#ch.suna

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ „ POISONOUS ─┐

tw. almost noncon, incest, manipulation/coercion, lowkey cucking, manhandling, voyeurism, breeding, oral wordcount. 5.8k

a/n.  day 1 of kinktober fics! writing suna was very fun but also kinda hard so i apologize if he's written pretty rough ♡♡♡ but i did it for the suna fans in the audience, so you better appreciate how long this fic is at least! anyway i love him and his stupid as fuck perfect face

suna rintaro x fem!reader x miya osamu

There’s a certain charm to the way it trickles from the roof down, down the pipe into the ever increasing puddle of muddy, dirty rainwater. It gives him the same feeling he gets when that rain drums hard on the translucent umbrella above his head, with the rhythmic pattern of a frantic heartbeat. Makes his evenings walking back along the same street, same houses, same -now that winter is on its way- dreadful scenery a bit more bearable. His thighs and core still tingle from practice, radiating heat like a stove— and if he stares long enough he could convince himself that droplets aiming for his skin evaporate upon landing.

His typical, daily walk ends at the end of the road; the house on the very edge, two facades free to the street as a stray car slowly drives by and makes the wet sidewalk sud with more water. Lucky he’s not wearing nice sneakers, he presumes. It’s not his house. Can’t be, you wouldn’t allow it. And ignore it as he might, his repentance is indefinitely tied to this place.

As he stuffs the spare pair of keys into the keyhole, the flowy curtains pull back, and he lowers the umbrella to pull it to a squeaked close. He can sense the eyes on him, even if he can’t see them, and lets a grin curl onto his lips. Click of the lock, not once but twice, and a little shove — and the curtain drops closed as the pat of feet running down the hall meets his ears. The door is swung open before him with a sort of mix between fear and excitement that scares him for a moment, arm reaching to block the exit before he can think it through; or see if you’ll stop in time.

An arm and a leg, knee also knocking into the doorframe to block the path towards the street, like you’re an overzealous pet. But he doesn’t have time to think it through, before your face is aimed at his and you’re staring up at him like you’re appreciative and disgusted all at once. Your silence is tense, with the calculating way you position yourself in the doorway. But he smiles nevertheless, and clears his throat. “Hey, little sister. I’m home.”

Your long, stupid long fucking lashes flutter as you take a deep breath and reach to grab at his collar to gently, but impatiently, pull him down a few inches. “Rin nii,” you breathe, and smile as your eyes get a tad glossier. Though he can clearly tell you are a little bit uncomfortable embracing him again -his own fault, he knows- it’s a sweet attempt at normality. “I missed you.”

“Yeah?” His voice comes out a bit raspy, and he dips down to place a gentle kiss to the top of your crown. You basically melt against him at the touch, the human equivalent of a purr, and he runs long fingers along the side of your face with a soft breath. “Good.” Then he pulls back to glance at your face, the heat burning over your nose, and how you seem to be a little short of breath. That— and suddenly all at once he notices the distinct lack of much clothing, covering the doorway even more. 

The look burns at the edges of his thin blanket of shame, and makes his stomach turn. “You should go back in, baby sister. You’re giving the neighborhood a show.” Your expression barely changes, but there’s a split second where your eyes flick to his waist, then right back up. It’s not even an unfair reaction, but it still makes him let out a cold laugh, looking away. Well, you’re not wrong, he guesses. The moment’s enough to have him forgetting about the familiar rush of displeasure, the nauseating feeling of jealousy seeping from his skin. In this split second, there’s only him between you, and that door; and he’d never forgive himself if you got away again. Got hurt. He just… just can’t have you running out.

Not again. “C’mon, use those pretty little legs to carry yourself all the way back to the couch, and then we can talk.” Your big eyes flick only over his shoulder for a second, like you’re considering the possibility of running, before you turn and thump back the way you came. And another familiar voice sounds out through the hall.

“Yer late, she ‘bout threw a whole fit before I could get ma hands on ‘er. Baby, c’mere, sit back down.” He’s interrupted by your soft voice, though you’re too quiet for him to make out what you say. And after a hum, Osamu continues. “Ran out into the yard— she was near hypothermic before I got her into the bath.” There’s a few moments of silence, before a low moan comes. “Fuck, that’s it— Take it ju~st like that.” Rintaro bristles, skin crawling with a low sort of irritation that makes the hairs on his arms stand upright. He closes the door behind him and takes a long, deliberate breath- then walks around the corner. The sight that greets him makes him a little sick to his stomach, though mostly from the icky envy sticking to the roof of his mouth as he drops his bag of practice gear aside and averts his eyes.

From the way you, his girl, his property, is sat between Osamu’s legs; pretty lips kissing up the length of his cock with a whine and a shiver. The brunet grimaces. “Samu, I thought I asked you not to pull this shit with her when I’m around.”

“Ya weren’t, until two seconds ago,” Osamu simply responds, grabbing your cheek to coach you back to his cock and bucking into your wet mouth as the sound -along with your pretty moans- fills the silence in the room. Rintaro’s eyes glide back to his friend, trying to bite through the hostility. You pull back with another noise, but Osamu’s grip on your cheek doesn’t allow for much room, and so you huff and lick at the head for a few more moments. “B’sides, she’s my fiancée,” the wet noise of your tongue darting around his length as he forces it back into your mouth, “don’t tell me- w-what to do- ah- with my own wife… And s’nothin’ you haven’t seen before, Rin.”

It stays quiet for a long time, where time itself seems to hold its breath for you three. As the truth collects in a puddle between you all and wets your feet with icy pinpricks. The other man is the first to break the silence, as he brushes his thumbs along your cheeks in the exposed position. “She’s your sister, Rin. You guys have ta sort this thing out, don’t ya think? Right, baby?”

“... I let him in, didn’t I?” You pull back again, swallow and take a deep breath against the tears on your waterline, before wrapping your soft palm around Osamu’s cock to turn over your shoulder. Eyes questioning, carefully flitting over his expression to test the waters. “We’re okay, Rin nii. You’re… fine.” It's vile. The way his brain clings to that admittance of mercy, and melting it together with the image of your flushed, glossy lips and marked up neck and tits. You mewl under your breath, going more putty when your soon-to-be husband pulls your head towards the ceiling by your hair.

Osamu groans low when you continue the handjob dutifully, but lets his eyes flutter closed on the couch, and you don’t take your eyes away from him where he still remains to the side. “Rintaro,” you speak it again, even softer— like the feeling of his name on your tongue is almost too much to bear. He feels the same. He shrugs off his jacket, gives you another last look, before walking past you two towards the bedrooms. “Nii nii,” you almost beg.

But he can’t. “Well, let me know when you finish up here,” his voice is slow and deliberate as you fully attempt to follow him, but the hand in your hair stops you. And though Osamu lets out a slight grumble under his breath, he pretends well not to care, coaching you patiently back to the hot cock in front of your face. You don’t struggle, not anymore, and Rintaro wills himself not to feel the ache in the center of his chest as he leaves you behind in the living room to mind his own. He would be mad. Could be, if not for the fact that he started all of this in the first place. Made a show out of you. 

It doesn’t really surprise him that you don’t fight the order any harder either. You never fight anyone on their mishaps hard enough to cause a ripple. He loves you for it, he does. Even if everything else falls apart around you two, you love your big brother. He knows it, Osamu knows it, and even if you’re too proud to admit it— you did let him in. You have yet to deny him anything. He crashes onto the bed of the spare room, staring up at the ceiling as the sounds of you and the squeaking of the couch grow louder and louder.

+

“Rin nii, where are we going?” your voice echoes through the night, where you trip, stumble, and barely catch yourself on his arm as he laughs. Your little pout is set a little sharper when he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you along with him, ignoring street lights in favor of crossing the street under the protection of night. “Rintaro~” you whine long and needy, frown growing with each second he chuckles more— but he can’t help it. It’s exhilarating to have you clinging to his side like an overgrown child, fixed with an uncertainty only he can clear up.

“Stop being such a brat, just keep up,” he whispers into your crown, burying his face into your hair for just long enough to have the heat linger. “I need your help for something.” You falter a little in your step, and stare up at him as you walk, but he doesn’t look down. Can’t, or he might just spill his guts right here and now, both literally and figuratively. Truth is, you’re not stupid. A little too trusting, and endlessly forgiving of his sins, yes; but not stupid. He would dare to bet that you could figure it out if you really wanted to. And as long as you don’t bother to confront him, he isn’t going to speak life into it. “Stop staring.”

“Rin nii,” you try, only to snap your mouth shut when his sharp, bright eyes find yours.

