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[nicka-nell]

The Atsumu - pregnant reader fic was so sad but also sweet **cry**

Can you do Suna x pregnant reader also a bit angst but with a good end for both of them?

Maybe he jokes about reader because she gains weight and she tells him it's because she's pregnant?

TY!

Aaah I'm glad you liked it! 🥺 And sure let's do that. I think it's only a bit angst... But more the fear because of the readers weight because of the pregnancy. Anyway, I hope you like it. 😇💚

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Pregnancy confession going wrong

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x reader

Genre: a bit angst, fluff

Warning: mention of gaining weight (due to the pregnancy), mention of body shaming, I guess?

Words: 3.067

“Do ya really think this trend is a good idea? Don’t you think that goes too far?” Osamu asks his friend when Suna shows him a new TikTok video. A rather toxic trend and not funny in Osamu’s eyes. But you probably have to go through some trends and pranks, which Suna then uploads on his TikTok account anyway. You don’t seem to mind these short clips from time to time. 

Osamu had only once seen you a little angry at a trend where Suna had pretended to be flirting with another woman on the phone, and then hung up quickly when he noticed you were coming back into the room. Too bad you had his phone in your hand faster than he could hang up. You couldn’t hear anyone on the other line than Atsumu, who had changed his voice to a higher one. At that time, you were angry with Suna because you never liked such cheating trends and had told him from the beginning that you did not want to get pranked with these topics. This trend will probably not be different, but Suna is old enough… To stop him is not Osamu’s job, even if he is still skeptical about all this. 

“I’m just gonna tease her a little and then clarify everything. There’s nothing wrong with it. I mean, have you looked at the reactions of all the girls? There are some hilarious ones. I think hers will be funny too, but not as exaggerated as the reactions of all the women on the Internet. I mean, she knows that she has a great figure. Maybe she’ll see right through it.” Says Suna, as he takes his cell phone out of Osamu’s hands and looks through the apartment, to find a spot where he can best place the cell phone so that he can film you, without you noticing anything. 

Carefully he places it on your wall shelf, pushes the flower vase filled with fresh flowers slightly in front of it so that the mobile phone is mostly covered, and presses the recording button, knowing exactly that you should come every minute, because you just wanted to get the mail out of the mailbox. 

“Yeah, well, there were some funny girls… But also many where the women have reacted heavily. Don’t ya worry about her getting sad?” Leaning against the wall, Osamu watches his friend, who’s standing in every corner of the room, to see if the camera is really not visible from any point. 

“Nah, as I said, I rather think that she will get upset for a few seconds, will have this sweet pout on her face and then punch me with the sofa cushion and start laughing when I tell her it was all just a prank. Or she sees right through it. So, don’t worry-”

“Today there was no post in the mailbox, only once again advertising.” You call from the hallway into the apartment, hang up your jacket as Suna presses his index finger to his lips. Osamu just nods, has understood that from now on he should probably say nothing. Why is he here again? He wanted to be back home after your cinema visit. Osamu definitely does not want to be drawn into this prank, because it is mean and tactless in his eyes. He hopes so much that you take all this easy and just laugh about it. 

With a big smile, you come into the living room, see the two men as they make themselves comfortable on the couch, and sit down in the armchair next to them. 

“The movie was really not bad, or what do you think?” You say something out of breath, as if you ran the way from the cinema to home. Just as Osamu wants to answer you, Suna cuts off his words, puts his hand on your thigh with a loving smile, before he caresses it and looks into your eyes. 

“Hey babe, can you get Osamu something to drink? A glass of water would be good.” Actually, he could get up himself, but for his plan he has to work ahead and hope that you react exactly as he imagines it.

You still breathe faster than usual when you look at the door into the kitchen, then back to Suna. “Yeah, I’ll do that in a second. Just let me rest, okay? I just need a break.” 

Jackpot. You couldn’t have given him a better answer for his plan. Almost as if you both had scripted the conversation. Suna has to resist a smug grin when he gives a fake sigh and lets himself fall back onto the sofa. 

“Is that your excuse for everything lately? I just need a break? And then you wait until I do it?”

Confused, you look at him. His loving look is blown away. Only two narrow slits look at you, almost pierce you. Osamu also looks at Suna in awe. It almost seems as if he wants to say something, but does not know exactly what. 

“What exactly do you mean, Rin?” You ask him with a strange feeling in your stomach. Something seems different from usual.

“Well, lately you always come to me with the, I just need to rest for a moment, excuse then you forget it and I do it myself. You got kind of lazy... I think, so please don’t get me wrong, but it also looks like you might do something more for your body…” 

Now that he said it, it doesn’t sound quite as funny as in the videos. Actually, it sounds really mean. Maybe he should clarify it directly and not wait until you show your reaction. Inconspicuously, he glances over to his mobile phone before he looks again into your big glassy eyes. Okay, it was really stupid of him. 

“Hey babe w-”

“No, no Rintarou, I get it. I gained weight and I’m lazy lately. Fine, but you know, I really don’t want to talk to you now. So if you’ll excuse me.”

Even before your tears can fall down your cheeks on your lap, you stand up, turn around and run into the bathroom. Yes, okay, you’ve been out of breath more and more recently, have also gained some weight, but that had a very specific reason. But the way Suna just looked at you, derogatory, as if you’re no longer enough for him, as if you’ve become too fat for him and should change that quickly, that has hurt you so much. And then he says something that is tactless in front of Osamu. This is just embarrassing. You’re so uncomfortable with this. The way Suna looked at you... You don’t dare tell him why you put on weight. You are too afraid that he will only look at you disgusted when you will soon gain even more weight. Sniffing, you reach for the toilet paper, wipe away your tears, hear the two men in the living room no more, as you sit on the floor in front of the locked door, legs pulled to your chest. 

“Ah damn it.” Suna curses, who got up and breaks up the video on his camera.

“I told you this was a stupid idea.” Osamu instructs him, gets up and walks towards the bathroom door, followed by Suna. 

“Yeah, I noticed that when I said it… Hey, doll, please open the door. That was just a -” When Suna knocks on the door, your loud words quickly interrupted him. 

“Rintarou, go away! I - Leave me alone! Go! Get out of here!” Repeating yourself, you don’t give him the chance to say another word until it’s quiet. You can’t hear your boyfriend’s voice from the other side.

Suna has stepped away from the door, or rather, Osamu had pushed him away from it, whispering to him he should now be quiet and not talk, when Osamu clears his throat loudly before knocking on the door and pronouncing your name. 

