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renardiererin · 3 days
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hi pookies ive been rlly swamped lately so i'm putting tgw smau on a haitus i think... </3 but in the meantime (as an apology for inactivity) here's this!! and ill try to be more active after april is over...
rintarou suna would absolutely love tits. sleeping with his hand on your boob just because it's comfortable, giving you chest hickeys while you watch movies simply as a subconscious habit when he's locked in, and if you had nipple piercings i think he'd definitely get a boner anytime you walked around in a thin shirt without a bra on. he's a tits guy for sure... but that doesn't stop him from slapping your ass anytime you bend over near him.
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uravitypng · 1 year
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tsukishima lets you take some kind of control, just this once. you're bouncing on his cock and he's hitting all the right places. tsukishima's got his hands on your hips just looking up at you taking in the way you move. how your stomach jiggles and your thighs are slightly shaking, how you're out of breath and how loud you're moaning. it's a shame you have no neighbours, everyone should know how good he makes you feel. he wraps one of his hands around your soft neck, applying slight pressure, you clench up at the feeling, making him groan.
it's all getting to much much for tsukishima, you feel so good and so warm but you're going too slow, it's infuriating. tightly putting both his hands back on your love handles, he starts lifting you up and down on his cock. he's trusting upwards the same time too, keeping the rhythm.
you always tend to forget how strong tsukishima really is and right now he's proving it as he's using you as some kind of glorified sex toy, pounding into you however he wants and using your body to get himself off. "you were being too slow. fuck." he groans, staring at your breasts as they move along with his thrusts. your moans get even louder, chanting his name over and over again in a whiny voice. "make yourself useful slut and touch yourself," you immediately obey as you bring your hands up to nipples and start touching them and pinching them. tsukishima smirks up at you, taking in all your beauty, taking in how you always listen to him.
it felt good to control the pace of sex but this feels better. plus your thighs were starting to get tired.
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iwas-princess · 1 year
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if there is one thing that suna doesn’t do lazily, it’s eating your pussy.
his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds, running up and down the sensitive organ until your begging him with shaking hands in his hair, to tongue-fuck your clit.
and so he does.
plush lips wrapped gently around the bundle of nerves as he suckled on it, his tongue rapidly flicking as it’s cradled in his hot, wet mouth. his half-lidden eyes would stay glued to yours the whole entire time, watching as you tried your best to keep the eye contact going, remembering the words he always told you beforehand:
look away, and i’ll stop.
but, he doesn’t really ever want to stop, because the look on his sweet, pretty girl’s face when he makes her cum is plenty enough to make up for your shitty listening skills. the way your thighs shake around his head, trying desperately not to close in fear of hurting him— not that he ever minds. your mouth open and letting out small gasps and loud whines as his lips begin to kiss something wetter; it’s all like a high to him, a rush of adrenaline composed out of love and the need to make his princess feel good.
your usual boyfriend resorts back to his lazy ways the moment after he gives your clit a small peck and whispers out a ‘thank you’ to the nerves— a ritual he’s done ever since you started sleeping together.
so yeah, contrary to popular belief, suna rintaro is not a lazy pussy eater.
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prettyboytsum · 3 months
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ complaining about his size cw: afab! reader, daddy kink, slightly possessive, initial discomfort disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni! wc: 302
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“‘s too big, can’t fit!” you whine, bucking your hips as he starts pushing the tip of his large cock into you. tears pricking as you let out a soft moan of discomfort—hands on his chest as you instinctively try to push him away. "too big, daddy!" “i know, baby. i know,” he murmurs reassuringly into your ear. one hand playing with your clit as he tries to dull the pain of accommodating his girth. “but don’t you wanna be a good girl for me, hm? wanna be daddy’s good girl?”
you let out a gasp, now gripping his shoulders as you nod frantically. you bite your lip, a muffled squeal leaving you as he pushes another inch in.
“oh fuck, gotta relax for me, yeah? sucking me in, can’t even move, princess,” he groans, hiding in the crook of your neck as he pushes deeper. you let out another whine, the pain mixing in with pleasure as you start bucking your hips to chase a familiar high. “atta girl, we’ll make it fit.”
“so big—so big,” you blabber mindlessly as he bottoms out, both of you moaning in unison.
“daddy too big for you?” he whispers, planting wet kisses on his neck. his tone is hardly apologetic—if anything, it’s almost mocking. “daddy too big for his pretty pussy?”
you nod dumbly, loud whines escaping your lips as he pulls out before pushing himself back in. his thrusts become more aggressive as his fingers tweak and pull on every inch of skin he can hold onto.
“too bad, princess,” he growls, pinning your wrists above your head as he leans against your legs so that you’re practically folded in half. “because it's the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck you this good.”
toji, suna, geto, eren, sukuna, daichi, reiner, ushijima, iwaizumi, tsukishima
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ktsumu · 4 months
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— am i the asshole?
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+ pairing: ghostface!osamu miya x f!reader
+ word count: 2.5k
+ cw: MDNI 18+ NSFT, dubcon, unintentional cheating on your part, rough sex, semi-public sex, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, ghostface!samu, ooc osamu
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+ synopsis: the miya twins have worn the same costume every halloween since they were born — it’d be pretty easy to get them mixed up, right?
