#haikyuuu smut

[infi8ity]

nsfw. | MDI.

synopsis: an incubus uncovers your darkest desire to please and satisfy you. content warning: virgin!reader, incubus!suna, cunnilingus, and missionary.

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FOR THE PAST SIX NIGHTS, YOU HAD BEEN PLAGUED BY THE SAME REOCCURRING SINFUL DREAM.

dream. these were no ordinary dreams. a lucid dream you dare say-- but no, they were real. you knew they were. his presence, his touch had been very real.

you’d wake up in your bed, enveloped in a blood-red hue flooding through your windows from the crimson-hazed sky. sweat glistened on your skin, covered by but a thin silk white slip-on nightgown that clung to your braless and pantyless state like a second skin.

you were in your bedroom, but it was not the one you knew. you were not in the world you were familiar with. the stifling heat of the room and the hellish state of the world outside mildly alarmed you, you being accustomed to this disposition after waking here for days.

this was the least of your worries.

your biggest one being the horned man in the corner of your room. you could never let go of the terror that struck your heart at the sight of him. there he always stood, shirtless, head pressed against the tall window pane obscured in the shadows of your room. unmoving. 

even with your vision restricted by the lack of natural lighting, it was hard to miss the distinction of muscles that graced his tanned back. he dawned black slacks that sat low enough on his hips you could see his defined v-line. his feet bare.

thunder booms across the sky, shaking your room violently and startling you; the horned man, however, is unaffected. seconds following, scarlet lightning strikes down and had you blinked you would have missed the way the bleeding night sky illuminates his features allowing you mere milliseconds to gaze upon him and admire his features.

it was his eyes that captured your attention first. feline and sharp. a sea green that held no warmth. his thick pink lips turned downwards in a grimace that seemed to be permanently etched on his face. his curved horns were masked in the dark brunette mop of his hair that fell just before his eyes.

inch by inch of him, perfectly sculpted. as if michelangelo himself carved him with the utmost precision and care. you almost mistook him to be a statue like those of museums.

until he spoke. breaking you from your enchantment with him. a startling realization that he was not made of ceramics and wood but flesh and bone.

“what is your deepest desire?” he says slowly as if he is tasting the words. his voice was deep and laced with honey from the seductive nature of his tone.

and for the past six nights, you were at a loss for a response every time he asked and only met his question with your own. who are you? what are you? what do you want from me? what’s your name?  is this a dream?

to which his reply was always the same.

“wrong answer, y/n.” your name on his tongue sounding sinful.

and each time, the horned man of an abnormally tall stature would pad across the room towards you. heart hammering, you’d scramble backward, your back digging into your wooden bed frame.

he stops at your bedside, and as if leaning for a kiss he hovers his face mere centimeters from yours. his eyes drop to your lips. instinctively, you lick them, your breathing heavy and uncontrollable. he reaches out, his thumb gliding across the moisture of your lips. his skin is hot and the warmth that rolls from him in waves sends chills through you.

“what is your deepest desire?” he whispers tenderly against your lips.

it was then you became aware of the growing heat that pools your belly and the wetness that fills between your legs. you clench your legs tightly together, hoping to rid of this sinful sensation. this wasn’t right. you were being seduced by a hauntingly beautiful devil. and you were at mercy of his touch. a touch you desired.

“i-i don’t know.” you would stammer without fail. a lie.

he would hum in disappointment and trail his thumb from your lips across your exposed collarbone. “wrong answer again. shame.” he murmurs, his finger sinking lower. his thumb ghosts over the fabric of your hardened nipple, eliciting a whimper from you. his other hand finds contact against your thigh reaching forbidden territory.

everything about this was wrong, but why did it feel right? why did it feel good?

his hands halt abruptly just before he reaches your dripping cunt. he stands, returning to his usual perch near the dark corner of the room, resting his head on the window. “goodbye y/n. have an answer for me tomorrow night. sleep.”

and you fall through the sheets, waking in a cold sweat in your actual bedroom. morning light intruding your eyes. without fail, that was how the dreams would play out.

but tonight, tonight would be different. through the long days and hours of the week, the face of the horned man haunted your thoughts and clouded your mind. you could think of nothing else but him. during your lectures, during your shift at work, during your morning and night prayer, and your services at church with your family.

tonight, you would give him an answer.

you had never felt the touch of a man against your skin for all the twenty years you’d been around the sun. you hadn’t even allowed your fingers the pleasure of exploring your own sex. the idea of saving yourself for marriage had been ingrained in your mind at the words of your priest father who shunned the idea of sex before marriage.

“protect your virtue y/n. do not give into temptations” he would say.

but this temptation was screaming your name.

“what is your deepest desire?” the beautiful horned beast asked again for the seventh time that week, in the same spot without fail.

“m-my deepest desire?” you start, unable to find your voice. the man hums in response as if to confirm indeed that was the question. “it’s you,” you say, sitting taller in your bed.

“from the moment i wake up, it’s you i think about. you, i burn for.”

thunder. lightning cracked across the sky shortly after. and the horned beast wears a lazy smile in replace of his usual grimace. you find confidence in this, standing as you wearily make your way across the room.

“is that what you wanted to hear? the sinful thoughts that fill my mind when i think about you? the way i grow hot and every night anxiously await sleep so that i can see you again? the times that i’ve touched myself wishing that it were you instead? is that what you wanted to know?”

your heart is racing with excitement now. you reach your hand out and touch his back ever so lightly. he spins to face you with inhuman speed, snatching your hand in his. you stumble backward in surprise at his iron-like grip and the heat of his hands. he edges towards you, his face smug.

“yes, y/n. i’ve watched you. all those nights, your pretty fingers playing with yourself. unable to give you the satisfaction that you need. crave.” he growls.

the back of your legs hit your mattress. afraid, you crawl atop your bed as he inches closer. something shifts in his eyes as he looks down on you, like prey seizing up his predator. his eyes shine with something sinister.

“what a-are you?”

he smiles. it’s wicked and it’s alluring. “an incubus. a sex demon. someone who will fulfill your desires. do you know your problem, y/n? do you know why i have visited you every night for a week straight?” he asks, voice softer.

unable to manage words, you shake your head, trembling.

“because for the twenty years, you’ve graced this earth– you’ve never experienced the pleasure of an orgasm. not even by your own hands… but i can change that.” his hands dance across the spaghetti strap slipping from your shoulder. you leaned into his touch, sighing.

“i can smell your arousal right now. rolling off of you in waves. i could smell it for a while before i came to you. the sweetness and strength of it were enough to drive me insane.” he sniffs the air around you deeply. “i knew i needed to have you. needed to taste you.” his breath tickles your skin, his breath fanning hot against your barred neck.

“like humans need food to survive, we incubi need sex. it is an incubus’ only nourishment. and for reasons i will not disclose, i starved myself of it for months. naturally, because i was voiding myself of nourishment– it took a toll on me.” and at his mention of it, you notice the bags that sit below his eyes. his skin paler. eyes duller. “until i discovered you. a preacher’s daughter. untouched and filled with sinful thoughts i find that only i can satisfy.”

his nudges his lips against yours, grinning.

“will you let me satisfy you y/n?”

without hesitation, you nod. he tsks, unsatisfied with your response, and digs his knee between your legs, pushing them apart.

“that won’t do y/n… use your words.”

never had you been so sure of something in your life. quite frankly it was embarrassing how badly you lusted for him. wrong. it didn’t stop you from whispering breathlessly, “yes,” and pulling your nightgown over your head, discarding it across the room.

he took in your body from toe to head, his gaze unreadable. insecurity creeping upon you, your hands fly to cover your exposed tits when his hands pull yours away. the hunger in his eyes was suddenly unmistakable. he was very pleased.

and he consumed you in a hungry passionate kiss. his tongue danced with yours, and your bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. he swallowed your moans. his hands found refuge clasped around your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck with just enough pressure for you to feel the pressure throb in your dripping cunt.

his kisses trail down the side of your neck, down the valley of your hardened breasts, he even catches your nipples in his mouth, biting and kissing softly and amongst your stomach, so dangerously close to your pussy. his lips drift past the crook of your hips and legs when his movements halt just as he reaches the inside of your thighs.

he pulls away from you, your legs perched on each shoulder; panting breaths the only sound filling the room, muffling the roar of the thunder outside. you try to pull him towards you desperate for more but he stops you gently.

“rintarou,” he breathes.

“what?” you ask, confused.

“rintarou is the name you will scream as i fuck you into oblivion.”

with no warning, rintarou dips his head and latches his mouth onto your clit, sucking roughly. the foreign sensation elicits piercing cries from you and your hands find a hold on to your bedsheets, your back arching off of the bed.

his expert tongue, darted in and out of you– licking at your folds with the right amount of precision and pressure as if he was familiar with your body. he lapped at your juices, like a starved man, which perhaps he was… your moans filled the room as you scramble for purchase, searching for something- anything. your hands grip the curved horns atop his head at the same time that his teeth graze your clit, you tug against the hardened bones mercilessly, a moan escaping him, the shock of it stopping rintarou in his tracks.

“i-i’m s-sorry-,”

“do it again,” he demands, resuming his assault on your pulsating vagina. you could feel the build-up of pressure vibrating through your body and proceed as told when rintarou slides a finger inside of you. he matched the pace he fingered you with the speed at which he lapped you up with his tongue. drinking in your juices.

“rintarou, please. feels so good.”

“tastes even better,” he hums against your entrance.

he lifts your hips in the air with his mouth as he toys with your nub relentlessly and adds a second finger. curving it against your walls, your moans grow louder. his resting hand moves to fiddle with your bouncing breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipple. he adds a third finger to the rest sheltered inside of your walls that tighten around him, and thumbs your clit wildly; your cries and whimpers like music to his ears.

the growing sensation in your core, burning like fire in your pit, one could only recognize as an orgasm on edge, shakes you.

“i can’t- i can’t- please!”

