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Hi, could you write something about Tamaki being touch-starved or very sensitive?

Touch Me ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Tamaki Amajiki

rating: NSFW (like always lol)

₊⊹ CW:

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: why not touch starved and sensitive?

Tamaki was a mess.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his body trembling as he tried—and failed—to stifle the soft, desperate whimpers spilling from his lips. His fingers clutched at your shirt like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, and his breath hitched every time your fingertips traced delicate patterns across his skin.

“Amajiki,” you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement as you tilted his chin up to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread down his neck. His lips quivered, and you swore you could see the slightest glisten of tears clinging to his lashes.

“P-Please…” His voice was barely above a whisper, and his body pressed closer—desperate, needy.

“Please, what?” Your tone was playful, but your fingers were anything but gentle as they ghosted over the waistband of his pants.

“I… I don’t…” His breath caught as your touch dipped just a little lower, fingers grazing over the growing heat between his legs. “Ah—!”

“Oh…” You smirked, eyes flickering down to where his body betrayed him. “You’re already hard, Tamaki?”

“Nngh—!” His whole body jolted, and he buried his face in your shoulder again, trying so desperately to hide the embarrassment written all over his face. “I-I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” You clicked your tongue, dragging your fingers along the length of his clothed bulge, just enough to make him shiver. “What are you apologizing for, baby? You can’t help how much you like it when I touch you.”

“I-It’s… too much…” His voice was muffled, but you could feel how he was trembling—his body betraying just how good it felt. His hips bucked ever so slightly into your hand, instinct taking over despite how overwhelmed he was.

“Too much?” You tilted your head, pretending to think for a moment as you brushed your lips against his ear. “But Amajiki…” Your palm pressed down just a little harder, and the broken whimper that escaped his lips went straight to your core. “You’re so hard for me. Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.”

His head shook against your shoulder, but the way his body leaned into your touch told a different story.

“I… I don’t—”

“Shhh…” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, feeling the way his pulse fluttered beneath your lips. “It’s okay, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You rubbed him through his pants, moving agonizingly slow, and the way he whined had you melting. His hips jerked up, chasing your touch without even realizing it, and the sheer desperation in his movements sent a wave of heat pooling between your legs.

“Such a needy boy,” you purred, eyes dark with satisfaction as you watched him unravel in your hands. “Look at you… already falling apart and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Ahh—!” Tamaki gasped, his body trembling as your hand gripped him just a little tighter through the fabric. His knees pressed together, trying to control the way his body was responding, but it was no use. He was already too far gone.

“Does it feel good when I touch you like this, Amajiki?” Your voice was sweet, but the teasing lilt in your tone had his cheeks burning even hotter.

“Y-Yes…!” His voice cracked, and his hands clutched at your sides as if he was trying to hold on for dear life.

“Good boy.” You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate stroke over his clothed length, and the way he whimpered made your heart pound.

“Y-You’re… teasing me…” His voice was barely a breath, and his body shook with the effort of holding himself back.

“Of course I am.” You chuckled softly, kissing his jaw as your hand slowed just enough to make him whine again. “You’re just so cute when you’re like this. I can’t help myself.”

Tamaki’s breathing grew uneven, and you could feel how close he was already—his body wound so tight, so desperate for more.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked softly, but the wicked glint in your eyes told him you already knew the answer.

“N-No… p-please…” His voice was barely above a whimper, his body betraying how badly he wanted you. “D-Don’t stop…”

“Hmm…” You leaned in, lips brushing against his as your hand moved just a little faster, just a little firmer. “Say it properly, Tamaki. I want to hear you beg.”

“I—” His voice hitched, and you felt his body tense as you applied just the right amount of pressure. “P-Please… please don’t stop…”

“Good boy.” You kissed him, swallowing his soft, desperate moan as your hand continued to tease him, leaving him trembling and utterly at your mercy.

“Ahhh—! I-I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“Shh…” You kissed him again, cutting off his cries as your touch slowed just enough to draw it out—to make him feel everything.

“Let go for me, Amajiki.”

And with one final stroke, his body tensed, his whimpering cries muffled against your lips as he finally fell apart.

Tamaki was completely wrecked, his body trembling as he clung to you, face buried in your neck as his breathing slowly steadied.

“Good boy,” you murmured, stroking his hair gently as he melted into your embrace.

“Y-You’re… so mean…” he mumbled, but the way he snuggled closer told you he didn’t mean it.

“Maybe…” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “But you love it.

And judging by the way his body was already responding again… he definitely did.

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Hello! Sorry to bother but is your ao3 account gone? I can’t find it when I search for it.

IM SORRY!!!!! I deleted my only work because I felt like there was too many plot holes (I’m not used to writing longer stuff sorry) so I planned it out a lot better and have started rewriting it! The first two chapters are out! Sorry about that!!

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I loved your sub and afab asahi post! Can you write something about sub katsuki or sub noya. I need them drooling and calling them mommy FRFR😔😔😔

Here’s a little something with sub!Nishinoya— you cannot tell me this man doesn´t have a mommy kink.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, baby?”

Noya nods so fast his head might fall off, messy hair sticking to his forehead, sweat making his body glisten. He’s spread out beneath you, arms shaking as he tries to hold onto the sheets, but his knuckles keep brushing against where he’s aching for attention. He’s been hard for so long—so long that his cock is flushed an angry red, leaking a shameful amount onto his stomach.

But you haven’t let him touch himself.

“You’re making such a mess,” you murmur, dragging your nails down his chest just enough to make him gasp, his body arching into your touch. His thighs are trembling, trying to close but you pin them apart effortlessly. “What happened to being patient? I thought you said you could handle anything.”

“Mommy, please—” His voice cracks, and his hips jerk upward on their own, seeking relief he knows you won’t give. He’s panting, pupils blown so wide that his eyes are almost black, lips parted as drool spills from the corner of his mouth. His head lolls to the side, and there’s a desperate little whimper that tumbles from his throat, one that has your core throbbing. “I—I can’t… I can’t take it—please, please.”

“Poor baby.” You lean down, just enough to press your lips to his jaw, letting him feel the heat of your breath as you trail down to his neck. “You’re so worked up. All because you wanted me to use you like a toy.”

Noya nods, tears spilling from his eyes now as he stares up at you, completely wrecked. “I’ll be good,” he whispers, voice trembling, and his thighs twitch when you drag your nails lightly over them. “I’ll be so good for you, mommy. Just—just let me…”

“Let you what?” You kiss the corner of his mouth, tasting the drool collecting there. “Say it.”

His hips buck up again, searching for friction that isn’t there, and he whines when you pin him down harder. “L-let me cum. Please.”

“Aw, sweet boy.” You coo softly, brushing your thumb over his flushed cheek. “You’ll get to cum when I’m ready. But you know what?”

You press your thigh between his legs, giving him just a hint of the friction he’s so desperate for. His whole body jolts, his head falling back with a strangled moan.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

“Mommy, please!” Noya sobs, his voice breaking as he grinds down helplessly, tears slipping down his face. His body is so sensitive now that even the smallest touch has him shuddering. “I’ll do anything, I swear—just, please, let me—”

You watch him writhe, your lips curling into a smirk. “Anything, huh?”

“Yes,” he gasps, nodding frantically, his eyes glazed over with desperation.

“Then beg for it,” you purr, dragging your lips along his jawline. “Beg me like the needy little thing you are.”

Noya’s breath catches, and then he’s whimpering louder, his voice breaking as he sobs out, “Please, mommy—please— I’ll be so good for you, I promise—” His hips keep rocking against your thigh, but the friction isn’t enough, leaving him hanging on the edge. “I’m your good boy, I’ll be your best boy, just—please let me cum…”

You grip his chin, tilting his face up so he has no choice but to look at you. His lips are parted, drool dripping down to his chest, tears staining his cheeks, and his eyes—so wide, so desperate—are locked on yours.

“Good boys get rewarded,” you murmur, brushing your lips over his. “But I think you can do better, baby. Come on. Let me hear how much you need it.”

“Mommy—” His voice is nothing but a broken, needy sob now, and he’s trembling so hard that his body can barely stay still. “I need it—I need you, I need to cum so bad—please, mommy—please, let me be your good boy, I can’t—I can’t—”

“There’s my sweet boy,” you coo, finally dragging your hand down his stomach, and the way he sobs when you brush your fingers against his cock makes your core ache.

“Since you asked so nicely…”

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If you guys like my Kenma writing, I’m doing a longer fic on ao3. My user is the same, I only have like 10 chapters rn but I’m trying to make my first ever slow burn so yah🤌🤌

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sigh… i just wanna mark kenma up 😔

Kenma sits on your bed, legs curled up beneath him, sleeves of your hoodie pulled down so far they swallow his hands. It smells like you—warm, familiar, and safe. And if he tugs the collar down just a bit, he can see the mottled blush of hickies you left all along his neck and collarbone. They’re fresh and dark, some a little messy, others perfectly shaped. He’d tilted his head for you so obediently earlier, let you mouth at his skin until he was sighing and squirming under your weight.

Now, he’s alone in your room, bare legs on your sheets, only your hoodie and his boxers on, and he can’t stop looking.

