#haikyuu x imagines
dad!hq reaction to their daughter who cuts their own bangs (which is an epic fail lol) hsdkshdkhdksh
HAIKYUU WHEN THEIR CHILD CUTS THEIR OWN HAIR (and fails)
+ featuring. oikawa, mattsun, atsumu, akaashi, iwaizumi, bokuto, kageyama
+ a/n. I couldn’t include all the boys under that post but I’ll put them in the next one <3 + added kags for @apricitobio
⸗ OIKAWA shares his daughter's horrified expression when she taps on his shoulder, crying loudly as she shoves a pair of scissors towards him, pointing at her (now) short hair. "i was trying to get it like the magazine!," the six-year old explains, obviously disheartened at the new...style she's sporting. oikawa gives in to her hysterics (cue your husband whining, "y/n-chan, her beautiful hair!," while your daughter sobs along)—but putting that aside, he comforts her, "you look gorgeous anyway," he says, brushing the stray strands out of her face as he takes her tiny hands in his, "what if daddy and you go get new haircuts together, hm?" (it soothes her immediately but now your man-child is emptying his wallet on a daddy-daughter self-care day, well, as long as they're happy).
⸗ MATTSUN's initial reaction is to let out a laugh. it's not that his princess isn't always beautiful to him (read : his daughter has him wrapped around her little finger), just that the lopsided bangs falling on her forehead remind him a bit too much of shiratorizawa's old setter. crouching to her height, he keeps his hands on her shoulders, turning her away from the mirror—regardless of how funny it may be, mattsun doesn't like seeing his baby sad. "y'know," he whispers, "i'd let you give me a haircut too," mattsun states, making her giggle and ask, "really, daddy?"—he nods out a yes, even if it means he may have to go around looking like a raven-colored mop. (but no, she doesn't end up cutting his hair. they do make a visit to the salon together though).
⸗ ATSUMU is ever the dramatic father, eyes widening as he drops onto his knees, shaking his son's figure lightly as he ruffles his hand through his uneven hair. "what were ya tryna do?," he asks, heart dropping a bit as the smile on his son's face drops, eyebrows furrowing. "i was tryin' to look like ya, daddy," he mutters, now doubting his fresh undercut, but that disappointment is short-lived (expected, really) as atsumu shakes him again, only this time it's full of happiness (and a few tears of joy, but in atsumu's very own words—"ma eyes are sweatin', that's it!"). let's just say they had a fun time getting their hair styled at the parlor together the next day (unfortunately though, to atsumu's (and his son's) dismay, you did not allow him to dye your eight year old child's hair yellow).
⸗ AKAASHI handles it well, as he always does. his eyes widen slightly in shock when he sees his daughter wobbling towards him, rubbing her red eyes, “papa, look wha happened to m’ hair,” she whines, and a small frown forms on his face at the heartbreak in her tone. he immediately wipes off any tears she has on her face, his hands soft (as is his voice). “did you cut it yourself?,” he asks, although it‘s pretty obvious she did. she whimpers out a yes, mumbling about how she looks ugly now— causing akaashi to shake his head in response, throwing her one of his gentle smiles—“you always look beautiful, angel,” he affirms, pleased as she begins to smile, “c’mon, we’ll get it fixed at the hairdresser’s.” (they have a field day, and your daughter’s no longer upset because a day out with her dad means she’s getting ice-cream).
⸗ IWAIZUMI doesn’t even notice it at first, to be honest. he disregards his son as the little guy climbs into his lap, clinging onto his arm. “papa,” he nudges, poking his side with a small hand, voice on the verge of cracking— it immediately catches iwaizumi’s attention, who switches off the t.v to tend to his son, who to his surprise, is now sporting raggedly cut hair. “baby, what did you do?,” he asks (his voice may be gruff but the smile on his face betrays him), hand going to his son’s head to ruffle his hair affectionately, “papa told you not to play with scissors.” iwaizumi’s ready to enter lecture mode (solely because he couldn’t stand his son getting hurt), but decides against it when he notices the pout on the little face, instead choosing to press a kiss to his forehead—”’s okay,” iwaizumi assures, “i’ll fix it for you.” (your son is now rather excited to get an exclusive hajime haircut, his disappointment forgotten).
⸗ BOKUTO’s daughter is not unlike him— full of spirit, upbeat and contagiously exciting— but unfortunately, she also exhibits his infamous emo mode. that’s how you find the father and daughter crying in your room, their arms around each other as she sniffles, “my hair!,” and your childish husband nods along, mourning its loss. after a few minutes though, they turn to look in the mirror together—and bokuto notices the shape of his daughter’s head is quite like his. “hey hey,” he says, grinning widely as he scoops her up in his arms, “we look the same!” this of course, makes both of them happy (it’s amazing how they switch moods that fast)—well, good for you—now instead of being disturbed by their loud crying, you get to hear their excited loud cheers.
⸗ KAGEYAMA is another one who finds it hard to identify the problem. he’s sitting on the bed, head on your lap—headphones plugged in while he’s watching a match, so as to not interrupt your sleep. he doesn't realise the first time his daughter calls out his name, which leads out to the (quite literally) mini kageyama tugging on his sleeve, lips wobbling as she points at her uneven hair. "pa!," the four year old whines, (still being soft enough as to not wake you up—she's a smart kid), making kageyama immediately set his phone down, moving to cup her face with his hands, brows furrowing. "hm?," he asks, "what's the matter?," kageyama is yet to notice her hair, and is only able to make sense of it when his daughter explains how she'd got slightly curious with the kitchen scissors and accidentally cut her hair off. really, he still doesn't see much of a difference—but his daughter seems to care, so he scoops her up in his arms, patting her cheek, "we'll go to aunty miwa's to get it fixed, hm?," he offers, which makes his daugther happy (unbeknownst to them, you're watching it all unfold from your comfortable place on the bed).
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SUNDAY MORNINGS WITH THE HQ BOYS
akaashi, sugawara, suna, and kenma !
a/n: i've been thinking of this for a while and i've only gotten around to it now lmao.
warnings: use of the pet name 'love'. unedited.
☁︎ － AKAASHI KEIJI
sunday mornings with akaashi were a treat, full of silent chattering and soft smiles. it begun with making cinnamon buns, akaashi giving you small pecks on your nose, chuckling softly at the small blush coating your cheeks.
you had long conversations in between, talking about anything and everything. it was be mid afternoon when you'd finally be done, but both of you were happy with the result. a whole uninterrupted morning of each other's presence.
☁︎ －SUGAWARA KOUSHI
sunday mornings with sugawara were full of the hum of nature. you two walked around the parks, hand in hand, the wind blowing softly, with the branches swaying side to side.
it was full of wide smiles, running around the park, marvelling at the flowers, and going on an 'adventure.' it was everything you did when you were younger, and now you were doing it again.
☁︎ －SUNA RINTARO
sunday mornings with suna were lazy, full of caffeine and silence. you breathed out a raspy good morning, suna giving you a small peck on your forehead before heading to the coffee machine. you sat at the kitchen, staring at him making the coffee, taking note of his half lidded eyes, and his tousled hair.
he offered you a mug of coffee, giving you another kiss, before taking a sip of his coffee. "good morning, love."
☁︎ －KENMA KOZUME
mornings are non-existent with kenma. you two stay in bed till noon, hands around each other as you sleep in each other's warmth. when you two finally start to get up, the sun is already high up in the sky, the bed messy and the house silent. you sit up in bed, covering kenma in the blanket as he wakes up.
you two stay up in silence, squinting as you try to get up for the day. "good morning," kenma whispers, giving you a soft peck.
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[a/n: sorry for not posting for a couple days! i wasn’t really feeling all too well both physically and mentally so i took a tiny break from posting.
warnings: reader is terrible at dying ‘tsumu’s hair
atsumu claims that he honestly lives just for volleyball, you, and that feeling of your fingers as they stroke and run through his hair. and he isn’t even joking in the slightest. there’s something about it — he’s not entirely sure what it is, but he has a few guesses —, something that just makes him feel like he’s in heaven. it really really makes him feel relaxed and calms him down whenever he’s stressing or anxious about something. he’d even shove his head into your hands like some cats do while they’re being pet as a silent request/reminder for you to rustle and finger-comb and — being completely frank — play with his hair. he’s seriously considering stopping going to salons permanantly to get his hair to their blond state whenever their color fades out and instead getting you to do it; even if you’re the worst person to do that in whole wide world, he’d still consider it. (you tried once before and well… it was… a statement (his pr manager was a bit disappointed tbh and sent him straight to a professional hairstylist))
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akaashi x reader
The boy stood in front of your locker contemplating if he should put the note in your locker. He knew you both had some type of connection, after all you’ve known each other since you’re first year of junior high.
