🍓🍰🍭 mikonii 🍭🍰🍓

⋆ // yes, yes — i know this is an overdone idea but i couldn’t find one for sunarin so i’m taking matters into my own hands and writing it!

⋆ cw ; a touch of exhibitionism (?), osamu and atsumu hearing rin moan over the headset.

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“Hell no, Rin. Not happening.”

“C’mon! Please?” Rin whines. “Pretty please baby? I never ask you for anything!” He pushes his lower lip out in a pout, batting his eyelashes.

You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. “Ha! That’s a fucking lie and you know it!”

Rin grins, the neon green and pink lighting from his toad cowboy sign framing his profile. “Okay fine — but I’ve never asked you for this!”

“You literally asked me last weekend.”

“And you said you’d think about it.” He wiggles his eyebrows and spins a fast circle in his gaming chair, coming to a forceful stop by planting his sock covered feet on the hardwood.

You sigh and shake your head, crossing your arms as you rest a shoulder against the door frame. “You won’t be able to keep quiet. You never can when you get your dick sucked. How do you expect to stay silent enough that the guys don’t hear you through the headset?”

Rin clicks his tongue behind his teeth and shoots you a finger gun, smirking. “I do not have a plan, if we’re being honest.”

“I wasn’t aware you had an exhibition kink.”

“Only to show you off baby girl,” Rin teases. He purses his lips in an over dramatic display, asking for a kiss.

You give him the middle finger instead.

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roommate!suna who steps behind you as you reach up on your tiptoes for a glass in the cabinet above your sink, placing his hands on either side of you and pressing his face into your neck. you freeze, slowly lowering, but as you do you feel him—hard and so warm, behind you, caging you in. he presses himself into you, his thin sweatpants allowing you to feel his cock rubbing against the plush swell of your ass.

you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt—his, probably, and a pair of panties that have definitely seen better days, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t throbbing at the feeling of him pressed up behind you.

“s — suna?” you ask, voice a barely there whisper.

“hm?” he replies, rocking his hips a little.

the two of you had been sneaking glances at each other since the day you moved in together, but somehow you’d gone more than a year without crossing the invisible line drawn in the sand.

well, you had up until a week ago when you’d slipped into the bathroom while suna was showering. you had every intention of covering your eyes, only rushing into the bathroom to grab your eyelash curler, but when your gaze turned towards the shower door, your knees nearly buckled.

suna had one hand pressed on the glass, his head tilted back, dark hair stuck to his face, and his other hand wrapped around his thick cock.

dumbly, you just stared, the scene playing in front of you one you’d only dreamed about before. you were so focused on the way he gripped his cock that your grip on the eyelash curler slackened, the metal clattering to the floor.

suna opened his eyes but didn't stop stroking his cock as he stared at you from beyond the glass, his brown eyes now locked on yours while his brows furrowed the closer he got to tipping over the edge.

you thought about doing something, anything besides just standing there — maybe taking your top off and pinching your nipples, or sliding your shorts down your legs to show him the now obvious wet spot on the front of your panties. but you couldn’t break free from whatever fucked up spell you were under.

you watched as he cums all over the shower door, his lips silently mouthing your name. he’s breathing hard after, his forehead tipping forward to press against the glass.

you blink, and suddenly the spell is broken. within seconds you’re quickly backing away, heading quickly back towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it.

but that was a week ago, and suna hadn't acted any differently with you since. so you had tried to forget that it happened, which pretty much proved to be impossible because every night for the past 7 days you’ve laid in bed, fingers deep inside your pussy while you play back suna fucking his fist in the shower until you cum, hand covering your mouth to muffle his name which inevitably spills past your lips every single time.

“what…” you trail off, a moan slipping past your lips when he slides his hands to your hips, fingers digging into your sides.

“I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore,” he says by way of explanation, pressing a quick kiss to the spot behind your ear. you gasp, your ass involuntarily pressing back into him. “and I know you want me too.”

and it’s the truth — you do want him, in more ways than one.

you’re nodding before you even realize, your brain turning all syrupy when he spins you around and slowly starts to pull your panties down. before you even realize what he’s doing, he’s kneeling at your feet, his hand sliding along your calf to plant your leg over his shoulder.

you stare down at him, his eyes boring into your own with a heated stare.

“this okay?” he murmurs, dark eyes flickering across your face to try to catch any sign of hesitation. you nod slowly, but he taps your ankle gently with his knuckles.

