#miyuki x reader smut

[koushuwu]

» puppy dog — miyuki kazuya x reader  *:･ﾟ✧

18+ content | 2k words | kazuya has always been exeptionally full of himself. at least to the outside word, and maybe you can't help but want to but him in his place. something that turns out to be a thrill like no other.

cw: afab!reader, pet names (big boy, darling etc.), slight dry humping, premature ejacutation, dubcon (if you squint), virgin!kazuya, experienced!reader, very slight corruption kink (also if you squint), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, spit.

with his back pressed firmly into the plush of the couch, kazuya swallowed thickly. you watched on with a wry smile as he did, eyes tracking the bob of his adams apple. you stood before him, looming, presence hovering before him. you hadn’t even touched him yet, but his mouth felt dry and his breath stuttered as you placed your knee on the couch beside him. you were close. so, so close. His gaze flickered, currently lacking the bold gleam and brazen confidence he usually liked to sport, he couldn’t meet yours head on.

you’d always known that he was full of himself. or maybe full of himself wasn’t exactly the right words but he was cocky. and flirty. incredibly so. on that specific day, you’d heard one too many of his obnoxious flirty remarks, and that’s when a strong desire arose in you. a desire to make him falter. to somehow wipe that insufferable smirk off of his face. something you would soon learn, wasn’t as hard as one would think. so that’s when you turned to him and uttered.

“you really think you’re all that, huh?” you cocked your head to the side and studied him as a wicked little grin tugged at the corner of your mouth. “well have at it, big boy. show me what you’re made of.”

“don’t start something you can’t finish, darling,” he said, the final word spoken in a mocking drawl. you knew that his words were meant as a warning, but you were not about to back down. not now. not when you’d so clearly upped and challenged him. and so you stepped closer to the couch. to him.

“oh i intend to follow through. darling.” as you spoke, you added even more pressure to the pet name, turning his own mockery right back on him. not only had his eyes widened at your words, it had also effectively shut him up, his mouth snapping shut and trapping the words inside that had readily sat at the tip of his tongue. the tiny kindle inside of you flared at the sight, and you couldn’t help but want to see him crack even further, and all but a beat, you’d moved up to him entirely. “do you?”

now you were straddling his frame on the couch, lowering your weight down to his clothed lap. a sharp inhale whistled between his teeth the moment you rested against him, and you couldn’t help the wicked ruse of sinful glee that was bubbling inside of you. “oh, fuck,” he hissed when you did a teasing little roll of your hips. his collected exterior was cracking and the confidence slipped at a rapid pace that you hadn’t expected, but yet made you feel powerful. strong. sexy. on each side of you, kazuyai’s hands were digging into the fabric of the couch. hard. his lower lip tucked in between his teeth as he repeatedly tried to maintain eye contact. something he’s yet to succeed. the strain underneath you and his already shallow breathing made the final jigsaw piece slide in place when it clicked.

“miyuki,” you cocked an eyebrow at him and his eyes darted back to yours. “have you never done this before?”

“what?”

“are you a virgin?” you asked him. you half expected him to deny it, but he didn’t. his fingers twitched against the couch and his jaw clenched. but then he nodded, gaze averting yours again as his teeth dug into his lip harder.

“well then,” you said with a teasing lilt in your voice. confident, you guided his hands up to rest on your thighs, while moving in to catch his gaze once more. “why don’t you let me show you a good time, big boy.”

when kazuya had nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically despite the eversion of your gaze, it hadn’t taken you long before your panties lay discarded on the floor along with his shirt. the straps of your dress hanging loosely off your shoulders, revealing a tad more of your chest than could be deemed properly decent. between your smaller hands were his bigger one. you’d picked it up and held it in front of you, his fingers splayed against nothing but air. his breathing hitches when your saliva trickles from your tongue to his fingers. he should probably be weirded out by it, something told him at the back of his mind. grossed out. but he wasn’t. instead he found himself transfixed by the sight of your tongue sticking out. your spit rolling off of it, stretching to meet his skin. transfixed, also, by the wet feeling against his fingers. so much so, that his cock jumped underneath you, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, relishing in the delicious friction against your sex.

“fuck—”

when you put his fingers in your mouth, kazuya was so sure he was going to die. he was going to combust and die a virgin, and he wouldn’t even mind. your tongue against his fingers and your pussy grinding against him. what could possibly be better than this? a question, he would very soon find, and feel, the answer to. a question, to which, the answer came, the moment you pulled his fingers from your mouth, and guided them south. with one hand, you held his chin and kept him still as you captured his lips with yours. with the other, you led his slick hand underneath your short dress, and once you pressed one of his fingers and your own past the entrance of your wet hole, that is when he knew the answer to his question. this. this was even better. so much so, that he groaned softly, breaking the kiss as his jaw grew slack, his eyes glazed and his eyebrows knitted together. just then, you took a moment to just admire the view, bearing clear evidence as to just what you did to him. truly a sight to behold. but you weren’t done yet. of course you weren’t, you’d promised him a good time after all.

“h-hold on–” kazuya’s voice was small. frail even. and every little bit filled with the anticipation you inspired in him. your movements stilled as you cocked your head to the side. his free hand had laid itself against your hip bone, fingers dipping into your skin. “i’m– i’m gonna– please– slow down–”

“oh no, poor guy,” you cooed, cupping his cheek in one hand, an action in such stark contrast to the filthy thoughts in your head and the way your other hand worked him deeper inside. “you close already?” you asked and rocked your hips against his hand and lap. kazuya’s breathing hitched and his lower lip sucked in between his teeth.

kazuya nodded frantically, and a twisted sense of joyful satisfaction settled inside, when you leaned down until your nose lightly bumped against his. the way he looked up at you, almost felt dizzying, eyes all glazed and dilated pupils.

“what if i don’t want to take it slow?” your words came as a whisper, yet they rung through the air between you. around you. everywhere. at first, kazuya didn’t react. then his eyes widened. slowly as the implication dawned on him.

“no. no, no, no—“ he started, but neither of you heard the rest, when you caught his lips with yours, relishing in how sharply he inhaled when you connected. when you rocked down against him and increased the rhythm of which you worked his fingers into you. his free hand desperately clawed at your thigh, but you didn’t slow. fingers dipped harder into your skin as his fingers angled in just the right direction. you moaned against his lip and his fingers twitched, his hips bucked and a loud whine of his own followed yours.

kazuya had said he was close, but you hadn’t expected it to be that easy to push him over the edge. but now that you had, his breath was heaving and you felt utterly accomplished. accomplished, but not yet satisfied, your hunger only momentarily quenched.

once kazuya came down from his high, cheeks flushed and cheeks heated, it took him a moment before to decipher the scene in front of him. both your hands worked to undo his pants, and he only just registered what was happening, when his cock sprung free, and the charged air between you, ghosted over his sensitive skin. his eyes flicked to yours, only to find your gaze already fixed on his with a bemused glimmer in your eye.

“i promised you a good time, didn’t i?” you asked him, but cut him off before he could reply, lips parted slightly as if ready to speak. “don’t think that means you’re the only one who gets to have fun, though.”

surprise clearly evident in every feature of his face, mingled with the just as clear hypnotic daze of his arousal. it makes you want to laugh. not because it’s funny that he desires you. but because it’s so incredibly endearing, something so starkly contrasting kazuya’s usually confident and collected attitude. it’s endearing, and it makes you feel powerful. it makes you feel in control and it makes your pussy clamp in anticipation. so you smile at him, eyes glimmering in mischief as your hand wrapped around his cock. the sounds he makes when you give him a couple of strokes are something so pathetic and you can’t help but relish in his noises. the pitch change, reaching even higher when you finally take him inside.

he knew deep down, that he should have said something. should have asked you to wait. should have– should have– but he didn’t. he was too far gone for that, and when you settled against his lap, his head fell to your shoulder as a shudder ripped through his body, and he just couldn’t care less. or maybe he would have cared if he had half a mind to string any coherent thoughts together at all. but as it was, he didn’t.

