll see the way he visibly perks up, embarrassment written across his face but this sort of shy, boyish joy taking over as he leans down and kisses you. The kiss is too sloppy, too needy, too wet, but it’s the push he needs to finally press himself against you, your slick folds against the sensitive underside of his cock making him hiss into the kiss and his arms nearly give out.)

He’s too nervous to try fingering you or eating you out the first time he’s got you naked in front of him, but he also knows that you need prep before you take him, his girth enough to stretch your walls out to a painful degree if you don’t get some aid.  

(Take the initiative and guide his fingers down your body, going slow and making all sorts of keening and sighing noises, until he’s finally pressed up against you. Tell him that his fingers feel good when you’re helping him rub slow circles over your clit. Overdo your hips bucking at the sensation just to give him that extra assurance that he’s doing a good job. Gasp his name as he slips a finger inside and purposefully clench down on him, letting him hear you babble on about how he feels so good and he’s so big and he’s exactly what I’ve been imagining… You’ll see the determined purse of his lips, every ounce of concentration going into making you cry out his name, making you squeal out more praise, getting you to gush on his fingers and tongue and give him what he’s been dreaming of for months – the sight of your pretty body convulsing up in an orgasm, your cunt spasming and clenching down on him like a fucking vice.)

Towards the beginning of your sexual relationship you’ll find that more often than not he’s at a  standstill, something that is more than obvious to you, and in moments like these it’s best if you just tell him what to do. When you take off your bra, breasts bared for him as he unabashedly stares, his lips parted and his eyes wide, guide his hand to squeeze at one, sighing at the sensation and telling him that it feels good baby, you can go a little harder if you want, too.  

When he’s carefully (and almost tentatively) rubbing your back, giving you a massage and doing his best to relieve your back pain without hurting you, moan out his name and tell him right there, god Asahi you’re so good at this. It’ll leave him blushing and squirming, his cock growing hard and suddenly he’s hearing your moans as moans, seeing the pleased expressions on your face as being expressions of pleasure.

You need to follow his every action up with a bit of praise the first few times you fuck – when he slips a finger or two inside, bite your lip and make a show of gasping, telling him that he feels so good, please Asahi, just like that!

When he’s going down on you for the first time, tangle your fingers through his hair and tell him that he’s doing so well, it feels so – so good Asahi, mmm please don’t stop! And when he fucks you for the first time, gasp sharply and moan, tell him that he’s s-s0 big! Stretches me out so good, ngh –

(Asahi has always seemed gentle to you, even after having kidnapped you – tall, sure, but more afraid of his own shadow than anything. But once you moan that out, that gentle man you’re familiar with is gone – you realize just how strong he really is as his hips crash into yours, your cunt stretched and nearly split open with the sheer power and vigor of his thrusts, each one seeming to reach deeper inside of you, coming faster and faster until your moans at all forced, genuine incoherent nonsense slipping from your lips because god, you’ve never been fucked like this before – this fully, this desperately.)

He loves to know that he’s the one making you feel so good, making you cry out and curl your toes. When you say things like ‘so good Asahi’, or ‘yes, just like that’, he’ll become a blushing, flustered mess, but it’ll only drive him even further in his mission to please you, to get you to come.

After all, in his mind, your pleasure is so much more important than his own, and he’ll give you anything and everything he possibly can to get your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your pussy clamping down around him.

His actions will pick up speed and eagerness, and if you weren’t so fucked out while he’s got his tongue against your clit or his cock stretching you out, you’d be able to practically feel the desperation to get you to orgasm rolling off of him in waves.

He just wants to know that what he’s doing is feeling good, that you’re enjoying him, that you’re loving this wonderful intimate moment as much as he is. He loves your vocalness, and it helps his confidence to hear you so openly praising him and his body.

 So tell him, while he’s hovering over you, his cheeks flushed, his hair falling in waves over his shoulders and a few beads of sweat rolling down his temples, how big he feels inside of you, how you’re sure that nobody could fuck you like Asahi can, and he’ll make the cutest little gasp, before he’s thrusting into you even harder, burying his face into your neck and chanting your name over and over.

He loves it.

Breeding  

But unlike a lot of men, this kink doesn’t stem exclusively from a sense of possessiveness or ownership over you. (Of course, he very much is possessive over you and hates the idea of another man interacting with you, but still.)

Instead, Asahi’s fascination with the concept of breeding you mostly stems from a genuine desire to knock you up. Asahi craves a domestic life with you; the mere idea of being one big, happy family is something that makes his heart melt, that makes him giddy with excitement and an embarrassed flush spread across the bridge of his nose. There’s so many cute, wholesome things that Asahi wants to do with his future children; family pictures, reading to them before bed, dressing them up in his latest fashion designs, making them go eww! when they see Mommy and Daddy kissing…

And when you step into the picture, this natural desire for children only steps up, increasing astronomically because Asahi genuinely believes that you’re his soulmate, the woman he’ll spend the rest of his life with, and he couldn’t be happier.

 And while he’d never force it upon you, he really loves the idea of getting you pregnant and giving you the family that you both deserve. He wants to give you the baby he so desperately wants you to have, to see you softly rubbing your tummy and smiling at him, showing the world exactly who you love, who you choose to be with, who you’ll be spending the rest of your life loving and loyally staying alongside. He thinks he’d be a good father, in his oh so humble opinion, and that he’s completely, absolutely sure that you’d be a wonderful mother, and that together the two of you could have a happy, perfect family.

But of course, Asahi is no pure angel saint – he may not be the most possessive over you, but he can’t deny the wonderful side effects that come with pinning you down and breeding you. That is, there’s something about the fact that it’s his cock emptying load after load inside of you that gets him harder than he’s ever been in his life.

There’s something about the fact that it’s his name you’re moaning out to finish inside of you that makes him hot under the collar, his fingers twitching and his thighs flexing involuntarily because god, you’d sound so fucking good moaning his name.

The idea that it’s because of him that the cute little bump throwing your body off proportion even exists makes him feral, hands eagerly ripping at your clothes and slotting you in his lap, grasping at your hips and physically bouncing you up and down on his cock until he’s groaning your name and stuffing you full again and again and again, leaving you dripping white and smelling his cum, like him.

He’s not the most possessive yandere, sure, but even Asahi can get behind the idea of marking you as his own, of claiming you in the most natural, animalistic way. It satisfies something deep within him – the same thing that urges him to rush forward and keep you from getting too close to the open flames on the stove, the same thing that urges him to buy the pretty flowers on his way home from work and tuck one behind your ear. He’s never given much stock to gender stereotypes, but it just feels right to have you be his sweet little housewife, to be your big, strong protector, to be your provider in more ways than one.

And while bringing you gifts and keeping a roof over your head and warm food in your stomach are certainly ways he loves to provide for you, he’s more than willing to provide for your more carnal needs, too.

He’s more than happy to fill you to the brim with his cum, the sticky white dribbling out of you in big globs that he pressed back in with a thumb, voice shaky as he jokes about having to buy some sort of a plug just to keep everything inside.

(The next morning you find a pretty, purple plug on your bedside table, Asahi looking sheepish as he tells you that it’s the only way to really be sure, you know? Can’t have you wasting anything…)

He’s more than happy to keep his cock inside of you after he’s come, to make sure you’re plugged up, to keep you laying so that you’re hips are elevated, so that his cum will surely reach your womb, so that your body will have no choice but to give him exactly what he wants.

And during sex, the thoughts racing through Asahi’s head absolutely reinfornce this – as his high approaches, there’s a mantra repeating over and over in his head to  come inside her, fuck a baby into her, get her pregnant so she’ll never leave you.

His hips will speed up, the sound absolutely obsene as he throws your legs over his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he watches your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts, the mental image of you swollen and round and so fucking fertile leaving his head spinning and oh fuck fuck fuck –

He’s coming with a whine of your name, burying his face into your neck and grasping tightly onto your breast, chanting your name under his breath and pressing himself just a bit deeper inside, anything to try and increase the chances of it taking.

The idea of knocking you up clouds his senses as his hips plow into you, the sensation so overwhelming that he’s nearly crying, but fat tears welling up and streaming down his face to land on your own while he clutches onto your hand, the emotional end of realizing that he might get you pregnant hitting him at full speed and making him dizzy with desire and love.

He’ll oftentimes whisper sweet nothings about how beautiful you’ll look, how much he wants to give you children, how deeply he wants to come inside while his hips are pounding away, practically ramming into your cervix with each powerful, passionate thrust.

He loves the idea of having a baby with you, and it’s just an added bonus that giving it to you feels so good. 

Size kink

No matter your size, Asahi will be taller, stronger, bigger.

He’s six feet tall, muscular, and despite his timid disposition, he’s very much a force to be reckoned with. Despite transitioning to a career less focused on physical prowess, Asahi largely retained his physique.

He’s a little softer now, the muscles covered by a small layer of fat, but he’s still got definition lining every inch of his body, the short-sleeved t-shirts he wears doing very little to hide the outline of his biceps. When his shirt rides up as he pulls his hair back into its signature bun, it’s impossible to miss the way he seems to tower over everything and everything, his presence something commanding the room, making everyone else just feel so small.

And while none of it is on purpose, Asahi slowly notices with time just how pronounced this difference is.

He sees it in the way that your palms compare as he timidly snake his hand against yours, swallowing heavily and avoiding eye contact because god, not only are your hands soft and warm, they’re practically engulfed by his, the sight making something scratch at the back of his throat.

He sees it in the way that your arms just barely wrap around his torso when you hug him, your fingers lacing together. (Of course, this took him a very long time to notice – he was too flustered by the fact that you’re hugging him to really notice any details, and even then he’d been too preoccupied by the feeling of your clothed breasts pressing against his chest, willing everything in himself to not get hard, to not let the blood rush to his cock as he imagines the way your legs would feel wrapped around his waist.)

As time passes, Asahi discovers that not only is he noticing these things, but there’s something about the sight that gets him hot under the collar, his breathing more strained than usual and his voice coming out a bit crackly.

And really, this kink stems from his protectiveness of you and his need to feel like your savior, but there’s just something about having you underneath him, seeing how small your body is in comparison to his own that really gets to him.

The idea of you being a fraction of his size, of your body being so much cuter, tinier, and softer than his own is something that makes Asahi blush, the red spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to his collarbone, the idea that you’re such opposites yet so perfect for one another simultaneously warming his heart and begging him to fuck you because he just loves you so much.

And while your size difference is something that Asahi has always rationally known about, it’s so much different to actually see it, to be physically forced to recognize that he’s just so big compared to you.

When you’re naked below him, looking up at him with those vulnerable, beautiful eyes while you clutch the pillow underneath your head and shakily swallow, Asahi is hit with the sudden realization that you so clearly need him, need his help to do everything, and that includes turning you into a panting, drooling mess with his fingers, tongue and cock.

He loves the foreign surge of dominance he feels, how powerful and manly it makes him feel to see you under him, looking up at him like that, your lips swollen and puffy from kissing and biting them, from enjoying the pleasure he’s so focused on delivering to you.

He loves watching you take his cock; how it stretches you out to the point where you’re tensed up, fisting the sheets and telling him to slow down because you need time to adjust to his massive length.

(Of course, Asahi immediately stops, panic eating away at him because what if he hurt you? There’s not a sadistic bone in his body, and when you have to tell him things like that it only reminds him how easily he gets lost in you, how quickly he succumbs to the carnal urge to just fuck you so hard that you’re screaming his name and showing everyone exactly who owns the tight little pussy he’s fucking and filling with his cum.)

He loves to intertwine his fingers with yours while he thrusts into you, marveling at how his fingers dwarf your own while his cock stretches you out so fully, so completely that it’s almost visible against the skin of your navel.

He’ll purposefully fuck you in positions that really showcase this difference in size, too – of course his favorite is missionary, getting to look at you while he slowly rolls his hips into yours, but there’s something exquisite about folding you into a mating press, too. The way he’s strong enough to practically force your ankles up to your ears, his entire body hovering over yours as he pounds into you, watching the way you seize up because the angle is just so fucking deep.