“Osamu? What do you want?” Your voice is much calmer, yet sad and different from usual. 

“Are you all right? So, well, I mean, Suna’s words really have hurt ya. I thought -” 

“Is Rintarou still here?” You interrupt him softly.

Both men look at each other, as Suna shakes his head, wants to tell Osamu that he should lie, tell you that Suna went out of the apartment. He doesn’t have a clear conscience about lying to you, but you probably won’t get out otherwise. Don’t give him the chance to clear up this stupid misunderstanding. 

“No, he left the apartment when ya told him to go out. He wanted to get some fresh air… do you wanna talk? What’s wrong?”

You had just spoken to him, but now you are silent. Was his answer too unconvincing? You probably didn’t buy it from him that Suna left. What should he do to make you talk, he asks himself when he hears your voice again. Hesitant and somehow anxious. 

“He’s really not there anymore?” 

“No, he’s gone now.” 

“Can you promise me to keep what I tell you for yourself?” Again, the two men look at each other. This time Suna has no calm, indifferent expression in his eyes. He seems tense, almost as if he is worried that you want to tell Osamu that something about your relationship is no longer working. Maybe he’s gone too far with all the videos lately. What if you want to break up with him? 

“Yeah, I promise you.” 

“I, I have not become lazy and fat. That, well, that has other reasons why I’m like that right now.”

“That’s.. You’re not lazy and fat. But if you think something is wrong with yer body…would you like to tell what’s wrong?” He answers you tensely, just as tense as Suna, who stands next to the door, listens to your voice and becomes restless. His chest feels heavy, weird, and somehow he’s sick. He really went to fare with it. But why do you believe his words when they clearly were nonsense?

“Promise me, will you?”

“Yeah, as I said, I promise I won’t tell him.” 

“I… I’m pregnant. The gynecologist confirmed my pregnancy two weeks ago… I just don’t know how to tell Rin.” 

These were some huge news. Osamu can’t believe what you just said. His gaze wanders to his friend, who looks with big eyes, open mouth at the door, where your voice came out. Osamu know’s it’s a matter of time when Suna will get a little freak-out. It would just be normal to be happy, sad or whatever.

“Babe, open the door.” Suddenly, Suna’s voice sounds through the locked door. He jumped away from the wall, pushed Osamu from the door and now stands in front of it, his hand on the doorknob, the head on the cold wood. His heart beats incredibly fast and if you don’t open the door right away, he’s sure he’ll kick it open. 

“Rintarou? I thought you were-” 

“Please open the door!” He repeats emphatically, wants you to finally open the door. You’re pregnant? There’s his, your baby in your belly? Why didn’t you tell him before when you’ve known for two weeks? So many questions go through his head, while he still stands in front of a closed door. 

“Go…” 

“No, please open the door. What I said was a dumb, terrible, a really stupid prank I saw on TikTok. I didn’t mean that. So please open the door. What do you mean, you’re pregnant?” 

You hear the fear in Suna’s voice on the other side of the door. Is he afraid you’re serious about the pregnancy? Or did he just notice that he hurt you with his words? And what kind of TikTok trend is he talking about now? Even if that was a trend, he really thought that’s funny?

“If you don’t open the door now, I’ll kick it in. Please talk to me…” 

Still, you are swallowed in your thoughts, have placed your chin between your knees when you feel the door vibrating on your back. Only now do you realize that Suna is pushing all his weight against the door again and again. You hear Osamu how he tries to stop Suna in vain. Slightly shaky on your legs you move away from the door, tell Suna that he should stop and that you will open it. 

As soon as you have spoken your words, the door stops shaking. Suna hears the key turn inside the lock, as the door opens a gap wide before your reddened eyes look up at him. Carefully, and slowly, in order not to accidentally injure you, he shifts the door open before stepping into the bathroom and pulling you away from it to take you in his arms. 

“Sorry about what I said earlier. That was stupid.” He states, put his head on your shoulder and caress your back. With his warm hug, you feel more comfortable. You know that his apology was serious, because actually Suna rarely apologizes. Only if he did something wrong. 

“So is it not true that you find me too fat, too lazy?” You ask to play it safe, even if you already know the answer. Sighing, Suna raises his head, loosens your embrace so that his hands only touch your arms, move up to your shoulders and neck, come to a halt on your cheeks and pull your face slightly up so you look at him. Barely visible, he smiles at you, wanders with his eyes from yours to your nose, before he gives you a kiss and shakes his head. 

“No, no, you’re perfect. My sexy doll. You are beautiful, and really not lazy. Like I said, that was really such a stupid prank.”  

Relief is visible in your gaze. Now that Suna has spoken the words, you feel safe. At least for a brief moment, a smile spreads over your lips. For a moment, you forget that you told him a few minutes ago that you were pregnant. Or rather Osamu, who had lied to you when he said Suna was no longer in the apartment. 

“And now to you… Is that true? Are you really pregnant?” Suna’s voice is unlike before calm, deep and clear in your ears as his fingertips leave your skin, gently lie down on your stomach. He doesn’t feel a bump yet, so if you’re pregnant you can’t be pregnant for too long. Also, he doesn’t think you lied to him. You two have sex a lot. You use a diaphragm as contraceptive, because you didn’t want to take contraceptives that could affect your hormones, which Suna thinks is better too. Of the other contraceptives, this was the most pleasant for you. Although it’s not the safest, you both knew that. But you’re old enough, were of the opinion that if you were to get pregnant, you both could handle it. You have a big apartment, been together for a long time and both have well-paid jobs. And lately, everything is going so well between you two. 

He had already played a few times with the thought of what it would be like if, in this togetherness that you have, there’s suddenly a third little person. He could really imagine what you would look like, with a little baby in your arms, reading your child a bedtime story while he would watch you both from the bedroom door. But he would never be the one who really addressed the topic of children. After all, you have to spend nine months running around with a baby in your stomach, giving birth to it, and so much more. If anyone should decide when to plan, it’s you. 

“Yeah, the doctor said two weeks ago that I was three weeks pregnant. So now, at the fifth week of pregnancy.” You murmur softly, put your hands on Sunas, which still cling to your stomach, and look up at him again. His eyes are fixed on your stomach, on your hands, which lie down protectively in front of the still unborn baby. 

“Are you angry? You know, about the pregnancy.” You ask carefully, look at his gaze as he almost sadly smiles at your question, shakes his head and reaches for your hands. With a slight jerk, he pulls you towards him, takes you back in his arms before he answers quietly. 