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+ note: this is my contribution to @k9nto's reddit collab! find the masterlist for the event here!
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“Miss me?”
Atsumu’s hand rests on your shoulder from behind, and he snickers when you jump from his sudden reappearance. He hands you the cup you asked him for. “Ooh, Halloween’s got ya jumpy, has it?”
“Or maybe it’s the guy who never announces himself when he’s coming up behind me?”
“Aw, where’s the fun in that, princess?” he teases, his finger tugging at the fishnets beneath your little dress and belt. “Mm, still hot even with an eyepatch.”
“You got a thing for pirates, ‘Tsumu?”
He pulls you in closer by your lower back, making sure you can hear the lust in his voice where you can’t see it in his eyes. “I’ve got a thing for pretty things in tiny dresses,” he murmurs, “especially when I get to take it off—“
“Woah, slow your roll there,” you giggle, pulling his hand away from where it tried to sneak beneath the hem of your dress skirt. “Remember that we’re in public, Atsumu?”
“So? Half the people here are either waitin’ for a bathroom to fuck in or are already doing it on the couch, we’re nothin’ special.”
You roll your eyes when his hands start to wander again, swatting them away with a glare. Well, as much of a glare as you can show with one eye.
 “I thought you wanted to find your brother, hm?”
“Oh, yeah! Gotta get the annual Halloween Twins Pic,” he remembers. He and Osamu always get their routine picture of them in their identical costumes, every single year — they both dread it in their own way, but you think it’s sweet. “Have you seen him?”
“It’s like a needle in a haystack.”
“Okay, not that many people showed up as Ghostface.” 
You raise an eyebrow. 
“Fine, so it’s a popular costume! Whatever — I can recognize my own brother.”
“Good luck, ‘cause I can’t.”
Atsumu says something in reply, but you really don’t hear it under the mask or the music. You follow him around by his back, letting him lead you blindly through the house until you eventually end up in the kitchen. 
You hear insults being traded and assume that they’ve found each other well. 
“About time I found your ugly ass,” Atsumu grumbles, playfully smacking the back of Osamu’s head. Osamu raises a hand and Atsumu dives away with a yelp. 
“Yeah, whatever,” Osamu mutters, before his head turns to you. He’s got the same mask that Atsumu has on. “Hey.”
“Hey!” you greet back with a smile. 
“Ain’t her costume cute, ‘Samu?” Atsumu sings. “Pretty.”
Osamu leans on the counter like he’s tired. “That’s a trick question.”
“Ooh, yer gettin’ good at this.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes and holding out your hand, empty palm facing up. “So, whose phone am I taking the photo with?”
“Right! Here,” Atsumu hands you his phone, shoving Osamu into place so they’re back-to-back, arms crossed. They’re clones, all right. “Look spooky?”
“Terrifying,” you laugh, snapping a few pictures and handing the phone back. 
Atsumu lifts his mask, giving you a quick kiss on your waiting lips. “Thank you, baby,” he says quietly. Osamu watches you from the side. “Me and ‘Samu are gonna go find an old buddy, wanna come?”
You smile, shaking your head. “I’m okay. I’ll watch our drinks — you won’t be long, will you?”
“Now, how could I stay away from ya? When you’re lookin’ this damn good?” he teases, slipping a finger in through your belt. “Be back in five, baby.”
“Ugh, I’ll be waiting,” you taunt, glancing toward the hallway where the rooms tend to be. You watch as Atsumu’s head tilts; though you can’t see it, you know his face is awestruck. 
Osamu groans, grabbing his arm. “I’ll have the freak back ASAP,”
“Hey!”
You snicker with a nod, saluting him. “Good luck.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
They disappear into the pool of people as Atsumu keeps on whining about something, probably you, and Osamu drags him by the bicep to the other room. It’s pretty clear which one of them is more excited to see the friend they’re trying to find. 
You sigh to yourself, leaning on the counter as you wait for them to get back. 
You’ve always been pretty good friends with Osamu — you haven’t been with Atsumu for that long, but while you have been, you've been on good terms with his brother. 
They almost remind you of parallel lines, Atsumu and Osamu; they’re alike but still separate, moving along beside one another. It’s probably why it’s so easy to get along with both of them all the time, despite the fact they get at each other's throats. 
It isn't too much longer after they disappear that strong hands come to rest on your waist from behind, making you jump. You turn around to find that it’s just Atsumu’s dumb mask looming over you, his head tilted to one side. 
“Jesus, ‘Tsumu,” you grumble, “I just told you to quit it with that.”
Atsumu hums to himself, pulling your hips closer to his. He cages you in between the counter and himself. 
“Didn’t we also just talk about this?” you complain, but your brows relax when you feel his hand smooth down your hip from your waist. 
“Please,” Atsumu murmurs, playing with your tights. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“About what?”
“About what’s under that fuckin’ dress.”
Your face goes hot; he moves closer. 
“Please,” he repeats. 
