#spicy haikyuu

[ymguchis]

23 : 39 — thinking of... kunimi fingering you ˙˖𓏲 ִֶָ

the idea of him doing this makes me go feral fr. just imagine this...

him sitting on the couch, exhausted from today's practice and with a face of disgust and annoyance (although we all know how much he likes to see you squirm when he has his fingers deep inside your wet pussy) and you sitting on his lap, your hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself and have a ground wire. your legs would be trembling slightly from the agile and fast way in which his fingers move inside you, sharply hitting that point inside you that makes you see stars and roll your eyes. his other hand has a stern death grip on your hip, trying to hold you in place.

his movements would definitely be sloppy and lazy, almost as if he didn't feel like doing what he's doing right now, but you both know that he just wants you to cum to make himself proud and that he likes nothing more than to watch your face distorted by pleasure. kunimi for sure would snort angrily and roll his eyes at how loud your moans are or because you're moving on top of him too much, but you can't help it. His eyes look at you as if judging you but you couldn't care less 'cause, girl, you're having what you wanted!!

all that would come out of his mouth would be demeaning and mean words, growls and taunts about how needy you are for him. his deep and low tone of voice due to exhaustion all it does is turn you on even more. His brow furrows when your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling it hard, or when your panting grows louder by the second. but he really makes that face to hide that he actually thinks you look beautiful on top of him, lost in the pleasure he's offering you with just his fingers.

his fingers come out and enter your pussy with carelessness and speed. the splash of your wet pussy and your moans fill the room and you can't think about anything but cum. your whole body is on fire with pleasure, shivers run down your spine from how good it feels. your face is hidden in kunimi's neck. you can feel how your orgasm is growing little by little and suddenly, Akira's thumb starts caressing your clitoris with caressy circles. waves and waves of pleasure spread through your trembling body and moans leave your mouth like a mantra, your arousal wetting all over kunimi's hand. he doesn't stop his assault on your clit until you reach down to grab his wrist and pull him away.

you move a few inches away from him to look into his eyes. Kunimi looks at his hand and fingers filled with your essence for a few seconds and then looks at you while he wipes his hand on your shirt. You can't help but let out a laugh when you see what he does. then, a satisfied smile appears on your face when you see his brows still slightly furrowed. you spread kisses along his face in thanks and you can feel his expression soften little by little. the corners of his lips lift in a small smile. you can tell he has something on his mind.

"I'm already sleepy, but you could help me feel even more tired" kunimi says with a suggestive tone. his eyes looking at the ground briefly with implicit but clear intentions. let's say that you're immediately on your knees yk.

THIS MAN MAKES ME CRAZY. I love him sm

this is not well narrated at all but I wanted to share this thought with you guys. reblogs and comments are welcome <3

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

You Don’t Even Know My Name

Tsukishima x You Drabbles (on ao3)

Rated 18+ MDNI | female reader

“You’re such an asshole,” you grunt through your teeth.

He’s got you pinned up against the wall in bathroom of the club he works at. The deep bass of the music vibrating through the walls, tickling your hard nipples as he presses his hips against your ass.

“That’s the name of the game, babe,” he laughs in your ear, licking up the curve and breathing heavily into your hair.

The club is called ‘@hole,’ pronounced asshole, and is the first of its kind where the bartenders insult you and the dancers flip you off, a dumb gag to attract tourists. And all night, while your group of college friends kept ordering drinks, he would make snarky comments to you. Calling you dirty little whores for taking down three shots, one after the other. Saying that your mouth is open for business.

“Fuck you,” you grunt, rolling your hips back on his hard cock.

He had cornered you in the hallway on your way to the bathroom and shoved you into the single stall. You had been eye fucking him all night, matching his snark and playing along, almost begging him to find you in the dark hallway.

“Is this what you wanted, huh? For me to fuck you in this disgusting club?”

You feel his teeth sink into your bare shoulder as he grinds his dick between your clothed ass cheeks. The fabric stunting the friction you so desperately crave.

“Fucking get on with it,” you spit, grasping behind you at the waistband of his tight jeans, urging him to take you right here.

“Shut the fuck up, you little slut,” he growls again. “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll forget your own name.”

Panting against the cold stone wall, you hear him undo his pants and then his hands are on your thighs, dragging them up, agonizingly slow, under your skirt. Your panties are already soaking wet as he pulls the thin fabric aside.

“Fuck, you’re already dripping for me aren’t you, you fucking whore,” he groans as you feel his fingers slide through your wet slit, rubbing your lips and jutting his long middle finger inside of you.

“Fuck,” you breathe agains the wall, your lips dragging down the flat surface as you tense around his finger. “Hurry up, and fuck me,” you moan, unable to wait any longer.

“Think you can handle it? Your sweet little pussy feels so tight around my finger,” he muses, licking the teeth marks he left behind on your shoulder.

“Fuck. Me. Asshole,” you annunciate, rolling your hips back with each word.

“Oh, you’ve done it now, slut,” he growls in your ear, coating his rock hard cock with your slick from his fingers and lining his tip up to your hole.

Without any hesitation he thrusts his entire cock into you, forcefully shoving in every inch, to the base. You yelp and clench around him, hearing him groan behind you.