His phone feels too big in his hands as he lifts it, angles the camera toward his neck. The first picture is a little shaky. He bites his lip and takes another, lowering the hoodie just enough to expose more of the bruises. The sight makes his stomach flutter, blood rushing right back down to where you’d left him so needy earlier.

He takes a few more photos—some close, some angled from below where his thighs peek out beneath the hem of your hoodie, just the suggestion of skin and shadows. It makes his face heat up so badly that he has to pause and press his cheek into the sleeve to cool off.

After a minute, he scrolls through them. His breathing is a little quick, a little shallow. His heart is pounding. Every photo reminds him of your mouth, your hands, your voice. And he looks owned. Ruined, even. It’s embarrassing—he likes it too much.

He hesitates. Then selects the one where he’s glancing shyly to the side, neck tilted to show the worst of the marks, mouth parted. Sends it to you without a word.

A minute passes. Then two.

And then your reply buzzes through:

“You look so pretty like that, baby.”

His breath catches.

He immediately hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining quietly into your hoodie. He can’t help the way his thighs press together, how his hips shift just a little. He wants you to say it again, wants you to come back and see how flustered he is. How desperate. All from your words. All because of you.

He shakily types a response.

“I can’t stop looking. Is that weird?”

His fingers hover for a second before hitting send.

He stares at the screen, waiting, chest tight with something sweet and aching. Needy.

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Cracking the Code (part 3) ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Rintaro Suna

part one l part two

wc: 2000

Summary: you invite suna to your place and give him the honey he’s been waiting for hehe

₊⊹ CW: p in v sex, lingerie (suna wears it), over stimulation, sun!suna

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: I had so much fun writing this I love sunaaaa

It had been days.

Days since you’d left Suna wrecked and aching for you in that locker room, so painfully close to release that he was probably still haunted by it. And judging by the way he’d been avoiding you on campus, ducking out of sight every time he caught a glimpse of you, you knew he was trying to get his shit together.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

Not when you had something special planned for him.

You’d texted him earlier, telling him to meet you at your place after class—and to be a good boy and show up on time.

And he had.

Suna was standing in your doorway now, looking wrecked before you’d even touched him—eyes slightly downcast, jaw clenched, like he was already bracing himself for whatever you were about to do to him.

“Come in,” you murmured, stepping aside to let him pass.

He didn’t say a word, just nodded, slipping off his shoes as he stepped inside.

“Good boy.” You closed the door behind him, and the quiet click echoed through the space, making him tense even more.

Suna swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room like he was looking for clues—trying to figure out what you had planned.

“Relax, Rintarou.” You stepped closer, tilting his chin down so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. “I just want to play a little.”

His breath hitched, and you could feel the way his body reacted to your words—his shoulders stiffening, his pupils dilating as he fought to keep his composure.

“Take off your clothes.”

Suna’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. His fingers trembled just a little as he tugged off his hoodie and shirt, then pushed his pants down his legs.

“Good.” You licked your lips, letting your eyes rake over his lean, toned body. “Now sit.”

You gestured to the edge of the bed, and Suna obeyed, sitting down with his legs slightly spread—so fucking obedient, just the way you liked him.

You straddled him slowly, guiding him down onto the plush sheets as you captured his lips in a lingering kiss. His hands instinctively reached for your waist, but before he could touch you, you pinned his wrists down, keeping him right where you wanted him.

Suna was sprawled out on your bed, his lips swollen from your kisses. His usual lazy confidence? Gone. Instead, he was staring up at you with blown-out pupils, his breath coming in soft, needy pants.

And he had no idea what was coming next.

You had planned this for a while—something to completely undo him, to make sure he never underestimated you again. So when you pulled away and reached for the little black bag hidden in your drawer, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What’s that?” His voice was already breathless, laced with anticipation.

You just smirked. “A little surprise.”

You climbed off him, reaching into the bag and pulling out the delicate set of black lingerie—soft, lacy, and paired with a sheer skirt that barely covered anything at all. The moment Suna realized what you were holding, his entire body tensed.

“You’re not serious,” he muttered, but the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed told you everything.

“Oh, I’m very serious, baby,” you cooed, holding up the fabric. “And you’re going to look so pretty in it.”

His ears were bright red now, his lips parting slightly as he searched for some excuse, some way out—but there wasn’t one. Not when his cock was already straining against his briefs, giving away just how much he secretly loved this.

“Be good for me, Rin,” you purred, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You do want to be good for me, don’t you?”

A soft, shuddering breath escaped him. And then—slowly, hesitantly—he nodded.

“Good boy.”

By the time you were done dressing him, Suna was a mess. His cheeks were flushed, his thighs trembling, and he couldn’t meet your eyes as he sat there in the delicate black lace, his erection tenting the fabric so obscenely it was almost pathetic.

“You look so fucking pretty,” you murmured, dragging your fingers up his inner thigh, feeling the way his muscles twitched under your touch.

He let out a shaky exhale, his fists clenched in the sheets. “This is so—”

“Hot?” you interrupted, smirking. “Yeah, I know.”

His breath hitched as your fingers trailed up, brushing over the wet spot forming in his panties.

“Oh, Rin…” You clicked your tongue in mock sympathy. “You’re already leaking, baby?”

“Sh-shut up,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut.

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “That’s cute. You think you’re still in control.”

And then you touched him properly—palming him through the lace, feeling the way his cock twitched desperately at even the slightest friction. The whimper that slipped from his lips was almost enough to make you lose your patience.

“You’re so sensitive,” you murmured, kissing a slow path up his stomach. “Are you gonna cum already, baby?”

“N-No,” he stammered, shaking his head. “I can—fuck—I can hold it.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, rubbing slow, lazy circles over the damp lace. “Are you sure?”

Suna whined—actually whined—his hips jerking up helplessly, chasing more friction. His hands clenched into the sheets, his body shivering from the overstimulation of your teasing.

“I—fuck, Y/n—”

You slid the panties to the side, finally wrapping your fingers around his cock, and his entire body jerked.

“F-Fuck—oh my god—”

He was so hard, so achingly desperate, and you had barely even touched him.

“You’re not gonna last, are you, baby?” you cooed, stroking him slowly, just enough to make him tremble.

He let out the prettiest little choked moan, his head falling back against the pillows. “I—fuck—d-don’t—”

“Don’t what?” You smirked, tightening your grip just enough to make him gasp. “Don’t make you cum too fast?”

Suna let out a broken sob of a moan, his body shuddering beneath you.

“Oh, baby…” You leaned in, kissing his flushed cheek. “It’s okay. You can be my pathetic little thing tonight.”

And that broke him.

He came with a loud, desperate moan, his body convulsing as pleasure tore through him, his cock twitching in your hand as he spilled all over himself, ruining the delicate lace of the lingerie.

But you didn’t stop.

His breath hitched sharply as you kept stroking him, his body twitching from the overstimulation.

“F-Fuck—” His voice was wrecked, his hands weakly pushing at your wrists, but you just grinned.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you purred, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. “Too much?”

Suna whimpered, his thighs trembling beneath you. “T-Too sensitive—fuck—”

“But you wanted to be good for me, didn’t you?” You tightened your grip, making him cry out.

“I—ah—fuck—p-please—”

Suna was already wrecked before you even slid the lingerie panties down his thighs—his breath hitching, thighs trembling as he lay back on the bed, chest rising and falling in short, shaky breaths. The lace skirt still clung to his hips, a little crooked now, riding up from how much he’d been squirming.

You straddled him slowly, letting your fingers trail along his ribs, teasing over the soft, trembling lines of his stomach. His muscles flexed under your touch, but he was too far gone to do anything but whimper.

“You sure you can handle this, Rin?” you whispered, voice low and wicked as you leaned down to brush your lips over his jaw. “You came just from my hand.”

“I—I can,” he breathed, voice thin and shaky. “Please… please, Y/n…”

The pleading in his voice made your spine tingle. His cock was flushed and twitching against his stomach, already glistening with precum, and the way he looked up at you—like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth—was almost too pretty to handle.

You lined yourself up, dragging the tip of his cock through your wetness, and Suna let out a broken sound—somewhere between a gasp and a sob.

“Fuck—fuck, wait—” he moaned, his hips bucking up instinctively. “It’s—too much…”

You gripped his thighs to hold him down, giving him a slow, wicked smile. “I’m not even inside you yet, pretty boy.”

“I know,” he whimpered. “I know—I just—please—please go slow…”

You took your time, easing down onto him with slow, torturous pressure, inch by inch, and he was shaking beneath you. His hands clawed at the sheets like he needed something to anchor himself, something to stop the overwhelming heat from swallowing him whole.

The moment you fully sank down, he choked on a moan—his back arching, eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open.

“Oh my god,” he gasped. “Y/n—I—I can’t—”

You paused, grinding your hips just a little, and he cried out, his thighs jerking under you.

“Don’t cum yet,” you said sweetly, though your tone was anything but gentle. “You wanna be a good boy, right?”

“I—fuck—I’m trying—” he whimpered, a few stray tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes.

You leaned forward, planting your hands on either side of his head, pinning him down while you started to move—slow, deep rolls of your hips that made your walls drag over every single sensitive inch of him.