You don’t care about what you talked about earlier — all you’re capable of doing now is nodding and taking his hand, letting him lead you out of the kitchen. 
Your eyes train on his back as he knocks on doors, checking rooms and bathrooms until he finds one that opens without resistance. The second you’re both inside, he’s shutting the door blindly, locking it the same way. 
The bathroom is cramped, but it’s enough space to get you up on the counter, your legs spread apart as he drops to his knees. 
“Holy fuck, Atsumu,” you breathe, goosebumps running across your skin when he looks up at you in that stupid mask. He doesn’t say a word, but you figure he has other plans. 
His hand guides one of your legs over his shoulder, and he pulls the mask up on top of his head. It’s long enough that it makes a cover over his face — like the bill of a baseball cap, or something. 
You almost complain about it, about the lack of view between the mask and his hood staying up, but you fall short of words when he rips your fishnets apart at the crotch. He tugs your panties down your legs. 
“I — you’re so goddamn lucky those were cheap,”
“Uh-huh,” he groans, tugging you closer to the edge by the hips. 
You gasp, hands gripping the counter’s edge. “Can you at least warn me before you — oh,”
You come up short for words as he flattens his tongue against your cunt, his hold on your thighs tightening when you arch your back. 
Atsumu has always been good at this, but you find yourself at a loss this time; everything you want him to do, he does without request — like he’s tracking where you want his tongue by the way your hips roll alone. 
His tongue flicks over your clit, drawing circles before starting over again. “Shit,” you whimper, looking down at his fingers digging into your legs. “So fucking good,”
You can feel his spit running down to your ass, you can hear how messy he is — he sucks on your clit with a low moan, one of his hands slowly moving from your leg to where his tongue was before.
Your deep breath shatters into stutters when he slowly pushes in his spit-soaked finger, kissing your clit as he drags it up against your walls. Everything he does is deliberate. 
“Oh my god,” you whisper, your head tilting back against the mirror as you grind against his face and hand, making sure he’s buried himself to the knuckle. “Please, more, please,”
“Fuckin’ begging,” you think you hear him murmur, his finger squelching as it drags out of your cunt. “I'll wanna hear this again,”
You can’t even ask what he means before he’s slipping in his ring finger, too. His lips move to gently kiss your inner thigh as his fingers do the opposite, quickly thrusting in and out of your pussy, feeling it flutter around them. 
The pressure in your gut builds quicker than you acknowledge it’s there, but you’re guessing he knows that by the way your breathing gets faster; his fingers drag against the sweet spot he was searching for. You feel him grin against your skin like he knows. 
“I’m gonna cum,” you gasp, knuckles turning white from gripping the counter so hard. “Atsumu, I’m gonna cum,”
“Do it, then,” he growls, and it takes you no more than a few more thrusts to clamp down on his fingers. 
You cum with a cry, back arching and hips pushed forward. Atsumu doesn’t stop until you’ve rode it out fully, until you reach down and grab his wrist to force him to stop. 
“Oh, fuck,” you breathe out, fixing the strap that fell off of your shoulder. Below you, Atsumu slips out his fingers; you can’t see him, but you can hear him suck them off. You think you hear him groan. “Need you, ‘Tsumu.”
He hesitates, pulling his mask back down before standing back up. Your eyes follow him until he’s above you again, and the way his hands drop to the button of his jeans alone makes you lightheaded.
His hands work to tug them loose, unzipping them as you eagerly sit up. You feel him over his boxers, nearly dropping dead at the way he bucks his hips into your palm. He rests a hand on either side of you on the bathroom counter, leaning in on it, rolling his hips as you pump him through the fabric. 
“Mm, fuck,” you practically drool, “need you to fuck me good,”
You giggle when his head tips back, your other hand pushing his sweater up so you can watch his abs tense; watch his v-line dip beneath his waistband. 
You’re sick of waiting. 
Spitting in your hand, you take his cock out of his boxers and pump him up slowly, watching the way his body reacts to your touch. At first, you were a little curious about him keeping the mask on — but now? You’ve never seen anything hotter. 
Atsumu grabs your hand the same way you grabbed his, tugging you off the counter. You almost trip over your panties, silly you and your shaky legs, but he’s quick to wrap an arm around your waist, nudging you to bend over the counter. 
You look back at yourself in the mirror, his frame looming behind you. He holds the hem of his sweater halfway up his body, and the dim light against his glistening skin is enough to make your pussy throb. 
“Watch,” he says lowly, his hand straightening your head to look forward again when you try and look back at him. He pushes your dress up your body, his hands smoothing up the dip of your back. 
“Fuck,” he groans, the tip of his cock tapping on your ass before it teases your cunt. “Been waitin’ for this.”
Your jaw drops as he slips into you with ease, dragging himself back out just as slow; he builds his pace with every thrust. 
Your fingers search to grip something, anything on the counter. His hands grip your hips as his own press flush against your ass, his cock reaching as deep as it can go. 
“Fuck, ‘Tsumu,” you whimper. He fucks into you harder, his grip tighter. “Shit!”
