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megapteraurelia · 3 days ago

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comfortable silence — final part.

summary | kozume kenma and gn!reader finally get their shit together! warnings | it's fluff!!! word count | 2613. a/n | sorry it took me a while to get this out!! now i'm very much in the mood to write angst hurt/no comfort kenma :3 please let me know what you think! -` ♡ ´- part 1 to be found: here. part 2 to be found: here.

“maaa, where have you been, kenma?”

kuroo tetsurou sounded almost annoyed, though the colour of concern was bleeding strong through his voice, suspicion not far behind.

kozume kenma kept to his word. always. if he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t give any promises to begin with.

so when he said he was going to be there for practice, and then didn’t turn up, logically and only naturally, kuroo had to conclude that kenma was seized by an ailment, “it’s been 21 minutes and 23 seconds, and not like i’m keeping count, but— holy shit! kenma, are you alright?!”

kenma usually thought that kuroo tetsurou was quite the drama queen, enjoying riling up people in more ways than one. usually, he also didn’t mind it, perfectly capable of ignoring kuroo’s taunts, especially if they were directed at others, or lazily retorting back with smart-assed comments to dampen his best friend, when they were aimed at him (which only worked sometimes at best).

usually.

but today of all days, now of all times, when kenma’s mind couldn’t stop replaying the words that had passed your lips, and his mind’s eye kept seeing you look up at him with shy hope in your eyes, cheeks already in flames, lips burning from where he had mustered up the courage to kiss you back — now, kenma really hoped kuroo would quit his shenanigans, because kenma feared that now was when he was most susceptible to it.

“i’m,” he breathed out and hoped his face would calm down by the time he reached his teammates, “fine.”

“you don’t look fine to me. come here, are you getting a fever?” kuroo slapped his too-big-hand onto kenma’s face to feel his temperature. concentration swam in his eyes as he mushed kenma’s nose underneath his fingers, even though kuroo only needed to check his forehead at most.

an inkling of annoyance started to shape up within the blonde’s chest and kenma slapped kuroo’s hand away, muffled voice objecting but it was drowned out by the others on his team.

all of lev’s 194 cm shrieked in response to kuroo’s conjecture, “fever?! but we haven’t been able to spike some balls!”

“hold on, you moronic titan, we’re not done yet. where are you going?!” yaku was quick to grab a hold of lev’s shirt, pulling him back, effectively almost choking him. lev inhaled deeply, hysterically, before —

“but yakkunnnn— wait, wai— mphmpf. wait, h-hold on, i wasn’t read—nghn!”

“you always gotta be ready at any speed the ball will come hurtling at you!”

another yell back, hands raised to protect his head, “not when it’s purposefully aimed at my face!!”

kenma sighed and pushed past kuroo, though his black-haired friend’s eyes followed him, glinting in the artificial gymnasium light, suspicion heavy. he could see that the gears were turning, giving kenma a look from head to toe, fingers rubbing his jaw, deep in thought.

“let’s just get this over with,” kenma mumbled to himself, though kuroo’s brows furrowed even more in thought, a quiet “curious.” escaping him.

throughout the drills and the team practice, kuroo kept observing his friend: the way his mind was barely around to use in plays, the way his reaction time waned with every movement of the clock nearing evening. not only that, even the way he didn’t immediately try to collapse whenever there was a break — something happened, he decided. and he wouldn’t be a good friend if he didn’t at least try to inquire.

kenma felt each instance of kuroo’s staring when his best friend thought nobody was watching, and the way the hair on his neck stood up at the intense glowering, it was hard to ignore. there was another short break incoming, though kenma’s thoughts had already started wandering before any pause could be called, golden eyes trained on the clock, anticipating the end of the club. it had been a long time since he felt this incredibly nervous.

sweaty hands that he had to wipe on his shorts, heart racing so hard he almost felt dizzy from the adrenaline, a dry throat rivalling the moments of dehydration during summer. it wasn’t like he had cause to feel anxious about anything, not when you had taken the initiative and told him you liked him, not when he had tangible proof that it might not all have been a fabrication in his head.

but god, he was sweating, and it wasn’t because of volleyball.

“you keep looking at the clock, kenma.”

kuroo settled next to kenma as they rotated, not looking at him, focused on the opposite players in front of the net, hands poised hovering, ready to block out a possible attack.

kenma shrugged, though the reminder had him peel his tongue off the roof of his mouth with more effort than normally, “yeah.”

a short glance from the captain of nekoma high’s volleyball club; his gaze scrutinising, looking over his friend again, like a detective on a mission, ready to unravel all his thoughts.

kenma returned his gaze with a blank face, carefully schooling his features.

“where were you earlier?” the second inquiry came right as the serve was called out, so kenma used the opportunity of having to concentrate to evade kuroo again, eyes following the ball closely, jumping when needed, setting over to the other side of the court, not missing the narrowed eyes of his best friend when he came down from the block.

point for captain’s team.

“damn it, kenma, i will uncover this even if it kills me!!” kuroo exploded suddenly, his pointer finger all up in kenma’s face after a long look, “you’re a lousy actor and you’re not allowed to get away with it. you just wait. even if it’s the last thing i’ll dedicate to doing in my life!”

“not finding a baddie and marrying her?”

“you’re right, tora,” kuroo nodded to yamamoto, before fixing his blonde friend with another promising look, “kenma! spit it out! i don’t want to die maidenless!!”

“stop wiggling your fingers like that. you look like a perv,” was the only unenthusiastic response to kuroo’s antics.

all throughout tidying up the gymnasium, kenma felt like he was dirtying things up more than actually cleaning them. his sports clothes did nothing to keep his hands dry after having used them so many times to get rid of the proof of the anxiety spiking in his chest.

kuroo had stopped being persistent; his eyes only flitting over kenma’s form once in a while, watchful, and despite the big talk about trying to uncover anything, he left his friend to his own devices.

if a bit of prying got kuroo nowhere, then there was a chance he needed to change his approach. a part of kenma felt relief at the stop in pushing, the hair-raising call to attention lessening. another part felt the already existing nervousness in his chest brew a little stronger, because he knew his friend and knew what it meant when there was a break in his picking of fights.

stepping out of the gymnasium, the sounds of his teammates fooling around faded away, slinking into the background in the same seamless way his heart picked up its pace. a thrum he could barely escape, blood rushing through his ears and heating up his skin.

you were beautiful on a normal day when nothing was awaiting you and when expectations were unmet, but you were breathtaking when you were waiting for him, looking down because you couldn’t meet his eyes, the pink stealing itself away on your face, a certain uncertainty in your step as you rocked back and forth.

faintly, he heard his teammates pique in curiosity at the presence of somebody near the gymnasium premises, so late after school had already finished, but kenma parted from them without a glance and a goodbye.

like a group of clucking hens they were lead away, one tripping over the other to catch a glance, and kuroo tetsurou their shepherd with enough situational awareness to understand that it was none of their business and with all the more annoying squint of his eyes and the cocky smile splitting his face, ready to tease his friend over it in the next couple days.

kenma’s steps were slow and heavy. he wasn’t very good at confrontations, if it even ever came to that, so he had to drag his legs, willing his muscles to work with and for him. and even though you could hear the shuffle of his street shoes on the ground, you purposefully didn’t look up. it made it easier to approach you, made it easier to stare at you unabashedly, should have made it easier to think of what to say, but when he stood in front of you, the tip of his toes pressing down inside his shoes, he found himself without words once again.

he wondered if he was ever going to be able to breathe when you were around.

the breeze didn’t lessen over the hours, still as soft though with a touch more cold than during the day, when the sun had the chance to wrap you in her embrace.