“hey now,” firm fingers curled around his chin and tilted his head up, until his eyes met yours. ”look at me, big boy.” he’s looking at you. he is, but through the haze of the pleasurable rolls of your hips against his lap, he doesn’t actually see much. he’s trying though. but when your movements pick up pace, pathetic moans spill over his lips, and his eyes roll back. if you hadn’t held his chin, you knew his head would be lolling to the side. he was utterly drunk on the feeling of being inside of you, and judging by the shameless whining and moaning, he didn’t mind being at your mercy this way. his hands moved as if on instinct and settled harshly on your hips once again, and that’s when he surprised you. his hips bucked, thrusting up to meet the roll of your hips, punching a moan from your own lungs. at first you thought it’d been intentional, but when you looked at him it was clear that it hadn’t been. his body worked entirely on it’s own accord, bucked and writhed, stroked and grabbed, all in time with your movements, subconsciously creating a synchronized chase on your shared highs. at this point, the air surrounding you filled with both of your moans. it filled with the wet sounds of his cock grinding into your pussy. it filled with the heat radiating from your bodies. and it filled with the charged electricity and anticipation, until it broke. pleasure washed over you, covering everything and engulfing you completely in the sweetness flitting into every corner of the room.

your highs subsided, way too early for kazuya’s liking. actually, this whole moment in time with you, ended far too early. you weren’t actually sure what you’d expected. probably that you’d had sex and that would be it. it wouldn’t change anything. but as it was, you’d soon learn that things would absolutely change. not for you, but for kazuya. it took a few days before you really realized but when you did, that incredible feeling of being powerful swelled up in your chest once more. not only had kazuya’s demeanor slightly shifted towards you. oh no, the guy’s gaze followed your every move with something soft and dazed in his eyes, and often times you found that he followed close behind when you went anywhere he couldn’t see you. kazuya had definitely changed. from brazen and confident to no more than something akin to a lost puppy dog, that’s finally found it’s owner.

[no1frogfan]

Untitled Miyuki Kazuya phone sex drabble

Miyuki Kazuya x afab reader

Word count: ~1.5k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Dubcon phone sex (reader doesn’t know? Miyuki can hear them, ecouteurism), masturbation (m&f), Miyuki is a desperate virgin, a touch of angst

Note: In a FRENZY due to this art by nume, and fever-fueled by writings by ix & mica. I wasn’t trying to make this as long as I predicted, but it’s not surprising I guess that this art has me so fucking depraved

Part 2, the next day

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bzzzzzzzzzz bzz—

He quickly swipes to answer.

“ ‘llo?” he mumbles.

No response.

“Hello?” Miyuki repeats, a little louder, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Still no response.

He pulls the phone back. It’s you calling, and — he squints at the display the top of the screen — it’s just past 2am. What could you possibly be calling about at this hour? Did something happen? Is something wrong? He throws the covers off and presses the phone back to his ear, calling your name louder than before.

Finally, he hears something. A rustle, then—

A soft gasp.

More rustling. A keen.

He’s wide awake now, palms starting to sweat, free hand clutching his knee. What’s happening?

Another gasp, no a moan.

It can’t be. You can’t be.

He turns the volume up, holds his breath. Rapt.

Fabric brushes against the phone. You’re adjusting yourself, settling with a drawn-out hum. Your delicate sighs start again, breaths shallower and quicker, and there’s no mistaking it now. Miyuki sits transfixed at the edge of his bed, grateful for the tile against the soles of his feet to cool the need burning in his blood.

Your voice gets pitchier, throat tensing to a quiet whine.

He’s picturing you now, head pressed against your pillow, fingers dancing around your clit. Maybe you’ve dipped one or two inside already, drawing out the slick pooling there and smearing it over your slit. He’s never been so hungry, and he doubts anything else could taste as sweet. Saliva floods his mouth at the thought. The skin there must be so velvety and sensitive. He wants to nip at your inner thighs, suck at that little bundle of nerves, run his hot tongue over your lips and bury it in your soaking core.

He wants to make you grind against his face, frantic, make you whine louder. He’s never done it before but he’s a fast learner. He’s sure he could.

You mewl, and Miyuki answers with his own hushed whimper. It feels like all the blood in his body is pulsing along the length of his cock. He shifts to relieve the tension between his legs, but even a slight flinch has his sensitive head chafing against his boxer briefs, the sensation making his jaw clench.

The sharp pain of his fingernails digging into his thighs brings him hurtling back to his room. The phone is pressed so hard against his ear that it may as well be fused into the side of his skull.

He looks down, and the size of the damp patch on his underwear draws out another whimper. He’s so hard it hurts.

He slowly unlatches his hand from his thigh and reaches over to palm himself lightly over the fabric, inhales and exhales rattling like yours every time he runs his thumb over the head.

You choke out a moan, and…you must have bumped the phone because nothing is muffled anymore. Suddenly he can hear the rough edges of your desire, and it sends an agonizing pang straight to his — NO. He has to stop. He should hang up. You’ve called him by accident. He shouldn’t be listening.

He should hang up.

This isn’t right.

He should hang up.

He wrenches the phone away from his ear. Or, he’s just about to, he swears he was, but he hears a squelch. A squelch. Fuck how wet are you? Your cries are throatier now with every thrust of your…fingers? A toy? What he wouldn’t give to know. The wet slap slap slap betrays how absolutely fucking soaking you must be.

And he’s only human, isn’t he?

He can only take so much, he justifies to himself as he pulls down the band of his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock with a shudder of relief. It smacks him hard in the abdomen, flinging pearly drops of precum across his chest.

Kazuya spits on his palm and rubs it over the head of his cock, smearing sweat and spit and pre as he slowly drags his hand along the length of his veiny shaft. His fingers catch lightly on the skin with each stroke. He leans over to dribble more saliva onto it. If he were there he could just dip the swollen head into your folds, wet it with a grind along your drenched pussy.

He’s been working up his courage for weeks, and this is what it’s come to, rubbing one out, alone, in the dark. It’s almost sad that he can’t dream of anything better, but he doesn’t regret it, especially not when he hears you fumble around, the glide of wood against wood. A click. A light buzzing. You swoon.

He responds with an unwitting groan.

His tendons flex as he pumps himself faster, desperate impatience winning out over his desire to bask in the moment.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” you wail.

You’re writhing around now, sheets rubbing against the mic, hoarse gasps sounding against his ear. Kazuya’s mouth has gone dry. His back arches, his quaking abs are covered in a sheen of sweat as he strains with the effort of holding back. He wants to slow down, the pressure keeps building, he wants to prolong this so bad but he’s so fucking close already and he can’t stop.

His knuckles have gone white around the phone. His breath only able to come out in short little wheezes. The heat in his core builds. His balls feel tight, he’s right there.

You’re just as much of a mess. Every clap against your sopping cunt practically reverberates off the walls in perfect time with his fist.

Between your sobbing pleas, the thwack of skin against skin, between your screams and his, he can just make out— “Fuck, I’m so close” — the sound of you begging, “ ‘m so-o close -uki— oh my g— just like that, please, please— fu-uck me -uya, just like that.”

Fear flickers deep in his brain (his hand never slows down), you’re calling for Tetsuya, you’ve got to be, you want fucking Yuuki (you’re close now too, your words croaky) who’s so charismatic, who’s a (fuck, he’s right there, he’s right there) much better captain, who’s—

A lightning strike, a brilliant burst against the inside of his eyelids, a shockwave. He convulses, chokes, shouts when he cums. He bucks uncontrollably against his fist as white hot ropes shoot up, over and over, more than he’s ever cum, more than he thought possible, splattering against his neck, his chest, his stomach. He lets out a long, quivering whine. It’s too much it’s too much but there’s more, there’s still more, more thick streaks paint his pecs, hit him in the chin. He’s disoriented, aching, almost delirious by the time the spurts get weaker, globbing on his thighs and leaking down his shaft and puddling over the coarse hairs at his base.

He comes to, collapsed on the bed, twitching and wincing with empty spasms, so hypersensitive that he swears he can feel the air of his exhales against his tip. The ringing in his ears come into focus as loud curses and moans, a rush of pleasepleaseyespleasefuckpleasefuckmgonna—

A swallowed moan, a garbled wail, the waves must be washing over you now as he hears you thrash against the bed. Your wails are loud, almost blowing out the speaker on his phone.

“Fuck,” he yelps and hangs up.

Fuck.

He runs his clean hand down his face before resting his forearm over his eyes. It feels cool against the heat of his face.

He lays there, chest heaving, coming down from his high. Sweat and cum pool and swirl over his skin, some trickling into his belly button, some settling across his torso, some dribbling into the sheets.

It’s not until he turns and feels the streaks drying against his skin that he realizes how long he’s been laying there. He sits up with a groan, muscles twinging, shivering from the cold air that hits his sweat-soaked back.

His breathing has settled but his heart is still pounding in his chest.

The haze of arousal has faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt. He forgot he was still on the phone. He was loud too, maybe louder than you. His head is swimming. Did you hear him? Why didn’t he mute himself? You couldn’t have heard with how loud you were, right? Otherwise you would’ve hung up. Right? He can only hope that’s the case. Hope you won’t look at your recent calls. Won’t check the call times and see that he answered. Won’t notice he stayed on the line the entire time.