Truth is— it’s easier to pretend that it’s brotherly affection, isn’t it? That you don’t feel the way his heart races as his arm slips around your lower back and he pulls you in close enough to share each other’s body heat. You walk through the empty-enough street with soft footsteps, pace fast, until he suddenly squeezes your hip. And though you bristle a little, you can only look at the side of his face. He refuses to make eye contact. “In here, c’mon.” You follow him in between the gates of the old park, towards the faint flickering of yellow light and murmuring— steps only getting a little more hesitant.

“Mom will know we left,” you suddenly whisper, hiding your face into his side more, and clinging to his long shirt with a sudden fear.

“We’re sibling bonding, little sister. Mom will understand. And I won’t tell if you don’t,” the brunet shoots back with a convincing grin, making you nod and wrap your arm around his waist in return. But really, his hands are a little shaky, and his throat dry. You arrive at the fire pit like that, tangled in each other’s embrace and hiding yourself into his ribs— his friends falling a little quiet before Rintaro dares peel himself away from you. Atsumu’s eyes look giddy in this light, and Osamu’s calculating but attentive. Aran only pauses his story for a few seconds, before smiling at you.

“You want to take a seat?”

Your first instinct -a fact that makes him heat up inside- is to look at your Rin nii for confirmation. And so he shakes his head. “She’s fine.”

“Told ya he’d actually get ‘er, Tsumu.” Osamu’s lips are wrapped around a beer bottle, one of many strewn around the fire. The heat of it makes you glow a little more, skin feeling electric on his. He feels a little fuzzy under all their gazes, under the expectations of the night. “Ya’ll hafta cough up fifty bucks soon.” 

“‘M not coughin’ up shit until I see ‘t.” The other man besides him grimaces as he speaks, voice a little too loud in the silence of the night. “So, little Suna, ya like yer brother?” Atsumu’s eyes glint gold as he takes in how you’re still pressed into your big brother’s side, and you give him a polite nod as answer. Then the blond glances up at him instead, and leans back on the log he’s sat on. “What now, Sunarin…”

“He’ll do it,” Osamu mumbles.

And Atsumu frowns, taking a beer of his own. “Shut up, he couldn’t, Samu.”

They continue with the bickering as Rintaro’s hand slides down your spine to comfort you a little. “Do what?” you whisper, almost as if to yourself, and Rintaro’s breath hitches in his throat. Your eyes glisten as you turn to look up at him now, lips glossy as they pull into a frown. You clear your voice to speak louder, demanding as your chest presses against his belly in the process. “What did you take me out here for, Rintaro? Do what?”

His tongue rubs along the back of his teeth as he dares to finally, finally confront you — towering over you as he does, and takes your hand. You go blank-faced, and try to pull back; because maybe, whatever you see on his face isn’t the answer you were hoping for. But his fingers wrap tighter around your wrist, and he cracks open his mouth to let out a little chuckle. “What, you don’t trust your big brother?”

“Tell me what’s happening, Rin nii.” Your rapid breathing and the way you grab at his shirt like you’re ready to push, fight him if you have to, it stings. But he’s a good enough actor to bite through it to paint a smile on his lips, ignoring the eyes he can feel on the two of you. Staring in anticipation. There’s a few tense moments where you just stare up at him, big, innocent eyes flicking all over his face in question. Before you grow impatient and try to pull your hand away again, only to be stopped by his arm where he wraps it around the small of your waist. “I want to go home, nii nii,” your lip shakes, voice quieting to barely a whisper, “let go.”

“We’re just playing, little sis,” he breathes out with another smile, though he’s sure this one barely reaches the corners of his lips. Biting his bottom lip, he leans down further into your space until you’re basically nose to nose and your eyes go wide in shock. It happens before his brain can catch up with his body. One second you’re shoving at his shoulder in an attempt to escape from whatever situation he’s just trapped you in, and the next he’s pulling your head back by your hair and is kissing you like he means it. He does mean it.

Everything goes deathly quiet, save for the crackling of the fire and the rapid pounding of his blood rushing through his brain. Cheeks hot and lips tingly. His tongue is in your mouth before either of you have any chance to catch your balance, pulling you into him full force and squeezing you so close it’s suffocating. And then he moans, and you let out a muffled noise into his mouth and everything comes in with the weight of the world. The guys’ shocked mumbles. Your nails digging into his arm, your whimpering, the way you’re pushing against him and trying to snake out of his grip.

But it doesn’t really matter, because he’s still kissing you. You, the apple of his eye, the one thing he’s wanted more than he’s ever wanted anything. He’s actually fucking kissing you, making out with his little sister like the fucked up lunatic his friends bet he was. Can’t help but lick into the sweetness of your mouth and claim you for himself. “Stop wiggling. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rintaro huffs in the split second you manage to separate yourself from him, before forcing another kiss on you and his time, your tongue tangles with his much sweeter. Turning into lazy kissing when you slump into his hold and your shaky hands reach for his collar. His head is heavy as he pulls back to stare at your puffy lips, the way your wet lashes flutter— and his stomach flips hard.

“Take off your shirt,” Rintaro breathes out into the tenseness of the air, “pants too.” Whatever you want to say next is interrupted by the way Atsumu breathes out a hoarse ‘bro’, and you stare at your big brother with utter mortification written all over your face. You shake his hands off of you and reach up to slap him hard across the cheek— though not nearly hard enough to knock him out of his love-drunk haze; and he’s grabbing at you and pulling you closer towards the firepit.

“Rintaro, no! Stop it, stop!” You cry as you’re hauled into clearer view and he manhandles you down onto the ground, with his body on top of you. “Stop being so weird, I wanna go home!” you can only squeak, and beg as your glossy eyes spill over into thick tears. “I did as you asked, now let me go~!” It’s with almost nauseating regret that he feels his cock stir hard in his jeans at the sight, the touching and blubbering panic crossing your pretty features.

“Rintaro, people will hear.” Aran softly speaks from the side, the twins rendered entirely quiet too.

But he— can’t let this chance go, can he? He loves you, loves you so fucking much it makes him sick. After years of longing and regret, you can’t possibly blame him. Your pitiful whining dies down almost instinctively when he kisses you again, claiming your mouth and cheeks and down your neck with hot panting, and grabs your upper arms to heave himself above you. “Come on, just trust me. Please. Big brother will take care of you.”

“No!” Your pretty cheeks are wet with tears by the time he takes a moment to look at you, really look at you. You’re halfway towards bawling your eyes out in his arms, clinging so desperately to him that the realization punches him in the belly hard enough to quiet him. Tongue tied. He’s immediately flooded by the weight of his actions, apologetic or not, loosening the grip he has on you just enough for you to take a sniffled breath and push yourself from the floor. You punch him hard in the chest, and run your hand under your nose to wipe away the snot and tears there, then get up entirely.

“I hate you, you’re such a dick! All of you.” You bite out through your tears, wobbly on your shaky legs. His mouth drops open, and suddenly he’s never felt more guilt in his whole life— he is so sorry, so, so, sorry— but before he can say anything of use, you’re turning on your heel, and marching out of their presence.

It wasn’t his stupid bet. It wasn’t him who noticed your infatuation with him first, it was them, it was his friends- his stupid friends— but- “Wait,” Rintaro manages to mumble, barely adible. But Osamu’s the first to move. Or rather -the only one not frozen in the absolute chaos of the moment- calling your name and gently jogging towards you as you disappear towards the far end of the quiet park. 

+

Rin.

Rin.

You don’t hate him anymore, do you? It’s been years, so he’s sure you can’t. He’s been patient. And apologetic, too. Penitent.

It’s definitely a few hours past midnight when he rolls over to meet warm skin, arm curling subconsciously around the heat. He lets out a long, heavy breath, burying deeper into the soft blanket. Before sharp eyes open again and zero in on the shape before him, no longer alone in the spare bed.

“Rin nii,” you whisper, looking ever so attentive.

He’s cold and warm all at once. “It’s the middle of the night,” his voice comes out heavier and a bit raspy as he pulls back his hand, “go back to bed.” You don’t acknowledge it, but are quick to tangle your fingers with his again despite his hesitation.

“Osamu says we should talk-”

“-we can talk in the morning,” Rin snaps back, staring at your face. It’s harsh, but … he’s well aware of his faults by now. And doing his best not to long for more is so much harder when you’re pressed close to him and look at him like he hung the moon in the sky. Truth is, he doesn’t trust himself anymore. Because he knows that if given the chance, he’d do everything Osamu did and then some— kiss your pretty lips until you run out of air and choke on his love. The silence remains thick between you two, your smaller hand squeezing tight around his. He’s really not sure how it happens, but you manage to shuffle close enough to take up his entire world, your legs tangled with his long limbs without hesitation. And you take a deep breath.

