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Streamer!Kenma who'd love it when you take him during his streams.

It started off as a joke between the both of you about how you could probably blow him him off from under the desk during one of his streams but truth is kenma was shamefully turned on by the idea of having you suck him off while he tried to mask his emotions and not get caught by his fans.

It did surprise him when you actually brought up the idea just before he was about to go live and carried it out just as you said you would, poor kenma wasn't sure how he'd ever be able to control himself from going insane but still tried his best to maintain his posture.

He grew hard with anticipation of whats about to come next but also tried to focus on whats being displayed on his computer screen all the while you took your sweet time messing around with him and leaving gentle touches around his groin causing him to shift in discomfort.

You then slowly began to thug on the waistband of his pants pulling it down along with his briefs just enough for his dick to spring out in front of your face. Taking him in your hands you began slowly stroking his length and placing gentle kisses at the tip before taking him completely in ur mouth just then you felt kenma's hand grabbing your hair and holding you still as you quickly looked up to see bits of his face while most of his face was hidden by the desk, you could still make out by his expressions that he was having a hard time maintaining his cool.

Kenma was unbelievably turned on and having you stop just as soon as he was getting into it wasn't really what he wanted to do but if you continued like that he was sure he'd crack and embarrass himself in front of all his fans by moaning out loud or something even worse than that if possible but he also didn't want you to stop. He thought for a moment about how he could have you stop and continue his stream or maybe have one of the best orgasm's of his life. So without another thought, being completely blinded by lust at the moment he shamelessly let his grip lose on your hair signalling you to continue.

Feeling his grip loosen as he went back to focusing his screen and carrying on the live as he usually does, you quickly got back what you were doing and sucked him off just the way you knew would drive him closer to his high. licking a strip from the bottom of his shaft to the tip giving it a quick kiss and then using your saliva as lubricant to take him further into your mouth and doing your best to get him off.

Continuing this for a while, you soon felt him twitch in your mouth you quickly fasten your pace looking up to see bits of kenma's expressions only to find him trying hard to bite back a moan as he probably had his eyes glued to the screen, but just then you felt him tug your hair again as he let out a groan and broke his mask that he tried so hard to maintain throughout, cumming deep down your throat while you nearly choke on him fighting back tears in your eyes.

Coming back to his senses kenma quickly ended his stream knowing exactly what was going to happen next . . slowly but surely notifications started piling up on kenma's screen as he quickly shifted his gaze from his screen to you with his crimson painted cheeks as you let out a loud chuckle, trying reassure him that the news would quiet down soon and he truly did want to believe that it would but his friends would never let him hear the end of this.

Although one things for sure that he didn't regret a single bit of it, it truly was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.

(he'd probably have you do the same thing again though)

#Hyacinth Recs: HQ #Kozume Kenma

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~ Kinktober Day 1 - Tobio Kageyama ~

A/N: I know we got off to a rough one last year since I couldn't finish them all, but this year we're gonna make sure we start well. 👏 And this year we're kicking it off with a little Kageyama because it's been far too long since I've written anything for him. Our collab spans through all of my writing blogs this time around so catch them all at the link for the masterlist below. This taglist is open until October 25th! If you want to be added to the taglist your age must be in your bio or easily found on your page! We'll be back on this blog with another piece on day 9. 👏👏

Genre: Drabble

Kink: Gagging

Word Count: 0.4k

Tw: oral sex, blowjob, 18+ content, dirty talk, degradation, fem!Reader, pet names, self-pleasure, offensive language (swearing), minors DNI

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His eyes were wild and wide as he watched himself bury his cock in your mouth. The sounds emitting from you with each and every buck of his hips made him grow closer and closer to his climax.

Your hands rest on the front of his thighs, using them to brace yourself as he fucked your face like it was the last thing he was ever going to do. The tip of his cock slammed into the back of your throat over and over again.

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as your grip tightened on his thighs, your breath pulling from you as the gagging sound filled the room. And the devious smile that painted his face as he watched you, heard you, it sent a shiver through your entire being. Your pussy fluttered as you heard the growl that accompanied the look. How did he have this much control over you?

This shouldn't be turning you on as much as it was. You were nearly out of breath, this should frighten you, not make you desire more of his touch. And even so, all you wanted was for him to paint the back of your throat white with his seed.

"Fucking hell, baby. Taking my cock so well. Look at you." His hand gripped your hair as he tilted your head back, making you look at him. "Gagging on my cock like the good girl that you are. Just what I've always wanted."

A moan came free from you as you listened to him. You should be insulted, you should never in your wildest dreams want this, right? But the way every word made you want more seemed so right.

You found one of your hands traveling between your legs, your fingers finding your clit almost instantly. Tobio caught it just out of the corner of his eye as he let his head drop, coming back up with excitement as he realized where your hand had gone.

"Mmm, my good baby is gonna touch herself, huh? I make you want it that bad, do I?" He licked his lips as he commanded you, his cock twitching against the roof of your mouth with anticipation. "I want you to make yourself cum. And remember one thing, good girls don't ignore their clits."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you rubbed circles around your clit, your pussy aching for more as you pushed your fingers inside your walls. This was going to be one hell of a night at this rate.

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#Hyacinth Recs: HQ #Tobio Kageyama

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🔞MDNI

He groans as your walls clench around his length, causing ragged breaths to disperse from his mouth.

“Yes baby just like that”

The metal frame of your bed squeaks, as you bounce on top of him. This was your first night in your new apartment together. The thought of finally having your own place to do whatever you want, wherever you want to do it took over, as the unpacking of boxes became a distant memory.

Your new bedroom, though small was already your cozy little den and the ready set up bed frame was enough to lure you both in to a sweaty session.

“Don’t stop” he growled, fingers pressing into your hips as you push into him further.

The wetness of your hole made him frenzied. The warmth was so inviting that he felt like he could loose himself at any minute.

You continued to rock against his shaft, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle. You could barely withstand the sheer size of him, let alone the ardent whimpers and hungered look on his face.

The feeling was building in the pit of your stomach at the closeness you felt to climaxing. You clenched your gummy walls around his penis, legs shaking as you continued to keep up the pace.

His hands were still attached to your hips, fingers pressing into the skin as though he was scared of you disappearing. This felt beyond amazing, it was the feeling of pure euphoria.

You lean forward, holding on to his shoulders as leverage to slam yourself onto him, your eyes now glued to where you both connected. Fuck this felt so good.