He doesn’t look down, doesn’t want to be faced with what he’s done.

He’s seen you unlock your phone enough times to know the password, maybe when he sees you tomorrow, he can delete the evidence.

Miyuki stands on shaky legs and pads to the shower. He turns the water up as hot as he can stand.

[prettyiwa]

Miyuki Kazuya x AFAB!Reader Content Tags: Domestic Sex, Sleepy Sex, Sleepy Kazuya's a Fuckin SAP!~, Hints of Orgasm Denial, Hints of Overstimulation, Creampie Word Count: 850

@princesskazuya, @no1frogfan

Kazuya doesn't like how late you work. It's not too bad, considering you do most of your work at home—you're always out of the office by four each afternoon—but the time he gets to see you is so limited as it is. He doesn't like the long hours of practice that keep him away, even in the off season, and he doesn't like the long hours of work that keep you busy in the time that remains. He loves each of his games, though he hates that they mean he's away for three to six days depending on the schedule.

When he's home, he wants to spend that time with you.

Lately, you've been tasked big projects, one right after the other, ones that will help rocket you to the top if done right, so he often finds himself going to bed without you. You try to remind him that he wakes up beside you each morning, but that doesn't stop him from being greedy.

But.

With all his bemoaning aside, he's found something he quite likes in this new (annoying) schedule of yours.

You come to bed close to one or two each morning, a few hours after he's already been asleep, always trying to remain quiet for him. You'll slip under the covers beside him, warm like the furnace you are, and, without fail, he'll wrap his arms around you until you're pressed firmly back to chest. Most nights that you do this, you'll come to bed in your underwear and one of his pullovers. Once or twice you've come to bed in just your underwear.

When your ass is pressed against his crotch and you squirm against him to get comfortable, it's nearly impossible for sleepy Kazuya to stop himself from getting hard. His hands will start wandering, mapping out the body he knows almost as well as his own. You almost always push your ass into him, almost always give him a sharp inhale when you feel how much he needs you. There've only been a few times wherein you've stopped him when his fingers slip past the band of your underwear.

So hungry, just like him.

You get wet for him so easily, legs parting to let him roam, to gather your slick before he rubs your clit. It's a little lazy, but it always does the job.

By the time you get close to cumming for him, he's completely awake. His grip on you is sure, though his movements are still conservative. Without fail, you whine for him when he pulls away, though you know he'll be inside you in just a moment.

He tells you it's because he's tired while you tell him it's because he's impatient (both are equally true), but he only undresses so far until he's free, only pushes your underwear to the side as much as he needs. Some days you feel like heaven, perfectly made for him like he's sure he's made for you. Some days, sinking into you feels like coming home, like he's been gone too long and this is an irreplaceable comfort he's needed. (You can blame the sleep for his sappiness, but you never do). Regardless, the sounds you make are always just what he needs to continue.

So luscious, your keens. So wonderful, the quiet moans that escape your parted lips. A lovely, breathy sound, kept low to keep quiet, something he only hears at this time of night.

He fucks you with slow, disjointed thrusts, but you always meet them, chasing after your own end after he's robbed you of it. Some nights, he cums as soon as you do, unable to keep going because you feel too fucking good and his control's fucking shot. You don't mind when he fills you up before slowly pulling out, feeling his cum leak out of you before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Other nights, you're too much and he can't get enough, pushing past the sleep that clings to the back of his mind. He'll grab a condom from the nightstand drawer and you'll roll until you're ass up, face down, waiting for him to fuck you into the mattress. It's a little game you two play—how quiet can you keep to avoid waking the neighbors while he gives you rolling orgasms, one right after the other, pushing past his limit.

On occasion, sleep's hold is too great, but he's no less hard and you're no less wet. You'll climb on top and ride him nice and slow, more in it for prolonging your pleasure than for either of you to climax, not that he's ever going to complain. Being close and intimate with you like this is enough.

This time of night brings out a side of you he doesn't get to see in the light of day. These moments feel intimate, like whispered secrets between the two of you, well enough away from the world that no one can dare steal.

He hates to admit it, but he's grown rather fond of your late night returns to bed.

Daiya no Ace Masterlist

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes-General Miyuki, Kuramochi, and Mei

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Recovery date: September 17th, 2024

Description: Gotcha gotcha! If you're comfortable, can you do nsfw headcanons like when they're in a relationship for Miyuki, Mochi and/or Mei

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Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I will say this was actually really difficult, but it was also kind of interesting. That is to say, I'm not sure how I feel about it (the execution, not the prompt itself)

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Miyuki Kazuya

A tease, but not a brat

The kind to put his hand in your back pocket and when you point it out says “it’s an accident” but doesn’t move

Runs his mouth, always teasing about the face you’re making or your reactions

Praise him, he shuts up so fast

At least at the start of your relationship, eventually he gets used to the praise and you consider buying him a gag

Until then, oral keeps him pretty quiet

Giving, I mean, when receiving this man is loud

I think it’s pretty agreed upon that Miyuki deserves to be taken care of

He also does not like giving up control, DO NOT restrain him

That’s the easy way out and he will tease you

Instead wine and dine him, draw a nice bath for the two of you, and then treat him to a night of praise and ecstasy

Assuming he doesn’t fall asleep before you get that far, sometimes he just needs a night of pampering

In the same vein, likes showering together; would love to try shower sex but is terrified of injury

Like, I feel like he’d be pretty adventurous with sex if he wasn’t worried about hurting himself and not being able to play baseball

He pulled a muscle once and almost had a breakdown (you know, the kind where you know you need to flex the muscle but it feels like that’ll rip it in two?)

Miyuki just needs someone to care for him, if you can do that he’ll do just about anything for you

Kuramochi Yoichi

Great stamina, I mean it is Mochi

Strikes me as someone who likes his hair pulled

Also seems like he’d fluster pretty easily

He’s a tease, but he does not take teasing well

“Would you shut up?” “That’s not what you were saying last night”

He goes red

I think he also likes trying out new positions

Kind of like Miyuki where he wants to be adventurous but is kind of afraid of injury

But he’ll start suggesting something and then realize that it’s probably not the best idea

Someday, he tells you

I can see him being pretty romantic, not a huge tease

The amount of times you two have been play fighting and it’s turned into a makeout session and escalated?

You have damn near ruined wrestling for him, and it’s entirely his fault

Discovers sex is a much more interesting way to work off excess energy than swinging a bat, and he has a ton of excess energy

Seriously, once after a really bad game he did 100 swings after and then chased you through your house into the bedroom and fucked you, hard

He didn’t get on base once that game, like I said, bad

Bonus points because it means he’s not over exerting himself

Kuramochi needs someone to match his energy and playfulness, and even if you can’t always keep up he’s more than happy to cuddle up with a videogame

Narumiya Mei

Be surprised, he’s such a brat

And a pillow Prince

I could totally see him trying to pretend you’re doing things “wrong”

But you can also see the way he’s biting the inside of his cheek to stay quiet

Narumiya Mei not running his mouth? A baffling concept

Don’t get me wrong though, he still runs his mouth

Like I said, he’s a brat

He also doesn’t ask for sex unless he’s suuper pent up

He just, riles you up until you catch on

Also, not necessarily NSFW, but he walks around shirtless a lot if he knows you’ll stare

To quote Deadpool “Put your greasy tits away you preening slut”

Anyways, I don’t think Mei ignores is partner’s pleasure by any means

Will, on occasion, treat you like pillow royalty but there has to be a trigger

Like jealousy/ the fear that he’ll lose you

And even though he’s a brat, sex isn’t always rough

Honestly I don’t ever see Mei out growing his overconfident facade and that bratty streak of his

But, as he outgrows his insecurities they become less abrasive in his day to day life

[boohaitani]

my baseball nerd | miyuki kazuya x reader

summary: in which kazuya is just being the baseball nerd he is

word count: about 500

just fluff <33

The sound of the television filled the room as Kazuya sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the baseball game playing out on the screen. Y/N joined him, curious about the intensity in his gaze as he watched every pitch and analyzed every play.

"Kazuya, you're such a baseball nerd," she teased, nudging him playfully.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, not taking his eyes off the game. "Well, Y/N, it's not every day you get to witness the brilliance of the game firsthand. There's so much strategy, technique, and skill involved. It's fascinating."

Y/N chuckled, leaning closer to him. "I'll never understand your obsession with baseball, but I do love seeing your passion for it. You light up when you talk about the game."