“about what i said,” you started but then paused when you noticed that you didn’t know what to say either, eyes still plastered to his legs, watching his shoes squirm in front of you.

“i don’t remember,” he murmured, voice soft and stubborn, words clear and deceiving. you knew he had heard you hours ago when you confessed, when the traitorous words had slipped your lips in a moment of adrenaline, yet he stood there, hands shoved deep into his pockets, the slight bobbing of his throat the only thing you could see out of the periphery of your eyes.

you couldn’t help it. the fact that you knew he was not telling the truth made you exhale quietly, most of the adrenaline pushed out of your chest with force, a nervous smile ready to take over your features, and you settled into the familiarity of a cushion well worn, of a seat on his couch that had always been your spot amongst the many ones he occupied, a back and forth you were an expert in, “you’re lying.”

this time you did glance up at him, catching the way he tilted his head to look to the side, blonde strands of his hair slightly brushing his jaw at the movement. his eyes looked at anything but you, bullheaded in his nature, lips pursing at the call out, “i’m not.”

“yeah, you are.”

the piercing golden eyes of his cast away from you, still stubborn, still insisting, “am not. i don’t remember.”

“okay,” you agreed, a tiny step closer to him than before.

he sent you a tentative glance, the same way a hesitant kitten would, eyeing a risk up, seeing whether it was worth going for, but when his gaze met yours, he looked away and his brows twitched. you continued, a tease hidden in your words, “if you don’t remember, then i guess i don’t have to worry about it anymore, either.”

you could see the workings in his jaw, the expression on his face was fleeting, the slight annoyance at having his plans foiled, the almost interested perk up at the change in strategy, too fast to catch if you weren’t so versed in memorising the fluttering his facial muscles couldn’t hide.

“i guess —,” he responded, the words tumbling over his lips slowly, gold raking over you in an inquisitive manner, “— it’s not important then.”

your heart skipped a beat at the insinuation, at the intensity in his eyes as he fixed his look on you, deliberately taking a few seconds to show you the opposite — that it was important to him. all the same, the unsure undertone swinging in his soft tenor requested you to challenge him on that belief, to disagree with him, even in his performative deception.

he hated losing but would rather be beaten in this instance.

the wind cooled the red on your cheeks as you gave in, “shame. i suppose you don’t want a reminder then, if you don’t care to know.”

his jaw moved forward imperceptibly, teeth set together, hands pulled out from their pockets, grasping the air. the offer laid heavily on his tongue when he opened his mouth slightly, breathing out; the knot of nerves lodged in his throat bobbing around a dry swallow. then, echoing, “i suppose.”

before you could reply, he narrowed his eyes into a sheepish glance, voice resembling a grumble; the eager twitch of his ears peeking out from between the blonde curtain was not lost on you, “though, a recap wouldn’t hurt.”

hooves. you felt hooves thundering in your chest, out of breath and so very tight. another shuffle of your feet to bring you a little closer, head leaning in, the anticipation crawled over you slowly, but there were his eyes; the sharp watchfulness trained on you, noticing your every movement, absorbing each moment hanging between you.

“kenma.”

he didn’t look away, barely reacted; if you squinted, you could see the vibration of his throat, “hm?”

“close your eyes.”

his pupils darted from your mouth to take in your whole face, “why?”

your tongue wetted your dry lips and his exhale felt too hot, eyes catching that movement, too. you wished your voice was stronger, “because. you make me nervous.”

in lieu of replying, he hid the gold from you and the weight on your shoulders lessened. his senses were sharp and his imagination endless, so you knew he was envisioning how you looked when the ground crunched under your feet as you stepped forward, how close you had to be to feel the warmth of your body, to smell your light scent, to hear your quiet breathing so close to his mouth.

he didn’t need to see to know.

(though, he would have preferred watching.)

but kenma was patient, when he wanted to be. when there was reason to. when the ghost of your lips hovered over his own, patiently waiting their yielding to pressure, then: flesh compliant to the hesitant movement, the softness, the taste, the swipe of a curious, tentative tongue only for it to dissolve into urgency the second he responded in like.

kenma stole kisses from you, one after the other, his chest hurting when he breathed, hands too clammy as they touched your neck. your fingers couldn’t stop exploring either, digging deeply into his scalp, strands of his hair caught between your hands.

parting, a slight gasp, breathing the same air, “do you remember now?”

“i refuse,” he shut you up with another pull of your head towards his, words muffled against the pillows of your lips, “you know, i don’t skip any scenes.”

he had opened his eyes even though you told him to keep them closed, but through the thicket of his lashes, he memorised this scene from up-close — the curve of your cheek, your eyebrows, the half-lidded shy glance you sent his way, the taste of you, the caress of your wet tongue, his nose bumping against yours, your body close to his.

kenma didn’t kiss very often, but he had a taste for it now. seemed like he just needed to forget things more often.

a murmur so soft-spoken and quiet, you almost missed it: “i like you lots, too.”

“i knew you were lying.”

“eh? i didn’t say anything.”

“yeah, you did,” your fingers slipped between his.

his breath hitched slightly, almost unnoticeable, “didn’t.”

a tentative squeeze, “did.”

“didn’t.”

“did.”

“didn’t,” he squeezed back, sure in his response, pulse warm and heavy in your hand.

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scaredy-katts · 3 days ago

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BITTER . . . kyotani “mad dog” kentaro + f! reader

𖥔 SUBMIT 𖥔

warnings : mdni!!!, nsfw content, dom/sub relationship, biting, blood, fingering, degradation, kyotani's kinda mean but we love him all the same

a/n : in connection with my series on main, has no relevance to the plot I just love kyoyn way too much, if you're only here for the smut he calls her “weezer” as a nickname (yes I put that shit in there tf)

“Kentaro-” she utters a warning as he presses her into the wall, guiding kisses down her collar bone. She feels out of breath, and her heart rate is through the roof - he knows, and he chuckles.

“What?” Spoken through nips and bites at her neck, eliciting mewls through a bitten back smile. “I know you like it.”

“That's the problem,” she groans. But he bites again, sinks his teeth into the delicate skin of her neck, and she takes a sharp inhale. “Fuck-” She knows he's drawn blood, can feel as he licks her neck clean of it. Part of her wants to melt into him, to submit like she always does without a second thought; but the other part doesn't want to do it here - in a dingy basement with blood on the floor.

“You wanna go home?” He's asking genuinely, she knows it, but the way his teeth pull and nip at her skin makes her lose her senses.

She feels her resolve crumble at her feet when he bites down again, and the sharp moan that falls from her lips makes him smile. “It's a long walk.”

He pulls away, and she immediately feels swindled when he locks eyes with her. He's got that look in his eyes again - like he wants to eat her alive. “You want it bad, huh?” She feels her face heat up at the question, and he chuckles at her lack of response. “We're going home, Weezer.”

“What-?”

He cuts her off, “that's what's holding you back, yeah?” He says it like he's certain of it, but phrases it in a question for her own peace of mind. She nods. “So, we're going home.”

She can feel the heat pooling with every step she takes, he's got his arm around her shoulders and she thinks she might die from the contact. He did this on purpose, she knows it. Makes her wait for it only to pull orgasm after orgasm out of her until she believes she's made of putty.

“What're you thinking about over there?” The question makes her breathless, almost embarrassed, because she knows he's teasing. He likes to play with his food, he always has, and she melts every time.