“Yes,” you breathe, pounding the wall with your fists as he pulls out and fucks you harder against the wall.

You feel a hot wave of pleasure building in the pit of your stomach as he slams into you over and over. One hand lifting your thigh up to fuck you deeper, the other laced between your fingers as you press into the wall.

Arching your back, your head falls onto his shoulder and he kisses your parted lips, wet and messy as he licks the moans out of your mouth.

“Fuck me harder,” you beg as his hips slap against yours. The lewd sounds being swallowed up but the loud music in the background.

“Don’t tell me what to do, you slut. You’ll take what I give you,” he hisses, turning you around to face him. His hands fall from your hips to grab your ass and lift you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Shoving himself back into you, deep and hard, you gasp against his lips. Letting him bounce you on his cock as you pull at his long blond locks, turning his head to press hot, wet kisses on his neck, moaning into his skin.

“Kei,” he mumbles, groaning as you clench around him, so close to your climax.

“Wha?” Your brain can’t comprehend what he said as he fucks you so good back into the wall.

“My name,” he pants. “Say it. I wanna hear you scream my name when I make you cum.”

Your eyelids flutter as he shifts your hips, pressing against the sweet spot inside of you, trying to will your mind to form the letters of his name on your lips.

“Kei,” you moan in his ear. Feeling his hips thrust faster and deeper inside of you as he grips your hips, you feel the pressure about to explode as his demands you to say his name again and again, hitting that deep spot inside of you each time you say it.

“Kei, I’m gonna-“ you shout, tightening around him as he feels his own orgasm rip through him.

Holding you in his arms, you huff a laugh, making him whip his head up and glare at you. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“You don’t even know my name,” you laugh, hopping off of him as you adjust your skirt.

“Yeah I do,” he smirks, pulling up his pants and buttoning them back up.

“Oh do you?” You smirk back at him, continuing to play his little game.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Slut,” he winks at you.

“Fuck you,” you shake your head at him, thrusting your middle finger in the air as you unlock the door.

“You just did,” he calls after you.

“Come find me on the dance floor,” you say over your shoulder. “If you wanna know my name.”

Later on the dance floor, you feel familiar hands wrap around your waist from behind you. Leaning back into his chest, you let your head fall to his shoulder.

“So?” He whispers into your ear. “What’s your name?”

Running your fingers through his hair as you slowly dance against him, you close your eyes as your lips meet his, ignoring his question.

“Did I really fuck you so good, you forgot?” He laughs, gripping your hips and pulling you back into him even more.

“Shut up and dance,” you whisper, grinding on his already hard cock again.

[ticklishfanart]

Kuroo is probably very good at his office job, but like, what if he wasn’t, and then his coworkers tied him up and tickled him??? What if that happened huh?? I love stupid fantasies like this. Tickling can be a punishment for anything and everything.

Also I was too lazy to draw four random office worker lers so you’re going to have to deal with nonsensical floating arms

[osamusriceballs]

Birthday surprise

Hinata x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,3 k

Warnings: A bit NSFW

About: You have a nice birthday surprise for your boyfie~

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved human tangerine. I love him so much and I wish him the bestest birthday ever~

"Shoyo, what are you doing there? You need to get ready."

"Oh, sorry, I'm coming. I was just checking my phone. I got a message from y/n."

Hinata freezes.

A state that is almost unnatural for him. It is indeed a message from you - or rather a picture. With you in it. Barely clothed, wearing only white underwear and orange stockings - as bright as his hair. No words added, just you laying there seductively on his bed in lingerie, presenting your body to the camera in a way that makes all his blood rush south.

Holy... he instantly darkens the screen, quickly looking over his shoulder to see if someone looked at his phone. And indeed, he faces an equally stunned Atsumu, whose eyes are still fixated on Hinata's darkened screen. A few seconds pass and neither of them moves. The only sounds right now come from their teammates who have already started their training. Until Hinata's screen gives up and turns fully black.

"Uhm..." Atsumu awkwardly coughs and looks away, a faint tint of pink on his cheeks. "I guess you're going to have a fun birthday night, Shoyo-kun."

It's impossible for Hinata's face to turn even redder at this point. Even his ears are burning, and he laughs awkwardly to mask his inner panic. "What makes you think that?"

Atsumu's face drops, and Hinata internally wishes to sink into the ground for saying something as stupid as that. Why did he focus more on this instead of just changing the topic? "Do you really want me to say it out loud?" A slight grin now forms on Atsumu's face, and Hinata regrets speaking even more. Damn, he regrets ever learning how to speak at all.

"Please don't-"

"Don't sweat it, Shoyo-kun. I'd be happy to have a girl like y/n send pictures like that. Do you think I'll ever find someone who wears hot stuff in my hair color? Maybe I should go back to black. I like that whole black and lacy stuff, but then I'd look like that ugly shithead Samu. Or red. Red's hot too. I don't know if I'd look good in red. What do you mean, Shoyo-kun?"