He took a deep breath and pushed the light pink letter into your locker
He stood at the gates of the school waiting for you to come, as he saw you approaching him he stiffened
“Oh Akaashi I wasn’t expecting to see you here” you said “why’d you want me to come?”
“Well, I’ve been holding this back for a while, ever since I’ve met you you’ve been by my side though everything, you’re always so kind and sweet. And you are just….perfect. I wanted to ask you, will you be my girlfriend?”
You looked at the boy, with your smile oh so bright, “of course” you said and pulled him close
He pulled you closer and relaxed
Today was definitely a day to remember
Hope you enjoyed and happy birthday to Akaashi <3
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summary; the time you almost broke the internet
♡ pairing; k.kenma x gn!reader
♡ genre; fluff
♡ w.c; 1.9k
♡ warnings; swearing
a/n; happy belated birthday kenken <3
*this fic is a part of my ‘five ways to say i love you’ mini-series. check out the other stories here!
You are lovingly dubbed as “The Hand.”
The almighty mysterious being that appears on and off-screen whenever Kodzuken needs something— water, snacks… a poke on the forehead. The fans have never seen your face— not even heard your voice. The only parts they’ve been privy to are the little scar on your arm from a bike accident when you were a kid, and the bombass manicure you’re sporting that week.
Until now, that is.
The stream starts off like any other— the only difference being the unusually early start time. It’s Kenma’s first charity event, a 24-hour stream that starts at 6 am and ends at 5:59 am the next day to raise money for children who didn’t have access to sports or fitness opportunities.
“Hey everyone,” Kenma says around a yawn when he starts. He’s in a hoodie (his own merch) and sweats (also his own merch) and he rubs one eye while sipping on his first coffee of the day. “Hope you’re ready cause I’m not.”
You stifle your giggle as you walk over to him, a blanket in hand. You reach around the back of one of the monitors and drop it on his head. He grunts on impact. “Thanks,” Kenma says with a smile when he pulls the material into his lap, remnants of sleep still stuck along his lashes. You nearly coo and the chat bursts to life.
look at him smiling!! kjdfhsdkfkasjdlaks
It’s The Hand! Good Morning Hand! 👋👋👋
loving the new mani 🥺
sleepy ken-ken is my fav omgggg
i luv rage ken-ken more lol
His golden eyes flicker across the screens, coffee clutched in his hand. “The chat says good morning,” Kenma says and you wave. He reads a few more messages with a small quirk of the lip. He peers at you over the rim of his cup. “Can you wave to the viewers?”
You raise an eyebrow but lean over to sway your arm from side to side in front of the camera as he slips on his blue light glasses. You can see the dual screens reflecting off of them, the chat is going crazy. You eventually leave the room, blowing Kenma a kiss and a thumbs up.
You amble to your bedroom and settle down into bed, face buried into your pillow and one arm wrapped around your cat Rover, who mewls and snuggles deeper into the comforter. You wake up a few hours later and open the streaming app on your phone to see what Kenma is up to. You grin when you see he's playing Animal Crossing. He’s working on your shared island, de-weeding, and figuring out what to do for his fall/Halloween theme. After watching for a few more minutes, you stretch then roll out of bed.
You peek your head into the streaming room after swinging by the kitchen to find Kenma focused on one of the monitors. You lightly tap the doorframe to get his attention. He glances up. “Hey,” he says as you pick up his empty water glass and replace it with a fresh one. You take his coffee mug and place a bowl of apple slices on the table. The corners of his lips curve upward. “Thank you.”
The day progresses as such— you check up on his stream before appearing every once in a while to give him water, energy drinks, or food. Kenma comes by and gives you a kiss or a hug during his bathroom breaks, and once he takes his first fifteen-minute break, he collapses on the couch next to you.
“How are you doing?” You ask, brushing away his bangs. He sighs and turns his head to kiss your palm.
“M’tired,” he complains. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this for another seventeen hours.”
You chuckle as Rover jumps on him and kneads his stomach. “Take a nap.”
Kenma shakes his head. “If I do that, I won’t wake up,” he says. “I’m regretting this already.”
“Think of the children,” you say, pinching his cheek. He swats at your hand.
“Yeah,” Kenma grumbles, “It’s for the kids.”
He gets off your lap when he has five minutes to spare, leaning forward until his lips are barely touching yours. “Thanks for taking care of me while I do this,” he murmurs. You grin.
“Of course, Ken-ken. I’ll get another pot of coffee going.”
A few more hours go by— your hand pops in and out of the screen, the chat says hello. Kenma blinks up at you when you come by to switch his cups. Despite the copious amounts of caffeine, he looks tired and you frown at him. He notices the look but shakes his head. “I’m fine,” he insists.
And before you know it, it’s 5 am. You can barely keep your eyes open as you stand in front of the kettle. You’ve decided to power through the last bit with Kenma, keeping the streamer engaged with tea now that he’s passed your accepted limit of coffee and energy drinks. The whistle of the kettle makes you jump and you quickly move it off the burner. You pour the hot water into two mugs and add a teabag to each. You carefully carry them to the gaming room.
Kenma jolts when you place the mugs on the table. You narrow your eyes at him and mouth ‘are you okay?’ He nods, though it takes him a minute.
“Almost done,” he sighs, taking off his glasses and leaning back in his chair. Kenma lifts one of the cups to his lips. When you roll his extra gaming chair over, just out of frame, he quirks an eyebrow at you. “Are you gonna camp out with me?” You smile at him as you nod, leaning forward to grab your mug before settling down.
“You sure? We still have…” he checks the time. “Fifty minutes.” You nod again and motion to his computer— he's forgotten about his audience in the midst of talking to you. He winces. “Sorry guys,” he says, turning back to his monitors. He squints as he reads. “Yeah, it’s my partner… they will be here for the last stretch.” He chuckles at one of the messages and reads it aloud. “Will The Hand finally be The Face Reveal?”
You place your hand over your mouth to silence your laugh before taking a sip of your tea. “Hmm let’s see…” Kenma taps his finger on the rim of his drink. “Since we already hit the regular goal, if we can reach the stretch goal, then they will make an appearance.” He glances at you for confirmation and you shrug.
Though Kenma had raised a considerable amount, there was still a substantial amount left to meet the stretch goal, especially for the last forty-five minutes of the stream. It probably wasn't going to happen so you agree and kick the floor, slowly twirling in the seat as you scroll through your phone, and half-listen as he plays Minecraft, the last game of the stream.
The streamer stifles a yawn as he checks the time. “Five minutes left…” he looks over at the fundraising website pulled up on the other screen. “Wow guys, this is amazing.” He smiles sleepily at the camera. “We didn’t make it to the face reveal goal but that's cool. I’ll be giving away merch to the highest donator and have a random draw—“ His eyes grow wide as he immediately pauses. “Wait… guys don’t donate if you can’t afford it, it’s okay.”
You look up from your phone to find Kenma staring at his computer, hands hovering above his keyboard. You click on the streaming app. Last-minute donations are flooding in, the notifications won’t stop.
WE CAN DO THIS!!!
do it for the face reveal!
don’t feel obligated to donate, if u can’t afford it!!
The hand’s face the hand’s face the hand’s face the hand’s face
What a fucking mess 😂
hi from seoul! 🇰🇷
omg lol this is so chaotic
You watch as the donated amount goes up, up, up...
It’s silent as the number on the screen bursts into a cloud of confetti. Balloons fill the screen as the words "CONGRATULATIONS!" stare back at you. Kenma looks at you. You look at him. And then you burst into laughter. The chat explodes once more.
Did you hear that?! Was that them???
omg they sound so cute im already sobbing 😭
AHHH WE DID IT 🎉
HAND HAND HAND FACE FACE FACE ✋🗣
Kenma mutes his mic and turns to you. “You don’t have to do this,” he says. “Really, I kind of threw you in without asking first.”
You tug on the collar of your hoodie, Kodzuken merch, and smile at him as you brush your fingers through your hair to hopefully look more presentable. A flutter of butterflies frantically beat around in your stomach, anticipation waking you up better than any amount of coffee and energy drinks can. “It’s fine,” you tell him. “We were going to do this at some point so I don’t mind." You grimace when you catch a knot. "Sorry I look like a mess.”