Kazuya's eyes twinkled with excitement. "It's more than just a game, Y/N. It's a beautiful dance between the pitcher and the batter, a battle of wits and athleticism. Each pitch holds the potential for greatness or disappointment. And as a catcher, I get a front-row seat to all of it."

Y/N leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms playfully. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a baseball nerd for a boyfriend. At least you'll always have something to talk about."

Kazuya's grin widened as he turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "Oh, Y/N, you have no idea. I could talk about baseball for hours. The strategies, the statistics, the rivalries—it's endless. And I won't hesitate to educate you on the intricacies of the game."

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Please, spare me the baseball lectures. I might just fall asleep."

He pretended to be offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Fall asleep? My passionate discussions about baseball are riveting, Y/N. I promise you won't be able to tear your eyes away."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, Kazuya, I'll humor you. Just don't be too disappointed when I start daydreaming about other things."

He feigned shock, his eyes widening. "How dare you? Baseball should be the only thing occupying your mind at all times!"

Their banter continued throughout the game, with Kazuya passionately explaining various plays and Y/N playfully teasing him about his obsession. It was a familiar dance between them, a playful back-and-forth that brought joy and laughter to their relationship.

As the game reached its climax, Kazuya's excitement grew, his eyes never leaving the screen. Y/N watched him, marveling at his childlike enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to the sport he loved.

"You know," she said, breaking the playful banter for a moment, "your passion for baseball is one of the things I love about you. It's a part of who you are, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Kazuya turned to her, a soft smile on his face. "And your acceptance of my baseball nerdiness is one of the things I love about you. You embrace all parts of me, even the ones that might seem a little strange."

Y/N leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Well, someone has to keep you grounded, right?"

He chuckled, his eyes still glinting with excitement. "I suppose you're right. And who knows, maybe one day you'll find yourself caught up in the magic of baseball too."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Never say never, Kazuya. With you by my side, anything is possible."

[crybabylulu]

Heyyy! Here ya go! 3 new chapters 😌

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55713166/chapters/142232797

[i-luv-yuu]

Hey everyone, I’m back with a new form of content, it’s a newly published podcast I did with my brother on how to live life after a death of a loved one commemorating our mother’s suicide on Mother’s Day. I would greatly appreciate a listen or a share! If the podcast gets 30 new listeners, I’ll release an update on the highly requested NFSW Kuroo x reader smut, Elevator Escapades as well as another update on my Daiya no ace angst, What You Left Behind both within this month!!! So if you want an update for those fics, PLEASE give it a listen and share it with your friends and family! It’s available aible on multiple platforms such as Apple podcast and Spotify and many more!!

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WARNING: Little manga spoiler Kaguya-sama: Love is war spoiler

⋆˚✿˖°We all know Maki Shoji from Kaguya-sama right? But why do I want her brother MIKADO so bad? 😭❤️ I'm literally the only one in the fandom who loves him so much... </3 Gonna write oneshots, fanfics and SMUT about him. He is 17 in the manga, but I'll make him 18 for smut so don't worry! You guys ready for it?.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒.𖥔 ݁ ˖໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[kazuyummy]

🌴 POSITIONS - MIYUKI KAZUYA X READER

in which your husband kazuya takes you on a vacation to a five-star tropical resort and fucks you any chance he gets.

tw: alcohol, penetrative sex about: afab!reader, mentions of genitalia. no plot and tbh barely any characterization, just pure smut and tropical vacay vibes!! 🏝

note: anything in blue is a link to an image (the ones in the titles are nsfw so open at your own risk) but not necessary for reading - just something to help imagine the positions you and kazuya are in and show where my inspirations came from.

cover pic: sato_1_11 on danbooru

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in the morning

waking up next to miyuki kazuya with an ocean breeze rustling through your windows, the smell of saltwater filling your nose, and rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains are enough to make you think you've died and found paradise. it's as if time has slowed here - no reason not to blink your eyes slowly; take deep breaths; stretch your limbs out past silk covers as if they were moving through water. your lover rouses beside you, instinctively turning over to snuggle closer.

"mmm, you smell like pineapple."

you giggle, "i don't normally use hotel shampoo, but this resort? they're spoiling me even more than you do, kazuya."

"well, well. we can't have that, can we?"

you shriek in laughter as he begins nibbling at your neck and earlobe, covering you in kisses. he hooks a leg over your already nude form to prevent you from avoiding his affections as you roll to your side, arms stretched above your head.

you purr as he reaches around, brushing your clit and snaking down to find you already wet. his other arm finds one of your outstretched ones, locking fingers and giving you a squeeze.

"fuckin' beautiful. i get to wake up to this every morning 'til i die."

he continues his onslaught onto your neck, and you're getting impatient, beginning to rut your hips. it's not that neither of you are into foreplay - usually quite the opposite, actually - but you both just love an early morning sidefuck, to be blunt. the way his body moulds into yours, how your legs tangle, and the way your orgasm feels when half-asleep, waking you up and making you want to fall into slumber in his arms all the same.

"kazuya, i'm close." he shifts his leg so that he's driving into you further, hand supporting the back of your thigh as he fills you with his load, biting and kissing whatever he can as you both recede from your highs, like waves after they crash on the shore.

between peppered kisses and sweet 'i love you's, you take your time getting ready for the rest of the day ahead. ☁︎

‎

in the afternoon

coming back from brunch and drinks at the swim-up bar leaves you wanting a catnap - but not without leaving you and your dearest satisfied, of course. with your swimsuit still on, you decide to take a short dip in your private pool as kazuya eyes you from his towel laid out onto the deck.

you've just emerged from under the water, flipping your hair back mermaid-style, which splashes him a bit in the process. he gives you a playful frown - you know he can't do much since you have the upper hand being in the water. so he resorts to his words and coos,

"gonna get me worked up every time i see you in that bikini, sweetheart."

"oh? and what about without it?"

your line's cliché but it's certainly got his full attention - you begin to strip off in the pool, water dripping down your body as you lift yourself out and begin making your way to where he's lying down.

his eyes sparkle amber in the tropical sun, chestnut hair already dried and framing his boyish, mischievous smile. you love the predatory look he wears, eyeing you shamelessly.

you pick up his glass of champagne - an expensive, fruity blend that came in an ice bucket upon your arrival - sipping it up and leaning down to spill it from your mouth into his. it's messy as he sticks his tongue out, eyes half-lidded with droplets running down his cheeks onto the towel. cold water drips from the ends of your hair onto his body, each touch like a small zap to his skin.

in an instant, he's made his way up, tugging his swim trunks down to reveal his thick, waiting cock under a bit of bronze tanline.

his strong arms hoist you up, not even making it back to the room (which might be a blessing for housekeeping and the state of your bed given how soaked you are from the pool) and sitting you on a nearby plush lounge sofa.

he's quick to dive into your folds, nose brushing your clit as he tastes you. his shoulder pushes one thigh apart and his right hand the other - his left hand is busy spreading you open for him. he's always so patient but commanding when eating you out, forearms flexed and eyes looking up into yours whenever he edges you until finally he lets you come, toes curling and his tongue unrelenting.

he doesn't give you a break after you finish, lifting you once more to seat himself under you. you're straddling his outstretched legs, making out with sun-kissed lips and sending shivers down his spine from the cool water still on your skin. you manoeuvre to take in his cock, both of you remaining sat up, foreheads touching and breath mingling.

kazuya takes the half-full glass of champagne from beside you, pouring it slowly down your neck and lapping it up where it collects on your breasts. he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling and pulling gently with his teeth.

he has your hips rolling, desperate to milk him. he feels you tighten, his grip around your waist getting stronger as he nears release,

"fuck - fuck, babe. gonna fill your little pussy up, take all of it - fuck!"

his head falls to your shoulder with a groan, pulling back after with a light chuckle when he realizes how sticky you both are - from the sweat, the champagne, and your own emissions.

"guess another dip in the pool is needed - i'm gonna splash you this time, though." ☀︎

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in the middle of the night

walking under a starry sky on the beach in a cute little sundress means that kazuya can barely keep his hands off of you, wanting to spank you every time the dress shows the outline of your ass and resisting the urge to mark your bare collarbone that glows under the moonlight.

you giggle, playfully pushing him away and stumbling a bit as you do so. a couple more fancy cocktails after your small nap earlier have you a bit tipsy again.

"we're in public, babe!"

"and? do you see anyone around? besides, i'm sure you'd love people seeing me bend you over and take you right here."

you try to act nonchalant, but heat makes its way to your cheekbones. you sigh exasperatedly,

"you haven't had enough today, kazuya?"

he takes a handful of your ass and squeezes,

"i dunno, have you?"

he knows he's called your bluff when you let out a small moan that goes right to his crotch.