It’s not his favorite, but he’ll fuck you from behind, the position slowly morphing from doggy into prone bone as he becomes more and more desperate for you, soon laying almost completely on top of you while his hips stutter into yours, the sensation of warm cum flooding you and the feeling of Asahi in every inch of your space making your head spin.

Even non-penetrative positions have this effect on him – watching you settle between his legs and eagerly jerk him off gets him clutching onto the nearest surface, the sight of your fingers, so small and sweet and pretty compared to his own, making his knees feel weak because fuck you’re so delicate compared to him.

And god, your mouth? It’s over for him the moment that your lips wrap around his tip, the sight of a much-too-big cock forcing its way down your throat threatening to bring him to orgasm much, much too soon.

Every part of him is bigger, and he just loves how obvious his muscles and height make it that he’s the protector in the relationship, that he’s the one providing for you, keeping you safe, keeping you happy.

Because after all, he’d do anything to keep you happy. 

OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:

Hair pulling

Quite honestly, Asahi’s not sure where this kink came from. His scalp has always been a bit sensitive, his hair silky and in remarkably good shape for little he brushes it, for how poorly he cares for it. And while he’s kept it long for all of his adult life, he’s still just the slightest bit insecure about being a man with long hair – the lingering stares of others making him slump his shoulders a bit, wishing they’d stop staring.

And so, he’s never really viewed his hair as something sexual – no girl has ever really pulled it, and on the rare occasions when he’s touched himself, a hand never manages to travel north of his chest.

And even on the more practical side of things, he’s never really been one for pain, for enjoying the stinging sensation of sharpness against his skin, of feeling the dull throb of a bruise being pressed on. He’s never really found it to be sexy, and by extension he’s never bothered to explore hair pulling.

But then he becomes intimate with you and as he’s kissing you, tongue tracing the shape of your teeth and moaning into your mouth he feels it –

Your nails scraping against his scalp, digging in and grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling and tugging.

He actually moans, the sound high and whiny and so girly it nearly makes him cry, but he can’t help but beg you to do it again, a hand coming up to secure your place against his scalp.

There’s just something about the your fingers tunnel into his hair, gripping the brown locks between your nimble fingers while his tongue works fast, desperate circles against your clit, his fingers curling and arching just the way you told him to. Every tug at his hair drives him to work harder, to suck harder and lick faster because he just wants to please you, and the way you’re mixing pain with pleasure is making his hips buck against the mattress, unable to control himself as he whines against your cunt.

When your nails lightly scrape against his scalp, Asahi can’t help but close his eyes and moan, the vibrations going straight up your spine as he doubles his efforts, wanting to get you to come to an almost unhealthy degree.

And yet, as your hands pull harder, coaxing him into fingerfucking you harder, moving in the specific motion against your clit he knows you love, all you can do is throw your hair back and moan, little gasps of oh Asahi, oh please – I’m so close, don’t stop!

There’s something about the light touch of pain that makes him shiver, that makes the excitement stand up at the back of his neck, his eyes growing dilated and his efforts even more vigorous because fuck, you deserve to come, and by god is Asahi going to be the man to do it.

It’s become a staple of him giving you head – you always burrow your fingers into the loose, flowing brown locks, pulling him ever closer to your sopping cunt, something Asahi couldn’t be happier about.

And if you really want to leave him a flustered, panting mess, lightly tug at his hair without any warning in a non-sexual context – reach over during breakfast and give a light tug and you’ll see in real time as his face turns red, gaping like a fish and letting a hand drop his fork and wander down to his crotch, the table covering his motions. (Though the sound of a zipper slowly undoing is hardly difficult to identify, nor is the way the slick, clicking noises echo through the room as he shakily tells you to f-finish your breakfast…)

Lingerie

Perhaps it’s a result of his heightened attention paid to fashion, or perhaps it’s just Asahi’s nature, but as his infatuation with you develops, so too does his desire to see you all dressed up for him.

He doesn’t view you as a doll, per se, but Asahi finds that one of his guiltiest pleasures is to put you in clothing he designs specifically for you – pretty colors and cuts he thinks accentuate your curves, always sucking in a sharp breath and muttering out this awed, overtly genuine wow that makes you too embarrassed to respond.

And it’s sweet, more than anything, because the dresses and outfits he creates for you really are flattering – except that as your sexual relationship develops, he starts taking certain liberties, his creations becoming more and more risqué.

The lingerie he designs for you is tasteful, at least – it’s flattering as well, always in shades of pinks, reds, and white to enhance your natural coloring, his fingers always trembling when he helps you put them on, catching a bit of lace between his thumb and index finger and sighing out your name in a tone much too airy to be normal.

You look absolutely stunning – and he finds that fucking you with the lingerie still decorating your body only makes his kisses more heartfelt, longer, more needy because you’re just so damn pretty all dressed up and practically wrapped up like a gift for him.

But really, where’s Asahi’s true lingerie kink lies is not in you wearing it, but rather in him wearing it.

It’s beyond embarrassing to him and something that would take a long time for him to admit, but there’s a certain part of him that would actually like to try on a few of the lingerie sets he sees in magazines, tv and social media. Some of them are just so fucking pretty, soft pastels with lots of lace and ruffles, things that scream feminine and soft, pretty and fuckable.

And while Asahi knows he’s supposed to be the ‘man’ in the relationship, it’s a guilty pleasure that he just can’t shake – and so, when you one day catch him staring at an ad for a brand new baby blue two piece set on his phone, you ask him if he’s going to get it, cocking a brow at him because it’s rare for him to ever buy you lingerie sets rather than make them himself.

(He’d told you once that he can fit them to your body better than any manufacturer can. And what he hadn’t told you is that there’s a certain allure to knowing that you’re wearing something that he made you, not some unknown, random worker with no appreciation for you or your beauty.)

Immediately Asahi is scrambling to cover it up, nervously chuckling and denying your words, but when it shows up the next day and Asahi mumbles if you’d be willing to um, give me an opinion about something, you’re intrigued. And as you open the door to reveal him, familiar brown eyes are unable to meet your own gaze, his body language clearly nervous at your scrutiny.

But really, the sight of the six foot tall, burly man clad  in the soft material hugging his body and bringing out the natural tan color of his skin leaves you oddly breathless, the sight strangely bizarre and erotic.

The bra cups are a bit loose, though you can still see his pretty, pink nipples hard as a rock underneath the sheer material. The bra may be loose, but the pair of lacy, red panties most certainly are not – his cock threatens to burst out of it at any moment, his balls hanging on by a thread to stay inside of the dainty fabric.

And when you take a few steps forward, looking at him with wide eyes, he feels his heart drop when you say oh Asahi, you’re so beautiful.

(If you look closely enough, you can see his balls visibly clench at the compliment, the skin angry and red at the tightness of the panties.)

So while it’s not the manliest thing, Asahi can’t deny that it makes him feel good, and you’re always so touchy and sweet when he’s wearing it.

And so when he’s in more of a submissive mood, wanting you to take care of him, dote on him, love him and show him that you’re just as desperate and hopelessly in love as he is, he throws it on and sits patiently on the bed, waiting with baited breath for you to pull the strap out and make him feel like a good little boy.

(And god his moans are pretty, his little gasps and whines when you toy with the fabric making you power-hungry, the sight of his cute little hole clenching as you toy with him, bent over and panties pushed to the side is the stuff of fantasies – he’s just so fucking obedient when he’s all dressed up for you.)

BIGGEST FANTASY: 

Going hand in hand with his breeding kink and his want of starting a family with you, Asahi has a few guilty pleasures when it comes to the idea of a pregnant you.

He just can’t help it – his biggest domestic fantasy is having a family with you, and every time he sees a pregnant woman out and about something inside of him just snaps, the flood of images of you all knocked up making his knees nearly buckle.

(Of course, in these images you’re sometimes clothes and sometimes not – the clothes, when included, are always too small, making your breasts look even bigger and your stomach ever rounder.)

Something about the roundness of your body, how your curves are enhanced, how you look so fucking fertile really gets to him, especially with how your breasts begin to swell.

Something about watching as your nipples begin to darken, your areolas get larger, and the way the flesh begins to hang heavier, looking so full and ready to be emptied really gets to him, sparking some odd, primal instinct in him that he didn’t even know he had.

He’s staring constantly, brown eyes darting to the way his t-shirts are stretched taut against your belly bump and engorged breasts, how you look so perfect and domestic and like a real mother.

He’ll be much too shy to say anything, too nervous at your rejection of the fantasy he holds close to his heart, but he really wants nothing more than to just latch onto a leaking, aching nipple, wrap his lights tightly around it, circle his tongue over the sensitive skin, and suck.

He wants to taste you; feel the white liquid against his tongue, nurse off of you in such a human, natural way.

He almost feels as if it’s his reward - he put the baby inside of you that’s causing you to produce, he’s the one heading to work everyday, making money to bring back to you and your slowly growing family.

He’s the one that spent hours between your legs, fingering your pretty cunt and giving you load after load after load of hot, potent cum.

He’s your protector, and it’s his deepest fantasy to be rewarded for all his hard work with your breastmilk. He’ll never, ever admit it, but when he fondles your breasts and nibbles at them, sucking at them with a vigor you’ve never experienced before, those are the thoughts racing through his mind. 

              “I’m home!” Asahi calls, closing the front door and letting out a small, satisfied sigh at the sight of his little home. Touches of your style are everywhere - the couch has your favorite color throw pillows, your favorite art is on the walls, pictures of the two of you hanging in frames on the shelf above the fireplace on the far side of the living room. It makes him smile, something warm and fuzzy settling in his chest.

              He slips his shoes off, shrugging off his coat and venturing further into the house. Normally you’d be in the kitchen by now, preparing dinner and wanting to have a nice meal while the two of you discussed your days, telling one another how much you missed the other. When he doesn’t find you in the kitchen, his brow arches and he calls your name once more, a small pang of panic bolting through him at the thought of you not responding.

              “Oh! You’re home!” He hears you exclaim from behind him, and heaves out a small sigh of relief. He turns around with a soft smile on his face, but that smile vanishes as soon as he takes in your appearance. 

              You’re wearing one of his old tee shirts, the material a bit light and comfortable, and a pair of your favorite panties peeking out from under the hem. You look so fucking pretty that it takes him a moment to register your words, brown eyes dilating and focusing on the sight of you in his shirt, the smooth expanse of your thighs, the smile on your face that gets his knees weak. But as he takes in the full sight of you, something else catches his eye – immediately saliva is pooling against his tongue, his fingers twitching and his tongue flicking out to lick over his lips.

Two small, uneven pools of wet form right over the swell of your breasts, staining the fabric a darker shade and making his mouth water slightly. The sight of your chest straining heavily against the shirt has him taking a step forward hastily, aching to get closer and closer.

              You notice his staring, and you scratch the back of your neck a bit awkwardly. “Welcome home, love. Sorry, I was just about to go start pumping but the laundry had me busy. I lost track of time.” 

              He just nods, not able to take his gaze away from you. You blink, before quirking the corner of your lips up. Although your husband had never asked, you’d noticed his affinity for your chest increasing tremendously after you’d begun lactating - he thought he was smooth when he’d oh so innocently walk in on you with your pump, watching your milk fill up the bottle, but you knew better. The fixation in his eyes as he stared was telling, the way he’d play with his hands and fingers, struggling to keep eye contact with you making it oh so apparent. And so, with a confidence that only he could allow you to develop over the years, you realize that maybe it was alright that you hadn’t started dinner quite yet.

              You bite your lip and slowly walk up to him, until you’re close enough to hear the slight wheeze in his breaths. You watch his Adam’s Apple bob as his eyes dart between your face and your breasts, trying to decide where to look. You almost laugh. “Asahi...I have an idea, if you’d be willing to try it out.”

              His gaze meets yours with a bit of reluctance, and his brows tighten. “S-sure! What did you have in mind?”