Kenma smiles softly at you, hand reaching out to detangle the strands. “You always look beautiful to me.”
“Wow, sleep-deprived Kodzuken has reached a new level,” you tease and drag him closer to press your lips to his. You can’t even imagine what the chat must look like right now. “Go ahead, I’ll come on whenever you want me to.”
Kenma nods then give you one more kiss. He turns back to the webcam. “Alright,” he breathes. “I don’t know how you guys pulled through at the last minute, but we did it. Firstly, thank you so much to everyone who donated. This charity means a lot to me so I’m grateful to everyone who contributed, whether it was a dollar or a hundred.” He glances at you and you roll your chair closer to him. “As promised, I would like to introduce you to, 'The Hand.'”
You stick your hand out and wave, laughing after a moment of reading through the comments. “I’m kidding,” you say as you roll your chair in the frame. It's weird to be on this side of the monitors.
The chat nearly breaks, unable to keep up with the multitude of comments that flood in. You respond to a few, tittering and bantering as Kenma leans his head against your shoulder, slips his hand into yours. You reach around his head to pet his hair. “We should probably end it here,” you whisper. “Maybe we can do something like this again. Thanks to everyone who participated!” Kenma lethargically waves before ending the stream. He groans and pushes his chair back.
You allow him to drag you out of the gaming room and to the bedroom. Rover is already there, curled up on Kenma's pillow. He moves out of the way when Kenma nudges him gently to the side, curling around the streamer's head when he settles. You giggle and slip in as well. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him until you're flush against his body.
“I know I already said this a lot, but thanks again for taking care of me today," he says, squeezing you a little tighter. "Promise to return the favor later."
You grin against his collarbone. "No worries, just get some sleep."
He murmurs something incoherent, fast asleep when you whisper, "Night, Ken-ken.”
You're awoken several hours later to your phone blowing up. When you tap on the screen and check the first notification, the title makes you chuckle.
New Video!! Koduzen and The Hand nearly break the internet.
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I was thinking about Atsumu having is balls sucked until he is fucked out of his mind... What do you think about it?
a/n: what do I think about it— I've been thinking vout this ask ever since you sent it to me also if yall want do send in thirsts like these I love em as much as I love Atsumu's balls <3
THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.
warnings: edging, smut.
"Baby, give me a— ah— a second." Atsumu groans from above you, hands entangled in your hair, pulling and pushing as he wills.
"No!" You frown, pulling your gaze from his pretty cock to meet his eyes; only half-open as he seems to be trying to keep them open, rolling back in his head, lips parted and glossy with drool, face bright red and sweaty. "You said I could play with you as I wanted today."
"Yes but— fuuuck!" He throws his head back when you latch onto his pretty balls again, tongue rolling around for more stimulation. He can't even finish his sentence, Atsumu knows you won't stop until he's cummin dry, anyway.
You've always had this fascination, or maybe obsession with Atsumu's balls; ever since that one time you had made him cum without touching his cock once, and only his balls in your mouth.
You could never forget how he looked that day, laying spent on the bed, body still shaking with how hard he had came, chest rising and falling as his cock kept twitching. You had never heard him so clearly, Atsumu was always open with his moans and groans, but youhad never heard him cry out, never so desperate, so needy.
"Please— fuck, baby, please! Just let me cum, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
And how could you not be addicted after seeing him like that?
He just has the prettiest balls, too— heavy and plump in your hands, spilling out of your mouth whenever you try to suck on them.
"Baby, baby, fuck!" Atsumu groans the last word when you just barely make it hurt, watch his cock twitch like crazy at the pain he can't hide that he likes. His hand tries to both pull you in and push away from his cock, to which you make him cry out in pain again.
"Atsumu—" you whine, the vibrations of your voice making the hunk of a man shiver from tip to toe. "Stop interrupting me."
"I—ah my fuckin' God, sorry, oh—fuck!— sorry." His back arches off of the bed, fingers twisting into the sheets as you keep playing with him however you want, you like his cock a lot, your hand always fumbling with the zippers of his pants whenever you get the chance, but having him naked like this on the bed is some other type of fun.
You softly suck on the soft skin and make him moan loudly, hips twitching towards your mouth, hand coming up to pump his cock. You frown when he groans as he touches his cock, twitching as he's already close to cumming.
"Stop it, Tsumu!"
"Baby!" He groans, voice breaking with need and desperation. "Just let me fuckin cum!"
"I will." You frown. "Just in a bit— okay? Just let me play with you a little more."
A little more, you say, but Atsumu knows you well, and he knows you won't let him go until he's on the verge of passing out.
But it's okay, he can always get back at you later for it, can't he? He'll just focus on this— oh, fuck, that felt good.
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haikyuu boys and their romance trope
w atsumu, osamu, suna, kita, sakusa, oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, kuroo, kenma, akaashi, bokuto, hinata, tsukishima, kageyama, suga, tendou, semi & ushijima
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extreme‼️ enemies to lovers wherein you absolutely despise each other's guts. a very slow burn romance, but i swear - the tension is suffocating as heck ✋
the popular! boy falls for the introverted girl and asks her to fake date him so his admires will back off. obviously he ends up falling for her 🙄... and BOOM there's your love story.
the epitome of "right person, wrong time," mixed with childhood! friends to lovers. whenever one of you is ready to confess, the other is either unavailable or emotionally unstable. this is the most frustrating trope imo
strangers! to lovers (au) in which you accidentally break down in front of a man who you've never met in the middle of the rain.
ah... the "I-hate-everybody-but-you" kind of romance <3 wherein the cold, aloof guy has a soft soft for you, while to others he seems like a completely different person.
the bad boy! got dared to "date the most unpopular girl in school because of a bet" trope 💔
"first love never really dies." after many failed relationships, a woman finds herself desperately longing for someone unattainable.
after letting go of the girl he loves for the sake of his brother, the universe gives him another chance five years later when they meet in completely different circumstances.
the rivals! to lovers kind of love 💕 the trope where banter reigns supreme *chef's kiss* one minute you're talking each other down, but the next? ... who knows ;)
tsundere boy! with the sunshine love interest. what started off as a nusiance for him, turned out to be something worth so much more.
wherein the cynical girl who doesn't believe in love is proven wrong by an eccentric guy who just won't leave her alone!
the misunderstood! girl catches the attention of the school's most admired student.
the "idiots-to-lovers" who are obviously soulmates, but they're just too oblivious to realize it 😔
after recently recovering from a toxic relationship, you meet the guy who unexpectedly picks up the broken pieces.
you cannot tell me that this man doesn't scream forced!👏proximity!👏trope!👏 you're failing chemistry, and the professor just got the cockiest guy in your year - who's infuriatingly intelligent - to tutor you.
the social butterfly! girl falls for the anti-social guy in class, despite his blunt personality.
your typical office romance wherein the stoic CEO! has feelings for his long-term assistant.
unrequited! love </3 girl pines after her longtime crush, only to get her hopes crushed everytime. when she finally had enough and tried moving on, she wonders... was it really one-sided, after all?
the school's sweetheart! forms a friendship with the bullied kid despite the looming prejudices of her peers.
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!!! : just good old twitter porn , tiny manga spoilers , time-skip!: kageyama , akaashi, atsumu , kenma, shirabu , semi, oikawa , & sugawara
word count : n/a
a/n : the setters.
kageyama tobio :
• showing you , his favorite , what his hands can really do when they’re not busy setting
• fucking you hard balls deep , beautiful moans being let out of your cute mouth , as he watches his balls smack blissfully against your ass
• after a long day of practice - fucking you hard balls deep - while he listens to your muffled moans as your head is pressed against the mattress
akaashi keiji :
• waking up with kaashi , while also waking up the neighbors
• dancing in the rain ??? no. fucking in the rain
• helping the pretty boy release in the shower
atsumu miya :
• fucking you balls deep after a long day of not seeing you during practice
• cuddle fucking on the couch , but making it rough as tsumu always likes it
• fingering you , not giving you anytime to breathe after you had just orgasmed
kozume kenma :
• teasing you slowly licking away at your cunt , after you gave him head under the table as he was streaming
• fucking you dumb - watching his seeds pain your gorgeous body
• giving your favorite boy a pussy job
shirabu kenjiro :
• releasing his stress on you , your back to his chest while you both lay on the bed as he fucks the brains out of you , after a stressful day of med school
• giving him a thigh job because he deserves it
• watching as your boobs perfectly bounce while kenji fucks you dumb
semi eita :
• spoiling you , eating you out , after you show up to his concert showering him with constant support
• bouncing your ass on his cock , as your boyfriend feels impatient to get home fucking you in the car in the alley of the venue he preformed at
• back arched as he hits it hard from behind
oikawa toru :
• couldn’t wait to give him his reward for winning his game , so instead you gave it to him in the car
• bouncing on his dick on the terrace of his beach house in argentina
• sitting on his face , while he loses himself in a trance finding peace in your warmth
sugawara koshi :
• fucking you from behind , watching as your pretty ass jiggles with every thrusts he makes
• feeling the urge to breed you after having baby fever for quite a while
• letting you take control - grinding against his pretty cock
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head empty just…
osamu freshly out of the shower, hair dripping down his tone body. what started out as a simple kiss and grab of your waist turned into him pounding into your pussy. your chest laying flat against the mattress as one of osamu’s hands has a tight grip on your hair, every snap of his hips pulling a little bit more. His other hand lashing a smack on your ass.