You both continued to chase your climax as the room filled with your feverish moans and the boxes still sat full of your belongings, would still be there in the morning, as neither of you had any intent of leaving the bed tonight.

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‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ FEATURING ꒱ : virgin!kenma (&kuroo)

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI !! threesome (?), cuckholding, kenma bein a lil fucked out, kuroo on a power trip hehe yknow the vibes

everything was so wet, so warm — so tight. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt something as good as this, no. he knows he’s never felt something as good as this.

hot pleasure swarms around in his head and the only thing he can feel is your cunt squeezing around his cock as if it was desperately begging for his cum already. but he tried his hardest to restrain from filling you up too soon.

“that’s it, you feel that kenma? feel how good her little pussy is?” kuroo coos from behind you. kenma’s eye flutter open just so he can glare at the older man who also happens to be your boyfriend. 

but he just ends up ignoring him. so instead, he looks up at you, perched up on his cock like a goddess. your fingernails dig into his chest and he lets out a soft groan. between you and kuroo, he didn’t know who was more dastardly. all he knew was he was thankful for kuroo suggesting he lost his virginity to you.

all kenma could do was hold onto your hips as you slowly start to rock against him. his grip was so tight, he almost felt bad. but judging by the way you started to move faster, he figured you didn’t really mind it.

“that’s it, nice and slow.” kuroo purred, circling around the two of you like a hawk about to strike. his eyes were glued to where you and kenma were currently connected, absolutely mesmerized by the way your drooling cunt was swallowing up kenma’s cock. “doesn’t she feel heavenly, kenma?”

kenma’s attention briefly cut over to kuroo, watching him as his hazel eyes were set on you, filled with so much adoration it only pushed kenma closer to the edge that he didn’t want to reach yet. 

but that had nothing on the way you looked right now. an absolute vision as you started to play with your breasts, teasing your nipples between your fingers as you mewled out his name. he doesn’t think he’s ever heard a prettier sound than his name tumbling from your lips.

“ken-“ you gasp out when he finds your clit. or rather, when kuroo takes his hand and guides him to your neglected nub. kuroo whispers in his ear, telling him to start moving his fingers around in a small circle over the bundle of nerves. reluctantly, kenma listened and was instantly rewarded with your pretty moans getting louder.

“keep rubbing her there and she’ll be putty in your hands.” kuroo teases, reaching out to stroke your arm, watching how your tits bounce with each roll of your hips. “she’s even more insatiable after she cums, so if you need me to take over, i can manage.”

“like hell you will.” kenma hisses out, possessively clawing his fingers into your hips. the thought of kuroo fucking you right after kenma fills you with his cum sent him into a frenzy. there was a part of him that didn’t even want kuroo to look at you right now, wanting this memorable moment entirely to himself. but he’d be lying if he said the whole situation wasn’t hot — that fucking his best friends girlfriend in front of him wasn’t exactly what he had been dreaming of for weeks, if not months.

but kenma can’t string together another thought, completely lost in the way your velvety walls tighten around him, almost sweetly coaxing him for his release. and he wanted to give in — so, so badly. but kuroo hadn’t let him cum yet even though he could feel the overwhelming sensation shooting down his spine, ready to fill you up with everything he had in him. 

“come on, kenma, talk to me.” kuroo mockingly whines out the words as he takes his place behind you. he watches how you’re seated up on kenmas cock, slowly rocking your hips — much too slow for his liking but he doesn’t do anything to fix it. yet. kuroo kisses underneath your ear, looking down at kenma who can’t help but make eye contact again. 

“shut up kuro.” he spits out, bringing his lithe fingers to your sensitive nipples— just like how you showed him earlier. you moan at the contact, tossing your head back onto kuroo’s shoulder. kuroo laughs; a vicious sound. its harsh tone tickles your ear and crawls down your spine as your hips stutter.

“i think she likes hearing your voice.” kuroo purrs, kissing down your neck before gripping your hips, just below where kenma’s hands previously were. he starts moving you a bit faster, causing you and the man under you to moan in sync. “aw, you guys are just so cute.”

“tetsu-“ you gasp out, splaying your hands back onto kenma’s chest as kuroo sets the pace for you guys. you couldn’t help but to fall right into your boyfriend's hands, but kenma had other plans.

taken over by a deep need to fuck you harder or maybe just driven by the irritation that he got merely from kuroo being kuroo; kenma starts ruthlessly thrusting upward into you, tossing his head back to loudly moan your name out into the room. 

all you could do was keep your head locked onto kuroo’s shoulder, letting kenma set the pace and soaking in all the sweet sounds he let out. kuroo tried to combat it, whispering sweet praises in your ear and wrapping his arms around your waist as his best friend continued to drive into your cunt.

deep down, kenma knew that kuroo had to give the okay for both of you to cum, but it was quickly hurtling towards the end. by the pitch of your cries, kuroo knew it too. and he was eager to have his turn with you.

“you're making him feel so good baby, i can tell.” he nudged his head against yours, making sure he had a clear view of kenma, smirking down at the younger man. “go ahead and fill her up kenma, i know you’ve been desperate to.”

but once kuroo gave the okay, something else overcame kenma when he realized he wouldn’t be satisfied until you came first, trying to milk his cock for everything he’s worth.

maybe he wanted to see how insatiable you really got, or maybe he just wanted to piss kuroo off while he had another round with you. either way, he was just getting started and he didn’t care how much he wanted to cum; he knew he needed to have you begging him for more first.

#Hyacinth Recs: HQ #Kozume Kenma #Tetsuro Kuroo

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happy birthday diluc! ❤

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Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: smut with a sprinkle of angst for flavor, plot only if you squint, implications of mating cycles

Final Word Count: 2k

The night was cool against the heat of Keigo's flesh. As he glided purposefully over the city, the lights of alabaster skyscrapers twinkled in and out, creating the illusion that he was soaring through a sky of closer stars. If he could, he would snatch the lights and keep them in his pocket to give to his mate, his lover— but in the absence of that, the ruby necklace he'd picked up on the way would have to do. 

You loved rubies, he knew. Garnets were your very favorite, but rubies were a close second. The precious stones reminded you of his wings, you always said.

… not that you would necessarily appreciate the reminder, now that things were less good between the two of you. 

Keigo put the thought out of his mind. Birds of his kind, he knew, thought nothing of the distance between mates. He didn't have to share a nest  or even a city with you to love you, care for you, protect you— and his body was talking to him, calling out with the desperate cry of springtime. It was time for him to be near you again. 