              You smile, leaning up on your tippy toes and placing a kiss against his cheek. “Well, since I haven’t started dinner yet, and I didn’t get to start pumping, and you’ve been gone all day, working hard and making me proud, I think you deserve a little reward.”

              Asahi visibly flushed at this, and his eyes widened a bit. “A reward? What do you mean?”

              You bite your lip, reaching out to take one of his large hands into your own, before carefully placing it over one of your breasts. He gasps sharply, his entire body tensing as he feels the wetness underneath his palm. You look up at him, doing your best to give him as seductive and sultry a look as you can muster. 

              “Well, I was thinking that maybe I could give you a little treat? As a thank you for everything that you do for me. It’s been waiting all day, and I’m so, so full… would you like that? Do you want a little snack as a reward?” You ask, watching his reaction carefully. His brown eyes are so warm, so genuinely shocked, and for a second you almost wonder if he’ll say no, or push you away. But before you can take back your words, he’s eagerly nodding, walking you backwards into the living room and settling you down into a sitting position on the couch. He crouches below you, on his knees in between your legs, still in the nice clothes he’d worn to work today. You grab the hem of your shirt, carefully lifting it over you and throwing it to some unknown part of the room. The cold air hits you, and you feel your nipples harden and the skin of your breasts tighten up. 

              Asahi lets out a mix between a moan and a whimper at the sight of your bare chest, staring in awe with his mouth open. When you see him not moving, you carefully reach your hands up, cupping your breasts and gently squeezing, causing a small stream of milk to leak out of each nipple.

              “Darling, don’t you want your reward?” You ask, squeezing extra hard, sending a spurt of liquid out, his eyes following the arc as he licks his lips.

Asahi gulps, a low growl escaping him as he gently pulls your hands away, instead latching his mouth around a nipple and sucking -

              You sigh softly, the feeling of his lips applying pressure and his tongue swiping over your nipple much more erotic than you had been expecting. His lips work against you, tongue swirling against your sensitive areolas as his cheeks hollow. He moans against you, the taste of you overwhelming his senses and setting his body alight with pleasure. He can feel his pants growing uncomfortably tight, but he just sucks harder, listening to your coos and cries above him. 

              His hand reaches out to cup your other breast, squeezing a bit more firmly and watching the milk leak, before he leans back, releasing the nipple from his mouth with a popping sound, and squeezes once more, harshly, watching as a stream of milk arcs through the air and directly into his parted, awaiting mouth. You both moan, and he swallows. He rubs his fingers over your nipples, and looks up at you, licking his lips. 

              “I think it’s time you showed me just how good you taste down here, too.” He says, grinding his clothed erection against your crotch. You moan, nodding your head and tangling your fingers into his hair, watching his eyes flutter closed at the sensation.

            And, thirty minutes later as he’s pulling out of you, hissing slightly at the overstimulation, Asahi can only pant, a hand once again coming up to lightly squeeze at your breast, the kiss he gives you heated enough to have you melting against the mattress, too relaxed to even notice the way he pushes himself back in again, gasping into your mouth and pushing through the overstimulation because he needs this, needs you.

            After all, he can never get enough of you.

[leahrintarou]

hii i saw some of your works and i adore the way you write, so whenever you had time, could you write an asahi x reader? possibly nsfw , and the reader being older than asahi, and you do the rest! thank you if you do it :)))

✩₊˚.⋆ REDESIGN - asahi azumane

CW: reader has female anatomy, mentions of lingerie, fem reader, nsfw, penetration, unprotected sex, usage of the petname "baby" & "beautiful", she calls him 'sahi' as a nickname lol. (i hope this reflects what you requested, anon! :)

Word Count: 1.8k

"oh wait, i need to visit one last store." y/n caught the wrist of her boyfriend, gently pulling him towards the entrance of a clothing boutique. "there’s no hurry, beautiful. i wouldn’t mind if you decided to visit every store in this mall." his smile was warm, comforting, and y/n couldn’t help but feel her heart swell with a gentle heat. asahi followed her to the back, where the lingerie awaited in soft, delicate folds.

"oh?" his eyes widened in surprise as he realized where they stood. she hadn’t mentioned what they were looking for, so the revelation caught him off-guard. "didn’t you just buy like ten different sets a week ago?" he asked, as she released his wrist, now lost in browsing through the selections. "all of which you tore apart, beyond repair," she replied, rolling her eyes as she held up a piece, considered it, then shook her head and put it back.

"oops…" he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and y/n nudged him playfully with her shoulder. "not that i’m really complaining," she added.

"well, complain or not, just saying, i’m totally not at fault for your broken sets." he raised his hands in mock defense. y/n’s eyes narrowed at his feigned innocence. "i don’t know, sahi," she deadpanned, "but i’m fairly certain that you yanking the piece fabric off me has everything to do with you."

asahi let out a soft laugh. "not my fault the material is garbage despite being ridiculously overpriced." he shrugged. y/n didn’t seem to hear him, already captivated by a new black set that had caught her eye. "this one is so cute!" she exclaimed, holding it up for him to see. "it is," he replied, smiling faintly.

she arched an eyebrow at his dry response, prompting him to elaborate. after a pause, he shrugged, hesitant. she nudged him again, impatient. "i’m just saying," he began, "i could make something like that. better quality, too, and for free, might i add."

"oh, really?" she replied, dripping with sarcasm. asahi was a talented designer, no doubt, but lingerie was far outside his usual realm. still, his confidence was almost convincing, even to her.

"definitely. we can stop by the fabric store before heading home."

"so, you’re really going to make me custom lingerie because store-bought doesn’t live up to your standards?"

"yup. seems like a perfectly valid reason to me."

"whatever you say." she sighed, setting the set back reluctantly. "wait," asahi stopped her, taking the lingerie from her hands. "we’re still buying these for tonight. might be poorly made, but you’ll make it look perfect. besides, you won’t be wearing it for long." his grin widened, and y/n shook her head, following him to the checkout.

---

"beautiful?" asahi’s voice reached her as she lay half-asleep on the couch. it had been a long, exhausting week, and the fatigue was winning. blinking away sleep, she turned the TV’s volume down with the remote in her hand. "hm?" she called, glancing at him as he descended the stairs and came around to stand behind the couch.

"i’ve got a surprise for you."

"sahi, it’s eleven at night. what kind of surprise is this?" she smiled faintly. he revealed a small box, wrapped neatly with a bow, and handed it to her. "what’s this?" she asked, taking the box, her curiosity piqued. there wasn’t any special occasion coming up, but asahi’s love language was undeniably gift-giving.

he took a seat beside her, urging her to open it. y/n lifted the lid, peeling back the layers of tissue paper, and there, resting beneath, was lace. rich, deep red lace overlaying black, intricately woven and delicate. she pulled it out, admiring the craftsmanship, and looked at him, eyes soft with adoration.

"you actually made this?" her voice was filled with disbelief.

asahi shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. she couldn’t help but pull him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment before he pulled back to speak. "go try it on. i need to see if it fits—I made it all from memory." he chuckled as y/n quickly stood and made her way to their bedroom.

this was what he’d been working on all week in his office. she had nearly forgotten about his promise to make her a custom set. quickly slipping out of her clothes, she donned the pieces he had designed for her, amazed at how perfectly they fit. it seemed impossible, but then again, his hands had memorized every curve of her body.

emerging from the bathroom, she walked towards him with quiet, deliberate steps. the soft glow of the TV flickered across the room, casting faint shadows as she approached. "sahi," she called softly, a shy smile tugging at her lips. she suddenly felt self-conscious under his intense gaze as his eyes traced her form from head to toe.

"say something," she groaned, crossing her arms in mock frustration.

asahi stood, closing the distance between them, his hands finding their way to her hips. "you look stunning," he whispered against her lips. "you did an amazing job," she complimented him with a smile, but he shook his head, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together.

"yeah, but," he murmured, brushing his lips against hers for a fleeting moment before pulling back, "you make it look ten times better."

his hands traveled to the small of her back, drawing her nearer, his voice a quiet promise against her skin. "now, let’s see how durable it is."

he pressed a kiss against y/n's lips, firm and unyielding, and without hesitation, y/n parted hers in response. his tongue brushed lightly against her own, and she sighed into his mouth, a sound that sent a tremor through him, compelling his hand to find her waist. there was a hunger in his gaze, one reserved solely for her. he guided her to the couch, took his seat, and motioned for her to straddle his lap.

the more he tasted her, the more insatiable his desire became. a groan escaped him when she shifted against his lap, and the sound mirrored his growing need. y/n seemed to sense it, teasingly pressing the strained fabric of his sweatpants, drawing a deep moan from him. "i'm grateful you made this for me, sahi," she murmured softly.

he hummed in response, a low, knowing sound. "mhm and i never ask for anything in return... but..." his voice trailed off as he pulled back slightly, but the unspoken request in his eyes was unmistakable. y/n smiled, and in one smooth motion, she ground her hips against his clothed arousal, her movement deliberate. he threw his head back, groaning deeply.

"too much?" she asked, almost teasingly.

"not enough," he rasped, as her lips found his neck, leaving delicate kisses along his skin. with a swift movement, he pulled at the string of his sweatpants, freeing himself from the layers of fabric that restrained him. y/n took him into her grasp, and a sigh of relief slipped past his lips, though it was tainted by the greed simmering beneath his skin. no matter how much she gave him, it was never enough. "i need you so badly right now, beautiful," he groaned, his body shuddering as she stroked him.

y/n, her own desire mounting, ground herself against his thigh this time. asahi shook his head, laughing softly through the haze of lust. "if you're that needy, use me, beautiful. I'm right here and i need you just as much." her frustration was evident, her body trembling with the need to have him, to feel him entirely. it was as if time slowed, her patience thinning, and the urge to claim him overwhelming her. and he, too, couldn't deny the hunger in his veins, the way his body already responded to her touch.

with his assistance, y/n lifted her hips, and soon the barrier between them vanished. slowly, he helped her sink down onto his length, and their combined moans filled the room. "you feel so good," he breathed, the sensation of her warmth enveloping him nearly tipping him into oblivion. despite his need, he remained gentle, his hands gripping her waist with a tender firmness, guiding her movements as she rose and fell against him. every meeting of their hips brought a fresh wave of pleasure.

but he could sense her fatigue, the way her rhythm faltered. "need my help, beautiful?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

she nodded, a soft whimper of "please" escaping her lips. with ease, he shifted them both, laying her on her back as he positioned himself between her thighs. his movements became more frantic, more desperate, as he plunged into her, groaning hoarsely with each thrust. y/ n's hands found his wrist, and when he applied a gentle pressure to her abdomen, her moans became more urgent.

he quickened his pace, sensing the edge of ecstasy looming before them both. with one hand, he massaged her in swift, precise circles, his thumb finding her most sensitive spot. y/n bit her lip, her breathless whimpers filling the space between them. "you're almost there, baby," he panted, ignoring the ache in his own body, focusing only on her.

her body trembled beneath him, tension building until it reached its peak. he glanced down at her, the lace of her lingerie a beautiful contrast against her skin, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of her. when she called his name, her voice laced with desperation, he unraveled completely. he pulled out of her, continuing the movements against her bud as her body jolted from the intensity of the sensation.

it didn't take long before her climax hit, her body arching under his touch. to him, it was the most exquisite sight. he gripped his length, pleasuring himself just enough to teeter on the edge of release, and y/n, noticing his need, took over. her hand wrapped around him, her strokes deliberate, and the fact that it was her touch that undid him pushed him over. spurts of his release spilled over her hand and dripped onto her bare abdomen, and asahi let out a long, pleasure-filled moan, his body still trembling as she continued to draw out his high.

slowly, her movements ceased, and asahi leaned down, his breath mingling with hers as they shared a soft kiss, a silent promise of contentment between them.

"sahi?" her voice broke the silence.

"yes, beautiful?" he whispered, brushing his lips against hers once more.