“thats it pretty baby, give me- oh fuck- one more” you can only feel yourself lose it when one of his hands reach around to rub fast circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge and feeling yourself hit your high. he slows down his pace finishing with a firm smack on your ass and grabbing the fat of it.
he moves closer so your back and his chest are flush against eachother. “how bout’ one more pretty darln’”
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NOTHING. || kozume kenma
you can‘t help but let a snort leave past your lips as you watch the bubble icon from the left side of the screen pop up signifying that the person you‘re holding a conversation with is responding to you.
the man with his profile picture set as a black cat is sending you messages like he has never sent anyone before. he‘s typing as fast as he can without even batting an eye for any mistakes, which he knows he doesn’t make. and it makes a smile etch on your face as you pull the hoodie you‘re wearing up your nose to allow his scent to enter your nose.
nothing really beats days like these wherein you and your not-so long distance boyfriend text each other at three in the morning, just to talk nonsense as if nothing else in this world matters.
kenma <3: pew pew, boom boom, explosion
me: man down! man down! mayday, mayday!
kenma <3: bang bang bang!
me: i‘m dead.
there‘s a light giggle that you release as you watch kenma react to your messages with the most random emojis he can choose from his selection. and you do the same as well, choosing emojis that have no correlation to the topic whatsoever, just merely picking them out for fun.
and when you‘re done with that, a call pops up your screen. you don‘t even bother reading the caller, already knowing who‘s sane enough to call you at three twenty-five in the morning.
"hey puddin," he says. it catches you off-guard, not used to the nickname nor have you heard of it before, but oh well.
"puddin‘ deez nuts into your mouth."
maybe you shouldn’t have trusted him after all.
"wow, amazing." you sarcastically say, rolling your eyes as you press your phone against your ear. kenma chuckles at your sarcasm, leaning into the headboard of his own bed as he relaxes his body. "so cool of you ceo kenma kozume."
"i know right?" he breathes out with a smile playing on his lips. "but besides that, what‘re you doing?" he asks. you shrug your shoulders and lean further into the cushion of your seat as you sigh and of something.
"doing something," you sigh.
"what something?" he asks.
you llaugh at your own joke, smirking lightly to nobody in particular as you await for his response. "oh okay, i see how it is." kenma smirks as well, rolling his eyes. "you wanna play like this?"
"yeah? you started this," you competitively say with a hint of childishness. kenma on the other hand snorts and closes his eyes with his golden hues showing competition.
"bring it on then,"
this piece is inspired by mine and @angeldlust 's dynamic
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What the Time-skip Haikyuu boys do with your hands when their hitting it.
Warnings ⚠️ nsfw
All are timeskip!
Would grab your hand with his large ones and and guide it around his collarbone, down his abs, and somehow finding it's way to his twitching cock. And with a smirk on his face he'd make you slowly pump his length, til' he squirts all over your pretty face. He'll collect his cum on his long fingers and shove it all into your mouth until you lick all of it off. Never waste it: Osamu, HANAMAKI, Terushima, Sugawara, SUNA, Tsukishima, TENDOU, Kenma
So soft with you. Will take your palms to his lips and softly kiss it while he bucks into you in an ungodly pace. He might even lick your fingers because they just taste so good. He likes it when you take control and start gagging him with your fingers. He has this beautiful drunk look in his eyes as drool runs down his swollen lips. And with a smile on his face he'd ask for more: AKAASHI, Yamaguchi, KITA, Shirabu, Daichi, Aone, Asahi, SEMI, Goshiki
Honestly doesn't give a single fuck if you're crying and begging for him to slow down because he's so focused on making you a drooling and sobbing mess. He wants the bedsheets to be SOAKED. He pays absolutely no mind to whatever you're blabbering right now. He's so hypnotized by the way you clench around him. He has both your hands pinned behind your back while he blows it out. All I gotta say is you poor thing: KYOTANI, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, SAKUSA, YAKU, Futakuchi, Matsukawa, Aran, Kunimi, USHIJIMA, Meian
Holds your hand till you both come together, but we're not done here. He will not hesitate to over stimulate you until you're almost unconscious. He has way too much energy left in him. And you? Well you're going to have to let him take control and use all of his energy on you. Letting him rut his cock into you so deep. When you start getting bratty you better be ready to get your hands tied up. So sit back and just take it: HINATA, Nishinoya, BOKUTO, Oikawa, Houshimi, LEV Kogane, Komori, Atsumu
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HAIKYUU AND SUBTLE FORMS OF PDA
+ a/n : sorry I’m in bit of a slump :// can feel my writing get progressively worse so take wtv this is ig.
⸗ kisses your forehead subconsciously.
it's more of a built-in reflex than a habit at this point, pulling you towards him by your arm, a quick peck landing on your head. it's the smallest of moments, yet so intimate— every time his lips touch your skin, you feel your heart skip a beat.
—iwaizumi, mattsun, daichi, ushijima, osamu, semi, akaashi, meian, aone, konoha, hirugami
⸗ keeps a hand firmly on your thigh.
whether you're sitting in his car, at the dining table for lunch, or in class, eyes fixated on your books— his palm rests on your lower thigh, occasionally squeezing it softly. it's a subtle gesture, but is how you communicate that you're always there by the other's side.
—sakusa, kita, daichi, kageyama, atsumu, kuroo, yaku, ukai jr., kyōtani, washio
⸗ links your pinkies together tightly.
his little finger is quick to find yours, wrapping around it securely— even if you aren't holding hands, they're always brushing against each-other. it's hardly noticeable, but c'mon, he can't keep his hands off—and neither can you.
—oikawa, kenma, nishinoya, yamaguchi, tendou, sugawara, lev, inouka, koganegawa, goshiki
⸗ rubs his cheeks against yours.
well, no, he’s not a cat, but nothing compares to the warmth of your face against his. he relishes the feeling of your soft skin touching his rougher face— so much so that it’s become a greeting of sorts whenever he sees you.
—kunimi, suna, asahi, bokuto, hinata, makki, komori, aran, akiteru, kindaichi, koganegawa, goshiki
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AKAASHI KEIJI HEADCANONS BC I AM A SIMP
warnings: suggestive in the first one. the use of 'love'. unedited.
a/n: just me being a simp and imagining things. i have been writing so so much. not complaining tho.
tattoo artist ! keiji who listened to you carefully when you talk about your ideas for your tattoo. he gently sat you down, chatting with you casually as he sanitised your skin. you take note off the several tattoos inked on his skin, covering his arms, hints of ink peeking through the collar of his shirt.
"yn?" he said softly, when he catches you staring. "i have quite a few tattoos, but i'm afraid i can't show you all of them. at least, not yet." he said with a small smirk.
florist ! keiji who followed you as you tried to pick a bouquet, telling you about different flowers and their meanings. "daffodils symbolise rebirth and new beginnings," he said.
you nodded, laughing awkwardly, "uh, i'll take them," you said, offering him a smile.
he smiled widely, thank you, uh-i'm akaashi keiji," he offered.
"hi, i'm yn," you offered.
painter ! keji who sat on the floor of his apartment, with supplies scattered around him, the mess fully covering the floor. you sat in the corner, watching him dip his paintbrush in red, delicately painting a landscape. music played in the background, and you couldn't help but think how ethereal it all looked. the mess of the apartment and keiji in the middle of it all.
"well, what do you think, yn?" he asked softly.
"it's so pretty," you gushed.
"thank you, love. i'd give you a kiss if i wasn't smeared with paint."
