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Birthday Suit

PAIRING: timeskip!Yamagata Hayato x fem!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: face riding, oral (m and f receiving), 69, cum eating, light nipple play, manhandling, praise kink, spanking (like, once), creampie, light and brief asphyxiation, brief mentions of breeding

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

SUMMARY: Yamagata is quick to take the lead when it comes to celebrating his birthday. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE LIBERO! HE'D TOTALLY MAKE BAD JOKES DURING SEX! (and happy valentine's day too ig)

Yamagata wakes up to an empty bed.

The spot next to him is still warm, his calloused hand smoothing out the wrinkles on the fitted sheets. His brows crease as he hoists himself up from his forearms, stretching his arms over his head with satisfying pops from his joints before dragging himself out of bed.

Light shuffling reaches his ears as soon as he exits the bedroom, a yawn leaving his lips as he follows the sound.

His eyes, while not fully awake, soften upon finding you padding around the kitchen, one of his graphic tees blanketing your figure. With your back facing him, the libero takes the opportunity to sneak behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“Morning,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You squirm with a gasp in his hold, almost dropping the bag of flour in your hand.

“You scared me,” you say, regaining your composure.

Yamagata hums. “And you weren’t in bed.”

You huff, placing the bag of flour on the counter before turning in your partner’s arms, wrapping your own around his neck.

“Well, maybe,” you drawl, “I wanted to surprise a special someone with his favourite breakfast on his special day.” The libero grins, and your fake irritated expression eventually melts into one of adoration. You kiss him. “Happy birthday, Hayato.”

Yamagata pulls you back for more, his hand cupping your face as he presses his lips harder against yours. You happily indulge, your fingers grazing against his undercut and sending a shiver down his spine. His heartbeat’s rhythm quickens as he presses his chest against yours, warmth buzzing throughout his body. You only pull away when his tongue greets your bottom lip, and he pouts.

“I gotta make breakfast,” you pant as he hides his face in your neck. The libero smirks when you shiver from his touch, his tongue dusting your skin.

“You are my breakfast,” he counters, his hands gliding down your body to your thighs, toying with the hem of your (his) shirt. He can feel your chest heaving as he peppers open-mouth kisses against your skin, and he leads you to press your back against the fridge.

“Hayato,” you whine. “I’m serious.”

“Hi, serious.” He stops his ministrations to meet your gaze, a cheeky grin making its way to his features as he takes in your flustered state. You frown—he knows that you know what his expression means. “I’m the birthday boy.”

In a single motion, Yamagata yanks your tee off your body. You yelp upon exposure, and the libero’s eyes widen at the sight before him.

Having you in purple isn’t anything new, especially when it comes to special occasions dedicated to the athlete. You know how much he likes the colour, and when it’s on you, his eyes can’t help but wander every time.

The sheer lavender lingerie set you have on makes his cock twitch in his shorts, and Yamagata takes a moment to catch every heart sprinkled onto the teasing set.

He curses under his breath, and you cross your arms.

“You are such a brat—”

You're dragged into another heated kiss, a squeak escaping your mouth as his hands roam, squeezing whatever soft skin they can find.

Being born on a romantic holiday had more cons than pros for the libero, the main issues having been receiving Valentine’s Day gifts rather than something more personal or people forgetting his birthday altogether. However, since he met you, Yamagata hadn’t minded the double celebration. It only got better when you two began dating, your gifts having sentimental value without the direct connection to the holiday. With how much he loves you, he’s sure he’d appreciate any gift you gave him regardless.

“You say that like it bothers you,” your boyfriend rasps before his tongue eagerly slips past your lips and swirls around your own. A smile tugs at his mouth when he feels you kiss him with just as much fervour, your hands pawing at his chest while you mewl.

“Wait!” You whisper-yell in between sloppy kisses. “At least–ah!–get back to our room.”

“Too far,” he grunts against your lips, squeezing one of your breasts through the sheer material.

“Then, the couch—”

He cuts you off with a light smack to your thigh, making you gasp. The libero’s tongue returns inside your mouth as he leads you to the living room, swallowing your whimpers.

With his focus primarily on your soft lips, Yamagata hardly remembers the journey to the other room. Next thing he knows, he has you beneath him, his teeth nibbling at your collarbone while he grinds his hard-on against your leg.

“Hey,” you gasp. “Why am I the only one barely clothed?”

Feeling you tug at the hem of his shirt makes your boyfriend grin, pausing his actions to sit up and toss his crewneck off his body. His smile grows as he watches your reaction, your dishevelled state worsening as you scan every inch of his exposed skin. Before your gaze can go any lower, he yanks you to sit with him, your face mere centimetres away from his.

“Sit on my face,” he rasps, nudging his nose against yours.

“It’s your birthday,” you whisper, one of your hands reaching for the waistband of his shorts. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your words have Yamagata’s cock pushing at his boxers, the tightness more than unpleasant. He pecks your cheek as a distraction.

“Having you ride my tongue makes me feel good,” he responds lowly, his words almost contradicting his actions as he shrugs off his remaining clothes. “You should know this by now.” Fully naked, Yamagata wraps his arms around your torso before tossing his body onto the couch, forcing you to lay on top of him. With you peering down at him, he sticks his tongue out. “Sit.”

You oblige, taking your time to shift to the new position.

When you’re finally hovering over him with your thighs on either side of his head and your body facing his, the libero is sure that the view before him is equivalent to the pearly gates, the only thing in his way to heaven being a sheer lavender fabric.

“Should I take this off?” Your question has his hold on your thighs tightening, a stern “no” leaving his mouth. One of his hands slides the crotch of your panties aside, your cunt greeting him with a thin layer of slick.

The sound of your yelp upon him yanking you down onto his face forces laughter to rumble in Yamagata’s chest, his amusement muffled from you sitting on him. Your noises quickly turn into moans due to the vibrations, and he gets to work on eating you out. His tongue goes straight for the kill, lapping up your juices like it never tasted them before, and it’s the libero’s turn to groan. Your lewd sounds add fuel to his fire, making him feast on your sweet cunt like it would be his last meal on earth.

But that’s just the beginning.

The tip of his cock drowns in a familiar warmth, the following wetness causing his eyes to cross as he picks up his pace. Soon enough, you take more of his shaft down your throat, the vibrations from your moans adding to his pleasure.

You didn’t have to. Yamagata made it clear his tastebuds begged for your essence. He devours you like a man starved, like he doesn’t already do this every other day. He could cum untouched just from eating you out (and he has before); having you return the favour only worsens his ravenous appetite.

“Sh-Shit,” your boyfriend groans, feeling your tongue tease one of the prominent veins on his dick. He shows his gratitude by giving your clit some attention, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub in hopes of hearing more of your cries.

His luck only gets better as he gets his wish and then some, your thighs tightening around his head and further restricting his airflow. Any sane person would beg their partner to give them a break, let them breathe—it only makes Yamagata’s cock twitch in your mouth, the dizziness that follows suit bringing him closer to the brink. Should he die by your hands (or rather, thighs), not one complaint would leave his lips, let alone form in his thoughts.

You’re shaking. Even with his hold on you, the sign of your oncoming orgasm is impossible to ignore. Refusing to cum before you, the libero lets his tongue run rampant, his lips pressed against your weeping pussy in the world’s messiest makeout session.

You seem to be right on his tail, bobbing your head faster as you take in more of his girth. He can feel your drool pooling at his base, and if it weren’t for your addicting taste, he’d love to watch you milk his cock with your mouth.

But you’re so close—he knows you are. Just one more push.

Pressing his lips and tongue flat against your cunt, Yamagata shakes his head vigorously, letting his spit aid in the ministration as the vibrations attack your heat.

It does the trick, your pretty pussy gushing in his mouth as he drinks up everything you have to offer him.

Your gagged sounds are his queue to let go, too, his warm and heavy load filling your throat as you swallow every drop. You don’t stop sucking him off during his release, keeping it going as the squelching noises he’s tongue-fucking out of your cunt drives him wild. Even with every gift you give him, heaven remains between your thighs.

Yamagata doesn’t recall when he caught his breath, nor when you two sat up from your positions. All he can think about at the moment is kissing you. He does so passionately, the short time without your close contact making him all the more delirious. And when you whimper against his slick-stained lips, his cock twitches to life once more.

“Can’t go a day without getting your fix, huh?” you quip, though your boyfriend’s too busy trailing kisses down your neck.

“Can you blame me,” he mumbles against your skin, making you shiver. When he pulls away, he catches you with his lustful gaze. “Just look at you…”

Without warning, he tears your set off your body.

You shriek, quick to hide your chest as if he hasn’t seen you naked a thousand times before. “What the hell are you doing?”

Yamagata doesn’t give you a chance to process his actions, quickly pulling onto his lap with his hands gripping your hips. He smirks, his chest rising and falling from excitement.

“Unwrapping my gift.”

Your possible following words are cut off by your mewling when the libero attaches his lips to your nipple. The distraction allows him to aim his cock at your entrance, tapping at your slit with his tip. With fluttering eyes, you aid him, taking his dick and slipping yourself onto it with a silent cry. Still sensitive from his previous release, the athlete throws his head back with a grunt, feeling as you take every inch slowly, almost teasingly.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you gasp, finally bottoming out. “So full, baby. So fucking full.”

“Squeezing me so good,” he pants, watching your reaction with hooded lids. “You gonna ride me, pretty? Use me like a toy?”

You nod with a whine, lifting your body with trembling legs before dropping onto his shaft again. You both cry out in ecstasy, still sensitive from earlier, but it doesn’t stop either of you from continuing.

But oh, you poor thing, Yamagata can tell that you're about to give out already, your movements losing speed and rhythm. He can't help but coo, peppering wet kisses on your shoulder for comfort.

“Don't worry, pretty baby,” he whispers, halting your movements by wrapping his arms around your waist. “Gonna take care of you.”

The wail you let out upon him thrusting up into you will forever be his favourite melody, the smile on his face widening so much to the point it hurts his face.

The libero isn’t any better, his groans harmonizing with your cries as he feels the burn in his legs. With all his years playing volleyball, he's grateful for his stamina.

Feet planted onto the floor, Yamagata fucks you faster, pressing his face into your chest as he concentrates on hitting your sweet spot. Your warmth radiates from your skin, clinging to him and making him all the more feral from your touch.

“I love you,” he slurs, tilting his head up from his position to face you. “Fuck, love you so so much.” He's getting sloppy, he knows it, but his thrusts don't lose their intensity. “M-Mine. Mine all mine… All. Fucking. Mine.”