His balls slap against your clit as he fucks you up the counter, your breath leaving clouds on the mirror. Your tits spill out of the neckline of your dress and your ass stings where a fleshy handprint starts to form, yet you’re still fucking yourself back on him. “Atsu—“
He grabs the back of your belt that's somehow stayed on and yanks you back with it; you stare at yourself getting fucked in the mirror. 
“Who’s fuckin’ you this good?”
“You!” you cry, gasping when he bends and pushes up one of your legs to rest on the counter. Your pussy squelches with every thrust, his cock bullying your cunt until you can’t forget the shape of it. “You are—“
“Damn right,” he grits, reaching a hand around your body to circle your clit. “And I’m the one makin’ you cum, too.”
“Yes! Fuck, yes—“ 
“Come on, baby,” he asks; his voice sounds like he’s taunting you. It’s deep and unsteady, but the slight rasp nearly makes you cum on the spot. “You know you want it, fuckin’ take it,”
You cry out in rhythm with his thrusts, his pace unrelenting, both of you so fucking close and slowly getting louder — you tighten around him and he’s murmuring next to your ear: “Cum on me, baby, you can do it,”
Atsumu gropes your chest as you let go with a shudder, creaming around him as he makes no effort to slow down; he only stills inside of you once your whole body is filled with a hot tremor, his cum leaking out of your pussy only for him to slowly fuck it back inside. 
You slump forward when he finally lets you go, your leg falling off the counter as you look at your disheveled appearance in the mirror. 
The familiar sound of his jeans being zipped back up again comes from behind you, and Atsumu hands you your panties from the floor.
You snort. “What a gentleman,”
He shrugs, crossing his arms as he leans up against the door. He shamelessly watches you fix yourself up as best you can — you pull your dress back down, try to make your fishnets look as normal as possible. 
“Way to fuck up my costume, though,” you grumble, crossing your legs to try and ignore the way cum soaks your panties. “I have to look somewhat normal, you know.”
“Mm, you should. Better look nice so my brother doesn’t think you fucked me.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “Why would Osamu care?”
He breathes out a laugh. “Oh,” he says, lifting his mask up. This time, you see him, and your blood just about runs frigid. “I don’t. ‘Tsumu might, though.”
You blink, shaking your head. “I — you —?”
“I’m not gonna tell him,” Osamu says, running a hand through his hair. His cheeks are flushed red — you just want to disappear. You feel nauseous, but you can’t take your eyes off of him. “But, you know. Might happen again.”
“Wh—no, it can’t. It won’t.”
Osamu shrugs. “Okay.”
You stare as he unlocks the door, opening it as the noise from the rest of the party floods your crypt. He leans down towards you, tilting his head. 
“Remember how I made you cum,” he says in the quiet, “and then remember how he does.”
You swallow the lump in your throat, but it doesn’t help the pit in your chest. Osamu laughs shortly again, “Right.”
“I’ll give you an excuse, buy ya some time.” His eyes flicker from yours down to your open mouth, your glossy lips. “Make sure you’re not still droolin’ over it when you come out, ‘kay?”
And with that, he pulls his mask back down over his face and leaves the bathroom; you only watch him head down the hallway for a second before slamming the door shut, left with the sound of your heart beating in your ears.
Looking back in the mirror, you don’t even know what to do with yourself. So, you wipe off your lips. 
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forusomimiya · 11 months
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If he was already good at eating pussy and made you spill all over his mouth in less than two minutes, with a tongue piercing he will ruin you. The bastard will spend a lot of time torturing and overstimulating you. You'll spasm every time you cum, and your pleas for him to stop won't do any good, because he'll keep pressing your legs down to stimulate your clit until you're writhing on the sheets. He'll lay his tongue flat and lick all over your entrance, making you feel the cool little metal ball caress your soaking wet pussy until he makes it play on your clit again.
"Looks like daddy’s little doll likes my new toy huh? I can't wait for you to see the rest".
A small metal rod with balls at the ends at the base of his cock and a semicircle at the tip adorned his long, thick cock. Sensitivity was no excuse for riding him as soon as he showed it. You felt the piece at the tip touch your weak spot and the one at the base touch your hole with every ride. You couldn't wait to use your tongue to play with them.
SUNA, TERUSHIMA, kageyama, KUROO, kita, osamu, SAKUSA, asahi, iwaizumi
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nyctophilicroses · 3 months
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Kuroo feels… bad, when he can’t come home to you.
He tries, always, to have dinner with you, or at least make it home at an appropriate time, but tonight is just tight. And sure, you’re understanding, but he hears it tonight, in your voice, that you’re upset, and it makes him want to douse the entire building in gasoline and light it ablaze.
“But you promised,” you whimper softly.
“I know I did,” he says, gnawing at the fat of his lip. “But it’s… I really want to make this deadline, and there was a change in the paperwork and leadership issues, and-“
“It’s fine, Tetsuro,” you say, and he feels his heart snap.
“Am I in trouble?” He teases in hopes to lighten the mood, and he does hear you scoff softly.
“Not yet you’re not. Please make sure you eat, I don’t need you emaciated because of this report.”