"didn't think so."

you reach your private resort again, the door threatening to fly off its hinges with the force you use to push it open and drag kazuya in behind you. his lips attack yours as he pushes your back up against the wall, one hand going down to circle your clit and the other gripping both wrists and above your head.

"d'you know what you do to me, sweetheart? what this cute little dress on you does?"

he releases your wrists and pulls one down to the front of his pants to feel his bulge pushing against the cloth. you whimper, which only makes him rub at you more frantically.

"please, kazuya... i can't get enough of your cock. i need it."

he's breathing heavily now, dipping two fingers inside you and scissoring them until he pulls them out, making you suck on them.

"careful what you wish for. 'm feeling impatient, y'know?"

his words ring true, because while he'd normally tease you, he takes you to the bed, stripping you both, lying down, and hoisting you up onto those muscular thighs so that your back is on his chest. he reaches around to align himself before plunging into you and hooking his arms around your thighs into a full nelson.

if today's sex so far was passionate and sensual, he's downright animalistic now, pistoning his hips into you, and you're unable to do anything else but take it. you can't quite see him going in and out of you, but you can see the way his balls slap your skin as he stretches you out, and how your tits bounce almost to the point of soreness with how hard he's going.

you can barely manage a sound but a choked gurgle, the pace he's setting sending you into overdrive as your eyes roll back into your head. you feel heat swell up inside you, like a bubble ready to burst - and that it does, your orgasm explosive, soaking sheets as you squirt around him with a garbled moan.

he follows suit shortly, his final thrusts forceful before you feel him fill you up, your walls squeezing him dry. post-orgasm kazuya is always a sight to behold, hair wild and eyes glazed over, nowhere near the composed state he normally carries himself in.

when he lies you down on the bed beside him, he watches as his seed leaks out of you slowly, white dripping with every flutter of your pussy. though exhausted, you bring a finger down to swipe some, bringing it to your tongue and sucking. with wide eyes, he breathes,

"god babe. i love you so much."

you clean each other up, taking one last look at the stars outside before fall asleep with a smile, knowing you get to do this all again tomorrow. ☽

ok some of the positions on the site are downright ridiculous and it was so funny to choose some. i know a part of most fiction in general is imagining the story without pictures... but i really wanted to try this concept of having visual aids. if the links don't work, let me know!

wish i took a bit more time to fully develop these scenes and up the tension but... i wanted this to be a shorter fic and kazuya and reader are horny little demons 😈

lmk which daiya boy i should write for next - i want to continue using the links to positions but would choose a different theme besides vacation! 🧳🧉

[thereaderinsertlady]

Masterlist of Writing Q-Z

Queen Vanessa:

Queen Vanessa x Reader - Headcanons

Queen Vanessa x Tired!Reader - Headcanons

Rick (Kirby):

Rick x Reader - Findin' Pumpkins

Romeo (MCSM):

Romeo x Reader - Headcanons

Sammy Lawrence:

Sammy Lawrence & Reader - Cookies for Sammy

Sans:

Underfell Sans x Reader - Judgmental, Much?

Seam:

Seam x Reader - Okay

Snatcher:

Vampire!Snatcher x Reader - Starving (Smut)

Snatcher x Reader - Warming (Smut)

Vampire!Snatcher x Reader - Disobeying Him (Smut)

Snatcher x Reader - Explosive Chemistry (Smut)

Snatcher x Reader - Horrible Night

Snatcher x Reader - The Scare Plan

Snatcher x Female!Reader - The Dangers of Cuddling

Snatcher x Reader - Marking (Semi-Smut)

Vampire!Snatcher x Reader - Bite Me (Semi-Smut)

Snatcher x Reader - The Letter

Snatcher x Reader - The Climb

Snatcher x Reader - Where's Snatcher?

Snatcher x Reader - Headcanons

Sundrop | Moondrop:

Moondrop x Reader - Night-Night

Moondrop x Reader - The Night Before

Sundrop/Moondrop x Reader - Headcanons

Tallest Miyuki:

Miyuki x Reader - Taken Aback

The Conductor:

The Conductor x Reader - Small Talk

The Conductor x Reader - NSFW Alphabet

The Devil (Cuphead):

The Devil x Reader - But The Devil Works Harder (Smut)

The Devil x Reader - Stress Reliever (Smut)

The Devil x Reader - NSFW Headcanons

Wario:

Wario x Reader - NSFW Headcanons

Wart:

Wart x Reader - Fluff and NSFW Headcanons

Wart x Reader - Headcanons

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[lovehypegirl]

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rules:

WHEN YOU ENTER THE STUDIO

when you request please specifically outline what you are asking for ex: so and so with f!reader or x gn!eader

WHAT GENERA YOU CAN LISTEN TO

FLUFF ONESHOTS F!READER AND GN!READER

WHAT SONGS YOU CAN’TLISTEN TO

anything 18+ alcohol or drug related anything death or any heavy dark topics probably not angst since i'm scared of that stuff smut I don't write male!reader

WHAT SONGS YOU CAN LISTEN TO

PLAYLIST: GENSHIN IMPACT

DLIUC (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL) CHILDE (FT. PLATONIC & ROMANTIC ZHONGLI (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL) XIAO (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL) WROTHESLEY (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL) YAE MIKO (FT. PLATONIC & ROMANTIC) ALHAITHAM (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL) KAVEH (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL)

PLAYLIST: SERENA SERENITY

SERENA (FT. PLATONIC, ROMANTIC, & FAMILIAL) RAUL (FT. PLATONIC & ROMANTIC) EISER (FT. PLATONIC, FAMILIAL, & ROMANTIC

PLAYLIST: AKIRA

KANEDA (FT. PLATONIC & ROMANTIC) KEI (FT. PLATONIC & ROMANTIC)

PLAYLIST: ACE OF DIAMOND

EIJUN (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL) MIYUKI (FT. PLATONIC, ROMANTIC, & FAMILIAL) CHRIS (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL COACH KATAOKA (FT. FAMILIAL) FURUYA (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL)

PLAYLIST: JUJUTSU KAISEN

NANAMI (FT. PLATONIC & FAMILIAL) ITADORI (FT. PLATONIC) SHIU KONG (FT. PLATONIC)

[koushuwu]

» 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲 *:･ﾟ✧

»  𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: miyuki kazuya x reader | 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,5k | dna masterlist

»  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): AFAB reader, slightly soft dom(?) reader, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, praise kink, slight corruption kink, premature ejaculation, pet names m!recieving lmk if i missed anything.

»  𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Miyuki Kazuya does not need sex, thank you very much. he can handle himself, and honestly his focus is solely on baseball. somehow you manage to get him in bed though, and it turns out; Miyuki is a whiny lil’ bitch in bed.

»  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: reposted from my old blog @bacchira

Who would have thought Miyuki Kazuya to be a whiny mess in bed, really? Miyuki may be both cocky and confident, but he is also completely and utterly inexperienced. He himself wasn’t one to seek out partners. Never really felt the need. He played baseball and loved it. He was good at it. So, what more could he really want or need? Nothing really if you asked him. Honestly if he needed relief, he could take care of himself. He knew what he liked, and it wouldn’t take much time away from his training. So why would he feel the need to look for more? And truth be told, it wasn’t like girls or guys flocked around him for a chance to date him. Even with his undeniable skills at baseball and good looks, his raw personality kept many a suitor away through the years. But not you. You knew what he was about, but for some obscure reason, you didn’t shy away. Oh no.

It took you quite some convincing to even get him alone. He wasn’t looking for anything and he definitely didn’t have time for any nonsense, thank you very much. But you did manage to do just that in due time. To convince him. And once you did, it wasn’t actually that hard to get him where you wanted him. Which was underneath you.

“Shit,” his breath shuddered as you had his cock in a firm hold, condom rolled all the way down and rubbing the tip through your folds while persistently holding his gaze. Miyuki’s hands were fisted hard in the sheets of the bed under him, and even with the wall supporting his back, he’s desperate for anything to hold on to. To ground him. You bite down on your lower lip when you finally line up the tip of his cock with your entrance, letting yourself drop just slightly. Miyuki grabbed hold of your hips in a bruising hold when the tip of his cock pushed inside, eyes screwing shut behind his glasses.

“Hey,” you said, voice only betraying your own pleasure in the slightest. Miyuki being Miyuki, he probably would have noticed if it hadn’t been for the way you engulfed him so tightly. Snug and warm. “Pretty boy. Look at me.” Miyuki’s cock twitched at your words. And his hips bucked involuntarily. With labored breathing he opened his eyes once more to try and focus his gaze on you.