The athlete pounds into you with each word, emphasizing his complete devotion to you. Your walls choke his cock in response, and he has to refrain from breeding you then and there.

“I love you, too, baby,” you pant, digging your nails into his shoulders. “I’m so close. Can I cum? Can I cum, baby? I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Your pleading tone goes straight to his dick, and he groans. “Fuck, please do, sweets.”

Your broken sobs reach Yamagata’s ears, and seconds later, your pussy tightens around his shaft. Watching your expression break as you fall apart is his sign to let loose as well, shooting his load straight to your womb. Your spasming walls have a vice grip on him, yet he’s hugging you tighter like you’ll float away if he lets go. His second release of the morning feels eternal, and yet it still isn’t long enough for him, not when you’re involved.

How either of you manage to ride out your highs and survive, Yamagata doesn’t know. As he leans back onto the couch while catching his breath, he smiles boyishly at your equally exhausted form on top of him.

He pecks your temple. “Breakfast was great, babe.”

“You will be the death of me,” you respond not a second later. The libero barks a tired laugh, rubbing your back soothingly as you try to sit up again. When he calms down, he finds your eyes, his normally sharp and intense gaze gentle and loving.

“I love you,” he murmurs, taking one of your hands and pressing his lips to your palm.

You smile. “I love you, too.”

Yamagata grins like it’s the first time you’re telling him this, his hands massaging your thighs. He wonders if you can hear how much you mean to him, be it through his words or by the intense hammering of his heart against his ribs. Surely, the latter can’t be good for his health, but he’ll go through any experience you bring him.

Still on his lap, you pull him into your embrace, burying your nose in his neck and slowly inhaling.

“You good?” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your collarbone.

“Just a little sore,” you hum, grazing your lips against his jaw before pulling back. “And you? You still want me to make you breakfast? I’ll need a bit more time to recover, but I’ll be on it.”

Yamagata purses his lips as if in thought.

“Nah,” he dismisses. “I’m stuffed.” A teasing grin sneaks onto his face, and your brows furrow. His eyes trail to where you two remain connected, his arms lifting you by your hips to watch as his cum leaks out of you to pool at his base and form a sticky ring. “Looks like that makes two of us.”

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #hq #haikyuu #haikyu #smut #shiratorizawa #yamagata smut #yamagata x reader #yamagata hayato #valentine’s day #birthday boy

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creative-crybaby · 3 months

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First thing I read this morning 🥰🥰🥰

The government (me) is hiding femboy dogboy hawks servicing strap porn from the general public (you)

#gut gut gut me up #and fuck fuck fuck me up #as they say

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creative-crybaby · 3 months

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Greener Grass

PAIRING: Usagiyama Rumi (Miruko) x fem!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: light nipple play, fingering, masturbation (f), face riding, oral (f receiving) squirting, cum eating, manhandling, praise kink, spanking (like, once)

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

SUMMARY: You're quick to anger when an Internet troll talks down about your girlfriend, and it's up to her to remind you not to waste your time on losers like him.

You’re curled up on the couch when Usagiyama returns from her daily run.

The position you’re in is less than comfortable. You’re hunched over, phone in hand, and far too close to your face than any eye care professional would recommend, your brows furrowed. The rabbit hero keeps her gaze on you as she heads to the kitchen, grabbing some water from the fridge.

“Babe,” she calls out, though you don’t answer, too engrossed in whatever seems to be making your blood boil on your device. Leaning on the kitchen island, Usagiyama takes a few sips as she continues to watch you. “You good—”

“I can’t believe this guy!”

Your sudden outburst makes your girlfriend blink in surprise, setting her water bottle on the kitchen island before joining you on the couch.

“What guy?” The Pro Hero quirks a brow at your ferocious typing, your thumbs aggressively hitting the screen as you mumble curses under your breath. With a frustrated huff, she snatches your phone from your grip. “What’s got you so heated?”

Despite your apparent anger, you go quiet once your girlfriend has your device, watching her crimson eyes glide across whatever is on the screen.

When her focus returns to you, you’re in a curled-up position, knees to your chest as you hug your legs. Your brows remain creased in guilt, your lips forming a pout as you avoid meeting Usagiyama’s gaze. You look like a kid about to get scolded by her parent.

“Some asshole troll kept talking shit about you on social media,” you finally grumble. “Kept calling you ‘mid’ and saying you were just in the top five for some ‘woke’ agenda.” Your body language opens back up as you face her, your expression returning to one of anger. “I couldn’t let that slide, Rumi! Like, what does he know anyway? You’re out there keeping everyone safe while he whines about not getting his dick wet! And you know he wouldn’t say anything like this about Hawks or Endeavour, or—”

“Exactly.”

You shut your mouth, blinking at your girlfriend as she leans back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Usagiyama holds your phone to your face. “What does he know anyway?” When you don’t respond, she continues. “Do you know who he is?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Right, his username is just a bunch of numbers.” The Pro Hero’s words make you press your lips into a thin line, and she places your phone on the coffee table. “He doesn’t even have the balls to show his face on the internet.”

Her eyes narrow as she smirks at you, slowly crawling on the couch to trap you against the armrest. Usagiyama’s still somewhat messy from her run, sweat cascading down her forehead and body, but you aren’t the least bit disgusted. If anything, you find yourself in a trace, your gaze following one of the droplets down her collarbone to the valley of her breasts and disappearing behind her sports bra.

“Rumi…” you swallow, pushing some loose strands of her hair out of her face as a distraction. If your girlfriend caught you staring, she doesn’t comment, instead leaning forward to nudge her nose against your cheek.

“You know what I think?” she muses, her lids drooping. “I bet that troll’s some jobless loser living in his mom’s basement, meanwhile,” Usagiyama brings one of her muscular thighs to settle between yours, “I get to come home after a long day of being the number five Pro Hero to my pretty, pretty girlfriend.” She kisses you, holding you in place with her fingers tipping your chin. You moan, and she pulls away with an airy laugh. “I think I’ve hit the jackpot here.”

And with that, the hero’s lips are back on yours, the kiss far deeper and hungrier. You’re more receptive this time, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer as she nuzzles her thigh further between yours. A mewl escapes your throat as her tongue dances with yours, your hips grinding against her knee.

When your girlfriend pulls away, you pout. “What did I do to deserve your teasing?”

She copies your expression before snickering, shifting to settle between your legs and licking her lips upon catching sight of your soaked panties. Flipping your skirt to rest on your waist, Usagiyama takes her time sliding her hand up your thigh until it finally reaches where you need it most. Your hips are already lifting for her touch, but she just chuckles again as she rips your underwear off your body. You gasp, not given a chance to protest before she speaks.

“So wet,” the Pro Hero muses, her fingers dancing across your slit. “Guess arguing with creeps on the internet riles you up in more ways than one.”

“No!” You shiver when she brushes against your clit, legs spreading further apart subconsciously. “It’s just you—you did this. You did this and you know it!”

Your flustered state has your girlfriend throwing her head back in laughter, her lids drooping as she calms down and returns her gaze to you.

“You’re so fucking cute,” she says lowly, slamming her lips against yours as she slides a finger into your heat. You mewl into the kiss, your brain foggy as you share oxygen with your lover. It doesn’t help that she’s curling her digit inside you just the way you like it, dragging it across your walls and immediately finding that sweet spot that makes your clit jump. Broken moans seep out your mouth as she creates a rhythm, soon adding another finger as she nibbles on your bottom lip.

“More, please,” you manage to mumble. “Need more, Rumi…”

Usagiyama continues massaging your insides as she pulls away from the kiss, grinning at you with pride. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Her lips find your neck, leaving their mark on your skin with the help of her teeth as her fingers fuck you with abandon. You throw your head back with a wail, hips trembling as your lover bullies your sweet spot. It’s no surprise when the coil in your belly is only a hair away from snapping, and having words of praise and encouragement purred into your ear just about does the trick.

Your orgasm hit you before you could prepare yourself. Body stiffening, you let out a silent cry as your jaw falls open. You can’t even close your legs with your girlfriend sitting between them, her unoccupied hand on your thigh to keep it in place.

“Good, good,” she coos, planting a soft kiss on your pulse. “Oh, what a good girl you are~”

Her pace only falters once you find your voice, your pleas for her to slow down reaching her ears and eventually pulling her slick-coated fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Usagiyama rubs your thigh as you catch your breath, your vision hazy as you watch her suck your essence off her digits. Her crimson eyes don’t leave yours as she does so, and you let out an airy moan.

Your gaze then falls to her chest, and your hand tugs on her sports bra.

“Your turn,” you mumble, peering at the rabbit hero. “Gotta thank you for your service.”

She snickers at your words, but complies, yanking the somewhat sweaty garment over her head and chucking it somewhere in the living room. Your eyes light up at her nudity, your hand gliding up and down her body, tracing the outline of her abs and tweaking at her nipple.

Your girlfriend sighs in contentment. “Can’t go a day without coppin’ a feel, huh?”

“You’re one to talk,” you pout without stopping your actions. “Can’t go a day without slapping my ass like some pervy old man.”

“You’ve got a cute ass,” she argues jokingly, soothingly rubbing the area as if for good measure or a silent apology. “Can’t help it.”

“I said I like being spanked, not smacked so hard that I’m sent flying higher than Hawks.”

Your exasperated whine makes Usagiyama coo, though you don’t hear any remorse as she returns to burying her nose into the crook of your neck.

“You’re not helping your case here,” she purrs, and you can feel her smirking against your skin. “So damn cute, aren’t you? Your face, your expressions, your sounds,” she pulls back to look at you, her hands slipping off her leggings and panties from her body, “I could just eat you out.”

Still recovering from your release, you offer a nervous chuckle, your gaze on her fully nude figure. “You mean eat me up?”

“I meant what I said.” Not a second later, the Pro Hero lifts you from your spot to bend you over the armrest with her lying on the couch, her face between your legs and inches away from your cunt. “Ready, honey?”

“Huh—” You hardly have time to process what just happened before she yanks you down to sit on her face, her mouth immediately getting to work by making out with your weeping pussy. Moans and gasps fly past your lips from her ministrations, and it doesn’t help that she mocks your sounds, the vibrations attacking your clit and setting your body on fire. You lift your torso from its hunched position, struggling to shift from its spot. “Wait—”

“I got you.” Usagiyama’s words come out muffled, what with her mouth being occupied, though she seems to catch your struggle; lifting you once more, she keeps you splayed open for her with your knees on the armrest and your body holding itself up.