A thick, heavy droplet of blood dropped onto one of his lashes. Nonplussed, Keigo blinked it away. Unsurprisingly, his forehead still burned from the scrape it had taken; a villain he was fighting had violently slammed his head against the concrete curb, leaving road rash and a splitting headache in his wake. Soon, though, that would no longer matter. 

Soon, he would be with you. 

It was a quiet flight to your penthouse apartment— well, technically his penthouse apartment that he paid for with ridiculous amounts of money from his overtime hours. Or, he used to pay for it until he bought the building just to gift it to you last year when he had to make the move from your city to his next assignment. He hadn't wanted you to worry about a nest. You should always have one, a place to call home, and this way you could have one that you liked, one that was familiar to you. Keigo hadn't understood why you were so reluctant to accept the gift. He hadn't bought it for himself. He'd bought it for you. 

It's too much, Keigo, you'd told him, worry in your eyes. It's— it's just too much.

At first, it felt like you had rejected him instead of the building— like you had looked at him and found him to be too much. The rejection had hurt like a gaping wound until he realized what you meant. You'd thought he was trying to establish some kind of control over you, creating some false sense of obligation. Keigo had never wanted that. He had only ever wanted you. 

Your apartment was dark as he entered it, replacing your spare key beneath your doormat. He'd tried to tell you to move it— really, it was for your own safety, anyone could find it there— but you stood firm on your stance that if someone wanted into your home badly enough, they'd find a way in with or without a key, and Keigo found himself unable to argue with that logic. Although, he supposed as he passed by the pristine granite countertops of your kitchen, he shouldn't complain when it benefited him in this way. 

The carpet of your living room was soft beneath the weight of his boots. Keigo moved silently through it, stepping around the odds and ends that made their way into your floor during your busy work week. For a moment, he was tempted to snag something from the floor to keep with him— a pen, or a small hair tie—but only just managed to refrain, knowing there were more important things to be done first.

Finally, he reached your room. Your bedroom door was left open just a crack; moonlight from the hallway window fell over it, giving the white of the doorframe a luminescent glow. Slowly, quietly, Keigo pushed inside, and was greeted with the greatest reward he could fathom. 

You were sleeping peacefully, your lashes kissing your cheeks. You must have fallen asleep unintentionally— your phone was still in your hand, playing something soft and sweet. Keigo smiled. You were as beautiful now as you ever had been, and the love that lived always just beneath the surface of his skin rose to his cheeks in the form of a flush. 

Here, watching you, surrounded by your scent, Keigo was in heaven. 

Keigo didn't want to wake you. You looked tired, worn; it would be selfish to disturb your rest. Even so, the pull of your even breathing was too much for him to resist. With shaking hands and slow motions, he sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. When you did not stir, he moved closer, shifting to his hands and knees, crawling towards you, head low, heart penitent. Using his wings for balance, he moved one knee over your hips, straddling you. Shaded under the umbrage of his wings, he could barely make out your features— dissatisfied with this, he moved them, and your hair fluttered in the draft the motion made.

At last, you woke. 

In your sleep, your shirt had wrinkled and risen enough to show a sliver of skin. That sliver broadened as you stretched, unwary— but then your eyes were blinking open, and you nearly screamed when you realized you were not alone. 

"Sh," Keigo shushed, placing a gloved hand over your mouth. "It's just me, dove. Just me."

Your body relaxed with recognition, but your eyes were worried. 

"Keigo…" you tilted your head, eyeing him. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"Fine," he said, stroking the soft skin of your cheek. "Just fine."

A single crimson drop of blood rolled off of his nose, dripping onto your cheek. Immediately, he wiped it away, but it left a reddish stain, marring your flesh. 

"You're hurt."

It wasn't a question, and Keigo had no answer. He pulled at his collar, allowing cool air to reach his heated skin, and a groan escaped him unbidden. 

"Hang on." You squinted up at him, then glanced to the calendar you kept on your nightstand. "What's the date?"

Keigo barely heard you. A hunger in his belly was speaking to him, urgent, insistent. Tentatively, he rolled his hips, then groaned low in his chest at the sensation of pressing against warm, yielding flesh. He tried the motion once more, felt the relief it gave him, then decided his pants were hindering the experience. He went to unbutton them, intent on chasing the feeling he desperately needed, but a smaller hand on his own stopped him. 

"Keigo," you said, looking up at him. "It's early, but— you're— you're having your cycle, aren't you?"

Something about that phrase was deeply familiar. He knew it in his bones. Even so, his body could not catch his mind; he made no reply other than to whine, desperate to be allowed to resume his task. 

"Oh, baby." You stroked his hands with your thumbs, watching him with a mix of uncertainty and concern. "We— we really shouldn't, you know. Not when— not when things are— when you're so—"

Keigo didn't process your words so much as your tone, but he gathered your meaning anyway. Hurt, he whined once more, but kept himself still aside from the tremors that wracked his body. 

"I don't want you to be in pain, I just— if— if you want you can— I mean, maybe it's better if you go to someone else."

Those words hit Keigo like a punch to the face. You didn't seem to notice, lost in your own world as you continued to babble. 

"I mean, really, I don't mind. I don't want you to have to feel obligated to come to me for this, especially when we have all these issues—"

Desperate, incapable of handlong much more rejection, Keigo managed to respond. 

"Don't… want someone… else. Only you."

You looked up at him once more. The uncertainty in your eyes faded as your gaze softened, and you said,

"Okay. Okay. Whatever you need, then, baby. I'll give you whatever you need."

So saying, you released his hands, and with panicked elation, he nearly tore his pants in an effort to get them off. Desperate, stumbling, he pulled them all the way off, the heat that flared under his skin proving to be too much as he struggled— and then your hands were there besides his own, helping him, and suddenly his pants and shirt were both gone, leaving him only in his boxers. 

"Easy," you soothed him. "Easy Keigo." 

Your hands— soft and warm against him— nudged against his belly, raking through the fine blond hair there. Your touch was a balm; everywhere your skin pressed against his, the heat receded. Keening, he rocked his hips against you, maneuvering you onto your back. With your legs wrapped around him, almost all of you was touching almost all of him, and as he kissed you deeply, he thought he had never wanted anyone more. 

"Breathe," you reminded him between kisses, your hands tangled in the waves of his hair. "Breathe for me, baby."