"can you make me one in blue?" she asked with a playful smile.

he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her lips. "anything you want, baby," he murmured, his laughter lingering in the air as they lay together, lost in each other's warmth and dimming lust.

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[pparadiselost]

avoir.

various (haikyuu) x fem reader how they like to make you cum warning(s): nsfw minors do not interact.

on their mouth!

Nothing riles them up more than pushing your thighs back with their big hands, nose prodding at your drooling slit while they use their tongue to tease your fluttering hole. They could keep you there for hours, hips pinned back and tongue flicking in and out of you, lapping up your cum and rubbing slow circles into your swollen clit. They’ll tease you endlessly: licking up and down suggestively, using the broad of their tongue to press up against your leaking cunt, chin drenched with your juices while you tug at their hair. The possessive gleam in their eyes is unmistakable when they glance up from between your legs, your body trembling violently from the relentless overstimulation, cooing about how they know you can give them one more. 

HINATA, tsukishima, yamaguchi, nishinoya, asahi, iwaizumi, osamu, SUNA

on their fingers!

They love planting you down on their laps and coaxing your legs apart, two fingers spreading apart your puffy lips while they murmur about how wet and pretty you are for them. They’ll prod at your desperate cunt with one finger, circling your soaked hole while you squirm and beg for them to push their fingers in and stretch you out, and it’s only when you look up with teary eyes and slurred words that they’ll oblige. Pumping two fingers in and out of you slowly, they swear they’re utterly addicted to the way your pussy squeezes and clenches up around their fingers. It’s like you’re begging to be edged and fucked—cumming all over their fingers until you can’t even remember who you are. 

kageyama, ennoshita, sugawara, DAICHI, kenma, OIKAWA, akaashi, terushima, sakusa

on their cock!

You feel heavenly, all wet and stretched out around their thick cock. Nothing beats being able to thrust in and out of you slowly, hips meeting and watching the way you squirm and arch your back. Isn’t this the ultimate act of love: a mimicry of procreation? All they want to do is shove you down onto their bed and split you in half on their dick, hearing you mewl and whimper about how good it feels, how good their cock feels, how you’re gonna cum all over their cock—they can’t get enough. They’re going to keep fucking you senseless, until their cum is dripping down your thighs and that sweet cunt of yours is stuffed to the brim with their semen. They can’t help it. It’s what they love doing most.

tanaka, UKAI, kuroo, lev, yaku, bokuto, ushijima, kita, ATSUMU

[cottonlemonade]

Hi hi!! I saw your lemonade stand and I LOVE the concept omg. Can I request a medium watermelon lemonade with pomegranate seeds for Asahi?

Thank you so much if you write it !! I hope you have a great day 🩷

Sharing A Tent With His Crush

word count: 1926 || avg. reading time: 8 mins.

pairing: Asahi x chubby manager!Reader

genre: fluff with spice

warning: mdni, spoilers

request: fluffy-spicy, sharing a tent with pining friend Asahi

“One, two, three, four…”

As Takeda counted in the background, Coach Ukai studied his clipboard, listening with a content smile to the hollering and laughter that was carried up from the beach by an easy sea breeze. The kids were off swimming and building sandcastles and trenches, enjoying their hard earned freedom after weeks of studying and practices.

“Oh no.”

Ukai turned to the teacher.

“What is it, Sensei?”

“Oh nononono - no!”

“What? Did we forget a cooler? What?”

“We are one tent short!”

“What?!”, Ukai’s booming yell made some birds fly out of a tree top, “I double checked it! Are you sure?”

The men stood shoulder to shoulder, counting. Again. And again. But even after the fifth time, Ukai had to admit his mistake.

“What are we gonna do?”, Takeda asked, panic rising in his voice.

“We just… gotta rethink logistics.”, Ukai said, grabbing the clipboard once more and flipping to the page of the sleeping arrangements.

One of the boys was supposed to sleep alone anyway. And one of the girls, too, because both numbers were uneven.

“Maybe we can squeeze Nishinoya, Hinata and Yamaguchi into one and then have y/n take the free boys’ tent.”

“Sensei, we can’t just sort them by size. I think… hm, y/n is a third year. If we put her with one of the other third years they should have the presence of mind not to try any funny business. The first years won’t get a wink of sleep having a girl so close to them at night and the second years are as girl-crazy as they come.”

“How about Sugawara then?”

“Don’t be too trusting, Sensei. I don’t think he is as innocent as he seems.”, Ukai said with a frown, “And Sawamura might do something without even realizing he is flirting. - I hate to say it but … Azumane will be too chicken to even go near her. I think he is our best bet.”

Asahi went pale when the news broke over dinner. He looked at you and was quite relieved to see you equally as shocked.

“It‘s just for one night.“, Ukai said quickly, “Not a big deal.“

Both the ace and third manager would very much beg to differ but the coach already made his way back to Takeda and his plate of chicken.

“No big deal.“, you repeated under your breath.

“No big deal.“, Asahi agreed.

It was, in fact, a big deal to Asahi. He didn‘t know exactly when he started to be hopelessly in love with you but if he had to take a guess, it was probably somewhere around the time when he noticed all of his sketches and doodles of various outfits becoming chubbier until they eventually matched your figure. Skirts for a lovely Sunday date, pantsuits for eventually kicking butt at an office where you undoubtedly would end up as CEO sooner or later, dresses for imaginary galas you‘d attend and even an elaborate gown for a daydream of a royal ball he had during a boring physics lesson. (He also came up with his own outfit for that occasion to match you.)

Noya was the only one he confided in. The libero had sworn on his honor to never hit on you and ever since tried to push his best friend to make a move before graduating and possibly losing sight of you. And after much pushing and pestering and strategizing, Asahi, under threat of violence, had agreed to confess his feelings before graduation - as an out, Asahi didn’t tell his friend that he hadn’t actually specified whether it was graduating high school or university so he still had time either way.

After dinner the team gathered around a bonfire to roast marshmallows and make up completely ridiculous, yet confident, remarks about constellations in the clear night sky.

Asahi was torn between wanting to play for time until curfew or savor every second of the increasingly appealing mishap - to share a tent, all night, alone, side by side with his crush.

But of course, as with every good beach episode, there had to be a game of truth or dare involved.

Daichi was forced to admit that he was deadly scared of mice, Hinata had to sit still for a whole minute and, in the meantime, Tsukki was dared to not insult him once. It was fun until Noya turned to you and the glint in his eyes made you gulp.

“So, y/n-san. Truth or dare?”

Quite frankly, both of these were dangerous coming from him but maybe truth wouldn’t be so bad.

Noya gave a victorious grin.

“Who, of the people here, do you have a crush on?”

Asahi wasn’t sure if it was the light of fire that made your cheeks look so pink. His heart quickened. You stammered, kneading your fingers in your lap.

“Alright everyone.”, Daichi said when an alarm went off on his phone, “Let’s get to bed. Lights out in 15 minutes.”

Noya groaned and began to argue but one look from the captain had him crumble. So instead, he and Tanaka pushed each other out of the way, eager to be the one to accompany Kiyoko the few steps to the tent she shared with Yaachi.

Suga and Daichi gave Asahi a nondescript nod Goodnight before heading to bed themselves.

It was quite miraculous, you thought, how Asahi’s massively tall frame could fit next to you, when your plump form occupied a good part of the truly pathetically crammed tent already.

You sat cross legged on your sleeping bag, in your pyjama shorts and oversized t-shirt. Given the sleeping arrangements you decided to keep wearing a bra.

“Just for one night, right?”, you said in a (failed) attempt to make your voice sound light and airy.

You pumped some oil into the palm of your hand before running your fingers through your hair. The pleasant smell filled the tent. You caught his eyes and smiled, then both of you looked away again. The atmosphere was somewhat stiff, even though you’ve been on friendly terms with the fellow third years ever since you switched over from the Sewing Club about a year ago.

“Do you think-“

“So what would you-“

You said at the same time and broke off, laughing awkwardly.

“You first.”, he said.

“Do you think it’s okay if we keep on a light?”, you asked.

“Sure. Do you have one? Cause otherwise, I brought-” Asahi reached for his backpack and so did you.

After a moment’s rummaging you produced a small panda bear figure and turned to see a thing in his hand that looked suspiciously like a round little rabbit with a leaf umbrella.

“Is that… is that the official Totoro night light with 8 different color options and dimming function??”

Asahi nodded and you clasped your hands in delight, leaning closer to inspect it as he held it out to you. You let out a small gasp. This was one of the best night lights on the market right now after all!

“I wanted one of those for ages! But they're always sold out! How did you get it?”

“I set myself an alert for when they’re back in stock.”

He basked in your impressed “Ohhhh” and a few minutes later you both lay on your stomachs, looking at the two soft glowing figures in front of you.

Outside the tent, Ukai nodded approvingly on his last checkup before turning in himself in the room he shared with Takeda in a guesthouse on the border of the camping grounds.

“What was your question?”

“Hm?”, Asahi turned to look at you.

“Earlier when I asked you about the light. You wanted to say something as well. What was it?”

“Oh, not important.”, he said and moved the Totoro night light a little closer to your panda.

“Come on, I wanna know.”, you lightly pushed his leg with your foot to encourage him.

“I was just… I-i was wondering what you would have said if Daichi’s alarm hadn’t gone off.”, he mumbled.

“When? Oh, the game. Uhm.” The pink from earlier returned to your cheeks. Now would be as good a time as any, you thought and after a deep breath you replied, “You.”

Stupidly, Asahi rolled around to check if there was someone else behind him in the tiny tent before moving his attention back to you.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”, you laughed.

“I- I don't know what to say.”, Asahi stammered.

You regarded him with a thoughtful smile, still somewhat hopeful that what Kiyoko and Suga told you was right.

“Well, you could tell me if you feel the same or not, maybe?”

“Oh right! Yes!”, he said, much louder than intended and ducked his head a moment later, “Yes, I do like you. A lot.”

You beamed at him.

“Nice.”

The following giggles were suppressed in your respective pillows.

When you came back up for air he brushed a few loose strands of hair out of his face and cleared his throat, “Would you like to go out with me once we’re back?”

“I’d love to.”

“Great.”

You both looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

“So…”, you began, weighing your words carefully, “Do you wanna make out?”

If Asahi had been drinking water, he would have choked on it. His face immediately turned bright red and he needed a minute to put a coherent word together. You waited patiently.

“Yes.”, he croaked eventually.

He didn’t move.

“I’ll be right there.”, he assured you, his voice and face still not quite back to normal.

“That’s alright.”

Asahi’s eyes widened when you scooted closer and your noses almost touched.

“Hi.”

“H-hello.”

It started out with a peck. You pulled back to check if he had any objections but you didn’t get very far. His lips followed yours as if magnetic. He sighed into the kiss and your smile widened if possible even further. His large hand came to rest on your waist and you slotted your leg between his. The kiss soon became open mouthed, your tongue slipping back and forth to test the waters.

You hummed happily against him, making him squeeze your pillowy hips. He was losing his mind. How could one person feel this good? Your hand brushed down his muscular arm to lay on top of his and began to move it. He was so engrossed in your taste that he didn’t notice until he cupped your breast.

“Y/n…”, he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. He stared at his hand, how it went up and down along with your panting. You, in turn, felt him throb against your thigh that was pushed between his legs.

Your chubby fingers closed around his much larger hand, easing him into the idea that he was free to touch you.

“Y/n…”, he whispered again and was met with your lips on his once more. He had never been drunk before but he was sure this was exactly what it must feel like.

Asahi groaned into your mouth when his palm pressed against your hardened nipple, pushing through the fabrics.

____________________

Picking up a piece of omelet with his chopsticks the next morning, Asahi grinned down at his bowl of rice like an idiot. You sat right next to him, so close that your heavenly thighs touched his, just as dazed from the previous night.