You’re still wearing your skirt, yet you catch your girlfriend’s rabbit ears poking out from between your legs, the soft fur tickling your inner thighs. With one hand on the back of the couch for balance, the other strokes the long ears, earning you a choked groan from the hero.

Daring to take a peek, you glance over your shoulder to find Usagiyama’s fit body splayed across the couch, one of her hands toying with her cunt. The sight only worsens the heat in your lower belly, and you find your hips grinding in tandem with your lover’s skillful tongue.

“Lemme help you,” you pant, keeping your gaze on her display. “Just lemme turn around and—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence as the rabbit hero’s muscular arm hooks over your thigh to hold you tighter in place, the hand between her legs not stopping as she guides your hips to drag harder against her mouth.

If you were a mess before, you’re an absolute lust puddle now, shocks from your cunt shooting throughout your body and shutting your brain down. Your guilt for not being able to pleasure her disappears—all you know is to beg for more. All you can do is beg for more.

“Rumi!” you squeal, her tongue fucking into you while she drags your puffy clit against her nose. Despite the discomfort it brings your neck, your head remains turned as you watch your girlfriend pleasure herself, her abs occasionally flexing as she finger fucks her cunt.

Meanwhile, you’re sliding a hand up to your chest, tugging and flicking at your nipple, chasing your high as Usagiyama’s moans go straight to your sensitive pussy. Bless her for holding you up—your legs could give out at any moment.

“Cum on my tongue, honey,” she rasps beneath you, the squelching of her cunt growing louder as her fingers deepen their thrusts. “Make a fucking mess and let all of Japan know who’s responsible.”

You can’t refuse her even if you want to. Not that you do want to, not when she’s harshly sucking on your clit and showing you the stars and planets while setting your body ablaze.

And the waterworks—not just the tears prickling your waterline, but the gushes of clear liquid soaking the hem of your skirt, the couch and no doubt, your girlfriend’s face. You can hear her drawn-out moan even with your heart pounding at your ribs, though you can’t tell if it’s from your taste or her having reached her high. Either way, the vibrations further fuel your orgasm, elongating it and making your legs give out.

Your eyes were crossed, too, apparently, though you didn’t realize it until your vision returned to normal. You feel your body carefully being brought down to lie on your stomach. When you turn to face the rabbit hero, you find her already sitting up on the couch, her legs spread apart as she licks your juices from her lips and chin. Matching her position, you reach for her hand, the one she used on herself, and wrap your lips around the slick-stained digits, sucking them clean while your eyes flutter shut at the savoury taste.

“That’s my girl,” she smirks. Her fingers slip out with a pop, grimacing as you sit on a wet spot on the couch. Usagiyama pulls you into her side, wrapping a muscular arm around your shoulders. “Not so fired up now, are you?”

You hum, brows pinched together as you nuzzle against your partner. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The Pro Hero barks a laugh before scooping you into her arms and standing up from the couch. The sudden movement makes you yelp, clinging onto your girlfriend even tighter.

Nevermind that.” Usagiyama’s marching to the bathroom before you know it, her energy in full tact like the past several minutes never happened. Even in her hold, your legs feel like jelly. “I still have a shower I need to take.”

“But the couch…” you can only whine an excuse.

“Nothing we can’t clean it later,” the Pro Hero dismisses, not even bothering to look back. She keeps her hold on you with one arm to open the bathroom door before carrying you inside. “Hell, we’ll get a new one if we gotta.”

Settling you on the toilet, your girlfriend gets to work by getting the water running in the shower. Her hair is still in her high ponytail from her run, and you watch with a tired smile as she frees the snowy strands from their constraint.

“You owe me new panties,” you buzz, checking to see if you can stand. Successfully on your feet, you then find Usagiyama before you.

“Yeah, with all that hero money I got?” she muses, helping you undress. “Do you even need em when you’re home? They’ll just get in my way.”

Now that you're fully nude, your girlfriend takes the opportunity to slap your ass. You yelp, and she laughs at your reaction before leading you to the shower, pushing you against the wall as soon as you��re both in.

The water is warm, caressing your skin with droplets upon droplets, yet Usagiyama’s gaze is more than enough to make you shiver.

You smile coyly. “Hi.”

“Hey,” she smirks, her hand trailing up your inner thigh. “You know I wasn’t done with you, right?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #mha smut #mha #bnha smut #bnha #miruko smut #miruko #usagiyama smut #usagiyama rumi #my hero academia smut #my hero academia #wlw #wlw smut #lgbtq

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creative-crybaby · 3 months

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your doglike mannerisms and subservient nature and rather characteristic boyish grin and weird relationships with the older men around you have bewitched me. can i interest you in a prostate orgasm

#takami keigo

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creative-crybaby · 4 months

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Knots

PAIRING: masseur!Geto Suguru x fem!reader

GENRE: no curses!au | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: fingering, nipple play, semi-public sex/exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), brief masturbation (m), size kink, praise kink, cum eating, light mentions of/brief marking

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

SUMMARY: With so much stress piling up on you, Geto was kind enough to offer you a massage. Unfortunately, no amount of relaxation can distract you from the sexual tension between you and your friend.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: MAPPA can't draw jjk characters like that and expect me not to write smut about em 🙄also: HAPPY NEW YEARS, LOVELIES <3333

“Are you sure this is okay?” It’s too late to ask him that, but you couldn’t stop the question from leaving your lips. “I’d hate for you to get in trouble.”

Your face burns as silence follows; you can only thank whatever gods above for him not being able to see your expression.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” he chuckles, and you copy the sound nervously, unsure if he is serious. After a pregnant pause, he adds, “I’m kidding. You have nothing to worry about.” Your peripheral vision catches him moving around you to get to the cabinet. “Consider it a favour from a friend.”

You hear the cabinet door open and shut, and you shift from your spot face down on the table.

“At least let me pay you back somehow,” you press, pouting.

“That defeats the point of a favour, doesn’t it?” Geto’s footsteps get louder until you catch sight of his shoes from the corner of your eye. There’s another pause, this one longer than the previous one. “Are you comfortable with me unclapsing your bra?” Before you can answer, he quickly continues, “It can stay on like you wanted, I just need the straps out of the way.”

If you aren’t hyping yourself up to take every opportunity to get closer to the masseur, you’re second-guessing your decision to take his offer. Should he follow through with the action, it would only be the beginning of something far more intimate. And you know this. You knew this. Even when Geto first suggested the idea after you opened up about your piling stress and even when you foolishly thought asking Gojo for advice on the offer was a good idea.

But you’re here now, aren’t you?

“Go for it,” you try to mask whatever uneasiness you can. Gentle fingers tug at the clips at the end of your bra, disconnecting them and allowing the straps to drop. Even with your chest still covered, you feel bare, the cool air tickling the newly exposed area. You have to force yourself from shivering.

“You still like the scent of lavender?” Geto's question catches you off-guard, raising your head from the cushion, not realizing that he recalled such a minor detail. Your silence makes the ravenette turn to you again, offering his easy-going smile. “Or have your tastes changed?”

You nod mindlessly, blinking up at him. “Lavender’s good.”

Geto hums before searching through his cabinet, taking several seconds to find the bottle he was looking for. You rest your head back on the cushion before he can catch you staring.

“I’ll be starting now.” The sound of a bottle cap opening follows your friend’s words. “If you’re ever uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to let me know. Otherwise, just lay back and relax.”

Despite his gentle voice, following his order becomes easier said than done once his large hands come in contact with your back, the oil adding to his skin’s warmth. You bit your lip, the serene scent of lavender reaching your olfactory as the masseur works his magic on your stress.

You don’t realize how exhausted your body has felt until Geto applies pressure for the first time, and you cringe.

“Easy, easy,” he soothes, pausing his ministrations once you try to relax your body. “Wow, you are stressed.”

You allow your body to sink further into the table’s mattress when his soft laughter reaches your ears, and you give him the go-ahead to continue. Fingerpads return to your skin, rubbing heavy yet sturdy circles onto your back, untying any and every knot trapping your muscles. You can feel your body fall limp, drowning heavily while at the same time floating into the heavens as every evidence of exhaustion disappears from you.

Still, even as you try to keep your mind blank and enjoy the moment, you can’t help but notice how much space Geto’s hand takes up on your back. It doesn’t help that they creep up to your neck, more than ready to push the problems away from that area.

“So,” you trail off, feeling the need to fill the silence rather than embrace it, “You give these massages to Ieiri or Satoru?”

The ravenette chuckles. “If you’d call the occasional shoulder rub a proper massage, then sure.”

A memory of the four of you at a local diner pops into your head, Shoko telling Geto a shoulder massage was the least she deserved after all the all-nighters she’s suffered through. You giggled, watching the medical student melt under the masseur’s magic touch, ignoring the twinge of jealousy that prodded your mind.

You quip. “Not even a full-body one? Ieiri’s the one who deserves it the most out of us.”

“Guess she just never has the time for one,” he hums.

“And Satoru?”

Geto snickers, pausing his actions. You join in on the laughter, a small swell of pride blooming in your chest.

Your joy is cut short when he resumes the massage, adding pressure to a specific area below the nape of your neck that forces a whimper out of you. You freeze, hoping the masseur didn’t hear it. But with how his hold on you paused, even for just a moment, you couldn’t deceive yourself into believing you were in the clear.

“Sorry,” you squeak, the warmth from your face expanding to the rest of your body. Could he feel it?

You can hear the smile in his voice. “So tense, aren’t you?”

You don’t miss the octave drop in his voice, biting your tongue. Geto returns to work, his fingers digging into your skin and untying whatever knots your muscles carried for who knows how long. You allow yourself to sigh at the sensation, your brows knitting together from the pressure without the discomfort.

His hands travel lower, returning to previous areas with added strength until he reaches the small of your back. You try not to tense upon feeling his fingers graze the towel covering your bottom, but you can’t prevent the shaky moan from escaping your lips once his hold shifts to your hips.

Another pause from him: another apology from you.

“Nothing for you to be sorry about.” Your friend assures you, though you barely miss the light strain in his tone. “I’ll be working on your legs next, okay?”

You hum lightly, shifting from your spot as he passes what the towel covers. Your thoughts wander before you can put them on a leash, the pang of disappointment from the neglect of that area allowing your imagination to drift.

Would a massage there even feel good? Geto would undoubtedly find a way, his large hands practically blanketing each cheek. And his fingers—God, they were the stars of the show, finding the spots that needed the most attention and pushing every bit of tension out of your worn-out body. You’re confident his digits would be just as adventurous in other places.

You feel yourself clench around nothing and fear the handsome man above you possibly noticing. Shaking your head, you hope those thoughts fly out like fleas.