Your voice was too calm, too even. Keigo needed you to be as desperate for him as he was for you. Eager, he pressed kisses to your jaw, down your throat; his hands played with your nipples through your shirt, the pads of his fingers coaxing them to hardness as he left bruising from your neck to your collarbone. 

"Don't worry about me," you told him as he moved one hand to rest on your stomach, feeling the softness of your flesh against his touch. "Find relief for yourself first."

If he'd have had the words, he'd have told you that touching you, feeling you, pulling pleasure from your body was his relief— but words escaped him as he tasted the salt of your skin, grinding his cock against you. 

"Please," he murmured against you, not quite knowing why. "Please, I need—"

Without waiting for him to finish, you responded. Your hands grabbed the hem of your sleep shirt, pulling it over your head. Your body now bare save for your panties, he kissed from your clavicle down to the soft curve of your breast. Arching into his touch, you let out a sigh, and Keigo knew that this was the beginning of what would make you cry out into the darkness of midnight. 

"Keigo." Your voice was tremulous, needy as your hands tightened in his hair. "Keigo— oh."

His wandering hands had finally found purpose between your thighs, pushing into the familiar dampness of your cotton underwear. Your scent was strongest here; if he had been less desperate, he might have moved lower, placed his nose between your folds and lost himself there. As it was, though, his body had an altogether different need, which beckoned all the louder as he pushed your panties aside, dragging the pad of a large, calloused finger through your sex. 

"Yes," you encouraged him, moving your hips to meet the strokes of his fingers. "You feel so good. I want you inside me, Keigo."

He shuddered, cock twitching as you pushed his boxers down over the curve of his ass, freeing his erection to the open air. As your hand wrapped around him, he pulled your panties down, then accidentally ripped them as he tried to wiggle them from beneath your hips. Never one to leave a job half-done, he ripped them the rest of the way, tossing them aside as you let your legs fall open for him, your sex wet and ready. 

"Nngh," Keigo grunted, burying his face in your neck as his cockhead breached your entrance. "F-fuck."

Wet heat enveloped him. In mindless ecstacy, he rutted into you, inhaling the scent at your neck; in response, you keened, back arching into him as your hands caressed his back. A few moments later, and your hands were in his feathers, stroking them with gentle fingers, and Keigo lost himself entirely to the feeling of being of one body, one soul with you. 

The bedroom filled with the sounds of coupling. The slap of his balls and the low, rumbling sound that came unbidden from deep within in his chest commingled with your sharp breaths, soft moans, and satin swears, blending and balancing into a sweet euphony that no symphony could ever capture. 

"I love you," he heard himself saying above the sound of them. "I love you."

You didn't reply. You didn't have to. The trembling of your body, the transcending of your soul into something more than yourself, more than him, more than this bedroom and more than anything was answer enough for the love in his heart. You arched against him, and with a great cry, you fell away, having reached the pinnacle of your pleasure. 

"Come in me, Keigo," you told him, voice wrecked as you stroked his wings. "I'm on the pill. I want it. Come for me."

His body, unwilling to deny you anything, jerked forward. His orgasm came sudden and swift, like a bolt of lightning striking an open field. He came and came and came, gasping and groaning, fighting for air in the aftermath of incomparable intensity. 

"That's it," you soothed him, hands twisting in his hair as he collapsed against you. "Rest, now. We can talk in the morning."

Keigo tried to fight it. There was so much that needed to be said, so much that he couldn't think to do or say— but his body made the decision for him. Like a stone through glass, he fell from consciousness, thinking of glittering rubies and the softness of your flesh, willing, wanting. 

In the morning, he knew, it would be the same as it ever had. He would love you, and you would love him. Whatever else existed was outside of that, and could wait forever if it had to. 

#Hyacinth Recs: MHA #Keigo Takami #Hawks

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i don't know how to explain this. it's like bakugou's love chub. his primitive cute aggression. his massive domesticity kink. but it's also a praise thing. it's all of it.

but i think — it's just another night that's allowed katsuki to be home with you. cooking dinner, cleaning up, maybe you're both even in the mood to shower together; you wash his hair and spike it up with shampoo and he smiles a little when you laugh, with your wet eyelashes and soapy head and you just kind of — play.

it softens him up a ridiculous amount, and later when you're in bed with your ankles on his shoulders, smelling like his body-wash, he literally has to focus on keeping himself together just to last. hides in your neck with his face all scrunched up, goosebumps breaking out across his skin every time you moan softly in his ear. you whisper his name and he has to stop the rhythm of his hips, just to breathe through his nose and calm down because he is so in love with you that it makes him sick.

everything is perfect until the phone rings.

and he's been in a good mood all night. hasn't been thinking about work, any of the investigations he's gonna have to dig into when he goes back. deku is out of his hair for once, he's not too sore from hitting the gym with kirishima earlier. all he wants is just this evening with you and — he refuses to let it go, at first.

your hands on his shoulders lighten enough that he digs his fingers into your hips, pulls you in to meet his every thrust a little harder. it has him hitting a soft spot deep inside of you that makes your knees shake, and you angle your head a certain way so that he can see the wanton expression on your face, the drop of your mouth as you keen.

some of his surliness has woken up and he can feel it creeping up his spine, pushing him out of his head a little bit, and though he's thankful it'll give him the grip he needs to last — especially as he watches your eyes roll back — it's pissing him off, to be interrupted. fuck the phone, he thinks, fuck everybody—

and then it rings again.

your eyes snap open, and katsuki can feel the moment shatter. bitterly, at least for him; you don't look mad, sympathetic more than anything, with the small curve of your smile as you peer up at him. your change in demeanor feels final, and he sits back up on his knees with a fucking irritated groan, from deep in his chest.

you laugh, even though he's grumbling out every curse word he's ever learned. "it might be important!"

"don't fuckin' care," the number on the caller id is unknown, and he scowls as he looks down at it. scowls even harder when you try to sit up, too, when you try to wiggle away. in order to keep you, he secures his arm around your waist and rolls, sitting back up against the pillows with you straddling his lap.

you squeal and laugh, tightening up around him enough that he grunts out a strained gasp — and then you're laughing again. and this is not how he wanted this to go.

katsuki answers the call like, "what?" and there's a defeaning silence on the other end, like he's frightened them — and he fucking hopes he has — and it draws on so long that he's about to hang up, until some pre-recorded voice chimes in about his car's extended warranty. "are you fucking kidding me!"

you laugh again, real and loud this time as he tosses the stupid thing half-way across the room.