“I love you.” Rintaro’s pretty sure he’s lucid dreaming when you say it, whisper it like it’s a well kept secret; and don’t shy away from him when he leans in to hover his lips over yours. “Samu says we should make up, for his sake.” He can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it, but he nods anyway, barely sane as he stays right in place. Smiling, because he must be. A lunatic. Pining for his little sister like a first class Oedipus complex. “Are you sorry?” you ask, and he answers genuinely— because if nothing else, he loves you too much to care about perception.

“Always.” This too, is the truth. “I shouldn’t want you, but I do. I hate it.”

“I -” you start, and loop an arm around his neck to draw him even closer, “I wanted you first.” Everything goes a little crooked in his head. Palms clammy, he grips your hip with his free hand, and nose to nose, you let him pull you in more. Even daring to break the silence, heavy lashes fluttering with your words. “I don’t want you to leave anymore, niichan.” And then there’s a kiss. A hard kiss, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in, immediately moving you to get pinned below him. With tongue and teeth, you two melt together as you whine and moan, and send him into a spiral even more than before.

“Always showing me what I can’t have,” Rintaro grunts as you tangle your fingers into the base of his hair, threading through it as you let him take you— wrap your thighs around his glutes. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” The kiss grows deeper, more intense, as he heaves his weight above you and presses you into the pillows, entire body hot and cold all at once. You’re so sweet under him, clinging to his wide shoulders as you give yourself to him and roll your hips against his. A soft ‘more’ is moaned against his lips, something he gladly gives into, pulling away to rid himself of the shirt making him overheat, and shoving his shorts down.

Then he's back to your mouth, and moaning your name into it, sucking on your tongue and squeezing your cheeks like he can’t possibly be close enough to you. His wiry body is wrapped entirely to swallow you up whole, strong thighs against your soft ones, your chest rising and falling against his, and an entirely new sort of noise falling from you as he goes between kissing you and nipping down your neck with greedy love bites. “You’re so- hmh, fucking beautiful; you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” He pants against your neck as his cock swells in his boxers, pushing hard against the stretchy fabric and against your pelvic area and leaving him a trembling mess.

Like he’s a giddy teen all over again, you leave him sweating and too eager to really think. Hands come to squeeze your tits, all the years of pent up tension pouring into the kisses and words he lays on your skin, and you let him. Let all his doubt melt away into you as you kiss him again too, and moan for your big brother like you’ve never done before. He’s had the pleasure and punishment of hearing your noises plenty before, and not once were you like this. So vocal, desperately withering beneath his hands as they slide up your top and suck on your pebbled nipples.

Your hips buck against his hard cock until he can’t take another second, and crawls back to shove his boxers down his thighs. His heavy cock is leaking pre and glossy at the tip as it bounces between his legs, and his entire body feels electric when you moan loud and needy at the sight. “Niichan, please.” His ego glows bright in the darkness, at your coaching, and the way you’re desperately trying and failing to pull him closer. It’s cute. You’re cute. And also so fucking quick to follow suit and shuffle out of your panties it kinda shocks him, his balls feeling heavy and needy too.

He rolls your nipple between his fingers a few times, before sliding his big hands along your body down and overy your raised mound, and puffy lips of your wet -really fucking wet- pussy to stare. “G-od, please, nii nii, I want you. I love you,” you babble as you so hopelessly beg him to get closer, but the way your pussy glistens in the low light of the room is too much to ignore.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he coos, and chuckles in disbelief as his fingers find no resistance upon pushing into your clenching, sloppy cunt like he’s been dreaming of for years. “You wanted your big brother’s cock this bad? Hm?” Your head bps up and down honestly, tears glistening at your lash line while you curl in the blankets, and he doesn’t hold back from gripping his cock hard and wiping the head along your slit until your wetness coats him entirely. You feel so fucking good— it’s criminal. He’s already halfway to coming just from touching you like this, grabbing your chest to suck there impatiently. He lets out a long hum when you curl your arms around his head and sucks hard on your nipples, moving between the two of them to kiss and bite at his sister’s tits.

“Always want you, Rin. Even when you…” you go quiet, before biting your lip hard, “I still w-want you. Does that make me crazy?”

He’s back nose to nose when he pulls back to look at you proper, and the way you’re about to cry, cunt kissing the head of his cock and distracting him from full sentences. “No, you’re- it’s not. You’re my girl, ‘kay? Agh, you’re your big brother’s body t-to use. Give me a kiss.” You moan into it as he pulls you up against his body more, positioning you so that your cunt drools onto his cock and the hot, flushed head of it is able to rock against your needy pussy. His fat, heavy cock slips in while you’re saying his name, and makes his head go light and body go tingly.

You’re so fucking tight. So wet and sloppy all for him, and he groans long and deep as he pulls you down all the way onto his cock and fat balls with a slow pull. He can’t help it, his little sister’s just so fucking pretty taking his cock deep into your belly. Has him humping against you without much control, rhythm animalistic as he stuffs you full of cock with each hard pump. The sharp sting of his hip bones into your supple skin is enough to have you crying out, dutifully holding your hands to his broad shoulders with your head buried deep into his neck. It rattles the bed hard and obnoxious, and he doesn’t give a fuck.

Let Samu wake up, it’s all his fault anyways. All the noise and stimulation of his cock head nudging against your spongy spot has you trying to blink back tears, mouth cracked open and lips so puffy and pretty. Your cunt’s sucking on his cock like it’s enchanted, needing more and more and more. And Rintaro’s all too glad to give. “Rin nii, Rinta—” you whisper, choking your little breaths down and pushing back to meet his thrusts, tits bouncing with the motions.

“Fuck, baby sister, that’s it. Your pussy’s so fuck—ing good, s’tight. Takes me so- ugh, ah, so well.” He pulls your hips up into him to force his cock even deeper inside you, your gushing walls clinging to his pretty cock tighter than he can handle. Your body arches and trembles below him too, he can tell by the way you’re  trying and failing to hang on more with his coaching, mewling incoherent pleas as your pussy gushes around him. “My little sister likes being stuffed full of cock? Like getting that needy pussy stretched by her nii nii, hm?” ‘Yes, yes,’ you babble over and over again, thighs sinking a little lower to tilt your hips into his thrusts.

This way his spongy, sensitive head bumps so perfectly up against your spot each time he fills you that it’s impossible to think straight. Let alone respond properly, barely aware he’s asked you anything at all. He can’t blame you, close enough to come with every single motion of his hips meeting yours. Each thump of the bed frame rattling as it hits the wall.  “God, fuck, I’m fucking my little sister. ‘M so sorry. So fucking— shit, ahg-fuck.”

“Rintaro, rintaro, I’m close,” you breathe into a kiss you force onto him, taking his cheeks between both hands to pull him back to you and feel his balls slap against your ass, and strong thighs straining as he fucks into you again. “I want my big brother to make me cum.”

“Yeah, you wanna get this pretty belly filled with my cum?” He presses one hand between your bodies to your belly to push down on it, tightening the space around his cock even more and making him groan. Your cunt’s clenching around his dick so hard it’s making him lightheaded. Hair sticks to his face as he grips your face to slide his tongue into your mouth, and put all his devotion into showing you. Again, all you can do is bite your lip and moan, rolling your hips back right when he thrusts all the way back inside your ring of muscles. He only speeds the rhythm up when you don’t answer, laying down onto your body to bite the crook of your neck with a grunt. “Tell me, c’mon, fucking tell me. I wanna hear it.”

“Ah, I want my— b-big brother to cum in me,” you whimper at his hot breath on your neck and sticky skin molding with yours as his hips pound into you and his cock forces open your desperate walls. “Feels so good, so big, -ah- please. Gonna cum, g’na cum~ niichan.” He takes a deep breath at that, lifting himself off you and one hand coming to wrap around your throat to hold you for leverage, squeezing just right at the sides. It’s so perfect, the coil in your belly ready to snap so hard. You dangle on the edge of orgasm long enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, cream all over my cock. You’re gonna milk me for every last bit of nii nii’s cum, that’s it.” You try to nod in his hold, but you’re being bounced on his cock so hard at this point that the blood’s rushing between your ears and deafening you. All that’s left is your needy body pushing back onto his cock and shaking when he sneaks his other hand between your legs to rub at your clit hard and precisely, with tiny circles right on the puffy, glossy nub. “Cum so that I can fill this pretty, cumdump pussy with my seed, baby. Come on. Cum. You’ll make me a daddy, right?” he hisses, squeezing harder and letting you see stars over your closed eyelids, pussy fluttering around him and pulling him back inside with each wet ‘pap’. “Say it,” he grunts.

“Yes, yes, I wan’it,” your voice rises in pitch each word with the relentless rubbing of your puffy clit, before your back arches entirely and you reach back to claw at his thighs as your orgasm hits you. His fingers don’t stop for a second as you cry out. “Ha-hng, big brother, big bru~dder! Want your cum, want Rin nii’s hot cum filling me up, please! Please- niichan!” His rhythm goes even faster, balls smacking to your dripping pussy and cock stretching you out so pretty.