Geto stops. “Too much?”

“Hm?” You snap out of your daze. “Oh, no. I’m fine.”

The masseur’s hands glide up to your upper thighs, and you freeze, his hold remaining in place as he leans closer to your head.

“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t like it,” he says, his voice calm. “I can return the favour some other way.”

Your body moves before your brain can command it to. Or rather, stop it from doing so. Hastily, you raise your head from the cushion, your upper torso following suit as it twists to face your friend.

“I can take it.”

Silence. Too much of it for your liking. It has your stomach churning and your heart ramming against your ribs. Maybe it’s the heaviness in your body that follows you getting up too quickly, or your word choice. It could also be how Geto stares at you with parted lips, his eyes on you but not meeting your gaze.

Instead of further embarrassing yourself by speaking, you follow his focus, only to wish you hadn’t.

Your bra, long forgotten by you, barely hangs onto your body by its straps by your elbows, exposing your back as well as most of your chest. The lavender scent is no longer soothing, the heat on your face is dizzying, and you’d want nothing more than to run out the door if only your legs weren’t practically limp from your friend’s treatment. It doesn’t help that his hold on the back of your upper thighs hasn’t budged. If anything, it’s tightened, his grip making your clit jump.

You suppose you spoke too soon once the warmth of Geto’s touch disappeared from your legs, the masseur having moved to reach for your bra straps to pull them back up to your shoulders before you could process his actions. You blink, eyes trailing up to his face now adorning a rosy hue and soft lips pressed into a thin line. He’s so much closer, his breath barely fanning the top of your head. And if you aren’t forcing your gaze to meet his, you’re impulsively glancing back at his mouth.

With so much focus on the beautiful man, you don’t catch him slowly but surely leaning in.

The last discernable thing you catch is Geto’s lidded eyes darkening before he presses his lips against yours.

You don’t breathe. You forget to, just like how you leave your mouth slightly agape and your eyes wide open.

The ravenette pulls away quicker than he’d leaned in, and the corners of your lips twitch downwards. His brows furrow as he looks at you with a brighter flush on his handsome face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

No. You won’t let him regret his actions, not for your sake.

The sudden shift in perspective is alarming when, only moments ago, you feared ruining your relationship with your friend. Now, you’re shifting to sit on the massage table, grabbing Geto by his shirt collar, tugging him forward and slamming his lips onto yours. You groan at the impact, relaxing only a second later once he returns the kiss with just as much hunger.

But he’s still not close enough. His hold remains on your bra straps, making it harder for you to wrap your arms around his neck. It’s the only reason you pull back, locking eyes with him as you place your hands on his.

“Suguru,” you pant, chest heaving for air as your lids droop. Your following words stay trapped in your throat, the masseur having slid his hold higher up your shoulders to bring you back to the kiss. You squeak, the fervour behind his actions far more evident as his tongue teases your lower lip. He groans into your mouth, his thumbs caressing your skin as you invite him in, eager to have him even closer.

Your hands are still on top of Geto’s, you remember, and you slide his down your arms while he’s distracted by the kiss. (With how he’s swirling his tongue around yours, you aren’t sure you can call it a “kiss” anymore.)

You pull back hastily, not missing the string of saliva connecting your bottom lips before motioning for him to look down. His sharp eyes do so, blinking out of his haze as he sees how the cups of your bra no longer cover your breasts. You don’t recall when you stopped caring about your face burning like it was on fire, the pride in your chest and lust in your lower belly now the dominant sensations as he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful creature on the planet.

“Please,” he gulps, an unmissable strain in his voice. “Let me taste you.”

Even after the lewd makeout session, his words left your mouth cotton-dry. You can only kiss him again, guiding his hands to cup your breasts, your bra sliding off your arms.

When Geto pulls back, his lips reattach to your skin, trailing down your neck to the valley of your mounds. He lightly pushes you to lie down on the table, making yourself comfortable before plopping one of your nipples into his mouth, the other one between his fingers. Your own hands loosen his hair from its bun, the strands falling gracefully onto his broad back. They’re as soft as they look, your fingers streaming through the midnight locks like water past the pebbles in the river.

The masseur switches his treatment, the other nipple now teased by the grazing of his teeth while his large hand keeps the second breast from neglect. Your body feels hot, and the warmth of his mouth does little to soothe the issue. But with how much you’ve been rubbing your thighs together, you’d hardly consider this a problem now.

Your hands remain in his hair as Geto continues kissing down your body, stopping just at the apex of your thigh to peer at you with those dark pools for irises. One of his hands removes the towel from your lap, revealing your thin shorts underneath. He tugs at the waistband, silently asking for your permission. Your response consists of your hips rising from the table, and he’s quick to shimmy your remaining clothes off your body, stealing another passionate kiss from you in the process.

“I want nothing more than to hear every sound I get out of you,” your friend (can you still call him that?) pants, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards and his face flushed as he watches your reaction through hooded lids. You lean in, chasing his lips for another kiss. He stops you with a finger, and you hold back the whine squeaking from your throat. He chuckles. “But I’m going to need you to keep your voice down. Can you do that for me?”

You almost forgot that you’re in a public setting, even with the privacy of a closed door. Geto warmly smiles when you nod, and he lowers himself to face your crotch, helping you shift to let your legs dangle off the table. You find his eyes widening upon catching sight of your bare cunt already drooling your essence. The ravenette exhales shakily before planting a kiss on your clit, making you twitch. Your reaction makes him chuckle, and he licks long strips against your slit, moaning through his languid movements.

“What was that about being quiet?” You giggle breathily, leaning your weight on your hands. Geto pauses.

“Sorry, beautiful,” he whispers with a smile, tightening his hold on your thighs. “You taste like a dream.”

You throw your head back as your eyes flutter shut, his words and continued ministrations between your legs setting your body ablaze and your mind blank. It doesn’t help that he’s practically encouraging you to cage him tightly between your thighs, squeezing his head in place as he makes out with your cunt. Your hips grind into his touch, moving in tandem with his soft lips and warm tongue.

Even with his sensual movements, you can tell he’s holding back, if his tight hold on the fat of your thighs is any indication. Your hips grind into his touch, allowing him permission to feast on you how he’d like, gripping a fistful of his locks for further encouragement. And the masseur seems to have gotten the message, his tongue digging inside you while his nose nudges at your pearl.

Holding back your sounds of pleasure is already a challenge—warning the handsome male beneath you of your oncoming release doesn’t even seem possible, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as the sensation in your lower belly grows stronger.

And maybe Geto doesn’t need you to tell him. Or maybe, he’s just so lost in the taste of your essence that he’s decided to wrap his soft lips around your puffy clit and suck, the tip of his tongue flicking at the nub at the same time. Whatever the case, his actions do the trick, your hold on his head tightening as your legs shake while your jaw falls slack. The ravenette doesn’t falter, pushing himself closer to your cunt, his mouth working its magic and creating sounds that would embarrass you if it weren’t for the ringing in your ears.

Coming down from the high, plus the massage, has you losing your hold on yourself. Luckily for you, Geto quickly rises from his spot, catching you by the waist and pulling you into another kiss with a soft groan. Your taste on your tongue and the need for air make you dizzy, but you bring him closer regardless.

“‘M sorry,” he pants after ending the kiss, his chin shining with your slick. “Just had to show you how good you taste.”

You can only whimper in response, feathering kisses on his lips as you play with his hair. Geto happily lets you, his large hands mapping your torso and thighs as if burning every curve into his memory.

“Didn’t know this came with the free massage,” you mumble against his mouth, holding back a smile.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he purrs, moving you back down on your stomach like you weigh nothing. You hear the rustling of clothing, and before you can ask him what he’s doing, you feel a weight hovering over your figure. Familiar, large hands splay open on either side of your head while muscular thighs cage your legs in place. “Do you trust me?”

Something pokes your lower back, and you almost forget to answer with the masseur’s hot breath against your ear. You lift your hips to grind against his crotch with a whimper, hoping that’ll be more than enough for him.

Your actions make Geto laugh, and he teasingly nibbles at your earlobe. “Use your words, darling.”

It doesn’t help that he’s taken his tip to glide across your slit, collecting your juices as a lubricant. You twist your head to face him, one of your hands gripping on the cushion above you as a distraction.

“I’ve been waiting a lot longer for this moment than you know,” you confess meekly, watching as the ravenette’s eyes widen and lips part from your words. “And I don’t think I can keep it up any longer.”

You worry you’ve revealed too much too soon when you’re met with silence. But when that familiar smile and soft gaze grace Geto’s features, the nerves fluttering in your stomach evaporate.

The handsome male presses a kiss against your temple. “That makes two of us, then.”

With only a few seconds to register his confession, your heart does a doubletake before you feel Geto lead his cock into your heat, his hand gripping yours as reassurance. The subtly painful stretch that follows suit makes you grateful for the gesture, your insides splitting in half as he just keeps going in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling every vein graze against you.

The masseur notices, it seems, and he whispers encouraging words in your ear, giving you the occasional kiss on your shoulder.

“There you go,” he drawls quietly, his crotch meeting your ass. “Nice and full, aren’t you?”

You exhale shakily, feeling his strong chest pressed against your back. On rare occasions, when Geto wears tight-fitting shirts, you’re blessed with the sight of his chiselled physique, especially his back, since he can’t catch you ogling. The chance to leave your mark there, like an artist’s signature on a painted canvas, is one you’ve longed for. However, with the knot in your belly ready to snap without having him even move makes you grateful for the current position. Maybe next time you’ll get to see all of him.

Next time.

“Can I move, darling?” Geto's breath tickles your skin. “I’m afraid I won’t last too long with how you’re squeezing me.”

The almost boyish giggle he breathes out has your heart rocketing in your ribs. Your affirmation comes out weak, but the masseur hears it loud and clear. He reels his hips back, but it’s when he buries his shaft back into you that you feel your eyes roll back once more. Your jaw falls open, a moan slipping out as he sets a languid yet deep pace.

“We need to keep quiet, remember?” Geto shushes, his face buried in your neck. “My massages are good, but even outsiders might grow suspicious if you’re too loud.”

His soft laughter mixes with your pleading whine. “You’re not making it easy for me.”

The ravenette halts his movements, much to your dismay. Even with you wiggling your hips, he doesn't budge, and you’re about to ask him about the holdup before he beats you to it.

“You think it’s easy for me?” The soothing lilt of his voice is long gone, replaced with a low timbre that has you clenching around his girth. “I’ve got you milking me for all I’m worth, and we barely started. What do you think that does to me?”