She doesn't answer for a moment, her cheeks are hot and she feels the need to catch her breath. But he pulls her a little closer and everything is alright again. “You.”

“What about me?” There's a smirk on his lips, he knows exactly what he's doing. She opens her mouth to say something, but the words don't come. She's always been nervous around the topic of sex, and Kyotani tiptoes around the subject expertly and brings her out of her shell.

He sees her hesitation to answer, so instead, he answers for her. He pulls her closer to him, she can feel his breath in her ear and it makes her shiver. “I'll go first, pretty girl,” her knees feel wobbly at the name but she nods nonetheless. “I'm thinking about how good that pussy is going to taste the moment we get home.”

He's so vulgar, so uncouth, the man doesn't have a shred of embarrassment and it makes her cough. “Oh my god-”

“Can't wait to hear you screaming my name, baby. You'll be lucky if you have a voice at all tomorrow.” She wants to press her legs together, to not feel the slick with every step she takes. She takes his hand within her own and holds it hard, squeezing his fingers relentlessly as he keeps going. “Fuck- can't wait to feel your pussy grabbing my cock. ‘Gonna feel so good when you come on me-”

“Ken-”

Every clean thought she had was wiped from her mind the moment he nips at her ear, licks the shell of it and she completely loses her mind with a breath. “If you're good I'll let you ride me, baby, be on top like you always wanted.”

She feels like a rabid animal when he opens the door to the apartment. Like a dog chasing a rabbit, because the moment he closes the door behind them she pounces. She captures his lips, it's sloppy and needy and she feels him smirk against her, but her fingers are already at the hem of his shirt pulling it up.

He's got his hands on her waist, letting her do the work she so desperately wants, until he lifts his arms as she pulls the shirt over his head. “God damn, baby,” he's mumbling against her lips. She's already trying to unbutton his pants, and the grip on her waist tightens.

“Shut the hell up and help me.” It's a demand, and he's almost taken aback, but leans into it regardless. He slips his fingers under her shirt and pulls up, letting her wriggle out of it before kissing him again. Before they can do anything else, he pulls her closer to him and walks her towards the couch.

There's a switch that's flipped in his brain when he feels the couch cushion behind him. He likes the neediness, the desperation that oozed from her, but he wanted to absolutely wreck her.

Her kisses are sloppy and full of lust, he almost loses himself in it before he pulls away. “Turn around.”

It's like he can see the gears turning in her brain, because she blinks and seems confused. “But-”

“I said, turn around.” She's obedient to him and only him, every other man she's been with she ate alive. But not him, not Kyotani. She allowed him the control she so desperately wanted to give up, a freeing feeling of letting go and pleasure taking its place.

He was a good lover, he took care of her, brought her to places that made her vision fuzzy and her ears ring. And did it with a shitty grin and heinous words.

She turns around and shivers, she knows he's taking her in. Drawing his eyes down her like a predator sizing up prey, and her breath hitches when he touches her. He's gentle, tracing over the lines of her body from her shoulders to her waist. He presses small kisses against her; and it's almost like he's apologizing for what he plans to do.

“You looked so pretty tonight,” he mumbles against the skin of her neck and she closes her eyes. “People kept staring at you too, gonna have to mark you up so they know you're mine.” His words are sweet despite the message, and mark he did. She wasn't a stranger to the bite marks and hickies, there was always a plethora of reds and purples littering her neck.

She liked it. Liked the thought of this is how he claimed her, liked that he wasn't ashamed of her so much so he wanted to sink his canines into her. She liked being wanted by him.

“All yours,” she whispers through a breath. Every bite is harder than the last, pulling yelps and moans in tandem as he makes his way down the delicate skin of her neck. He's holding her hips tightly, and digs his fingers into her skin at her words - she drives him crazy, and she doesn't even know it.

He keeps a hand on hip and the other moves down to the button of her jeans. He's achingly slow, meticulous, and she whines when he unbuttons them and slips his hand in. His fingers dip under the hem of her panties, and she lets out a breathy moan when he drags his fingers along her slick. “Shit, baby,” he curses. “This all for me?”

She can't find the words to speak before he finds her clit and focuses on it, rubbing small circles with ease from the wetness. She lets out a strangled moan, between the quick work he's making on her clit and his teeth in her neck she can't see straight.

Her legs feel wobbly, and she's made all too aware they're both still standing when she feels her knees buckle. Kyotani feels her tremble against him, shiver with every nip and bite, and he wraps his free arm around her. “Can't believe you got this wet over some words.” He's mocking her and she whines. “Fucking freak.”

He's practically holding her up, because with every pass of his fingers she loses herself a little more. She's a mess and she knows it, her cheeks burn at her disposition and the heat only grows more at his words. “Ken, please-” She whiney and desperate, rolling her hips into his hand with a need that consumed him.

“Use your words, tell me what you want, you little freak.” His voice in her ear makes her eyes want to roll back. And if she wasn't a moaning, whimpering mess, she'd tell him to shut up.

“More,” was all she managed before he dipped his fingers down anyways. For a second, she thinks he's stopped, but the moan that passes her lips when his fingers sink into her pussy makes her cover her mouth.

She feels him smile against her neck, and he presses another kiss to her skin before biting down once more. Even with her hand over her mouth, she feels she's too loud to have just started. He usually makes her wait, likes to take his time, to edge. But this is quickest she's been to the coil snapping in her core and she feels like she's going insane.

“You gonna cream on my hand already? We barely started, baby.” He sounds all too proud of what he's doing, and there's a haunting thought in her head that he's about to rip it all away. But the thought is replaced when his fingers hit her g spot, and she feels her voice crack from pleasure. “Move your hand.”

She does it without question, takes her hand from her mouth without a second thought. Because she knows one wrong move and she can kiss her peak goodbye for the next hour, knows that he'd pull her as far as he can then make her plummet by stopping.

But now her moans are on full display, and she feels her cheeks scorch when she truly listens to herself. It's pornographic and lewd, the sounds of her cunt and high pitched moans make her want to cover her face in embarrassment. “Good girl, you sound so fucking pretty.”

The coil in her guts keeps getting wound tighter and tighter, his fingers found the one spot that makes her the loudest and stayed there. Bullying his fingers into her and making a mess of his hand - he wouldn't stop until she was a wreck of the woman she once was.

“Oh my god-” she's breathless when she manages to string together the words. “Please don't stop!” The only thing that followed was high pitched moans, and an unrelenting beg of ‘please.’

“Come on, freak, come on my fucking hand.” And the coil finally snaps, and she nearly falls to her knees at the feeling. She feels dizzy, her head is buzzing, and she slumps back onto the man that is the only thing holding her up at the moment.

Her breathing is ragged, and her throat already hurts. But he bites down on her neck again, and the heat starts back up again. “Lay down, baby, we're not close to done yet.”

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msbysuperfan · 3 days ago

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texting msby 4 ✰

cheating prank... , fluff (?), comfort, gender neutral reader

likes/rbs are appreciated!

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kittenisstarstruck · 18 hours ago

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Safe in Your Arms

Koshi Sugawara x Fem!reader (y/n) , Comfort, Fluff, Drunk!Reader

The club was too loud, the music thrumming through your body like a second heartbeat. You weren’t sure how many drinks you had—enough to feel warm and a little unsteady, but not enough to black out. Still, you knew there was no way you could get home on your own.

So, you did the only thing that made sense: you called Sugawara.

The phone rang only twice before he picked up.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?” His voice was gentle, always filled with that soft warmth that made you feel safe.