“No, no. How could I be mad? That is good news. That’s… I’m really so happy.” His joyful voice warms your heart. How gently he touches you for fear of hurting you or the baby makes you melt away. All these short sweet kisses that he gives you over and over again on the lips, while he tells you that he is happy about this news, make you overjoyed. All the fear, worry that he might say he’s not ready for a child yet is blown away. Because, to be honest, you didn’t expect him to be so happy. Yet it almost sounds as if he has been thinking about children for a long time. 

“We can do this, doll. I’m proud of you. And I’m gonna find every pound you weigh more, kiss it and tell it that each pound is sexy on you, too. Because you’re my hot chick, right?”

He says and looks at you with his crooked smile, a smile that others would call arrogant, but you know exactly that he means it lovingly. You can’t help but giggle, punch him in the chest before you put your head on the spot where your fists were before. 

“You’re an idiot Rin…” You laugh, listen to his quiet “Still your idiot” as two more arms suddenly lie around you and Suna. 

Both of you look to the side irritated, see a stupidly grinning Osamu who has joined your hug. 

“Look at this, my best buddy and his cute little mouse are having a baby and I even knew it before the father got the news. That’s a thing. Congrats you two TikTok-junkies.” 

“Idiot, I was standing next to you when she said it, so I know it just as long as you did.”

“Ehhh nah, I was closer to the door.”  

“You’re insane.” 

They both quarrel and you can't but laugh about the situation in front of you. A beautiful, loud laugh that silences the boys for a second, before the two smile crookedly and join your laughter.

[savagegood]

[tonycries]

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Synopsis. You know it’s wrong to fuck your best friend. But how can you complain when you’re slammed against the library desk and stuffed full of his big cock like this?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, panties in your mouth (+ some other very heinous things), really fucking dirty, public sex, jealous sex (from his side), pet names (my angel), swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. My ancestors are prolly so proud of me rn. Art by @_3em on X.

“Best friend” his ass. 

It’s laughable really - the way those other losers think they have a chance with you when you’re begging for his dick every night. 

He’s known you since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - and right now he’s got you sitting prettily on his lap in a study room tucked on the campus library. Your needy mewls are muffled into the crook of his neck as he holds you steady by your hips, the length of his achingly hard cock nudging the line of your ass. 

Panties hastily pulled to the side, your slick pools on his flushed tip, dripping along his length to his tight balls. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your racing pulse, he drags his hefty erection teasingly along your dripping folds. 

God, he could feel the way your pussy was clenching desperately around nothing and it was driving him insane. 

Surely that study buddy of yours could wait a few minutes. Who did that scrub even think he was? Eyeing his pretty lil’ best friend like that.

“Hngh- please, I want-.” you whisper into his ear, the heat of your breath sending blood rushing straight to his already rock-hard cock. Your needy whimpers are cut off as he subconsciously thrusts in-between your swollen folds, juices making the prominent veins along his length glisten.

Fuck, this was getting too much for him too. 

“Tell me what you want, my angel.” he leans down to murmur raspily in your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps down your spine. You were so fucking hot. 

That scrub couldn’t even imagine this. How perfect you were. How wet you were for him. How lustful your voice is as you sinfully whine, “I want your cock in me so badly. Want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”

With lightning speed, he’s got you bent against the cold surface of the library desk, painfully hard cock throbbing under the thin material of your panties. You gasp as his length grinds against your quivering cunt.

Having you splayed out so sinfully for him, he’s never been more thankful that the old librarian was such a heavy sleeper - probably wouldn’t wake up for a stampede of elephants if it happened. 

“This shit is getting in my fucking way.” he groans out as a large hand grabs your soaked panties. 

A sharp rip! of fabric sounds throughout the still air of the study room. “Much better.” he grins dangerously, harshly groping every inch of skin now laid completely bare for him.

“Please. Put it in.” you mewl, voice dripping with need for him. Fuck, he’ll never get used to this. 

“Shhh, my angel.” with a low hiss, he bullies his thick cock into your dripping cunt.

“God. S’tight, so tight. Pussy so desperate for me hah- sucking me back in. She doesn’t want me to leave, huh?” he grits out through strangled moans as he sheaths himself completely into your wet pussy. Shit, at this point they’ll hear him and not you.

Warm walls squeezing him to insanity, he fucks you at a feral pace, pulling out till his tip teases your dripping entrance, only to ram himself fully inside once more. 

“Ah! Hngh- It’s too much. Please!” 

He would never get to know the feeling of your snug cunt desperately sucking his cock back in every time he rams into you. He would never get to feel the way your walls clamp down on him, struggling to adjust to the burning stretch of his thick cock. He could never make you feel this good.

That loser probably has a small dick anyway.

He drinks in the pornographic ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth at each harsh thrust, feeling intoxicated off the animalistic cadence of his hips, and the thick white ring of slick forming at his base. 

“Shit. Always so good f’me, my angel.” he groans, your pretty moans only making him thrust impossibly deeper in a way that has you scrambling to hold onto the table for support. 

His throaty groans and the merciless slapping of his heavy balls against your ass echoes across the room as his fingers dig deep purple marks into your hips.

“S-someone’s gonna hah- hear-” 

“Then we must be quiet, hm?”

Before you have a chance to process what’s happening, the wet panties that were tightly gripped in his hand are now stuffed into your mouth. You moan around the large fingers forcing themselves inside, cold rings stretching your mouth as much as your cunt.

His cock twitches as he forces you to taste yourself, feeling you getting impossibly wetter. That’s his girl. 

He could never fuck you like this. 

Moans now muffled by the fabric in your mouth, his saliva-coated fingers move down to draw rough circles on your clit - making you yelp at the stimulation. 

He knows someone could walk in at any moment - and a part of him actually wants it to happen. Let them see, he thinks. At least then those fuckers would finally take a hint.

A soft whine of his name snaps him out of his pussy-drunk thoughts, blown-out eyes now meeting your dazed ones as you lock eyes with him over your shoulder. Lipstick smeared, tears clinging to your lashes, and panties half-hanging out of your kiss-bitten lips.

Ah, actually scratch that - he’s gonna keep his pretty lil’ best friend all to himself.

“Shhh, my angel. I’ve got you.” he towers over you, pressing a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine before angling your neck to attach his lips with yours. He delights in your surprised squeal, clearly not expecting him to kiss you with your panties still in your mouth. But for you, he’d do anything.