You feel his teeth graze your skin, making you shiver as you try to regain friction between your legs. Geto's stronger than you, much stronger, and your movements don’t make him budge.

With a quivering sigh, you prop yourself on your forearms, and he retracts from his hiding spot in your neck. You face him, lids hanging low on your eyes and face warmer than it should be.

“Show me.”

With a smirk, Geto pulls himself out until only his tip remains before slamming back into you. You choke on a gasp, his pace and strength relentless as his hips slap against your ass, the sounds bouncing off the walls. You can’t even call him out on his hypocrisy as you bury your face into the table, hoping it’ll help mask your cries.

It doesn’t, of course. But Geto Suguru, ever the gentleman, carefully lifts your head by your neck and, while hovering over you, slams his lips against yours. The position isn’t the most comfortable, but you don’t find yourself complaining as he rams into you, filling you up and moulding your insides into the shape of his cock.

Your eyes don’t know what to do, from squeezing shut to crossing. At one point, you catch the door in your peripheral vision, and the thought of potentially getting caught has you clenching, your hand reaching for the masseur’s bicep and digging your nails into his pale skin.

Geto grunts. “You trying to make me cum, beautiful?”

His playful tone makes you whine, his pace never faltering as he sneaks one of his hands under you to grope one of your breasts. The toying of your nipple, along with the male’s relentless thrusts, fuels the coil in your belly, and what does the trick is him leaving his mark on your neck.

With a drawn-out gasp, your body stills, toes curling and tongue lolling out as your pussy convulses. You hardly notice Geto’s strokes growing sloppy, his whispered cursing going in one ear and out the other. Having him lead you to heaven is plenty for you.

Once you calm down, though, you feel like he’s pulled out too soon. You groan, your ears catching the light sounds of him shuffling from his spot above you, followed by a rapid squelching noise that has you peeking over your shoulder.

There, in all his naked glory, is Geto stroking his cock, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and eyes zeroed in on your figure.

“Shit, shit—” he cuts himself off with a gasp, ropes of cum shooting from his slit and landing on the back of your thighs. The sight alone has you clenching, the need for him inside you arising once more. “Oh, fuck—”

Anyone would grow angry at a mess thrown at them. You’re no different, just worse (the one time Gojo accidentally made you ruin your eyeliner is more than enough proof—the poor fool).

And yet, having painted your thighs white by Geto, his seed clinging to your oily (and now sweaty) skin, you somehow find yourself falling for him more.

“Suguru,” you slur, your eyelids fluttering as you allow your body to slump back onto the table. You feel his weight disappear before hearing footsteps grow louder. Through tired eyes, you’re face-to-face with his crotch, causing you to squeak as your upper body jolts up again.

“Sorry, sorry,” the masseur chuckles, crouching to meet you at eye level. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The atmosphere returns to the comforting one his work ought to bring, though a part of you finds yourself fidgety. The ravenette wipes away the evidence with a wet towel, and it’s enough to keep you in place and relaxed as he continues to take care of you.

Once done, he helps you sit up, keeping you steady as your legs dangle off the table.

“I think you fucked the bones out of me,” you croak, and Geto pauses midway from sliding your underwear back up your legs. He laughs a soft, boyish laugh, the melody bringing a smile to your lips and a warmth of embarrassment to your cheeks. “Is this what you had in mind by doing me a favour?”

He pecks your nose before resuming dressing you. “No, but I’m not complaining with the results.”

You hum, and the silence returns as he aids you with the rest of your clothes.

It isn’t until he’s slipping his boxers back on that you speak again. “You don’t give this kind of special treatment to the others?”

A witless, little joke on your part, though your tone didn’t match. Maybe it was the exhaustion that took charge or a sliver of self-consciousness that needed assurance that you had him all to yourself. Still, you press your lips into a thin line, awaiting his answer.

“To our friends or my clients?” he inquires, putting on the remainder of his clothes. “Either way, the answer’s no.” When you don’t say anything else, he approaches you, nudging his nose against yours. “Did you want me to?”

Your head snaps up to meet his amused gaze. “No!”

Geto's joking smile eases into a sincere one, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and embracing you.

“Perfect,” he breathes, pressing his lips to your temple. “Guess that means you’re the only one who gets my special treatment.” A pause, followed by a sheepish giggle. “As long as we do it outside of my job. I’d like to keep it, you know.”

From your position, you peer over his shoulder to where the door stands a few meters away, shut and locked but keeping you in suspense. With heat bubbling in your face, you hide in the crook of his neck.

“You technically never finished my massage,” you mumble against his skin, your hands tracing any muscle it can reach on his back. Geto pulls back from the hug, jutting his bottom lip as if pondering.

“I suppose you’re right,” he hums before another smile breaks onto his features. “Shall we continue back at my place, then?”

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PAIRING: timeskip!Rintarou Suna x fem!reader x timeskip!Miya Osamu

GENRE: smut (18+)

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome (polyamorous), fingering, oral (m receiving), double penetration, mlm relationship, handjobs, cum eating, creampie, voyeurism, consensual photo taking, praise kink, edging

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

SUMMARY: You and your lovers get creative with your home screens. All characters are 18+

Your lock screens are of three separate occasions.

Osamu’s is of you and Suna at Onigiri Miya. The shop owner’s hard work has finally paid off, and his store grew in popularity. You and the middle blocker popped by to celebrate the milestone, bringing a bouquet of amaryllis and some sweets for you three to share after closing. Your onigiri was on the house, and the two of you took advantage of the younger Miya’s generosity, munching away on various onigiri on the stools near the counter. The photo consists of you stuffing a half-eaten umeboshi into your mouth while the middle blocker swipes a grain of rice off your cheek.

Suna’s lock screen is of Osamu with his arm around your shoulder, the two of you sporting his jersey number. Your appearance shocked the middle blocker, as his upcoming match would’ve been on the other side of the country, and he was sure you two would be too busy to watch him play. You surprised him with front-row seats, cheering as loud as you two could and quickly gaining his attention during the first set. After winning the match, you hastily made your way to congratulate Suna, dragging Osamu with you. The brunet showed his gratitude by commenting on how ridiculous you two looked, opting to take photos as you happily posed.

Meanwhile, your lock screen consists of your lovers in an art museum. A date you planned out, you lead the way for them, explaining everything you knew about every painting and sculpture as if they couldn’t just read about them there. A particular painting that caught both of their attention convinced you to get them to pose for a photo. They eventually agreed, resting their chins on their fists while pursing their lips and furrowing their brows, as if trying to understand the artwork’s meaning.

Your home screens, however, were taken on the same evening.

It was all Suna’s idea, having gotten inspiration from scrolling through his camera roll. Osamu initially worried about others potentially catching a glimpse. To you, though, the opportunity dished itself out on a silver platter, and your very clear interest had his concern withering away.

Several minutes after the proposal, you three were in your bedroom, having already gone through with messy kisses and teasing bites as you stripped each other bare. It all happened so quickly that it made your head spin.

Now, you were settled between Suna’s muscular legs as he laid against the headboard, and it only got more difficult to think straight.

“Eyes up, bunny,” he hummed lazily. You obeyed, albeit shyly, and were greeted by your other lover prompted on the little loveseat near the foot of the bed, his dark eyes zeroed in on your spread legs as he aimed his phone at the display. The middle blocker brushed his nose against your shoulder. “Having second thoughts?”

“No,” you were quick to respond, taking a moment to breathe before opening your legs wider. You could feel his smile against your skin as he buried his face in the junction of your neck, his hand creeping down your body and between your thighs.

“Focus on the camera if you want a good pic,” Suna smirked, peering at the other male.

The latter scoffed, though there was no real malice behind it. “Easier said than done.”

And he was right, what with the leaking of your essence teasing his thoughts and luring his eagerness. The shop owner had half a mind to throw the phone away and have at it with both his lovers.

Instead, the younger Miya twin gulped as he steadied his hold on the device, his eyes squinting to keep focus as Suna easily slid a finger inside your sopping hole. The two men smirked at your mewling, and it was more than enough for the middle blocker to set a languid pace. Neither of them missed your hips snapping up to meet the excruciatingly slow rhythm, though it only made the brunet tighten his hold on your legs.

“Behave,” he tutted, pulling out momentarily to lightly tap your clit. You jolted with a silent cry, tears blanketing your waterline. “Photo or no photo, we gotta stretch you out first.”

Despite your hazy vision, you still caught sight of your other lover with his hand sliding down to his crotch, lazily palming himself at the display before him. It made your cunt clench, and you had to refrain from burying your face in Suna’s neck.

After what felt like far more than a few seconds, the athlete hummed in satisfaction before sliding back inside your pussy, this time, with two digits. With how long they are, it’s no surprise they reached your sweet spot as easily as they did. It’s how they curled just right, however, that made you gasp. The steady beats of him probing where you needed it forced you to hold still, fearing he’d stop again.

“Any day now,” Suna drawled, his gaze trailing up to his former teammate as he continued creating the squelching noises between your legs. The sounds only grew louder as he added to his speed and force, his palm making contact with your clit as he brought his lips to your ear. “Gonna sit still and look pretty, won’t you, bunny?”

You could only whimper your confirmation as the pleasure provided occupied the majority of your thoughts. With your gaze shielded by a mist, you could hardly see Osamu merely a few feet away from you. Then again, part of you was grateful; being able to properly see the camera aimed at your naked frame would just about make you explode, especially knowing that thousands of pixels would keep this moment alive.

Your attempts didn’t seem to be enough, however, as you felt another rough hand on your skin—this time, cupping your chin, a calloused thumb pushing past your quivering lips and forcing your mouth open. Your tongue twitched against the digit, a whine slipping out as your body grew warmer.

The snapshots, as subtle as they were, weren’t quiet enough for your ears to miss. Your eyes tingled as tears teased their downfall, working alongside your dizziness as the middle blocker continued his assault.

What finally made you let out a cry was not your long-awaited orgasm, but the feeling of emptiness following the disappearing pleasure.

Suna’s chuckle felt downright cruel after having removed his fingers from inside you, the bubbling in your lower abdomen simmering away.

“Noooo,” you whined, your voice quivering as you threw your head back to rest on the middle blocker’s shoulder.

“Patience, bunny.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, and you could feel the smirk against your skin. “Once we’re all done here, we’ll keep making you cum until you pass out. Now,” the brunet pats your thigh, slowly slipping past you as he and his former teammate trade places, “do your best for the next pic, ‘kay?”