You hiccupped. “Koshi… I think I had too much.”

There was a pause before he sighed, the sound laced with amusement and worry. “Where are you?”

You slurred out the name of the club, and before you could say more, he was already moving. “Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

The wait felt endless, your head growing heavy as the world spun a little too fast. But then, like a lighthouse guiding a ship through a storm, there he was.

Koshi Sugawara stood at the entrance, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. Relief softened his features, and in an instant, he was by your side, steady hands finding your waist as he steadied you.

“Hey there, party girl,” he teased, his voice as soothing as a lullaby. “Had fun?”

You pouted, leaning into his touch. “Too much fun.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”

The taxi ride was a blur of his voice murmuring soft reassurances, his fingers brushing through your hair when your head fell against his shoulder. You sighed, completely at ease in his presence.

By the time you reached your apartment, the exhaustion had fully set in. Koshi helped you inside, guiding you straight to the couch as he knelt to untie your shoes.

“You didn’t have to come,” you mumbled, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

He glanced up, a gentle smile on his lips. “Of course I did.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, a different kind of intoxication washing over you—not from alcohol, but from him. From the way he took care of you, always.

As he tucked a blanket around you and sat beside you, you reached for his hand, giving it a weak squeeze. “You’re the best, Koshi.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re safe with me. Always.”

With that, you let sleep take over, feeling nothing but warmth, safety, and the quiet promise of his love.

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moechies · 5 months ago

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“wai—wait, no tongue rinnie, i dunno—“

“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”

“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.

it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.

he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.

both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.

“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.

as if he would say no.

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stunie · 8 months ago

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“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

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lxnarphase · 9 months ago

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━━ ❝ it's sticky, toshi... ❞

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : you help ushijima finally realize that he's got a breeding kink

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...cw : u. wakatoshi x fem!reader, dirty talk, messy and wet, teasing, marathon sex, pet names, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, ushijima can't stop cumming

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : haikyuu save me, save me ushijima wakatoshi, SAVE ME !! anyways hi i spent 150$ on ushijima merch yesterday and i don't regret it, so say hello to my haikyuu phase coming back !!!

ushijima having a breeding kink isn't a surprise to you at all.

what is surprising is how long it takes for him to figure it out.

sure, at first it wasn't clear, but after being with him for so long, you quickly pick up on whenever he'd mutter in your ear as he slid his stupidly big cock inside of you, saying how badly he wished he could cum inside of you instead in the condom.

afterwards, he's so focused on cleaning you up and making sure you felt good and satisfied, you don't get a chance to question him on it. not that you were complaining, ushijima is so cute when he's asking if you need anything and constantly reminds you to get up and go use the bathroom.

it's even cuter when he realizes you can't walk.

"ah. i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hard i went...here, let me help."

eventually, you to suggest things to ushijima, trying to test out the waters with him.

you start by just asking if he’d want to fuck you without the condom, what he thought about cumming inside, even jokingly saying you’d make him a dad one day.

but it seems like that last part was swimming around his head for a while...he can't get the thought of you getting chubby and round with his kid out of your head. and knowing he'd be able to take care of you all the time? that thought alone made him shiver a little.

what can he say, he loves doting on you more than anything.

however, you aren't expecting the way he reacted weeks after dealing with your teasing and questioning, fueling the thoughts swirling inside his head.

"toshi, if you ever cum inside me, you should set it as your phone background! actually, wait, no, because what if your teammates see it..."

"..."

"mm, maybe a video instead? ooh, yeah, i want a video of you cumming in me then pullin' out so i can see it spill out, toshtosh, would you do that f' me?"

he doesn't reply and doesn't give you a chance to comment again. the visual you painted in his mind just too much for him.

next thing you know, ushi's got you folded in half on the bed, making sure you feel every drag of his stupidly fat cock against your hot gummy walls. he's pulling out to just the tip before slamming back inside you, groaning each time you let out a whimper of his name or squeeze down on him.

"toshi, t-toshi! h-hoohmygod, please, baby, c-calm down, 'm sorry f' teasin', oh my goddd...!"

you're so fucking wet and noisy, he wants to make you be quiet because he feels like your going to make him cum too fast but he'd never ever do it as the thought of not being able to hear you is painful.

he's lost track of time, your cunt making him brainless as he pumps his cock in and out of you as he groans your name, one of his hands pinning your arms to your back while the other presses your head into the pillows.

"s-shhh, honey, let...let me make you feel good, y're so loud..."

it's so fucking messy and sloppy, his cum is dripping out of your tight pussy from how many times he’s emptied his load into you, but he still isn’t stopping, no, he can't. it’s leaking from between your thighs, leaving a milky white sheen on his dick, dripping down onto the bedsheets.

"m-mmh, nooo, toshi, don' wanna be quiet, i-i wan' you to hear how good you make me feel, baby," you purr between moans, knowing that your voice was enough to get him off. the throb of his dick inside of you told you that you were right.

“i...i thought 'bout fucking you like this all day, during practice…that i’d fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you," he mutters with a grunt, moving his hands off you so he could drape himself over your back.

"f-fuck, everyone knew something was off, kageyama kept asking me if-if was okay, how 'm i 'posed to tell him my pretty little honey is waiting at home for me to fill them with my cum?”

with an affirming coo, you manage to tilt your head to the side to look over your shoulder, wanting to see how ushijima is holding up and god, the sight is so sinful.

ushijima's dripping in sweat, his bottom lip swollen and puffy from his teeth digging into it. his fluffy hair is messy and sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyes are shut, squeezing in pleasure when the head of his cock brushed against that sweet spot just right, making your cunt spasm around him.

but his eyes keep opening to see the mess between the both of you. each thrust causes his cum to spill out around him, loud, wet squelches filling the bedroom. and it's only fueling his need to fill you up again, and again, and again, until he can’t anymore.

ushijima can’t stop himself, flipping you over onto your back and folding you into a mating press and, god, he's so fucking happy he did. the way you sob his name, your nails clawing at his back as you cry in pleasure about how much deeper he is now driving him insane.

“t-toshi, cum in me, please, wanna make you a daddy, please.”

“I know, baby, I’ll give you all of it, fuck you full of cum until you can’t take anymore.”

fuck, he’s so loud, he sounds so good. ushi's deep, drawn out groans and pants of your name making you go dizzy, his big hands squeezing your waist tightly each time your hands tug at his hair.

“mm, fuck, that’s right, take all my cum, look at you, so good, can you take more? let...let me cum in you again, baby, you promised you’d make me a daddy, right? i-i need to make sure it sticks.”

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tsukimirecs · 6 months ago

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olympic team hq!! // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works ⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*

atsumu

neon lights (in a world gray) triple trouble drunk mind sober heart green with envy a commemoration of firsts till one of us caves long black anyways, don't be a stranger

kageyama

fate when one door closes stolen kisses miscommunication him?! haunt me volleyball on the brain you can hear it in the silence

sakusa

soft and wet public transit miscarry it's still love drawing our moments bed this victory is mine, and yours touch starved

oikawa

babygirl pinch two stories settle always perfect pain split here's to the sixth time

ushijima

request trust fall atlas bitter / sweet soft, but for you only in time page 304

bokuto

inferior an accidental heroine as loud as you like lucid swept up in the moment heart attack

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nectardaddy · 3 days ago

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BITTER . . . kyotani “mad dog” kentaro + f! reader

𖥔 CHAPTER FOUR : BLOODY NOSES 𖥔

warnings : 17+ to read, language, addiction, toxic friendships/situationships, mentions/allusions to sex, nosebleeds, blood + violence, crime, manipulation, death threats

a/n : last little part is in kyotani's pov, take your bets on what happened to yaku (hint: he's not dead)

She hasn’t heard from Morisuke in three days.