Cock twitching, your feet almost lift off the ground as the rhythm of his hips gets harsher. He intertwines his tongue with yours, sweet slick-soaked panties wrapped in the middle. Fuck, he was going insane at the contrast of your soft tongue with the lacy fabric of your panties, hand around your neck getting tighter.

You moan incoherently as he sucks on your tongue, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth and onto the polished library desk. 

It was so fucking lewd. Doesn’t matter how many losers swarm around you - none of them deserved you. None of them could fuck you like this.

Your sounds of pleasure get more and more frantic as his cock still slams inside you relentlessly, ringed-fingers continuing their abuse on your clit - getting closer and closer to what you crave.

He can feel the way your walls flutter so snugly around him. God, he’s so fucking turned on that he doesn’t know whether the heartbeat he feels between his legs is his or yours.

Neither of you have to wait long. His tongue still continues its dance with yours, around your soaked panties, as you both cum with a muffled moan. 

Your pussy clenches around him as you climax him as if to milk his cock for all he’s worth. And you do, thick ropes of his hot cum painting your pulsing hole white. 

Riding out both your highs, he fucks his cum into you animalistically - feet lifting off the floor at his firm grip on your waist and the sheer power of his rough thrusts.

So messy. Damn, he has to send the librarian an apology gift later - a fruit basket or something, he wonders, barely lucidly. 

His mind is still foggy as he pulls his sensitive cock out, and pockets your panties for a lonely night without his dear best friend. Promptly plugging his fingers in your quivering pussy, cum smearing on his fingers, he mutters out a quick “Keep it inside.”

Walking out of the heavy, sex-filled atmosphere of the study room, he bumps into that fucking study buddy of yours - running late and clearly surprised to see him there.

With a slow smirk, “Sorry in advance, my girl made a bit of a mess in there. Hope you don’t mind.”

Hey, this is what best friends are for, right?

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, SUNA, Oikawa, Kuroo, EREN, Armin

A/N. Teehee *blushes like a slut*

Longfic Sunday incoming if I manage to write 6k words by tomorrow.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[sinfulpanda16]

He loves it when you sit on his back when he's doing pushups.

This almost never happens but when it does, he loves how it makes him feel like he's the strongest man for you. You're sitting on his back looking all cute and pretty counting his reps for him and although his diligence to going all the way down and pushing himself back up is causing him sweat he can't help but smile when he hears you giggling up there.

When he's done he'd give you a gentle kiss, "Thank you baby." and will probably want to keep you around to show off his muscles and strength some more. "Wanna help me with the rest of my workouts?" he asks smirking.

"Yes" you respond with a cute smile.

He picks you up and sits you on a counter nearby. He gives you another gentle kiss "Just keep being my cute cheerleader." he orders with a smirk.

Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kunigami Rensuke, Reo Mikage, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Gojo Saturou, Fushiguro Toji, Eren Yeager, Kyo Sohma, Ryo Kurokiba, Draken

[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

[aestosia]

ur fav + filming ..! >_<

“such a pretty pussy..” he mumbles, lowering the camera in attempts to get a good angle of your glistening hole. a soft moan escapes your lustful lips as he toys with your sensitive exposed bud.

“feels so good baby.” you whimper, heat building up in your stomach as he slowly stimulates your nether regions. “it’s so soft in here,” he says, sticking his long fingers in and out of your velvety walls. “have a feel.” he states, before you can even get a word out he guides your hand to your heat emitting core.

“try putting a finger in.” he instructs. you do so, letting out a low groan as you feel your fingers easily slide into your cunt. “feels good, right baby?” he asks in a husky low voice. he inches his hand between your legs, spreading your puffy lips apart. “it’s so fucking beautiful, wanna show you off..” he says seductively, showing the camera your exposed pussy.

“t’s embarrassing..” you cry, covering your blushing face with your hands. “why baby?” he questions, “it’s so pretty, i want everyone to know it’s all mine.” he announces, his possessive tone giving you an excited feeling in your stomach. “it’s so wet for me.” he states, proceeding to stimulate your clit again.

“i wanna put it in..” he says in a needy voice “you can, i want you so bad.” you moan. “god.. you really know how to turn me on.” he says, feeling his bulge strain against his pants. “wanna give you my full attention.” he says softly, throwing his phone onto the unmade bed.

“been waiting all day to have you..” he snarls aligning his freed cock to your entrance.

GOJO, geto, CHOSO, TOJI, ATSUMU, kageyama, ushijima, tsukishima, kenma

[nkogneatho]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍

—cw: fem!reader, edging, overstim, spitting.

Men who have their arms locked on your thighs, making sure your pussy is easily accessible to their tongue. they don't start right away, but gaze at it. your heat melting in juices, flowing and staining the sheet underneath. they breathe over it, to tease it even more and she flutters in need. warm air grazing the skin enough to make it squirm but not enough to chase that high.

To make it more wet, more messy, they gather the saliva in their mouth before spitting on it, watching the translucent drop trail down and fusing with your juices. A wide smile appears on their face when they realize the effect it has on you, making your face heat up and your thighs squirm in his arms. but they're locked up. he's got it locked up so he could enjoy this pretty movie without any intermissions.

When they finally decide to give you the sweet satisfaction of having their tongue lap on your pussy, it comes with a price. There's no way you could win in anything when it comes to them. It's either craving their touch, or begging them to stop from the overstimulation. They are mean. They don't stick to a single pace. Instead, they start out slow, savouring all your heat on their tongue, then get fast making you a moaning mess and you scream—beg for them to keep going. you're close. but they change it back to being slow, depriving your pussy of it's climax. you cry and cry and cry. but they're doing this for you because,

when they actually give you the satisfaction—after what it feels like hours—you are gripping his hair, pushing him further in your pussy and jerking your hips forward at the same time. fuck does it feel so good. you're crying, moaning and screaming their name at the same time in multiple repetitions that has their dick jump up and slap against their abs and spluttered cum on it. shit. am i ruining her or is she ruining me?

[emmyrosee]

“Baby, I promise I was kidding.”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Rintaro.”

“‘Rintaro?’ Baby, it was a joke! If I knew it would actually make you upset, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Your eyes are watery and pouty when you look at him, and he blinks down at you expectantly. Then you huff, “of course I’m upset! It’s a sign of disrespect.”

Rintaro groans and squats down in front of you, head moving back and forth to keep his eyes locked on yours as you try to move your own gaze, “baby, I swear, I didn’t mean it, I thought it would make you laugh.”