The last part sent heat straight to your face as Osamu chuckled at your state, the ravenette swiftly removing his boxers before throwing them elsewhere in the room and settling onto the edge of the bed. You crawled toward his large frame, and he grabbed your chin to pull you into a sweet kiss, humming into your mouth. By the time you separated, Suna had his phone ready to capture a moment of your intimacy.

“Ready, angel?” asked the younger twin, his large hand caressing your face. The spreading of his muscular thighs was a subtle movement, but it was enough to make your eyes dart downwards, catching sight of his hard and heavy cock dribbling precum from the slit.

Saliva pooled onto your tongue as you nodded mindlessly, swallowing heavily before dropping to the shaft’s level.

Laying on your side in a fetal position wasn’t the most comfortable way for you to take your lover in your mouth, but there weren’t many options for you to do so while having your face visible to Suna’s phone. You instead decided to distract yourself by doing an extra good job for Osamu, who exhaled shakily as you offered kitten licks to his tip.

“Good girl,” he sighed, his head tilting to the side as his dark eyes watched you. Those two words were more than enough to keep you going, your mouth taking more of his thick cock as your tongue danced across a prominent vein. The action earned you a guttural moan from him, and your other lover cursed under his breath. With their sounds sending heat straight to your cunt, your eyes trailed to the athlete on the loveseat. He caught your gaze, seemingly understanding your silent message as he better focused his device on you before you took a deep breath from your nose.

You must have gagged before the tip hit the back of your throat, you were sure. Drool oozed down Osamu’s cock the more of it you took, further stretching your lips as you aimed for your goal of reaching his base. You almost didn’t hear the snapping of photos as you continued your struggle, but it wasn’t until the former wing spiker bucked his hips and forced your eyes to roll to the back of your head that you knew Suna got plenty of material.

“All right,” he drawled, admiring the display through the camera. “That’s enough for now.”

You whined, the vibrations making Osamu hiss before you slowly slipped him out of your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected his tip to your bottom lip, and he broke that bridge by pulling you back into another steamy kiss. It was short, allowing you room to catch your breath while your lover peered at the other.

“Didn’t have t’edge me just ‘cause ya did the same for her, ya know,” the Miya twin grunted, his thick brows somewhat furrowed. Suna only offered a nonchalant shrug before smirking, his features growing more fox-like.

“Patience is a virtue, ya know.” There was a light taunt in the athlete’s impression of a Kansai accent as he placed his phone on the nightstand, making his male lover huff.

“Yer one to talk.”

The slight bickering ceased once the brunet joined you on the bed, his sharp eyes scanning your face for discomfort.

“How’re you feeling, bunny?” His tone dropped to something much softer, his hand cradling your face while his thumb swiped some precum from the corner of your swollen lips. “Wanna keep going?”

Your eyes glazed over with affection as you stared at him with a smile. “Yeah.”

Both men copied your expression, each holding one of your hands for comfort. It wasn’t long until the middle blocker’s softness morphed into a more mischievous one.

“Well, now it’s our turn to pose,” he said, pulling back to stand straight and hook his thumbs under his boxer’s waistband. “Consider it your break before we get to the real deal.”

A shot of energy surged through your veins at the implications, and you got up from your spot on the mattress to grab your phone, wobbling as you did so. Osamu, luckily, had his arms out, ready to catch you should you fall. He made sure you got to the loveseat safely.

Once you were settled, Suna was fully nude, erect cock free of its restraints as it occasionally twitched. The athlete made himself comfortable looming over his boyfriend, resting his hands on the other’s shoulders.

Osamu’s eyes remained on you as he held onto the brunet’s waist. “Whaddya want us t’do, sweetheart?”

You hadn’t thought that far ahead. To be honest, you were more focused on the sexual activities themselves than the photography aspect, and your lips pursed as you pondered.

“Surprise me,” you answered somewhat sheepishly, not wanting to spend too much time coming up with ideas. “I’m sure you’ll both look great regardless.”

Your response earned you a grin from the former athlete and an amused hum from the current one before they faced each other and leaned in for a kiss. You almost forgot about the phone in your hand as you watched your lovers moan into each other’s mouths, pressing their lips harder together as they embraced. Suna climbed onto the bed, pushing Osamu further back to make room for himself without disconnecting.

Every moment between them was picture-perfect, but you couldn’t find it in you to snap a photo, afraid of missing even a second of their love. You especially couldn’t peel your eyes away when the younger twin brought both cocks together, languidly jerking them together while the brunet bucked his hips in tandem.

Take the damn photo.

Easier said than done when your eyes were stuck on a masterpiece with your thumb refusing to move from its spot above the button. Both men progressed their sloppy makeout session as Suna pushed Osamu to lay on the mattress, strong thighs on top of strong thighs as the roll of their hips became more apparent.

“Take as many photos as you want, bunny.” His focus remained on the lover below him, but the middle blocker’s words were obviously for you.

“I can do this all day,” the ravenette chimed with shallow breaths. Strangely enough, they managed to snap you back from whatever lustful heaven you were floating in to get you to take their photo. Multiple photos at that, your finger pressing the button with barely one-second intervals in between to make sure nothing came out blurry. Even once you stopped, your boyfriends’ pace didn’t falter.

“Got it?” Suna hummed, his eyes even more narrow than usual as he focused on his pleasure.

“I think so,” you breathed, leaving your phone on the loveseat before leaning towards your partners. Your home screen can wait. “Can I join now?”

The whine in your voice made Osamu chuckle, only cutting himself off with a groan when the brunet’s hips halted. The shop owner reached his arm out to you. “C’mere.”

You quickly crawled towards him, your head swooping down to press your lips against his with a keen. Suna sighed at the sight, his body no longer pressed against the other male as he lightly pumped his cock at the display before him.

Without breaking the kiss, the ravenette flipped your body to have you on your back, the middle blocker aiding by slipping a pillow under your head. Even with the two no longer playing volleyball together, they still know how to work as a team.

You were breathless, but you didn’t dare pull away as Osamu slid his tongue into your mouth, toying with yours as he shifted between your legs. The bed dipped near your head, a pair of muscular thighs trapping you between them. From your peripherals, you could see Suna peering down at you with hooded lids and a smirk, his cock back at full mast and close to your face.

The air finally found its home in your lungs when the kiss ended, though you had little time to catch your breath before the brunet tapped your swollen lips with his tip. A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, and you panted as you eagerly took him down your throat. With a drawn-out moan, you were quick to cover as much of his shaft as possible with your saliva, your tongue swirling around the girth.

Meanwhile, Osamu had his tip aiming at your cunt, tapping at your clit before slowly diving into your dripping pussy. You gagged the further he stretched you out, leading to a chain reaction of Suna groaning at the vibrations dancing along his dick. You gripped onto the middle blocker’s thighs for support, digging your nails into his skin as your other lover’s navel reached yours. You couldn’t help but shiver as he decided to remind you of his size by pressing a large hand down on your lower belly.

“Ya feel that, pretty girl?” he rasped, his thumb caressing your skin. You could only moan, your mouth still full as Suna thrusted softly into your throat.

“You trying to make me cum early?” he huffed lowly, his fingers mindlessly tracing your throat. You whimpered an apology, not that you could do much else.

“Cut her some slack,” Osamu hummed, beginning to thrust languidly. His hands slid up your body, finding your breasts and toying with your nipples with a half-smile. “She can’t help it if she’s good at takin’ cock.”

His comment brought heat to your face, though it only encouraged you to take more of Suna’s shaft into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. The action earned you a groan from the athlete, followed by him mumbling, “Can’t argue with that,” under his breath.

It wasn’t long until your lovers quickened their pace, Osamu’s dick finding your sweet spot while Suna’s hit the back of your throat. Even through your intense gagging and squelching, you could hear the sound of lips smacking and deep moans. From your position, you couldn’t watch your lovers exchange acts of lust, but with them connecting their bodies through yours, you supposed you couldn’t complain.

You felt your legs lift off the duvet and onto broad shoulders before the pounding between your thighs grew in intensity. Your cries remained muffled, and it wasn’t many seconds later until the middle blocker stilled above you, spilling hot ropes of semen into your mouth. You did your best to swallow it all, careful not to choke on the quantity and girth as it just kept coming. You wouldn’t be surprised if his thighs were bleeding from how deeply you were digging your nails into them, though Suna’s voiced many times before how he loves showing off his marks to anyone who caught sight of them in the locker room.

Osamu only momentarily slowed his pace to allow his male lover to slide out of your mouth, his hands caressing your legs as you gulped copious amounts of air. It wasn’t until Suna shifted to your side and your breathing regulated that the former wing spiker proceeded with his actions, wrecking your insides like it was his life’s mission.

“Feels so good, princess,” he groaned, his strokes growing sloppy. “‘M so close. Ya gonna let me cum inside, yeah? Fill ya to the brim?”

You nodded your head rapidly, only managing to hiccup in response. Suna chuckled at your state, the athlete reaching for his phone on the nightstand once more and pointing it at where you and Osamu connected.

You weren’t sure where to focus, though with your lover abusing your sweet spot, you supposed the decision was already made for you. Then, Suna decided to help by rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit, and your back arched off the mattress. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your voice trapped in your raw throat as your pussy convulsed around your boyfriend’s thick cock.

“Shit!” you heard Osamu hiss. “Shitshitshitshit—”

He joined you moments later, doing exactly what he asked and emptied every drop his balls had to offer. The warmth spilling inside you brought your voice back, and you slurred both your lovers’ names as your orgasm continued to attack your body.

You dropped onto the mattress as soon as it ended, panting heavily as you tried to get the room to stop spinning. Osamu pulled out, and you caught sight of Suna aiming his phone at your spent cunt, a smile creeping onto his face as the former’s cum seeped out of your hole.

Everything was a blur.

You could only pout at your screen as you swiped through each photo you took, none of them sharp enough to use as a home screen. You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised, having been more focused on the display than capturing it.

“What’s up?” Osamu asked, peeking at you from the corner of his eye. His phone was in his hand, his attention no longer on the device as he pulled you closer into his embrace.

Suna paused his actions, peering over your shoulder on your other side before grinning.

“Didn’t get any good pics, huh?” His chuckles made your brows furrow. “Guess we’ll just have to do everything all over again.”

You didn’t miss how his voice dropped an octave at the suggestion, and your face grew warm as Osamu nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“It’s just one pic,” you grumbled, your thighs subconsciously pressed together. “We can make it quick.”

Suna shook his head, showing you his screen. “You’re not the only one who messed up, bunny.”