“you can. come into my mouth. let go.” he coaxes, removing his hand from your sore breasts and entangling his fingers with yours.

you give in to the sensation and release yourself, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sudden release of pleasure. he releases his hold on you, allowing you to fall back against your sheets at a loss for words and air.

you’re given mere seconds to regain your composure and possibly think about your life choices at being celibate before rintarou pushes up from the bed. his hair is wild and his low eyes are locked with yours as he slides down the band of his pants down his waist. it’s not hard to notice the bulge itching to be freed. his hands slide against his waist. slowly. teasingly. testing you.

your pussy still burns from the ache of pent-up release and rinatoru’s assault but you knew that this was nothing in comparison to the orgasm that soon awaited you. you spring up, impatiently enjoying the show.

rin looks between you and his pants, silently permitting you control.  you were surprised at how calm you appeared under his watchful gaze. you push his pants down his hips, allowing his cock to spring free from its entrapment.

you marvel at its sight. a few lengths longer than your hand, you were unfamiliar with the likes of others, but a gut feeling told you this was an impressive length and girth. like him, it was beautiful in a way.

the tip was angry and red. leaking with precum and as if calling out to you– drew you to reach out to offer release.

halted by rin, he stares at you a while before drawling, “i’m here to please you y/n. don’t worry about my pleasure. tonight i’ll take it slow on you. this is not the last you’ll see of me. your taste is addicting.”

his lips meet yours, raw and red from his constant sucking and biting. he nudges your back against the mattress, your body at his will. his dick brushes against your lower abdomen and you can hear the way the pressure shakes him so. he halts his movements and hovers his body above yours, still.

“if you find yourself uncomfortable or in pain, tell me to stop. i don’t want to hurt you. understood?”

“y-yes. i will. i’m ready. i need you.”

“and you’ll have me. remember to breathe.” he advises, aligning his tip with your entrance. “this will feel strange.”

and he eases his cock into you, stretching your walls. your nails graze against his back, dragging along his skin, marking him at the sudden intrusion. your mouth is stuck in an O as rintarou pushes into you, groaning, from your chastened walls tightening around him, the pleasure unimaginable for either of you.

“fuck, y/n. need to stretch you.”

your pleasure is blinded by a piercing pain that swells in you; robbing you of words, only managing to cry out. before long, rin bottoms out and holds himself still, allowing you to adjust. but you, ever impatient, beg for him to move. you itched for pressure.

“rin, don’t hold back. fuck me, please.”

and he does. he slams upwards into you, a screaming moan escaping you. his hands find your nipples and he plays with your tits as he rocks his hips into you. you could feel every inch of him, gently sliding against your walls with each thrust.

quickly, you could feel the build up of pressure in your stomach and knew you were not far off from coming. it felt too early, you clenched around him, hoping to hold off on your release. but you only set rintarou off.

he quickened his pace within you, hungrily pulling you into a kiss to drown out your moans. his tip hits that spot that shatters you. you come loudly, white hot liquid spilling from you painting his member.

its no secret that you’d come sooner than expected. but you’ve pleased him and yourself nevertheless.

you lie still against the cum and sweat-filled sheets. unable to move and not wanting to pain yourself further, trying to hold on to that warmth. your chest heaves wildly. you feel the bed spring up from the movement of rintarou standing, you sit up quickly. too quickly.

he turns at the sound of wince and guides you back down towards your pillow. “no, you need to rest. you’ll feel sore tomorrow.”

“you’re leaving?” disappoint heavy in your tone and face.

he chuckles, thumbing your chin. “i’ve awakened something hidden within you, i’ve yet to explore what makes and breaks you.” he cups your sex, tracing soft circles into your folds. yelping, you squeeze your legs together tightly at the intrusion of pain and cover his hand with yours. “i’ll be back when you’ve had your rest.”

“sleep y/n.” he says pulling the cover to your chin.

you sink into the mattress, back in your room. dreams of positions and feelings that you needed him to explore with you.

he’d awakened something indeed.

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[str4ngr]

hiiii can i request “it…it was for a dare…?” with suna & sakusa 🥹💗

obviously.

r. suna. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: angst no comfort, established relationship to break up, gn! reader. wc: 674. notes: im regretting putting those angst prompts there. not proofread.

Suna had asked you to meet him at the kids park near the school. This wasn't a normal request, but it wasn't too out-of-the-ordinary either. Maybe he simply wanted to hang out and thought that would be the easiest spot to meet up?

You sighed while sitting at the swings, aimlessly kicking your feet and causing your body to gently rock between the strong chains. Your phone had yet to receive a notif from Suna about his arrival.

"Practice is probably just taking some extra time."

You whispered to yourself, a quiet excuse as you watched the orange and red hues of the sunset dye the fluffy clouds adorning the sky. Your first date with Suna was at the sunrise, an accident date after you pulled an all-nighter for exams and he had early morning practice.

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Deciding to get fresh air, you stepped out of your front door, yawning and stretching as you peeked into your mailbox?

"Y/n?"

His voice rang like soft silk, making your head slowly turn to the side. You smiled up at your newly established boyfriend, Suna, greeting him with an enthusiastic, yet groggy voice,

"Rintarō!"

Said man slowed from his jog to stand in front of you, curiously asking what you were doing up so early, then chuckling at your explanation. He shook his head, giving you a once-over as he cocked his head,

"Let's walk a little? Sunrise is soon."

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Maybe it was fitting, that this would all end the same way it would begin. What goes up, must always come down, just as the sun must rise and set.

He seemed off, your head tilted to the side curiously as Suna shuffled towards you in his tracksuit. You smiled up at him from the swings,

"How was practice, Rintarō?"

"Fine."

Quick, curt, straightforward. You blinked at the rushed response, awkwardly laughing it off. Maybe practice was rough. Clearing your throat you continued to sway on the swing set, awkwardly beginning,

"So... what are we meeting here for?"

Suna paused, almost hesitant as he sighs, turning to look awa from you. Your eyes trail his blank face, his sharp eyes snapping from the sand to your face. What was the kindest way to let you down? Maybe there was none, not that it really mattered to him.

"Let's end this. Us."

"End this?"

You echoed, voice strained and eyes blown wide. you wanted to stand up, argue, plead, scream, but your knees felt like jelly as you watched how his flat eyes looked you up and down.

"Yeah. 'S not like I've actually been interested in you."

How could he say these things? Out of the blue? You genuinely believed this was going well! Walking each other home, studying together, helping with homework. Sharing notes. Was.... was he leeching off of you? He never really studied... And 'helping' was a generous way to describe giving him answers. It was obvious. It was never real.

"Sorry, but, I'm not into you like that. You're cool and everything, but...."

He trailed off, but his words became nothing more than buzzing, hollow, meaningless attempts at comfort. Your eyes burned from not blinking, meek voice asking him as though his answer would ever help you.

"Why?"

Even Suna felt bad for the answer he had to give you. He knew it was sick, and to see the way your eyes swelled up with tears made him regret ever agreeing. Was 3000 yen really worth it? Worth making an a girl cry, one who was so undeserving of such treatment. He sighed, shaking away his guilt to deal with later.

"....Was a bet."

You knew, the moment those words slipped from his mouth, everything you ever knew broke away. Your life was permanently changed after five months of something you thought was real was nothing more than a sick joke.

Silence filled the space between the both of you, and Suna gave a polite farewell, turning around and leaving for you to silently tear up as the sky turned dark navy.

notes: too many angst prompts guys omfg.

[mrskurono]

title: Inari Blessing || Atsumu Miya x fem!Reader a/n: yeah ok ig it’s my husband’s birthday and ig I love him or something word count: 4.2k tags: fem!Reader, fantasy/spirit au, kitsune!Atsumu, hybrid!Atsumu, soulmate au, alluding to death/suicide, plot that leads to porn, oral (fem receiving), soft sex, mating press, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, knotting, creampie, unedited  character(s): Atsumu Miya (hq) synopsis: Every time you ran away from home, the man with the tawny hair and black kimono could be found sitting a top the mountain.

Seven was the first time you ran away. 

If there was a fight at home over dishes or maybe you just didn’t want to do homework anymore. What it was, you weren’t sure. But the drive to run up the hill as fast as you could never ceased. You intended to run as far as you could until someone stopped you.

When someone did stop you it was all but an unfamiliar face.

“What are you doing in my shrine?” Cladded in a black kimono with hair as lightly colored as the dead August grass. The man before you didn’t look familiar at all, “Well, you just going to stand there huh, squirt?”

You sniffled and tried to suck up the dripping snot from your nose, “…I- I was just-”

“Blah blah blah blah-” He waved his sleeve covered hand around mocking you, “Little humans turn into big humans. Just scum, all of them.”

Was he threatening you? Was he just- Actually you weren’t sure what he was doing. His little mocking voice and quick little gestures made a smile blossom on your face. 

“Heh, you’re funny.” You pointed at his head, “And I like your hat mister.”

All but appalled, the tawny haired man looked aghast as he smashed the set of ears down on his head to hide them, “A hat?! A hat?! Yer callin’ my precious ears a hat?! What are they teaching you kids now a days huh?! Do you have any idea who I am?! The disrespect you’ve brought to a sacred place?!”

You shook your head. Very clearly stating the obvious. Leaving the stranger to sigh and rub his hand down his face.

“This is what happens.” He shook his head and turned away, “First it crumbles. Then we leave, one by one. Until no one even remembers us.”

You peek around his side with a concerned look, “Are you running away from home to mister?”

“Running away? What-” He scowled down at you, “This is my home.”

His gesture towards the blanket of never ending forest before you two confused you more. There was no home. There was no family to be seen. Not even something that could be called a hut. All you saw was late summer heat affecting the plants. This wasn’t a home.

“…why do I even try,” He sighed beside you. Pinching the bridge of his nose and waving you away, “Why are you even up here. Go get. Let me be at peace human.”

For a moment you had forgotten what brought you up here. And when you were shoed away to go back to it all. You huffed with pouty cheeks and sat right down on the dry grass under foot. In turn confusing the stranger beside you.

“I said go home human I won’t have-”

“I’m not going home.” You huffed, “I ran away and I won’t go back.”