He never thought hitting your Pompurin plush would have you in such shambles. You’ve been ignoring him all ride with a small grimace on your lips, playing with Pompurin’s arms and tiny feet, sometimes answering questions about what’s on the tag. You’re deadset on ignoring him. It’s destroying him.

With a small sigh, he leans up to try and plant a kiss to your lips, despite the fact that the last thing he’d think you’d want is a kiss. It’s something he knows you adore, though, he hopes you see through your anger to see him.

You do pout out slightly to try and chase his lips, and it fills him with relief.

“It was pretend, baby,” he mumbles, trying to convince you. “I’d never mean to hit him, I was pretending to be mad that he’d take you away from me.”

Well. It was only half pretend.

But you don’t need to know that.

You gently twist pompurin’s ears in your fingers, shrugging and shaking your face from his hands slightly. “You hurt my feelings Rin.”

Once again, he grabs your chin, leaning up to press another kiss to your lips. “I know, baby. I thought it’d be funny.”

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m so sorry-“

“Not to me,” you grumble. “To him!” You hold up the new pompurin plush, and Rintaro tucks his lips in his mouth to hide the annoyed sigh that wants to slip out.

Annoyed, albeit still endeared.

Green eyes hyper fixate on the doey eyes of pompurin, smacking his lips and nodding in respect. “I’m sorry, Pompurin. I never should’ve hit you. And I hope you’ll consider forgiving me and taking care of them while I’m at practice.”

In his peripheral, he sees you smile, your fingers shifting to move pompurin’s head to nod.

“Thank you for apologizing,” you say as you lower the new plush animal. “I love you.”

He smirks and leans forward one final time to kiss you, and you giggle in the kiss and toss your arms around his neck.

If he could guarantee you’d always be this affectionate after, he’d playfully smack all your stuffed animals.

[sir-kuroo]

𖦹 f!reader, just rough unprotected sex

HE HURT HIMSELF while playing volleyball again and just like the usual, you kissed his wound before keeping the medicine kit. "This hurts too," he whined and you gulped when he brought your hand over the huge bulge of his gray sweatpants, dragging it along his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down. Your eyes widened as his erect cock popped upright. Your tongue reflexively moistened your lips at the delicious sight of it.

"Would you give it a kiss too?" He whispered under a sleazy grin.

"Which lips do you want?" You breathed out and you surely saw him get a tad bigger.

He ran his curled finger over your lips and you anticipated sucking it, but he pulled away.

"Is this one ready?" He asked while the tip of his fingers rubbed your pussy over your panties like he's squeezing the juice out of you. "Fuck..." He hissed, seeing how quickly he made you feel aroused. "Just the sight of my cock and you're this wet."

"P-Please..." You begged as you rolled your hips against his touch.

He groaned in return unable to hold back any longer. Positioning yourself over his lap, he set aside your panties and aligned his cock on your entrance. Without hesitations, he pushed his hips upwards, penetrating you deep.

You moaned and he grunted. He didn't bother taking it slow and he slammed with endless speed, making you wrap your arms around his strong body. "W-Wait! Wait! I can't...take it!" You pleaded but he didn't budge, instead he got both of his palms on the surface of the bed, pushing himself up and down against you and showing you who's in control. You felt your inside heating up as his dick felt like tearing you apart yet it felt so good you're about to lose your mind. Your head swung back not bearing the intensity and soon, you let go of your hold of him, your back falling in bed. He hovered you, not letting go. With such force, he rammed into you finishing himself. You convulsed, cumming hard around him at the same time.

You both caught your breaths and he placed gentle kisses on your temple. "Does this hurt?" He asked, tenderly touching your pussy. "Do I have to give it a kiss?" He whispered and you knew you couldn't stop him. Your head started spiraling when he sucked you in, bringing you back in bliss again probably for the entire night.

—♡ kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, atsumu, lev, osamu, iwaizumi, ushijima, terushima, daichi, hirugami

[nicka-nell]

Hello ≧◠‿◠≦✌May I request some HCs for the haikyuu boys how they handle questions about y/n and their relationship in interviews? Do they talk openly about their relationship... for Oikawa, Atsumu, Sakusa and the boys you like? Thankii（っ＾▿＾）♥

hi :)) sure we can do that. I made it for the 3 guys and two other hq guys (Toshi and Bo) I hope you enjoy it :))

Would they talk about their relationship or you with reporters

(Ushijima Wakatoshi | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Miya Atsumu | Oikawa Tooru | Bokuto Koutarou)

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He likes it that you support him, but he would not like to bring you actively in front of the camera. It is important to him to keep his love life private. After all, he is successful because of his career and not because of your relationship. 

It’s not that he doesn’t love you, he just wants you to continue enjoying the freedoms he doesn’t have anymore. Walk out the door without camcorders. Just spend an evening with your friends without being photographed by paparazzi. 

However, if you want to make your relationship popular, or if paparazzi photographed you in a restaurant, he would give an honest answer when asked if you are his girlfriend. And when you say it’s time to stand in front of the camera, then only close to him, right by his side while he puts a protective hand around your waist. Because he wants everyone to understand that you belong to him. But if you ever have children, he will certainly not put them in front of the camera. Because they should lead a normal life. 

For interview questions, he answers smaller questions about you as long as they do not become too private. 

“Ushijima-san, people recently saw you with a young lady in a jewelry store. Was that your girlfriend? Do we hear wedding bells soon?” 

“There must be a misunderstanding. This young woman is a friend of ours. She picked a gift for my girlfriend with me.”

“An engagement ring?”

“I will not answer that question.”

Ushijima answers while clearing his throat, but keeps his monotonous expression. 

“Sure, of course. Why is it so important to you that she does not come in front of the camera?” 

“If she wants to be in front of the cameras, then she can come in front of them. That is her decision. I don’t want to force her to do that. Not everyone wants a life with all these unnecessary questions and answers. For example, I don’t understand why the world is interested in our relationship. Then there is a face to the name that is already circulating in the media, and then? I also don’t care what you had for breakfast today.”

“Eh uhm uh yeah. Well, but people are curious how the partner of a pro volleyball player looks like.” 

“Beautiful.” 

He answers without hesitation and it almost looks as if he is smiling at this one word, as if he just has to think about you. 

“Someone’s talking from his heart here, huh?” 

“No, actually, I’m talking with my mouth.”  

“Uh, I mean that’s a phrase, Ushijima-san. That’s what you say when someone not only expresses their feelings but also really feels and shows them.” 

“Oh? Yes, you’re right. She is beautiful. Simply indescribable.” 