“Don’t— Don’t do that,” he panted.

“Oh?” You let yourself sink down further, enjoying the way his cock forced you open. “You like it when I call you that, Pretty Boy?” You really couldn’t help the cocky grin that formed on your lips. Miyuki was quite the sight, flushed, eyes shining, and teeth harshly gritted together. You couldn’t help but place a hand on his cheek, almost huffing a laugh as he leaned into your touch, jaw going slack.

Soon enough, you’d settled all the way down in his lap, cock sheathed deep inside your walls. You didn’t offer him much time to steel himself for what was to come before you rubbed your thumb over his bottom lip and rolled your hips against his. Miyuki’s hands twitched on your hips and a moan escaped his lips. His cheeks flushed even harder, seemingly embarrassed by the sound that had just left him, but to you— it only made you want to make him even more red. So, while you worked your hips against him, you found yourself propping your thumb into his mouth, forcing it further up. Pressing down in his tongue, Miyuki had no means to stop the sounds rising in his throat from tumbling out around your digit.

“You’re such a good boy. Do you like this?” you cooed and ground against him harder. A particularly high-pitched moan clearly told you that he did, but you needed him to acknowledge it. “Come on, don’t be shy. Do you like it?” And that was your good boy. Miyuki nodded with shiny eyes, a bit of drool slipping down his chin. This really was a sight for sore eyes.

It didn’t take you long to set up a pace that had Miyuki panting out the prettiest sound in time with your movements and had his muscles tensing up. No doubt he was at your mercy as you worked his cock until his eyes rolled back. Pulling your finger from his mouth, you leaned down and licked his lower lip, before capturing it between your teeth and pulling slightly. The moan he gave, had you picking up just that little bit of extra speed. Miyuki tilted his head in an attempt at catching your lips, but you couldn’t help but tease him by pulling back.

Sending him a confident grin, you took his hands in yours. Feeling him tremble slightly, you guided his hands, as his fingers ghosted over your skin, from your thighs and under your skirt. Sliding around your hips and settling on the mounds of your ass. Letting go of his hands, you own fingers quickly found their way to the front of Miyuki’s shirt, sliding up against his abs.

“Come on,” you told him as he looked at you with big eyes. “Have a feel.” With your own fingers against his, you help him support you as you shift gears and bounce in his lap.

“F—Fuck,” Miyuki ground out as his face scrunched up, teeth clenched, and one eye completely shut.

“Hm?” You kept your pace high as you guided one of his hands around to your front instead. Placing his hand against your abdomen and pressing his thumb to your clit had you shuddering and clenching around his cock. His hips bucked against you, meeting your thrusts. You moan and taking your pace up just another notch.

“S—slow down.” You almost laughed at the way he was clearly holding back, and for a second you considered whether you should push him over the edge already or play with him a bit longer. After a second or two you decided on the latter, slowing down until you were rolling your hips in slow circles against him.

“Does it feel good?” you asked him.

“Yes—”

“Do you want me to make you feel even better?” You felt Miyuki twitching inside of you and even before he nodded, you knew what it meant. He’d been so close, and if you wanted to play for longer, which you did, you’d have to shift gears. “How about I let you go raw instead?” Another, stronger, twitch inside of you replied as his fingers dug into your skin.

“I—” Miyuki gulped; eyes bewildered as he studied you with only half a mind to consider the risks. He could just pull out, right? Right. He knew that much. If he hadn’t been buried inside of you, he probably would have turned the offer down, but here he was. Right now, he wanted nothing more, so instead of objecting, he closed his mouth and nodded in agreement. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute.

“First, let’s get these off of you,” you told him, and carefully lifted his glasses off his face, setting them on the bedside table. “And this one follows.” Your hands returned to the hem of his shirt. He wasn’t late to push off the wall and helping get rid of his shirt, discarding it on the floor.

Miyuki reached for your shirt but hesitated, looking up at you. With a harder roll of your hips against his, you nodded in agreement and soon your shirt was discarded on the floor with his own. For a moment, as he was faced with your chest, he just stared. He’d never been one to stare, but you looked so good, and he had to bite his lip to refrain from just diving face-first into your chest. But instead, you picked that very moment to get off of his lap, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen accompanied by a soft whine from Miyuki himself.

“Second, we’re going to need this one off too,” you told him teasingly, but before you could reach out to help, Miyuki was discarding of the rubber as well. As he did so, you laid back on the bed and rested on your elbows, eyeing him up in challenge. Bending one knee and spreading that leg out to the side, you sent him a little smirk. “Show me what you’ve got, Pretty Boy.”

Miyuki wasted no time before he shoved off the wall and all but crawled over you. The hunger and excitement in his eyes had you chuckle softly as you beckoned him closer with a finger. His cheeks were red, his lips swollen and glistened in the dim light of the room. When he was in reach, you snatched his chin and brought his face to yours.

“You’re adorable, do you know that?” you whispered, and the red of his cheek deepened so fast and so intensely that you almost laughed again. Instead, you tilted your head up and caught his lips. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging onto the flesh of Miyuki’s ass, pulling him closer.

Feeling the mattress shift, you opened your eyes just slightly, watching as Miyuki reached down between your bodies. For a moment you let him try an align himself at your entrance, but with his eyes closed and lips locked with yours, that proved to be a difficult task. Miyuki’s eyes sprung open when your hand wrapped around his at the base of his cock. You broke the kiss and moved your head to the side of his, lips just shy of his ear.

“Let me help you,” you breathed against his ear. Steady and keeping his gaze locked with yours, you guide his hand until you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. You felt him already slipping inside from just a gentle buck of your hips. “Good boy,” you praise as Miyuki slips in further. Slick and his own precum made for a smooth entrance and soon enough, he made it all the way inside. Your hands settled on each side of his face, and you felt the catcher shudder when he’d bottomed out inside.

“Shit—” Supporting himself with both hands, one on each side of your face, Miyuki’s face scrunched up in your hands. “I need—I’m gonna—Fuck.”

“Not yet,” you told him and let your hands travel down the sides of his neck. “Need you to be a good boy, okay?” Even as he nods, you give him a moment to collect himself. You may enjoy teasing him, but not if it meant your shared fun would end right then and there. So, you lifted your head and placed your lips against his, letting your nails scrape lightly over his hard torso. His lips moved against yours and you almost yelped in surprise when Miyuki angled his head and deepened the kiss. He was learning, and you couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss as you clenched down around him, and he moaned into the kiss.

When Miyuki’s body loosened up from the tension that’d held him locked in place, you ground your hips against his. Digging your heels into his skin, you sparked him into motion. With a hard exhale, Miyuki tryingly pulled back out. His breathing shuddered against your lips as he pushed back in. You lifted your hips to meet his thrust, and when he repeated the movement, so did you, slowly working together. By chance, Miyuki shifted and hit something deep inside of you that had you throwing your head back, breaking the kiss. Your moan had Miyuki’s cock twitching inside of you.

As if spurred on by the sound he’d ripped from your throat, Miyuki picked up his pace, a bit of his usual confidence showing its face. Miyuki may not have much experience, if any when it came to sex, but he did know how to read people. So, when you’d let a moan slip, he clearly knew he’d done something right. He’d hit something, and he couldn’t wait to hit it again.

Miyuki’s head dropped to your shoulder as he increased his pace and relentlessly fucked into you. His moans mingling with yours in a sweet symphony, accompanied by the wet squelching between your bodies. Seeking leverage, your hands settled on his shoulders and fingers dug into his skin as his thrusts met with your own.

Instinct took over and Miyuki’s thrusts turned frantic, and you knew where it was leading. But you also didn’t find it in you to deny him once more. Probably mostly, because what he did with those hips of his, felt good. And you just couldn’t bear to stop him, for either of your sakes. Instead, you wound your legs a little tighter around his middle and pulled him closer, drawing a deep groan from him. His lips found your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, right above your beating pulse. Your walls tightened around him drawing him in further.

“I can’t—”

“I know,” you moaned, cutting him off before he could finish speaking. One of your hands snaked down between you, reaching for your clit, and rubbing circles around your nub.

“I need—” Miyuki tried pulling back, but you only tightened your hold on him further. Clamping down and pushing him closer with your legs around his body.

“Do it,” you urged into his ear and dug your fingers harder into his skin.