Tsukki frowned and said to no one in particular, but loud enough for you to hear, “Do they realize that tents aren’t soundproof?”

a/n: this one got so away from me xD thank you for your request and your kind words! I hope you enjoy it 🌟

Also I apologize for being so inactive. It’s a mixture of writer’s block, summer heat and a twisted back 🥲

[ridiculouslly-ridiculous]

Thinking about my oblivious beefy boyfie 😔

Various aged up! HQ characters x Fem! Reader

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Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize how fucking hung he is

Oblivious boyfie! whose cock you take so well every time he fucks you into oblivion

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize the only reason you take him so well is because he makes sure to properly eat you out and make you cum at least once before he drills his cock into you

Oblivious boyfie! who has only been with you and has fallen madly in love with you and your pussy

Oblivious boyfie! who doesn’t realize he’s above average size and girth until his friends see it while he was changing

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends have to break the news to him

Oblivious boyfie! who nonchalantly tells his friends that you, his pretty little girlfriend, takes it with such ease so he always thought he was average

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends get jealous of your boyfriend for many reasons: 1, his size; 2, that he has you

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends also feel their cocks twitch imagining you, their best friends sweet girlfriend, taking your boyfriends fat cock and imagining how well you could take theirs

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends now have to avoid you for a while

Oblivious boyfie! whose friends have no idea they could never fuck you the way your boyfriend can

Oblivious boyfie! who fucks you til you’ve at least cummed on his cock twice, and maybe squirted

Oblivious boyfie! who matches your drive, energy, and always knows the right things to say to have you creaming all over his cock

Oblivious boyfie! who might’ve been the only cock you’ve ever taken, but it’s the only one you can ever see yourself needing

Bokuto, Osamu, Daichi, Ushijima, Meian, Ukai, Aone, Asahi, Iwazumi, your beefy fave <3

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[snazzyturtles]

"Somnolent"

asahi x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

plagued by nightmares, you just can't fall asleep- until your roommate decides to help out

somnolent- a state of strong desire for sleep, refer to the state preceding falling asleep.

wc: 10.4 k

tw: roommates, aged up (post-timeskip) , unprotected, teasing, titty sucking, fingering, handjobs, edging, bd/sp, mating press, creampie, pet names (little bunny, princess, baby, sweetheart/sweetie) , implied small/short-er reader (but lets face it asahi is a big boy so pretty much everyone fits in this category) , asahi has a subconscious daddy kink

he's tired- that much is clear. it's visible from the bags under his eyes, the way he's covering his mouth as he yawns, the slightly groggy tone he has when he speaks. "what's got you up so late?" you can hear his concern even through the drowsiness.

you turn your head slowly, looking over the back of the couch to stare at his face. his brown hair is pulled into that low bun of his, some loose strands messily sticking out, but he makes it look good. his glasses are low on the bridge of his nose, his gaze sleepy, yet interested.

asahi definitely looked sleepy. lucky.

"i've been trying to sleep all night, but i just can’t… thought a boring movie might help, but it just woke me up even more…” you can't help but frown at the situation. you're normally asleep at this hour, and you always fall asleep before him.

"oh?" he asks as he leans against the doorway, "what kind of movie did you watch? you know that a movie really isn't the best thing to watch if you're trying to sleep." you can tell he's teasing you a bit, but his voice is soft, gentle. "i'm sure that if you try to relax enough, you'll be fast asleep in no time.”

your eyebrows furrow at his response, confused by his suddenly direct reaction. "what are you talking about, asahi?" this was so unlike him, but it was late at night. 

"i can see you're also having trouble sleeping, so how about we do something together to distract ourselves?" his tone is slightly pleading but also encouraging at the same time. “a little sleepover- what do you say?" his expression still shows slight drowsiness, but now you can clearly notice the way he's trying to look a little more awake as he offers a little smile.

your breath catches for a second at his response. asahi wanted you to go in his room with him?

"w-wait, what?”

you guess it did make some sense, he's obviously tired and you were only keeping him awake the longer you made noise in the apartment. but at the same time…

his voice suddenly grows a little softer- he's a bit embarrassed after your reaction. "it-it's nothing unusual," he says. "j-just roommates sharing a bed since we both can't sleep. there's nothing more to it…” he sighs at the end and waits for you to answer him. he still looks rather tired, but he's trying to look awake for you.

“i… i guess that might help..." you mumble back. he was bigger than you, maybe he'd be a good space heater for the night. you reach over to pick up the remote and turn off the tv, standing up to look at him. "give me a minute, i'm going to go change into some pajamas, okay?”

"o-okay," he answers, nodding. “'i'II be waiting for you and-," he adds quickly after, lowering his voice even though you're the only two people in the apartment, "we'll just sleep, okay? so don't get the wrong idea."

there's a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he continues to look at you. your eyes widen at his response, quickly turning and shuffling to your room. was he really thinking about stuff like that? with you? you hadn't even thought about him in that way before, not since the apartment complex assigned you two to be roommates, but now your skin is burning bright red as you change into your pajamas.

a soft silence fills the apartment, as if the only sound that was allowed to exist is the small noises of you changing your clothes so you can share the bed with asahi.

"she's getting changed," he mumbles quietly to himself, "she's still tired and we're just sharing the bed. nothing more. nothing more.” 

i'm being stupid, you think to yourself.

he's just looking out for his roommate, nothing more. 

you change quickly into your pajamas, walking back out to the living room and turning to find asahi. he’s is sitting up, his legs crossed with an arm tucked under his head, trying his best to look awake, even though you can tell he just wants to lay back and sleep.

his expression softens when he sees you back in the room. “ready?” pulling down the bottom of your nightgown, you nod your head and start walking towards him after you shut your bedroom door.

now you're the one making asahi nervous. he shifts slightly, standing up and freezing in place. his tone is quiet and he tries to keep his eyes from wandering to your nightgown for more than a few seconds. don't do anything stupid, he thinks to himself, you're just two roommates sharing a bed, this is nothing out of the ordinary. asahi doesn't say anything more, just staying quiet and waiting for you to stand next to him.

nodding your head, you walk towards him and he pulls you into a deep hug, your body is suddenly squeezed against his large chest. you hug him back when he pulls you in, feeling warm as your bodies press against each other.

he pulls back, grabbing your hand and starts to walk you towards his room.

when he opens the door, you suddenly realize that even though you were roommates, you have never been in his room before. his desk is covered in designs he was planning for work, and the rest of the room is all so clean in contrast to yours. 

“whoa…”

staring down at the drawings on the desk, you can't help but gape. "you never let me see any of the designs while you're working on them, these are great asahi…” you notice he's gone silent, looking up to see him staring down at you in an awkward expression. he suddenly seems uncomfortable, not wanting to look in your direction now, yet he still grabs your hand tightly and leads you toward his bed. he's acting slightly odd now, but again, it's probably due to how late it is.

you sit on the edge of the bed and look back up at him with wide eyes as he turns to pull his long hair out of its bun, letting it drape around his face. pulling his t-shirt over his head, your body stiffens at his actions. 

he's just trying to get comfortable for sleep, right?

the thought of him possibly sleeping shirtless right next to you makes your heartbeat quicken and the blood rush to your face. this is the first time you've seen his bare chest, and you can't bring yourself to look away. his body is even more built than you thought it'd be, with muscles everywhere you look and even a slight tan. he's a handsome man, you've always thought that, but you can't deny that he's suddenly become even more hot in front of you.

he doesn't say anything, and just gazes at you for a moment. his face, however, has become a little red as he holds his shirt. in other circumstances, his actions would probably come off as flirting and seductive... but this is asahi. he wouldn't flirt with his roommate. he most likely just wants to get dressed for the night. "i-i'm just getting comfortable for sleep," he says quickly after, his voice cracking a bit. "nothing unusual.”

your breath catches, your eyes widening as you slowly nod your head at him. you can't take your eyes off him, and you don't know what to do as he turns around. you don't say anything and your eyes wander from his muscular back to the way his long hair drapes over his bare arms and upper body, revealing more of his physique. as if by instinct, your mind goes to the idea of him in nothing but boxers. he sits on the bed beside you and then lays down, glancing over at you with a slightly nervous expression.

"t-the marks. on your body... what are the bruises from?” after the words leave your mouth, you freeze, realizing maybe you shouldn't have asked that. but you had never really seen him like this before, and definitely not this close. you scramble to cover up what you said quick in embarrassment.

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked. you... you used to play sports, right? there's pictures at your desk, they must be from that, yeah?” with the light remains of bruises scattering his legs and forearms, it catches your attention and it feels more like you're talking to them rather than him.

he's confused at your comments for a split second before he realizes what you're talking about, and his face becomes red. he suddenly sits up. "don't ask about that, it's not your business," he whispers. but when you mention the pictures to him, he sighs a little and closes his eyes for a moment. "yeah, i'm a former volleyball player," he says, his voice slightly shaky. "stopped playing as soon as i graduated high school.” you notice his shoulders slump a little.

your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him. "why'd you stop? it looks like you enjoyed it in the pictures, and i'm sure you were great.”

you notice that his expression softens a little. "i did enjoy playing, yeah," he says, his voice a bit quieter but still audible. "i wasn't amazing or anything, but i had a lot of fun with my friends.” he takes a moment to rub his eyes, looking tired again. "but then i got busy with life after graduating and, well..." he leaves his explanation hanging. "i don't wanna talk about this stuff now," he whispers, looking down. "i just... wanna sleep.”

“okay…” you whisper out, shuffling how you sit on the edge of the bed and playing with the edge of your nightgown. "how do you want to do this? w-want to lay down i mean. like… who goes where or whatever..." your face is burning again at your slip of words.

he looks over at you, taking in your appearance a little more. now that he's actually paying attention to you, he seems to notice a lot more details, like the way your hair falls over you, and the soft blush on your face, but he doesn't say anything. his only response is a nod as he moves to lay down on his back, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. he looks over at you for a moment and smiles warmly. "you can lay down next to me, if you want?”

you look up, staring at him before nodding and shuffling on the bed to lay down next to the wall. asahi reaches over to the nightstand, turning off the lamp and laying back down under the blankets. the room turns quiet as you fall asleep, dark and still as your breathing evens out and you both lull to sleep. 

it's calm for a while, silent before your body jolts as you wake up suddenly, panting and looking around. you take a moment to try and calm yourself down, your mind racing with thoughts as your eyes dart around the room, but everything is dark. 

you're suddenly aware of asahi next to you, still asleep with his arms wrapped around a pillow. he's quiet and still, the faint scent of his shampoo lingering in the air. your heart begins to slow down and your breathing, along with your thoughts, becomes steady. your head leans back towards the ceiling, letting out a sigh as you turn to look at asahi.

you tap his shoulder lightly, trying to wake him up. you feel bad doing it, he looks so peaceful and you could tell he was tired, but you need something. someone. him. "a-asahi? are you awake?”

he seems a bit surprised as you tap his shoulder, but he slowly wakes up and looks over at you. his expression becomes a little confused and groggy. "what's wrong?" he asks, sounding half asleep and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. he looks rather tired from the lack of sleep, moving slightly to get a bit closer to you. "is everything okay? do you need something?”

"i-i... i'm sorry, i shouldn't have woken you up. it's nothing.” you scramble back to your side of the bed, turning away and pulling your legs into your chest.

stupid, stupid, stupid…

"it's okay," asahi says, trying to comfort you. "you don't need to apologize for that. we're roommates, you know? do you want to tell me what the issue is?" his voice is quiet and soothing, trying to make you feel better. he seems to notice how you're sitting away from him, your body slightly shaking. "hey, come here, " he whispers, scooting over to make room for you again. "i don't think you need to stay away.”

"i-i keep having nightmares... every night since i've moved... and it keeps happening more and more. i can’t sleep anymore...” you roll over to look up in his eyes. “that's why i was up earlier. i don’t- i can't... i'm sorry.”

asahi thinks about your words for a moment and then scoots a bit closer again in order to put an arm around you. "hey, it's alright," he whispers, his voice sounding soft and caring. "i'm here for you, if you need me. i'm here for you.”