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𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 — 𝐤.𝐬
Pairing: Kiyoomi Sakusa x genderneutral!reader
Warnings: Fluff with some angst, kinda insecure!Kiyoomi
Summary: After you asked Kiyoomi to get your water bottle for you, he finds some interesting items in your bag.
A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and l decided to finish it for the sake of my sanity. I didn't to make this so soft and sweet, but my brain just did its own thing and I didn't have the nerve to change anything, so here it is. Reblogs and comments are appreciated as always, babes 🖤
Word count: 1.294 words
Kiyoomi didn’t expect to find this in your bag.
You had asked him to get your water bottle for you, the one that is decorated with various stickers in different colors and has a dent on one side because you accidentally dropped it once while you were climbing the stairs at home, told him to grab it while you buy something to eat for the two of you in the cramped school cafeteria that smells like overcooked vegetables and frying oil.
Surprisingly, it still catches him off guard when you’re so utterly mindful of his phobia and put so much effort into improving his day with small gestures and subtle actions here and there — purposely keeping him out of crowded places like you did today, picking spots for your already planned dates that don’t cause him as much anxiety as public places usually do and always reassuring him if his doubts cloud his mind and make it hard to grasp a clear thought.
Although he doesn’t say it often, he’s grateful for your kindness that enabled him to sit in an empty classroom instead of being stuck in a line of jostling students who are all impatiently waiting for their lunch. Still, practice starts in less than an hour and Kiyoomi knows he should hurry so you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy your food together without having to rush.
Yet, he can’t bring himself to move.
Honestly, Kiyoomi didn’t mean to snoop around in your things, really, but the small purse labeled with his name and a doodled heart caught his attention. For whatever reason, curiosity got the best of him and so, he dared to drag it out of its hiding spot between heavy books and messily scribbled notes you took absentmindedly in class, pull the zipper and sneak a careful glance at its mysterious contents. That’s why he’s now staring at a tube of clear hand sanitizer, two clean face masks, and a pack of disinfectant wipes to clean surfaces as seats and doors.
He hates doors. More than anything else. The thought of all these unclean hands grabbing the doorknob and smearing their germs over the cool metal makes his stomach churn uncomfortably and nausea crawl up his throat, though he is quickly pulled from the everlasting spiral of disgust when he finds a pair of latex gloves and a crumpled piece of paper listing a bunch of cleaning products in that strange purse as well.
The brand names are oddly familiar. In fact, most of them can be found in his bag, especially the one he uses for the gym because these products are essential for him and he carries them with him wherever he goes. How else is he supposed to survive in this hell? Though he can’t recall ever asking you to keep those items in your bag for him to use.
So why did he find them in your purse then?
“Omi, I was waiting for you! What’s taking you so long?” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and catches his attention. The smell of warm food makes his stomach growl hungrily as he looks over his shoulder to you. To his surprise, he finds a bag filled with take-out boxes dangling from your fingers and if he squints, he can faintly read the name of the Chinese restaurant down the street printed on the white plastic before you drop your lunch on one of the tables and take a step closer to study his expression with furrowed brows. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I found this in your bag,” Stoic eyes shift to the purse he’s been clutching tightly in his hands, thumb nervously running over the letters of his name and lingering over the scribbled heart for a second. The question he’s been meaning to ask hovers on his lips instead, engraved in a slight pout that is hidden behind his mask and impossible for you to see.
“What do you mean, babe?” You inquire as you shuffle even closer and peek over his shoulder, trying to figure out what he’s holding so tightly in his grasp. The lunch you bought is now abandoned and completely forgotten in your confusion. When your gaze falls upon the bottle of hand sanitizer that you circuitously stuffed into the smaller pouch with a pair of clean masks and hygienic wipes everything suddenly makes sense.
“Oh, I bought those a few weeks ago,” you explain casually. A soft smile grazes your features and Kiyoomi momentarily forgets how to breathe, struggles to get enough air into his lungs without getting distracted by the kindness in your eyes as you gaze at him and lean forward to slip the purse out of his tight grasp. In the process, your hand brushes over his and sends a jolt of warmth through his limbs and he swears, his heart takes a little jump at the touch of your soft skin.
“Why did you do that?”
“I wanted you to feel safe and comfortable with me, Omi.” Your fingers caress the seam of his face mask, gingerly follow the lines of the material until you reach the rubber band that keeps his protection in place, playfully snapping it against his jaw before pulling it over his ear to reveal his face.
The blush that has been decorating his cheeks only deepens under your loving stare. A hand comes up to his chin, thumb sweeping over the faint scar under his bottom lip he collected when he was younger. “I want you to feel safe with me, okay? It doesn’t matter if I have to buy one hand sanitizer, new face masks every week, or a thousand bottles of bleach as long as you are comfortable and at ease around me.”
And in that very minute, Kiyoomi thinks he might spontaneously combust right in front of you. Right here, in the middle of an empty classroom that smells like chalks and the sweaty desperation of failing students, a place that isn’t romantic in the slightest and still appears to be the most idyllic scenery he has ever seen in his entire life. Fuck, what is he supposed to say? Words can’t describe the feeling blooming in his chest and his body wants to do so many different things at the same time - pull you into a tight hug, pepper your beautiful face with endless kisses, hurl you up in his arms and never let you go.
You beat him to it.
“We should eat lunch now. I don’t want you to practice with an empty stomach, you know?” Reaching out to him, you grab his arm and graze your fingertips over the inside of his wrist. It’s enough to set off a swarm of butterflies in the pit of his stomach, skin tingling under your touch and before he’s able to react, you’re already fisting his shirt and pulling him down to meet your lips in a loving kiss. The room begins to spin and his knees grow weak, he can sense it, but then you’re already giggling at his lovestruck expression and guiding him outside without letting go of his hand.
tagging: @hisvillainess (kisses for you)
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Haikyuu boys: When you send them a cute picture
Characters: Aran, Akaashi, Kenma, and Suna!!
A/n: I tried to be as inclusive as i could!! I just wanted to make all my other black girls feel more appreciated!! I also had so much fun on this and this is also a sorry for being gone for so long so... enjoy loves!!
All the girls @'s below:
1st: @dearra (on instagram)
2nd: @autumncarterr (on instagram)
3rd: @aajia_ (on instagram)
4th: @crustysvm (on instagram)
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“wow,” atsumu gasps, his features frozen except for his eyes, which continue to squint in your direction, making sure you weren’t a figment of a hallucination. he can’t stop staring at you and he doesn’t want to stop.
over your shoulder, you mumble a small “what’s wrong?” as you train your focus on the rearview mirror, backing into your home’s driveway.
“even your side profile is pretty,” he confesses, the words still slurring against his lips.
once you shift the gear back to park, you turn to face him, the smile on your face unrelenting as you tilt your head, looking peculiarly at him. “that’s the fourth time you’ve said that.”
“should i make it... uh... six? no. five times then?” he doesn’t smirk when he says this, as you think he would, just continues to stare wide-eyed.
you shake your head as you help undo his seatbelt. “has the anaesthetic really not worn off yet?”
again, he gasps. “ya drugged me?”
this back and forth causes you to giggle. you were initially excited to see what sort of nonsense atsumu would blabber after the surgery but now that you were listening, you realized you weren’t prepared to hear him talk only about you.
you get out of the driver’s seat, then walk over to help open the door for him. luckily, he doesn’t ask any questions as he follows you inside. he politely takes his shoes off at the door and, uncharacteristically, bends down to place them neatly by the umbrella holder.
you pay him no mind as you make a beeline straight to the kitchen, looking through the fridge and your pantry to see what sorts of soft foods you could make for him while the pain lasted. you weren’t really sure how you were supposed to fit atsumu’s entire appetite into something chewable and soft.
“m’teeth hurt,” you hear him complain from the hall. once you spot him standing by the doorway to the kitchen, you see he has a hand rubbing the side of his cheek.
“you just got your wisdom teeth removed, babe.”
then atsumu grows wide-eyed again, frowning at you for a moment as though his thoughts computed at a slower pace. it looked as if he was trying to figure out what made him feel so unsettled. then, in a loud whisper that really had no indication of an attempt to lower his voice, he says, “ya can’t call me... that. ya got a boyfriend!”
now it was getting interesting. you stop rummaging through the pantry, giving him your full attention.
“and if you knew that, why’d you keep hitting on me the entire drive home?”