His golden eyes blinked at you. Stalled by silence between cracking a small smile on his coy lips, “Not going home huh?”

You shook your head with arms folded. Stubborn in your conviction.

“Ya know, I heard a wild Inari spirit roams these woods. Viscous and alone. Without a real home.” He tipped a inquisitive look down at you, “You might be in danger if he catches you.”

For all the good folklore did. It didn’t rile a response from you. Only a deepening to your frown as you shook your head and looked forward at the expanse of forest, “I don’t care. I’m not going home. I’ll fight him if I have to then.”

“You!? Fight a spirit?! Bwauhaha! You are all but full of yourself aren’t you little human?” He knelt down next to you. Head resting on his knees with the pool of his black kimono at his covered feet. Ears twitching and tipping you off quickly that it might not be a hat. Golden eyes half lidded with a smirk on his lips, the man’s voice dropped to a whisper, “And…what if I told you I was that same spirit?”

There really was the first glimpse of thought crossing your young mind. Perhaps processing danger. Or less likely processing the fib he might be telling you. What he expected though was for you to want to leave and go back home to allow him his solace.

“I could take you.” You pointedly state.

“Take me?!” His eyes lit up with a belly clutching laugh ripping through him, “Yer gonna take me huh?? Things must be real bad at home then, ya? Willing to fight a spirit in the woods. What do ya got? A death wish?”

Your brows pinch together, “No. Why would you say that?”

“Because you’ve walked into the foxes den tiny human. Seems kinda obvious.”

“I don’t have a death wish I just-” For all your wisdom you held when you ran away from home. Now with only seven years to draw on. You struggled to find what it was you wanted to say, “…I just want to be happy.”

Once on his face, his smile never diminished. Though it softened around the edges as he reached out and ruffled your hair, “What would make you happy then huh? Ya know, I’m the god of luck so I might have something for you.”

Looking over at the thing beside you. Finally letting it settle in that maybe this wasn’t a human. As his ears twitched. And you saw his smile reveal teeth sharper than you’d ever seen. His words still seemed kinder than any human you knew. You thought hard. Drawing up anything possible when there was really only one thing that came to mind.

“…I want to stay out here with you.” You answered honestly, “I want to stay out here and be a run away forever.”

There it came. The laugh like the first time. But now it seemed less derogatory. Certainly directed at you but he softened his expression and you could feel his thumb rub gingerly against your temple, “Sweet human, you remind me of someone. Someone I lost a long time ago.”

“Does that mean I can stay?!” Your face lit up accepting that as a yes.

It came crashing down though. The second he shook his head and his touch lifted from your head, “No.”

“No?! But you said I-”

“Remind me. Yer not them though. You have more growing to do tiny human.” He reached into the pleat of his kimono and drew out a beautiful gold and orange charm. Pinched between his long black nails he looked at it with a tender look before hanging it front of your face, “Take this. When the fabric looses it’s depth. And the gold becomes clouded. Perhaps then. We will meet again. And perhaps then you may run away.”

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Eight years would pass. 

You would visit that same spot in the woods. Without a name. Or a place to recall. Only the charm clutched to your chest each time you ventured out. Stories of days in and day out of your life. 

Explaining to the empty trees how you felt you grew enough. How you were ready. And how you tried to reason that the charm looked how he meant it to be. Even though the gold clasp remained shimmering. And the orange woven fabric looked as good as new. You swore to the empty forest that it had worn and that you had aged. 

Those eight years fell on nothing though. Daily trips turned to weekly. Which melted to monthly. Until suddenly you were in college and you couldn’t recall the last time you saw the hillside. 

Still though the vivid picture of the man who’d given you the charm stuck. A dream that never faded. 

It would be another seven years before you ventured up that hill again. This time as distraught as you had been the first time you ran away. Perhaps at twenty two it couldn’t be called running away. But as you stomped up the hillside in the middle of August. 

Consumed in your thoughts and nothing else. It felt exactly like it had when you were seven.

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Tears streaming down your face. A thud in your chest that felt like your heart cracked each time it would beat. You made it as far as you could before the blurred tree line got too hard to decipher through tears.

Dropping to your knees you covered your face. Palms wet with the tears you wiped away. And now even wetter with the ones dripping into your hands. You sniffled and tried to dry them as you looked at the same stupid charm in your grasp.

Orange vibrancy long gone. Golden clasp smudged and never wiped clean. It spent so long at the bottom of bags and purses. You couldn’t recall the last time you even held it.

For as lucky as your lucky charm had been. You wanted to tear it to shreds with the woe allowed in your life. A never ending cycle. You clutched it in your fist. Raising it above your head ready to toss it back into the forest that once gifted it to you.

“Are ya gonna throw away something I personally gave you?”

Curled around your closed fist was a hand. Startling you enough to make you jerk away and whip around. An unwelcome intruder until you saw the twitch of those tawny ears and sly smirk.

“You.”

He waggled his finger at you and tapped your fist containing the old charm, “You were gonna throw that away weren’t ya?”

A crossed expression written on your face. You open your palm to look at the old trinket before feeling nothing but anger towards the mysterious man, “You! I looked for you! Day after day! I came back up here looking for you! Now you show up?! Now you care to humor me?!”

The fox man gave a shrug. His smile settling off his face as his golden eyes looked at the charm in your hand, “You didn’t need me those times.” His golden eyes narrowed on you, “You weren’t running away like you were now.”

Tightness returning to your chest with vigor. You couldn’t stop the quiver to your bottom lip as you tightened your fist around the stupid old charm you were about to huck into the forest. No chance you would throw away the gift. Still you couldn’t hold back the tears. Wiping at them with a closed fist as he settled in front of you on the ground.

“…what makes now different?” You asked through shaky breathes, “I’ve come up here crying before. Why now?”

He tilted his head curiously, “Really? That’s what yer gonna ask? Not, how was your day? How’s the weather holding up these days?”

The clear un-amusement on your face told him what he needed to know. Though he kind of figured that would be the case.

Looking up longingly up at the tree line above the both of you. Dusk settling into a mixture of beautiful colors to be painted across the late summer sky. He stayed quiet for a while as he still felt the burning of your eyes on him. Finally the creature exhaled.

“…you want it now.” He answered softly.

Only adding to your confusion you frown at him, “Want it?”

A nod. He reached out and touched his blackened nails down your temple to cup your cheek, “I couldn’t take you away if you didn’t want it with everything in ya. Even if I wanted to.” A genuine smile crossed his pale lips, “Trust me when I say I’ve missed ya.” His thumb swiped over your cheek and felt the tackiness of your dried tears, “Missed ya since the last of us left.”

Unlike seven year old you. It had sunk in over the decade plus since the fevered dream of meeting the funny hatted man happened. Some days you thought it was a dream. Others it was the only reality you would stick to. Leaving you somewhere in a feverish reality between the two of them. Nothing having felt as real since that day. Even when you told yourself it was a dream. It simply was a dream you wanted to return to.

Swallowing the lump in your throat. And looking down at the death grip on the charm. You hand slowly relaxed to reveal it’s worn throughout the years. It no longer looked the part of a beautiful luck charm. Instead it was but a dingy woven piece of fabric that had seen better days.

You extend the charm out to him and look across to him, “Your luck charm sucked.”

Opposite hand coming up to touch the old trinket he gave you. The fox man smiled as he felt the emotional turmoil of the years through it, “…it was never a luck charm I made. It was always yours. I was just holding onto it until you came back.”

“…mine?” You stole a glance from him to stare down at the thing in your hand. How out of place you always felt. How things always fell through or seemed to be nothing but bad luck. You had hoped at some point meeting the spirit meant you had a fruitful life ahead of you. But as the years drug on it only seemed like you were more and more out of place in your own story, “…this is mine?”

He nodded, “Thought you’d remember that sooner but-” He shrugged with a half cocked grin, “Guess human brains take a while to grow too.”

The hurt made sense. The fevered dream you lived for twenty two years. Suddenly felt like you woke up but only on the hillside with the unknown monster in front of you. Why seven year old you had never been scared puzzled you. Only to leave you realizing why would you be scared if you belonged up here.

“….Atsumu.” The name slipped past your lips when your eyes met the golden stare across from you.

Perhaps now it was his turn to shed even the slightest tear. His smile extending more than just his lips. It felt like his eyes were alive with a smile as he nodded, “Took ya long enough.”

What was once tight in your chest gave way to a deep breath. Cold extremities fueled by adrenaline lulled back into a warmth you hadn’t felt in years. You can’t help but crack a smile while feeling insane at the same time, “…you could have just told me ya know?”

Atsumu shakes his head with a shaky laugh bordering on tears, “Couldn’t tell ya anything you silly human.” His palm flush against your cheek as he feels your touch against the back of his hand. Only leading the fox spirit to lean into you and press his forehead to yours, “Ya had so much growing to do. Just didn’t think it’d take you this long.”

“Heh, shut up,” You nuzzle your nose against his feeling the tears threaten your lashes once more, “Yer a shit guardian.”

“I couldn’t leave.” He laughed softly between the two of you, both hands on your cheeks now as he held his forehead against yours, “Not when I knew ya would come back.”

You could feel his breath against your cheek. Closer than ever before. The softness of his kimono brushing your arms as he held your face gently in his palms. Your own hands resting a top his own as you let out a shaky laugh and shook your head, “Take me back please. I’m tired of running away.”

Atsumu had to lift his head up. Line of sight meeting yours once more. With his hands dropping from your face to rest in your lap with your own touch holding his, “…you’re still a human. If you do anything with me-” He bit his tongue at the words, “…you can’t go back. You’ll be stuck here. The rest have long gone. The others left when the temple was gone. If you do then-”

“Then I’ll be with you.” You spoke over him. Atsumu looked surprised at you, “I’ll keep coming back until you take me back. Over and over again. I’ll run away until this is my home again.”

“Damn,” Atsumu’s face grew into a smile all over again as his golden eyes twinkled, “Guess I really am stuck with ya in any lifetime huh?”