While Atsumu is busy rambling, Hinata quickly takes his phone and buries it in his bag. He'll take the time to look at the picture during their break. Probably take his phone with him to the restroom to have a proper look. But even the short glimpse he just had is enough to get him riled up and longing for you. Longing to touch you, to feel the soft fabric and your even softer skin under his fingers. He wants to properly thank you for wearing this set just for him and to hear you softly say his name after he kisses you. He knows he won't be able to focus now because of you.

"Shoyo? Are you listening?" The sudden snarl of the blonde in front of him makes him perk up his head, his cheeks still incredibly warm and red.

"Oh, sure, Miya-san. Red is a nice color."

Atsumu blankly stares at him, and Hinata wonders how long he zoned out. He only faintly remembers Atsumu talking about hair colors. "Yer hopeless."

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't. And don't ya dare to let my good sets go to waste today. I'll make ya regret it, Shoyo-kun."

Hinata nervously smiles and quickly jogs to the court, ignoring Atsumu right behind him and hoping that he'll forget what he saw. After all, that picture was only meant for his eyes and his eyes alone.

_____________

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

The stress in Hinata's voice is evident. You don't know if you have ever heard him so depressed before.

"The picture you sent me," he starts, and the blood drains from your face. Your fingers clutch around the phone in your hand tightly, and you involuntarily press the device harder against your ear.

"Did you not like it? I'm sorry, I'll just delete it. We can pretend it never happened. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." You nervously fidget with the hem of the straps, mentally burning the damn lingerie in a bonfire.

"What? No, no! Don't delete that picture. I've been hard ever since I saw it. I love it."

Your cheeks warm at his sudden confession and the way he casually tells you something explicit. He probably doesn't even realize how hot he sounds.

"It's just... when I opened it, Miya-san was right behind me. He saw it too. I'm so sorry. I know that you trust me, and I don't want to break your trust. Can you forgive me? I would never show these kinds of pictures to my friends. Please believe me!"

It takes you a few seconds to fully understand what he's telling you.

"Baby? Are you still here? Please say something. I didn't- please-"

"Shoyo, it's fine. It's okay. I still trust you. I should have told you that you need to look at the picture in private. I don't mind." You smile at his concern, at the way he's always trying to make everything right, to be the perfect boyfriend. But that sometimes puts a lot of stress on him.

"You know that I love you, right? That won't change a thing. And I'm pretty sure that Miya-san will never mention it, especially not in front of me. Deep down, he's actually very considerate and nice, even though he doesn't often show that side."

The exhale of relief on the other side makes you smile a little, and you're glad that he feels better now.

"I love you too, y/n. Thank you. Thank you for being so patient and understanding with me."

"Hey, it's your birthday after all. I can't be mad at my birthday boy. And, um... I've got some more pictures if you want to see them? I even made a short video of me... um... doing things." You feverishly blush at the end of your words, now clutching the sheets underneath your hand while you wait for his answer.

Hinata's tone is more dark and serious when he answers, and damn, it's always so hot to hear him talk like this. "What kind of things? I think I need to know before you send something. You have to be very specific."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a slight shiver runs down your body. "I... touched myself. I thought about how you'd do it and touched my breasts, and then rubbed my... clit." You're proud of how steady these words come from you, and he releases a deep breath before he answers.

"Oh? What a good girl you are for me. How about you send me those pictures and videos, and I'll send you some in return? Show you what you do to me. And when I'm home, I want you to show me everything you did again. I need to see if you're properly touching yourself for me when I'm not there. Understand, baby?"

You only manage to nod breathlessly, a soft hum escaping your lips at his words, and the tingling feeling between your legs starts to make your mind dizzy.

"Shoyo, when will you come home? I need you." You can basically hear how he runs his hand through his wild orange hair in frustration because he can't be with you right now.

"Just two more hours. Can you manage, baby? Can you prep yourself for me? And when I come home, I'll get my present, nice and wet for me?"

You nod your head and quickly gasp a "yes-" already anticipating the moment he will come home.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a good girl on my birthday. I have to go, but make sure to send me those pictures, okay? I'll see you soon."

"Okay, Shoyo. I love you."

"I love you more." You quickly select the pictures in your camera roll and press send, only to receive an immediate response consisting of three pictures showing the rock-hard bulge underneath his tight boxers while he has his shirt between his teeth to expose his chest. A quick message follows that almost makes you drop the phone.

"Can't wait to see you, baby."

[karenkm-art]

There's is no better heat, than human heat ❤️‍🔥

My piece for the Haikyuu "They Were Roommates" Mini Bang, hosted on Twitter.

Drawing based on Wolvie's story "𝗕𝗼𝗱𝘆-𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀" on Ao3

[koushuwu]

Kink Collection - x Reader edition: Size Kink

18 + content

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader

tags/cw: size kink, afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns, use of baby and pretty as pet names, tears, pain/pleasure, praise. let me know if i forgot anything.

word count: 696

a/c: third installment of the x reader kink collection. these last two ones are a bit shorter than the first, but i was planning on somewhere between 1-3 pages for each, and i want to focus on the specific kink of each peace, so i’d rather keep them at that. finally got a little bit of motivation actually write this piece instead of just having it in my head, so that’s lovely!

Matsukawa Issei always loved taking you from behind. For one, because it made it easier for him to sink just a little bit deeper into you. But mostly, he loved it because it gave him the full display of how his fat cock stretched you out to the absolute limit. The little sounds you made as he drilled into you, and the jiggle of your asscheeks. Euphoric, really.