Your lips pursed as you swiped through his photos, noticing the similarities of blurriness with your own. You felt a smirk tug at Osamu’s mouth, and your frown deepened. The middle blocker never missed an opportunity to capture a moment on his device; making a mistake–this many, at that–was downright impossible for him.

Before you could point it out, Osamu was copying his former teammate’s actions, his eyes on your phone while showing you his screen.

“What a coincidence.” He feigned innocence as you saw his unfocused photos, your eyes widening in realization. You couldn’t even voice your anger, what with their hands creeping up your thighs and the heat pooling in your lower belly. With the knowing look they shared, it was safe to assume they knew how you felt. Osamu moved to your ear. “Strike a pose for us, won’t you?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #hq #haikyuu #haikyu #anime #manga #suna rintarou #suna smut #suna x reader #haikyu smut #smut #miya osamu #osamu smut #osamu x reader #inarizaki

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creative-crybaby · 5 months

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this has to be canon cuz i said so

🔞 (MDNI) Dating a freak Choso

He just... doesn't do normal things. He does strange and unconventional shit, but it's wonderful to observe him in his habitat; because Choso is very much in his little Choso habitat.

You ask for a kiss, so he leans in and you think he's gonna press his lips against yours — but no, he bites down on your bottom lip and leaves a teeth mark. He grabs your jaw and gives you an open-mouthed, erotic kiss but pretends it's wholesome, not horny. When he thinks you look really cute, he doesn't just simply compliment you — no, he licks your cheek like a puppy. If you're not paying attention to him, he wiggles his tongue into your ear. If you say your hands are cold, he grabs them and stuffs them down his pants to get warmth.

When you beg for him to put it in, he slaps his heavy cock on your clit instead. If you scream his name, he grunts and thrusts into you harder and says "Keep screaming my name, it's getting me close." in a husky voice. When he rolls off you in an exhausted sweat after cumming, he pants for a while before saying "Shit, baby, that pussy knocked me out." and 5 minutes after sex he's playing video games while you hardcore fall asleep. Dick from Choso always puts you to sleep fast, forget about round two — you're sleeping (lol) and he'll be holding you with one arm, muscles subtly twitching as he plays on his gameboy.

#love my lil freak #love him so much i wanna put him in my titty pocket

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creative-crybaby · 6 months

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yeah

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creative-crybaby · 7 months

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Two years on this app, sharing my disgusting lil fantasies with you 🥰🥰🥰

#2 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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creative-crybaby · 8 months

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when geto said gojo was his best friend because he assumed gojo hated him now. and when gojo said geto is his best friend, even tho he killed him a few days before. and when the jjk0 novel called geto's erasure of himself for the sake of his goals a curse only gojo could bear. and when gojo said love is the most twisted curse of all because he knew he cursed geto by being unable to let him go, just like yuta did to rika. and when geto asked to be cursed in his last moments because he didnt find himself worthy of kindness from the man he hurt the most. and when gojo didnt answer, since there was no point in explaining to geto he already had cursed him, but through love. and when after 10 years spent coming to terms with the idea of letting geto go, gojo was still unable to do it completely, and that caused him to be sealed. and when the love of two men who were together for only three years was the cause of the collapse of a whole society-

#ugly crying rn #alexa play mr.loverman by ricky montgomery #satosugu

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creative-crybaby · 8 months

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Yes plz 🥰🥰🥰

AU where Dabi works that the crematorium that neighbour's Hawks' pizza workplace. 9-5, minimum wage. They're both so tired.

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creative-crybaby · 8 months

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gojo has an album on his phone called mukbang and it’s just videos of him eating you out

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creative-crybaby · 9 months

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*SIGH* thinking about adding jjk into my fic writing palette...

#they just HAD to draw Toji like that #and geto #and gojo #damnit AND CHOSO #I'd include mei mei if i didnt find out about that THING in the manga #but at least we also have nanami :)

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Make Love to the Camera

PAIRING: sub!Takami Keigo (Hawks) x femdom!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: pegging, mommy kink, nipple play, anal fingering, praise kink, use of sex toys (strap-on), oral (on a sex toy), very brief feminization, light cock slapping (like, once), size kink, dacryphilia, consensual filming + photos

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SUMMARY: Take a photo, it'll last longer. And with how beautiful your boyfriend is, you can't help but follow that saying.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: wrote this for @dabihawksluva's PegHawks2023 collab! Thank you for the opportunity to ruin him ❤️

He’s ethereal.

This isn’t unheard of, much less to him. Fans, interviewers—no one can deny his beauty. His charisma, which comes with his easygoing attitude, adds to his popularity, and it all manages to shine through even when he doesn’t need to speak.

If Takami Keigo isn’t fighting villains or saving civilians, he’s improving his image in other ways. Interacting with fans during his paroles, bumping up the charm during interviews—he even models on the side. The camera loves him.

Then again, so do you.

“Thanks for showing up,” he smiles, approaching you immediately at the start of his short break. “It means a lot.”

Your heart flutters as you see him physically relax, and you copy his expression. “Of course.” You hand him a water bottle, which Takami gladly accepts. “You look amazing out there.”

He stops drinking, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as a soft pink dusts his cheeks. “You think so?”

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes playfully. “Like you don’t already know.”

“Still,” he sips a bit more before twisting the cap back on, “it’s different coming from you.”

The corners of your lips rise, and you lean in teasingly. “I call you handsome and pretty all the time.”

“And I fall for you every time.”

It’s your turn to feel the warmth radiating off your face, that grin forcing itself onto your lips.

You don’t get a chance to come up with a comeback as several people butt in to touch up his hair and makeup. Takami pays them no mind, used to the attention, though his soft gaze remains on you. It’s enough to ease your frustration; they’re just doing their jobs, you know this, but having them all so close to your hero when he finally gets a break is affecting your brain the way nails on a chalkboard affect one’s ears.

He notices because, of course, he does, and everyone stops what they’re doing with the raise of his hand and a charming smile. The Pro Hero steps toward you, leaning forward until only a few inches separate you.

“I’ll see you tonight?” It’s more of a statement than a question, but with golden pools softly gazing into yours, you find yourself nodding. Takami smiles reassuringly. “Until this is over, keep your eyes on me, okay?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just pecks your temple before heading back to the set. Your focus follows his frame, finding him throwing you a glance over his shoulder with a wink.

You don’t, can’t, look away for the rest of the shoot.

“I’m home.”

The words come out somewhat sluggish as you hear the window close seconds later. You save your page in the book before placing it on the nightstand, dismounting the bed to follow that familiar voice. Its owner meets you halfway, blocking the bedroom entrance with its lean frame and tired eyes.

“Hey, pretty bird,” you smile sympathetically. Like magic, your words make some of his exhaustion disappear. Takami fixes his posture as he greets you back just as quietly and lovingly. You pull him into an embrace, and he slumps once more. “Long day?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he chuckles against your skin.

You pull back to face him. “You were great during the shoot.”

Your hand cradles his cheek, making him croon as your thumb gently rubs his tanned skin. He shifts his head to kiss your palm. “Of course, you’d say that.”

“I mean it,” you pout. The Pro Hero chuckles again at your reaction, pulling you back into the hug and peppering kisses on whatever exposed skin his lips can find. You sigh at his gentle touch. “Want me to prepare a bath for you?”

“You saying I smell bad?” muses your lover. You groan, and he laughs, the rumbling from his chest vibrating against your body. The joyful sound eventually disappears, but you can feel his smile against your skin. “I’d rather just stick with you for now, thanks.”

You hum, your hands soothingly rubbing his back and making his wings puff ever so slightly. The subtle movement has the corners of your lips twitching upwards, though you remain silent for a few extra seconds.

“Anything in particular you wanna do?” you ask, pulling back a bit. The battle between you and the ever-growing smile ends with you losing, and your teasing expression is impossible to misread. “You’ve been working really hard lately. I think you deserve to be spoiled, even just a little bit.”

Your implications have a bright red spreading across the Pro Hero’s face, his wings twitching as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours. You have to refrain from cooing at his bashful expression, feeling lucky and prideful that you’re the only one that can gain a reaction like that from him.

“You’re not even trying to be subtle,” Takami mumbles, brows creasing. You snicker when you notice the tips of his ears matching his face in colour, and he pouts. Your smile only grows while he remains silent for a few more seconds. “C’mon, you know what I want…”

You pull back, eyelids hooded. “I don’t think I do.”

“Don’t make me say it…”

“Say what?” More silence on his end, smugness on yours. You know what he wants–you want it just as much–and you’ll gladly give it to him. The fact that you can get him to squirm for a bit is a little treat for yourself. You cup his face with both hands. “Use your words, handsome.”

You’re cradling him in your hold, your boyfriend whining at your dragging. You can feel the heat radiating from his face, warming your hands as he forces his gaze onto yours.

The next couple of seconds happens in a flash. Takami grabs your wrists, pulling them away from his cheeks and towards him, slamming his lips against yours. You yelp into the kiss, his strong arms wrapping around your torso to keep you in place. Still, you comply with his sudden affection, tangling your fingers into his hair and gaining a soft moan from him.

Your lover breaks the kiss, breathless and even redder than before. “Touch me.”

It’s good enough for you, and you tug him back for more as you lead him to your bed, helping him remove his clothes while his feathers fly out of the way.

Takami’s unbuckling his belt by the time the back of your knees hit the foot of the bed. You pull away from the kiss, hastily throwing the remainder of his clothes away, as well as some of yours, before leading him onto the mattress. With him on his back and you hovering over him in your undergarments, both panting and warm and needy, you resume your makeout session, allowing each other’s hands to touch whatever parts of the other they can grab onto.

You remove your lips from his own to suck on his neck when you feel his cock poking your inner thigh. A quivering whine graces your ears, and the Pro Hero places his hands on your hips.

“Can’t wait any longer,” he says desperately. You stop your actions to look at him, and his eyes plead with you just as, if not more, than his words. “I’ve been good, haven’t I? For all I know, the Commission might want me back out there. Another second of this and I’ll lose it.”

You’re surprised more by his ability to remain coherent than his words. If his touch and gaze are anything to go by, he’s not lying.

Then again, you share those sentiments, and you offer him a sincere expression with a matching apology.

With a final peck to his forehead, you then trail open-mouthed kisses down his chest until you reach one of his nipples, plopping it into your mouth and letting your tongue dance around it. Takami gasps, and it’s more than enough encouragement to tweak at the other bud, matching your mouth’s pace.

“I can’t help myself,” you apologize again after momentarily detaching from your lover. “I promise I’ll start soon. I just want to get a few more noises out of you.”