"you didn't do anything wrong, you hear me?" he sounds comforting as he pulls your body a little closer to his. "you want me to hold you? can i do that for you?" his tone switches from formal to much more intimate, catching you by surprise. you nod your head, ducking it and tucking into his chest. he's warm, and even though his chest is covered with muscles, he still feels soft. you feel his arm slip over your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his body, wrapping the blankets around both of you. your bodies are closely pressed against each other, your breathing in sync. after silence settles for a minute with only your breaths being heard, you speak up quietly. 

"it's funny, i've been your roommate for over a month now, but tonight was the first time i've ever seen your room, and we honestly know nothing about each other.”

once you speak up, asahi sighs a little. "i guess that's true…" he whispers, his voice full of tiredness. “we’ve lived together that long but we really know nothing about each other, huh...” he smiles slightly and caresses your hair. "it does sound a bit funny, now that you mention it.”

"maybe that's why i keep having nightmares... staying in a new place with someone i don't know…” you whisper it under your breath, more to yourself than to him, but it was the truth. you barely know anything besides how each other look and each other’s daily schedules.

your words seem to have been loud enough for asahi to hear, his hand moving from your hair to your lower back as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer than before.

"maybe that really is the issue." he sounds a little more awake than he was before now, his eyes open wider. "it wouldn't make sense to have all these nightmares if you weren't worried about anything.”

"but that's not a concern at all. " he continues. "i'm not a threat to you, am i?" his expression has gone from being sleepy to a bit more serious, yet still calm. you start to feel how tightly he's holding you in his arms as you bury your face in his shoulder, his body so warm, and his breathing, though quiet, is slow and steady.

your face starts burning in embarrassment even more as you tuck your face further into him. "you did scare me a bit when i first moved here, you look kinda intimidating sometimes.”

"you think i look intimidating? why?" he asks, his voice a bit surprised and confused. "i'm not a scary guy, you know that, right?” he lets out an awkward laugh and adjusts his arm around your waist. “my friends say i’m actually quite the softie.”

a giggle leaves your throat as you finally look up, staring into his eyes. "nah, i’m not scared anymore. you're like... i dunno. a big teddy bear, i guess. bears that look big and scary, but are actually cuddly sweeties, unless you piss them off.”

asahi smiles as you look up at him, his expression now softer. "that's actually a really cute analogy," he says, his voice full of warmth. “guess i see what you mean though," he says, smiling warmly at you. "i am a big guy, so..." he lets out a small snicker again.

his arm moves from your waist to your leg as he places his free hand underneath your head and pulls you closer still.

feeling his hands move across your skin like that makes your eyes suddenly squeeze shut and your breath catch slightly. "d-definitely a big guy…”

"what'd you think of me? what animal do you think i'm like?" your eyes flutter back open, staring up into his. you can almost feel his eyes wander your body, exploring every inch of your skin with a look of interest, as if he was trying to memorize everything about you.

"hmm... what kind of animal would you be? well…” he takes a moment to think. "you're kinda like a rabbit, to be honest with you," he says, his voice having changed from soothing and calm to a bit more intimate. "cute and adorable, with those big, lovely eyes of yours.”

he lets out a soft chuckle again as he continues, "yeah, you're a rabbit." he looks down at you again. "is that okay with you?" his hand moves down your thigh as he speaks, caressing your leg and making his way toward the hem of your nightgown.

staring into his eyes, you can't help the shiver that runs across your body from his touch. "but don't bears eat bunnies?" you whisper up at him.

he lets out a small laugh again at your comment and his eyes travel your body more. as his hand reaches the hem of your nightgown, your skin bristles under his touch. "not this bear," he continues, his voice quiet and calming. “i won't eat you, no. so don't worry about it.” he shifts his body a little once again and suddenly pulls you even closer to him as his free hand slides up your leg a tiny bit further. "shall i show you how gentle i truly am?" he whispers.

"maybe..." you whisper back, your breaths deep as you feel his hands against your skin, trying to calm yourself as much as you can. your face immediately burns red at your own words, embarrassed in anticipation for his response.

his smile becomes slightly wider as he hears your last words, his free hand slowly and softly trailing your leg as his eyes become wider and more intense. "did i hear you correctly, little bunny?" he whispers, his voice barely audible. "do you want me to do that?” the hand caressing your leg moves up a bit more and starts to pet your thigh, his fingernails barely touching your skin.

you nod your head lightly, arching your back and letting out a small whimper when you feel his hand pulling away.

am i seriously doing this?

but he's just so...

"big teddy bear can do whatever he wants.”

his smile becomes wider and his face slowly moves closer to yours. "i’m going to be very gentle with you. very, very gentle.” he whispers, his voice very soft but still a bit more intimate than before.

the sound of the bed sheets rustling and the blankets being adjusted is heard as asahi moves himself closer to you and shifts himself to have better access to your body. his hand moves back up your thigh and touches your nightgown again, making his fingers skim over you.

you can’t help but squirm when you feel his big hands ghosting your skin, fingers playing with your nightgown, staring up into his pretty brown eyes as you nod your head.

“more.”

your words make his smile widen and his eyes look more alive. his touch becomes a little more firm and his breathing becomes a bit heavier. "tell me what to do, little bunny." his voice is barely audible as his body moves slightly on top of you, waiting for your instructions, looking down at you with his hands still on your legs and his breath catching slightly in his throat. a small whimper leaves your mouth as you stare up at him, his long hair hanging down, framing your face.

"want teddy bear to kiss me." you whisper under your breath.

“i can do that," he whispers, looking at you intently. he leans down closer and places a small kiss on your lips, his hand moving up your thigh slowly. his lips are soft, gentle and almost scared against yours. they linger on yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“what else?” his body moves closer to you once again as his hand reaches the bottom of your nightgown and he starts to lift it up a little. "tell me what you want, little bunny.” he whispers, his voice now sounding just a bit more desperate.

your breathing is getting heavier, your eyes unable to separate from his.

“again.”

your answer makes him lean down and claim your lips for a second time. his hand sneaks under your nightgown and moves it upward, his touch becoming a little more firm. still as gentle as he can make it, but definitely more firm than before.

"like that, sweetheart?" he whispers, his voice sounding more desperate by the second as his breath catches in his throat. his eyes are glued to yours and his body shifts a little bit on top of yours. "do you want me to keep going?" he asks softly.

you nod your head quickly, not wanting him to stop. "uh huh, please.” you arch your back as you felt his hands getting higher while they pull at your nightgown, aiding him as he tries to lift it.

he grins at you and moves his free hand to your thigh before pulling on your nightgown once again. he lets out a soft groan as your body curves ever so slightly from your movements. "you're a really good girl, little bunny." he whispers as he continues, bringing you even closer. "you like when your big teddy bear kisses you, don't you?"

"i'll give you more, sweetheart.”

a long whine leaves your mouth as you feel a sudden chill when the fabric of your nightgown is lifted higher, his flingers tracing lines across your skin, making you want more and more from him. "pleaseee, want you so bad.”

"i love you, little bunny." 

as soon as the words pass through his lips his face looks more anxious. "i really do love you, you know that, right?” he whispers as his hand continues to move your nightgown up more and more, his fingertips touching and caressing every inch of skin they can reach within reason. your own breathing is heavy now, as you're barely managing to control your own desires at this point. "do you want me to kiss you again?”

you nod your head rapidly, not wanting him to stop. his lips are addicting, you can't help it.

“more.”

the sound of the fabric moving and rustling is loud in the otherwise quiet room as his hand manages to pull the nightgown just a little bit higher than before. he leans over you and places his lips on yours for a third time, his tongue slowly slipping out and brushing against your lips as his body presses against yours, his free hand caressing your body.

you can't help but moan when you feel his tongue slip in and brush against yours, moving in your mouth in a way that makes you melt in his arms even more. it's like your tongues were made for each other, fitting in the other's mouth perfectly. at the sound of your moans, he smiles widely against your lips as his tongue continues to dance with yours. as if he's been waiting to kiss you like this, as if he's been missing something from his life and you're finally filling that gap.

his hand holds on tight to your body, like he's finally fulfilling one of his dreams. you're breathless, and so is he. "do you want more? little bunny?” you're panting, gazing back up into his deep chocolate eyes. the higher his hands run under your nightgown, the more your body shivers, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you lean up to press a small kiss on his stubbly chin.

he lets out a soft groan when you kiss him, looking all the more hungry as he stares at you. his breathing is more frantic, as if he's just found the missing thing he's been looking for. "god, you're just so damn beautiful," he whispers to you, his other hand starting to move the fabric of your nightgown up higher and higher. he seems to be in a hurry despite already managing to reach your thighs, and the way he glances at you tells you that he seems to be contemplating whether or not to really do it…

"do you want me to take off your nightgown?”

a small breath leaves your mouth when you hear what he says. you knew that the situation was growing heavier, and you couldn't deny that you wanted asahi, but you didn't think that he'd actually ask you something like that.

"d-do you want to?”

asahi looks at you for a moment, his body pressed against yours and his fingers hovering above your clothes. his eyes travel to the nightgown that's barely covering you. the way his eyes dart from the nightgown to your face shows how conflicted he feels, and after a moment of silence, his eyes finally find yours once again.

his voice is barely audible when he speaks, as if that question itself scares him a bit. "i do... i really do, baby.” he closes his eyes and looks away for a moment before opening them again. "but only if you really want it." as he speaks, his hand lightly caresses your leg. "can i take off your nightgown, sweetheart?” 

your breathing is heavy, and you stare into his eyes as you nod your head slowly, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards the fabric at the edge of your nightgown.

asahi’s eyes light up when he sees what you're attempting to do, his hand moving slowly as he takes hold of the rim of your nightgown. he takes a moment before slowly starting to lift it upwards, not taking his eyes off yours at any moment. he doesn't pull it off all at once- he does it slowly, slowly revealing pieces of your skin as he goes. with a small smile and the occasional gasps and moans, it's obvious that both him and you like this.

as the fabric is slowly raised, you're exposed to the cold air of the bedroom, and it tickles your skin, making you shiver under his light touch. you can't help but let a small whimper escape your lips as you stare up at his focused expression. he pulls the fabric further and further, allowing your body to become fully exposed to his gaze- your skin bare, exposed, vulnerable.

"do you like this, sweetheart?” asahi asks, his voice more quiet than ever. he moves his face close to yours and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. "i want to see you up close. can i?" he whispers.

a moan slips through your mouth from his movements, his words, everything happening at once. "please.”

he breathes deeply and moves his face away, looking at you for a moment before leaning down towards you again. his voice is quiet, full of affection, and he drags his thumb across your lips as moves his mouth back to your ear. "little bunny, i want you to feel good..." he whispers. 

"i want you to feel good with your big teddy bear.” he moves your hair away from your face and leans his face close to yours again, his fingers petting your lips. "can we keep going? would you like that?”

the calluses on his fingers scrapes at your lips, but for some reason, it makes everything even more exciting. you reach your hands up, trailing them over his chest to link around his shoulders, and whisper out a small “yes.”

his heartbeat becomes quicker as you place your hands on his body, his breathing faster and he lets out a small, quiet moan before leaning forward and placing his lips on your own again. his hands slowly move down until they reach your bare chest. his fingers brushing against your skin as he continues kissing you with everything he can pour out of himself.

you can’t help but moan into his mouth when you feel his large hands ghosting your tits, the touches so light it tickles your skin and makes you whine for more.

his lips never leave yours as he kisses you with all his enthusiasm and passion, his hands slowly and carefully mapping your bare skin, as if he's afraid he'd accidentally hurt you. your moans and whimpers makes him feel the need to do even more as he kisses you harder and more eagerly than before, feeling like he's trying to memorize your taste. your fingers move into his hair and you pull him closer.

the feeling of his lips linked with yours and his hands caressing your bare skin sends sensations throughout your entire body. it makes your legs quiver and you struggle to maintain control over your own body while he continues to kiss you. when he finally pulls back to take a breath, you’re panting with your head rolled back, a smile beginning to spread across your face.