But there was one thing he enjoyed even more. Matsukawa Issei was absolutely and utterly [weak] for those times where he managed to coax you into going on top. Not only could he watch his cock splitting you open, but he could see your face as it did. And that was something he could never, ever get tired of. Never get enough of.

As he was lying back against the headrest of the bed, he watched you intently as you straddled his hips. The bed dipped under your knees as you lowered yourself on Matsukawa’s cock. You were going slow, and Matsukawa knew better than to rush you. For both of your sakes. He knew that you often felt insecure being on top. It was an exposing position, and he wouldn’t want you to give up the endeavor of taking him all in. Also letting you take it slow gave him even more time to savor the moment and to watch you.

You sunk down a little further, wincing slightly at the burn. Matsukawa’s hands settled on your hips, fingers digging in slightly.

“Issei—“

“You’re doing good, baby.” Matsukawa rubbed your skin soothingly with his thumb. “Keep going.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as Matsukawa guided you further down. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t as patient as he would like to believe he was. He tried though. He really did try but if there was something he loved more than absolutely anything, it was watching your face contort at the stretch of his cock. The tears that my brimmed your lower lashes at the drag of his heavy cock against your walls. He wanted to be good. He really did. But his fingers and we wanted something even more. He bucked his hips.

You threw your head back as Matsukawa’s cock punched a moan from your lungs. He did it again. It burned, but it also felt good. Really good. Even more so, when he gently cupped your cheek with one hand, and tilted your head back to face him.

“Such a good girl,” his words came out strained as he held your cheek in his hand. You clenched your teeth, unable to stop the tears already welling up in your eyes. “Taking me so well.”

The filthy sounds that fell from your lips a witness to the pleasure that dominated the sting as he drilled into you from below.

“Is—Issei—“ Your hands fisted in the t-shirt he was still wearing. Maybe you would have wondered why he was still wearing a shirt when you were completely naked; boobs jiggling with the force of his thrusts. But you didn’t. He filled you up so well. “so full of you,” you babbled and a smirk grew on Matsukawa’s face.

“Yeah?” he questioned, slightly breathless. “You like that?”

“Yes,” you chimed, voice no more than a moan as Matsukawa angled a particularly rough thrust right against the most private spot inside of you.

“So tight,” he coos, as his gaze dropped to where the two of you connected. To where your sloppy hole made a mess of his cock. He watched as his shaft disappeared and reappeared into you again and again.

“Fuck—“ your swear snapped Matsukawa’s attention back to your face where a single tear had slipped from your eye. His hips stuttered as he slowed.

“Are you—“

“Keep going,” you demanded, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. He might be a cocky shit, and he might enjoy the sight of your wet glassy eyes as he fucked you. Split you open. But he never wanted to make you cry. And you knew that. But you couldn’t help it. It was just so good.

“But—“

“Issei, please!” Matsukawa bit his lip at your plea.

“Alright, pretty.” And he obliged.

[star-struck01]

A Little Spice in the Kitchen

You get home after a stressful day at work to the gorgeous sight of your boyfriend cooking in the kitchen

Masterlist

(Not my photo)

(this was taken from my old account @the-bumble-isnt-beeing and I revamped it because it's also old and cringy, this one is definitely an improvement)

Bokuto Kōtarō x Male!Reader

Word Count: 728

Written:12/09/2020

Edited: 05/21/2023

It's slightly spicy, like a 1.5-2/5 on the spice scale. So 16+ until proven otherwise Bokuto is very if not completely ooc. Idk if there are any other content warnings, but please tell me if there are.

You had opened the door to your apartment, which you shared with Bokuto, when you caught the scent of stew wafting through the house. Your day was loaded with work, and you couldn’t wait to eat supper and then sleep with your boyfriend in your arms. You took off your shoes and coat at the door, heading into the kitchen to see what your lovely boyfriend was doing. Bokuto didn’t cook often, seeing as he was normally busy with volleyball. Except for this week, he was off. You called out to him as you rounded the corner.

"Hey, KōOoo-... Holy shit," You froze right as you entered the kitchen to a gorgeous sight. Your boyfriend was standing there at the stove in nothing but a flowery apron and tight boxers that hugged his ass and thighs. "I must be dreaming, 'cause I’m not blessed enough to see this."

Kōtarō chuckles and turns around to face you. Leaning his hands and body against the counter, he faked innocence while a light blush dusted his shoulders. "Hey y/n, how was work?"                                                                                               

You slowly walked closer, like an animal stalking its prey. His eyes watched as you rolled your sleeves up to your elbows. You stopped walking and leaned against the open archway of the kitchen, crossing your arms. "My day was shit, but it definitely got better once I entered the house." You quickly glance at the calendar to see if you might’ve forgotten something special, but nothing was written for today. You looked back at him, confused. "As much as I love this sight, why today?"

"I don’t understand; this is what I wear every day." He smiles innocently and turns back to his stew, stirring it a bit more before turning the stove off. You stand up straight and walk over to him, pressing against his back and reaching up to get bowls from the cupboard, grabbing his hip to keep the two of you balanced.