He laughs and cards a heavy hand through his hair, “you make me happy.”
“You make me happy too, handsome.”
“I love you,” he pants.
“Love you too.”
With that, you click the phone shut on your end, before he can ask you where the ‘I’ went or if you were mad at him again. He knows you are, he would be too if you promised for the past three nights to be home, and you weren’t.
Work should always come second; but right now, he’s so on work mode he just wants to get this done.
With a scrub of his face with his hands, he gently smacks his own cheeks and picks up a folder, one he needed from home just a few days ago, and when he lifts it, there’s a stack of pictures that fall out of it.
It’s from a Polaroid camera Kenma got you years ago, easier for you to take pictures and have them on hand; Tetsuro likes the way he doesn’t have to struggle with the printer any time he wants a physical picture of you. You like it because you can pull shit like this.
Thumbing through the pictures, Tetsuro’s cock twitches in his pants.
It's you, in nothing but his work shirt and the flesh the gods gave you, nestled in the chair of his home office. In your left hand, a glass of white wine, which you always drink when you're alone, and your right is nestled between your decadent thighs, playing with your prettiest parts. Your teeth are sunken into your lip with a cheeky smirk, and he knows you're playing it up just to mock him.
You look divine, absolutely delicious in the leather chair that's usually housing his sore back, now only to be seen as a throne for your pleasureful escapades and ways to make his squirm. He can practically taste your pretty twat mingling with the smell of swelling leather under your writhing body, and he can't believe he's still sitting at his desk miles away from you, what is wrong with him-
“Fuck,” he snarls into the air, breath hot and sticky as he pants, “you planned this, didn’t you, you tease?”
The fabric on your body looks delicious clinging to the most sensitive parts of you, parts he now envies the fabric for touching, and the way your hand is slinked between your thighs, touching things that belong to him, touching parts of you he could punish you for, it has him riled up to the point he could run home. He chuckles around a grunt at the idea of you waking up from a text of his to have his file ready for him, you throwing on a shirt of his and, when you see the little camera in his office, getting more than a little creative before he gets home and picks it up.
"Don't you know my fingers feel better, you brat?" He says to then picture, slipping a hand under the desk to undo his button. When his cock springs free, he whines at the cool air that hits the wetness in his boxers, and before he can even process it, his cock is gripped in his beefy hand and he goes hoarse at the feeling.
He can practically hear you giggle in confirmation and it doesn’t take him long before he’s craving more, more friction, more pleasure, more relief, and he wastes no more time before using the hand toying with his cock to finally jerk himself, his head tossing back against the chair to cushion his force.
“Fuck me,” he growls, thumbing his weeping slit as his mind paints any and every filthy scenario that it could about this whole scene; walking in and taking you over his desk, or commanding you to finger yourself right there on his chair for him and only him to see, and his wrist already cramps at the sheer force and eagerness of tugging himself to a desperate and much needed climax.
In his mind, it's you and that pretty little cunt working him over, squeezing you in ways only you can, and he hears your pretty moans ringing in the air with each thrust of his thick hips into you.
Heat broils in his belly, grip faltering as his hips desperately roll up into his hand, and beads of sweat start to adorn his upper lip and forehead at the exertion. His tongue licks his lips, almost as if searching for a taste of your sweet nectar between your legs, and by surprise, he tosses his head back again with a roar and a cross of his eyes, coming hard, hot in his hand as he paints his seed over his pants and bare hands.
He comes. He comes right there in his suit and tie to the mere idea of you, painting his desk and narrowly avoiding the paperwork scattered over the top. His head spins and his temples throb, and he drops the picture on his desk, shaking and panting and wading in the glorious aftershocks of his orgasm that all he can do is smile and chuckle to himself, suddenly deciding that that wasn’t enough for him.
He needed more.
He sighs into the air, throat dry from his panting and the heat of his forces, a massive hand coming up to gently rub the gaze of euphoria from his eyes. As he wades in the post orgasmic bliss, guilt and hunger swells in his heart for having abandoned you for so long, so long where you felt the need to do this for him to remember how lucky he is to have you.
What was he doing. What was he doing? You, an absolute goddess, are trapped at home alone, while he becomes a victim to some cooperation who couldn't care less if he was here or there.
He's an idiot for picking to stay here.
With a sigh, he clicks your name once again to call you, relieved when you answer promptly. “Hello?” Your voice comes over the line, and he chuckles softly at the feeling of his cock jumping at your voice. "Is everything okay?"
“Hey, momma,” he rasps, licking his lips. “I’m gonna come home… need to see my favorite girl.”
He practically hears you smirk, and he wants to demolish you and that pretty little pussy you’d just deprived him of, the little cunt he misses and craves and salivates over.
“You found my pictures.”
“Warm that pretty cunt up for me,” he chuckles, jamming himself in his pants.
“Want to fuck it right when I walk in the door.”
