IZUKU WANTING US TO RIDE HIS FACE AFTER HE HAD A REAAALLLYY HARD DAY⦠hes sooo tired and sore and just want devour.. such a giver..
βplease baby, just sit down.β
heβs laid flat on his back, his fingers are flexing into your hips, blinking up at you as you hover over his face. he gives you a soft tug and you finally relent and lower yourself onto his mouth.
he groans, eyes fluttering shut as he takes a long, slow lick up your center. your hands grip his wrists as he repeats the movement, teasing your folds and coaxing your wetness out of you. he sucks your clit into his mouth, humming when he hears your sounds above him.
βzuku.β you whine, one of your hands going to his hair.
βcβmon.β he mumbles, guiding your hips to start grinding.
you roll your hips, toes curling as he flattens his tongue and lets you ride against it. he holds your hips still just to shove his tongue in your pussy and you squeal, jerking your hips. with every rock, his nose prods right against your clit while his tongue works you up.
βizu!β you gasp.
his hands leave your waist to slide up and cup your breasts, rolling your nipples between his rough fingertips. he knows every little thing your body needs to get right to the edge embarrassingly fast. he starts to fuck his tongue in and out of you, humming in pleasure when you start to ride his face harder.
heβs humping into the air, cock leaking in his pants at every sound you make and the way you leak down his chin. youβre chasing your high now, pleasure tight in your tummy and with a couple more grinds against his nose your thighs slam around his head as he drowns in you.
ββm sorry.β you pant, trying to lift up on wobbly legs.
βsit back down.β he yanks you right back down onto his slick mouth.
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βPlease, Sho,β you coo in his ear, arms wrapped around his neck while he cradles you in his lap on the plush, oversized bean bag, looking down at you with an amused smile that nearly resembles a smirk.
βI told Midoriya that we wouldnβt leave right away,β he chuckles, running his hand along your thigh until he finds your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes you squirm in his lap. βWe canβt duck out of every party before 10 oβclock.β
βSure we can,β you protest, moving to readjust yourself in his lap and flashing him a devious grin as you sink your knees into the soft fabric on either side of his thighs, fanning out the skirt of your costume as you straddle him. βIβll give you some incentive if youβd like.β
He cocks his head to the side, raising a brow as he wonders just how far you might be willing to take this. It is dark in the room, thanks to Minaβs insistence of wanting to really set the mood for this Halloween party. The only light in the room is coming off of the faux, flickering candles scattered about and the black light lamps tucked away in the corners.
Maybe being in costume has something to do with it too. Perhaps the long, black gown youβre wrapped up in is persuading you to act on your darker impulses. The bewitching magic of Halloween could be seeping into your bones, whispering for you to make a little mischief.
Whatever the reason, he didnβt much care once your barely clothed cunt rocked just so against the semi that heβd been sporting ever since you crawled into his lap when you first arrived and made yourselves cozy in the forgotten corner of the room. You can hear the soft grunt he makes as air hisses through his nose.
βAre you drunk, baby?β His hands find the swell of your ass, fingers dipping into the velvet material of your costume, encouraging you to grind against him harder.
βMm-mm,β you shake your head, reaching up to hang on to the pointed hat atop your head as you buck your hips again, rolling them more slowly, more deliberately against the growing presence that you can feel swelling beneath his slacks. You lean in close, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as your whisper, βJust incredibly horny.β
His jaw drops open into a moan and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue between his lips, sliding it against his own as his eyes draw closed, his mouth along with them as he returns your wanton kiss.
βThereβs too many people here, darling,β he murmurs, his brain caught in a haze, cock twitching beneath his blood red slacks as you grind against his bulge again. βI promise to take care of you when we get home. Until then, I need you to behave for Daddy, okay?β
He tries to look assertive, he really tries. Mismatched orbs meet yours in what you assume is supposed to be a display of dominance, but itβs clear that his heart isnβt in it. Heβs only thinking with his dick at this point and youβre ready to take full advantage.
βBut Daddy,β you pout, running your hands along the red lapels of his suit jacket, giving them a firm tug to press your soaking panties right up against him again and again as you roll your hips in a slow, steady pattern. βArenβt you always telling me I need to be more assertive? Iβm just trying to do as you ask.β You stiffen your bottom lip further, undoing the bottom buttons of his black button down to slip your hand inside, splaying your fingers across his lower abdomen to steady yourself as you readjust, picking yourself up and gently bouncing in his lap. βI would argue that when you really think about it, I am behaving.β
βYouβre being a brat,β he spits the word with intent to intimidate you, to remind you of the punishments he was capable of, but his face betrays him with the way his brows knit together.