Like Ushijima, Sakusa doesn’t want to make his relationship with you public. However, he makes sure that the relationship remains covered. He does not want to give the press even more speech, not even more food for their pages. He himself does not like to give these interviews, or not be able to move so freely because everywhere people lurk, who could ask for photos or autographs. Even if you could handle it better, he doesn’t want to, since your relationship is really only between you two. 

Few people know about you. They only saw you by chance, when Sakusa was at the extra training hours and had trained into the night. He had told you not to come, but you still drove to the training hall and had made the boys a few sandwiches and brought them over. Only Meian, Atsumu and Hinata know about you. Amazingly, neither Hinata nor Atsumu have revealed anything about you. 

He answers questions about his relationship only when he really wants to. And even then, he is not exactly clear with his answers. 

“They say your girlfriend is pretty, so why don’t you want to show her, Sakusa-san?”

“Shouldn’t every man find his partner pretty?” 

“True, yes. But don’t you think it’s time to take her to events like this?”

“And then what? As a down-to-earth, normal woman, should she respond to questions from a moderator who should actually ask questions about volleyball, but now asks private questions?” 

Sakusa answers him, visibly annoyed, and frowns. 

“My, oh my, please understand us Sakusa-san. Your fans just want to know who the lucky woman is who’s by your side. Don’t you want her to enjoy the victory together after a game?” 

“We do that.” 

“So she’s at games? Or do you celebrate afterwards with her and the team? ” 

“No comment.” 

“Come on, just give us a little hint.”

“If no more sports questions come up, I will go now.”

“Just one more question. If she wanted to step in front of the camera, would you allow it?” 

“This has nothing to do with allowing. If that’s what she wants, that’s her decision. But I hope she doesn’t want it. I enjoy just spending time with her and ignoring all that stress. She is too precious to make a medium's face out of her. If she’s happy, if she’s smiling, I don’t want to share that soothing smile.”

Atsumu likes to talk about you, you might think he’s directing the conversation in your direction on purpose, away from volleyball. When he talks about you, he has so many little hearts in his eyes. Surprisingly, no one has ever seen the face of the woman who turned Atsumu’s head like that. Not because he doesn’t want to show you. God, he would love nothing more than that. Seeing you standing next to him, hugging and kissing you every time after the game. Show the entire world how happy he is. 

But you told him that you don’t want this right now. Still not sure if you feel comfortable in front of cameras. And even if it is difficult for him, he accepts that. 

Nevertheless, his teammates know about you. They also know you personally. And even if you don’t want to be in front of the cameras yet, Atsumu goes out with you with a cap, mask and sunglasses, does a lot with you or hangs out with you and his brother in the Onigiri shop. He sees all this very relaxed.

During interviews, he is always looking forward to a question about you. 

“Another victory for your team. Will you celebrate the victory with your girlfriend, Atsumu-san?”

“Oh, for sure I will! With her and the boys!”

“When are we going to meet her?” 

“Eh, don’t know. But I think it won’t be long. But for the record, she’s my girl.” 

“Oho, someone smiles proudly here, huh? Aren’t you afraid that as soon as her face is known, she might be seen as attractive by other players who then snatch her away?” 

“Shit, of course they’ll find her hot. She is fuckin’ sexy. Yeah, ya know, when I come from training and she is there in the kitchen only with my jersey, oh damn, I wonder if I really do not dream. But nah, I’m not afraid.” 

“No? According to this description, she seems to be incredibly pretty.” 

“Once again, so she is. But we’ve known each other for so long. We’ve been through a lot. No matter how nasty some moments were, how sad, she was always with me. She’s my biggest fan, my biggest support. And when I wake up in the morning, because she drives through my hair with her fingertips, wakes me up with her sweet smile and the quiet, Tsumu the food is ready, then I know it’s her. The girl of my dreams. She’s my significant other. And I know she thinks the same about me. We are partners, best friends, lovers, all in one. If there were soul mates, we’d probably be.” 

In his words, he no longer looks at the reporter, but looks out into the distance, as if he remembers a beautiful moment with you, as he giggles. 

“Yes damn, I love everything about her, even her ice-cold feet that she always clamps between my thighs at night to warm them up. Damn, I really fell hard for my girl, right?” 

Oikawa has already made your relationship popular, before you know about it yourself. During an interview, he was once asked what he thinks after such a victory, what makes him happy. And even though he certainly thought “of course the sad faces of the opponents” he said that he is happy with his team after the victory point and also that your face, your broad smile appears before his eyes. Directly he was asked if you were his girlfriend and he said yes. 

Were you mad at him that the entire world before you knew about your relationship? Yes. Did you ignore him for a week because you were mad? Oh, hell yes. 

But you two have been a happy couple for a long time now. Oikawa often posts pictures of you both on his social media channels with the words “Mi sol” (my sun). He loves to show the whole world how happy you are that you belong to him. And after all these years, you don’t mind about fame anymore. You’re good with the cameras. 

But if a situation becomes uncomfortable for you, Oikawa is the first to bring the questions and also the attention to himself, standing protective in front of you. Because no matter how much he wants to show people how great you,Oikawa’s girlfriend, are, if you feel uncomfortable then it goes too far. 

In interviews, he likes to answer questions about you, but quickly becomes impatient if the questions are only about you, no longer revolving around him and his performance. 

“Oikawa-san, the game today was a genuine success! Was there a motivational speech before the game?” 

“That was a great game! I really motivated the guys, and the delicious sandwiches from my sugar-sweet fiancé have probably also contributed to this.” 

“Your fiancé, yes? Oh, soon it’s the day, right? What are you most looking forward to at your wedding?” 

What a stupid question, Oikawa thinks as he thinks of the day that will take place in a few weeks. Your wedding. He grins broadly, scratches the back of his head and looks into the camera. 

“What am I most looking forward to? To my beautiful, sweet, and lovely bride, of course. I can’t wait to see her in a charming wedding dress as she steps in front of the altar and says yes to me. When she becomes my Misses Oikawa. This will be incredibly nice! And don’t worry, I’ll upload photos of the wedding to my account.” 

“Ah, that sounds great! Do you think she’s nervous? Have you seen her dress yet? Or does she want to keep it a secret until the wedding?” 

More and more, he’s asking about you and the relationship. The pouting in Oikawa’s face gets bigger. 

“Hey enough about us now. You’ll get more information after the wedding.”

“Ah sorry, sorry. I guess I got carried away. Don’t you worry that your female fans won’t cheer you on after the wedding?” 