Suna was panting now, whimpering with each thrust, his entire body trembling beneath you.

“Feels too good—too good—please, please slow down—”

But you didn’t. You kept going, loving how overwhelmed he looked, how his lips trembled like he was right on the edge of breaking again. His lashes fluttered as he looked up at you, and you could tell—he was already close.

“Gonna cum for me again, baby?” you whispered, lips brushing against his ear. “Gonna be my messy little slut and finish before I even tell you to?”

“P-Please—don’t tease me—I’m trying to be good—”

But he wasn’t good. Not when he was already starting to fall apart under you, hips twitching upward with every grind, trying desperately to keep it together. You reached down between the two of you, thumbing his swollen tip just once—

And that was all it took.

“F-Fuck—Y/n—!” he cried out, voice cracking as he came inside you, body jerking, eyes wide with shock and shame and relief. His orgasm hit so fast and so hard, it knocked the breath out of him—his thighs clenching, fingers digging into the sheets as he filled you with desperate little moans and stuttered gasps.

You rode it out, watching the way his face contorted in pure overstimulation, how his moans softened into whimpers the longer you kept moving.

When it was done—when he lay under you, flushed and fucked out, tears streaking the corners of his eyes—he looked absolutely devastated.

“…I didn’t mean to—” he breathed, voice trembling. “I didn’t want to finish so fast—”

You leaned down, kissing the hollow of his throat.

“I know,” you whispered. “You’re just that easy for me, aren’t you?”

He bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut, trying not to cry from the embarrassment. You cupped his face gently, brushing a thumb along his cheek.

You kissed his cheek softly, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. “You did so well for me, baby.”

His only response was a weak little whimper, his fingers twitching as he tried—and failed—to reach for you.

You smirked, pressing another soft kiss against his lips. “You okay, Rin?”

He let out a small, exhausted groan, his arms finally wrapping around you, pulling you close as he buried his face in your shoulder.

“…shut up,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.

You laughed softly, stroking his back. “Aw, are you embarrassed?”

Suna just groaned again, tightening his grip around you. “If you say one more word, I’m—”

“What? Gonna let me dress you up again and wreck you even harder next time?”

His body tensed.

And you grinned.

Because now he knew.

There would be a next time.

And he’d love every second of it.

thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated <3

⭑.ᐟ Masterlist

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part 3 for suna except they are FUCKING 🙏

hehe I’ll post it tomorrow ;3 sorry to keep you guys waiting

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What do you think would be the reaction of Haikyuu's boys when you take the first step to kiss them? (It doesn't have to be all the boys)

I was imagining the scenarios and I thought it was so cute

Mwah! Mwah! ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Kuroo, Kenma, Bokuto, Akaashi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Tsukkishima, Suna, Kageyama, Hinata, Sugawara, Daichi, Miya twins, Kita, Tendou, Ushijima, Yaku, Lev, Ennoshita, Konoha, Goshiki, and Sakusa

rating: fluff ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

wc: 1,500

₊⊹ A/N: I know I added a lot of characters but it’s very short scenarios so don’t be overwhelmed 🙏

⋆˚࿔ Kuroo Tetsurou

He’s cocky and playful, but the moment your lips meet his, he freezes. For all his teasing and smooth words, he didn’t expect you to beat him to it. His brain short-circuits, but as soon as he recovers, he’s pulling you closer, smirking against your lips.

“Oh? Didn’t know you were that bold, name… I like it.”

⋆˚࿔ Kenma Kozume

Kenma’s eyes widen, and he’s completely still, unsure of what to do. His cheeks turn pink instantly, and when you pull away, he’s avoiding your gaze, looking down at his lap. But if you lean in again, he’ll shyly meet you halfway, his lips softer and more hesitant, but his heart pounding loud enough for both of you to hear.

“You surprised me… but I didn’t mind.”

⋆˚࿔ Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto freezes for half a second, eyes going wide with pure shock, before his brain catches up. The next thing you know, he’s beaming, practically vibrating with excitement as he pulls you in for another kiss, unable to contain himself. He’s grinning so much it makes kissing him a little awkward.

“WOAH! YOU REALLY LIKE ME, HUH?!”

⋆˚࿔ Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi’s eyes flutter shut as you kiss him, but when you pull away, you notice the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. He’s calm, composed, but the slight pink on his ears gives him away. He opens his eyes, studying you quietly before murmuring:

“You beat me to it… I was just about to do that.”

⋆˚࿔ Nishinoya Yuu

Noya’s heart is pounding, and the moment your lips touch his, his brain completely blanks. When you pull away, he’s left blinking, mouth slightly open, trying to process what just happened. Then he breaks into the biggest grin, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wait… was that real?! Can we… do that again?!”

⋆˚࿔ Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Tanaka’s eyes go wide, and his entire face turns red in an instant. He freezes, not even breathing, and when you pull away, he’s stammering and looking everywhere but at you.

“Y-YOU KISSED ME?! HOLY CRAP—”

⋆˚࿔ Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa’s caught off guard for a second, but he’s quick to recover. The moment your lips leave his, he’s flashing that signature smirk of his, though you can tell it’s hiding how flustered he really is. He leans in, brushing his lips near yours again.

“Aw, you just couldn’t resist me, huh? But don’t think I’ll let you off that easily…”

⋆˚࿔ Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwaizumi’s breath hitches, and his brain just stops. He’s usually composed, but you kissing him first? He’s staring at you like he can’t believe what just happened, his ears burning red. He’s too stunned to speak at first, but then he mutters softly:

“Damn… you caught me off guard.”

⋆˚࿔ Tsukishima Kei

Tsukki’s eyes go wide behind his glasses, and he’s frozen in place. His lips part slightly in surprise, and when you pull away, he blinks at you like he’s trying to process what just happened. He looks away, adjusting his glasses to hide how red his face is.

“Hmph. I didn’t expect that… not that I’m complaining.”

⋆˚࿔ Suna Rintarou

Suna raises an eyebrow as your lips meet his, and though he seems calm on the outside, the slight flush on his ears gives him away. When you pull back, he’s smirking lazily, but his half-lidded eyes linger on your lips.

“Didn’t know you were that impatient… I was getting there.”

⋆˚࿔ Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama goes completely rigid, his eyes wide as if he’s trying to process what just happened. His lips part slightly, but no words come out. When you pull back, he’s still staring at you, his face turning redder by the second.

“Wh-what was that…?”

⋆˚࿔ Hinata Shoyo

Hinata practically malfunctions. His brain can’t keep up, and his face turns bright red as he stares at you, eyes wide. He’s grinning uncontrollably, but he’s also too flustered to say anything coherent.

“Y-You… did that… I mean—uh—wow… can we do that again?!”

⋆˚࿔ Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara’s eyes widen in surprise for a split second, but then he melts into the kiss, smiling softly against your lips. When you pull away, his gaze is warm, filled with amusement and affection. He brushes his thumb gently over your cheek, his voice teasing but fond.

“Wow… didn’t think you’d be the one to make the first move. I like this side of you.”

⋆˚࿔ Daichi Sawamura

Daichi’s eyes widen just a little, but he quickly recovers, leaning into the kiss with a steady, reassuring presence. When you pull back, he’s looking at you with a soft smile, his cheeks slightly flushed but his tone calm.

“You caught me off guard… but I’m definitely not complaining.”

⋆˚࿔ Osamu Miya

Osamu’s brow lifts slightly in surprise, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his lips moving against yours with an easy confidence. When you pull away, he smirks, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes.

“Didn’t think you’d beat me to it, darlin’… I was just about to do that.”

⋆˚࿔ Atsumu Miya

Atsumu’s brain completely short-circuits. He freezes mid-kiss, his eyes wide and lips parted when you pull back. He tries to play it cool, but his flushed cheeks and the way he stumbles over his words give him away.

“H-Huh? Wait… you… did that? I mean—uh—‘course ya did… ya couldn’t resist me, huh?”

⋆˚࿔ Kita Shinsuke

Kita’s reaction is subtle but telling. His eyes widen just a fraction as your lips meet his, but he kisses you back gently, his touch steady and sure. When you pull away, his gaze lingers on yours, his expression calm but his ears slightly pink.

“I didn’t expect that… but I’m glad you did.”

⋆˚࿔ Tendou Satori

Tendou’s eyes light up with surprise and amusement the moment your lips touch his. When you pull away, he’s grinning like a Cheshire cat, his head tilting to the side as he studies you with playful curiosity.

“Oooh~? Look at you, taking charge! I think I like this game…”

⋆˚࿔ Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima barely moves at first, processing what’s happening with his usual calm. But when you pull away, you can see the slight flush on his cheeks and the way his eyes soften as he looks at you. His voice is quiet but firm.

“You didn’t have to… but I’m glad you did.”

⋆˚࿔ Yaku Morisuke

Yaku freezes, his eyes widening in pure shock. When you pull back, he blinks a few times, his face turning red as he tries to regain composure. But there’s no hiding the small, flustered smile tugging at his lips.

“Wh-What the hell?! Warn me next time, geez…”

⋆˚࿔ Lev Haiba

Lev is completely stunned. He stands there, blinking like he’s trying to reboot. When you pull back, he’s grinning ear to ear, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“WHOA! Did that really just happen?! Can we do it again?!”