“i wasn’t hitting—” he stumbles with his words, “that’s not flirt—” then stops to collect his thoughts. when his face shifts into a look of exasperation, he settles for, “can’t blame me for shooting my shot. you’re just real pretty.”
atsumu has made you blush many times before but you admit that you’ve never felt so giddy, hearing the most earnest words come out of his mouth like that. it feels like he’s your high school crush all over again, rushed love letters and first confessions. you’re a third person in this kitchen, listening in on him talk about you like this.
“your boyfriend is lucky,” he mumbles, finding interest in the floor. his hands are now fumbling with each other, his lips almost protruding into a pout.
“oh, he definitely is.”
your response seems to have caught him by surprise because he snaps his head up at you, a sadness now evident in his gaze. the look tugs at your heart so bad that you can’t help but skip over to where he is.
you reach out to hold both his hands. when he stiffens and tries hard not to let you, you say softly, “you definitely are.”
he looks confused again, pupils darting back and forth between his surroundings and you. all you can think is how cute he is, trying to put two and two together.
“wha— you saying... that i... me? am i...? no way. you’re lying.”
gently, you cup his cheeks in your palms, careful not to add pressure that could cause him anymore pain. “it’s you, 'tsumu.”
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒— kinktober ||
King of Hearts : Now, where do you come from?
Alice : Well, I'm trying to find my way home...
King of Hearts : Your way? All ways here are my ways!
Alice : Yes, I know, but I was just thinking...
King of Hearts : Curtsy while you're thinking. It saves time.
taglist & Kofi & kinktober masterlist
warnings: dubcon <//3 power play, threatening...ness, pet play sheesh, drinking,,, off of the ground ok what about it, calling names, degrading, humiliation, fingering and more <3 fucking obviously
THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.
an: October might be coming to an end but I'm still in my second fic <3 idc tho,,, I hope yall like it I really do since I've been running very low on motivation lately
"There's someone in the castle."
Murmurs of a stranger wouldn't leave the hallways lately. A girl, they say, gasps following the statement, like Alice? A human girl?
The moment the girls' name is spoken, an uncomfortable silence falls on the red castle, everyone looking around to see if the king's anywhere near to hear it. The King of hearts' rage is the last thing the castle wishes to see, and he hates- the King hates humans, especially her.
"Don't mention that name," someone would answer each time, spitting on the red-veined marble. "That cursed girl, lets just hope it only a rumor."
It's soon discovered you're no rumor. It's only after a day you're found sleeping between the rose bushes, discovered by a poor royalty who was only taking a closer look on the roses the king's so proud of.
Without mercy, you're tugged and pulled out of the bushes, the thorns gliding against your skin and leaving thin lines of red marks, large plots on your rugged, flimsy piece of dress.
"The king," the five of hearts card man speaks to the other, "take her to the king."
The title has goosebumps running down your spine, you know the king, you have heard many things about the man; how cruel he is, how he can't stand the sight of a human after a girl named Alice had deceived him.
Before you even get to see the man, you're brought to his maids who clean you, dress you in a pretty, blood-red silk, pamper you to look pretty for the man who will kill you.
The king, a man of blind fury, is one of the most terrifying person of the wonderland, one that can't be inconvenienced without someone losing their heads for it, one that feels power from killing people.
"A human," the people of the castle scorn at you as you're brought to the throne room, they look at you not even like a lifeless object, but a curse that has fallen on them, "God save us all."
And for the first time in ever, the people of the castle are begging to hear the king of hearts' favorite words: "off with its head."
The black marble of the rest of the castle continues into the well-lit throne room, the thousands of candles hovering in the air strategically placed to have your gaze first fall on the throne sitting in the middle of the room, and the man sitting on it.
With only one thought staying constant on your mind, you gulp.
and he's just as beautiful.
The air of the castle changes instantly as you step in the room, you have never felt this much power ooze from a man alone, where even breathing feels hard under his gaze— twisted and dark, with a matching grin on his lips.
You think you have never seen anyone so deserving of the title, King.
He looks like he's born with the gold crown sitting atop his head; he looks merciless, he looks flawless as he let's out a chuckle, a sound that almost brings you on the brink of crying with terror.
You want to turn around and run, blood freezing in your veins when you realize— its not just you, but everyone in the room is shaking with fear under the king's presence.
But what separates you from them is that you don't only shake with fear— but with a feeling just as sickening and insane: excitement.
Really, how shallow do you have to be to feel something so forbidden for a man like him? Or how insane?
"Is this the girl?" The king speaks from above you, a shiver makes your body shake. With a graceful move of his hands, the gold rings cladding his pale, long fingers glint under the candlelight. "Bring her closer."
A flawless man that looks like a painting from the most talented artists; the king of hearts looks heartless as he watches you get brutally forced onto your knees, right before his feet, enough for him to grasp you with ease with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.
there's no way you're—
His eyes travel down from your face, to your lips, your neck, lingering on your chest, his grin widening when he sees your nipples hard under the flimsy silk.
The room certainly isn't cold.
"Look at me." he orders, you obey without a second thought, your body feels flushed with excitement— with fear, with a twisted form of lust you see mirrored in his dark gaze, as well.
Fuck. You are insane.
And he's just as insane as you.
There's something wrong with him, the king. He looks mad— but it takes one to know one, doesn't it?
And there really can't be any sane person that would be in the same place as you, her panties damp with lust— just like you.
"A pretty thing, you are," the King mutters as his fingers circle your face, tilting your head to his by forcing you by the jaw, the cold metal of his rings digging into your skin. "Shame."
Oikawa's gaze fixes on your pretty face, looks as if he's waiting for something, to see what you'll do, what you'll do when you learn that your beauty won't save you from the bloody end.
To his disappointment— you don't do anything.
"Aren't you going to beg for mercy?" His lips part in a disappointed frown, you find yourself staring maybe a bit too long at them.
"Is it going to change your mind?" Your voice sounds strained, throat scratchy; you think it's been a while since you even spoke to someone.
The king grins.
"No," Oikawa answers as amusement rings in his voice, fingers tracing your lips, spreading your drool around your face. "but it's entertaining. I like it when a pretty thing like you begs for mercy."
Mortified— not because of his words but by the whimper climbing your throat, you stare at the man with wide eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice—
He knows— you know he does, you know he can tell just how wet you are under your skirt, and he likes it.
"I'm sure you'd wanna make your king happy, wouldn't you? Come on, beg for me."
You keep your quiet as you stare at the marble, trembling with how vulnerable you feel, kneeling before the king.
"No?" He quirks a brow, still laughing at you with a mocking gaze. "Well, then, I'm letting it go this once. There is more than one way to make one beg, after all."
The king makes a hand gesture at the maids, a group of red and white watching you interact with their king with a scornful look on their faces.
One of them come forward, holding a crystal glass full of burgundy liquid, bringing it to the king's pink lips.
His last words are long forgotten as your gaze follows the glass to his mouth, swallowing air at the same time the king sips the delicious-looking wine.
It's taken you rather a long time to realize just how thirsty you are.
But for the king, it's a mere glance to you for him to tell.
"Oh?" Oikawa laughs as you quickly avert your gaze back to the floor, the black marble, bleeding red, reflecting your face to you, clean and pretty with all the pampering you got from his maids. "Or are you thirsty?"
Oikawa gets no answer from you, but the way you lick your lips at the thought of a drink is enough to make his grin widen and his pants tighten.
Oikawa tilts the crystal glass your way, his arm reaching forward, close enough to pour the liquid right into your mouth if you opened it.
You'd look so pretty with your mouth wide open, on your knees, just like that, swallowing his cum instead of this wine—
"Do you want a sip?"
Gasps run around the room as he speaks the words, the king sharing his drink with a captured human girl? The castle might as well start falling on them.
Oikawa is quick to send them a harsh gaze, silencing a room of people without a word— a gaze that was mocking and warm now cold and terrifying, and it makes you shift in your place with some sick form of excitement.
You look hesitant as you part your lips for the man, but you do, a soft gape as your eyes look up to him in silent beg. "Go on," he laughs, "I'm not that cruel."
You take his word as you raise a bit on your knees, his hand sliding on your neck and over your silk dress as you're so close to the glass; you can smell the tangy rose-
He tilts the glass tilts and tilts until you close your eyes, waiting to taste the liquid— and instead hear it spilling.
Your mouth agape, head tilted up— your eyes fly open with shock as you watch the red, crystal wine spill before your eyes— cruelly slow.