You’re so pretty for him, shaking on his cock as he fucks you through it, and kisses your face for a few more thrusts before he cums with a choked grunt of your name, fucking hot ropes of white into your gushing cunt. With a low, choked grunt he pulls out and slides three of his fingers in instead to keep your clenching pussy nice and plugged up, and keeping every drop of cum right where it belongs. And though he can tell you’re tired, you still take the time to brush your fingers along his cheek, and look up at him. “Love y’ nii nii. I forgive you.”

“I love you too,” he mumbles back, on his knees and suddenly exhausted too. The door squeaks just barely as Rin allows the moment to break and turns over his shoulder. To look at the hall and the face peeking into the room with an unimpressed, tired glance between the two of you. “Yer both so fuckin’ loud, fuck.” He gives the man a quick look of something resembling understanding though, and waves his hand as he disappears back into the master bedroom across the hall. “An’ yer fuckin’ welcome.”

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[tobiokuns]

— morning after with haikyuu boys

summary: they’re next to you when you wake up, but you wonder if he’s really yours even after last night. [previous / next] tags: suggestive content, nudity, aged up characters, hurt/comfort + angst to fluff, insecurities featuring: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, oikawa tooru image credit: @seerlight on twitter

— suna rintarou

suna looks beautiful when he’s asleep, you decide. you take in the sight of how the hair falls over his eyes, how his eyelashes fan over the tops of his cheeks, and wonder if you’ll ever see this sight again.

you’re almost sure that he had only slept with you last night because it had been convenient: at the same party, living in the same apartment building. there’s no way he would want to keep doing this, not when there were so many other people he could be with. you graze your fingertips over his cheekbones, smiling to yourself, before you get up to go brush your teeth. 

you’re making breakfast when he wakes up, padding barefoot and shirtless into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. god, he looks good, you think. you avoid eye contact, afraid that your feelings would show on your face. 

“morning, rin,” you say, trying to keep your voice level, “i’m making food, if you want some—”

and then you stop yourself. maybe he doesn’t want any, maybe he wants to leave as soon as possible. so you backtrack, “i mean—it’s okay if you don’t want any! i just... i made—”

he cuts you off by putting his hand on your hip and resting his chin on your shoulder. your breath catches when he says, “what’s wrong? last night got you flustered?” 

“no— it’s just—” you try to find the words, your face heating up, “it’s okay if you want to leave. i don’t— maybe you don’t usually have breakfast with your one night stands...”

he presses his lips to your neck. “is that what you think this is? a one time thing?”

you finally gather the courage to look at him, but he’s so close to you that you reel back. he catches you in his arms and smirks. you must look like you’re on the verge of tears, but suna just looks amused.

“come on,” he urges, digging his fingers into your back, “let’s eat breakfast.”

— oikawa tooru

“wake up, tooru,” you sing, slinging an arm over his waist and burying your face in his back.

you feel great. your body is pleasantly sore and you slept better than you ever have with oikawa next to you. you nuzzle him until he groans, twisting around to look at you. you grin at him, and he almost smiles back, but then a look crosses his face, and suddenly he’s turning back around.

“hey,” he groans, burying his face into the pillow, “c-could you get off of me?”

you recoil, your fingers slipping from his body. oh, you think. maybe it wasn’t like that then. so you laugh awkwardly, turning away from him with a small sure. there’s nothing to do except get out of bed, your morning mood broken. unbeknownst to you, oikawa peeks at your back.

“i’m just— i’m gonna go shower,” you mumble, and add, “it’s okay if you leave the door unlocked if you wanna go,” as an afterthought.

you turn the shower scalding hot, rinsing away the remnants of last night. you try not to strain your ears, try not to think about oikawa leaving while the memories of his touch are still on your mind. by the time you get out of the bathroom, your body feels clean but your heart still feels heavy.

“u-uh,” you hear from the living room, and you look up in surprise, “good shower?” oikawa asks, averting his eyes from your naked body.

“tooru?” you hold a hand over your breasts as an attempt at modesty, “what are you still doing here? i thought— i thought you left...”

he’s still shielding his eyes, but you can see the furious blush on his face. he’s embarrassed, you realize, watching his curled up form on your couch. you walk closer to him, dripping water all over the place, but you don’t care. you take his hand away from his face.

“s-sorry,” he mumbles quietly, still covering his eyes with one hand, “i was kinda mean earlier...”

you stare at him, finally relaxing. you burrow into his arms, leaving him sputtering over how he was getting all wet. you pout anyway, looking up at him with watery eyes.

“you’re such a dork, tooru...”

— kageyama tobio

when you wake up, kageyama is already getting dressed, slipping on the sweats and trackshirt that he wore to your place last night. he’s doing it so meticulously, so seriously, that you just watch him for a few moments before you say anything.

“tobio?” you call when he’s done, his hand on the doorknob of your room, “why don’t you come back to bed?”

he turns to look at you blankly, “no, i should get going. i have some things to take care of today.”

you search for signs that he’s evading, but knowing kageyama, he really does have errands to run, ones that he wouldn’t put aside even for five minutes in bed with you. he’s always been like that, straightforward—so you give him your best smile, pulling the blankets up to cover your chest, and wave him goodbye.

“okay,” you say quietly, the hurt from his dismissal lingering, “have a good day then, tobio.”

you try not to read into his actions for the next few days, but it gets harder with every moment that passes when he doesn’t contact you. he sometimes sent texts unprompted before that night. you’re disappointed when he doesn’t.

you see him by chance after a week, when you’re sweaty and out of breath after a jog. your heart’s already racing when he runs up to you, looking exactly as he did the morning he left you in bed.

“y/n,” he greets, face impassive, “how are you?” 

you avert your eyes, telling him you’re good, even though you’ve been worrying about this despite your attempts not to. it’s awkward, with the sound of the wind blowing between you, and you don’t know what to do.

he looks around, hands in his pockets, “um...” he starts, blush forming on his cheeks, “do you want to spend some time together today?”

“but—” you look at him in surprise, “but you— i mean... do you want to?”

he’s confused, shifting his head to the side. “yeah,” he agrees, like it’s natural, “we haven’t seen each other much the past few days so...”

“i just...” you mumble quietly, “...thought you didn’t wanna see me anymore.”

“huh...” he hums, looking away, “sorry, i’ve just been busy. i guess i should have sent a message or something... but i, um... i missed you.” 

you take him in then, with his flustered expression, and think, yeah, tobio is like that. he’s honest, almost to a fault, and you should have known. you relax, sliding your hand in his, just to watch him blush harder. 

“i missed you, too, tobio,” you smile, “let’s finish our jog, yeah?”

#hana.fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #suna x reader #oikawa x reader #kageyama x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #ch.suna #ch.oikawa #ch.kageyama

[iwaasfairy]

hii!! congrats for the 15k <33

could i have suna + murder? please and thank youu

Thank you sooOo much bby

tw murder, dubcon, jealousy

The house has gone frightfully quiet. There’s no more skin crawling screams, no more blunt sounds of metal crushing flesh until it stops cracking, no more ragged breathing — it’s all made way for the eerie silence that fills your chest and haunts you. Again you’re the last one sitting pressed against the cold walls, again, again; until one blurs into the other. You feel bad. Bad at your expectant flutters, and the urge to stare at the door until it cracks open. But this is who you are now, right?

After the silence the door cracks open, and Rintaro towers above you with blood dripping down his hands, splattered on his handsome face, coating his brilliant smile with it. You wonder if he liked her enough to kiss her, but you don’t allow yourself to linger on that. If you linger you’ll get jealous, and you can’t possibly be envious of the bloody, mangled mess that you know is spread out over your living room floor and seeping into the cracks between the tiles. You can’t be jealous of the dead when Rin kicks off his shoes before descending the stairs.

“You look relieved, pet.” His mouth cracks into a wider smile, revealing canines that make him look more Cheshire than human. “You didn’t like this one, huh?” You let him pick you up by your wrist and lift you from the cold ground, shaking— before he pulls you close and kisses you, stinking of copper. You let your arms get wrapped around his neck, shivering when he kisses down your throat. “Aren’t you happy she’s gone? That I bashed her head in and carved her up?”

You don’t speak. You shouldn’t, at the risk of some ugly truth rolling off your tongue when he settles at the base of your neck and sucks another demanding hickey over the last one. It doesn’t sting enough to wash away your feverish need. To let your hands run through his hair, pull yourself closer to him for a sliver of his attention. Now that the screaming has stopped, you finally have time to enjoy the sound of his breathing against you, feel how he hikes your leg up around his waist to rut himself into you.