⋆˚࿔ Ennoshita Chikara

Ennoshita’s breath catches, but he responds quickly, his kiss gentle but certain. When you pull back, his cheeks are flushed, but he’s giving you a soft, almost shy smile.

“I… wasn’t expecting that, but… I’m not complaining.”

⋆˚࿔ Konoha Akinori

Konoha raises an eyebrow, caught off guard, but he kisses you back smoothly. When you pull away, he’s smirking, though the slight pink on his cheeks betrays how flustered he is.

“Oh? So that’s how we’re playin’ it now? I can get used to this…”

⋆˚࿔ Goshiki Tsutomu

Goshiki’s entire face turns bright red. He’s completely frozen, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. When you pull back, he’s still blinking in disbelief, stammering as he tries to find words.

“W-Wait… you… really?! I-I mean… wow…”

⋆˚࿔ Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa’s reaction is subtle but intense. His eyes widen slightly as your lips meet his, but he doesn’t pull away. When you part, his gaze lingers on yours, and although his expression stays composed, the faint flush on his cheeks betrays his surprise.

“I wasn’t expecting that… but I don’t mind.”

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Cracking the Code Pt 2 ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Rinarou Suna

Part 1 here

rating: NSFW

wc: 2600

Summary: After leaving Suna desperate and wrecked at a party, you run into him at the gym, only to tease and deny him again bc your evil

₊⊹ CW: sub!suna, suna being a mess, good boy used a lot, edging, kinda public, and y/n is a baddie

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18!

₊⊹ A/N: definitely cooking up a part three… I wanna put him in some lingerie hehe

You weren’t even thinking about Suna when you walked into the gym that afternoon. Honestly, you’d almost forgotten about the way you’d left him hanging at that party—well, not forgotten. The memory of his wrecked expression, the way his body had trembled under your touch, was still seared into your mind. But you’d moved on.

Suna, on the other hand…

You spotted him immediately. He was leaning against the squat rack, water bottle in hand, wearing a loose tank top and shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide the way his body was strung tight with tension.

And he was staring right at you.

You felt it the moment his eyes locked on you—like a physical pull, drawing you in. But you didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it. Not yet.

Instead, you ignored him, walking past without so much as a glance, heading straight toward the treadmill.

But you could feel him watching you.

The weight of his gaze followed you as you stretched, adjusted your ponytail, and climbed onto the machine. You kept your pace slow, giving yourself time to settle in, but your mind was already miles ahead.

How long can he last this time?

Five minutes.

That’s all it took.

You heard the shuffle of footsteps behind you, followed by the distinct sound of a water bottle being set down a little too hard on the machine next to you.

“Y/n.”

His voice was low, controlled—too controlled.

You didn’t look over, but you felt the corner of your mouth twitch. Oh, he’s still trying? Cute.

“Rintarou.” Your tone was cool, casual, like you hadn’t worked him up and abandoned him last weekend.

“Been avoiding me?”

That made you glance over—just for a second.

Suna was leaning against the handlebars of the treadmill, arms flexed just enough to make it clear how tense he was. His jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line, but his eyes…

His eyes were pleading.

“Why would I do that?” You arched a brow, your tone light, playful. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to be keeping tabs on you.”

“Y/n…” His voice was quieter this time, strained.

Ah.

There it was.

You slowed the treadmill, stepping off and grabbing your water bottle before turning to face him fully.

“Something wrong, Rintarou?” You kept your tone innocent, but the way you crossed your arms, tilting your head just enough to make him feel small—that wasn’t innocent at all.

Suna’s jaw worked as he tried to find the words, his eyes flickering down to the floor for a split second before meeting yours again.

“I…” He swallowed hard, and fuck—his throat was dry.

You stepped closer, just enough to invade his space, your body brushing lightly against his.

“Use your words, baby.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make his breath hitch.

“I can’t…” His voice cracked, and his head dipped down, his forehead almost brushing against yours.

“Can’t what?”

“Can’t stop thinking about it.” His confession was so quiet, so raw, that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thinking about what, Rintarou?” You knew exactly what he meant, but you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

Suna’s eyes lifted, and the desperation in them was impossible to miss now.

“You,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “That night. The way you…” His breath caught, and his jaw clenched again, but this time, he didn’t look away. “I can’t get it out of my head.”

A wicked smile tugged at your lips, and you leaned in just enough for your breath to ghost over his lips.

“Aw.” Your voice was soft, but the satisfaction dripping from it was impossible to miss. “Poor baby.”

Suna’s hands flexed at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to grab you—like he was begging for permission to touch you.

“Please.”

The word was barely a whisper, but it was enough to make your pulse spike.

“Please what, Rintarou?” Your lips brushed against his, so close but not giving him anything. “Tell me what you want.”

Suna’s eyes fluttered shut, his breathing uneven, and when he spoke again…

“Please,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Let me be good for you.”

Fuck.

You had him. Again.

And this time, you weren’t going to let him off so easy.

You tilted your head, letting his words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the way his body was practically vibrating with anticipation. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful, and his hands were fisted at his sides, like he was physically holding himself back from reaching for you.

“Hmm.” You dragged a single finger down his chest, tracing the defined lines through his tank top, and felt the way his muscles tensed under your touch. “You want to be good for me, huh?”

“Yes.” His voice was hoarse, strained, like he was barely holding it together. “Please.”

“Please what?” Your nails scratched lightly over his abs, just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. “I don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.”

Suna’s eyes fluttered shut for a second, his lips parted as he fought to steady his breathing. When he opened them again, there was nothing left of that cocky, unaffected façade he always wore.

Just raw, unfiltered need.

“I can’t…” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep it together. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“About what?” Your lips brushed against his jaw, and the shiver that ran through his body made your core ache.

“About…” His breath caught as you dragged your nails down his stomach, lower, until they teased just above the waistband of his shorts. “About the way you…”

“Made you fall apart?” you murmured, lips grazing his ear, and the soft, broken noise that slipped past his lips sent a thrill down your spine.

“Yeah.” His voice was barely a whisper now, and his hips pressed forward, chasing your touch. “Please.”

“Aw.” You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your smile wicked as you watched him crumble for you. “Look at you.” You dragged your fingers up his chest again, watching the way his body shuddered under your touch. “You’re already falling apart, and I haven’t even touched you properly.”

Suna’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered shut again—like he was trying to ground himself. But it wasn’t working.

“Rintarou,” you murmured, your lips brushing over his, so close but not giving him anything. “What happened to all that control you’re so proud of?”

“I…” His voice was barely there now, and his body was trembling, his restraint hanging by a thread.

“Gone already?” You cupped his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. “Poor thing.”

“Y/n…” His eyes were glassy, lips slightly swollen from how hard he’d been biting them, and his breathing was ragged—completely at your mercy.

“Shh.” You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip, watching as his mouth parted for you instinctively. “I’m not done playing with you yet.”

Suna’s body practically sagged against you, his forehead almost brushing against yours as he exhaled a shaky breath.

“Please.” The word was barely a whisper, but the way he said it—like he was ready to drop to his knees for you right there in the gym—sent a pulse of heat straight to your core.

“Alright, baby.” You dragged your nails lightly down his chest again, feeling the way his body shuddered under your touch. “But not here.”

His eyes snapped open, and you saw the flicker of confusion mixed with frustration—like he was barely holding on.

“W-Where?” His voice was breathless, shaky.

“Come with me.” Your smile was sweet, but the glint in your eyes was anything but. “And be a good boy.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers through his, and led him out of the gym without a word.

Suna followed without hesitation, his body tense, practically vibrating with anticipation.

You didn’t go far.

The locker room was empty—mid-afternoon on a weekday meant most people were either in class or already gone.

Perfect.

You pushed open the door and pulled him inside, backing him up against the nearest row of lockers before he could even process what was happening.

“Y/n—”

“Shh.” You placed a finger over his lips, silencing him.

Suna’s breath was ragged, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you, waiting—begging—for whatever you were about to do to him.

“You’ve been such a mess since that night, haven’t you?” Your voice was a whisper, but it echoed in the empty space, filling the air between you.

Suna swallowed hard, his jaw clenched as he fought to keep his composure—but you could see how badly he was losing that battle.

“Can’t sleep,” you murmured, dragging your nails down his chest again. “Can’t focus.”

His breath hitched.

“Been thinking about me every time you touch yourself, haven’t you?”

Suna’s body jerked at that, his head falling back against the lockers with a soft thud as a strangled noise slipped past his lips.

“Fuck.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as your fingers dipped just below the waistband of his shorts, teasing but not giving him what he wanted.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Your voice was pure sin, dripping with satisfaction. “Thought you could handle me.”

“I can’t…” His voice was barely there now, strained and shaky, and his hips pressed forward, chasing your touch. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.” His head tilted forward again, his forehead almost brushing against yours. “I—” His breath was ragged, desperate. “I need you.”

You smiled, dragging your nails lightly down his stomach again, just barely grazing over where he was already painfully hard.

“Hmm.” You tilted your head, pretending to think about it. “I don’t know, Rintarou.” You met his gaze, your lips curling into a wicked smile. “Do you deserve it?”

“Please.” His voice cracked, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat—complete surrender.