He’s missed three days worth of anger management classes, and three days worth of texts. She’s not terribly worried though, he does this from time to time. Drops off the face of the earth, just to show up again weeks later like nothing ever happened. Like a piece of shit, he’ll text her back in the middle of the night to come over. And she always does. There’s a part of her that’s worried about him when she agrees, just wants to see if he’s alright; the other part thinks Yaku is as good as it gets.

She’s known him since high school, and grew fairly close once they both got into drugs. He hid it far better than she did, because she’d do keys in the parking lot of a supermarket if she wanted to. While he preferred to do lines, pop pills, and drink until he blacks out in the sanctity of his apartment all by himself.

But his tendencies make her feel sick. He gets high, he does something stupid, goes off grid, then he calls her to fuck whenever he pops back up. They’re toxic, oil mixed with water, they scream at each other and fight - then get high like they didn’t just beat the hell out of each other. Rinse and repeat.

An awful cycle she couldn’t get away from, she frankly didn't want to. Because Yaku was the only person who ever stayed. He’s the only friend she has left because she drove everyone else away.

At the height of her addiction, she’d steal money from past friends right under their noses. Would beg them to help her, just to ruin it and relapse a week later. And borrowed from those she loved, only to never give it back and get a door slammed in her face.

She still has their contacts in her phone, always makes sure to transfer them when she inevitably breaks it. They all have her blocked, but she hopes that one day they'll come back around. Because she's finally clean and getting her life together, but feels lonely without a soul next to her.

But Morisuke never left, and she doesn’t want to let him go like every friend did to her. She keeps him around, doesn't block his number, because deep down she knows he's a good person - a good friend.

He has his moments where she'll see it again: he was her call at the police station and picked her up without question, he beat the shit out of her ex that cheated on her. And there's times when she can see the Morisuke from high school when she lays next to him after sex, and they talk until they fall asleep giggling and reminiscing over the past.

He's got good in him. He's just too fucked up majority of the time to see it like she does.

Sent at 10:34: hope you’re ok, come over when you can so we can talk

She slips the phone back in her pocket with a silent sigh and sinks back down in her seat. She’s next to the guard dog again, but not by choice. He sat next to her when he got in without a word, and every so often she'll glance over at him. He looks exhausted, dark circles under his eyes only proving her point further. And he's littered with bruises, a black eye that's still pretty fresh - black and blue - while the others are a disgusting yellow and green.

She catches herself wondering what he does to have bruises all the time, but stops herself because she shouldn't care that much. The past three days have been lonely, a mundane cycle of leaving class then going to work only to do it all over again. She believes the guard dog only intrigues her because she has nothing else to think about, and she grits her teeth whenever she does.

But he's interesting all the same, and she hates it.

He always keeps his hood up, indoors and out. She's seen him take it off once within the five days she's known him, and noticed he has blonde hair with two dark brown lines that cut through the sides. She finds it funny he dyes his hair, and choked back a laugh the first time she saw it. Imagining a hard ass perching himself in front of a mirror with hair dye made her giggle whenever she thought about it.

He's got bruises he's terrible at hiding. At first, she thought it was just the black eye. But she smoked with him yesterday and they litter his arms too, saw them when he rolled up his sleeves. They muddled with the black ink of his tattoos, but every splotch of skin that wasn't blasted was covered with blue and green marks. His knuckles are always busted, every time he flicks his lighter she sees them. And she's come to the conclusion that he fights - a lot.

He's got an aura that tells her to get away. Like something bad might happen if she gets too close, afraid if she speaks to him too much whatever bad vibes he has would rub off on her too. He's sinister, scary, and he's got a look in his eye that gives her the creeps. Like he could kill her if she locked eyes with him too long; but there's a small voice in her head that wouldn't mind it.

She shakes her head, seemingly tossing the thoughts out of her mind before looking up at the therapist that drones on. She's said the same shit over and over again the past five days, just rephrases it so it sounds new. Some of it she likes, the few parts she actually listens to.

Stay away from what triggers you until you're ready to handle it.

She's checked that box, as far as she's concerned. Any hint of drugs being somewhere, she steers clear and doesn't touch it with a ten foot pole. Too bad her other trigger is sitting right next to her.

Anger is a normal emotion, it's healthy. Learn to show it in ways that are non-violent.

It's good to know she isn't crazy whenever she puts her fist through a wall over a small inconvenience - just neurotic. But then the therapist says something stupid like taking deep breaths and she checks out again. If only she had taken a deep breath when she wanted to claw the vocal cords out of the man next to her, maybe then she wouldn't hate him so much.

She rolls her eyes at herself and groans at the thought. But if she's not thinking about Mad Dog she's thinking about drugs, and she can't decide the lesser of two evils.

“Why do you do that shit, Weezer?” His whisper is sharp, and she turns to look at him with a scowl. She hates the name he's pinned on her, she even went as far as to not wear the damn hoodie anymore; now she wears an old Nekoma one. It didn't stop him though, as far as he was concerned the name was there to stay.

Her eyes meet his and for a moment she falters - he actually gave her the decency of looking her in the eye when he spoke. “What're you talking about?” She's confused when she asks, but it still holds the same bite as usual. But she finds herself swallowing hard and turning her gaze when his eyes narrow.

The look in his eyes scares her, like he knows something she doesn't. Like he can see into her mind and pick out everything wretched and wrong with her. She hates that he can see right through her, so she keeps her eyes down the rest of the conversation.

“That,” he sounds annoyed again and he's gesturing to her leg. She's tapping her foot and she didn't even realize - she wasn’t even counting this time. “It's annoying as hell.”

“Then don't sit next to me, asshole,” she scoffs. “Problem solved.”

He rolls his eyes, but she's none the wiser. “Doesn't answer my question.”

“I don't owe you an answer.”

They don't speak for the rest of the class, and the next 30 minutes they sat in uncomfortable silence.

The therapist lets them leave ten minutes earlier than they usually do, and she thanks the stars she has time to smoke before she has to run home. Her gas station shift starts about an hour after the class and she always finds herself in a full sprint to get home because she wastes time. She resents herself for selling her car, but she lives with the consequences regardless.

It’s windy today, it goes through her hair and she takes a deep breath once she steps outside. It’ll be getting warmer soon and she thanks whatever higher power that it is; her apartment is shitty, and the heat has broken more times than she can count on her hands. The only thing she dreads is having to open every window when it gets too hot.

The wind whips against her cheeks and the cold bites at her nose, but she doesn't mind. She's glad she can take a full inhale without the crushing weight of fiending. It's like she sees the world a little more clearly again, it's still just as shitty, but it's been years since she's noticed small details like leaves blowing.

But life always finds a way to bite her in the ass.

Her stomach drops when she sniffles, and sniffles again, and again. Until she wipes at her nose and only sees red. “God dammit-” She gets nose bleeds often, and the cold only makes it worse, snorting lines of coke for god knows long what will do that to a person. She doesn't have a tissue, frankly she doesn't carry anything of value other than cigarettes. So she uses her sleeve, leans back, and pinches at the bridge of her nose.

“You shouldn't tilt your head back, y'know?” It's the guard dog - again.

“God,” she groans. “Don't you have better things to do than annoy me?” She hates how nasally her voice sounds, but keeps the pressure on her nose regardless.