"Right, however, could I forget? I must be too tired after work today." You gave his temple a kiss and set the bowls down on the counter. "This looks absolutely delicious. Good work as always, my dear." You let go of his hip so he could dish out the supper and set the food out on the table after you set it.

"Thank you!" Kōtarō smiled widely and kissed your cheek, with you sneaking a quick and soft hit to his ass. He gasped and looked over at you, shocked, before shaking his head and sitting down with you at the table. "I love you, N/N."

"I love you too, Kō," You sat up slightly taller and smiled softly at him, saying, "And thank you for the meal." At that point, the two of you enjoyed your meal in peace. When you both finished, you offered to clean the dishes, and while cleaning them, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. "Hello Kō"

"Hey," he replied, "Are you done yet?" His hands slid up your chest to grab your shoulders.

"Almost, just a couple more. Why?" You turned your head slightly, only to see a look in his eyes. You frowned a little, as with this angle you couldn’t really tell what it was.

"Just wondering." Bokuto starts to leave soft kisses against your jaw. Once he’s finished with your jaw, he moves onto your neck, leaving marks that get bigger as he goes down. The look he had was one of lust.

"Kō…" You trail off and tilt your head to the side to give him more room. "You’re such a tease today."

"I love you too, N/N." He chuckles against your neck and moves his hands south. One undoing the buttons of your shirt and the other sliding down to the waistband of your slacks. You groan and lean into his touch, pulling your hands out of the soapy water and leaning against them on the counter.

"Can’t wait to head to the bedroom?" You push him off gently and drain the sink, turning around to face him and pulling him back to you. He shakes his head ‘No’ and starts shimmying your pants down. "Alright then." You help him push your slacks down and cup his cheek with your hand; the dishes could wait. This was definitely a better way to end the day.

[sunasite]

cw: you give atsumu a handjob, but as friends.....maybe

wc: 653

imagine being going to school with atsumu and you've never had your first kiss.

you're both nearing graduation, and in a few months, you'll be off to college, while he's doing his own volleyball thing. you're in no way disliked in your year, in fact, most people would say they're fond of you. they're comfortable calling you a friend, whether they mean it sincerely or not, but it seemed that's all you ever will be to them.

you're in your last year of high school, and you've never been in a relationship, which in turn means you've never had your first kiss. the dreams of those rom-coms you've seen as a child (and continue to watch to this day) coming to life were all thrown out the window. you thought you've accepted that fact long ago, but two of your closest friends getting into relationships at the same time helped you realize that no, maybe you aren't truly satisfied with how you spent your free time in high school.

instead of being a shut-in, and playing video games all day long, you could have been out and about socializing, and perhaps catching someone's attention (you could have been sitting in a café looking pretty, and drinking a nice, warm cup of coffee, as the cute barista your age comes up to you and tells you shyly that he's interested. but reality isn't that kind.). that certainly sounds more appealing than hitting platinum in your godforsaken video game. being a hopeless romantic and being perpetually single do not go well together— you've learned that the hard way.

most people have silently agreed that they probably will never see each other again, save for the ones coincidentally going to the same colleges. and atsumu, being the silly little guy he is, asked you for one thing before he leaves: a kiss.

"i'm only joking if you want me to be joking," he said, somehow maintaining a calm front. a sheepish smile made its way onto his face, "but if you're down for it, then i'm being entirely serious."

and in your desperation, you said yes. might as well get your first kiss out of the way, right? better now than never, and better him than anyone else. you were comfortable with each other, and you've known him long enough, so why not?

somehow, that ended up with you both agreeing to something... more intimate than a simple goodbye kiss. no, you were not sleeping with him. you think you'll give that chance to your first partner. it's important to know your value, after all.

now, your first kiss was long gone and you've lost count with how many you've exchanged. you're comfortable above him, as he sits upright against the headboard. atsumu's hand guides yours as you pump his cock at a slower pace, wanting to drag it out for a little while, neither of you willing to give in so soon. as your thumb glides over his tip, he lets out a sharp gasp.

"yeah, just like that," he mumbled into your mouth, small whimpers occasionally escaping him. you answer him with a greedy kiss, eager to feel his tongue against yours. his large hand leaves its hold on yours, generously letting you tighten your grip on him, moving quicker than before.

"ah, please... fuck," his eyebrows are knit together, eyes meeting yours as you pull away from the heated kiss, a thin string of spit connecting you. atsumu's eyes are hazy as he looks up at you, his tongue lolling out slightly. his bleach blonde hair is a proper mess, sticking out in every other way. you hear his breathing stutter, accompanying a deep red painting itself on his face.

it's a positively erotic sight, you think, and you need more.

this may not have been the most romantic way to have your first kiss, but it's definitely one to remember.

[xseiros]

i liked how my freckles came out in this pic 🥺🥺

[sir-kuroo]

|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ |

𝘽𝙊𝙆𝙐𝙏𝙊

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

@ochakourarakah :: would stroke his cock in the pace you ride his beefy thigh; that's it, baby. keep on going! keep on going! you're the best...you're...hahh...the fucking best...hnghh— kisses you as you both cum together

PLEASE ME - CARDI B FT. BRUNO MARS

Please me, baby. Turn around and just tease me, baby. You got what I want and what I need, baby.