"oh my—katsuki, that was so—"

"fuckin' bullshit ass fuckin' interrupting me 'n—" everything burns: his ears and his face and his neck, and he knows you're not laughing at him, but he doesn't want you smiling like that.

no, he wants you with your head thrown back and your throat bared, and sometimes he's able to angle it so that these little tears come to your eyes and it's so. fucking—drives him insane, that he's the one that's—

"okay, okay," you cup his face in your hands until he frowns at you, and then you give him several tiny kisses that taste like pity. "where were we?"

and just because this bullshit had to happen, he grabs you by the hips a little roughly, too eager to get back to where you were before, and he knows it's much deeper at this angle, with you on top of him, and hearing the strangled little moan that comes spilling out of you — makes it a little better.

your arms go around his neck immediately, fingers digging into his hair in a way that knocks some of his annoyance out. the sharp tug, the sting on his scalp grounds him a little bit; katsuki gasps and it's all you, with his mouth against your throat, breathing in nothing but you. he can feel the change when you take over, helping yourself to dropping down onto him with an intensity that makes you both groan.

the whole disturbance has almost completely left him; you're warm and wet, slick in a way that makes his eyes roll back, and he can tell by the shake of your shoulders that you're taken by how deep he's reaching inside you.

and then you — fucking giggle again.

katsuki groans, screwing his face up. "quit it," he mumbles into your neck. "'so fuckin' funny?"

"nothing, nothing," but a smile is evident in your voice, broken only by a desperate little curse that makes his stomach drop. "i just—ah, fuck, katsuki—i just love you."

the tension in his balls almost snaps at that; how soft you say his name, how easy you are with your feelings—for him, for him—how happy you sound. doesn't necessarily make him gasp, but he releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding and wraps his arms around you. tugs you closer under your chest is against his, panting against one another.

katsuki's not typically a talker, besides numerous curses and the warning when he's gonna cum; it makes him shy in a way he can't explain, like he's gonna say the wrong thing and turn you off.

but now—

he doesn't mean to, really, but he grips you tightly, puts his mouth to your ear, and let's himself moan quietly. "yeah?"

"yeah," your voice goes up an octave, nearly a whine, and you jerk in his lap haphazardly, like you're so lost to the feeling of him inside of you that you can't think straight. "yeah, fuck—you—" another laugh, though this time it makes his heart throb. how genuine it is. "you're so funny sometimes, you—always make me laugh."

makes you laugh, and not because he's an embarrassment or a failure or an idiot, but because you think he's funny. because he lights something up inside you that makes you smile with all your teeth, that makes you so happy that you have to let it out.

very minutely, so small that you don't even notice, katsuki shakes his head a bit. almost like a nuzzle into you, but he's just—bad at handling this stuff. it's makes his head spin, cotton between his ears, a taut string in his stomach.

you thread your fingers through his hair, nails against his scalp, and tilt his head up. you don't kiss him, but your mouth is open over his, lips touching. it's such a fucking tease, but he can see the blissed out look on your face, can feel you fluttering around him.

"you're—my best friend, y'know?"

it actually makes him moan—loud, and he has to pull away from you a little bit just to blink. something builds in his chest so rapidly, he thinks he might drown. the back of his eyes sting, like he's gonna fucking cry.

"fuck—" he stutters, fighting his best not to slip too far. "f-fuck, wait—"

but it's useless; you always swallow him whole.

"you're—" you sigh against him, so content and safe and comfortable, right here in his arms. "wouldn't want to be with anyone else."

in the future, katsuki's gonna look back on this and feel pathetic: how hard he's trying to buck up into you, even if it is throwing your rhythm off; how severely his back curls into you; how hard he cums—just from you being so soft on him.

it's like his brain disconnects from the stem entirely, rocketing him into limbo somewhere where everything is light and smells like you, tastes like dinner you've made together, feels like your sudsy hair in his hands.

he might actually die. his heart's not the best, after all.

either way, crashing back into himself hurts. all his muscles pull and spasm and he grips your ass cheek so hard that you yelp. you drain everything—everything—from him and he can already feel the mess that's leaking between the two of you and you haven't even—

"what was that about?"

you're still holding his face when he opens his eyes, bleary. and you're smiling.

"shud'up," he murmurs, probably flushed down to his ass. "nothin'."

you bounce in his lap until he jerks up, and it's then he realizes he keeps closing his eyes. literally drained. you laugh again and you're so happy and pleased, even though you're sweaty and breathing just as hard as he is, and you kiss his cheeks and start rattling off, like the brat you live to be.

"and i like your eyes and the little freckle on your neck and that little chip in your tooth and how you always smell so sweet and..."

#Hyacinth Recs: MHA #Katsuki Bakugo

[forbidden-gardens]

16 August 2015 | 03:46

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Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader

content tags: smut, vanilla sex, sex-induced confessions, Iwa calls reader "pretty girl"

400ish words

He can’t get enough of you—not like this. It’s been eight fucking months since he’s been able to hold you, since he's been able to touch you. You’re here now and he can’t keep his hands to himself.

Your nails dig into the taut muscle of his shoulders, desperate to pull him closer, eagerly attaching your lips to the column of his throat when he gives you what you want, teeth grazing over his pulse point. The soft expletives that leave his mouth seem to spurn you on, seem to increase your hunger for him.

He loves you like this—open and exposed, something just for him. No one else gets to see you like this, gets to experience you like this. This is for him and him alone and he’ll revel in every second you grant him.

Capturing your lips with his, the kiss is messy, frenzied as he works his hand between you both. He swallows your moan, fingers circling your swollen clit, causing you to clench around him. You break away from the kiss with a high-pitched intake and a glossed-over expression.

“Oh, fuck, Hajime,” you breathe, voice breathy and barely there, “fuuuuck—just like that.”

“Yeah? My pretty girl likes that?” You bite your tongue to withhold the whine that’s building up and he’s quick to put an end to that. “I wanna hear my girl when she comes.”

That’s all it takes to push you over the edge, for your pussy to close around him so tight that he has to stop, for his name to catch on your lips as tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

Beautiful.

“Shit, I love you,” he mutters in between thrusts, chasing his own orgasm. It isn’t until the soft gasp that escapes you that he realizes what he said. Your eyes are wide, questioning, almost hopeful before you pull him back to your lips, kissing him as though your life depends on it. He comes, orgasm rolling throughout his being, pulling away from your eager lips so he can breathe.