“Not really, no.” She sees him shrug, and she only rolls her eyes. He's unfazed by the blood that drips from her nose onto her sleeve, by now it's left a stain on the cuff of her sweatshirt. He looks at it a moment before breathing out and reaching for the cigarettes in his pockets. “Didn't know you went to Nekoma.”

She can feel her blood pressure rising from the interaction, and wants nothing more than the man to just leave her alone. “Didn't know you couldn't read the fucking room,” she snaps. It goes ignored.

“Makes a whole lot more sense why you hang around Yaku.”

The name makes her falter and she tilts her head over just enough to look at him. What a conversation to be had over a bloody nose. “How do you know Morisuke?”

“Given name basis too, damn, I didn't know that jackass even had friends.”

There's a split second where she sees red, and she takes her sleeve from her nose. But she only stands there looking at him, he straightens up and she swallows hard. “How the fuck do you know him?”

He doesn't remember the last time he's been this amped up. With blood roaring in his ears, and fists bloodied and spliced. He couldn't place when he'd been in a fight this good. One that made his eyes go wild, his heart race, and plaster on a wicked grin.

Yaku was a good fighter. Too bad he's a rat who needs to shut his mouth.

Kyotani watches him stagger back after he punches him again, he's lost count on how many hits he's landed, until he falls. He falls hard on his side, blood spilling from cracked lips and staining his teeth. He's never seen Morisuke so pitiful, so full of hate, so loathsome.

He takes a step forward and chuckles, a juxtaposition to the situation the two men found themselves in, until it breaks into a laugh.

He kicks Yaku in the ribs as he laughs.

Over and over and over, until the other blonde coughs up blood on his shoes. That's when he stops. And he holds what little restraint he has with an ironclad grip when he crouches down. Even still, Yaku glares at him through swollen eyes - if looks could kill, Kyotani would be dead.

“I fucking hate you.” Spat with venom and followed by a heave. If Mad Dog had a shred of empathy, he would feel bad. But he doesn't, and he chuckles in response.

“You should be thanking me, short stack.”

“Oh, fuck off-” But he's cut off when Kyotani grabs him by the hair. The other yelps, like a scared dog, and grunts in pain when his face is shoved into the concrete floor.

“This is your warning, Yaku, shut your fucking mouth.” His words are like ice, and spoken all too calmy. He's done this before, practiced so much it became second nature. He's grown numb to the pain he inflicts on others. “Run your mouth again, I'll fucking kill you.”

Yaku's coughing doesn't stop, and neither does the blood that starts to seep onto his fingers. But there's only one thing that Kyotani doesn't know about him - he's fried his brain to the point he doesn't even care of the repercussions of his actions. So when he starts to laugh, Mad Dog grits his teeth. “See if I give a shit.”

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nerdsnuff · 3 days ago

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Hello!!! Id love to request a reader x bokuto x akashi :3 In a aquarium date..! Thank you!!!!! ^_^

🦉FISHY LOVE — k. bokuto / akaashi k.

AHHH. MY FIRST HAIKYUU REQ I DIDNT EXPECT ANY AT ALL??? THANKYOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING I WRITE HAIKYUUU I LOVE. YOU AND YOUR POLY ANON THIS IS SO CUTE FUICUDJKFJ (OVERJOYED). taking a break from pjeg to post hq mhmm 🙂‍↕️ anyway happy valentines!

“bokuto-san, we should go home now… we’ve been here for awhile…” akaashi calls out, patting a very fascinated bokuto on his back. he turns his head towards his raven haired boyfriend with a pout, hair drooping.

“aww but… but… look at this fish! it seems to really like me! it keeps following me whenever i move around… you’ve noticed that, right babe?” bokuto turns to face you now, and akaashi spares his own glance. you look up at the fish behind bokuto, a heniochus (based on what you remember reading while walking around the aquarium).

it’s cute how much it looks like bokuto, black and white stripes to match his hair and a tint of yellow on its fins to match his big eyes. it’s triangular shaped, reminds you of your boyfriends spiked up hair. it’s a small fish in a big tall tank, probably with a hundred more other fishes, yet somehow this whole time it never followed it’s friends and only gave it’s attention to bokto.

“y’know… i think the fish thinks bokuto is like a bigger version of itself or something” you say, stepping closer to bokuto. akaashi raises an eyebrow from behind you before stepping closer himself, a ‘huh?’ escaping his mouth. “do you see the similarities?” you ask.

“hey… you’re right, it does look like me!” bokuto cheers, laughing. “no wonder it likes me so much, isn’t that right little guy?” he taps his fingers on the glass directly in front of the fish. it doesn’t react much, probably cause this isn’t some movie.

“ah, it’s the colors huh?” akaashi speaks up. you nod, a soft smile on your face.

“yeah, that’s exactly it” you respond. now that both you and akaashi noticed it, it’s hard not to feel some sort of cuteness aggression as bokuto continues to baby talks the fish that probably doesn’t hear him behind the thick glass.

“still though, akaashi does have a point. it’s getting late and we’ve been here all day! i’m getting bored… and aren’t you hungry?” you chime up again, holding onto bokuto’s shoulder. he turns to look at you, a pondering look on his face.

“huh, i guess i got so distracted i didn’t even think about eating…”

suddenly, his stomach grumbles just in time.

“oh. okay well, there’s that…” he laughs. you can’t help but join in, which infects akaashi.

“you heard him. well, moreso his stomach. we’ve had a long day and our energies are getting low. here, take a picture with the fish, bokuto-san. that way you’ll remember it. and who knows, we can come back here and meet it again” akaashi spoke, getting his phone camera ready.

bokuto poses with the fish, who hasn’t changed it’s position but is very much alive. it’s fins sway in the water, as bokuto reaches up to make a peace sign.

“okay, got it. can we go now?” akaashi says nicely, showing bokuto the picture as he agrees.

“ha, hey! i sure do look handsome, don’t you think babe?” he flashes a bright smile to you, and you smile back.

“always, ko” you giggle.

he says bye to the fish one last time, then the three of you finally decide to leave the place for good. on the way to the exit, you pass by the merchandise shop. there are many things sold there, from keychains to shirts, even some hats. but despite all the crazy kooky accessories, one in particular caught bokuto’s eye. his eyes sparkle upon catching glimpse of it.

“whoa— hey wait i wanna buy something” he says quickly to you and akaashi, which makes you both cock your head in confusion. then you finally see what he grabs.

“ah,” akaashi lets out a soft smile. “that’s a keychain of the fish from earlier”

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lowkeyremi · 29 days ago

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MARKS ! a. miya x fem!reader

"Atsumu Miya," You gasp out, looking at your neck in the mirror.

"Yes'm?" He replies lazily, laying in the bed scrolling through his Instagram feed, without a care in the world.

It takes a moment for you to get your words out because, what the actual hell...? There are multiple, dark, marks on your neck.

"Holy fuck, do you want people to think you're abusing me or something?" That catches his attention immediately, but once he sees what you're referring to, he lies back down with a smirk.

"M'sorry that I love my wife and I want everyone to know." Oh, they'll know alright, and then you'll be on the receiving end of the teasing.

"I know, but, this is just downright ridiculous. It looks like you tried to fucking eat me." Atsumu laughs at that, and decides to get out of the bed to come take a look for himself.

The warmth of his bare chest seers through the tank top you have on and you can feel his steady heart beat. He, not so subtly, inhales the scent of your conditioner in your hair. "Mm, yeah. I did a number on ya, huh?"