Come on, back it up for me. Ooh, twerk it on me slowly. Come on, girl, let me put this lovin' on you.

18+ ASK GAME :: SONG MATCHUP

[plooto]

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ one night . ft. kyotani kentarou

synopsis . the alcohol was what you blamed it on, the alcohol made you do it, but you had no doubt in your mind you would do it again if given the chance.

warnings . underage but supervised drinking ! short ! quiet ! fem ! reader ! tipsy ! reader suggestive , second year ! reader .

words . 1.3k

notes . i actually really like this idea ???? please do let me know if i should do a second.

parts one , two , three , +?

the alcohol was what you blamed it on, the alcohol made you do it, but you had no doubt in your mind you would do it again if given the chance.

it was a teen party somewhere in tokyo, with drinks given and moderated by the adults, you were a little past tipsy when you stumbled into kyotani’s life.

“ easy, watch yourself, ” he held you up by your waist till you regained your balance, craning his head to look down at you. cheeks flushed, long lashes, pink plump lips and dazzling e’c eyes.

“ thanks, ” your next words tripped over themselves as you looked up to make eye contact with the gorgeous stranger in front of you. “ y- you’re ama- amazing looking.. ” you tried to yell over the music but you didn’t need, he heard every syllable that passed through your pretty lips. you tip toed breifly, the alcohol making you fidgety.

“ wanna get out of here? ” he spoke low, but enough for you to hear. you would’ve thought you sobered right then if it wasn’t for the next phrase to leave your lips weren’t:

“ only if i’m leaving with you. ” he held back a groan and looked you up and down hungrily before wrapping his large hand around your wrist and pulling you back to his room.

the door couldn’t close properly before the two of you were on each other. lips smacking and clothes strewn, outlining a path to his bed where the two of you indulged in the most sinful activities.

waking up naked and with a killer headache you turned over to go back to bed, being met with such a warm surface. you sighed in content before realization hit you.

this was not ordinary. you peeled your eyes open slowly to look at the producer—a man. but not just any many, just about the most attractive man you’ve laid your eyes on thus far. your breathing hitched for a moment, remembering people wake when they feel someone watching you looked down, your face flushing when you remembered the events of last night. quietly muttering a swear, you wiggled out of his embrace. tip toeing across the room to gather your clothes and composure, you took one last look of your mystery man before softly closing the door behind you.

making your way to your room, you leaned against your door allowing yourself to finally breathe properly. ‘ what did i just do ? ’ you asked yourself.

going back home, your dad gave you some news that make you conflicted—you’re moving.

should you want to stay here to find mystery man ? or do i want to move on like nothing happened ? which should i do ? there isn’t really a choice..

you were going to start your second year at a new school—aoba josaii in the miyagi prefecture. going to orientation, you found yourself making new friends easily. even not having grown up with them, they welcomed you with open arms. you learned a lot about your new school, the clubs, the floor plan, the kids to stay away from and the ones that were not as bad. the bad ones being the whole volleyball and basketball teams.

rank s players as your friends would describe them.

“ come, you have classes with me today, ” kai looped her arm with yours and showed you on your map where your classes were. english, avandced math, study hall and pe.

walking, you looked up and around, learning better from seeing and taking in your surroundings. siting comfortably at 5 foot, you had to look up, nearly tip toe to see the room numbers. with the help of kai, you made it to all of your classes on time. there was one class that you didn’t have with her: advanced math. she did walk you to it, which you were thankful for. the teacher introduced you to the class and you took your seat.

with the help of your new friends, first semester went smoothly, however as you couldn’t have two advanced classes in one semester, you had advanced science second semester. on the other side of the building from your previous math class. you walked, looking around to guide yourself to your class and you found it, but not before you stumbled, throwing your books on the floor to catch yourself but something did it for you. you looked up, briefly thanking the person before dusting yourself off to pick up your books. turning back, you thanked the person again before making your way to your class, cursing yourself for being so clumsy.

meanwhile the person you bumped into was speechless, ‘ it’s her.. ’ he thought to himself.

just getting off his suspension, of which he spent the whole time thinking about you and the night they met. how your eyes sparkled, how soft her skin was, how their bodies flowed together effortlessly. he cursed, hearing the bell ring.

“ mad dog ! you’re late. ” he didn’t bother entertaining the captain, quickly changing and getting on the court.

for days he didn’t see you again, not until thursday—you were at the volleyball game. he heard you cheer his number, out of everyone you were the loudest, and it stunned him for a moment, he stood with arms hanging freely at his sides. when the game was finished, he looked back to where he heard your voice from, and behold you were still there, looking towards the court, your eyes locked with his and he shot you a wink. your friends didn’t see it, they were looking towards the captain and his partner. your cheerful smile turned into a stunned look. he smirked, it was you.

after the celebrations were over, he watched you walk away with your group of friends, thighs peeking out between your socks and skirt making him shift uncomfortably in his shorts.

the next few days he spent all his free time trying to find you and days later he finds you in the library. he walks towards you, a difficult expression he made with his face combined with the chuckle he let out. he sits in front of you, tapping your paper. you jump and look up, becoming tongue tied at the sight of the man.