Simply laughing at him wasn’t enough. Lips curled up into a smile you lean into him. The brush of your lips not enough. Pressing them fully against the fox man’s as your hands traveled up his forearms. Crossing his shoulders just so you could loop them around his neck and hold him close to you. In no time the kiss deepening. 

Gentleness turned to greed. Atsumu’s arms curled around your chest with the scrape of his nails against your clothed ribcage in his tight embrace. The kitsune spirit clutching you to him as you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip. Tasting him for the first time in a new lifetime.

Who moaned first wasn’t clear. Though it didn’t matter. As the two of you fell back into the grass underneath the thoughts subsided to only a craving need. Atsumu quick to help you push his kimono from his shoulders. Just as prompt he was to tear at your shirt until both of you were left bare chested.

Hovering above you Atsumu smiled as his eyes traced over the familiar lines of your bare body, “…how I’ve missed you so much.”

Reaching up to brush his golden waves back you can’t help but pull him closer to you for a brief kiss, “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

Kisses trailed down your neck. Dancing along your collarbone and shoulder. Fluttering and light until his warm breath was felt against your nipple. Causing a hitch in your breath the second he took the sensitive bud between his lips.

A moan rippling through his chest as the fox man moved his tongue over every inch of your tit. His opposite hand coming up to cup and squeeze the other. Pinching playfully at your nipple as his lips vibrated with the little moans leaving him amidst it all. 

“Atsumu-” His name hitched in your breath. Skin on fire with his attention. Unsure if this is what he meant by you couldn’t come back. Or if you simply craved him this bad.

Responsive to your words. He unlatched his lips. Peppering your chest in kisses as he moved down. Kissing the marks on your very human body. Each fold and stretch mark. Adoring it as much as he’d adored your first body. Leading his touch down to the top of your underwear. Something he didn’t even have to ask to remove as your own fingers hooked in the waistband to peel them down. Atsumu doing what he could to help. Revealing to him the delicious sight of your soaked slit. More than just ready to taste you.

Pressing his lips against your core. He inhaled deeply before swiping his tongue along your cunt lips. Earning a moan from you above him as he felt your hands curl themselves in his hair. Atsumu lapped at your juices with his tongue brushing your clit often. Ignoring the death grip on his hair as he delved between your folds.

“You still taste amazing,” He murmured against your pussy. Unable to take himself away from you.

“More-” You gasped when his tongue swished over your clit, “Atsumu more-”

Hands gripping your hips. He devoted every life he’d ever had to eating you out. Hungrily lapping up your juices. Flicking his tongue over your throbbing clit until your hips were shuddering and bucking up against him. None of that stopped him though. Not until the fox spirit heard your final gasps leave your parted lips in desperation.

“ ‘m cumming! Atsumu- Fuck Atsumu I’m cumming! I can’t- I can’t-” Voice choked up in your chest. Nothing short of bliss washed over your body. Walls fluttering around nothing but the ache to your clit sending shivers up your spine. Atsumu’s tongue never ending as he worked you over through the entire endeavor. Face smeared in juices as you held him down there and rode out your orgasm until your hips collapsed under him.

Drawing his tongue up your slit one last time. Flicking his tongue just against the tip of your clit to earn a meager moan. He looked up at you between your legs with juices covering his face. Even as he licked them up he stared at you with a tender look laced with hesitance, “…if we do this…you can’t go back.”

Opening your arms wide, a sweet blissful smile comes across your lips as you look at the man above you, “I don’t want to go back. I want you.”

Atsumu felt his bottom lip quiver. Even with the taste of your musk on his tongue there was no stopping the way he felt, “…I want you too.”

Crawling back up to you. No concern for your juices that clung to his cheeks. You hungrily kiss him as your hips relax to accommodate his own. The clear bulge in his robes coming to life when he ruts against your core. Sending a tingle throughout your body even after such an orgasm.

It doesn’t take long. Between heated kisses. To free Atsumu from his robes. Freed from its loose confines. His cock twitches against the cool forest air but not for long.

Hips lining up together. You allow him to swipe his tip along your slit. Moaning when he brushes your sensitive clit. Covering himself in your juices before positioning himself at your entrance. 

With savoring ease Atsumu slips himself inside you. Girth of his cock filling you up and leaving you moaning against his lips when he leans back down to you. Warmth like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as the fox spirit finally slips all the way inside you. Bottoming out with your hips meeting one another.

Panting ever so lightly Atsumu brings his head up just enough so he can see you. Beautifully under him as his eyes soften and he presses his forehead against yours. Words at a loss when he feels you tighten around him and your fingers glide through his hair.

Soon lewd noises fill the quiet forest around the two of you. The slapping of your skin together. Along with the muffled moans as neither of you can keep your lips together. But be damned if you stop kissing. Atsumu’s cock feels even bigger in you with each thrust. His hips falling heavy onto yours each time as if he can’t get close enough to you. 

Sensitivity after your orgasm only making your walls flutter around his cock. Leaving his thrusts feeling nothing short of heavenly. Twisting and turning your insides into mush as your legs are brought up. Atsumu’s tender touch hooking the back of your knee to press them into you. Allowing his cock to slip deeper in you as he groans against your lips.

“I- I can’t help it-” Atsumu mumbles against your lips. His own orgasm approaching faster than he could ever imagine. 

Grabbing his face once more you pepper his lips in kisses that are broken up by moans. Drawn out by him hitting your deepest spots and the lewd noises of your cunt growing wetter and wetter around him, “Want it- Want you- Please- Please take me back.”

“Fuck-” He growls against your lips. Grip on your legs tightening because there’s no returning from this. Atsumu snaps his hips into yours with feverish intent. Fucking you with all his weight behind it as he lays on top of you and smashes his lips to yours, “I love you.”

Fucked out of any coherent thought. You can hear and feel his words against your lips as the growing size of his knot occurs to you only in passing. No turning back you nod with moans slipping against his lips, “I love you too.”

Snapping his hips into you once more. Atsumu buries himself as deep inside your cunt as he can. Overwhelmed with the first gush of cum that leaves him. A gasp being stolen from his lungs as the kitsune spirit pushes his cock deep inside you. Knot popping past your entrance in that very second. Filling you past anything you know. Leaving you gripping his shoulders and hugging him close to you.

Warmth of his cum. Each pulse of his cock inside you. Your walls clenching around him and milking him for every last drop. As his cum pours into you it’s the moment that suddenly every thing feels real. Like you’ve woken up from something suddenly. Eyes opening to see the familiar face above you.

Loosening your grip on his shoulders. A tender touch comes down to his cheek. Pressing your palm flush to his cheek you smile up at him, “…I’m home.”

Atsumu closes his golden eyes and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. Knotted deep inside you as the two of you felt each spurt fill you up even more and more, “I knew you’d come back.”

[scribblement]

Kink-Tober Day 5: Cockwarming with Akaashi

Warnings: Cockwarming

Summary: The reader helps Akaashi relax after a long day.

Word Count: 717

As a reminder I’m still pretty rusty at writing smut, so if you have any critiques or advice I’m all ears

Reminder 2: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You could tell that Akaashi was stressed with work, it seemed never ending. A major chapter of the manga he was the editor for was coming up and he and the author were working crazy hours trying to get it perfect. So it wasn’t surprising to you when he came home and immediately headed for his home office to keep working.

You waited a moment to see if he was going to come to the kitchen to greet you or grab something to eat, but then the minutes ticked by and he didn’t make an appearance you knew he was simply planning on holing himself up in his office for the night. You knew that that wasn’t healthy for him, so you headed over to his office, determined to help him relax, even if only just a little bit.

When you entered the room you saw him sitting at his desk, normally neat papers scattered in disarray as he ran a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration.

“Is everything okay Keiji?”

He jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, having been too distracted to notice you entering the room.

“Yeah, just a bit stressed with work, I’ll come to bed later.” He gave you a soft smile that was meant to reassure you that he wouldn’t overwork himself, but you knew better, he was planning on pulling another all nighter.

You walked into the room, approaching him at the desk, placing one hand on the back of the chair, the other resting on his cheek, pulling him to face you.

“What if I helped you relax a bit? I promise not to distract you.” He carefully considered your offer, uncertain of what exactly you had planned, but clearly liking the idea of spending more time with you.

“What did you have in mind?”

With a smile you pulled his chair out slightly, giving yourself enough space to move in front of him. You dropped to your knees beneath the desk, leaning your cheek on his thigh.

“I was thinking something like this.” You smiled up at him and he smiled back.

“Hmm, alright,” And with that he leaned back, opening himself up to your roaming hands.

You made quick work of his belt buckle, pushing his pants down just enough so that you could reach in and take out his cock. Pumping it a few times you smiled when you heard him groan above you. Pressing your head closer you began to leave little kitten licks on the head, before kissing along the length.

You were having fun teasing him when you felt his hand come down and rest on top of your head, a silent plea for you to stop teasing him. You decided to be good and slwoly took him into your mouth, bobbing up and down slightly to get yourself used to the weight of him on your tongue. Once you were settled and comfortable you took a deep breath before pushing yourself down to the base, deepthroating him. You fought your gag reflex as you relaxed your throat around him, breathing in through your nose.

You were pulling your head back, getting ready to start up a steady pace when he pressed your head back.

“Please, just stay like this for a while, I promise when I’m done I’ll take care of you.” He seemed to be starting to relax, so you decided to do what he asked, shifting slightly to make sure you were comfortable, you settled into cockwarming him.

You did your best to be good, and for the most part you were, though you couldn’t help moving every so often, especially after hearing him let out a few moans. Eventually after what seemed like hours he tapped you lightly on the cheek, letting you know that you could pull off him which you did.

“So beautiful, how did I get so lucky?” His thumb traced your lips, wet with your own saliva, before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Now I believe I promised to take care of you.”

He stood, healing you up as well, the two of you heading for the bedroom, intent on getting rid of all your stress in the best way you knew, spending the night in each other’s embrace.

[haikyuurecs]

Maybe This Time: Daichi x Reader | One

Summary: After years of denying your feelings for you high school best friend, you’re finally ready to let it out. The only problem is you haven’t talked in years and you don’t know where you stand in his life anymore. The thought of having to face him again only this time, having to let him know how you’ve been feeling towards him for years. Will it finally be the happy ending you were secretly hoping for? Or will this be a complete disaster and you’re going to lose him again for the second time?