“Oh lordy, no. They should be happy for me if they are my fans. Right? I think they will be supportive. But enough of that. Did you see how I got the last five points only with my serve?” 

Bokuto would like to pull you in front of the camera next to him, press and hug you, take you in his arms after each game and celebrate with you. Not because he wants to show the world your face, but because he just wants to share the moment with you. Bokuto is not someone who tries to force you to show off, to have to keep up with all the other comrades and to compete with who has the biggest, smallest or best girlfriend. For him, you are perfect and he doesn’t care what others say. He just wants to share every single moment with you. That’s so important to him. 

But he still tries his best to leave the relationship behind the cameras for you, even if it makes him sad that he can only really celebrate with you a few hours after his victory. But you asked him to. He can leave all the hustle and bustle around him for himself for now. Yet you don’t expect any paparazzi to follow you just to get any information. It’s more that you still don’t want to see your face on the TV right now. 

Bokuto is really trying his best. Every time he is asked in interviews about his female fans or a relationship, he tries to shift the question to Hinata. But it’s different this time, because the game is just over. Everyone is still out of breath when a reporter points the cameras at Bokuto. First, he asks him a few questions about the game, congratulates him on the victory, when Bokuto suddenly looks past him, spots you in the crowd near the grandstand. 

“Y/n! Hey! We won! Did you see my serve? It was sooo good!” 

The reporter uses the opportunity to tell the cameraman to swing the camera over to you before he looks back at Bokuto.

“Bokuto-san, may we ask who this young lady is?”

“Oh yes, but of course, this is my girlfri-” 

Still speaking, he notices what he just said and you can already see how he looks in your direction with a sad, apologetic expression. A quiet “I’m so sorry” shapes his lips. But you only give him a loving look, give him to understand that it is all right and realize that his mood is immediately better again. 

“So, this is your girlfriend? Really a pretty woman you have there by your side. Have you been together for a while? You’re never seen with a woman.” 

“Yes, well, we’ve been together a long time. And oh yes, she’s not known because we wanted to keep the relationship secret. But I guess I screwed up. But she really is the greatest woman in the world! She just doesn’t want to be in front of the cameras. So could you please be kind to her? She’s my little angel, after all.” 

He pouts with big puppy eyes, which would even make the reporter melt away if he were not on air.

Since then, he has been asking questions about you which of course doesn’t stay out, but Bokuto is happy to answer them. Because he would like to show everyone how much he loves you and that you mean the world to him. 

[kleftiko]

kageyama tobio is the friend groups boyfriend

facetime call… tobio <3

“sorry, guys, my boyfriend’s calling me.” you excuse yourself to the next room, closing the door to muffle the laughs coming from your friends.

swiping to answer, you’re immediately greeted by an unflattering shot of tobio’s nose. suppressing the giggle threatening to escape, you’re about to greet him when he goes,

“they’re out of mango, is peach okay?”

you’re confused.

“sorry?”

“i know she like mango green tea, but they don’t have it.” your boyfriend moves the phone back for you to recognize the interior of the bubble tea shop you always go to. it suddenly hits you that he’s not only grabbing drinks for you and your friends without asking, he remembers all your orders as well. you can’t help but coo at how sweet he is, missing your two friends sneaking up behind you and looking over your shoulder at the screen.

“hi tobio!” they both greet, and you see the phone shake as your boyfriend raises his hand to wave before returning to his unflattering pose.

“they don’t have mango green tea today, is peach okay?” he repeats his initial question, and you look at your friend for an answer.

it takes her a second to realize he’s speaking to her, “do they have lychee?”

you see tobio’s eyes look towards the board, he nods his head in confirmation.

“i’ll see you soon.” he says. “love you, baby.”

you can’t help but grin at him, repeating the phrase as your friends fawn over the two of you.

after you hang up, you can’t suppress the grin on your face as you all move back to the living room of your apartment, mind completely occupied with the fact that you have the most amazing boyfriend in the world. it’s only when you feel a buzz from your phone that your grin turns into a full on laugh.

tobio <3: btw what are their names again?

[sluttsumu]

☆ — breeding you

“ohmyfuckingod” you whine.

it’s been hours of him relentlessly pounding you, flipping you from position to position. but you love it, and he does too. watching you love drunk on his cock with hearts in your pupils, it’s adorable.

it’s a cute sight really, your ankles next to his ears while your knees hover over the sheets.

“gonna fill you up,” thrust. “wanna be a mommy?” thrust. “have my babies?” thrust. it was painfully delicious, the way he kissed your cervix so desperate to come inside of you, listening to the way you chant his name over and over.

“want it—! please.” he loves to hear you beg for it, seeing your eyes fixated on his length pumping in and out of you. it’s not long before his moans stutter and thrusts dwindle and he’s spilling a thick load into your pretty pussy, breeding you to your fullest.

“always such a good girl for me.”

☆ — atsumu, bokuto, ichigo, renji, shidou, nagi, geto, choso

sluttsumu 2023

[tonycries]

Little Heaven

Synopsis. He’s just your friend-with-benefits, right? So why - in the still haze of the soft sheets and you, fúcking you so sensual and tenderly - does he feel like he’s found his own personal heaven?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, kinda fluffy, he’s both pússydrunk and in love, slow to rough, marking, mentions of marriage and kids, morning, swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. Probably the fluffiest smút I’ve ever written.

You were just his friend-with-benefits, right? No strings attached, right? 

So why was he here? Sinking into your plush mattress, quiet morning sun just barely peeking in through the curtains as he wraps his arms around your naked figure. 

God, he really shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be laying you on your side, drinking in your soft little, “G’mornin’.” Both of your movements languid and still burning with soreness. Your hips pushing back desperately into his as he positions himself so that his leaking tip was just kissing your swollen folds. 

He shouldn’t be whispering soft kisses into the marks that littered your skin. Licking one, long stripe up the sinful trail of hickies down your neck. All sensual touches where it was bruising grips last night. 

That was rule #1, right? No marks. 

Or was it #4… 

Ah, right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Not when his greedy eyes wander the expanse of your face, fingers trailing along the features he’s mapped a thousand times over. Tracing delicate patterns across your skin, snaking down, down, down to leisurely lift your leg a little higher. 

Bare chest warm against your back, his voice is low and gravelly in your ear as he whispers, “I had a dream y’know.” 

Mind still thinly veiled with sleep, you lean into his warm touch, “Mhm?” 