“Such a pretty girl.” He pats your ass before motioning his head, “get onto the bed.” And you do. Your collar dangles when you move, crawling into the soft bedding. The blood will stain them, but it wouldn’t be the first time. And you suppose you stopped caring a long time ago. Somewhere after the third. The ugly truth is that Rintaro gets onto the bed because he knows you will obey, and he pulls your shirt over your head because he knows you’ll let him. The rest of his clothes go after, unbuckling his belt and dropping it on the carpet.

You wonder how long he’s been hard. It makes you squeeze your eyes shut, and Rin chuckles when you whimper. “Don’t be like that. ‘S because I was thinking about you is all.” He gets closer on both knees and picks up your hand to wrap it around his hot, hard cock - and calls your name as his hand lands on your crown. “You know that I love you. Only you.” Your soft motions aren’t enough for either of you, and soon you let your lips meet the flushed head of him.

“Maybe next time you can watch- ah, that’s it, lick my cock.” Maybe next time you can. Maybe you’d like that.

#money fun.event #tw.dubcon #tw.murder #tw.dark content #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.suna

[iwaasfairy]

for me, I’ve been on a strong Suna kick bc I know he’s the type of bastard who’d get off on filming and taking pictures of his girl, as he fucks her hard. but also, he would lowkey keep all of it as blackmail in case she ever decides to leave him. he’ll make her stay. yeah :)

yaaa ya ya ya suna's a demanding boyfriend that way sometimes i hear and see you nonnie and you're so right for this oml :>

he doesn't like asking for it either, bc you're his girlfriend. isn't he allowed to take video of his own girlfriend taking his cock so nicely? don't be stupid. of course he can. and if you say you don't want him to take out his phone, he'll just coo n pet your blank little head. "you look so pretty though" and "let me take a few pictures, c'mon" and "please, baby? you do that so well". you're not gonna refuse him, right? or else he'll just touch it by himself and make you watch. easy choice

but though he loves you very very much, you also aren't always as docile as he'd like you to be. you have these stupid boundaries that he has to hear about and reasons why he can't just do whatever he wants. he doesn't like fighting with you. so it's just so fucking easy to say that he'll spread those pretty videos of you, you know? the ones where you're choking on his cock and crying, or trying to cover your face as his thrusts make your tits bounce up and down. it's just a little bit of extra control. he won't actually post them... probably. as long as you remember that his rule is law and you're so much better off just letting him keep you by his side forever and ever.

#tw.blackmail #tw.yandere #honey mail #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.suna

[tobiokuns]

— soulmates gone wrong

summary: you think it’s a happy ending once you’ve found your soulmate, but today you learn that it’s not always the case.

characters: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, hoshiumi korai

tags: soulmate au, neglectful relationships, childhood friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst to fluff, more hurt than comfort, happy endings

☆ suna rintarou

you thought you were so lucky to be suna’s soulmate. he’s good-looking, hard-working, and while he’s not easy to get along with, you think the way his face softens into a small smile when he sees you is worth it.

you know other couples have it hard. sometimes they don’t get along, but it’s destiny, so they work it out. some people can’t bear their partner’s pain. but you thought you were lucky, because you and suna are compatible, and you’d bear it all for him.

you were lucky, so why did you feel this way? 

you sit alone in your empty apartment, waiting for him to come home from long practices. you can feel every spike that he makes, right on your palm as if it was your own, and every pang in his waist when he twists. it was almost as if he was there with you, connected by each other’s pain.

when he does come home, his face softens, probably more in exhaustion than with affection, and he brushes past you to the bedroom. you wonder if the pain in your chest is only psychological, or if he can also feel your heart getting chipped away. 

“rin,” you try to say one night, tugging on his sleeve, “we haven’t... been together lately... i just—”

but he shakes you off, as he always does, saying, “we’re soulmates, yeah? so don’t worry about it.” 

of course you do worry, because everyday you feel lonelier and lonelier, even with the constant reminder of his presence. your body aches more and more as suna pushes himself harder and harder, and every pang only reminds you that he won't let you be there to support him.

you lie in bed that night, staring at the dark ceiling, when all your feelings coalesce in your heart. you haven’t seen suna for more than two minutes for the past week, barely felt his body next to yours in the bed you supposedly share, and you feel empty.

so you cry, letting the tears fall onto his cold pillow, feeling the sobs wrack your body. you dig your nails into your palms, hoping the physical pain might take away your mental one. 

you forget that suna can feel the pain too, or maybe you just think that he wouldn't care either way. but the door opens just as your tears dry, just as your body starts to feel cold.

"y/n," suna's voice cuts through the darkness, "what's wrong with your hand? are you hurt?"

you're jolted out of your half-dazed state, his voice sounding almost like a dream. you hum noncommittally, turning around to face away.

"i'm fine, rin," you mumble, "just tired." 

but he switches on the light anyway, sitting on the bed in his dirty gym clothes. he seems annoyed, grabbing your arm where the pain is originating from, and inspecting the half-moon marks on your palm where your nails had dug in. 

“tch, some of these are bleeding,” he hisses, and you can’t tell whether it’s because the pain inconvenienced him or if he actually cared, but he turns you over either way. “what were you—hey, were you crying?”

you tug your arm away, with the little energy you had.

“no,” you say softly, turning your cheek away, “i just think it’s funny that, compared to the pain in my hand, the one in my chest hurts much more.”

he frowns. “that’s not fair,” he retorts automatically, frowning, "what are you mad about now?"

the frustration, the sadness, the loneliness, it bubbles up inside you outside your control, and you start to cry quietly again. he reaches for your hand, the one that you had tugged away, and you let him, if only for now.

"do you think if i cut half my heart out," you wonder, "you would finally be able to feel how lonely i am without you?"

it's silent for a while, but he doesn't sigh, doesn't leave, and you take it as good as it gets. but then he slides into bed behind you, wraps an arm around you, and presses his face against the back of your neck. 

he doesn't say a word, not that he ever does when it matters, because he thinks you get it. and, you think, maybe you do, because you're soulmates after all. 

☆ kita shinsuke

you know that kita doesn’t think soulmates are logical. he doesn’t think anything will change when his mark appears once he turns eighteen, and he doesn’t understand why others will let themselves be dictated by something so arbitrary.

but the first time you saw a soulmate mark appear, right above your sister’s heart, you thought it was magical. she finds her soulmate the next week, and they haven’t been apart since.

you think it would be nice to have someone who’s with you through everything, too. but, kita retorts, even as a 12-year old, you don’t need a mark to decide who you want to be with. you nod along, a little confused because he’s always been right, but about this you get the nagging feeling that he might be wrong.

your eighteenth birthday is before his, and your mark appears on the inside of your right wrist. you spend months looking for a matching one, but to no avail.

it’s the middle of summer, the heat overwhelming, when kita turns eighteen. you sit with him with your feet in the pond behind his house, peeking at his exposed skin to see if anything had appeared. as if the world had gone into slow motion, he turns his left wrist, and you see the mark you’ve traced with your eyes so many times.

“shin—” you choke, heart racing, and take his wrist in your fingers, lining your own up next to it, “...it’s the same.”

to your surprise, he yanks his arm away, rougher than he’s ever been, and tucks his wrist back at his side. 

“it’s nothing,” he murmurs, “soulmate marks don’t mean anything.”

you can’t believe this is happening. your head swirls, you feel faint, and it’s like you’re floating. you open and close your mouth several times, which kita doesn’t even seem to notice since he’s avoiding your gaze.

you’ve never said anything to him before, not during any instance of his explanations about how soulmates don’t make sense, and you’re not sure how to do it now. but you feel like you’re about to explode and you think, maybe just this once, it’s okay to tell him how you feel.

“but it makes sense to me, shin,” you declare, slowly standing on wobbling legs, “and for one moment i was really happy... because i’ve been in love with you since we were seven years old.”

he finally looks at you at that moment, his eyes wide. you blink back tears.

“if you don’t feel the same way,” you breathe, voice cracking, “...then i guess soulmates don’t mean anything, after all.”

you stay still for a few moments, letting the words you so impulsively let out sink in. but as the seconds tick by, and the silence stretches on, and the more you realize kita’s not going to say anything back, the heavy feeling in your chest just weighs you down more and more. 

you mentally trace the lines of his face one last time, barely registering his widened eyes, his parted lips, and turn on your heel and leave him.

when your sister comes into your room one night to ask if you’ve found your soulmate yet, you think for a moment, staring at the mark, imagining his, and reply, “no, i didn’t.”

kita appears at your doorstep the week after that. 

“i stand by what i said. you don’t need a mark to tell you who you want to be with,” he says to you, and your heart drops, crushing the little hope you didn’t know you had. 

but he takes your hand in his, unlike anything he’s ever done before, and turns your right palm face up to expose the mark that you’ve avoided looking at all this time. he looks at it for a while, quietly, and puts his hand on top of yours. 