Taking a moment to catch his breath after pulling out, he presses his weight against you, head resting on your chest, ear just above your heart. You run your fingers through his hair as the last couple of minutes play in his mind.

“I meant it. It’s not just a sex thing,” he murmurs into your skin. Your fingers cease their movements and he hears the slight increase in your heartbeat, but you say nothing. Instead, you pull him up by his face and give him a kiss so sweet he wonders whether he’ll have a cavity when this is over.

You don’t say it back, but he doesn’t need to hear it. Just you knowing how he feels will be enough.

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#Hyacinth Recs: HQ #Hajime Iwaizumi

[forbidden-gardens]

Keigo getting overstimed for his birthday? I'm a big fan of subby Hawks, I just wanna make him cry and drool over pleasure 🤤

OMFG. YES YES YES!!!

MDNI!!

Keigo is laid out on the bed, watching you in awe, as you sit, straddled on his hips, so his hard cock is just pressed against your ass.

"Whatcha need me to do my love? It's your special day, so you're in charge." You tell him gently.

He nods, and gently holds your hips. "Want you to be in charge.. please.. I just wanna watch you feel good.. god, please just do what you want." He replies in an almost begging tone.

You look at him, momentarily surprised. Then you softly smile. "Alright. Safe word is blueberry okay my love?" You ask.

He nods. "Okay." He replies with a soft smile.

"I'm gonna start slow okay? Then we'll get to a nice pace you like. And if I accidentally get to rough, you let me know." You reassure him.

He nods. "Will do." He replies sweetly. He's staring at you like you've hung the moon and the stars, the sun, and the planets. He's like puddy at your fingertips.

You trail kisses down his body, leaving small hickies and love bites, keeping your eyes up on him as he drops his head back and closes his eyes, just letting himself feel good.

You smile to yourself. "You're so pretty for me, Keigo. My beautiful boy." You coo up at him.

"Th-Thank you.." He stammers, his breath hitching as your hand wraps around his aching dick.

He let's out a breathy moan as your hand wraps around him and starts stroking him, and you leave marks along his thighs.

He can't help it. As yout hand starts to build a steady pace, his hips buck up into your palm. "Fuck.." He murmurs.

You lightly giggle. "Good boy Kei.. s'okay. You can just feel good." You reassured him.

He smiles and nods as he let's his hips meet your pace.

It doesn't take long, till he's tipping over the edge, and spilling thick, white cum all over your hand.

"Please don't stop.. please don't.." He groans.

You nod, as you lick your hand clean, using your other to continue the hand job. You trail kisses up his body till your lips meet his.

He melts all over again, making you lightly laugh. "Feels so good hm, my pretty pretty boy?" You ask.

He nods. "Y-yea.. mhm.. s'good.. damn good." He half slurs. He's only half paying attention. Theater half of his mind fuzzy with pleasure.

You kiss his neck, as your hand starts playing with his feathers, along his left wing.

A whiny moan leaves his lips, and it doesn't take long till his body is arching to meet yours, and you feel him spill more cum all over your hand again.

"Good boy kei! Doin so perfect for me." You praise him.

He can't help but glow with a smile, like a child being given a big ol' lollipop, as You trail kisses down his body, till your lips envelope his cock.

A long moan mixed with a sigh of relief leaves keigo's mouth. His eyes roll up into his skull, and he let's his mind go completely. Solely focusing on how soft and fuzzy and tingly and good he feels.

As you bob your head you feel him gently cradled the back of your head. As barely intelligible moans and murmurs of string of curses and praise, leave his lips.

He's smiling, the apples of his cheeks as flushed as his neck and chest.

You have to pin his hips down a bit, so he doesn't accidentally fuck your face too roughly.

It isn't till you hear him whining, and begging "Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Plea-" as he he cums on your tongue and down your throat, thick, warm, ropes.

You swallow as best as you can, before giving him head again.

He can't form coherent words anymore. Just strings of moans leave his plush, pink lips.

He's so sensitive, so it doesn't take long for him to cum again, down your throat.

You gently oull kff and quickly, but as gently as you can, settle down on to his already hardening cock.

As you start to ride him at the pace he favors, you're stroking his sensitive wings and exchanging sloppy kisses with him, between strings of praises and curses from the pleasure you both felt.

Keigo no matter what he was feeling or what he was thinking, or even if he was completely empty headed like now, he always managed to hit that one sweet spot inside you with perfect precision.

So it seemed like only a blinked of an eye. But also like the longest eternity ever, of absolute heaven, till you were both cumming. He came inside you first, and you followed a few moments later.

Keigo's hips seemed to have a mind of their own now, and he kept going before either of you could catch your breath.

You trailed more hickies down his chest. Then your lips met his again.

It didn't take long for your own mind to start growing fuzzy and all you could feel was the warm, blissful pleasure, as you both came undone again.

You both halted, and slowly came down to catch your breath.

Keigo opened his tired eyes. Melted gold meeting your eyes. He softly smiled and slowly reached up for you. You gently took his hand and pressed it to your cheek. You leaned your head into his palm.

"Are you okay honey?" He asks softly.

You nod. "I'm okay. But this is about you, Kei. Are you alright my love?" You ask him softly.

He nods. "I'm okay." He replies.

You sigh with relief. "You remember the safe word love?" You ask gently.

"Blueberry." He replies.

You smile and kiss his forehead. "That's my love bird. Think you can try to give me one more hun?" You ask.

He nods. "Yes." He replies sweetly.

You softly smile and kiss him as you run your fingers through his velveteen feathers as you start slowly riding him again.

It only takes a minute or two before keigo's mind is all fuzzy and his eyes are rolled back again.

He let's you set the pace this time.

Slow and sensual how you like it.

But it only takes a few minutes, till his nails are digging into your hips, as he cums inside you again, but his voice cracks and a tear slips down his cheek.

You stp immediate and gently guide his breathing and carefully lull him back to you. He opens his eyes.

"Hey.. are you okay?" You ask.

He nods. "Just feels so good.. fuck.. didn't mean to worry you." He replies softly.

His tender words melt your heart. You nod. You kiss him. "I love you too, Kei. I think it'd be best if we stop here okay?" You ask.

He nods. "Can I eat you out though please? I wannamake sure you feel good too.. I knkw you said it's about me.." He said softly. You nod.