“Good boy.”

And just like that, you had him.

The moment the words left your lips, Suna’s body melted into your touch, his head dipping forward until his forehead was almost brushing against yours. His breathing was ragged, uneven, and you could feel the way his body trembled under your hands—completely at your mercy.

But you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

Not yet.

“Hmm.” You dragged your nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed with anticipation. “I guess I could give you a little something…”

“Please.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and the way his hands twitched at his sides—like he was dying to touch you but knew better—made your core ache.

“Such good manners.” Your lips brushed over his jaw, your breath ghosting over his skin as you trailed soft kisses down his neck. “Maybe you do deserve a reward…”

Suna’s breath hitched when your hand finally slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, fingers wrapping around him with just enough pressure to make his knees buckle.

“F-Fuck.” His head fell back against the lockers with a soft thud, and his lips parted as a strangled moan slipped past them.

“Aw, look at you,” you murmured, your voice dripping with satisfaction as you stroked him slowly, deliberately, just enough to make him ache. “So desperate already.”

“Y/n…” His voice was barely there now, and the way his hips bucked into your hand made it painfully obvious just how close he was to losing control.

“Shh.” You tilted your head, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear. “I’m in charge, remember?”

Suna’s whole body shuddered, and the broken moan that escaped his lips sent a pulse of heat straight to your core.

“Y-Yes.” His voice was strained, and you felt his hips jerk again, chasing your touch even as he tried so hard to hold back.

“Good boy.” You tightened your grip just a little, dragging your thumb over the head of his cock, and the whimper that spilled from his lips was downright sinful.

“F-Fuck,” he breathed, his head tilting forward again, his forehead almost brushing against yours as he struggled to keep himself together.

“You’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?” You kept your strokes slow, teasing, just enough to make him ache.

“Y-Yeah.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and his breathing was so uneven now, you could feel how close he was.

“Been touching yourself to the memory of me?” Your tone was sweet, but the wicked smile tugging at your lips said otherwise.

“Y-Yeah.” His head dipped lower, and the soft, broken noise that slipped past his lips made you ache for him.

“Poor thing.” You dragged your lips down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just enough to make him shiver. “Bet it wasn’t enough, was it?”

“N-No.”

“Bet you still felt empty afterward.”

Suna’s whole body trembled, and the whimper that spilled from his lips was so soft, so wrecked, that it made your core throb with need.

“Y/n…” His voice was broken now, barely above a whisper.

You tightened your grip again, your strokes picking up just enough to have him teetering on the edge.

“You close, baby?”

“Y-Yeah.” His hips bucked into your hand, and his breathing was so uneven now, you knew he was seconds away from falling apart.

“Gonna be a good boy and come for me?”

“Please.” His voice cracked, and his eyes fluttered shut as his body tensed, his muscles coiling as he chased that release.

“Hmm.” You pressed your lips against his jaw, your hand still working him expertly.

And then—

You let go.

Just like that.

You stepped back, pulling your hand away completely, and the choked noise that tore from Suna’s throat was downright devastating.

“W-What—” His eyes snapped open, wide and glassy with desperation as he stared at you, his body still trembling, so fucking close he could taste it.

“Aw.” You pouted, tilting your head as you watched him fall apart in front of you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Y/n…” His voice was a wrecked, broken whisper, and his hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing a touch that was no longer there.

“Did you think I was gonna let you finish?” Your smile was downright wicked now, and the way Suna’s eyes pleaded with you made your core ache.

“P-Please…” His body was shaking, his muscles tense as he fought the urge to touch himself—because he knew better.

“You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?” You leaned in, brushing your lips over his ear again, and the shiver that ran through his body was impossible to miss.

“Y/n…” His voice cracked, and you could feel how close he still was, teetering on the edge but unable to fall.

“Not yet, baby.” You pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, your tone soft but firm. “Be patient.”

And then—

You stepped back.

Suna’s eyes flew open, wide with disbelief, his lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath.

“W-Where…” His voice was barely there, broken and desperate. “Where are you going?”

You smiled sweetly, grabbing your water bottle and slinging your bag over your shoulder like nothing had happened.

“Class.” You winked, turning toward the door, but not before throwing one last look over your shoulder. “Be good for me, Rintarou.”

And then you left.

Leaving him there—desperate, wrecked, and aching for you.

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ik ppl say goshiki and shirabu are ugly but to me theyre such little cuties. Like i want nothing for then to scoop then up and js care for them forever and ever. Bake them little cookies or make them bento’s. I love me a man w a bad haircut who’s js a little cutie.

A man who can pull off a bad haircut and still look good is a certified baddie 🙏 I’m quietly a huge fan of pretty delicate men with a bowl cut and I wish there were more characters like thissss

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HELLO

just wanted to say ur work is amazing❤️❤️❤️ I’ve been super caught up with haikyuu since the beginning and have been stalking for more hoshiumi content, thanks for showing him so much love and work

YOU SO AMZING🦅🦅🦅

THANK YOU! There is not enough time in the day for me to thirst over this man 😫 but I promise the next time I write for him (soon) I will tag you xp

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part 2 with suna and my life is yours 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

posting it later tonight hehe

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Cracking the Code ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Rintarou Suna

rating: NSFWish?

wc: 2,540

Summary: At a crowded party, you toy with suna, pushing him to the edge as he struggles to keep control. His cool facade crumbles, leaving him desperate and completely at your mercy.

₊⊹ CW: sub!suna x dom!reader, time skip college au, drinking implied, heavy dirty talk and flirting.

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: >18!

₊⊹ A/N: lots of teasing! No actual smut justttt yet ;)

Loud music thumped through the crowded living room, bass vibrating the floor as bodies pressed together in the dim light. You weren’t even sure whose party this was—probably someone from the volleyball team, given how many six-foot-somethings were milling around—but that wasn’t really your concern. Not when Suna Rintarou was leaning against the wall, drink in hand, looking like the poster child for nonchalance.

He was all sharp jawlines and half-lidded eyes, dressed in a black hoodie pushed up to his elbows, showing off the veins running down his forearms. He looked bored out of his mind, barely reacting when groups of girls wandered by, throwing glances his way.

But you caught it. The quick flick of his gaze when you stepped into his line of sight, the way his jaw tightened when you smirked at him.

Gotcha.

You didn’t go straight to him. No, that’d be too easy. Instead, you stayed just close enough to be noticed—close enough for him to see the way your dress hugged every curve, your fingers idly running along the rim of your glass. You felt his eyes on you, even when he pretended not to look, and when you finally closed the distance, it was with the confidence of someone who already knew the outcome.

“Not your scene?” you asked, tilting your head as you leaned against the wall beside him.

“Something like that,” he murmured, voice low and smooth, but you caught the way his fingers tapped once against his cup—nervous.

“Yet you’re still here.” Your gaze dragged lazily over him, just enough to make him aware of it.

“Had nothing better to do,” he said, lips twitching like he was fighting a smirk.

“So if I gave you something better to do…” You let the words hang, watching the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed.

Suna blinked, his expression carefully blank, but you could see the heat in his eyes, the tension in his posture. He thought he was so good at hiding it, but you could tell he was already unraveling.

“Depends,” he murmured, finally meeting your gaze. “What exactly are you offering?”

You leaned in, just close enough that your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you let me show you?”

His breath hitched. Barely. But it was there.

And that was all the invitation you needed.

You dragged your nails lightly down his arm, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. He didn’t move, but the muscle in his jaw clenched, and his grip on his cup tightened.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?��� you teased, voice just loud enough for him to hear over the music.

“Not really.” His tone was flat, but his body told another story.

“Hmm.” Your nails grazed down to his wrist before you backed off, giving him just enough space to miss the contact.

His exhale was slow, controlled—but his knuckles were white around his drink now.

“Sure,” you murmured, biting back a smile. “Whatever you say, Suna.”

For the next twenty minutes, you toyed with him. Casual touches as you ‘accidentally’ brushed against him. Leaning in close to speak over the music, your lips just grazing his jaw. Each time, he stayed still, forcing his body not to react. But you saw the way his pupils dilated, how his breathing grew just a little heavier.

“You’re really trying hard to keep it together, huh?” You finally prodded, tilting your head, eyes meeting his.

Suna’s smirk was lazy, but there was tension in his jaw. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, but you do.” Your hand trailed lightly down his chest, nails barely scraping over the fabric. His body betrayed him with the slightest shiver. “You’re dying to see what happens if you let go, aren’t you?”

For the first time, he didn’t answer immediately. His lips parted like he was going to speak, but nothing came out.

You leaned in close again, lips brushing the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Rintarou.”

His exhale was shaky, and when you pulled back, his eyes were darker than before.

“I’m not,” he muttered, but his voice was hoarse, giving him away.

“Liar.”

And this time, when your hand skimmed over his waistband, lingering just a little too long, his jaw clenched—and his breath stuttered.

Got him.

“You can keep playing cool,” you murmured, your smile nothing short of wicked. “But I know exactly how bad you want me to ruin you.”

Suna’s eyes finally met yours, and for the first time all night, the facade cracked.