“i...” he continues, slowly bringing his wrist to touch yours, “...have only ever wanted to be with you.”

☆ hoshiumi korai

when the time is right, they say, and you pass by your soulmate, you’ll be stuck together forever. or, in other words, you must be within a certain distance from your soulmate at all times. 

hoshiumi thinks this is inconvenient. he doesn’t like being chained down, literally, and doesn’t think that having someone in his vicinity at all times would be beneficial for him. 

which is why it displeases him so much when he passes by you in the hallway, as he’s done so many times, being in the same year, and instantly feels himself tethered. you turn, too, feeling like there was a string connecting you to him from your fingertips. you guys make eye contact, his look of recognition different from yours.

“tch,” he frowns, “it just had to happen today.”

 you furrow your eyebrows and ask tentatively, “what’s wrong with today?”

“listen,” he says, almost as if he hadn’t heard you, “i have an important volleyball match today. so you’re going to need to come with me.”

“i—” you instinctively protest, thinking about the cram school you had to attend. but you’ve been watching hoshiumi since your first year, watched him improve at what he was clearly passionate about, entranced by everything about him, and you let the words die on your lips.

“...okay,” you smile lightly, “i have literature next period. what do we do now?” 

and the more time you spend with hoshiumi, listening to him talk for hours, realizing that he has so many opinions on so many things, you like him more and more. you follow him around, from nagano to tokyo, as his volleyball career takes off.

it’s not unusual for soulmates to have to sacrifice for each other, not with the restriction. it’s also not unusual for soulmates to not be in love with each other, especially when others see it as simply a partnership, but you knew you were in love with him since the day of your graduation.

you never wonder if he’s in love with you, and you never tell him you love him either. maybe because you’re scared to find out, but mostly because you know it won’t change anything. 

but sometimes hoshiumi catches you staring at other couples, or comes home late at night to find you on the couch watching sappy movies, and a brief thought crosses his mind. 

“hey,” he says to you on a rare day that you’ve spent together in the house, characteristically blunt, “do you love me?”

“huh?” you stop folding the laundry that you had been focused on, blushing, “w-what do you mean, korai?”

“are you in love with me?” he asks again, his stare unwavering as he steps closer to you. 

your heart races, hoping that this won’t change anything at the same time that you do. you think of the nights you’ve spent together, the clumsy touches that you didn’t know meant whether or not he’s been in love with you just as you were with him, and you tell him the truth anyway.

“of course i am, korai,” you reply softly, voice shaky as he breaches your personal space, closer than the requirement would ever be.

he’s forceful, uncouth, as he cups the back of your head and brings you to his chest. he presses a rough kiss to your forehead, resting his head against yours, until you relax in his arms.

“good,” he says, firm and resolute, thinking that these chains he’d thought were an inconvenience were, in fact, something precious to him.

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[iwaasfairy]

Idk about other characters but I can definitely say that Suna is a person who would have a incest relationship with his sister. I want to be his sister. FUCK ME ONIII-SAN💦🍑

Head empty just imagining suna onii-san's 6 inch dick in my virgin cunt.

tw incest, rin nii, some degradation, rin is a decent liar lmao, semi-public

barking screaming crying i might not have the best rin characterization but he's so hoT THO IdK What to doOOOO i loVE HIM UGHH i wANNA PULL HIS STUPID fACE TO MY PUSSY UNTIL he stops bitching

contains suna rintaro x fem!reader

“Nii nii~” you angrily bite your pillow when he muffles your cries, pushing you deeper into the plush with a hand, as the other prods some more at your slick lips. His long fingers drag the wetness from your hole down to your clit a few times, before stuffing his middle finger into his mouth with a hum and licking it clean. He doesn’t let you wiggle away though, one shin over your calves to keep your ass right in place as he keeps at it.

“‘N there. Nice and wet.” Though you can’t see the grin, you can hear it as he takes a breath, admiring your exposed pussy for a bit. The position is plenty embarrassing, but at least he can’t see how heat surges to your cheeks and ears at his little groan. “Your pretty pussy keeps clenching like a fucking whore, y’know that? Are you really that needy for some cock, yeah?” He says it like he wasn’t the one following you all around the house for hours to grind his swollen, hard cock against your ass like an animal, like he wasn’t the one pressing you down into his bed, like he wasn’t the one panting in your ear how badly he needs you.

“Little sister wants to get fucked that much?” he asks again, grabbing your ass and spreading it a little, enough to have more slick cover your pussy, and the tiny bit of pleasure the motion gives to have you whining and rocking yourself back.

“Rin nii, rintarou niichan~ please,” it’s out of your lips before you really think it over, pushing harder when he gives you a little chuckle. You only stop when he leans over your body to grab the soft bit of hair at the base of your head, pulling your head back until your ear is level with his mouth.

“Beg louder.” His cock is now pressed between your bodies, hot and twitching and so fucking close. At this point you’re really considering it, if only to get rid of the hazy layer of need that seems to hang over every nerve ending. “Oh, you don’t want people to hear you. You don’t want everyone to know what I told them is true. You’re a little bunny.” The affectionate kiss he places under your jaw is only a tiny relief from his words. “They don’t know how badly you want your little cunt filled with my cum, right?”

“Right,” you whisper back, reaching behind you to grab onto his muscular thigh, anything to just get him to move. Luckily for you, and despite his cocky chuckle would make you believe, he does move. Lines up the thick head of his cock to your pussy, before slowly sliding in. One hand coming to press between your shoulders for support, as he lets himself deeper and deeper into your pussy.

‘Tight’, you hear him breathe, sinking his thick cock a few inches deeper. When he rolls his hips though, the head hits right into the spongy part of your walls and pulls an involuntary sound out of you, a long whine that is too loud for anyone passing in the hall. You can only hope everyone’s still watching the movie. “Ugh. You’re taking your big brother’s cock, you realize that?” he groans as he bottoms out again, pulling back only to slide in much faster, thighs and balls slapping against your skin. “You’re my little sister and I’m fucking you. That’s pretty gross.”

Says the one flushed like a little schoolboy, you want to say, grabbing the pillow harder; but the breath is fucked out of you when he grips your ass to pull you back against him. The wet sound of your bodies meeting awfully obvious, yet you can’t stop. “Thank you, niichan, Rin nii fucks me so well.” You hate having to play into him, and yet— and yet; you never want him to stop. Maybe you’d let him make a fool out of you until the end. “Want you,”

“Fuck,” he moans when you turn your head to the side, hicking you up against his strong body to clamp an aroun around your belly. “I know you do, that’s a good girl. Gon’make you cum so hard, promise.”

#tw.incest #tw.degradation #🥧suna.chan #💫ch.suna #🍯honey.pot #vERY BIG BRAIN BBY THANK YOUUUU

[iwaasfairy]

a lil foxgirl for inarizaki 🥺🥺 always willing to help out the team, even if she’s a bit of a troublemaker <3

listen .... having a little foxgirl as the former cheerleader for inako is (﹡ᵗ ᵔ ᵗ ﹡) so fucking cute!!! they’d all dote on her so much but also be the perfect people to put her in her place (also i just found oUT LITTLE FOXES ARE CALLED KITS oR CUBS!!! IM!!! SO DEVESTATED THATS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER)

tw gangbang, spit, petplay (? just a baby bit it’s more a personality type)

You’re held by your arms, mouth open and drool dripping down your tongue in a lewd string onto the floor as tsumu pulls his fingers from your throat to slip them into his own mouth. “Yer such a pretty cub. Even when she’s nasty enough to walk around with cum dripping outta her. dont’cha think, Samu?” ‘Mhm,’ Osamu simply responds, too busy toying with your tits and sucking them as you remain in place.

Not like you want to, but Aran’s grip is very sturdy on your hips. Before you can even let out some kind of disagreement or talk back, a tall frame blocks your view. Suna narrows his eyes at you and your open mouth, before a curl comes to his lips. “You’re still full of Kita-san’s cum and still needy for more, yeah?” You shiver when he trails his thumb over your bottom lip and over your pointy teeth. “Watch yourself this time, or I won’t be as nice.”

Then he’s taking out his hard cock and placing it on your awaiting tongue, as the fingers toying with your slick hole grow impatient. And the sucking and soft, teasing bites of your tits by Osamu and Akagi under you, along with the soft brushes of Kita on your lower back all soon start to feel like too much. “Can someone just fuck me already, or are you all just going to look?”

The snort Aran makes is the only sound for just a few seconds, before you can feel a fat cock slapping against your wet hole right when Rintaro pushes into your mouth and your eyes flutter closed, his long fingers tangling into your hair and pulling you down on his cock immediately, grunting. “Fucking brat.”