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joyaphoria · 1 year
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kissdrunk!sakusa, who swore to himself that he’d never kiss anyone, revolted by the idea of having to share his mouth with another person.
kissdrunk!sakusa who met you eventually, and though still uneasy about the idea at first, he’d often catch himself staring at the plump of your lips every so often.
kissdrunk!sakusa who caved one night, clumsily leaning in to take your mouth only to have you stiffle a laugh in his once you realize that he’s horrible at it.
kissdrunk!sakusa who let you slip the pad of your thumb between his lips, flusteredly obeying as you taught him how to do the very thing he used to hate thinking about.
kissdrunk!sakusa who ever since then, could never get enough. 
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you awake in the mornings, silently rejoicing when he took the risk of slipping his tongue pass your lips and you latched onto it, moaning softly.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you anytime, anywhere, however he likes it.  slipping his tongue past your lips outside the gym after practice when you come to pick him up, the hand at the back of your head pulling you closer, his teammates gaping in horror.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you deep and slow as you take the elevator up to your apartment, because he was far too impatient.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would fuck your mouth until he was satisfied, holding your pretty head in place with two hands as his hips jerk and he shoots his load down your throat, groaning blissfully. he’d yank you upwards then, pulling your lips to his demandingly, tasting the saltiness of his seed on your tongue, rewarding you once he knows for sure that you swallowed all of it.
kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss his way down your body, tongue flicking against the swolleness of your clit, then pressing a soft kiss in warning.
kissdrunk!sakusa who throws your legs over his shoulders, hooks his arms under each of your thighs, then lifts your ass off the bed as he brings you flat against his face.
kissdrunk!sakusa who doesn’t just eat you out with his mouth, but his whole face. a dry, shocking scream would rip from your throat as your toes curl, feeling the bump of his nose as it rubs brutally against your clit, the pump and oddly talented thrust of his tongue inside of you, and the constant graze of teeth as he searches for anything he can latch onto.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will suck lewdly on your clit, not caring in the slightest of the excess of suction noises that make their way around the room.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will continue to pump his long, slender fingers in and out of your cunt, already having three in and swearing that you could fit one more.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will swallow up all of your juices, lapping them up thoroughly as he cleans you with his tongue.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will crawl back up your body and capture you in a bruising kiss, making sure to travel the lengths of your mouth with his tongue.
kissdrunk!sakusa who will finally pull away, and in a breathless but soft voice whisper: “you taste so good baby, please, let’s go one more time,” pleading for another taste of your pussy, completely high and fucked off the adrenaline.
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everyone says that my omiomi is a clean pussy eater—if one at all, and i disagree. that boy is pussy starved and eats that shit out like he aint ever gonna see it again.
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chikaras-garden · 11 months
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Aftercare
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Sometimes, when smut gets intense, we need a reminder that we’re still safe and loved. Read this if you need a safe space after heavy smut with your F/O.
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Pairing: your fave x fem!reader
Words: 1.1k
Contains: unnamed male!F/O, implied sub!reader, mentions of overstim and rough sex, aftercare, cuddles, sweet nothings, praise, doting, mushy relationship stuff, F/O calls R “sweetheart,” “honey,” “baby girl,” and “good girl,” your F/O is called “partner” so you can decide if it’s husband/boyfriend/etc.
Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Feel free to tell me who you imagine while you’re reading ❤️
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You’re sticky, hot with sweat, and your lungs struggle to fill with air. Your eyes squeeze shut as you wriggle against the bedsheets, trying to find comfort through the thick of your own overstimulated arousal. Though your body feels numb, you’re aware of a dull ache in the back of your mind, but you can’t tell if it’s mental, physical, or both. All you know is that you just spent what felt like hours at his mercy, and that turned you into a weeping mess with a throbbing core and limbs too heavy to move.
There’s a soft sound that echoes around the room, circling you; it’s a shush, a hum, a coo that sounds an awful lot like your name said in your favorite person’s voice. You sense him before you really feel him; it takes your brain a few seconds to realize that he’s leaning over you, hands caressing up and down your sides, and speaking to you in a soft voice, using words you can’t understand.
He takes your hands with the gentlest of fingers, nuzzles each of your palms, and presses a tender kiss to each wrist. The feeling lingers like a slow-moving cloud on a summer’s day, and the tightness in your chest loosens at the sensation. You take deep breaths in—one, two, three—and fill your lungs with warm, light air.
When you open your eyes, he’s smiling at you. “Hi, sweetheart. Feelin’ okay?”
“Mn,” you half-moan, half-grunt. Though your bones ache and your skin is sore, you gather all of your remaining strength to reach for his shoulders, to hoist yourself up to latch onto him and never let go. All you can think about is how you need him, the touch of his skin, the whisper of his praise. But, he sways out of your grasp.
“Uh-uh,” he tuts, grinning. “Water first.”
Biting your lip to hold back your pout, you think of phrases spoken in his domineering timbre: ‘be good for me,’ ‘tell me—tell me what you want,’ ‘good girls do as they’re told.’
Looking away, you mumble. “I need you.”
He cups your face with one hand, tilting your chin so he can see you. You can’t—don’t want to—resist, so you feel the weight of his eyes locked on yours while he reaches behind him, toward the bedside table. “You’ve got me, honey; I’m not going anywhere. ‘M right here. We’re all done. You’re safe.”