Because yes, you share those sentiments, but along with them, you carry selfish ones.

You’re back to your ministrations, making him bite his lip and squirm under your touch.

“Please, just get the strap,” he begs, his voice wavering. “I said it, okay? I promise I’ll be good if you just touch me already. Just… please…”

The slight crack at the end convinces you, though you’d have loved to toy with him a bit more.

Pulling back, you wipe a stray tear from his cheekbone. Based on his rapid blinking, he didn’t seem to notice he was crying.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, slowly getting off him. “I’ll get to it. But in the meantime, I’d like you to keep up what I was doing.” you take his wrists, leading his hands to his chest before fully dismounting the bed. You look back at him with a soft expression almost unfitting for the current situation. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

The Pro Hero nods, and you reach for a box under the bed before placing it on your vanity (courtesy of your loving boyfriend). It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for in it: a crimson, nine-inch dildo with an equally bold harness, as well as some lube.

Taking what you need, you strip yourself of your underwear before strapping the toy on. You approach your lover, who complies with your command and rubs his nipples as he watches you with want. He stops touching himself as his gaze wanders south, the sheer length and girth making him gulp as if he hasn’t had it inside him before.

You chuckle at his reaction, sitting on the mattress. “Come lay your head on my lap, sweetheart.”

Takami perks up at the command, quick to crawl toward your frame and snuggle into the fat of your thighs. He sighs against your skin, practically disregarding the fake cock mere centimetres away from his face. You smile lovingly at him, raking your fingers through his golden locks. From the corner of your eye, you catch him shifting into a curled-up position, bringing his body closer to yours.

“This should work for prep,” he tells you from his spot, turning his head to peer up at you with almost childishly proud eyes. The hand in his hair glides down his neck to his shoulder blades to play with his wings, making him shudder.

“It should,” you agree, dragging your fingertips lightly against the sensitive base. Your boyfriend moans, his cock twitching against your hip. You hand him the bottle of lube, and even in his descent to wonderland, his brows furrow at the object. “And you’ll be taking care of it.”

His face drops as he pouts, an almost silent whimper escaping his throat as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “I thought you said you wanted to treat me?”

“Of course, I do,” you coo, refraining from giving in. “But you know I can’t help how pretty you are when you get needy.” The look he gives you tells you he isn’t convinced, so take your hand from his back to cup his chin. “I promise I won’t hold back once you’re all prepped up for me, okay?”

He stares at you for a bit. “Promise?”

“Absolutely.”

The sincerity in your tone and gaze seems to be enough for Takami as he takes the lube from your grip, removing the cap and oozing a generous amount of liquid onto his fingers. You keep your eyes on his hand, watching intently as it falls past his thighs and cock, a whine slipping through his lips. You can’t see him stretch himself open, though his reactions are more than enough to keep you satisfied. You almost feel selfish; even with this moment being all about him, you’re dragging things on for your own pleasure, not wanting to miss a second of your lover falling apart.

Your greed doesn’t stop there as you catch a glimpse of your phone on the nightstand.

“Mind if I record you?” you ask softly, caressing his cheekbone for good measure. “I just wanna look at you forever.”

The Pro Hero doesn’t stop his ministrations as he gives you the go-ahead, and you gently lift his head to reach for your phone. Giving your thanks, you help him shift positions to kneel before you, his fingers continuing to work their magic on his hole.

With the dildo’s base in one of your hands and the device in the other, you give him a look that tells him everything he needs to know.

Takami opens his mouth wide, allowing you to tap the fake dick’s head on his awaiting tongue before slowly sliding the silicone shaft down his throat. As soon as his lips wrap around the toy, you press record, aiming the camera at your boyfriend’s lewd display.

“Good boy,” you sigh, eyelids drooping as he sets a languid pace bobbing his head. His tongue dances along the underside of the red cock, you notice, and you’re more than sure you’d be a goner had it been your real dick.

Your boyfriend moans around the shaft, making direct eye contact with the lens on your phone as he takes more into his mouth, his gaze sultry yet pathetic. He knows what he’s doing—of course, he does. Though with his photoshoots being at most somewhat sensual, seeing him like this with no one else around makes pride swell in your chest and lust swirl in your lower belly.

Despite your shallow breaths, you’re surprised that your hold on your phone remains stable. Even when Takami’s lips reach the base and his gags to your ears, you don’t miss any of it while recording.

It isn’t until you notice his thighs tense that you end the video.

“I think you’re ready now,” you say, slowly slipping the dildo out of his mouth. The Pro Hero heaves, nodding at your words as tears cascade down his flushed face. You wipe them away, giving him a break as your gaze softens at his beautifully dishevelled appearance. “Just lay on your back, and I’ll take care of the rest. Okay, pretty?”

He quietly moans as he changes his position, opening his legs to allow you to nestle between them. The bottle of lube is back in your hold as you lather the liquid onto your already-wet strap-on. You barely put on a show, but it doesn’t stop your lover from exhaling shakily at the display.

Tossing the bottle elsewhere on the bed, you hit the record button once more before aiming your tip at his rimmed entrance. You shift the camera’s focus to Takami’s face, watching it contort from the invasion while a gasp slips past his swollen lips. With only an inch or two inside him, you wait for him to relax, shushing him while rubbing his thigh soothingly.

It’s only when his heaving subsides that you shift your focus to between the Pro Hero’s legs, his hole stretched open and his cock hard against his abdomen and leaking precum. A grin spreads across your face, and you sink the toy deeper inside him. His whimpers make you bite your lip, holding back your own sounds of pleasure.

Once you bottom out, you zoom in on where your fake dick disappears with your phone, glancing up at your boyfriend only to find him covering his face with his arm. It’s enough to ease the ache of your cheeks from smiling so widely, but you don’t frown, either. Instead, you gently slap his cock—not too hard to cause harm, though it certainly earns you a mix of a moan and a sob.

“Don’t hide from me, baby,” you chastise, lightly rubbing his shaft as an apology. Takami whimpers, hesitantly removing his arm from his face, still red and moist from sweat and tears. Your smile returns, and your hold on his dick leaves as his on his thighs appear. “I wanna see and hear all of you, okay?”

Your boyfriend nods with a gulp. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” you parrot all too sweetly, raising your brows knowingly at him.

A pause.

Takami mewls. “Yes, Mommy.”

You coo at his pathetic tone, reeling your hips before slamming back in. Your pace is rapid and immediately set; you’ve made him wait long enough.

Taken aback by your force, the Pro Hero tightens his hold on his thighs, digging his nails into his skin as he allows the wanton cries to escape his throat. Even with more tears glossing his vision, he manages to keep his eyes open. The blush on his face spreads to his neck as his body shines with a sheer layer of sweat. The sight alone is dizzying for you, but you’ll be damned if you stop now.

“You take me so well,” you huff with a smile, brows knitted together in concentration. You wonder if he can hear you over the wet pap pap pap of your hips colliding, the lube creating a thin ring at the base of your strap-on. “Practically a–ngh!–natural. If being a hero doesn’t work out, you could… you could make a living off of taking my cock.” Takami whines at the idea as you push at his inner thigh to further spread his legs. You focus on the mess you’ve made and how easily the toy disappears inside him, moaning at the lewd sight. “Would you like that, baby? Be Mommy’s little porn star?” More whimpers from the Number 2 Hero. “Your fans would sell their souls to see you shirtless. Imagine–hah–what they’d do to see you like this.”

He keens with a hiccup, and you grin widely, your body on autopilot as you zoom in on his face. Just as flushed as when you started, Takami’s cheeks shine with the remnants of his tears as they continue to fall, his eyes layered with a mist as they cross ever so slightly. If you look closely, you’re sure to find hearts in his pupils, his glossy and rosy lips twitching upwards as drool seeps down his chin.

You’re right: his fans would do anything just to catch a glimpse of him in this state.

And you get to experience it all for free.

The passing thought gives you more than enough adrenaline to go faster and harder, angling your hips slightly differently to hit the spot that makes him shriek almost girlishly. He’s so perfect; you want to cry. You want to keep fucking him silly, and you want to ride him until your legs lose all feeling. You want to destroy him, mind, body and soul, and you want to press your lips against his while cradling his face.

You want all of him.

“Mommy,” Takami gasps, his hips twitching. “‘M close, so fucking close…” He cuts himself off with a wanton mewl, taking a moment to collect himself despite your brutal attack on his prostate. “Can I—can I cum?”

Hearing someone of such high status, someone every citizen looks at with such high regard, ask for permission with a trembling voice, you feel more powerful than any villain. And with how your cunt clenches at the mere sight of him in his miserable glory, you’re sure you ought to be classified as one, too.

But for now, you’ll show mercy, albeit recorded for his humiliation. “Make a mess for me, baby bird.”

The next few seconds happen in slow motion as you watch Takami’s eyes roll to the back of his head while his jaw falls open. Splatters of creamy white decorate his abdomen and chest, with a couple of drops reaching his chin as he squeezes around the toy. You help him ride his orgasm while making sure to catch every moment on your phone, only ending the video once his body relaxes. Your gaze softens, and you snap a few extra photos. You could make one of them your home screen later.

You shush him as he regulates his breathing, leaning forward to place your phone on the nightstand before brushing some of his hair out of his sweaty face. Once he appears somewhat calmer, you move back to rest your hands on his hips to slide the strap out of him, your lover hissing as you do so. Every step of the way, you whisper sweet nothings to him.

“Such a good boy for me,” you coo after removing the harness. You then lay next to him, and Takami whines, making you smile, tilting his head to face you. Tear stains ghost his cheeks while wet lashes clump together, his plump lips glossy with the spit as his blush fades to a subtle pink hue. He’s beautiful; it’s not fair. “Wait here. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

You make quick work of doing so. Wet cloth, water bottle, whatever you can get your hands on in a short amount of time. And after wiping away the evidence of your activities from the Pro Hero’s handsome face and sculpted build and getting him to drink up, you help him sit to pull him into your embrace.

Takami pouts, tugging at your bra strap. “Still got this on?”

With a roll of your eyes, you remove the last article of clothing from your warm body, and a wolfy grin spreads across his face. He’s back to hugging you, this time burying himself in your chest.

You sigh. “Was I too rough on you?”

Still pressed against you, the Pro Hero shakes his head no. He only slightly pulls back to peer up at you, his expression somewhat more serious.

“Was I a good model for you?” he asks. You can hear the teasing tone in his voice, though there’s an antsiness to his gaze that awaits for your approval. With a soft laugh and a smile to match, you then kiss his head.

“The best.”

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