You groan around him when the cock pushes further into you, stretching you open as someone’s fingers come to toy at your puffy clit. And you try to keep quiet but it’s impossible to with so much stimulating, letting Suna push further into your throat and the person -or people- behind you enjoy their share. And a soft voice hums. “Someone else take her other hole, our kit’s clearly got a bit too much bite still.”

#🍯honey.pot #tw.gangbang #tw.spit #tw.petplay #💫ch.atsumu #💫ch.osamu #💫ch.aran #💫ch.kita #💫ch.suna #💒fox.pet

[iwaasfairy]

suna and watersports. Thats is, thats all. If u like this idea, Please write something im dying to read something like that!! Have a nice day/evening/night!!

thank you baby!! this was my first wastersports ask so i hope i did it justice ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

tw degradation, piss <33

One hand holding your wrists to the wall, another keeping you locked on his thick thigh by your hip. His fingers are dug deep into your skin, definitely leaving crescent moons into the flesh with how hard he’s pressing. But none of that matters when he’s dragging his lips down your throat and down the valley of your breasts, your head tilted up to give him all the access he could ever want. “Rin,” you whine, grinding down on his thigh like he had you do the last half of the taxi ride, no mercy. “Please, Rintaro, I’ll be good for you in a minute. I just have to-”

“Shut up,” he grunts, dragging his tongue away from your pebbled nipple to glare at your from under his lashes, “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He doesn’t drop your wrists when he straightens up, but hovers his face right in front of you. His lips almost brush up against yours when he speaks. “Keep your hands up there. Don’t you dare move.” He’s never fair when he gets in one of his moods, and it seems like tonight won’t be any different. But you were both drinking at the party, and you’re starting to feel it. So when he presses your hips into motion on his thigh again, you can’t help but whine out loud.

“God, Rintaro, I’m sorry that Tsumu made a stupid joke,” you beg, arms crossed pathetically above your head as you grind down on his thigh, your panties stuck to your folds with your the wetness of your desperate cunny. “Now let me go use the bathroom so we can continue please.” At your words his lips turn into a fine line, long fingers moving from your thigh to grab your face and smush it.

“You really think I’m playing this game with you tonight?” He pulls his thigh from between your legs, dropping you back to the floor with your cheeks still pushed tight. His free hand fiddles with the zipper of your skirt to drop it between your bodies, then shoving down your panties. His hand immediately comes in between your legs to collect some of the slick collected in your drooling pussy, and starts working them around.

“You really think you can push me so far, don’t you? That nothing will happen because I always let it go, huh?” You stay silent, still pouting in his grip while two fingers work into you and the thick of his palm pushes up against your clit. At your silence, he smirks. “Pathetic cockslut.”

It feels good, so you moan, but your one hand comes to rest on his shoulder automatically. He doesn’t appreciate that, because he drops his hand from your face to maneuver your legs apart instead, pumping his fingers into you harder. “So fucking lucky I love this sloppy mess this much,” he grunts. Then he pulls the digits out of you and slips them into his mouth, licking them clean. “Take this off,” he motions to his pants as he cleans your taste off his fingers, and you hurry forward to do so instantly. But in the back of your mind there’s a little voice screaming at you to stall for a second to just use the restroom, because you have to go so bad. And once you start you won’t be able to.

It’s only around the corner, you can just— “You walk away now and I’ll fuck my hand instead. For the next month if that’s what it takes to teach you,” Rintaro mumbles against your ear, clearly having noticed your hands stopped. And you whine at him long enough to hear the pout, but he only kisses down your jaw and then your lips. So you cross your legs and blink your tears away, finally getting down his pants enough to move his boxers out of the way. His hot cock is rock hard, has been since the ride back. Rin grunts against your skin when you pump him up and down, but he’s clearly out of patience. “Spread ‘em, right now.”

You do, though your bladder feels like it can give any moment, just holding your stomach tight as hard as you can. He rubs himself through your slick folds a few times, before pushing in. Even now the fit is still so tight, and it makes your whole body tremble. His fat cock pushes all the way into you, your other arm moving to his shoulder too. He starts fucking you right away, hard, the loud squelch of your pussy being filled over and over again filling the room. “So fucking tight,” he grunts, kissing you and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When you pull back though, you keep your head tilted back and your eyes closed.

It’s so embarrassing. “Rin, you feel so good,” you try, whining when his hand comes between your legs to rub at your puffy clit. Your body’s too tight. You cling onto his shoulders harder. “But I gotta pee.” You whimper when he pinches your clit, already bringing you to a high with the repeated deep, hard thrusts. He mumbles something incomprehensible into your mouth with another kiss, speeding up his thrusts even more. He uses his finger to just keep constant pressure on your sensitive nub with each snap of his hips, your legs almost giving out at the feeling. But you pull back to breathe again. “Rin! I’m gonna—”

“Gonna piss yourself like a stupid, little slut,” he finishes for you, pushing you back against the wall harder and pounding his fat cock into your body so deep you feel like it’s driving the air out of you. The pressure becomes too much. “Fucking do it then, I’m not stopping,” his hiss is pressed into your neck where he bites down. And with a few more ruthless pumps you release all over, getting yourself, him and the floor all wet. Your tears slip down your face when your boyfriend doesn’t even slow, sucking a hickey into the side of your neck until it’s sore. “You’re so pathetic,” he mumbles, “you’re cleaning this up later.” 

But he still brings his hand down to rub your clit again, and soon you’re moaning out his name over and over again cumming on his perfect cock.

#honey mail #tw.piss #tw.degradation #tw.watersports #💫ch.suna #🥧ws.suna

[iwaasfairy]

hi m.b nonnie here! U don't have to reply or nything but uhhh,,, could i have soft suna-nii taking care of his baby sister??? mhahashas been having a shit week lately and all i wanna do is to be split open and go stupid by suna-nii's fat cock and be bred like the dumb bitch that i am by him sigh i wanna have a suna-nii >:((

mindbreak nonnie i missed yoUUUU!! mwuah i’m so sorry your week hasn’t been going well. i hope this helps cheer you up, even if it’s just a little bit! thank you for saying rintarou ughhh i love him 🥺🥺

tw incest, oral (receiving), breeding, soft rin nii <//33 heart full

“Gonna take it?” he asks, knowing full well you can’t respond. When you get like this, or rather get talked about like this is by his friends, you already know how it ends. You never know when he comes home pissed except from the way he carries himself around you. Demands you. Owns you. So with your face down in his dirty laundry— you tried to help him out by cleaning it before he folded you over with a little frown— he now has your skirt pulled down your legs and pussy spread open on his tongue. Three fingers going in and out of you over and over. Your head is all cloudy from his fingers and the continued prodding of the pink muscle, back arched for your niichan. “Gonna take my fat cock, huh?” the soft mumble comes, and you manage to hum and nod this time.

Just a moment of reprieve before he’s licking you clean and moving to suck on your clit. He rubs his tongue against it like he’s trying to melt you into a puddle, and your arms start to feel a bit numb with the way you are clinging to the edge of the toppled laundry basket still. You need something to hold when he gets like this, or else you’re completely lost. You tremble under him with soft calls of his name until suddenly your knees lock and you cum all over his lips. With your vision blacking he fucks his fingers into you until you’re left quivering, before kissing your clit and pulling back. “There. Who makes you cum like this?”

Even though you can’t see it, you know his face is flushed. He’s asking, yes— but not just to have you feed his ego. He’s genuinely questioning tonight, so the truth comes a little bit easier than other days. “You do, niichan. Only Rin nii.” The slurred confession is enough to have the gentle circles of his fingers on your ass stuttering for a moment, and he grunts.

“Yeah, I do. And I’ll keep making you cum like this forever.” He lifts you from the floor by slipping an arm beneath you and pulling you back against his chest, then presses kisses to your cheek and neck. Until you turn to watch him and he kisses you right away, too greedy to pretend otherwise. “No one else can take care of you like me,” he mumbles against your lips, hands slipping to your hips. He helps you up into his lap too, knowing how weak your legs get, and sits back against the side of the bed with deep breaths. It’s strange how often you seem to end up here, but something about the bed you two used to share back in your memories is too sacred to soil. The laundry will do, he seems to think it too as he lowers you onto his cock with a groan.

The stretch is perfect, heating your body to a blazing inferno from within. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He wraps his arms around you and rolls his hips to yours, chest smushed to yours where you rest your chin on his shoulder. You barely have the strength to lift yourself from his cock to drop down, but you make a good try anyway, because when Rin nii is happy you know you will be too. He always makes sure of that. His fat cock slides in and out of your wet cunt with each motion, reaching so deep you can’t open your eyes without tearing up. He keeps you so close while fucking up into you, his nose rested against your temple. “That’s it, just like that. Take niichan’s cock. It’s yours.”