The cool glass of your water bottle meets your palms. It’s uncapped already, and you feel his hand resting on the small of your back. His fingers work into each muscle, and you only now realize how tense your posture is. 
“Need my help?” His doting eyes watching you with a worry that’s so ‘him,’ your heart flutters back to life. You shake your head, and he acquiesces; instead, he occupies himself with pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses to your bare shoulders.
It takes a moment for you to raise the bottle and drink. You close your eyes while a slow stream of water flows down your throat. Like the leaves of a dormant plant, you unfurl as water reaches through you. Life returns to your arms, your legs, your fingers, your toes. Even in your mind, the fog of your just-finished session begins to part, and the afterglow of your partner’s love for you is what shines through.
You take another deep breath while you lower the water bottle to your lap. Weighing the half-full container between your hands, you notice the tremble in your lip and a persistent ache in your wrists and shoulders, a chill in your bones that just now registers.
There’s a blanket waiting for you, warm from his body and smelling like his shampoo. Strong arms reach behind you, wrapping it around your shoulders like a cape. He joins its ends under your chin, smooths his fingers over the marks a different version of himself left behind on your neck.
Compared to you, he has a significant lack of coverage. Bare-chested and wearing only a pair of quickly-donned boxers, you realize he must be cold, too. “You—”
He cuts you off with an over-pronounced smooch to your cheek. “Don’t worry about me for now, ‘kay? I wanna get you cozy first.”
You give him an uncertain look, to which he just chuckles. It’s a quiet noise, like the purr of a cat; then, he leans close, resting his forehead lightly against yours. “Taking care of you makes me feel better.”
“Love you,” you murmur in response.
A sound that lives at the intersection of a shuddering breath and a delighted laugh leaves his mouth while he wraps his arms around your waist. He leans, shifting onto his hip, and tugs you effortlessly into his lap. “You did so good for me, honey. You’re the best girl, my perfect sweetheart, doing everything I asked and more. Where’d I find someone like you?”
You muster the energy for a dreamy half-smile. “I found you, remember?”
His next words flow out of his mouth without hesitation, as if he isn’t in control of them at all. “You saved me, baby girl.”
“From yourself?” You grin. “I think I’ve heard this one.”
Then, you wind your blanket-wrapped arms around his chest and nuzzle into his shoulder. It’s his turn to let out a dreamy sigh; leaning back against the headboard, he plucks your water bottle from you and takes a sip, beginning the ritual of taking care of himself, now that he’s certain you’re safe, drifting peacefully through the warmth of your bond.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Such a beautiful, perfect thing.”
“‘M yours,” you counter amidst peppering baby kisses along his jaw. 
He swallows under your lips, and his hand finds your hip to squeeze. “No, sweetheart; you’re your own. You’re just sharing yourself with me, trusting me, and I…” He gives you a serious look. “Thank you, for that.”
So gently that you barely feel him, he taps the underside of your chin, guiding you upward to kiss him. His mouth is open, but not wanting; with how slowly his lips move, it’s almost like he’s baring his belly to you, showing you where he’s most vulnerable as his way of reciprocating what you just did for him.
“Love you,” you repeat in a whisper.
“Love you,” comes his echo.
Somewhere outside of this room, in a bathroom that’s just a few steps and too far away all at once, there’s a scented bath and silky lotion waiting for you—both of you. But that’s just the thing; it’s waiting, and it can wait a little longer, because all you need for now is to remain here, at peace and entangled with the man who loves you like no one else can.
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jujuyii · 11 months
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TOJI FUSHIGURO, SUKUNA RYOMEN, TOUYA TODOROKI, EREN JEAGER, CONNIE SPRINGER, SUNA RINTAROU, YUJI TERUSHIMA, AKAZA, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA
comment or inbox me other characters that you think should be on the list
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renardiererin · 1 month
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pov suna pisses you off and is egging you on all day just long enough for you to cave and let him destroy your pussy by spending hours with his head buried between your legs when you get home <3
"'m sorry baby forgive me, won't ya?"
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uravitypng · 1 year
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oikawa manhandling you because he can't believe how soft you are. he can't help it, he sees you and it's all he can think about. oikawa's bigger than you, taller than you, stronger than you, it was rather shocking the first time he moved your body in any position he wanted. he didn't think anyone could be this soft. your body bounces as he grabs onto whatever flesh he can. he marvels at how pretty you are, as you try to playfully wriggle from his grasp, making him lightly spank you, so he can see your body jiggle. he loves the little noises you make, the gasps when he touches you just right. you're his soft, round, squidgy girlfriend, you're all his, and he adores you.
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tsukkisloser · 1 year
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nnnfphh just sendai frogs player tsukki fucking you in the locker room after vb practice, his blond hair wet and his body hot and glistening with sweat- his exhaustion from hours of hard work making his movements slower and messier. Already out of breath as the tip of his cock meets the entrance of your dripping cunt, needing to stop to catch his breath as he’s got you up on the counter- long cock rammed deep inside of you as his chest heaves. His worn out body turning his usual sharp mind into nothing but the overwhelming desire to rail his cock into you- expelling dazed groans every other second. His hand gripping your thigh so tight it leaves a mark in the shape of it as he wearily fills you with his cum, pushing your face into his neck with your nails digging helplessly into his back. In his sleepy state he presses his lips to yours, still coming down from both of your highs- his cock still inside of you as he messily sucks your lips.