*not edited* I also don’t know when I’ll be posting the second part but I promise not to keep you waiting for long!

After years of denying all my feelings for you and running away from how I truly felt, I’m ready to stop. I’m ready to acknowledge and accept all that comes with loving you. I’m finally ready to set all of these feelings I’ve been carrying around free. Admitting that I fell in love with the one person I shouldn’t of is a territory that can’t be uncrossed once crossed. I’m afraid to hear what you’d say and how you’d response. Would you turn me away? Take it as a joke? Accept my feelings? Reject me? Or would I end up losing you if I told you that I love you.

Head spinning filled with thoughts and questions. Thoughts that can’t be calmed and questions that can’t be answered. To know what the right thing to do is a difficult task and even if you do know, it can cause more harm than good. Am I really ready to let the secretes I’ve kept hidden for so long to be seen? Am I even allowed to feel this way towards him? It feels wrong but at the same time, it feels right. It feels freeing and light.

The thought of rejection is still heavy on my mind. My heart is taking the worst pain of all. Constant beating against my chest as I think of every scenario that could occur. Why does every scenario end with me having a broken heart? Is this a sign that I shouldn’t say anything? But my heart feels heavy from constantly denying my true feelings. Why does it have to be you? Why can’t it be someone else, anyone else for that matter. Why did I fall in love with my best friend.

Unrequited love will never be easy. Even if you already know the outcome, it won’t hurt any less. The pain of still having to look the person you love in the eyes as they apologize for not being able to return the feeling stings more than anyone could imagine. But letting them know is the first step to moving on right? What if I don’t want to move on? What if I just want to keep loving him from a far? It’s enough for now, what about in the future?

I know prolonging my confession only hurts me more than it helps. I can’t help it, I’m a coward. I’ve been imprisoned by my own feelings for years. I’m afraid because I know the answer. I’m afraid because I know these words won’t mean as much to him as it does to me. I’m afraid because I know I’m too late. I know I missed my chance. I knew he loved me once but I turned a blind eye instead focusing on someone else. I would never regret my decision. We were together for 5 years but somewhere along the line, he still owned my heart. Maybe I was in love with him without me knowing. I know I can’t dwell on the past but it’s hard to not wish I could turn back time and reciprocate those feelings. In my defence, he never outright told me how he felt, but looking back, it was obvious. That was during high school, now we’re in college. We’re different people now. Sort of a stranger if you think about it but not once has he never crossed my mind. Maybe this time, it will work. Maybe this time is our time. There’s only one way to find out right?

[trixabke]

hihi! may i ask for a haikyuu matchup (both romantic and platonic)? i noticed that your matchups are still open for request and it just piqued my interest.

im a girl and an east asian, i have red-brown hair, black round eyes, a button nose, and round thin lips. im 5’1 and i have no idea what my body shape is (sometimes im an hourglass but sometimes im literally round).

for my personality, my mbti type is intp, i have a love hate relationship with doing homework, i have social anxiety to the point where i unconsciously answer people with a nod, shake or shrug, i love my friends but i find it hard to show affection, i get tired easily after hanging out for a few hours (my social battery just flies out the window), im most comfortable when im at home with family which results in me being ridiculously loud, i love procrastinating but i always get my work done before deadlines, i somehow have good grades too.

my pronouns are she/her and he/him. im not very much in favour of they/them but i don’t mind if people use that set of pronouns on me. im unlabeled but i don’t mind dating any gender at all (female, male, non binary, agender etc). im very confused as in real life i tend to prefer women more than men but in the fictional world i prefer men. but overall i really don’t mind what gender they are.

my hobbies are doodling, reading wattpad, ao3 and tumblr LOL, occasionally playing video games. my interests are maths (certain topics), obey me! (the game), saiki k, food wars, mob psycho 100. im a taurus sun, rising aries, sag moon.

im a very difficult person to love as the qualities i look for in a partner is someone who can make me feel wanted (unfortunately i have trust and abandonment issues). i get jealous quite often so i might need them to constantly reassure me. if they don’t do so i might resent them in a way after some time. i don’t have anything specific but i just want someone loyal and caring (not boring too). my love language (giving) is acts of service, physical touch, communication and quality time whereas my preferred receiving love language is quality time, words of affirmation, physical touch, communication, expression of affection and love.

i don’t have any particular aesthetic i like as they all are very pleasing to me but i do like things that are more colourful and vibrant.

HIII

(I'm finally doing the excess amount of matchups I have smh)

I have a lot of matchups in my drafts so I'm really sorry but I didn't do a hc for the friendship, I hope that's ok :) (i made the rest kinda long tho,,, oops)

(romantic)

I match you with….

KENMA

honestly idek how you guys met

like the stars just summoned you to know each other

but in reality, it was probably you seeing a photo of him on one of your friend's phones

kenma saw you on kuroos phone (ur friends with one of kuroos friends whos friends with kenma)

then dun dun dunnnn

nothing happened

because you both have social anxiety and won't talk to the other one or bring it up to anyone (out of fear of having ur friend out you)

so like.... slow slow slow slow slow slow slow slow slow burn

finally, ur friend sees u like looking at him in EVERY photo he is in

GETS THE MFING MEMO

reaches out to kuroo and gets kenmas number

subtly slides it into you and says it's their coworker and they left something at work and asks u to text him

and kenma is like ?? tf I don't work with them

so obvi ur embarrassed but kuroo screams at kenma and makes him slightly carry the conversation

u guys eventually meet up in private (private by FORCE)

kuroo playing matchmaker fr fr

ur friend, kuroo, kenma, and u go to see a movie and ur friend and kuroo shove u and kenma next to each other

they tried to be subtle, its not subtle

kuroo and ur friend go to get gas in one car? leaving kenmas car at the theatre (WAS NOT PLANNED!!!! - kuroo)

id imagine it being late-ish and u and kenma sitting on a wooden slotted bench kinda awkwardly sitting there kicking ur legs

with the occasional conversation about the movie or how it was a bit chilly outside

eventually, you realize kuroo isn't coming back and your friend didn't just go get gas

n eventually you scoot closer and the night ends with ur head on his shoulder

the once awkward silence has melted into a comfortable one

this probably wasn't the first time you two have ended up ditched by the others

u both spilled u liked each other?? but before anyone asked you both had to be extremely sure u liked each other

once u ended-up dating I'd imagine it to be a really sweet relationship

like it's evident u both care about each other a lot

he would send a lot of really sweet messages and compliment the little things about you

like oddly specific things (ex; "I love the way your smile is a little crooked and how your eyebrows crinkle when your focusing) like VERY SPECIFIC

ur always getting "I had fun w u td :)" texts

u both get each other on like a social battery level and have a mutual understanding of a social battery running low pretty quick

both of u being intps adds another layer of understanding, especially in fights since you both process the same way

he honestly likes that ur jealous..?

like lets be honest he's bitchless so you don't have that much to be jealous of and he finds it attractive when you are (but won't do it on purpose and always comforts you when u need it)

he likes that you play video games and will try all the one you play and he also wants to show you what he plays

a lot of comfortable silence in your relationship

an understanding that when you're with each other sometimes that is enough

u definitely bring out his softer side but its not all soft with him

he can also be a cunt (in a loving way but not rlly but also yes)

you'll never have a boring conversation with him

(literally cut to the one manga panel of him telling hinata if he gets boring he'll drop him)

overall a really sweet, understanding, sustainable relationship

as always if you see any spelling errors no you didn't I hope you liked this, I'm sorry it took me forever to respond to the asks, I lacked motivation- I feel like this ran long but I had a lot to say >:)

don't forget to get some water and eat and treat urself with kindness <33

[crybabykiko]

most likely to have a size kink 😏😏😏

Oh now this is something I DEFINITELY have several opinions on lol

Ushijima just can’t help it he’s like bigger than everyone ever it’s just how he is it’s not his fault he doesn’t even know he has one but he’s going to be transfixed by how tiny you are underneath him EVERY. Single. Time.

Another tall drink of water, Lev definitely has one- and also doesn’t know. He’s always using his height to his advantage, and seeing your much smaller frame against his makes him feel so powerful and it overrides all his other senses.

Bokuto’s size kink is about how you need him. He’s both big stature wise, as well as tall. He’s never missed a meal and it shows because he’s so well built and toned- like we’ve all seen his arms please crush my head like a watermelon . He gets off on knowing that he is much bigger than you, and can be your savior for that reason. It feeds his ego knowing that you need him to reach for or open things for you.

See also: Mattsun, Tsukishima, Osamu, Sakusa, Ennoshita, Daichi, Asahi

Tick Tock it’s kink o’clock 😈

[justmywriting1313]

Referees don’t fall in Love (Miya Osamu x reader)...

Helluuuuu frends!!! Super excited for my first ever Haikyuuu fic!!! Yayyyyyy!! 

Even though I’ve said I am not solely an Obey Me! fic writer, I’ve never actually had the full motivation to be able to write another fic for another fandom but after listening to a song called Referees dont fall in love by mindchatter this fic hasn’t left my mind. Literally, I dreamed about it and because its become my comfort image I thought I would write it out for you guys. I actually love it so much so, I might make it a series. Osamu and his cute flower girl. I’m also really excited to start writing for more fandoms so yayyyyyy. Any who this is just pure and utter fluff about Osamu loving you so enjoyyyyyy!!!!! 

I really hope you guys like it as much as my other fics and give it the same love cause I am incredibly proud of this piece and most probably will make a part 2 with smut. 

(PS: No one can convince me that Osamu, Asahi, Daichi, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Meian and Ushijima are not big beefy daddies of the first order + Sakusa, Matsukawa and Atsumu second biggest big beefy daddies)

Summary: Miya Osamu was in love, nothing more, nothing less. Or in other words, Miya Osamu wasn’t soft for much but the rain and the cute flower girl who he would eventually call his. 