"Oh— that's very unfortunate." The man speaks from above you as you watch the wine swirl over the marble, tears of frustration burning in the back of your eyes.
You can't cry, you shouldn't cry— shouldn't show him the weakness, but you needed it so bad and—
Fortunately for you, Oikawa wouldn't let his prisoners die unless it's him ordering them to- lips tweaked into an amused smile as he forces your teary face to lookat his. "Oh— no need to cry. Did you want to drink so bad?"
"Y-yes," you speak before you
His fingers press your cheeks together, forcing eye contact as your lips pucker forward. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" He quirks a brow at you, the king of hearts, you think he just might be heartless. "Go on, pretty thing. Drink it."
There it is— that look you give him is what he wanted all this time, widened eyes and a gaping mouth, looking at him with fear, hopelessness, and need.
His eyes are shining with amusement as he watches you lower yourself on the ground, grinning when you look up at him one last time for mercy, but he seems to be enjoying having your face inches away from his feet. "Fuck— aren't you a pathetic little thing?"
It's so humiliating as you push your tongue out and touch it on the surface, fat tears of humiliation dampen your lashes, rolling down your cheeks as the bitter liquid tasting so fucking good—
"It's good isn't it? Are you enjoying this, stupid girl? Enjoying drinking off of my floor?"
You want to stop, you do, you feel so pathetic, so humiliated— so turned on drinking wine off the ground in front of a castle of people watching you, but it's so delicious, your body wouldn't let you stop.
"Just like a stray cat drinking spilled milk." He laughs, pushing his feet forward and nudging your head with it as you drink, hearing you moan— Oikawa wonders if it's to the wine or the situation you're in.
You look so pretty face down ass up, pretty little tongue tasting the wine, spillijg down your face, lines of wine spilling down your neck and dampening your dress— he can't help but think many other things he can do just now, how your tongue would feel around his cock instead, how your pussy would taste, how you'd look obedient and fucked dumb—
"I should make you my pet."
"Wouldn't you want that?" He continues, "be a hole for me to fuck into, a pathetic human whore for the mighty king of hearts- isn't that fitting?"
"I'm not a whore!" You cry you try to sound as believable as possible, trying to convince yourself as well, but—
His hands touch your hair and caress it softly, chuckling when you shiver with a silent whimper. "Is that right?" The man quirks a brow at you, a cruel grin on his pretty face, leaning so close that his breath fans on your face. "Does that mean I won't find that pretty pussy wet if I checked? Are you telling me you haven't been enjoying all this like a twisted little girl?"
Words leave your already dumb, empty little brain as you gasp, watching his amusement-filled eyes with an open mouth and a heavy pressure of need in your pussy.
"Exactly what I thought— you are human, after all." Oikawa tuts, hands patting your cheek as if you're not a person but a pet like he calls you.
"My lord, if you want we can take her away—" a card man interrupts your interaction, falling silent when Oikawa frowns, tutting. "And take my only fun away? No."
"You can leave the room, though." He continues speaking to his unwanted audience. "Go fetch the madhatter and have him make a collar for my new pet."
His hands slide down from your hair, wraps around your neck, and smiles. "It should be this big." He shows his hand to the guards, and you realize that your neck is even smaller than his whole hand.
"Yes, your highness." The card man mutters as they leave the room, not looking too keen on leaving their king with a human girl, however.
"Are you done with your drink?" Oikawa smiles at you, his hand wrapped around your neck forcing your head to tilt up until you're staring at the ceiling. "What a messy eater you are."
He sounds disapproving as fingers graze your lips and around it, wiping your drool mixed with wine off of your face. "Don't you have any shame, stupid girl?"
You try to say something he can't hear, your words gurgled and whinelike from his tight grip around your neck, pulling you up until you're high on your knees, reaching almost his face.
Oikawa keeps pulling you higher and higher, until you're losing your balance on your knees and falling forward and until you're desperately opening and closing your mouth for a single breath.
You don't notice him leaning forward, his pretty face so close to your skin when he— you feel something warm and wet against your neck, starting from your chest and licking up a stripe along your skin.
Oikawa can feel the vibrations of your soft whimper on his lips, the way you tremble under his grip, your eyes fluttering when you see his devilish grin. "You're right," he mutters, finally letting your throat go, pulling you on his lap, "it does taste good. But I'm sure you taste better."
His cock pulses right under you, straining on the rich material of his pants, right under where he has you sitting on, and the sheer size of it is enough to send a wave of shiver down your spine.
There it is— the wide eyed look you give him, the soft gasp following it, the way you melt on his lap and finally give in.
"Please—" you plead, finally, finally give the king what he wants and beg. "Please, my King."
Dizzy with need and lust and lack of oxygen, you don't even know what you're begging for, or how you're doing it; words fall of your lips as if he's possessed you to say them.
"There is my good girl," he coos, although sarcastic, it still makes you whine loudly, a whine that turns into a hight pitched scream when he throws you off of your lap and stands up. "Took you long enough, but what else should I expect from a stupid girl like you?"
"—please," you whimper once again, gasping and sniffling as you feel his hands circling your waist, pulling your shaking body off of the ground and against his throne.
The cold metal digs into your skin as he positions your limp body as if you're a useless doll, your face against the seat, pushed by his hands sprawled between your hair and digging into your scalp, your ass up as you stand on your tiptoes.
"Look at this pretty ass," the man laughs behind you, his hand wanders over your skin, bunching your flimsy skirt around your waist and pinching your ass to make you shriek. "I love new toys for me to play with."
Before you can even register his words, a shiver runs down your body when you feel his long fingers hooking on your dainty panties, making you hold you breath and let out a soft gasp when he just barely presses over the damp spot of it.
"So wet for me already?" Oikawa grins behind you, pulling on the elastic and letting it snap back on your pussy. "Excited to be fucked by your king, little girl?"He leans forward, lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Look at you clenching like a whore."
His hand comes down harsh on your ass, the impact making you scream out the moan you were holding back, "nothing like the innocent, pretty little sister, are you?"
You gasp when he mentions Alice, your sister— you remember why you're here, it's because you were looking for her and—
"N—ah!" You mewl as the pads of his fingers pinch your clit, your eyes fluttering close as your mouth slacks open with gasps as he plays with you.
"You're thinking too much, stupid girl." Oikawa grins at you, pushing two of his fingers in your unprepared pussy and making you scream. "Good pets don't think."
You're not a pet, certainly not his, but— "Yes— yes sir!" You sob when his fingers going in and out of you enough to have tears of pleasure fill your eyes.
"There we go— a slow learner, but you still have some brain in there." He chuckles between his groans, his cock straining under his pants as his fingers fucking you, giving him the perfect view of you losing your mind on his fingers. "Drooling like a stupid doll, too, the caterpillar was right— you are fucking tight."
You clench at his words, drool coating the gold of the throne your face rests on, your hands in tight fists as you try to get a grip, your whole body shaking uncontrollably, tears of pleasure and need running down your cheeks.
"Fuck— clenching so much around my fingers— you gonna cum, pretty toy? Are you close?"
"Y-yes, yes I'm—" you barely squeak with your face against the throne, drool and tears already pooling on the metal, you pushing your body back, closer to his fingers and fuck you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum—
"No—!" You let out a blood-chilling scream when he pulls his fingers out and doesn't push them back in, your body on the edge of an orgasm shaking so much that he has to hold you from falling back on the marble. "No, no, no— please, no!"
"Shut up," your king orders you with a warning slap on your ass, "you didn't really think you could cum on my fingers, did you?"
The way your teary eyes glance at him pathetically make his cock twitch against your ass, the tip now grazing against your clenching pussy. You don't answer him, busy with trying to get over the awful feeling of a ruined orgasm, tears running down your cheeks.
"H—ah, fuck," the king groans behind you as he slides his cock only an inch in you, feeling you flutter around his cock like crazy, excited to feel the same you were a few seconds ago, before he had stopped you from coming. "Fuck, relax."
He almost moans the word, it sounds like a plea more than an order, but he's quick to remind you who's in charge with a slap on your pussy. "I told you to relax, stupid girl." He tells you when you let out a pained cry.
Huge, really, with how hard it is for him to even push in you, making you gasp out broken screams and moans as he literally splits you open.
You're squirming under him, pain and pleasure running in every inch of your body as you drool and cry over his seat, squirming, screaming as he only has half of his cock inside of you. "Shit—" Oikawa laughs as he finally snaps his hips against yours and bottoms out. Your cry is loud and whiny, choking on the breath you inhaled as your body goes limp for a second.