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prettyboytsum · 3 months
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚ first night back I iwaizumi hajime cw: afab! reader, dirty talk, oral (receiving) disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni! wc: 521
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the first night iwaizumi was back in japan for good was surprising, to say the least. it was one of the few times where he didn’t have to cram a year’s worth of dates in two weeks or soak in your presence because he wouldn’t be able to see you for the next couple of months.
the plan was for him to stay over in your new tokyo apartment for a couple of weeks. he claimed that it would be a closer drive and it’d give him time to figure out when he wanted to go back to the prefecture. the added bonus of seeing you every day, even if only for a short period, was enticing enough for someone who spent the majority of the last four years calling the love of his life. so, as any loving partner would, you had assumed that he’d be tired from his roughly ten-hour flight from california to japan based on all his planning. the sheets were just changed, his favorite scented candles were lit and you made sure to cook up a feast for when he arrived home. you went above and beyond for his trip back. one thing you didn’t account for was that he missed you—in more ways than one. ”fucking missed this pussy,” iwaizumi groans to himself before he buries his face between your thighs. he eats you out like a starved man, your clothes strewn on the kitchen floor the moment he saw you. ”haji,” you whine, short pants escaping your soft lips as you gripped his hair. for all the things you had prepared for, you didn’t expect him to be needy as soon as he landed. ”nobody even came close to how gorgeous you are, baby,” iwaizumi says, pulling you closer to his lips as you grip the island counter. “can’t believe i was away from you for this long—god, i’m gonna fuck you every night.” ”haji,” you moan louder, throwing your head back in pleasure as he fucks you with his tongue. your body gets warmer—you’ve never seen your boyfriend this desperate and you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t turning you on. ”yeah?” he whispers, planting quick kisses on your thighs before looking up at you. “bet you missed this dick, huh? fingers just weren’t big enough for your pretty cunt.” you nod, biting your lip as you take a proper look at him. his eyes were blown with lust, his voice husky with need and want—a tone that you haven’t heard from him in far too long. you felt yourself get wetter at the sight, squeezing your thighs together. a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. iwaizumi knows that he looks good, he’s tan from the seaside sun, he’s in the best shape of his life—and there’s nothing more dangerous than a man who knows how attractive he is. ”’s okay, princess,” he replies, giving you a boyish smile that only makes your heart stutter and knees buckle. “gonna make you feel so good that you’ll feel me inside of you for days, alright? jus’ let me spoil my girl.”
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✩ author's note: me when i cut it off right before they get down and dirty </3 I SWEAR A FULL FLEDGE TOE CURLING SMUT IS IN THE WORKS ... in the meantime, enjoy a (potentially) part 1 drabble on pussy starved iwa! ⓒ prettyboytsum 2024. all works are posted under this account on tumblr.com and are protected by copyright laws. do not plagiarise these works on any other platform or account.
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esspeon · 10 months
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the idea of being fucked during a storm for the ones of us who are scared of thunderstorms. It would help take your mind of things, make you focus on something else other than the loud noises and fast winds you can hear outside. just imagine your fave talking to you as they thrust into you slowly, praises leaving their lips in whispers as they comfort you with their presence. “You’re doing so good f’me my love.” their words have you tightem around them while your eyes plead for a little more- for them to go faster or harder or hell, both. You just want to feel good.
and for my fellow storm lovers, you are not forgotten.
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forusomimiya · 9 months
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HQ guys B.D.V (big 🍆 vibes)
You sensed his size when you dropped your hand on his thigh in the car on the way home, slowly stroking it down to the prominent bulge beneath his trousers. Your eagerness to reach in and masturbate him mercilessly intensified when your thumb brushed his tip and he shivered from the touch.
You thanked God when he parked the car in the garage and you sat on his lap, discovering after pulling down his waistband, that under those old grey sweatpants there was no other garment covering his erection.
"God, it's exactly as I imagined" heedless of his desires, you hurriedly masturbated him slowly, salivating as you watched leaks appear from time to time as your fist squeezed the tip.
"Just sit down on it" his weak breathing became a torture. "Wanna you to take it whole"
You were going to fuck it. For your life you were gonna fuck that fucking cock. You got accustomed to the pain when you let him pound your weak spot over and over again, so you took advantage of it and used it as you please, turning your guts into chaos, driving you to madness between weeping and wailing, turning you into a drooling, desperate little mess.
"It's amazing to feel ya so deep inside baby" the palm of his hand on your belly helped you feel him every time you bounced, increasing the warm feeling growing in you. "Can't wait for you to take me just as good in your throat".
Iwaizumi, OSAMU, USHIJIMA, ARAN, BOKUTO, mattsun, DAICHI, asahi, LEV, kindaichi, WASHIO, futakuchi, daishou, terushima
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