Warnings: Honestly this is just pure fluff about Osamu falling in love with a reader who likes to play in the rain. A hint of angst if you squint like really really close but even then not much!

Miya Osamu was in love… 

 I know it sounds like a new revelation but it wasn’t. Nor was it a shocking or startling discovery. It was a gradual movement that had left Osamu more and more breathless as he went along. No want or will power to stop it. It was so painfully obvious that most, if not all, the people in and around the area where you and him worked knew. It was common knowledge that Miya Osamu; the laid back ,buff, grey haired country boy was madly and irrevocably in love with you and has been for months now. It just simply stood as a statement; a proven fact that no one could dispute…

Miya Osamu was in love. Nothing more, nothing less. 

The knowledge that Osamu was in love with you was something that he often liked to sit and bask in. It filled his chest with a warmth that he didn’t have the vocabulary to describe. That’s okay, cause he didn’t really need to defend or describe it to anyone. Especially in moments like these where every thought of his was occupied with just how absolutely lovely you were.  

Osamu’s new restaurant was on a fairly empty yet cute street located at the outskirts of Osaka. It was the kind of street that was invisible until it wasn’t. Many people had asked Osamu why this street? Why this isolated corner that was so far of it felt like a part of another world? From the best restaurant in Hyogo and Tokyo to what seemed like a forgotten place… he had only ever been able to shrug and give a non-committal hum but he was starting to have an answer now. The restaurant stood out amongst the other shops. The black bricked roof the only one among rows of white and beige. The space was fairly small and had only a handful of tables. A small set of porch steps led to a covered verandah at the front of the store that mirrored the outlet opposite his. A set of matte black railings made it feel more enclosed and structured compared to the rest of the little street. The kitchen inside was framed by a black counter that faced the big windows giving Osamu a perfect view of outside world, and of you. 

Osamu watched you sit on the covered porch steps of the flower shop you worked at… the store opposite his. You sat in the very middle of the second step from the top. Your bare legs and feet stretched out in front of you, your wet skin glistening from the spray of the rain as you wiggled your toes. You wore a pair of small khaki shorts, paired with a loose black muscle tee and an oversized white shirt. Osamu smiled as he watched one small hand fist the material and pull it back over your shoulders only for it to slip back down, clearly meant for someone with a much larger stature. The other hand holding on to a mug that no doubt was filled with some exotic flavoured tea. The big windows behind you that usually showcased every kind of flower you could find was dark and devoid of light. Your boss, a cranky yet caring man in his late 60’s that Osamu was quite fond of, always shut the store down early on days like these. 

The world was painted in shades of grey, the smell of rain, wet dirt, and concrete heavy in the warm summer air. The world blanketed in the soft yet persistent drumming of the rain. It was a day, or in some cases days, that most people spent at home, safe and dry under the covers drinking something warm. A day that warranted shutting down a store or coming home from work early. Hell it was what Osamu was doing right now. However for entirely different reasons. He continued to lazily wipe down the counters, already having done last orders and sending his only employee home. Osamu had a hard enough time not looking at you once he had you in his line of sight and he didn’t want the young boy to think he was soft even though he very much was for the cute flower girl. He took peace in these last few minutes of watching you as he cleaned. He was about to disturb this picture very soon and he wanted to absorb as much of it as he could.

The verandah lights were switched off behind you. You were shrouded in shadows but, and this was Osamu’s favourite part, your lovely face and elated expression was clear as day while you watched the clouds gather in the sky. Your hair fell around you in messy and unbrushed waves, framing your face like that of a child. Your skin was bright and glowing with glee, a soft hue of pink over your cheeks, pretty lips stretched into a big grin. Occasionally you would giggle and wiggle your feet as the rain tickled you. Your eyes, framed by your big glasses, were wide and doe like, a childish innocence and naivety hidden in them. They shined with unadulterated joy and want as you watched the rain wash the world anew. 

Unlike most people your favourite kind of day had always been these. They were one of the main reasons you had moved so far away from the centre of the city. Just being able to enjoy the sound of the rain against the road, the rest of the world forgotten amongst the mist that would sometimes settle. The stormier it was the bigger your smile. If Osamu could, he would make every day rain just to see you smile like that all the time. The distant sound of thunder made you jump and squeak and then smile up at the sky. Osamu was always entranced by every expression that painted your face. No filter of any kind nor any pretence. You were an open book and Osamu loved that. 

Osamu and you were still just friends, though the way you two acted with each other, the line between friends and lovers was incredibly blurred. Honestly to anyone looking you held each other, touched each other, and were attentive to each other like lovers would be. The two lines that hadn’t been crossed were saying ‘I love you’ and a kiss. A single kiss to those soft lips... That’s all that Samu needed so he could do everything he wanted and more to and for the love of his life. He truly had immense amounts of patience... His love was obvious to everyone but oblivious you. That didn’t mean you didn’t love him too. The intimacy for you two lay in the way you understood each other. Which is why Osamu understood that you were shy and tender when it came to romantic relationships. Always oh so worried that your child like disposition would run off people and leave you vulnerable. Osamu still remembers when you turned to him teary eyed during one of your weekly traditions of midnight drives through the country side. You asked him with a wobbly and pained smile,  

“Samu why is it so difficult to be loved the way I need someone to love me?” 

Osamu had desperately, like a child, wanted to shout at the top of his lungs that he was there. That he would love you or if need be learn to love you the way you needed it but he knew it wasn’t the right time. Instead he had pulled over at the side of the road and hugged you as tight as he could. He shook the memory out of his head. Every memory with you was precious but this one always left him just a bit sad… mainly because he couldn’t wait to take care of you the way he knew you both needed. 

You sat up a bit straighter turning to Onigiri Miya. Samu’s back was turned towards you as he locked the door, pulling the shutter down. You blushed at the way your eyes followed the movement of his back muscles, black shirt pulled tight over his shoulders. You shook your head of that thought. Bad Y/N! We don’t think that way about a friend or whatever you and Osamu are to each other. You weren’t dumb you knew that Osamu and you weren’t friends. I mean you are… but not in the way you are friends with say the waiter he has employed or the next door cobbler and his son. Your friendship was sweeter, more intense. Any friendship formed in the anticipation of being lovers always was. It sometimes left you breathless and scared, the amount that you felt for the man. Osamu turned towards you again, never liking you being out of his sight for too long. Eyes catching yours he immediately lit up. He was sure that your image of him was slightly hazy, glasses foggy but he still found it sweet how you blushed at just the sight of him. He quickly shrugged a jacket over his shoulders pulling the hoodie up. He darted across the street to stand in front of you. 

You weren’t the smallest person on the planet, you were overly aware of that. You were fairly short and slightly chubby. You had thick thighs and a bigger bust than most girls at honestly any age and it was always something you worried about. However looking up at Osamu while he looked down at you, you felt tiny compared to his huge frame. His shoulders filling out much of the porch entrance. Osamu loved your curvy figure and many of his daydreams consisted of being able to lay his head on your soft thighs while you played with his hair or be able to nuzzle into the valley of your breasts early in the morning when you wore nothing but a large shirt of his. At the same time he loved making you feel small like this. There was a sense of security in it that neither of you could explain. He knew these fantasies weren’t far from being true. You grinned up at him,

“Samu!!” You cheered softly dragging out the U. “You're finally finished yayyy… I missed you…” 

You whispered the last part out, having said it before even deciding to. Even though you looked away Samu grinned big and wide. He knew he had an effect on you but it was always nice to have a reminder. He crouched down in front of you leaning forward to press his lips against your cheek... Just a little more to the right he thought but he held himself, taking your empty hand into his stroking the delicate skin. 

“Hey angel! Missed ya too… Anything ya need to do or ya ready to go?” 

“ ‘m ready but Samu… you still haven’t told me where we are going?” A whine evident in your voice.

“Thats the whole point of a surprise sweetie” 

Samu was positively giddy just thinking about what he had planned for the both of you. Like I already said Osamu just gets you on a level that no one really has before. He knows what you want before you even know you want it and not just in materialistic things though Samu does like the warmth that spreads through his chest seeing you in or with anything he got for you but in other things as well. Samu knew that sitting and watching the rain the way you were right now, you wanted nothing more than to dance about, get drenched from head to toe, not caring that you cant see through your glasses and just feel the world wash every scary feeling off of you. It was something you used to do as a child, a teen and even in college, but stopped since you moved here. Even though people here knew you and it wouldn’t be too out of character to see you do that but nonetheless you were shy and wanted to preserve even a vague image of being an adult. Osamu had offered many times, trying to coax you in to indulging in yourself,

“Pretty girl ya know if ya want to play in the rain ya can right? Nobody’s gonna say anything to ya... s’okay”

“Samu what makes you think I want to get wet in the rain hmm? I am an adult” 

“What does being an adult have to do with playin’ in the rain silly girl huh? Plus ‘ts practically painted all over that pretty face of yers” 

You had only pouted and said you were a grown up and didn’t want nor need to. He had huffed at you but that had been that. He wasn’t an idiot though and he knew why you said no. But he wants you to be able to give into your child like whims without fear of others. He wanted you to hold onto this part of yourself, so he was going to do his best to give you a space to do that.

Osamu wouldn’t let you get wet in a winter rain, your immune system delicate enough as it was.(someone please request samu catching reader trying to do that). So he planned a month before summer to find a place for you in the country side. His aim was a secluded area with with some kind of field next to it. An accommodation close by so he could then rush you into a warm bath. He drove around in any free time he got with his high school friends and team mates, Kita and Suna. He hadn’t had a chance to catch up with them and plus they could be useful in looking for the right spot though that might only be Kita. It helped that Kita knew many of the farming families this side so he knew where exactly to look. 