“What’re—Please—” His hips ground against you, as your legs held him firmly against you until you could no longer fit your hand in between you two, not letting him pull back. Rolling his hips in small circles against you, his moans turned high-pitched. Whiny. “Let—Let me out, I’m gonna—”

“Come on, cum for me, Pretty Boy.” Miyuki’s teeth sunk into your shoulder and his eyes screwed shut, drilling into you hard. You clenched around him once more, and he let you go with a loud moan. One hand slid into his hair and pulled his lips to yours in a wet clash. Then you pulled back. “Cum for me.”

“Shit—you f—Okay, fine!” Miyuki ground his hips against you harder, and the blissed grin on your face told him, that this was exactly what you’d wanted all along. “Take all—all of it—” With stuttering hips and his vision blurring. White. He clenched his teeth, as he released inside of you, painting your insides, and fucking his cum into you deeper. Your own head thrown back as his thrusts start to slow.

Coming down from his high, he seemed to realize you hadn’t reached your edge, and from the sheepish look on his face, you knew he felt bad. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Yes, he came too fast and the both of you knew, but you also both knew that he was very new to this, so a little bit of encouragement seemed fitting. So, you sent him a smirk and clenched down on his softening cock, before he had the chance to pull out.

“Don’t worry,” you told him, rocking your hips against him, and feeling his cock twitching inside. “There’s always round two, Pretty Boy.”

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you for reading ♡

[no1frogfan]

Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting 3

Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kita, Aran x afab reader

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MDNI, p in v, mirror sex, (very) light degradation, not really breath play but 1 tiny neck squeeze, anal sex, threesome, oral (m & f receiving), creampie (pretty much always), the boys smell good (ALWAYS)

Word count: ~1.5k

Note: Not huge on Oikawa normally, but had a lot of fun writing him here. Happy early birthday to Aran <3. If you enjoyed this, you may thank ix for sending me Miyuki bulge art that turned me into a mess of horny goo

the orig boys | more boys

You hear a loud thump followed by muffled cursing from the other side of the wall. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on your door. Standing there is a very pretty brown-haired man with a pout on his face. When you tell him your friend’s not home and you’re just cat-sitting, he introduces himself as Oikawa Tooru and asks you for help instead. “I’d normally ask Iwa-chan (you have no idea who that might be), but he has the audacity to be out of the country right when I need to hang up these curtains,” he whines. First, you’re stunned by how handsome he is, then, you’re floored by the glamor of his apartment, but nothing prepares you for his bedroom — sure, there’s a huge bed, elegant furniture, and a literal chandelier, but none of these catch your eye as much as the two walls covered floor-to-ceiling in mirrors. You’ve never understood mirrors in the bedroom, but to each their own, you suppose, as Oikawa rambles on about the curtains — color or fabric or weight or whatever.

He insists that you stay for a drink, or two, or three as he regales you with tales of his professional volleyball career in Argentina and how he’s back in Japan for good now, sitting way too close to you on his fancy leather couch, thighs almost touching, one arm slung casually behind you. He’s much sweeter and funnier than his bratty demeanor first led you to believe, and you let yourself be charmed by him, let your senses be filled by his warm brown eyes, easy laughter, spiced cologne. Because there’s only one thing on your mind since you helped him hang those curtains up: what would it be like to be filled with him? And your breathing shallows, thighs clenching at the thought.

Ever observant, Tooru doesn’t miss the signs, which is how he knows you’d respond eagerly when he leans in to bite at your neck, guiding you to the bedroom. And now as he splays you open in his lap, you understand the appeal of the mirrors. You don’t just hear and feel the squelch of your sopping cunt every time he plunges up into you, you see every tremor of your body on full display, you see his hands palming your breasts, you appreciate the sheer size of them as he wraps his fingers around your neck and gives you a light squeeze. You see your pussy lips trembling, your cum and his running down his balls and pooling into a dark wet stain on the sheets. You see his chin resting on your shoulder, forehead sweaty, lips moving as he purrs into your neck about how good you’re taking him, how you’re being such a perfect little fucktoy just for him. You’re exhausted after so many rounds, but when you try to lean your head back to rest on him, he tsks, wrapping one calloused hand around your jaw to yank your chin back down. “Ah ah, eyes on me,” he orders as he reaches down to slap your throbbing clit, “watch me make this slutty pussy cum one more time.”

“Come here, c’mon boy!” You bend over and slap your thighs invitingly, trying to act like everything’s fine. Everything’s normal! You’re just playing around in the park! But Bacon sees through your lies. He knows you’re just trying to leash him, and he’s decided that being chased is way more fun than being caught. He runs off again with a muddy splash and you straighten up with a groan. This is your fault, really. You should’ve been more careful clipping his harness on this morning, but he really needed to go outside and you were basically still asleep as you pulled on some sweatpants and shuffled out. You’re just starting to accept that today will be miserable when you hear a husky “Need some help with Bacon?” You stiffen as a tall man with spiky black hair approaches you, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. He introduces himself as Iwaizumi Hajime, your friend’s neighbor. Ah, so that’s why he knows Bacon.

By the time you two catch him, he’s rolled in 3 more mystery puddles and has basically become a foul swamp creature. Iwaizumi very kindly carries him back to your friend’s apartment and helps you bathe him too. After you both clean yourselves up, you cook him lunch as a small thanks and the two of you get to chatting. He tells you he’s an Olympic trainer. So that’s why all you want him to do is pin you down and fuck you senseless. You wet your lips as your mind wanders, your eyes raking over his broad shoulders and burly thighs. He clears his throat, that smirk tugging at his lips again when he asks you if you “Like what you see?”

Oh, you definitely do. If you could have a single coherent thought right now, you’d thank your lucky stars as your knees are pinned against your ears and your shoulders are pressed awkwardly against the back of the couch, a continuous whine of “oh fuck— fuck— oh my g— fuck Hajim—mm so good—” spilling out from your mouth as a wall of Iwaizumi looms over you. He angles himself with each thrust to hit that spot inside your clenching pussy that has your eyes rolling back. He teases one finger against your asshole, gingerly slipping it in when he hears you moan, pushing you over the edge for what feels like the hundredth time. It’s obviously not just the athletes themselves that have Olympic-level stamina because Iwaizumi is immediately ready to go again, pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance of your ass. You shudder and wiggle against him, letting out a pleased sigh as he presses inside, his eyes locked on yours for any sign of discomfort. There’s none as you encourage him, the slick of your combined cum dripping down and easing him in. He thumbs your clit, helping you adjust to the size of him before he starts to move slowly, struggling to maintain a slow pace as you spasm around his cock. His thrusts get faster and sloppier despite himself, “Fuck not so tight—,” he chokes out as your legs begin to shake and you writhe beneath him on the brink of another orgasm.

You don’t think you can get any luckier when you find out your temporary neighbor is Ojiro Aran. He heard you were housesitting and came around on your first day to offer his help should you need it. (You’re normally not into goatees, but Aran might have singlehandedly changed your mind.) Between his soft smiles and his habit of drinking coffee shirtless on the balcony every morning, you’re already feeling blessed every day. But it turns out, you can get luckier, and you do, when suddenly a second shirtless man joins him. “Kita Shinsuke, I’m visiting for a few days.” Between the two of them, the number of wet dreams you have suddenly skyrockets.

You learn they both used to play on the same volleyball team, and that Aran now plays professionally while Shinsuke is a rice farmer. Someone else they used to play with is now on the Olympic team, and Kita is in town to attend a practice game. They invite you along despite your protests that you know nothing about volleyball, patiently explaining the basics during the match. All of you end up having a ton of fun. The three of you grab drinks and takeout from a famous onigiri restaurant you’ve been dying to try (somehow they know the owner there too) and unwind together after a long day. Aran and Shinsuke are both so easy to talk to that you start to feel too comfortable, too honest, and apologetically confess to having way too many sex dreams about them.

It certainly seems like your apology is accepted as they press their hands and lips all over you, pinching your thighs and gently mouthing at your chest. Aran’s stare almost burns you as he watches Shinsuke grip your thighs, holding you down on his face while his tongue skillfully coaxes another orgasm from you. Your vision clouds as you ride it out, babbling about how much you want them both inside you. They would never deny you. Aran gently presses you forward so you’re bent over Shinsuke, eagerly lapping at the salty precum dripping from his tip. Aran positions himself behind you. He eases into your dripping pussy, you moan through a mouthful of Kita, and Kita whines into your cunt. The sensations are overwhelming now as Aran drives into you, fingers bruising your hips as his balls slap against you, driving Kita’s cock further down your throat. Kita’s mouth and tongue busy themselves with sucking and lapping at your clit. You feel Shinsuke buck up into your throat, load after load of hot cum gush into your mouth while Aran rails you, a shuddering groan vibrates against your folds building the tension in your core again. “Just like that baby,” one of them groans out between clenched teeth as you tip over the edge one more time.