His body betrays him further when he bucks his hips up into yours, his head lolling back into the soft bean bag as he sinks further into it, shuffling you on his lap while his hands grab mindlessly at your ass, taking handfuls of whatever suppleness he can find to paw at as a blatant moan passes through his lips.
βOnly because I wanna make you feel good, Daddy,β you chew on your bottom lip, casting your hips forward faster as you find just the right spot to rut against, the head of his throbbing cock pulsing against your clit as it catches on it over and over. βYou donβt want me to stop, do you? I donβt wanna stop, Daddy. Donβt wan--hnng--d-donβt wanna stop yet. βM so close. Wanna cum just for you. R-right here.β
βRight here, hmm?β He smirks, flashing you that sadistic grin that never fails to wind the coil in your belly a little tighter. The crimson horns atop his head only serve to make him look all the more devilish as he runs a hand beneath your dress, bringing it to your inner thigh to massage his thumb into the joint of your hip. βYou wanna cum in my lap in front of all these people, angel? Wanna drench your panties with an audience? βCourse you do,β he sneers, pinching the inside of your thigh and making you gasp before he resumes massaging your skin. βSure hope itβs worth it though, princess, because this is the only time youβll get to cum tonight.β
His threat gets your attention, penetrates your the part of your brain that knows how to utilize better judgement, but itβs too late by the time you try to still your hips. His thumb has slipped between your thighs to swipe mercilessly against your clit, his other hand ushering your hips forward with the hold his massive hand has only your ass.
βD-daddy,β you whimper, clutching at the lapels of his suit as you fight off your orgasm, but itβs inevitable at this point. βI-Iβll be good,β you pant, pleading with him to relent. βIβll be so good, Daddy. Please.β
He only smirks as he leans forward, kissing and sucking on the skin of your breasts thatβs exposed by your low neckline, βWhatβs the matter, baby? Iβm only doing as you asked.β
"What's that?" Sokka asks, pointing to the bit of fabric sticking out of Aang's pant pocket. He leans in a little, narrowing his eyes for a closer look. "It doesn't look like it's yours because, I'm not gonna lie, it looks skimpy and...lacyβ"
Aang immediately stuffs the fabric further into his pocket, his entire face aflame. Sokka stares at him, startled, before something clicks as the puzzle pieces slot themselves together.
Sokka smirks, wiggling his eyebrows as he claps Aang on the back. Aang who looks like he's seconds away from setting himself on fire or turning into the very breeze itself.
"Nasty perv," Sokka says jovially and Aang groans, closing his eyes and debating on if earthbending his way to the earth's core to escape this is a good idea.
Not that he's apologeticβafter all, he was the one who pocketed your panties before feasting on the sweetness between your trembling thighs. No, he doesn't regret that part at all.
What he does regret is his past self's inability to properly think and act after a mind-blowing orgasm...or two.
Then maybe he would have remembered to hide your panties well enough.
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you convince osamu to let you film a thirst trap tiktok of him cooking at onigiri miya.
a/n: inspired by that one line i wrote in my ongoing osamu series. and kenny song, ofc.
"So get yer MSBY special at Onigiri Miya today! 'Cause the only thing hotter than our winnin' streak? Is this onigiri."
"...and cut!" You step back from the DSLR you'd mounted onto your tripod with a self-satisfied smirk. "I think we got it that time!"
"Thank fuck," Atsumu sighs, rolling out his neck as he tosses the basket of onigiri onto the table with a dull thud. "Can I eat now? I'm 'bout to pass out."
From behind the bar, Osamu folds his arms and snorts. "Ya would've finished earlier if ya didn't need so many takes."
"I β it's hard bein' an influencer, okay?" his brother snaps, fixing his blonde hair in the reflection of the window. "Gotta give the people what they want."
"Yeah? And what exactly do the people want?"
"I dunno. Smiles. A lil' muscle."
"Sex appeal," you deadpan, eyes never leaving the viewfinder of your camera. Atsumu's face splits into a wide, shit-eating grin.
"What?" he laughs as Osamu shoots the two of you a disgusted look. "She said it, not me!"
You merely shake your head as the twins continue bickering in the middle of the empty restaurant, your lights and camera equipment occupying nearly half the dining room. You and Atsumu had spent the past hour filming content for an upcoming collaboration between the MSBY Black Jackals and Onigiri Miya, and while it isn't your first choice to spend your Saturday morning at work, you're determined to market this delicious limited-time meal to hell.
Even if that means convincing the chef to do the one thing he detests.
"Oh, no," Osamu warns as you approach him with your expensive camera and wide, puppy-dog eyes. "Ya already convinced me to let ya in here before openin'. Yer not gettin' me on camera, too."
"But why?" You pout. It takes every fiber of your being not to stamp your foot into the ground like a child. "Imagine the comments when MSBY fans realize there are two Miyas?"