You meet his beautiful brown eyes through the mirror and he looks heaven sent. His hair is all over the place, he's got a few marks from you, on his neck and chest, and that stupid smile that you fell in love with. How could you possible stay mad at him?

"You sure as hell did, and I have work in a little." He hums in thought as he snakes his arms around you waist.

"Why don'tcha just cover it with some makeup?" Oh if you could you would... you don't even think the best concealer could hide these marks.

"If it was just a singular hickey I would, but I don't think this can be covered without being super noticeable." Atsumu tries and fails to stifle a chuckle.

"Looks like ya gotta stay home today, huh?"

"Not happening, I have a super important presentation today." The both of you examine your neck together trying to figure out the best way to tackle it.

"Turtleneck?" Atsumu suggests, rubbing his hands up and down your sides in a comforting way.

"That would work it if it wasn't so hot out."

"But yer gonna be inside, giving a presentation..." He reasons.

"Ugh, turtleneck it is, I guess." The blond presses a kiss to your cheek, and you swat his face away. You're not mad anymore, but it's still his fault you'll have to wear a turtleneck in 80 degree weather.

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megapteraurelia · 2 days ago

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iwaizumi hajime didn’t hate oikawa toru, even though he sometimes questioned his own patience and his willingness to deal with his setter’s drama and over-the-top mocking. still, he probably wouldn’t be caught dead being seen praising him, or at least not without a deft insult added in to reign in the spike of his ego. in most of his reality, he quite respected him. liked working with his ambition. admired him. maybe, if he dug deep down and admitted it, even cared for him.

yet, when he saw the way you looked at oikawa toru, he thought he disliked him a little.

like a moth to the light, you were drawn to him, fluttering around him, your eyes shining, and oikawa was entertaining it, because of course he would. he always did. when the pretty boy had only needed his charm to reel you in, to hook you until you were drunk on the sweet nothings his setter would spew.

when he remembered that next to his best friend’s shine and glamour, he was nothing more than a brute, hard-faced and harsh with words, unfit to step out of the star's shadow, he felt the tight squeeze in his chest, the unsureness crashing against his rib cage like a surf, then yeah — iwaizumi hajime might dislike oikawa toru just a little.

#lowkey this is for elie #since you encourage me #to write angst #ill give you iwa angst!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #iwaizumi hajime #hq #hq imagines #hq scenarios #hq x reader #hq x you #iwazumi #iwaizumi hajime scenarios #haikyuu scenarios

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gabseyoo · 7 months ago

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PROOF — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: msby!kiyoomi, female reader, best friend!kiyoomi, pwp, cunnilingus, fingering, kinda best friends to lovers. word count: 2,7k.

note: this was supposed to be shameless smut but ended up being kind of romantic (?) just because a kiyoomi being in love with us is my sexual fantasy. also, i'm not satisfied with the ending, but i had no other ideas. maybe when i come up with something better ill change it, who knows :p

“Kiyoomi, do you go down on girls?”

The question took Kiyoomi off guard. You guys had spent the last twenty minutes in almost complete silence, just hanging out in his living room and completely ignoring the random movie you had chosen because you both were scrolling through your phones, which is why the last thing he expected to hear out of the blue was such a question.

He turned to look at you, who were lying across the couch with your feet resting in his lap and still staring at your phone screen. Not knowing what to say, a ‘huh’ was the only thing he could think of.

“Just answer.” You poked his thigh with your foot. “It’s not like we’re strangers.”

That was true. You two were good friends, practically best friends, and therefore, you both had full confidence in each other. But, you had always kept a limit when it came to talking about both his sex life and yours, to the point where that part of your respective lives was a complete mystery to each other.

And this is a secret— but he liked it that way. Because he was more than sure that he didn’t want to know what you did with other men at all. Just thinking about it made his stomach turn with jealousy. That’s the reason he didn’t bother to tell you about his own experiences with other women either, just in case there was a small chance that you might feel the same way he did.

“None of your business.” He answered sharply.

You rolled your eyes before getting up from your comfortable position to sit cross-legged, “C’mon, Kiyoomi, It’s just a question.”

“A question I won’t answer.”

“Why not?” You crossed your arms, looking at him defiantly.

Kiyoomi narrowed his eyes at your posture, why did you suddenly want to know that? Moreover, why did you insist on wanting to know? Did someone say something to you? Is there a rumor about him? Or maybe you had suddenly awakened an interest in him? He was overthinking, but still he hoped more than anything that it was the latter option rather than the others.

“Just because.” He said, and before you could protest, he continued: “And, why are you asking anyway?”

A smirk appeared on your face, “If you answer my question, I’ll answer yours. Deal?”

“Never mind.”

“You’ll never know why I asked, then.” You said, casually looking at your nails. “Unless we make a deal.”

He shouldn’t accept so easily, he knew, but now he was genuinely curious why you broke an unspoken rule between you two to ask him if he did orals, of all things.

So, he agreed. “Deal.”

Your smile of victory almost made him smile too, but he did his best to remain serious. “Okay. Tell me.”

He sighed before answering honestly. “I do.”

Your eyes widened and an incredulous laugh escaped your lips before you said, “Really?” The surprise in your voice made him frown, why was that surprising? Should he be offended?

“Yeah.”

“Are you serious? You go down on girls?” You couldn't even hide the disbelief in your voice. “You?”

“I already said yes. Now, tell me. Why are you asking?”

Without further ado, you grabbed your phone that had been forgotten in your lap to unlock it, and a second later you were showing him what appeared to be your TikTok feed.

“A fan made a TikTok with the title: Ranking how good MSBY players are at giving head and you were raked as a zero just because he’d rather die than put his mouth there.”

What the fuck?!

“Let me see that.”

In the blink of an eye, Kiyoomi snatched the phone from you to watch the video with his own eyes, regretting it as soon as it started thanks to the embarrassing selection of music and photos chosen from the team members. He scoffed, a random person on the internet had felt entitled to make this kind of ranking just based on appearances and assumptions. It’s not like they could have any real evidence at the end of the day. But it seems that for many people a video of this kind told the absolute truth, because it had thousands of likes and thousands of comments, and—to his misfortune—he couldn’t help but read them.

Now he wished he had never done it.

In addition to most of the comments agreeing and mocking Kiyoomi’s ranking, saying that at least his face makes up for it and that maybe he gives head as long as he has his face mask on—that one was actually funny, but he wouldn’t say that out loud—, the other vast majority agreed that Atsumu and Bokuto were the best.

But the question here is, did you think the same?

“You actually believe this crap?” He asked, actually sounding more hurt than he planned.

“Kiyoomi, it’s just a TikTok. Of course, I’ll believe it.” You were obviously trying to make a joke, but still, the expression on his face showed pure disbelief. “I’m joking, jeez.”

“I know it’s a just TikTok, but I still want to know.” He sounded serious.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, perhaps thinking he was exaggerating, maybe he was, but he wasn’t offended by the fact that someone made that video, there were probably hundreds just like it. It was the fact that you, of all people, seemed to agree with an assumption about him and his very private intimate life.

“Kiyoomi, I just thought it was funny. That’s why I asked.”

“But you didn’t believe me when I told you I did.”

“I did believe you.” He narrowed his eyes, showing that he obviously didn’t buy your words. “I’m not lying. I believed you, but— I was just… shocked.”

“Why?”

“It’s just that…never mind.”

“Tell me.”

You looked him in the eye for a few seconds before sighing heavily.