“Prove it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

“Prove it, huh?” Your lips curled into a smirk as you tilted your head, eyes locked on his. The challenge in his voice was weak at best, but the way his breathing had quickened, the subtle shift in his stance—like he was trying to ground himself—told you everything.

“Careful, Rintarou.” You dragged your nails down his chest again, slower this time, just enough pressure to make him feel it through the fabric. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I can handle it.” His voice was low, but there was a slight tremor in it, one he tried to hide by taking a slow sip of his drink.

You watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, eyes flickering down to where your body was still angled just a little too close. The heat between you was palpable, and when he set the cup down on the windowsill behind him, his hand was just a little unsteady.

“Handle it?” You leaned in, your breath ghosting over his skin. “You’ve been holding yourself together all night, Rintarou. But I wonder…” Your fingers danced down his torso, tracing the defined lines through his hoodie. “How long can you really last?”

You felt him tense under your touch, muscles coiling like a spring wound too tight. But he stayed silent, biting the inside of his cheek, eyes hooded and half-lidded like he was bored.

But that was the thing about Suna.

He wasn’t bored. He was trying not to fall apart.

And he was failing.

“Nothing to say?” you murmured, letting your lips graze the shell of his ear. “That’s okay.” Your fingers slipped lower, brushing just above the waistband of his jeans. “I like it better when you get all quiet and obedient for me anyway.”

His exhale was shaky this time, barely audible over the bass pounding through the walls, but you caught it. His jaw clenched so hard you were sure it was starting to ache, and his hands fisted at his sides like he was fighting the urge to grab you.

“Oh, you’re trying so hard, aren’t you?” Your voice was pure sin, dripping with amusement as you dragged your lips down the side of his neck, barely grazing the skin. “But I can feel it, Rintarou.” Your teeth scraped lightly over his pulse point, and his body shuddered.

“Feel what?” His voice was hoarse, almost strained, but he was still holding on. Barely.

“How bad you want to give in.” Your tongue flicked out, tracing a slow line down his neck, and this time, he couldn’t hide it.

The soft, broken noise he made was barely above a whisper, but you heard it. And it sent a thrill down your spine.

“Poor thing.” You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, and fuck—his pupils were blown wide, lips slightly parted, and his breath came in uneven, shallow bursts. “Trying so hard not to show me how bad you want it.”

“I don’t—”

“Liar.” Your fingers tugged lightly at the waistband of his jeans, and his hips jerked forward before he could stop himself.

That earned you a wicked smile.

“See?” Your nails scratched lightly along his hipbone, and he sucked in a breath, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to muffle whatever sound threatened to escape. “Your body’s more honest than you are.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, but it wasn’t frustration—it was surrender, and you could hear it clear as day.

“Uh-uh.” You pressed a finger to his lips, stopping him. “I don’t wanna hear excuses.”

Suna’s jaw tensed, and his eyes met yours—defiance flickering there for a brief second. But that spark died the moment you dragged your nails down his stomach, and his breath hitched so hard it was almost a whimper.

“Still think you can handle it?” You cocked a brow, letting your fingers brush the outline of his growing arousal through his pants.

His answer was a shaky exhale, lips parted like he was about to speak—but nothing came out.

“Aw.” You cupped his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to look at you. His eyes were glassy, lips slightly swollen from how hard he’d been biting them. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Y/n…” His voice was barely a whisper, a plea wrapped in a single syllable.

“Yeah?” You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at the touch.

“Don’t…” His voice trailed off, but you didn’t miss the way his hips shifted forward, chasing your hand.

“Don’t what?” You leaned in closer, lips brushing against his. “Don’t stop?”

A soft, shuddering breath was your only answer.

“Say it,” you murmured against his mouth, your hand sliding lower, pressing against him just enough to make his body jerk.

“Fuck—” His head fell back against the wall, and the sound that left his lips was so quiet, so broken, you almost felt bad for teasing him.

Almost.

“Say it, Rintarou.” Your teeth grazed his jaw, and you could feel his resolve crumbling.

“Don’t…” His voice was barely there now, and his body was trembling under your touch. “Don’t stop.”

“Good boy.”

That broke him.

Suna’s breath caught, and his body went rigid, like he was physically holding himself back from completely falling apart. But it was too late.

You had him.

“See?” Your lips ghosted over his ear again, voice dripping with satisfaction. “I told you…” Your hand pressed a little harder, and the strangled noise he made went straight to your core. “You can’t handle me.”

And the way Suna’s hips pressed desperately into your touch, his head tilted back, throat exposed as he fought to keep control—

You knew he was already gone.

“Now,” you murmured, lips brushing against his neck as your fingers slid higher, tangling in his hair. “Be a good boy and let me break you properly.”

And this time, Suna didn’t even try to fight it.

Suna’s body was practically vibrating under your touch, his breathing ragged, chest rising and falling too fast as he struggled to hold on. But he was losing. Fast.

“Look at you,” you murmured, dragging your lips down his jaw, your breath hot against his skin. “Trying so hard to keep it together.”

His jaw clenched, and you could feel the way his body tensed—every muscle coiled so tight, he was practically trembling.

“But I wonder…” Your fingers trailed back up his chest, slow and deliberate, until they brushed over his throat. You didn’t apply pressure—just enough contact to make him aware of how easily you could take control.

Suna’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment before snapping open again.

“Hmm.” Your thumb brushed lightly over his pulse, feeling the rapid thrum beneath your fingertips. “What happens if I just… stop?”

The tension in his body snapped so fast, it was almost audible.

His eyes shot open, and for the first time all night, that lazy, detached mask he always wore was completely gone.

“Wait—”

But you were already pulling back, putting just enough distance between your bodies that he couldn’t chase the contact.

“Aw.” You tilted your head, lips curling into a wicked smile as you watched the panic flash in his eyes. “Something wrong, Rintarou?”

“Don’t.” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but the desperation in it was undeniable.

“Don’t what?” You feigned innocence, licking your lips as your gaze dipped down to where he was still painfully hard, his body screaming for relief. “Use your words, baby.”

Suna’s jaw clenched so tight you thought he might crack a tooth, but his pride was slipping fast. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to grab you and pull you back against him.

“Don’t…” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to steady his breathing. “Don’t stop.”

His voice was quieter this time, barely there—but you heard it.

And it was exactly what you’d been waiting for.

“Hmm.” You dragged a single finger down his chest, just barely skimming the surface. “But I thought you could handle it, Rintarou.”

“I—” His voice cracked, and he quickly bit his bottom lip, trying to compose himself.

But it was too late.

You could see the way his body was betraying him—his breathing uneven, pupils blown wide, skin flushed in a way that told you he was barely holding it together.

“Poor thing.” You brushed your lips against his ear, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re already falling apart, aren’t you?”

Suna’s breath caught, and his head tipped back just slightly, exposing the curve of his throat. His body was practically begging for more, but he didn’t dare move.

“Good boy,” you murmured, letting your lips barely graze his skin again—just enough to leave him wanting. “I knew you’d break for me eventually.”

And just like that, you stepped back.

Suna’s eyes snapped open, panic flashing across his face as the distance between you grew.

“Where are you going?” His voice was quieter now, almost… vulnerable.

You smiled, cocking your head to the side as you looked at him. His body was tense, his eyes dark with barely restrained need, and his lips were slightly swollen from how hard he’d been biting them.

“Relax.” You gave him a sweet, almost innocent smile that only made his jaw clench harder. “I’m not going anywhere.”

But then your gaze dropped to where he was still achingly hard, straining against his jeans, and your smile turned wicked.

“You, on the other hand…” You took a step back, watching the way his body leaned toward you, even as he tried to stay still. “Are gonna have to sit with that for a while.”

Suna’s breath hitched, and the soft, barely audible whimper that slipped past his lips was enough to make your core ache.

“Be a good boy for me, Rintarou.” Your voice was pure sin, dripping with satisfaction as you leaned in just enough to brush your lips against his jaw one last time.

“And maybe…” Your teeth grazed his skin, and his whole body shuddered. “I’ll let you beg for it later.”

When you finally pulled back, Suna’s eyes were glassy, his lips parted, and his body was practically trembling from the effort of holding himself together.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice barely audible.

“See you around, Rintarou.” You winked, turning on your heel and leaving him standing there—wrecked, desperate, and completely at your mercy.

And you didn’t even need to look back to know…

He was already counting down the minutes until he could fall apart for you.

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₊⊹ Part 2 (cuming soon) (if this gets enough likes)

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hii!! i wanted to request a tsukishima x reader (sorry idk if im doing this right) with like. reader giving him head and also edging him 👍 crying would also be cool

Stripped of Control ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Tsukishima Kei

₊⊹ WC: 865

₊⊹ CW: Sub!Tsukki, Gn!Dom!reader, light bondage, ending, crying, and bj.

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: You’re doing just fine babes! This one is pretty short bc I’m bad at writing for him but I hope you enjoy!

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Tsukishima drawls, his golden eyes watching you with that familiar condescending smirk. He’s stretched out on the bed, shirt pushed up to expose his toned stomach, jeans undone but still clinging to his hips like he’s daring you to do something about it. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

You don’t answer right away. You’re too busy trailing your fingertips over the growing bulge in his boxers, pressing just hard enough to make him exhale through his nose. He’s trying to act unfazed, like your touch doesn’t affect him, but the way his jaw tightens tells a different story.