"such a teddy bear," you breathe out with your eyes shut, chuckling slightly under your breath.

his face is bright red and his breathing is a bit shaky, but he doesn't feel the need to say anything yet as he places his hand back on your chest and lightly squeezes your tits. "such a good little bunny," he whispers. “i've wanted to do this with you for so long." his voice is still very soft, his smile beaming. “are you happy? can i kiss you again?" he asks, his voice filled with desire.

a giggle leaves your mouth as you finally open your eyes again, looking up at him. you slowly reach your hand up, weaving it through his long hair and smile back at him. "definitely happier now, asahi." you nod your head and lean up until your lips meet, kissing him again.

when his lips once again meet yours, they clash with more intensity than before. his tongue slips out quickly, smashing with yours, his fingers moving down your body once again as he begins rubbing your bare back. "you're so beautiful when you're smiling like that, you know that right?” he whispers against your lips, his voice sounding more like a murmur. "you're so perfect when your voice is filled with little giggles and your face has that cute smile.” his thumb strokes your back as he leans back down, his tongue continuing to map your mouth.

you can’t help but blush at what he's saying, already feeling lightheaded by everything happening, and now feeling even more on edge through the kiss. your fingers tangle in his hair, trying to drag him somehow even closer as you wrap your leg around him. with a little giggle, he lets himself be pulled closer as you continue kissing him. he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you even more, pressing your bodies together more and more the longer the kiss lasts. your breathing is heavy, and the kiss is getting more passionate as your tongues play with each other. small sounds of pleasure escape your lips when he pulls his tongue away from yours. "can i be a bit more... bold... this time, little bunny?" he whispers.

you smile up at him through heavy breaths, trying to somehow think straight. "how can you be more bold than this?”

he grins as he gives you a small, teasing smirk. "there's much more i can do than just kiss you, little bunny. can i please show you what i can do?" he whispers, his voice full of affection and desire. his hands continue to caress your body, moving up and down as he gently strokes you. "can i touch you more? can we go further than just kisses and little touches? sweetheart, please let me see all of you.”

you melt into his gentle touches, smiling. opening your eyes to stare back into his as your nails trail slowly from his scalp, along his shoulders, down his back. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants to do to me.”

asahi lets out a small moan when you drag your nails down his body, his hands continuing to caress you, his voice becoming more desperate. "i want to touch your pussy, sweetie,” he whispers as his face somehow becomes even more red. "will you let me touch you there? little bunny, please? can i see you, all of you?”

a small shiver runs through your body as you hear his words and feel his hands moving across your skin. 

this is too good.

"y-you can... if you take off your sweatpants too. so we're even..." a blush runs down your skin at his words and touches, but you want him so much.

his cheeks become a little more red as you say this, but he quickly nods at you and begins removing his sweatpants. "anything for you, little bunny.” his hands move from your body and he slides his sweatpants down, revealing his toned legs and tight underwear. the sight in front of you makes your breath catch- his arms flexing as he pulls his sweatpants off, showing his thick, muscular thighs that make you whimper. as he crawls back onto the bed, it displays his muscles and sends shivers down your spine. he sits down next to you and slowly caresses your body again, his touch a little more intimate now, his gaze filled with love and affection. "sweetheart, can i touch you now?”

when you feel his big hands lightly smoothing the skin on your tummy, your heartbeat starts speeding up- but when you hear him speak and look up into his big kind eyes, you immediately calm.

his touch gets more firm and intimate as his hands move up your torso, towards your breasts. your can feel his hands caressing your skin, gently stroking your tits with his callused fingers, making them move ever so slightly. this time, the sounds coming from your lips sound more like moans than anything. 

"they're so pretty, little bunny." asahi whispers as he continues caressing you. as he speaks, his hands continue to caress your skin, as if he’s worshiping your body with every touch. then, once he's close enough, he leans forward and takes one of your tits into his mouth, suckling it lightly. you can't help the long whine that slips from your mouth at the feeling, him rolling the nipple between his lips. when he pulls back, a small line of saliva connects it to his mouth.

"little bunny, your skin is so soft…” his voice is soft with a smile as he continues caressing your body. his touch is still light, but you can tell he wants to do so much more. his hands start trailing lower and lower until his fingers touch the edge of your panties. "can i touch you down there, little bunny? can i touch you there and show you how much i love you?" his words are quiet, eyes glued to his hands as they tremble.

"please, asahi." you whisper out. you can tell he's nervous, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. with a quick nod, his hands move beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers slowly moving across the surface of your skin as he pulls them down. 

"i'll make you feel good, little bunny…” his voice is quiet and filled with desires he's wanted to fulfill for so long. "do you... do you want me, little bunny? do you want me to touch your pussy and show you how good it can feel?" he whispers softly as his fingers continue moving, lightly trailing across your folds, searching for the perfect spot.

your back arches and you can’t help but squirm under his touch, his big, warm hands pawing at you and turning you into mush. "yesss, want teddy bear to touch me." you’re mewling from his touch, his words.

"please, daddy.” you whisper with your eyes squeezed shut.

asahi’s head snaps up to look at you as you call him that, and a huge blush spreads across his face. his voice becomes even quieter than before when he speaks again. "little bunny, can you... call me that again? can you call me daddy, please?” 

as he speaks, his long, thick fingers slip into your pussy, sinking deeper and deeper, searching for the perfect spot. he's using so much restraint now, as if he's afraid of moving too fast for you, your sounds and words turning him into a complete mess.

his thumb brushes against your clit and makes your vision go blank, your body tensing up, flinging your head back into the pillow below as you cry out. "there! right there, daddy!”

his breath catches when your voice peaks and your body tenses under his touch. "right there, little bunny?" he whispers, still unable to believe that you just called him “daddy”, and how loud you were when you did it. you were always so quiet, but your moans and whimpers are making him weak on his knees.

his thumb continues to circle your clit, his other fingers reaching deep to rub the inside of your pussy as he keeps up with the movement you like so much. "d-don't stop asahi." you whine out, your eyes fluttering back open to stare at his face. "s...so good.”

"i... i won't stop. i promise.” his hands keep going, his fingers moving with rhythm and a pace that makes you mewl. he presses his lips against your neck and whispers in your ear. "little bunny, do you feel all hot and tingly down there? do you feel it building up?”

"i do, i do!” you cry out, your cunt feeling like it's burning under his touch, your breathing getting quicker and quicker. he tilts his head and takes a small kiss, a little teasing nip on your neck as he leans over you again. "tell me how good it feels…”

"f-feels a-amazing." you stutter, turning into a mumbling mess under his hands. his fat fingers feel like fire against your skin, and he continues to make you feel good, slowly moving his fingers in circles and caressing the same spot over and over again. his breaths become louder as he puts as much attention as he can into making you feel good.

"i want you to tell me when you're about to cum." his voice becomes softer and softer as he speaks. “little bunny, can you please tell daddy when you feel it?" his hands are slightly trembling now as he continues moving his fingers back and forth, massaging your cunt to the sound of your moans.

you nod your head quickly, mewling under his touch. "c-close daddy, i’m close.”

his lips curl up into a smile as he hears your words, his touch becoming more intense and aggressive in attempt to make you feel the best he can. "that's it, little bunny." he whispers. "keep going. keep going. i'm right here…” your body starts trembling and your breaths grow louder. you're so close now, and you might not be able to hold back for much longer.

your body suddenly tenses up, squeezing in on itself as you subconsciously curl your limbs together. a long and loud cry escapes your mouth as you start shaking around his fingers.

“asahiiiii!”

his own voice breaks as he hears you cry out his name. "yes, baby! you can do it!"

"mhm... yes, little bunny..." he leans closer towards you and holds you close, kissing you for a few long seconds before whispering into your ear once again. "let it go, sweetie. let it go." his words and touches are filled with love and affection, your arms clinging to him as your body begins to calm down, whimpers spilling from your mouth as you look up at him with shaky eyes.

he's blushing when he looks back at you with a huge smile. "you did it… good job, little bunny." he whispers, as his damp fingers slowly slipping out and moving to caress your thigh. "does it feel good now? do you…” he slowly sits back on his knees, moving close to you and caressing your hair as your head rests on his chest. "tell me. how do you feel now? was it good, princess?" he whispers, sounding a bit nervous.

you look up at his flustered face and nod in response. "uh huh… yeah.” you stare at him for a while, looking his body up and down before taking notice of something and whispering, "you didn't get to do anything though, did you?”

his face becomes slightly redder as you point that out to him. "eh... n-no, not really... but that's okay! you don't have to do anything for me." he whispers, and the way he's looking at you is different than before. he wraps his arms around your body and hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head. "is there... anything i can do for you? is there anything you want from me?”

you tilt your head up to look at him. “but that's not fair for you. i want my teddy bear to be happy too, like you made me." you can’t help the look of innocence on your face- he deserves to feel like that too.

his blush gets deeper when you point that out to him. "i... no, no, it's okay. i don't need to feel good right now." he whispers, still trying to avoid the situation. but when he sees that innocent look on your face, he gives up and slowly leans down towards you.

"okay, fine! you can… reward me then, princess." his voice becomes slightly breathy by the way you're looking at him. "can i have your mouth then, please?"

a small smile spreads across your face when you hear his response, nodding your head. "anything you want, asahi.”

his lips slowly and lightly press against yours as he leans to kiss you. this isn't the heated make-out session you just had with him- this is slow, tender. one hand slowly trails down from your hair to your back, gently caressing you, his other hand holding you close to his body. his eyes slowly close and his heart flutters with excitement. "you're so beautiful, princess." he murmurs softly as his lips remain pressed against yours.

you can feel his scruff tickling your chin as he whispers, and it makes you giggle lightly. you shuffle around so you can sit up a little better, making it easier for him to reach your mouth without making him lean down so far. it's impossible not to melt into his soft kisses, and it makes you feel like you were almost… connected. he continues slowly kissing you as you move, making sure to adjust his head just right to make you feel comfortable. his tongue slowly touches your lips, teasing them and causing you to smile- this is much more intimate than the other kisses. "do you want to lay back down, princess?" he whispers lightly.

"mmm hmm…” you mumble against his lips, following his movements as he begins to rotate how you sit. his strong arms slide down to wrap around your waist as he lowers you onto your back, towering over you as your lips remain connected. his arms slowly move away from your waist and caress your body as his lips move from your mouth to your neck to press gentle, soft love bites. "you taste so good..." he whispers, his head moving up and down your body. "i want so much more, princess.”

you can’t help but moan as you feel his mouth suck and nibble at your collarbones, the feeling so good as his body heat spreads across yours. "teddy bear can do whatever he wants- it's your turn." you breathe out.

asahi suddenly freezes, looking up slowly and smiling when he hears your words. "do you mean... you'll let me…" he pauses for a tiny moment, a small bit of hope shining in his eyes. “i can do whatever i want? i can play with you however i want?”

a smile spreads across your face and a small giggle escapes when you hear his response. he's so cute. 

"yes asahi.”

his eyes light up and his entire face becomes bright red when he hears your giggle. "thank you, little bunny..." he breathes out. his fingers start trailing across your body once more, his movements becoming quicker and more eager. "are you ready, princess? just let me know if it's too much and i'll stop, please tell me if you feel any pain." his words are spoken with so much affection and worry, his eyes lidded as he continues to explore your body.

"i think i'm ready." you say, looking up at him with a smile. "i'Il tell you, i promise.”

his fingers and mouth keep moving across your body, suckling your skin and leaving kisses. "good, princess. good, good…” he whispers, his voice filled with affection. he can't help but feel giddy as he continues touching your body, feeling you react to his touch. his hand goes back up to your hair and he gives it a gentle stroke as he lifts his head. "just tell me if it starts to hurt, okay, princess?”

you nuzzle his hand as it strokes your hair, giving a small nod in response as you lift your legs. hiking them around his back, you begin to tug and play with the waistband of his boxers with your toes.

his eyes widen and a huge smile appears on his face. "oh? is baby bunny helping me with something?" his fingers move away from your hair and he gently grabs and slightly pulls his boxers down. "are you trying to get rid of these, princess?" he whispers, a big smile on his face as he watches you. "do you want me to be fully naked for you too, little bunny?”