“You’re… a little too special when it comes to cleanness and— where you put your mouth, you know?” You weren’t even looking him in the face, obviously nervous about the direction the conversation was taking. “I’m not judging you, we should all be careful where we put it. And, I just thought that… yeah” You waved your hand as you finished, trying to play it down.

Kiyoomi couldn’t blame you or others for thinking that, after all, that was the kind of reputation he built for himself. But, even when he didn’t care what others thought about him, he always cared what you thought; for that reason alone, he wasn’t going to let you walk away with the wrong idea about him.

“Yes, we should. But now you know that I actually go down.” He said, and, simply because he had a good feeling, he added: “And I’m pretty good at it, I can assure you.”

You scoffed. “Are you?”

“I am.” Confidence exuded in his voice, perhaps that was exactly why the next words came out of his mouth: “You want proof?”

What happened next was a delight to his eyes.

You got fucking nervous, of course he noticed, you were his best friend after all. You widened your eyes, opened your mouth a couple of times in an attempt to say something but nothing came out. But what was a poem for him, was to see how you moved your hips slightly, in a movement that could have gone unnoticed if he hadn't paid all his attention to you.

You cleared your throat as you looked away from his gaze. “I have no desire to ask your previous flings how good you are down there or watch any pornographic videos of you, so no, thanks.” You folded your arms as you sat up straight, suddenly finding the movie interesting.

The room fell into silence, accompanied by a heavy tension that you two were obviously aware of.

This situation was actually kind of funny. Thanks to a fucking TikTok, he now had an opportunity in front of him that he had been waiting for a long time. An opportunity he was going to take.

“I wasn’t referring to that kind of proof.”

Three minutes later, you were lying on the couch with your head resting on a pillow, your pants thrown aside on the floor and Kiyoomi between your legs, spreading kisses across your belly.

“This is weird.” You said, maybe in an attempt to break the intimate silence that had formed where only your breaths and his kisses could be heard.

“It is.” He agreed before lowering his lips to your inner thighs, where he surprised you with a light bite that made you gasp. “We can stop if you want.”

You were quick to reply with a no and he smirked against your skin. Of course you didn’t want to stop, neither did he. Both of you by this point were already immersed in lust, even though it had only been a few minutes of foreplay.

When he was desperately taking off your pants minutes ago, Kiyoomi debated whether to just go for it or take it slow.

But the moment he saw the longing in your eyes, how pretty you looked underneath him, he knew he would take his time. He didn’t just want to prove something to you; he actually wanted to taste you, to make you squirm, to make you enjoy this as much as he would.

Gently caressing your thighs with both hands, he moved down until his mouth made contact with your pelvis, where he left another trail of kisses until he reached right where your clit was. Still above the fabric of your panties, he kissed you there, which was enough to elicit a moan of frustration from you.

“Please, just do it.”

He kissed the same spot again before smirking. “Let me just go get my facemask, can’t do this without it.”

His sudden joke made you burst into laughter which elicited a chuckle from him. “Don’t kill the mood.” You said as you gave a small pat to his hand that squeezed your thigh.

He smiled and brought both of his hands to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly. “At this point that’s impossible.”

“I know.” You muttered as you lifted your hips to let him remove the garment easily.

As quickly as the garment hit the floor, Kiyoomi’s eyes focused on the middle of your legs, you may not have noticed, but the mere sight of your pussy glistening with your arousal made him twice as hard as he already was.

“Don’t stare.” You said, trying to close your legs as much as you could since Kiyoomi was in the way.

No, no, no. There was no way for you to hide from him now, or ever.

“Why not? You’re so fucking hot in all places.”

Hearing his words, in an act of fluster, you brought both of your hands to cover your face, perhaps trying to hide how his praise made you feel. “You think so?”

The question came out almost in a whisper, and in response, he took both of your hands, interlaced your fingers and placed them on the sides of your head with the purpose of looking you in the eyes.

“There’s no day when I don’t think that you’re hot,” He confessed, his voice deep and serious with the purpose of making you understand that he was not playing games. “Now that I just told you how crazy I’m for you, open your legs and let me make you feel good.”

You nodded, and staring at him with desire in your eyes, you opened your legs wide open again until that part of your body that he wanted to devour more than anything else was once again fully at his mercy.

Kiyoomi let go your hands and he lowered his body until his stomach made contact with the soft cushion of the couch. Now in that position, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, squeezing the flesh eagerly before dipping his head into the middle of your legs.

“God.” You sighed, jerking your hips upward in surprise.

He played slowly with his tongue, running it up and down before concentrating on sucking your clit.

He was hard as fuck. Maybe more than he had ever been in his life. He even felt his tip leaking and was almost certain that if he started grinding his hips against the cushion, he could come at any moment. But he would save that for later. Right now, he was getting drunk on your taste and the sound of your moans.

And fuck… those moans were heaven itself.

He lowered his mouth, right at your entrance, where he began to lick gathering more of your juices before he deepened his mouth against your clit, sucking harder, quickly realizing that you liked it by the movement of your hips and the loud whimper that came out of your mouth.

Kiyoomi was getting excited, even more so when he felt your hands stroking his head before pulling his curls, holding him closer to you, as if you were afraid he would break away, taking with him the pleasure you were feeling, but Kiyoomi wasn’t willing to do that, right now what he wanted most was you coming as hard as you could in his mouth.

Hungry to increase your pleasure, he didn’t think twice when he let go of one of your thighs to stick a finger inside you, thrusting it in and out a few times before slipping another one in and curving his fingers to reach that sensitive spot inside you.

“There, oh god, there.”

He would give you whatever you wanted, so he focused there. Feeling lovesick at this point. Loving the way you sounded. Loving the way you pulled his hair. Loving the way your tight pussy squeezed his fingers.

He moved his tongue back down to your entrance at the same time he pulled his fingers out, but only to start circling them over your clit. This is where you put a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming, but Kiyoomi didn’t want that, he wanted to hear you come undone for him, no matter if it woke up the neighbors. So with his free hand he took you by the wrist at the same time that he separated his mouth from your sex.

“Don’t hold back those sounds, I want to hear you scream for me. Okay?”

You nodded. Too shocked to formulate words.

“Good girl.” He praised before placing a short kiss on your wrist, releasing it a second later to immediately return to seal his mouth with your wet pussy.

This time he put both hands behind your knees to spread your legs wider and pushed them against your chest, giving himself more room to continue devouring you, proud that you were no longer shy to scream with pleasure when he flicked his tongue, sucked and bit your pretty pussy.

“I’m close. Fuck! Don’t stop, please.”

Kiyoomi wouldn’t stop, he was sure of that.

It was a matter of seconds when started to came in your best friend’s mouth.

Kiyoomi kept licking, drinking up all your release until your legs began to shake from overstimulation.

He gave a peck to your clit before gently letting go of your legs, settling them slowly on the cushion. He caressed your thighs as he left kiss after kiss on your belly, helping you relax as you tried to control your breathing after such an intense experience.

You were lying there staring at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Perhaps processing everything that just happened, but Kiyoomi wouldn’t give you time for regrets, not now, not ever. He moved on top of you, resting his forearms on either side of your head and looked down at you, connecting your gazes before asking with a cocky smile on his face, “And? How was it?”

You let out a chuckle and rolled your eyes playfully before answering, “I think TikTok and I owe you an apology.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re definitely not a zero.”

“I’ll be happy with yours alone.” He said before lowering his face further until your noses brushed, “Your opinion is the only one I care about afterall.” He added before finally kissing you.

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