[prettyiwa]

Just want a silly guy (Eijun, Kazuya, Yuki, Chris) to say ily while inside the guts 😭 the universe is just cruel

It's a very cruel universe T^T

I'll share a thought I had the other week that's just been sitting in the back of my mind like it's not causing damage

Miyuki Kazuya/AFAB!Reader

Content Tags: Cockwarming, Miyuki can be a brat when needy, mentions of biting, mentions of manhandling

~580 words

Working at home while Kazuya's in the off-season or injured or whatever else would be such a pain. It'd be nice at first, but eventually, he'd grow restless while you still have work.

He just needs attention. He oozes neediness. You're right there and you look so good and it doesn't take much before he's imagining the way you feel around his cock and that neediness turns into brattiness.

Interrupting you while you work for food or "just a quick question" or a "What? Can't I hang out in the same room as my partner?," it turns into him looking over your shoulder while you work and calling out to you right around the time you start to get into the groove with your typing (without fail). And when none of that works, he starts the dirty talk.

Leaning in close and whispering in your ear how he wants to feel you around him, how it's like you're made just for him, how you make him crazy with all of your pretty noises and the way you look when you cum. He knows he's affecting you. He knows you're growing wet by the way you shift your thighs together. He doesn't fail to bring this to your attention.

And he thinks he's finally won when you look at him and there's that familiar fire in your eyes.

"Fine. Fine, Kazuya. Since you're being so needy right now—"

"I'm not being needy." You don't respond, merely looking at him as you push yourself from your desk. "I'm not."

"How about this: I'll cockwarm you while I finish up. You don't move, you don't talk, you don't fuck me until I'm done."

"Is that supposed to be a challenge?"

"Shut it, Kazuya. You do that and let me finish and then I'm all yours. You can fuck me however you want. Any position. Anywhere in the house. I'm yours. Sound good?"

You sit on him and he immediately bucks into you on reflex because holy fucking shit do you feel so good. He can't help himself. But you slap his arm and tell him to behave.

It's not until you explain just how much work he's kept you from doing that he realizes what you've done.

Every time he twitches, you pause, giving him a warning glance before starting the section over completely. Every time he whines, you take it as an opportunity to take a break and fuck around on your phone.

It doesn't help that you squeeze him, both consciously and subconsciously. It doesn't help that you wiggle when you're feeling restless. It definitely doesn't help when you make little noises of frustration when you get stuck.

You give him a little treat, kinda, in letting him wrap his arms around your torso, letting him hold you to him as he continually suppresses the urge to pick you up and bend you over your increasingly annoying and insulting desk.

He could.

It'd be easy. He could grab you by the hips and fuck you until he's the only thing you're thinking of, just like how he wanted in the beginning. He feels the way you're drooling around him, your juices coating his thighs and his balls. He feels the way you respond each time he twitches. He knows that he could bite into your shoulder and fuck you until you forget you were trying to work and that you'd both be happier for it.

But he really, really doesn't want to lose.

Daiya no Ace Masterlist

[heaven-s-black-box]

File- NSFW

One night, you stumble across a locked file in the archives. A warning appears when you try to open it. It would be wise to head the warning, but no one's around to stop you and the head researcher knows that telling you off isn't going to do anything. (She knows, she was in your shoes once too)

Back to directory

Positive Reinforcement- Ganyu x fem!Reader

Includes- fluff, slight plot, praise, fingering, one mention of panty gag

Pleasurable Destruction- Phantyla!Tingyun x afab-enby!Reader

Includes- slight plot, non-con, sadistic!Tingyun, slight blood, biting/scratching, dacryphilia, wrist restraint, fingering, choking, overstimulation

Stress relief- Agent Washington x fem!Reader

Includes- slight plot, cumming in clothes

Desecration- Dainsleif x fem!Reader

Includes- No plot, public sex, voyeurism, sacrilegious, creampie

Do it Better- Dansleif x fem!Reader

Includes- No plot, ambiguous relationship, masturbation, a dildo, fingering, eating out, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie

How to Date Fuck a Dragon- Ganyu x fem!dragon!Reader

Includes- plot, mentions of heat, half-dragon form, ripping of clothes, mention of breeding

Home- Zhongli x wife!Reader

Includes- plot, half dragon form Zhongli, slight angst(?), oral (f receiving)

Homecoming- Dan Heng x boyfriend!Reader

Includes- slight plot, bottom Dan Heng, Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng, blow job, anal

Sparks- Lisa x Diluc (valentines event)

Includes- very little plot, blow job, public sex

Blurred Lines- Sunday x fem!Reader (Valentine's event)

Includes- slight plot, not much smut (sorry), office sex, fem receiving oral

Unwinding- Lumine x fem!Reader

Includes- plot, fluff, bath sex, fingering, oral (reader receiving)

Pact- Dainsleif x fem!Reader x traveler!Lumine

Includes- plot if you squint, FFM Threesome, NO DAIN X LUMINE (Do not read this expecting DainLumi), Oral (both F & M receiving), voyeurism, Reader gets called brat, talk of punishment, abyss!Aether x Reader at the end

Notes

General- Miyuki Kazuya, Kuramochi Youichi, Mei Narumiya

[terriblesportsimagines]

>:))

top 5 fave animes?

top 5 fave knb matches?

top 5 fave requests u’ve gotten?

top 5 fave things about your fave character?

Oh man, this is a really long post that took me hours to write XD I apologize for the length and the going a little nuts over a character not from a series I write this blog for ^-^'

Here we go~

Top 5 fave animes (this is hard btw lmao it tends to change over time XD)

Tokyo Revengers

Daiya no Ace

Naruto

Kuroko no Basket

Yuri on Ice

Remembering all the anime I've watched is haaard. and 'fave' is transitory lol. The above five are the one's I've rewatched out of love. There are a bunch that I love but that were just short one-season things that I never wrote anything for like My Roomate is a Cat, and Kotaro Lives Alone, Gakuen Babysitters and Record of Ragnarok.

But honorable mentions go to OG/or high-fave anime that I still write for:

Gundam Wing

Yu-Gi-Oh

Herioc Legend of Arislan

Eyeshield 21

Days

Top 5 fave knb matches

Seirin vs Rakuzan

Too vs Kaijo

Seirin vs Shutoku

Seirin vs Yozen

Seirin vs Too

Top 5 fave requests

This is really hard because there are SO MANY, and there is only one that really sticks out. I went back through my asks and it took so long XD

Kominato Ryousuke x Reader x Kuramochi Youichi smut

GoM play laser tag

Ryousuke, Mochi and Miyuki react to s/o's cheesy pick up lines

Akashi's son goes to kindergarten

Lemony Yamato, Kakei, and Marco

Making out headcanons with Phichit, Guanghong and Yurio

Top 5 fave things about my fave character

Okay, so trying to choose ONE character is really hard... I'm going to go with Mikey from TR because he's my current fave lol

He can be incredibly loyal, especially when he's younger. He will throw down with anyone that talks shit or hurts his gang or any of it's members. Of course, loses this some over time as he gets darker

He's beautiful, and adorable, no matter which timeline Mikey it is. Looks wise, my least favorite is serial killer!Mikey cause black hair looks weird on him, as black hair often does on blonds. My fave is either first!timeline adult Mikey, or pre-serial killer Mikey, when he has the short blond hair.

He loves deeply and fiercely. This is why he breaks a little more every time he loses someone, until his final loss and he gives in completely to the darkness. His inability to deal with his lost loved ones is the corner stone of why he goes dark (even with the revelations of the last few chapters)

He's so badass, but like, super childish at the same time? He rides the fine like between capability and being taken care of. Like he can stand up and be independent, and is the BOSS, but if there are others around that will wait on him, he will take advantage lol

His ambition and leadership qualities. Mikey knows himself, he knows the darkness and knows the path he's headed towards -- it was the path he chose. Because he knows himself, and because he's loyal and loves his friends, he leaves them to keep them safe, mostly from himself.

Mikey is so complex, but at his heart, he's a loyal, loving boy/man that was hurt over and over until he was forced to harden himself to survive. He's childish in some cases (mostly when he's a 14/15 year old baby), but he grows through out the course of the series (sadly, just not for the better). He lost literally everyone closest to him, and really is a product of a life of tragedy and pain. This is why I think he's one of most sympathetic villains I've ever read, and the mangaka has done a great job with the story telling, for the most part.

/End rant cause I could go on forever.