“ found ya. ” you didn’t have anything to say, completely stunned.

“ cat gotcha tongue ? ” you pouted at him,

“ n-no i just didn’t expect to see you here.. ” you mumbled,

“ you don’t fuckin’ know me. ” he narrowed his eyes at you, you begin packing up your school books, preparing to leave out to your sitting spot in the grass. turning back to the boy and wishing him a soft ‘ bye. ’ he stumbled to get up, chasing you with quiet curses. you push the back door open, finally getting out, but kyotani was faster, he shut the door, grabbed your wrist and pinned you to the wall with his arms on either side of your head.

“ oí ! you’re not getting away from me so easily, not again. ” you looked at him with surprise, your heart jumping to your throat. you tip toed slightly, never breaking eye contact. “ fuck.. ” he bit his lip and turned his head to the side, he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“ here. ” fishing his phone out of his pocket, shoving it towards you to put your number in it, once you took the phone from him, he stood up fully. you turned the phone back to him, looking away from him.

“ can i leave now.. ” you muttered lowly,

“ whatever. ” you moved and made it a few steps before turning to face him

“ you know, i shouldn’t be talking to you.. ” you said to him,

“ ya friends tell you that.. ? ” you held up hand up to your face to block the sun. before nodding,

“ th- they told me all about you. you and your team, ” you said

“ i’m different than my team. ” he said, not nearly as gruff as his previous statements were. you tip toed and wiggled your toes, before turning to walk away from him. and he watched you.

again.

published . april 29, 2023

[lindtluirae]

SunaOsa 🔞 | Primal Urges | rated E

The way Suna wants Osamu is feral.

It’s visceral, dirty. It’s not enough to fuck his cock into all of Osamu’s holes, he wants to devour him, to bury his face between his asscheeks, to lick and suck at it, to taste his musk as his tongue thrusts into him; as his fingers join to spread him open; as his other hand greedily jerks him.

He can’t seem to get enough, to taste enough, to wreck him enough.

Sometimes Suna buries his face in Osamu’s crotch just to feel his heavy cock on his face, to nuzzle it, to get drunk on the hot smell saturating Osamu’s briefs.

It’s not enough to pull and claw and bite into his pretty skin, to suck his delicate pink nipples raw. It’s not enough to fuck his mouth until Osamu gags, anticipating and needing to see the way his eyes water and overflow, the way he surrenders with a fucked out expression and just allows Suna to use him.

Nothing feels as satisfying as painting his face with Suna’s cum, or making Osamu lick it off Suna’s cock and swallow all of it. Nothing makes him burn more than using his fingers to push it back into Osamu’s burning body, to plug him up, to send him to work with his ass full of Suna’s seed, only to wait for Osamu to return to fuck another load into him.

If Osamu had a womb, Suna would have fucked a baby into him by now.

He sears his handprints into his ass, and pulls at his hair until Osamu’s eyes roll back—and the best part? The best part is how much Osamu needs it, how he begs for it.

The way he craves being railed to within an inch of his life like a cockslut who can’t get enough.

“Look at you,” Suna growls as Osamu shakes with the vibrations rocketing through him. His thighs are spread obscenely wide as he balances precariously on his trembling knees.

He strains to keep himself upright, the red rope standing out starkly over his lightly tanned skin, framing his tits so prettily.

Suna’s camera captures all of it on video; Osamu’s desperate, hot huffs of air. His trembling torso, his eyes lowered as he submits to his pleasure and gyrates his hips shamelessly.

He makes the sweetest noises; grunting as his hips jerk forward in an obscene imitation of fucking into a wet hole.

Yes, Suna thinks hazily. There it is. That hungry look. Osamu is right where he wants him.

Suna has filmed Osamu his entire life, yet, never like this.

His eyes stray to Osamu crotch again, to the way his cock threatens to spill out of the gaping waist of his unzipped pants. Suna holds his breath in anticipation as it kicks and and jolts.

“Does it feel good baby?” Suna’s voice is rough and low with arousal; it makes Osamu growl needly in his chest, his head falling back as a shudder works its way down his spine. “Just look at you… looking like a gift wrapped up so prettily for me.”

The blush in Osamu’s cheeks now burns in his ears, the sweetest of reds.

“Rin…” Osamu squeezes his eyes shut. He looks gone, his eyes already hazy and unfocused.

“You must be feeling so good,” Suna’s voice hitches, helplessly palming himself through his shorts. “Does it turn you on… knowing what I’m going to do with this?”

“Nghhh,” Osamu strains, panting.

Suna looms over him, using his fingers to part Osamu’s lips, to stroke them against his slick tongue. Osamu is so gone that all he can manage is to lick lazily between Suna’s finger, tasting his fingertips.

He’s sideblinded by how much he wants.

He withdraws his fingers, tipping Osamu’s chin up. He barely cares for the camera angle as he gives in to a rare, depraved urge, swiping his thumb over Osamu’s slick lips as he spits in his mouth.

Osamu moans, low and throaty, as Suna’s fingers slide in again to spread his taste over Osamu’s tastebuds. “Mine,” he growls lowly, before searing his lips on Osamu’s slack, gaping mouth.