"Of course my love." You coo.

You slowly lower yourself on to his face, and he starts slowly eating you out, building to a pace you like.

You're sensitive as well, so it only takes a minute or two tfor you to cum on his tongue. He swallows and gently eases you down and softly kisses you.

"Let's take a bath, hm?" You ask.

Keigo nods.

#Hyacinth Recs: MHA #Hawks #Keigo Takami

[forbidden-gardens]

NOT PRETTY | dabi.

➾ in which he learns and admits that he is a pretty boy

wordcount: 3k+ | genre: fluff, comfort, smut, tinge of angst | pairing: dabi x fem!reader | rating: 18+ | tw: swear words, insecurities, explicit sex (oral m receiving, riding, aftercare <3) | others: soft!dabi bc im a sucker for him, DABI IS A PRETTY BOY !!!!!!!

In all his years as a villain, people call him lots of names; Asshole, Shitface, Ugly—the list goes on. Dabi has grown indifferent to those names. He had already accepted his current appearance since there was nothing he could do about it. Plus, he truly looked like a villain what else could he ask for? He is a villain—people fear him, people run away from him, and no one wants anything to do with him.

It’s evident in how the crowd disperses the moment he steps into the club. Their eyes grow weary and cautious despite they are all villains, working under the Liberation Front in different divisions. He supposed it’s also the fact that he’s one of the co-commanders. But he couldn’t care less as he makes a beeline towards the sitting figure at the bar.

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#Hyacinth Recs: MHA #Dabi

[forbidden-gardens]

when dabi thrusts into you for the first time he shudders. his body shakes. his vision flashes completely white for a second, he can't do anything but feel you. a simple shift of his hips makes his cock press harder against your walls, causing him to nearly collapse. each quivery thrust shoves him closer to cumming. he hunches closer to you and hugs your body to his as his hips buck into yours. you can feel all of him too, every single vein along his twitching cock and every tremble of his body. it's pure and at the same time the most lewd thing he's ever done, and he loves it. loves the way you feel so soft, the way you can't help but squeeze his cock when he hits that spot inside you, the way the pleasure is so overwhelming his mind is barely even functioning. he can't stop chasing the feeling and he doesn't want to, not when your face is contorting like that. and then, fuck, you're cumming, and you're clamping around him. and then he's cumming too and it feels so fucking good he might cry, if he could. the noises he makes have you wishing you could save this moment and replay it over and over again so you never forget the way his breath hitches as he pants when he fills you up.

#Hyacinth Recs: MHA #Dabi

[forbidden-gardens]

time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 772 words | established relationship, implied rough sex, creampie, pussy eating, ushi is the cutest <3

wakatoshi is dedicated to his routines. he wakes up at the same time every day (even on weekends), goes for a run along the same route, takes a cold shower, drives to practice and home again. then he cooks himself a healthy meal and eats it while watching old games. sometimes he studies opposing teams, making notes of their weaknesses, the positioning of their blockers, the way their libero moves. and sometimes he watches them looking for his own mistakes and ways to fix them. he takes another shower, always lukewarm at night, and goes to bed at 10 pm at the latest. 

his meticulous routine starts crumbling gently at first, like dust particles coming loose. when he wakes up early one weekend, just in time for his morning run, but your hands wrap around his wrist at the first movement. all sleepy and grumbly, eyes still closed shut but muttering a decisive “no.” he should be annoyed, but you look so cute sprawled out in his bed and so he thinks he can indulge you and sleep in just this once. 

once turns into twice, and then it turns into every weekend. and wakatoshi decides to let go of this one habit, especially if he gets to hear a “you’re here,” as the corners of your lips pull into a lazy smile and your arms stretch around his neck. besides, he keeps active in other ways. it’s just one small crack in the great tall dam he’s built.

but then the water comes rushing out, and you are the flood. it feels like a disaster at first, overwhelming and unfamiliar. the feeling sits heavy in his stomach. but then he finds that he doesn’t mind sitting in the water. no, he wants to drown in it. he wants every part of you - all of you - forever. 

and for the first time in his life, he needs you to want him in the very same way. and when he looks around the water is sinking into the soil, not a flood but the end of a drought. 

and for the first time in his life, wakatoshi feels almost thirty years of emptiness all at once. or rather, he feels the absence of it. and he’s bursting at the seams with this overpowering need to tell you how your presence has shifted the very foundations of his life. but he’s never been good with words, so he loves you the only way he knows - quietly - and he lets you fill all the empty spaces in his life.

what were once silent dinners are now narrated by your voice and little stories about your coworkers, what you saw on the street, vivid descriptions of your lunch. no matter how insignificant, he listens to every word and remembers every detail. his heart squeezes every time you giggle at your own jokes, most of which he doesn’t even understand. but you explain, poking your finger at his nose. every time he takes your hand and presses his lips to the inside of your wrist until he can feel the blood rushing through your veins. a gesture so intimate and gentle and loving it makes you want to dissolve into a mist so fine you could seep into his pores. 

wakatoshi fucks you with the same type of attention too. he feels every tiny detail. how soft your lips are against his skin, the way your flesh dips and molds under his bruising grip. nails digging into his scalp as he holds your thighs spread apart and laps at your leaking pussy. calloused fingers against soft flesh, claiming you. taking everything that you’ll give him. your sweet voice strained and needy. gasping at the sight of his cock, so long and thick and heavy on your tummy. pleading for him to be gentle, to go slow. moaning his name into his ear as he fills you so completely. 

eyes dark with need as presses his body so close to yours that you can’t even tell where you end and he begins. hips rutting forcefully into yours, shaping your insides into his own form. and you know you won’t be walking tomorrow. but he can’t stop himself now, and you don’t want him to. not when you’re whining so desperately and your cunt is gushing around him. not when the squelching sound that fills the room every time he buries himself into you awakes something entirely base and primal within him. greedy. panting into your mouth as he cums inside you, sharing the very air that you breathe. and he knows that he has all of you. forever.