The lewd squelch and heavy breathing is all you can hear when you nod against him, placing open mouthed kisses on his skin. “I’m yours too, Rintarou nii. Want you to cum inside.” You want his warmth filling you up entirely, stuffing you to the brim with it and making you overflow. You love him, he deserves that much. “Rin nii,” you beg again, and he has half a brain in between the hard thrusts into your sloppy pussy to go ‘hm?’ You dig your nails a little deeper into his hair. “Cum inside me, niichan. Wan’it.”

“Fucking— shit, you want niichan’s cum that bad? You want it filling you up, fucking a baby into you, huh?” He grunts louder this time, and speeds up so that you can barely meet his motions anymore. You nod wildly though, grabbing onto his shoulder to dig your nails in. “Gonna cum,” he says. Your tits rubbing up against him, the coil in your belly wrapped so tight. You mumble something about ‘want rin nii’s babies’ right when he crushes you to him so tight for a second you forget to breathe, and then he’s calling out your name. The feeling of the warmth shooting into you is enough to bring you to your own high, as he fucks you through it. “Take it, fuckfuckfuck- good girl, good fucking girl.” Fat cock filling you a few more times before you collapse against him and he breathes out so heavy it makes you giggle.

“Love you,” he presses his lips against the shell of your ear over and over again, as you whisper the same to him.

#tw.incest #tw.breeding #honey mail #💫ch.suna #mindbreak nonnie 🖤 #🥧suna.chan

[iwaasfairy]

I put three asks in the same post because it’s all about the pet girls but thank you so much for your messages and enjoy mwuah

Includes: Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Suna

@black-jackalsbabie asked: Pls provide me with some lamb girl content wiht whoever you choose. pls I’m starving as one of the few members of the lamb girl club🥺💕

tw oikawa + lamb girl, master, aurilism, corruption, choking

“How long have you been thinking of this, hm?” he asks, pressing his fingers into the sides of your neck. It feels so good, makes the world tilt a little and has your slick pussy clenching around him. “Innocent, little lamb my ass, look how much your pussy’s drooling on my cock.” The slow drawl of his hips making you mewl, dragging along your tight walls on the way out. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Yes, feels -hng- so good,” you cock your head back and shudder when he pushes back inside, snapping his hips harder. The wet slapping of skin meeting skin. “Tooru, you feel so big inside. Ah, ah- thank you for your cock,” throat being squeezed closed a bit tighter, rhythm growing impatient as he drills his cock into your soft walls, “love it, love it so m-much.”

He lifts your thighs to your chest, squishing them into you as he leans his weight onto you and holding onto your knee for leverage, as the other comes to your face to rub his thumb over your swollen lips. He slides back in with a grunt, and stares down at the way your eyes are shut tight when he ruts the head of his cock into your pussy. “Look at how much you love your master’s cock. Been waiting for this since the beginning, huh. My filthy pet.”

Anonymous asked: iwa + puppy girl lives rent free in my head

tw iwaizumi + puppy girl, daddy, voyeurism, degradation

His fingers tap your sensitive spot a few times, before he slides them down more, allowing you to rock yourself onto them so easily. Even with your panties in the way he can feel how drenched they’ve become from just a few minutes of longing, your thighs rubbing together so desperately it was almost making you look pitiful. “Daddy, more. Please,” you whisper though, and he sends you a little look, before leaning his chin onto your shoulder.

“What did I say, you whiny bitch,” he mumbles against your neck, slipping his fingers under the crotch of your panties and pushing them aside. “What did I say just two minutes ago?”

“‘S good, want -mhm- more, deeper.” His other hand is already up to tilt your face towards him as you’re pushed down in his lap. Forcing two fingers into your greedy pussy from the start and moaning at the way he curls them into you. So tight but so good, your slick dripping down them as you grind your hips back into him. Your lips parted and eyes fluttering with your feet planted either side of his legs on the couch.

When you only give him more incoherent babbling, he growls. “Pup, shut it up, you’re going to wake Makki.” Not that he'd mind the view, passed out on the opposite couch as you let Hajime fuck you on his fingers, thumb circling your clit again and again. “Try me again and daddy’s not giving you any of his cum. Leave this poor cunt completely empty.”

Anonymous asked: omggg do u have any more of suna with a foxgirl bc ur right he has such brat tamer vibes aaaaaaaaa 😭🥴😩👉🏼👈🏼

tw suna + fox girl, daddy dom rin, degradation, spanking

You’re bent over the sink, hair pulled tight as you whimper. “Think it’s still funny? Think it’s still fucking funny, slut?” His other hand making quick work of shoving your skirt up and panties down, exposing your leaking cunny. The club bathroom’s red lights dousing you both, sweat still rolling down his temple. He doesn’t give you the time to prepare yourself before his long fingers are gliding inside you and ruthlessly stretch you out, walls clenching around them. “You’re mine. My dumb fox slut.”

The tug of your head into an arched back is painful but so good, his hard motions still so calculated and pleasurable inside you. You’re already dripping from earlier. “Rin, why are you mad?” you attempt to grin, but he stuffs his fingers inside again so well that your mouth drops open and a strangled whimper comes out.

“Try again.” He pulls his fingers out of you to rub your clit, before spanking your ass, hard. So hard your hip bones hit the sink and you squeak out his name. “Try again, pretty cub, or I won’t fuck you.”

“Fine, fine,” you cry when he starts unbuckling his belt, “I’m sorry, daddy.”

#🍯honey.pot #tw.aurilism #tw.corruption #tw.voyeurism #tw.spanking #tw.harddom #tw.degradation #💫ch.oikawa #💫ch.iwaizumi #💫ch.suna #💒lamb.pet #💒puppy.pet #💒fox.pet

[iwaasfairy]

kajhjhskadj mindbreak anon here! i hope you don't mind me spamming ur inbox full w these *fiddles w fingers* you can just ignore it if you don't wanna reply, i don't mind! Ne ways-- I also feel like the lazy yandere's (e.g: rin-rin and nimi,etc.) are also into mindbreaking! They won't tell you but they love it whenever you turn into a needy greedy whore for them, like you become sooo cute that they can't help but reward you w their cocks bc you've been nothing but a good girl!

Mindbreak nonnie, I don’t mind at all. This inbox is all yours ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡ you saying rin really had my heart going boom boom I just love him so much.

tw yandere, mindbreak

The thing with the lazy yanderes like nimi, sunarin, maybe also taichi and even kuroo (he’s not really lazy but he takes it at such a slow and comfortable pace that you don’t even notice he’s manipulating the hell out of you until it’s much too late) is that they love how pliable and easy you become. It just serves to feed their egos and make them puff up with pride, definitely when they can have you all mellow in public or in front of their friends.

Rintarou loves how desperate you are to please him. He doesn’t even have to do anything, just a crooked glance is enough to have you on edge and begging to make it up to him. You’d have your pretty, little mouth around his cock all day if he’d let you, just so he doesn’t ignore you or make you feel horrible. And he doesn’t even have to be mean to you anymore, but sometimes he just does it to see you cry, to see how far you’re willing to push yourself to please him.

Kunimi too. Watching you drip all over yourself as you stuff your fingers into your pussy on your hands and knees like a bitch in heat, it’s just so cute. And you whine so cutely when he ignores you too, fisting your hands in your frilly skirt to trail behind him. It’s not easy to find anything to criticise anymore, because you’ve just become such a good, cockhungry pet for him. But sometimes he just enjoys watching you get torn down, face falling as you already know you’ll get punished.

They could do anything to you. Fuck you in front of your friends, make you cry for their fingers or spit or cock. And you clench so tight whenever they finally give into you too, which makes it all worth it. <33 They really love their dumb, slutty girls, but they won’t ever tell you. Can’t have you getting a big head about it, now can they?

#honey mail #tw.mindbreak #tw.yandere #mindbreak nonnie #💫ch.suna #💫ch.kunimi

[iwaasfairy]

I have a whole kinktober list to get to but I need someone to write a sleazy inarizaki thing so baddd :(( atsumu + suna + kita potheads who dote on their cute innocent friend and play strip poker and make you do edibles you didn’t even know you wanted but if you don’t they make really mean jokes n call you a prude. and if you do you end up in between atsumu and rin and they just have so much fun using your pretty mouth to put things in there that don’t belong in there like their spit or fingers or maybe make you lick something you shouldn’t but you don’t know any better :`/ and kita is ‘watching over you’ so you don’t have to worry but also he blows his smoke into your face and kisses you and makes you sit in his lap to whisper dirty things to you

#I beg #ring ring #thirst #if anyone knows some grimy ina please tag me in it I am on a whole search l #I’ll prob write about this after I finish my wip in like a week lolol but the more the better #💫ch.atsumu #💫ch.suna #💫ch.kita