“Maybe I’m just bored,” you murmur, leaning in close enough that your breath ghosts over his skin. “I thought you’d be more fun tonight.”

“Tch.” He scoffs, but you don’t miss the way his hips jerk when you drag your nails along his thigh. “Maybe you should try harder.”

There it is. That cocky little attitude that always gets him into trouble.

You sit back, looking him over like you’re considering something. “Try harder, huh?” You hum, a dangerous edge creeping into your tone. “Alright. Let’s see how much you like it when I’m the one calling the shots.”

Tsukishima’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late. You’re already reaching for the silk ties you stashed nearby, and before he can get another word out, you’re straddling him, pinning his wrists above his head.

“Wait—”

“Oh, now you’re paying attention?” You smirk, securing the knot tight enough that he can’t slip free. “Too bad.”

He tugs at the restraints, testing them, but they don’t budge. The frustration flickers in his eyes, but there’s something else too—something darker.

“Still think you’re in charge?” You drag your nails down his chest, watching his breath hitch. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”

You settle between his legs, pulling his boxers down slowly, making him feel every second of it. His cock springs free, flushed and already leaking, despite his bravado.

“Look at you,” you coo, wrapping your hand around him and stroking once, twice, just enough to make his jaw clench. “So desperate and I haven’t even started yet.”

“Shut up,” he grits out, but his voice is already betraying him, a little breathless, a little too eager.

“Aw, is that any way to talk to the person who’s about to ruin you?” You give his cock a slow, teasing lick from base to tip, smirking when his hips twitch. “Maybe I should just leave you like this.”

“Don’t you fucking—”

You cut him off by taking him into your mouth, sinking down until he’s pressed against the back of your throat. His head falls back against the pillow, a shaky groan slipping out before he can stop it.

But you don’t let him get comfortable. You set a torturously slow pace, dragging your tongue along the underside, hollowing your cheeks just enough to make him squirm. And every time he gets close—every time his breathing quickens and his thighs start to tremble—you pull back, leaving him aching and unsatisfied.

“Seriously?” His voice is strained, his eyes blown wide with frustration as he watches you wipe your mouth, giving him that sweet, innocent smile he hates so much. “You’re gonna be a brat now?”

“Brat?” You tilt your head, gripping the base of his cock and giving it a tight squeeze that makes his breath hitch. “You’re the one who begged for this.”

“I didn’t—fuck,” he hisses when you take him back into your mouth, but this time you don’t let him get too close. You keep him right on the edge, pulling away every time his body tenses, leaving him dripping, thighs quivering as he tries and fails to chase his release.

Minutes turn into an eternity, and by the time you glance up at him, Tsukishima’s composure is long gone. His eyes are glassy, his cheeks flushed, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he struggles to hold back the pathetic sounds threatening to escape.

“Look at you,” you murmur, trailing your fingers along his sensitive length. He jolts, a strangled whimper slipping out before he can stop it. “So fucking wrecked and I haven’t even let you come yet.”

“Please,” he whispers, barely audible, his voice cracking as he tries to hold himself together.

“Please, what?”

“Please…” His head tilts back, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as his body trembles beneath you. “Please… let me… I can’t—”

“Not yet,” you purr, dragging your tongue along his slit, tasting how close he is. “Not until you’re crying for me.”

And he does. Minutes later, when you finally let him fall apart, his whole body tenses, his back arching as broken sobs escape his lips. Tears spill down his flushed cheeks, and the sound of his choked, wrecked moans fills the room as you work him through it, taking everything he has to give until he’s a shaking, tear-streaked mess beneath you.

“Good boy,” you murmur softly, brushing his damp hair away from his face. He’s too wrecked to answer, just shivering under your touch, completely undone.

Exactly where he belongs.

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[noyasmashing]

rimming with sakusa who thought it was disgusting at first but actually ended up liking it?

Sakusa had always been… particular. Cleanliness, routine, control—he thrived on it. So when the topic of rimming came up, his reaction was immediate.

“Absolutely not.” His nose scrunched, and he looked at you like you’d just suggested licking the floor. “That’s—unsanitary.”

You didn’t push. Just shrugged and let it slide, even if the idea of getting Sakusa to unravel like that lingered in the back of your mind.

But now? Now, with his face flushed, chest heaving, and his legs spread wide as he gripped the sheets beneath him, that initial resistance felt like a distant memory.

“Fuck,” Sakusa’s voice was barely above a whimper, his usually composed demeanor long gone. His face was buried in his arm, trying to hide the deep flush staining his cheeks. But he couldn’t hide the way his hips kept tilting back toward your mouth, betraying just how much he was enjoying this.

“Still think it’s gross, Omi?” you murmured, your breath hot against his slick skin before you dragged your tongue over the sensitive ring of muscle again, slow and deliberate.

He shuddered, a broken sound slipping past his lips. “N-No…” His voice cracked, so soft it was almost inaudible. “Feels… good.”

You smirked, circling the tip of your tongue around him just to make him squirm. “Good?”

Sakusa’s fingers clenched tighter in the sheets, his breath hitching as you pushed a little deeper. “So—so fucking good,” he choked out, his body trembling.

The irony wasn’t lost on you. The man who swore up and down he’d never let you near him like this was now falling apart, hips rocking back into your mouth like he couldn’t get enough.

“Such a hypocrite,” you teased, giving his inner thigh a playful nip before soothing it with a kiss. “All that complaining, and now you’re practically begging for it.”

Sakusa’s whine was muffled, but the way his back arched, pushing himself further against your tongue, said everything you needed to know.

“Maybe next time,” you purred, dragging your tongue along him again, slow and filthy, “you’ll be a little more open-minded.”

Sakusa didn’t respond—at least, not with words. But the way his thighs trembled and the desperate little moans falling from his lips told you that he was already hooked.

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HI BABES! COULD YOU WRITE SMTH FOR AAA yan!sub Izuku?? With a mean reader!? If not! I just wanna say I love love you’re writing!

Fucking Pathetic ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Izuku Midoriya

₊⊹ CW: Sub!yan!Izuku x dom!reader, a LOT of degradation, breaking and entering, uhh yeah and cum eating :D

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: lol this took me way too long to get to. alsooo if your a fan of yan!izu you should read @vampcubus stuff for him, it’s mouth watering

The click of your heels echoes through the apartment as you step inside, your muscles aching after a long day. You toss your bag on the counter, sighing as you shrug off your blazer, leaving you in just your fitted blouse and pencil skirt.

Fucking exhausting.

You toe off your heels, letting them clatter to the floor of your kitche as you pour yourself a generous glass of wine.

Finally.

But just as you bring the glass to your lips—

BANG.

The sound makes you freeze, your eyes narrowing as your gaze flickers toward the hallway.

What the fuck was that?

A quiet, muffled whimper follows.

Your jaw clenches.

Oh, no fucking way.

“Really?” you hiss, setting your glass down with a sharp clink. Your heels echo louder this time as you stalk down the hall, your movements sharp, precise, and full of barely contained rage.

The sight that greets you?

Pathetic.

Izuku’s halfway out the window, his foot caught on the ledge, a lamp knocked over beside him, his body trembling as he struggles to free himself.

“Seriously?” Your voice is ice-cold, making him freeze.

His head whips around, eyes wide, face flushed and guilty.

“Y-Y/N…” His voice is barely a whisper, shaky and desperate, and his lip trembles as he looks at you like a kicked puppy.

But you’re not in the mood.

“Get. Down.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He scrambles off the ledge, nearly tripping over himself as he lands on the floor, kneeling in front of you almost instinctively, his head bowed in submission.

But you’re not impressed.

“Explain.”

“I-I just—” His voice catches, and he’s already shaking, his eyes flickering up to meet yours before immediately dropping to the floor. “I-I missed you… I just w-wanted to see you…”

Pathetic.

“You broke into my apartment again?” You cross your arms, your eyes narrowing as you tower over him.

“Y-Yes,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, his body trembling as he kneels at your feet.

“And what, Izuku?” You take a step closer, your bare foot brushing against his knee. “You thought I wouldn’t notice? You thought I wouldn’t catch you?”

“N-No… I-I didn’t—”

“You didn’t think?” You cut him off, your tone dripping with disdain. “Clearly.”

His body flinches, his head dropping lower, and the way he whimpers under your gaze?

Pathetic.

“You’re fucking obsessed with me,” you sneer, stepping closer until your foot presses against his thigh. “So desperate you can’t even stay away for one day.”

“I-I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice breaking, and the way his body shakes beneath you?

Pitiful.

“Sorry?” You laugh, a cold, cruel sound that makes him flinch. “You’re not sorry. You’re just fucking pathetic.”

You press your foot harder against his thigh, forcing his knees apart, and the way his breath catches is adorable.

“Look at you,” you murmur, dragging your foot up higher, pressing it against the bulge straining in his pants. “So fucking hard already.”

“I-I—”

“Shut up.”

Izuku’s lips snap shut instantly, his body trembling as he stares at the floor, his hands clenching at his sides.

“Pathetic,” you sneer, pressing your foot down harder, watching as his body jerks, a broken whimper spilling from his lips.