"Imagine the shame I'll feel when my employees see me shakin' ass on the Internet?"
"I wouldn't make you shake ass!" you guffaw, ignoring the one million viral trends that flood your mind like text notifications. "Not yet, at least."
The glare Osamu gives you makes your cheeks flush pink.
"Look," you tell him, schooling your expression. "I'm not going to make you dance or recite a corny script. You don't even need to talk! Just...let me take a couple shots of you cooking the MSBY special, and I'll be on my way."
Osamu's features darken in suspicion as he considers your seemingly harmless request.
"Just do it, jackass," Atsumu says around a mouthful of onigiri, teriyaki sauce already folding into the corner of his mouth. "Whoever gets the most views gets free dinner."
The chef massages the inner corners of his eyes and sighs. So much for being the chronically offline twin.
"Fine," he says, your excited squeal making his chest twinge against his will. "Just...let me change my shirt first. I look like I just rolled out of bed."
"You look like a million bucks, baby," you coo, already reaching for the power cords of your studio lights.
The shoot goes surprisingly well. In fact, as you watch Osamu in the viewfinder of your camera, you find it criminal that he's kept himself off the Internet for so long. He guides his knife through a green onion with syncopated chops, whisks the teriyaki sauce with near-surgical precision. His biceps are flexing against his black t-shirt, and you try not to notice the way his veins strain against his large hands...
"Somethin' the matter?" Osamu asks, wiping his brow with the back of his hand once you'd stopped recording.
"...huh?" You look up from the tight shot you'd just taken with wide, unassuming eyes.
He snorts. "Ya look like you've just seen a ghost."
"No! No, I just..." You gesture vaguely to the camera in your hands, suddenly forgetting how to string together sentences. "Just admiring the food, is all."
You can't muster the pride to tell him what you were really admiring.
Or what you plan to do with the footage later that night.
"Ya made a thirst trap edit of me?!" Osamu balks at your laptop in horror.
"It's not my fault you look like that!" you snap, gesturing to the video you'd spent four hours editing on Adobe Premiere Pro last night. "I just β I couldn't help myself, okay? I reached a flow state!"
"Yeah, if by flow state you mean ovulation," Atsumu mutters as his brother's forearms take up half the screen.
At your murderous glare, he blurts, "What? Ya sure as hell don't edit me like that!"
Osamu drags a hand down his face. It's not that he's entirely put off by your edit of him. If anything, he's impressed by how you brought out the colors of his ingredients, synced the sounds of his knife to the beat of the song. He's just...he's flattered. Is this how you see him?
βIβm sorry.β You wince. This is more embarrassing than when the twins found your TikTok dedicated to hot athlete fan edits. It was actually how you landed this job. "I don't need to post it if you don't want me to."
"No! No, I just..." Osamu recoils as he's seen extending the MSBY special toward the camera with a smirk. "Ya clearly worked hard on this, and I don't want that to go to waste, so just...post it and never show it to me again, okay?"
"...okay."
You watch his brain short-circuit as he stands up and wanders back into the kitchen. He nearly slips on a freshly mopped patch of floor on the way there.
As if to redeem yourself from the depths of hell, you add, "I promise I'm not ovulating!"
Once he's out of earshot, you bury your face into your arms atop the counter and groan. "I totally am."
Atsumu takes a bite of what has to be his fifth MSBY special this week and says, "I didn't realize chefs were yer type."
"They're not."
"Yeah?" He hits the space bar of your laptop as several color-corrected clips of Osamu's hands flash across the screen.
You want nothing more than to melt into the tiles and have Osamu mop up your remains.
The video performs well β over four million likes on TikTok alone. Later that week, Atsumu asks Osamu what he wants for his free dinner. Osamu pretends not to hear him. You thumb through comments in the back corner of the restaurant, unsure of what you've just unleashed.
volleybabe87: HE HAS A TWIN??
msby_wifey: oh to be a riceball...
respectfullyferal: u know msby's social media manager is down bad
It takes every fiber of your self-restraint not to delete that last comment. Especially as Osamu serves you a steaming plate of food, blushing furiously.
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My resolution last year was to do one thing before bed that would make my morning feel easier, and thatβs become a daily habit that Iβm carrying into this new year.
Some nights even filling up the kettle and setting an empty mug out for my morning tea felt hard. But I was always thankful for it in the morning.
Other nights, one thing would lead to another, and Iβd wake up in a clean house with everything ready to go.
And, on a rare few nights, the one thing that I could do to make my morning easier was going straight to bed and allowing myself to rest.
What stayed the same each day is that I would take a moment to think of what I could do for my future self and do it, even after a hard day. And I would wake up knowing that I had done my best and any effortβno matter how smallβwas a kindness to myself.