He kisses him so deeply that he loses track of where either of them begins and ends. There’s only the primal need to devour, to take, take and take.

Osamu’s body and pleasure, and noises, are his.

It burns so wildly in his loins that he can no longer contain himself.

Suna withdraws his fingers again, this time to fumble with the waist of his shorts.

Osamu makes a raw noise, moving closer to sink his teeth in the fabric and yank it down.

It scalds, to want this much.

“Fuck,” he hisses, tangling his fingers in Osamu’s hair. “You want it that badly, baby?”

He lets Osamu slide his mouth over his clothed shaft, leaving damp spots behind as he emits hungry noises that set Suna aflame.

It’s dangerous, he thinks hazily, the way they desire each other.

Because the next thing he knows, he’s yanking his shorts down to push Osamu’s head against his crotch, and Osamu is swallowing him with hunger, taking all of him until his nose presses into Suna’s pelvis.

“Fuck,” Suna growls again, snapping his hips.

Osamu chokes, but doesn’t stop Suna.

He slackens his jaw, relaxing his throat, and looks up at Suna with such a raw, desperate expression that it punches the air out of him. “Shit, you want it so badly,” Suna rasps shakily, overcome by the needy look in Osamu’s eyes, and starts thrusting his hips.

Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick…

Suna can’t breathe, watching the way tears drip down Osamu’s cheeks in the preview of his camera.

He draws back with a slick gasp to give Osamu a moment to suck in a breath, only to push Osamu’s head into his crotch again and hold it there.

Osamu gags, his throat constricting around Suna until Suna lets him go to see the way he’s rendered him into a mess. Osamu’s chin is slick, drool coating Suna’s cock to the hilt.

Shit, he can’t get enough. He buries himself down Osamu’s throat again, thrusting hard, drinking in the sight of Osamu’s steel grey eyes clouded over by the haze of arousal and tears.

He looks as gone as Suna feels, muffling moans in Suna’s crotch, gyrating his hips with desperation.

With a start, Suna realises Osamu is coming.

He draws back to watch it happen, Osamu throwing his head back and wailing. It’s the most beautiful thing Suna has ever seen.

Shaking, he throws his camera aside to sink to his knees and yank Osamu’s pants off. In the next second, he has Osamu in his mouth, prolonging his high as he cleans him up.

It’s too much, it’s too much.

Feeling half crazed, he hauls Osamu around, pushing his face into the plush carpet as he yanks his pants beneath his ass, and plucks out the vibrator to toss aside.

Suna holds his hips, parts his cheeks, and buries his tongue between them.

Osamu’s entire body jerks, gasping out a moan as Suna fucks his tongue into him until both he and Osamu are shaking.

He’s hanging onto the edge with his fingernails when he draws back to grab his abandoned camera. He lines the tip with Osamu’s puckered hole, jerking himself in short, desperate strokes.

Suna’s head falls back with a throaty groan as he spills inside Osamu, and listens to him muffle his moans into the carpet.

It’s dangerous, he thinks again, the way Osamu makes him feral.

But Suna knows that he, just as much, brings out a side of Osamu that’s just as desperate to take apart every piece of Suna.

[ticklishfanart]

Sometimes you have to draw the exact same thing 2 times in a row! But this time more horny!!

[theantichrists-blog]

Crisps { Suna x Reader }

warning: sexual themes

y/n pov:

i sat down on his bed, a bag of crisps in my hands while i kick off my shoes. i lay back on Suna's bed, laying my bag of crisps beside me. " you enjoying my bed " suna says ty to me, i look at him, his hand on the top of the doorway, his other hand on the hem of his sweatpants, i look at him, i can see his figure though his tight white shirt that is tucked into his baggy sweatpants.

" i am, your bed is so comfy " i reply, smiling at him while pulling his blanket over my body. ". your so cute " suna says to me while walking over, he grabs my crisps and places them on his bedside stand, suna takes off of his shoes and joins me in his bed, his hand going underneath my large jacket onto my T-shirt.

"hey" i say as i turn my head to look at him as he starts to spoon me, he grabs my cheek and pulls my face closer. " hey" he responds to me, as he leans into kiss me, his hand grading my jawline going to my neck, his fingers reaching the back of my neck, he pressed one of his fingers pressing the back of my neck making me gasp, he sneaks his tough into my mouth while pulling me closer, flipping my body to face his. my hand pulls on his t-shirt as his other hand sneaks over to my shorts, his hand being placed on the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up onto his leg. my hand goes into his hair and i pull it a little bit. He stops kissing me "what is it?" i say to him, looking into his eyes while he has his hand on my jaw.

" i love you" suna says while flipping me on my back while he looks at me, he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs my crisps and placed one in my mouth. "now eat your chrisp babe"

[lyqiche]

🐈‍⬛catboy kuroo × bunnygirl qi🐇

[cocrante]

The desire to write an iwaoi oneshot where Iwaizumi is at a party with Oikawa, but nobody knows about their relationship, and some people shamelessly try to hit on Tōru. Despite him rejecting every avances, it doesn't alleviate Hajime's jealousy and when they return home... 👀