Both Kita and Suna had already met you a couple of times before, often coming to visit Samu at his favourite outlet. The first time they bumped into you, you were carrying so many baskets of flowers you couldn’t see where you were going. You had apologised profusely with red cheeks and frazzled hair, adjusting your huge glasses. Kita immediately took a liking to your sweet disposition. He was a good judge of character and could already tell you were a sincere person; Kita’s favourite kind. (begging someone to request this first meeting). He had helped you up slowly as Suna collected some of the fallen flowers off the floor. To Suna you seemed like a fun person to tease and to his delight you were, taking part in banter and teasing right back. Both boys quickly learned it was incredibly hard not to find you endearing. You were bubbly and cheerful, immediately inviting them in without any hesitation and made them feel warm. Kita especially liked how you didn’t hide how you felt and honestly he thought you were good with, and for Osamu. Osamu needed someone he understood...  

The boys drove through so many country roads and just as Osamu was about to give up, thinking of ways he could create the same atmosphere at home, they stumbled onto the perfect place. Suna who had been aimlessly walking in a field spotted a wooden house on the edge of a bamboo forest. The house was elevated and made up of either wood or rough rock. The field in-front of it stretched out for a couple of miles before reaching the rice paddies. At further inspection the house had everything Samu needed. Attached to the house and facing the fields was an elevated verandah it was long and wide. The door led into the house from the verandah into a kitchen and further into a living room. On the opposite side of the house, facing the forest made up of natural rock was a sunken dip and in the middle of it was a hot spring. The walls for this sunken room were made out of glass. It was so nice that even Suna looked into booking it for awhile. Osamu did his best not to squeal like a school child. Since the weather is unpredictable and Samu didn’t know when the next summer storm would be he ended up booking the place for the entirety of the summer season. He didn’t mind the cost especially since he knew that at this stage of his life he could afford it. Osamu was bought back to the present when you huffed out a breath at his teasing... God you were too cute for your own good. Still crouching in front of you, he pulled your hand to his face, lips ghosting over the tips of your fingers. 

“Come now angel I know you like surprises… still remember yer cute little face when I surprised ya with tickets to my idiot brothers game huh” 

“I like surprises but this is different… How do I know you’re not an axe murderer taking me to the country side just to bury me in the woods never to be found again huh?”  

Samu levelled you with a dead panned look, “Of course Angel, thats my grand plan! To pick you up in this street filled with camera’s in my car everyone recognises, to take you an accommodation booked under my name, only to murder you in the woods…” 

Even though Samu was indulging you by teasing back, he didn’t like the sound of this at all. He really was overly sensitive when it came to you, though in his defence it was not hard to imagine you walking off with a stranger. You picking up on his growing distress were quick to lean forward with wide eyes and press your lips to his cheek. You hesitated there, just a few tiny spaces to the left... Your intention was not to upset him and you wanted to pacify him,

“I trust you samu cross my heart, I’m going to get my bag and slippers” 

Samu’s smile was quick to return. He pulled away from you and stood up. Helping you up next. The drive to the field was filled with idle chatter, insistent begging for hints from you, which due to Samu’s experience with Atsumu he was able to ignore, or comfortable silence. You had tucked your legs underneath yourself, head resting on the window as you looked outside. Samu had thrown a blanket over your legs in case the car got cold. Samu would occasionally glance at you from the corner of his eye. Osamu loved that you were so comfortable with him. Your much smaller hand incased his much larger one, your fingers rolling the rings around his or just tracing patterns on his palm, humming a melody and watching the rain. You were happy it hadn’t slowed down and if anything seemed to get stronger.  

Finally, just as you were getting sleepy Osamu pulled into the gravelly driveway of the house. He left you in the car to gather your bearings so he could check the house. Kita had offered to come back a few days before to settle everything Samu and you might need over stay. Kita had set up everything perfectly. Osamu made a mental note to thank Kita san and send him his favourite onigiri. You watched Samu bound back to the car giddily. His excitement was infectious even though you didn’t know what you were so excited for. He opened the door and unbuckled your seatbelt for you. His excitement was infectious even though you dont know what you two were supposed to be excited for. He led you through the house, not really giving you a minute to take what you assumed to be a lovely house before he threw open the door to a wide verandah open. It was spacious and had a fluffy carpet in the centre filled with throw pillows. Two sofa’s pushed up against the walls of the house on either side of the centre seating. It was one of the comfiest places you had ever seen. What was nicer was to feel like you were surrounded by rain. The heavy shower could be heard against the windows as the sky thundered. The field that stretched around you was made of tall grass that you guessed would come up to your knees and you could even see the rice paddies in the distance. Osamu felt pride fill his chest at doing so good. You took a deep breath in, letting the smell of wet dirt and grass fill you with a childish sense of nostalgia. It felt like you guys were part of a lost corner of the world, a little like your work street. You turned to the grey haired, grey eyed man who watched you. His hands deep in his pockets, biting his lip in anticipation.  

“Samu this place is absolutely beautiful but what is it? like why are we here?”

“Well pretty girl, since there is no one here for miles around and the storm is going to be going on for a couple of days, I wanted to finally give you a chance to have fun so got you here so you can play and dance in the rain like ya’ve been wantin’ ta. Look I even got ya speakers.” Samu exclaimed

You were immediately blushing at the way Samu seemed to know you, his observant nature catching you off guard. You were well aware that Samu gave in to your childish side more than others, but you didn’t want him to think you weren’t an adult or well adult enough to be more than friends with him... plus it made you unbearably shy at how well he could read you. 

“Samu ‘ts super nice but ‘m a big girl... shouldn’t be getting wet in the rain like that” He frowned at that.

“Princess I know yer a big girl... not saying you’re not but there’s no harm in indulging your little side ya know? if yer worried about falling sick or getting hurt then thats what ‘m here for. I got towels ready for ya, made sure to get the first aid kit and I packed ya some warm clothes too...” 

You shook your head stubbornly. Osamu’s frown deepened. He took two large steps forward. Two large warm hands gripped your hips. You jolted at his touch and Samu shivered at being able to hold your hips like this. He was keenly aware that he was just a few breaths away from feeling your soft lips on his, the only line yet to be crossed... He gives his heart a second to get back to its rhythm before bending down trying to catch your gaze, urging you to talk with his worried look. 

“mhmmm its just not very adult like and I dont want people to think... or for you to think that... I dont know think that I’m not adult enough...”

Samu sighed. One arm came to wrap around your torso as the other came to push your hair back from your face. He didn’t give you a chance to escape, your hands getting squished between the two of you. He peered down at you, 

“Firstly angel, no matter what you do, or want, wether you think it is baby-ish or child like, I will never not think of you as a hard workin’ person who I respect before anything else. My admiration will always come before ma attraction fer ya. Secondly, I will always indulge you. Just because you like something that is considered childish doesn’t make you a child. It just means you're innocent and that’s not something to be ashamed of. Ya here me? This is not only cause I want to prove maself to be a partner who gets ya but also cause I want to be able to see this side of you... ‘ts a privilege ya know?” The way Samu said that made you blush. It made you feel special but before you could say anything he continued “Lastly I know ya don’t want others to think badly of you and as much as I want it not to be something ya think about, it is. So for now the next best thing I can give ya space to indulge yourself which is safe and thats why I got ya here, there’s no one for miles around, just ya and me doesn’t that sound nice?” 

He coos the last part making you flounder for what to say. However you still seem unconvinced. Osamu simply shakes his head. He pulls away and you don’t try to hide yourself from reaching out for him. Instead he goes to take his jacket off, emptying his pockets out and setting up your phone and the speakers. He reaches over and pats your pockets to make sure yours are empty too. You just stand there in confusion watching him mill about for a minute. Samu wasn’t planning to do this but desperate times called for desperate measures, 

“Ya know angel, I really really wasn’t planning on doing this but ya haven’ given me much of a choice... not that ya ever do” 

Samu laughs to himself but before you can question him and catch on to what he is doing. He bends down, your stomach level with his shoulder. He wraps one big beefy arm around both your thighs before hoisting you into the air like a sack of potatoes. You squeal and try to find some kind of purchase on anything.

“SAMU, SAMU, Miya Osamuuuuuu put me down right this sec– eeeeep!?”

Osamu only lets out a big bellied laugh in response at the use of his full name. It lost any authority when it came with one of the sweetest giggles ever. He hops down from the verandah, making a mental note to help you back up since it really was quite high up. You immediately feel the warm water soak through your thin clothing, the feeling filling you with immeasurable joy. God, you had missed this. You laugh and take to just hanging limp from Samu’s back giving in and just enjoying the experience. He hears your gleeful laugh and knows he did right. He walks far enough away from the house that you can’t run back without him catching you but close enough to hear the music. Samu slowly starts to slide you down his body back onto solid ground. Each curve that makes you, pressing into the hard planes of his. You're finally on your own two feet and Samu’s breath catches in his throat... fuck you're too cute. Even though your glasses are covered in rain drops you look at Samu and laugh, 

“Samu ya look pretty in tha rain ya know that?” 

A childish laugh filling the air around you that pairs beautifully with the drumming of the rain. Good fucking lord... Samu’ doesn't know what he did right in his last life to deserve you or this moment with you but he would be forever grateful. 

“Never as pretty as ya angel!” 

He spins you around in the air, your legs kicking as your grip Samu’s arms. He places you down and you both begin to dance to your hearts content. Samu pulls away, only to bow like a gentleman to ask for your hand in a dance. He twirls you around making your hair spin with you. You both do silly movements, letting the rain drench you from head to toe. The water was warm and welcoming. At some point you threw your white shirt off, dancing about in your tank top and Samu did his best not to stare at you bare shoulders or the sharp bone of your collars. He felt his face heat up as he watched water trickle down the curve of your cleavage as he moved his own body with you. Samu at some point had taken his shirt off and you did your best not to make an undignified squeak. With all the will power you had you did your best not to watch water trickle down the hard planes of his hips and get soaked by the waist band of his jeans, or see the muscles of his shoulders and arms flex when he pulls you in or holds you up in the air. At some point you both fall onto your backs in a soft patch of grass. Both breathing heavily, a giggle still on your lips. The rain was still heavy but not as much as before and you closed your eyes taking the moment in. Eventually Samu pulled himself up, his eyes sparkling as he looks down at your stretched out form. 