"uh huh." you murmur under your breath as you watch his hands grabbing the waistband, slowly lowering your legs back down to the mattress to give him easier access. "daddy bear's being too slow.”

asahi can't help but laugh when you call him “daddy bear". he smiles down at you as he throws his boxers to the side and then sits back down next to you. he leans forwards and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. "is there anything else you want, little bunny? anything else you need from your daddy bear?”

you reach your hand over and brush some of his fallen hair out of his face, taking your time to look him over with wide eyes. he's big- that was a given though. thick length and a fat sack, you can tell he’s going to stretch you out, and it makes your breath catch for a second. you weren't sure what you were expecting, but he's definitely better than you imagined. "j-just want you to be happy... i want you, asahi.”

"oh, i know... i want you a lot too, princess. is… is that okay? can i have you?" he asks softly. his heart starts to beat extremely fast in his chest, his face bright red as if he's ashamed to ask. when he speaks, he's as soft as before, his voice gentle and filled with love and affection. "is it okay if i have your body, little bunny?” he asks, his eyes fluttering closed to avoid looking at you for a moment.

you slowly reach over towards him, grasping his hand with yours and pulling it from where it sat on his leg. holding your hands together, you stare at him as you slowly reach your conjoined hands downward until your fingers start to wrap around his cock. "yes, asahi." you breathe out.

his voice is soft and gentle as he finally opens his eyes again to look at you, watching as you grab ahold of his cock in a gentle, tight grip. he shivers under your touch, and a small groan escapes him. "oh my- oh, god... oh my god, princess…” he grips the bed sheets tightly. 

“good… good, little bunny."

you move your hand up and down slowly, pumping his fat cock to the noises that escape his mouth. the sounds he's making are so hot, you can't help but groan from hearing them.

"is it okay, asahi?” you whisper out, adjusting your hand in attempt to fit fully around his throbbing thickness.

he doesn't respond for a few moments, his breath coming out as little whimpers. "is it okay? no, no, it's okay…” his words sound muffled as his voice becomes filled with desire. he closes his eyes again as his face turns completely red. "it's more than okay, little bunny, it's amazing- i…” his voice stays soft and gentle, but he doesn't try to hide how good he feels from your touch. 

"your grip is so s-soft, and it feels... i-i'm gonna…” you start feeling him begin to tense up, and you yank your hand away quickly, stopping the movements immediately.

"no! baby, no, don't stop!” he sounds desperate as he opens his eyes to look at you. "it... i... it felt so good! what are you doing, princess?" he whines, his voice filled with anxiety now. "please don't stop, princess, please! i was so close, it felt so good…”

you can’t help the small giggle that leaves your mouth when you see his response. 

he's so cute when he's worried.

"don't want you to finish in my hands, asahi. i think... i think i want you to…" a blush spreads across your face as you look down, unsure how to express what you want to say.

his expression relaxes and his eyes become soft as they look at you, moving his fingers through your hair to reassure you.. "you want me to...? little bunny, do you want... me to... inside you?” his voice is slightly unsure, but excited as he begins to connect the dots to what you want. "i... i want to, yes, but are you sure little bunny? do you think you're ready for it?” he sounds concerned despite how much he wants it, because he's afraid he'll hurt you. if you ask him, he'll give you everything you want, but he's still scared he'll make a mistake or be too rough.

you nod your head quickly in return, watching the emotions change across his face. "i'm ready asahi, i want you." you can't separate your eyes from his. "need you.”

the way you're looking at him pushes him over the edge, and without another word, he quickly rolls over so that he's hovering over you. his legs slowly slide into position and he reaches down to lift your legs up on his shoulders. "little bunny, you're so amazing," he whispers, his eyes still locked on yours as he slowly moves closer to you. he moves his head down to your chest and begins to kiss you passionately at the neck, his breath becoming deeper with each passing moment. "i need you too, princess.”

you can’t help but whimper when his lips attach to your neck again, your legs hiked over his shoulders in a foreign position you’d never been in before. "pleaseee, asahi!" you whine out, his tongue and lips gently licking and suckling your skin as he slowly moves back up your body. his face is right next to your ear, the heat of his breath tickling you as his voice becomes softer.

"yes, princess, i'm right here.” his arms wrap around you once again as he gently pulls you closer to him and kisses you. "can i? can i cum in you, little bunny?" he whispers against your lips, his fingers trailing across your body as he waits for your answer.

you nod your head rapidly, whimpering as you feel his touches. "uh huh, yes, please.” your words are coming out fast and slurred, whining in want for him.

his whole face lights up as he hears your answer and he slowly starts to move himself lower, making sure that you'll be comfortable the whole time. "okay, okay, just relax, princess. just let daddy take care of you.”

"just tell me if i’m doing too much, okay, baby bun?" his voice is soft and gentle as he tries to calm you. if this is what you want, and you're okay with it, then he's okay with it too.

"i-i will, daddy.” your voice comes out like a whisper, yearning for his touch as you watch him line up. he shivers when you say "daddy", and you see his legs tremble a little once he's finally in position. his fingers run through your hair as he takes a deep breath in.

"okay. i'm... i'm ready, princess.” he leans forwards and kisses you gently, his eyes closing as he moves closer. "just... breathe, okay, little bunny?”

your breath catches when you feel him push forward and into you, your eyes rolling back and clenching shut at the wide stretch. “a-a-asahi!"

he lets out a quiet groan when he hears your voice break, his body quivering and his lips trembling as he stares at you affectionately. he pushes in slowly, allowing your body time to adjust to the sensation as he feels you clenching around him.

"is... is everything okay, princess?" he asks softly, his own voice shaky with nerves and excitement. he's moving very slowly in an effort to be gentle, wanting to take his time and try not to hurt you. "are you okay? does it feel good, little bunny?” he whispers, his fingers moving back up your body to massage your hip. "just tell me if it's too much for you, okay?” he looks down at you as he slowly begins to pull back. "just... breathe, baby. just breathe-"

"s-so..." your mouth hangs open, panting as you try to compose yourself. “you…you’re s-so thick, asahi…”

his face becomes completely red as soon as he hears your words and he freezes up. “p-princess? p-please? don't say that aloud..." his head is shaking and his eyes are wide, filled with embarrassment at your words. he slowly reaches up and covers your mouth with his large hand to keep your voice down. "we don't... no... we don't talk like that out loud, little bunny, alright? do you understand?" he whispers, his voice sounding so flustered.

he's so cute when he's embarrassed

a whimper escapes your mouth, opening your eyes to look up at him. "i-it's okay, asahi..." you try to speak from behind his hand, muffled from his attempt to make you quieter.

"i... alright..." his fingers slowly leave your mouth and travel back down your body, his hand moving to your ass and squeezing it as he starts to move his hips.

"what do you need, little bunny?" he asks gently, his head leaning down to rest between your breasts. "i want to give you anything… just tell me and i'll give it to you.”

you try to steady your breathing as you get used to how he feels, relaxing and becoming less tense under his touch. “i w-want you to feel good.”

tilting your head down to look where he rests on your chest, you reach forward to stroke his hair. "you can do whatever you want, teddy bear.”

his eyes flutter open and he sees how close your bodies are, how gently you're touching him. he slowly moves his hand back down, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you closer. "i'm feeling more than fine, yeah? i feel amazing already." he smiles, moving his head back up towards yours again. “do you want me to go faster?"

you nod your head, staring back at him with a small smile creeping across your face. "that sounds good.”

"oh, good, because i'm going crazy." he chuckles, his voice filled with hunger for more of you. he pulls back before thrusting hard into you again, letting out a small, satisfied moan.

"you're so... god, so... tight..." he whispers, his voice shaking as his body quivers. he starts to rock his hips slowly, making sure he stays at a pace that'll suit you best. “is it okay if i suck on your neck, princess?" he whispers, looking at you with adoring eyes as he waits for your answer.

you can’t help but giggle back at him. "you really like teasing my tits and my neck, don't you teddy bear?”

"i do..." he murmurs softly, quickly leaning in to nibble the skin of your neck. his tongue gently licks the skin, leaving a trail of light, playful bites on it. "i just like playing with you, little bunny. i feel like i could play with you forever…” he whispers with a soft smile on his face.

he moves up and he continues to kiss you, his hands pressing down on the back of your thighs to keep you folded as he starts to thrust harder and faster. you can’t help the loud moans that escape your mouth from the actions he's making- his bites, his kisses, his hands, his thrusts. "ughhh! you're so g-good, asahi!” you whine with your head thrown back against the pillow.

his face blushes again, his eyes closed as he tries to focus on pleasing you. he can feel your cunt tightening and fluttering around him, and it makes him move a little faster, the pace finally accelerating to the point where he’s panting.

"little bunny, i'm getting close..." his voice is shaky, filled with excitement, eager to hear you.

you start nodding your head frantically, murmuring "uh huh~" over and over again under your breath. your breathing is heavy as your body starts to shake, whining nonstop. "do it, daddy! want you so bad…”

"little bunny, if you say that again, i’m gonna-!" he stops himself from saying anything else and his face flushes with embarrassment. “i-i'm close, princess…” he whispers, his voice quivering. asahi moves his head up to yours and he looks at you again with a worried look in his eyes. "i'm sorry, i can't- i can't hold back...”

he's so close now.

"pleaseee! asa-!" your loud whines are cut off with a choked cry as your body tenses up, your cunt walls fluttering and gripping his cock, squeezing hard, trying to pull him in deeper.

his whole face lights up with a smile as he wraps his arms tight around you and moves his face closer to yours. "h-holy-oh.." he slowly lets out some air and he snaps his hips faster now. "ah-ah-aha….. ah…” his face is a mix of multiple emotions by this point, so much going through his body at once. "oh god... oh my god, princess... i... i'm so close... i-”

his body tenses up as he lets out another loud moan of pleasure and freezes, his cock pulsing and twitching inside your pussy as he fills you with his hot cum. asahi’s face is completely red as his body trembles with pleasure, and he looks down at you with adoring, loving eyes. “p-princess... little bunny~.. oh my god, i…” he's so overwhelmed with everything, he just can't look anywhere other than your face, his mouth is hung open as he struggles to breathe properly.

you can feel his big hands that grip your arms shaking, his long hair dangling in your face and tickling your skin. both of your breathing is heavy and uneven, and you can’t stop staring up into his handsome face as you slowly lower your legs. "a-asahi? a-are you okay?”

he pulls you even closer to him, burying your face into his chest as he wraps his arms tightly around you once again. you can feel his heart beating rapidly, his body still in shock at what just happened, and he just can’t let go of you at all.

"little... little bunny..." his words come out in between deep breaths as he looks down at you with loving eyes. "i'm okay. never been better.”

you lay there, your head tucked into his chest for what feels like hours as your breaths grow even. stroking your hair, tight grip around your center, you were glued to his warm body."i don't think i'm going to have nightmares anymore…” you whisper out.

even as you feel his thick cock softening inside you, asahi never pulls out, and you stay connected as you finally lull into a state of calm. pulling on the blankets to cover the both of you, smiling softly and pressing a kiss on your forehead as he wraps his arms tighter around you. “you're my princess, okay? i'm here for you... forever,” he pulls you as close to his body as he can. "you're mine, and i'm yours to keep and love. we were... well... it was bound to happen.”

you can’t help but snuggle into his scruffy neck, your breaths slowing as you fall asleep against his warmth.

"sleep well, little bunny." his voice is calm and soft as he runs his fingers through your hair and pulls you even closer to him. he's your teddy bear, and he'll always take care of his little rabbit.

a/n: sorry this one turned out so much longer than previous things i've written, i have no idea how tf it did lol. side note- i'm currently writing two other fics rn, and have another one in the "setup/planning" phase as well, so i guess look out for those soon haha. tag list (leave a comment if you wanna be added for future fics!)

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