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#Hyacinth Recs: HQ #ushijima wakatoshi

[forbidden-gardens]

TO HOLD, TO LOVE

୨୧ ꒰ 001. pairing ꒱ tsukishima kei x f!reader

୨୧ ꒰ 002. contents ꒱ smut (mdni), soft sex, breast play, praising, touch-starved tsukki ( based on this drabble ), for my resident tsukki lover @crescentkaze ilysm sweet baby love <333

୨୧ ꒰ 003. word count ꒱ 0.6k

Your hands glide down his chest, smoothing across the broad expanse of muscle that tenses under your touch. Tsuskishima’s lips—swollen and pink, breathless from your previous kisses—graze across your collarbones. He pants against you, and when your hands thread through his messy blonde hair, tugging lightly at the ends, his breath fans across the curve of your breast.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmur, gasping a bit as he buries himself inside you again. The drag of his cock against your walls, pressing past your slick and sinking deep inside you, has you moaning his name, dragging your hands down his back. 

You watch, pleased, as your boyfriend blushes at your praise. He narrows his eyes in faux warning, snapping his hips forward in a way that has you clutching onto him harder. Tsukishima grinds his hips against yours, nudging the fat head of his cock against the sweet spot that never fails to have you keening his name.

Just how he likes you.

“Shut-up and kiss me,” Tsukishima demands, but his tone is softened and the usual teasing bite is gone. It causes you to melt underneath him, heart bursting with warmth as he moves slowly, cradling your body gently under his. 

Obliging him, you lean up, cupping his cheeks adoringly. You feel his heated skin against your own, his lips brushing against yours as he nudges your nose with his. It’s wholly intimate, punctuated even more by the slow, almost graceful, roll of his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside you. 

It’s slow and gentle, how he holds you, how he kisses you. How, despite his usual demeanor, he can’t help but fall apart under your touch, reduced to nothing more than a man who loves you and adores your touch. 

You gasp his name against his mouth as he parts—an action that has him smirking against you, a large hand running up your curves. Tsukishima leans down to kiss you again, groaning deeply at the way you clench down around his thick cock, before he circles his hips. His actions have you moaning and writhing underneath him, and he kisses down your neck, hiding his face there as he becomes nearly overwhelmed by his love for you. 

Tsukishima’s hand fondles your breast, his palm warm as he rolls his fingers over your nipples, still gently rutting through your folds. 

“You feel so good, why do you feel this good?” he bows his head against you, pressing your foreheads together. His strong arms brace your body against his own, eyes dragging across your figure as a deep moan comes from his chest. 

You let out an amused huff, broken off into a loud moan; again, Tsukishima smirks against you. “Says you,” you tease, running your hands through his messy hair. 

Tsukishima chuckles against your lips, dipping his head down to kiss you again. It’s breathtaking, and your body arches against him as he easily rocks his cock into you, and both of you lose yourselves in each other. 

As Tsukishima feels the deep coil of pleasure building in his groin, pleasure shooting across the length of his cock, he blindly reaches for your hand, groaning against your lips. He threads your hands together, entwining your fingers in a sweet embrace, gasping your name into your mouth as the pleasure builds. 

“J-just let me hold you,” Tsukishima blushes, closing his eyes as you grip his waist. 

And Tsukishima holds you—he holds you as he loves you, keeping you close to his body, panting whispered words against your skin. 

And as he holds you, you hold him.

#Hyacinth Recs: HQ #Haikyuu #Kei Tsukishima

[forbidden-gardens]

sweet for you

"use your words sweet girl," he heaved. your breath hitched, your arms wrapped around his neck. your body growing exhausted and sensitive as you both rested. though his demeanor was icy, with you his exterior melted. only you saw this side of him, only you were this connected to him. something about you made him a softie.

"want more..." you make out. your voice was stuttering, almost gone from how much he made you come. "want you." there was a smile creeping on his face. he dips down to place his lips against yours.

"anything for you," he states. which was true, he'd do anything just for his baby.

─ tsukishima, sakusa, suna, konoha, matsukawa, iwaizumi, ushijima, aran

#Hyacinth Recs: HQ #Haikyuu

[forbidden-gardens]

The Quiet Sort (Kageyama Tobio x Reader)

A/N: I saw a fanart of Adlers Kageyama and he looked real fine, and thought, “Damn, I don’t write him much.” Btw, my directory/fic links are going to be under maintenance. Can’t find time to figure out what’s wrong with them and update them. ( >_< )

Warnings: NSFW, PWP, Thirst Drabble

Kageyama’s never been good with words, and even in bed, that doesn’t change. Despite the many times you’ve had sex together, for him it still feels like the first time every time he sinks his leaking cock into your dripping pussy. A loud, low groan escaping his lips as he clenched his eyes, willing himself not to cum early.

He’s never been good with words, but he can’t help rambling broken thoughts of how good you feel. “Nng, f-fuck, so good– pussy so tight, ngh–” Always wanting to please, always wanting to cater to your needs, he tries his best every time, never wanting to hurt you. But he never notices how tightly his hands are grabbing your hips, sure to leave bruises in the morning. He doesn’t realize how fast and hard he’s thrusting into you, making sure to pull out almost completely before slamming back in. His mind absolutely wrecked, only forming barely coherent thoughts he mutters, “Fu-fuck, wanna fill you up– hah, so wet. Ngh– such a pretty, tight pussy.”

His dark eyes never look away from your pussy split open by his cock, even in the dark taking note of how you’re soaking his dick; doesn’t miss the sheen on your inner thighs when you came from his fingers earlier. Even when you pull him down for a kiss, he’d end up pulling away just to see your cunt fluttering around him. He’d even beg sometimes before he puts it in, “Please, please, spread that pretty cunt for me. Wanna see. Wanna see it beg for me before I fill it up.”

Kageyama’s never been good with words and remains to be the quiet sort even to adulthood. But he can’t help his loud moans of your name as he fucks you with abandon, chanting your name and singing praises how good you’re taking him, how pretty you look matching his moans, how he pleads to fill you up then paint your tits with his cum – “My fucking, perfect angel,”  he’ll gasp finally looking at you as if you hung the stars.

When he finally spills into you with a cry of your name and a confession of his love, Kageyama will slump over you, panting heavily. He tries to find reason – to kiss you or clean you up; but when you clench around him, all he can do is whimper as his hips automatically start grinding against you. His overstimulated cock still inside you rubbing against your sensitive walls, making the both of you cry out. But you simply lock your legs around his hips, cooing hushed encouragement of “Tobio, more, ruin me more, please.”  As he chokes back a sob, his rough voice somehow manages to sound wrecked and yet hot at the same time. “Fuck, baby, wanna fill you up again. Please, please let me.”

#Hyacinth Recs: HQ #Tobio Kageyama #Haikyuu