“Had enough baby or want to play some more?” He was only asking to be courteous but he knew you were exhausted and was preparing to march you into the house so you could clean up. You laughed and shouted for more time. “Nu-un doll, I only asked to be nice but now you and I are goin’ to go in and take warm showers... not lettin’ ya get sick plus looks like the rain is going to stop though dont worry it think it'll be back tomorrow... if not we can explore aroun’ ya know i heard the people at the farm let ya help out and maybe i can teach ya some farm work only if ya want ta... oh and they have some animals so maybe...”

Samu was looking up at the sky and then the farm house in the distance. You sat up, hugging your knees and just watching Osamu ramble. He really was very pretty. You wanted to wonder why he was with someone like you but you couldn't cause Samu had never let you feel insecure about his feelings for you. You continued to look at the way his grey hair glistened completely wet and falling over his forehead. You could start to see hints of his roots and you giggled at the idea of doing his hair again. You looked at the redness of his cheeks wondering wether that was because of you or the warmth of the rain. You looked at his lips, they were red and wet with the rain, you wondered if they would press against yours and fit perfectly like you often imagined. Finally you looked at his eyes and though he was just talking about farms activities, you could see the love he held for you even when he wasn't talking about you. The way he was looking for things for you to do. You don’t know what came over you nor what happened to your very carefully placed filter but the words were out of you before you could stop them, 

“Osamu... Osamu I am in love with you” 

Samu choked on his words. His head whipping down to look at you. You were hugging your knees to your chest, your bra and tank top strap slipping of your shoulder, lips pulled into a smile and hair sticking to your neck and face. Samu just looked at you as you continued 

“Ya dont have to say it back or anyth–” 

Your breath is knocked out of you when Samu bends down, hands going under your arms and lifting you up like a child. You truly underestimated the sheer strength of this man sometimes. Your legs wrap around his bare torso, the heel of your feet digging into the small of his back. You could feel the line of his hip pressing into your pussy and you squirmed. Samu’s hands were now under your thighs and dangerously close to your ass. His forehead pressed into yours as your hands went around his neck, fingers threading through the hairs at the back of his neck. You’re breathless with the intimacy and dizzy with glee from the rain. His eyes are closed as he lets his breath wash over your face. Your own lips trembling being so close to him, 

“Again” 

“Huh?”

“Say it again angel... I wont ask you twice” 

“I am in love with you Samu” He breathed in deeply, lifting your further into him.

“Again.”

“I am in love with you” You could only smile

“Again.”

“I’m in lo–” 

You were cut of by soft lips pressing against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as Samu moved his mouth against yours, moaning at finally being able to feel you the way he has been dying to. The kiss was soft, intense and passionate. Every word that had ever been left unsaid between you being spelled out clear as day; I am in love with you too. Samu’s hands slid to cup your ass as he hefted you up a little more. Lips never leaving yours as he nibbled on them, coaxing them open and you did. Samu shivered at the taste of your mouth. It still had traces of the tea you had earlier. You kissed the way you were as a person, soft and tender, shy but becoming bolder by the second as you opened your mouth further. Eventually you two had to pull apart for air. Samu’s eyes were still closed as if scared to open them. But he spoke with a hoarse voice, 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear ya say that angel... no fucking idea” 

“Mhmmm well then I’ll say it every hour of every day to make up for all the hours I have missed... only if you promise to pair it with a kiss each time.” Samu laughed at your cuteness opening his beautiful eyes. 

“Thats a deal I can get behind doll”

“Well then I love you” and you relished in the feeling of Samu pressing his lips into yours again, a feeling neither of you would ever tire of. He walked back towards the house with you still clinging to him and pecking him, making him chase you and growl. He couldn’t wait to do this for a long long time.

Miya Osamu was in love with you. Nothing More but certainly nothing less either. 

Okayyyyy finished! Fuck that was long but I love it. I later if people have a good response and there are enough likes then make a playlist for this fic!! Anywhooo byeee for now 💜💜💜

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[mrskurono]

Kageyama Tobio for $25 pleaseee

a/n: honestly this is a little cute to end this 5k Event with Kageyama. He’s the OG husband of this entire stupid blog ToT This ones for my favorite setter ever <3 Thank you everyone for the support and here's to maybe another 5k <3

A gamble….will it pay off?

$25 for the Schweiden setter and you won...panties and Tobio!

tags: fem!Reader, crossdressing, mentions of masturbation (female), fucking in panties, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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He'd seen you touch yourself in them.

Juices soaking the crotch of the fabric. Leaving them damp to the touch when you peeled them off. One thing he'd honestly forgotten about after watching you cum on your fingers like that.

When you told him to put them on and go to practice. Well, Tobio didn't think anything of it.

BAll practice though he felt the coolness drying against his cock. Looseness of his shorts allowing more than just a draft of air to remind you he was wearing your panties. Your very own panties that he could vividly recall you pulling off after cumming.

"Think of me all day ok Tobio?"

God he hadn't stopped thinking about you since waking up.

How could he when he'd been aching since he slid them on? How could he think of anything but you as he went through the motions of practice and the fabric against his cock kept him throbbing no matter what.

Finally, when he pushed past the apartment door to end the day. Tobio didn't hesitate to drop his shorts.

Cock straining against the pattern fabric of your panties. He couldn't even be bothered to take them off. Only pulling them aside frantically to grip his cock. Stroking himself with one hand as the other gripped the edge of the counter to balance himself.

"Tobio~" Your voice made him snap up towards the doorway, "You could have said hi first."

Just as teasing as you were this morning. His eyes fell on you wearing your shirt. But missing were your panties. He didn't care if you took them off. Or never put a pair on after this morning. All he cared was the way his cock ached in his hands.

You notice with a smirk, "Want me to help?"

"You did this-" Tobio groaned as he took one step just to grab you in his arm. Pressing his lips against your hungrily as you grinned into the kiss.

"I didn't do anything." You reach down and grind your palm against his cock. Tobio shuddering and rutting his hips against your touch, "But I did perhaps just get a little carried away on my day off."

Taking his hand you slip his long setter fingers against your cunt lips. Letting him know right away how wet you were. Leaving the man to groan against your lips and rut harder against your hands. No words forming but a meager groan leaving him.

"Tobio~ Wanna cum fuck me~?"

That was no question at all. All day it was all he cared for.

Whirled to bedroom in the blink of an eye. You giggled as Tobio sunk into the bed above you. Panties still on and all. He didn't even look like he was going to take them off anytime soon. Not that you minded.

Hungry for you. He helped you position yourself just so he could slip between your legs. Hips aligning in no time as Tobio groaned the second you slipped his cock against your pussy lips.

Black hair clinging to his forehead as his blue eyes remained fixated down on you. He followed like an obedient pup as you pulled him closer. No time at all as he sunk his cock inside you.

"Fuck- Yes love-" You move your hips up against his and groan, "You feel amazing."

Forehead pressed to yours Tobio let out a shaky breath. Sinking to his elbows so the two of you had your chests pressed together, "Warm."

Humming against his cheek. You wrapped your arms around him tightly. Bracing your body against his as his thrusts don't take any time at all to start. Deep rutting thrusts that make the bed frame groan under you both. Tobio's face plastered against the crook of your neck as a string of moans leave his parted lips.

Your noises joining his. You can still feel your panties on him with each snap of his hips. Fabric getting wet all over again as he drives his cock to bottom out in you. Your juices clinging to the panty fabric and your cunt lips. Tobio fucking you with a frantic pace.

"Fuck- If you cum- Mmm shit-" You groan in his ear as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot like only he knows how to do, "Shit- If you cum- You have to wear them for a week-"

"W-What?" Tobio panted against your lips as he brought his head up from your neck to look at you. Whatever you said lost in the fuzz of his mind as he stared down at you half lidded and nearing his limit.

"Mmm my panties-" You grip the back of his head and smash your lips together, "You have to- Fuck- wear them-"

Heated breath against your lips. The second your fingers curled around the back of his neck Tobio lost your words entirely. Fingertips pressing into the nape of his neck. And your lips soft and parted against his in a sloppy kiss. In that moment the reminder of the panties still hugging his waist just seemed like too much. The rush of the day coming crashing down on him.

Jagged thrusts as he drove himself deeper inside you. His feet doing their best to give him traction just to rut into you as deep as possible. Tobio's groans leaving his lips like a string of beautiful music as his cock twitched inside you. Cum dousing your insides as the Schweiden player kissed you to the best of his ability. As his orgasm stole his breath.

Grinning into the kiss. You take the moment to lean up into him. Kissing him hungrily and softly as your fingers tighten around the back of his neck. Earning a rightful moan as Tobio lays his weight into you.

"...looks like you'll be wearing panties for a week then." You snicker against the kiss.

Slightly out of breath Tobio's lips turn up in a little circle and he kisses you back with a light peck, "I'll wear them forever. But let me make them wet next time."

[mrskurono]

i don’t know if you write for her but i’m really thinking of model alisa and futa milf reader who’s kid thinks of alisa as their idol

normally, I find both Hibas incredibly unattractive. I am not a fan of Alisa or Saeko really but....yknow what the futa!Reader might do it for me

Alisa who, at this point in her career could snag a higher profile agent.

Someone who only calls her when photoshoots are booked. Doesn't bother her off hours. Doesn't have a kid that's for sure. And does all the business off hands.

But Alisa can't give you up. She's addicted to more than just your work ethic.

Countless times you've had to shove her pretty head of silver hair under the desk more so no one sees such a beauty working her red lips over your cock. The way you sit there pleasantly talking with whoever it is needing your attention. All while Alisa is down there bobbing her head up and down on your length.

Holding out even sometimes when your kid calls you and you're balls deep in your finest client. Muffling the slap of your skin together bc of course Alisa just had to be fucked in the newest pair of jeans so got. But they were worthless anyways the fabric was far too easy to cut.

Stuffing her full of your length as Alisa sucks on your free hand to stay quiet. All while the good girl knows to grab your tits while you plow her bc she just is too addicted to your work to give you up for anyone else. Even with how much of a high roller she is. Nothing compares to the fuckings you leave her with day in and day out.

Send me your sinful Saturday thots ♡