"What a good pet you are," he's breathless as he pulls back and bottoms out again, making you whimper between your lips you're biting hard enough to bleed. "Taking me so well in that little pussy."
Oikawa doesn't like how you're trying to hide your cries from him, but it's nothing he can't solve with a harsh snap of his hips in you, his cock bulging against your stomach and making you scream.
With the sight of you losing your mind, Oikawa finally picks up his pace, bewildered by the sight of his cock going in and out of you, bulging on your stomach, your pussy trying to stretch and accommodate his size— your moans and cries ring in the throne room, the wet sounds the both of you make mixing with his groans.
Your body trembles over the throne you're bent over, making you push forward with each of his thrusts, your whole body spasming each time he grazes your cervix. Words leave your pretty little brain when he starts going even faster, making you feel dizzy and dumb when his hand finds your clit and starts rubbing it, meaningless words and babbles falling from your mouth as you sob and fuck— you look precious.
Even by your fucked out state, Oikawa can tell you're once again close to cumming, he knows it by the way your whole body squirms under his large one, your hands snapping against the metal of his throne pathetically, legs twitching and giving up as he presses your face harsher against the surface it lays on. "You like my cock, don't you, pretty pet? Look at you going dumber than you already fucking were— fuck!"
The king is no better, just as lost in his pleasure as you are, cock twitching like crazy in you as you keep sucking him in, squeezing around him so fucking much that he— "fuck, I'm gonna cum—"
You can only barely open your eyes to look at the man who has you bent forward like a cheap whore, your king has his head thrown back, facing the air as his chocolate brown strands of hair sticks to his beautiful face, cheeks flushed and eyes lidded, sweat dripping down his chest.
His Adam's apple moves as he gulps harshly, hands pulling you closer on his cock by your waist as he repeats hurriedly— "I'm gonna fucking cum— fuck, fuck, fuck!"
One last time, Oikawa bottoms in you, balls slapping against your wet skin, cock pushing right on your cervix as both a wave of pain and your orgasm runs through your body to rip a loud cry from your chest, your body shaking so much that you would face plant right on the marble that's now wet with your juices, if it wasn't for his tight grip on you.
Before either of you can catch your breath, there is a heavy knock on the wooden door and his card-mans' voice. "We brought what you wished for, your highness." The man speaks from the other side of the door as Oikawa's cock still rests in you, soft thrusts of his hips to fuck his cum further in you and keep you crying with overstimulation.
The door opens to a view with you on the king's lap, your back against his chest for everyone in the room to see your pretty pussy and his cock stuffing it full. None of them even flinch— despite you squirming and sobbing with humiliation. "Stop squeezing my cock so much," your king laughs against your ear, whispering mockingly, "or are you gonna cum just by their eyes on you?"
"The mad hatter offered a gift, too." The five of hearts speaks as he approaches the two of you. In his hands, a pretty leash rests, right next to a—
"A whip!" The king exclaims excitedly, a wicked grin on his beautiful face. "This is why I love the Mad Hatter so much," he sighs, fingers playing with your clit almost mindlessly, as if you're just a stress-ball. "He always knows what I want before I even know I want it. Tell me, what did he say to me having my dick in Alice's sister?"
Your eyes widen at his words, but before you can even react, something cold, hard and tight is wrapped around your neck, choking the words from your lips as it makes you panic with how little you can breathe.
"He said," the card man speaks, "that if you have any trouble taming it, he would be more than honored to help your highness, as he did before."
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haikyuu boys and the hot things they do
w atsumu, suna, osamu, kita, sakusa, kuroo, akaashi, bokuto, tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, iwaizumi, ushijima & semi
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how he drapes his arm around your shoulder whenever he's talking with someone while you wear his blazer.
the way he'd smirk confidently while making his way up to you when someone's hitting on his girl.
you know that thing guys do in kdramas where they place their chin on your shoulder while you're doing something and they hug you from behind? Yup, that.
when he wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb whenever you'd get crumbs on it. he'd have this soft smile on his face while his head rested on his propped up arm.
you nagging him while taking care of his injured knee, only to have him wrap his arms around your waist and place you on his lap.
that really attractive thing guys do when they parallel park. his arm behind your headrest, the other hanging loosely around the wheel and congratulations - you just won a free view of his gorgeous jawline.
when he wipes his sweat with the bottom of his shirt and the fabric rides up a little and you see his abs sjdjskfjal bye 🙈
you trying to reach for something on the shelf while tsukki teases you by lifting the object up higher. his smirk, i'm telling you - it's so fricking infuriating, but so hot at the same time 😩
the way he tilts your chin up with his index finger when you're upset with him, and you have this little staring contest which 90% of the time ends up with you two making out.
when he slowly lowers his sunglasses and looks you up and down when he picks you up for a date.
he'd point and wink at you whenever he scores an important point during a game.
this might sound weird but, the way he says your name. the way he'd say it so intimately - almost like a secret, accompanied by him gently brushing away hair from your face? beats every pet name out there.
how he doesn't even bother wiping away your lip stick stain after kissing you.
girl, he'll straight up kabedon you to the nearest wall whenever you're being a spoiled brat. bby isn't taking any of ur crap 💅
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ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴇx ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ
ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴍ ‘ᴘᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ’ ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴘ. ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋ ʜɪᴍ ‘ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ, ‘ʀᴇʟᴀx ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʙᴀʙʏ’ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀᴛʜᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜʀꜱᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏᴍ.
ʟᴇᴠ, ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ, ɢᴏꜱʜɪᴋɪ, ᴋᴏɢᴀɴᴇɢᴀᴡᴀ, ʏᴀᴍᴀᴍᴏᴛᴏ
ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴜʙᴇ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴜʙᴇ ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴀʀᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴜʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇʟᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀᴛʜᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ.
ᴀᴋᴀᴀꜱʜɪ, ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ, ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ,
ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴘɪᴄᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪx ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜱꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ, ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜰɪꜱᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱQᴜᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟꜱ.
ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ, ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ, ʏᴀᴋᴜ
ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴛꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴜᴍ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇ
ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ, ɪɴᴜᴏᴋᴀ, ᴛᴇʀᴜꜱʜɪᴍᴀ
ʜᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜱꜱ.
ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴀᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴀɴᴀᴋᴀ
ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴍ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ’ꜱ ʟɪᴄᴇɴꜱᴇ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ
ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ, ꜰᴜᴋᴜɴᴀɢᴀ, ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋᴀᴡᴀ,
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Overstimulation? Dirty Talk?
I am deeply in my Tsukishima phase please someone help.
“it's tooo muuuch.” Your moan drags out trying to shift your body away from Suki’s mouth. His hands on your hips dig further in pushing you back to the bed. “Stop moving not done yet.” He grumbles mouth barely leaving space between your pussy long enough to make the command. Then going right back to exploring, tongue first. Despite the mess from your last orgasm. “How are you...still going..” You moan out arching further into his mouth. The hypersensitivity of your clint shaking your body Tsuki pauses. Hands still pinning your body down onto the bed as he pulls away further this time. Looking up at you fully as your chest rises and falls as you chase your breath. “Do you know your name?” Scrunching your face you turn your head at him in question. “Uh yes..” Nodding at your answer he adjusts himself on his stomach pulling your body back to him. “Then the jobs not done.” “Ah fuck.” You moan out as he pushes his tongue back onto your messy cunt. His hand drags down your hips, to your thighs, pulling away then landing back on your thighs in a sting. “Watch your mouth princesses. This can very easily turn into punishment.” “Is it not already?” You moan out falling back onto the bed trying to calm your erratic breathing. “Oh, no princesses.” He hums, rubbing his free hand from the burning spot on your outer thigh, then to the inside, landing on your pussy. “This is a reward for being such a good girl today.” Slowly he pushes one finger in. “Showing up to my game.” His finger curves, dragging lightly on your walls. “Wearing my jersey.” His finger is pulled out to just the tip, then another one is added. “Cheering so loud for me.” His fingers push in curling as they go. His face drops down to kiss your clit, flattening his tongue on it. “Jumping up and down in those god damn tight ripped jeans." He groans eyes visibly fluttering closed as he recalls the image. "Your thighs peeking out as your boobs bounce from your jumping and cheering. ...fuck.” His fingers start to thrust slowly in adjacent to the rhythm of his tongue. Moaning your body starts to shake at the rising tightness that builds in your lower stomach. “This is a reward for being such a good fucken girl today..showing everyone how lucky I am and how unlucky they are because all of this is mine.. now cum again.”
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