“You can’t even control yourself,” you murmur, tilting your head as you drag your foot along his length, making him shudder. “So desperate for me… you’d do anything, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, his body trembling as he rocks his hips against your foot, chasing anything you’ll give him.

Pathetic.

“Anything?” You smirk, pressing your foot down harder, making him gasp. “Then stay still.”

Izuku’s body goes rigid, his breath catching as he fights the urge to move, but his cock is already twitching, straining against his pants, and the way his body shakes under your touch?

Fucking disgusting.

“You’re such a fucking mess,” you hiss, dragging your foot back and watching as his hips twitch, chasing the friction. “So needy… so fucking pathetic.”

“P-Please…”

“Please?” You laugh, your foot tapping against his thigh, making him flinch. “What the fuck are you begging for, Izuku?”

“I-I…” His voice catches, and the way his face flushes, his eyes glassy and desperate as he looks up at you?

Pathetic.

“You want to cum?” You sneer, pressing your foot back against his cock, making him whimper.

“Y-Yes…” His voice is barely above a whisper, his body trembling as he nods frantically.

“Too bad.”

Izuku’s body jerks as you pull your foot away completely, his eyes widening with pure, broken desperation.

“W-What—”

“You think I’m going to reward you for breaking into my apartment?” You arch a brow, crossing your arms as you stare down at him with pure disgust.

“N-No… I-I—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Your tone is ice-cold, and the way his lips snap shut immediately?

Perfect.

“Get up.”

Izuku blinks, his body trembling as he looks up at you, his eyes wide and confused.

“W-What?”

“I said get up.” Your voice is sharp, your gaze dangerous as you step back, giving him just enough space to move.

Izuku scrambles to his feet, his body shaking, his eyes flickering toward the door like he knows exactly what’s coming next.

“Go home.”

“W-What?” His voice cracks, his eyes going impossibly wide, and the way his lip trembles as he stares at you?

Fucking pathetic.

“You heard me.” Your eyes narrow, your tone dripping with venom. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“B-But…” His voice breaks, his body trembling as tears well up in his eyes, his lip quivering as he stares at you with pure, broken desperation.

“Go.” You point toward the door, your expression cold, unyielding.

“I-I…” His voice catches, and the first tear slips down his cheek, his body shaking as he takes a hesitant step back.

“You can’t even follow orders properly, can you?” You sneer, watching as his body flinches like you slapped him. “Go.”

“Y-Yes… ma’am…” His voice is barely above a whisper, and the way his head drops, his shoulders slumping as he turns toward the door?

Pathetic.

But just as his hand touches the doorknob—

“Wait.”

Izuku freezes, his body going completely still, his breath catching as he turns, his eyes wide and desperate.

“Clean up your mess.”

When you told Izuku to clean up his mess, you weren’t talking about the knocked-over lamp or the scuff marks on your floor.

No.

You were talking about the pathetic, sticky stain soaking through the front of his pants.

Because even after everything—you barely touching him, humiliating him, degrading him—he still fucking came in his pants.

“Look at that,” you sneered, your gaze fixed on the obvious wet spot spreading across the fabric. “You couldn’t even hold it in. So fucking pathetic.”

Izuku’s face burned, his body trembling as he stared down at the evidence of his own failure, tears brimming in his eyes as shame flooded his features.

“I told you not to move.” You took a step closer, your tone dripping with cruelty as you tilted his chin up with the tip of your shoe. “And what did you do?”

“I-I…” His voice was barely a whisper, his lip quivering as he struggled to speak, his eyes glassy and pleading.

“You came in your fucking pants like a needy little slut.”

The sound that slipped from his lips was broken, his body trembling as he fought to hold back his sobs.

“Clean. It. Up.”

Izuku’s breath caught, his eyes flickering up to meet yours—wide, desperate, humiliated—but you didn’t give a fuck.

“Now.”

And he obeyed.

Izuku dropped to his knees, his body shaking as his hands fumbled with the front of his pants, his fingers trembling as he pressed his palm against the sticky stain, trying to rub it away.

But you didn’t stop there.

“Use your tongue.”

His head snapped up, his eyes going impossibly wide, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

“W-What?”

“You heard me.” Your voice was cold, unyielding, your expression nothing but disgust as you stared down at him. “You made the mess. Now clean it up.”

Izuku’s body shook as he stared up at you, his breath catching, but you didn’t miss the way his cock twitched despite how wrecked he was.

“Do it.”

And the worst part?

He did.

Izuku’s face was scarlet as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the tip of his finger, his tongue darting out to lick the mess he’d made of himself. His breath hitched, a broken whimper spilling from his lips as he humiliated himself even further, his body shaking as he lapped up every drop, his face burning with shame.

And you?

You just stood there, watching him with a cruel, satisfied smirk.

“Good boy,” you murmured, your tone dripping with mockery as he finished, his face flushed, his lips wet with the evidence of his own failure.

But he didn’t look up.

He couldn’t.

Not after that.

“Now get the fuck out.”

And when he stumbled toward the door, his head bowed, his body trembling, his face burning with shame?

You didn’t feel a single ounce of pity.

Because that’s exactly what he deserved.

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[noyasmashing]

Lia I know you have never written for Kuroo but imagine this, you’re laying on Kuroo’s lap in bed while he’s sitting up. He’s wearing the shortest shorts ever and you could peek at his inner thighs. You then start sucking at his thighs and not long after, sucking him off while he squirms and writhes. 🥰

Orrr he could be cuddling and you wrap your arms around his waist behind him, your hand slide down his cock and you just milk him dry, giving him orgasm after orgasm until he moans and whimpers due to overstimulation and he just dies 😩❤️

Mine to Tease ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Kuroo Tetsurō

₊⊹ CW: Sub!Kuroo, Gn!reader, bj, teasing, that’s about it tbh

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if:<18

₊⊹ A/N: ahhhh your killing me 😫 this definitely is not my best work but I cannot get this idea out of my head…

The evening had started so innocently. You were lying across Kuroo’s lap, scrolling lazily through your phone while he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair. He was sitting up against the headboard, long legs stretched out, and those damn shorts—the tiniest pair he owned—barely covered anything. The fabric had ridden up so high that you had a perfect view of his toned inner thighs, teasing you with every shift of his body.

You couldn’t help but glance up at him, noticing the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, his eyes flickering between his own phone and whatever thoughts were racing through his mind. But it was those thighs—taut, warm, begging for attention—that had your full focus.

“Something on your mind, baby?” His voice was casual, but that lazy smirk told you he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Hmm,” you hummed innocently, shifting slightly so your face was closer to his thighs, lips brushing just barely against the skin. “Not really.”

Kuroo’s hand paused mid-stroke through your hair, his breath hitching as he glanced down. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just getting comfortable,” you murmured, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to his inner thigh. His muscles tensed under your touch, and you swore you heard a faint curse under his breath.

“Comfortable, huh?” His voice had dropped an octave, trying to maintain that air of control he always wore so well. But when you dragged your tongue along the sensitive skin just a little higher, his grip on your hair tightened, and that control? Gone.

“Fuck…” His head fell back against the headboard, his breath shaky as your mouth worked its way up, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses, nips, and the occasional flick of your tongue that had him squirming beneath you.

“You’re so sensitive here, Tetsu,” you teased, lips brushing against the edge of his shorts. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Baby, you—” He was trying so hard to keep it together, but the way his legs shifted restlessly beneath you gave him away. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You slid his shorts up a little higher, exposing even more of that delicious skin, and sucked harder at the junction of his thigh. Kuroo whined—the sound barely audible but oh-so-sweet.

“Tetsu,” you cooed, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, “you’re so quiet. I thought you liked to talk.”

“Not when you’re—fuck.” His words caught in his throat as you finally took the next step, your mouth tracing higher, your hands pushing his shorts down just enough to free him. His cock was already achingly hard, twitching at just the anticipation of what was coming.

“Shit, baby,” he panted, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched you through half-lowered lashes. But the second your tongue dragged along his length, his composure shattered.

Kuroo was gone—hips lifting off the bed as his hands tangled in your hair, a mix of whines and curses pouring from his lips as you took him deeper. His cock twitched in your mouth as you worked him with that perfect rhythm, alternating between teasing licks and deep, hollowed sucks that had him writhing beneath you.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re too good at this,” he groaned, his head dropping forward so he could watch, his pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you between his thighs, looking so pretty while you ruined him. “I—shit, baby, I’m—”

But you didn’t let up. Not until his thighs were trembling beneath your hands, his body arching as he spilled into your mouth with a strangled moan.

When you finally pulled back, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, Kuroo was a mess—chest heaving, his head thrown back against the pillows as he tried to catch his breath.

“Y-You…” he rasped, blinking down at you with a dazed expression. “Where the hell did that come from?”

You grinned, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh—right where you’d left a pretty mark.

“Just wanted to get comfortable,” you murmured sweetly, tracing your fingers lazily along his still-twitching thighs.

“Comfortable, my ass,” Kuroo groaned, pulling you up so he could kiss you—deep, possessive, and still tasting himself on your tongue. “I’m so not done with you yet.

Welp, he’s ruined. And you? Smug as hell.