Your breath hitches at the way he drags his swollen head teasingly across your slit, pooling your slick on his achingly hard tip. Smearing your juices with his thumb as he pumps himself lazily. It’s so torturously good. You almost miss the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck, murmuring a soft “Had a dream of us.”

Oh? 

Before you can overthink his words, he’s nudging in gently. So agonizingly gentle. And you can do nothing more than let out barely-audible whispers of his name as he bullies his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. 

You feel so full. So drunk off of the delicious burn of your pussy and him. 

And it seems he was drunk on you just as much, because as soon as his hips are flush against yours, the words escape him. So quiet and groggy with sleep, that you almost don’t catch them.

“Had a dream that I made you my beautiful bride.”

Oh. 

That was new. His words hung heavy in the heady air. 

Shivers run down your spine - all the way to where he was buried in your dripping cunt. Your voice is slightly shaky as you let out a humorless laugh, “Oh yeah? Must’ve been a nightmare then.”

Soft lips press against your forehead, breathing in your scent. Absolutely searing as he mutters out a muffled, “No, was the best dream I ever had.”

And then, with the audacity of someone who didn’t just send your mind reeling, he pulls his hips back unhurriedly. Immediately fucking into you at a slow, sensual pace. Tip kissing your cervix as he rolls his hips languidly into yours, making sure you feel every bump and graze against your tight walls.

You don’t know what’s more maddening - his agonizing pace or the words that tumble out of his lips. “Y’looked so beautiful in white. So pretty walking down the aisle to me.” 

His lips brush against yours, hands dancing across every inch of you he could reach. Gently caressing the skin like it’s something divine, soothing over the marks from last night as if an apology. “Don’ think I’d want to see anyone else there.”

You glance back at him - only to find his eyes already on you. A jolt of electricity runs across your skin at the pure warmth in them. And you realize that, no, this wasn’t a joke. 

Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply grind your hips down to meet his, abs rubbing against your ass. Letting out a broken whimper of what sounds like his name as he moves down a hand to press rough, little circles over and over your throbbing clit. 

“Saw a little something else too.” he hums, a sly smile curling his lips as his other hand dances across your body to press down on your stomach. Hard. “Saw that I had some competition - two actually. Funny, right?”

“Hah- h-hilarious.” you manage to choke out as his thumb speeds up on your clit, hips moving a bit more purposefully. A bit more like you were used to. Rock-hard cock plunging into your quivering cunt in deliberate, sloppy thrusts that have you white-knuckling the sheets. 

“Though…” he trails off dangerously, pulling back all the way until his furiously hard tip was just kissing your waiting hole. “I wouldn’t really mind.”

And with that he’s sheathing his throbbing erection in your wet pussy completely. A gasp of delight leaves him at the way you take him so readily. Walls sucking him up so sinfully - perfect. You were always so perfect for him. 

“Dreamt we had a lil’ house with a big garden.” God, he can feel his cock harden so painfully at the fucked-out little ah! ah! ah! leaving your pretty lips each time his hip smack into yours. It’s music to his ears, such a shame he just can’t shut the fuck up right now. “And then you dressed the kids up while I made breakfast.”

“Then you made us do taxes and I didn’t even fucking mind.” His voice is strained now, words slurring together as he rams his cock deeper and deeper, glistening with your slick in the soft morning glow. 

“And finally at night, I say we should make a third one.” 

He looks at you, a sly grin stretching his lips, eyes half-lidded and a dangerous twinkle in them that has you wondering whether everything he said before was merely a ruse to fuck you silly. And it probably shows on your face - because he grins lowly in your ear, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have till our wedding night f’me to fuck you slow.”

And oh he almost feels guilty. But he can’t bring himself to slow down at the way your swollen lips drop into such a pretty oh! at his words. Mewling at the sting of his heavy balls as they smack your ass. Walls clamping down desperately on his dick, milking him for every drop of pleasure. Each thrust into your warm core has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, brows furrowing in ecstasy as he focuses on making you lose your mind. 

He shifts his angle slightly, grinding expertly against your g-spot just right, and you throw your head back, releasing a low moan of his name.

“Shit. Yeah, say m’name, sweetheart. Jus’ like that.” he moans breathlessly. 

His name - soon to be yours.

Maybe.

You turn your head to face him, eyes fiery as you capture his in an equally scorching kiss. Cock slamming into your poor, abused cunt with an intensity that matches that of your lips.

Probably. 

Biting down on his lower lips, soft yet insistent. Humming deliriously against his mouth - and in the heat of it all, he feels you smile against his lips. Ever-so-slightly. 

Definitely. 

And then you’re cumming. White-hot pleasure behind your eyes, walls clamping down so deliciously around his twitching cock. It sends him over the edge as well - whispering your name as if a prayer, voice hoarse with emotions neither of you could name at this very moment. 

Hot ropes of his thick cum paint your trembling cunt white, milking the soul out of him as you both ride out your climaxes together. A creamy ring forming around his base as some truly animalistic part of himself fucks his seed into you - a promise, he likes to think.

“I’m serious about the dream.”

Almost as gentle as that one. 

As the haze settles, his thrusts slowing down to just shallow grinds, a fragile silence envelopes the room as neither of you speak. Because maybe no other words were needed. 

And right now, morning sunlight harsh on his skin, strong arms pulling you warm body flush against his, no one but you two in this quiet world - he doesn’t think he’d like to be anywhere else.

All is well in your little heaven.

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, SUNA, ATSUMU, Tsukishima, Kuroo, EREN

A/N. Bro it took longer to think of what to write than to write this. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

[hqkalon]

tying up men twice your size, just to feel him thrust into the palm of your hand as he continuously chants curse words underneath his breath. “fuckk angel.” his dick twitched in your hand as you continued moving your wrist in an upwards-twist motion. usually he’d be the one reflecting the same actions on you, but much meaner. his low pants turned into small groans, watching the head of dick disappear in the palm of your small hand. “shit baby, i’m bouta cum.” he looked up at you through the wet hairs sticking against his forehead. “oohh fuckk!” you watched as his caved in, seeing how his beautiful muscles flexed as your fist tightened around his length. “angel..” his husky voice almost sounded like a pleading cry as he threw his head back against the headboard— you began pumping faster, feeling his hips jerk up, “anggh fuckk. c-cumm-ing.” he groaned, shooting a load with each stroke of your palm as he hummed in pleasure. “good boy.” a mischievous smirk ran across your face as he replicated the same devious grin. “now it’s your turn pretty girl.”

reiner, sukuna, yami, gojo, bokuto, toji, miya twins, getou