“nu-uh, baby, I want you to use your words,” he says softly, turning his head to the side to place a soft kiss to your calf.

you let out a small whimper, and the corner of his mouth tugs up a little.

“yeah,” you breathe, “‘s okay.”

“good,” he murmurs, and tugs you a little closer.

you lean back a little, the edge of the counter digging into your back, the bite of it the only thing keeping your sanity from slipping as the dark haired man at your feet starts to suck and bite up your legs, until he scoots forward a little and positions his mouth directly below your pussy. suna sits there for a few agonizing moments, his breath ghosting over the one place you want him the most, your body shuddering at the anticipation.

then he stretches up a little, noise bumping at your clit. you jolt, your hips tilting forward to meet his mouth as his tongue begins to lightly lap at you.

he moans, the sound vibrating through you, and begins to pick up his pace. without warning he takes your clit in his mouth and sucks, your hands flying to his hair as you tilt your head back and whine.

“suna,” you gasp, fingers digging into his scalp.

he laughs, the sound causing goosebumps to rise over every area of your skin.

and then he begins feasting like a man starved.

he slips an arm behind your back, forcefully pushing your hips closer to him, your body nearly folded in half. he alternates between sucking your clit and tongue-fucking you, the varying pressure and movements causing a pleasurable ache to grow in your core.

“‘m gonna cum,” you slur, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

but suna halts all movements, and you feel a sharp sting on the inner corner of your thigh. “eyes on me baby,” he hums, and you obey, opening your eyes to look down into his dark ones. “good,” he murmurs, and resumes.

within seconds, an orgasm is rippling through you, your walls fluttering against suna’s tongue. he keeps going well after you’ve finished, the aftershocks lasting far longer than usual. when it becomes too much, you push him away gently with your heel, gazing down at him with your chest heaving.

Thinking about Testuro Kuroo being the first guy you blow.

For all the shit he talks, he’s just as inexperienced. The moment you sink to your knees, his hand is stationary in your hair, eyes wide as he watches you palm the half-chub straining in his pants.

Your eyes meet and he swears his heart stops. He nods, swallowing the lump in his throat when you begin to tug at his pants and underwear.

You lick a stripe along the underside of his shaft, watching his face the entire time. And then the tension in his body fades away as your lips envelop the tip. Your tongue travels his length and he tastes like pure, clean skin.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･ tattoo artist!rintarou suna & innocent fem reader headcanons

10 sfw 10 nsfw

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who whenever you guys are out in public has one tattooed arm lingering down on your waist , making sure you don't get lost an anywhere busy or crowded

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who loves teasing you then when you get upset at all hi teasing and walk away he practically begs like a puppy for attention and forgiveness

"princess i didn't mean it, cmon baby m sorry." he says following you off the couch, his eyes following you with every turn and step you take

"no" you say pouting, walking into your shared bedroom, plopping yourself onto the bed and turning away from him.

"awh princess dont be upset, i said m sorry. i wont ever tease you again okay?" he says slightly chucking, climbing into the bed practically lying his big body onto your much smaller frame

"you mean it..?" you ask innocently

"course i do pretty." he smiles, kissing you all down you neck knowing you're just too cute not to tease ever again.

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who just admires your soft features when you aren’t looking, either watching tv or looking at your eyes light up when you see something you like. comparing them to his more mature features wondering how he got someone so perfect as you.

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who pushes your hair behind your ears mid conversation to see you get flustered and turn away, completely forgetting what you were talking about

"oh my gosh okay so look, i got the new tomodachi life and i literally haven't been able to stop playing baby, its so addictive, OH MY GOSH and i also created you in my world on there, your so stinkin cute oh my go-"

you stop rambling about your game when suna pushes your hair behind your ears and acts like nothing ever happened. with a soft 'mmm' or "continue baby' leaving you completely silenced and lost on what you were saying.

"i cant even finish what i was saying cause you wanna be a stupid flirt." you say turning away putting you hands on your cheeks, feeling the heat spread from your face to your hands.

"you really are so cute you know ?" he laughs

"hpmh yeah, i do know!" you say turning back around to him with that pout on your face like you always have. which just makes him laugh harder, eventually causing you to break and laugh

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who will sit on his lap literally anywhere and he cant get enough, she thinks its just normal and pure but he's trying to contain himself when you sit on his lap when you are hanging out with him and some of his friends.

the twins , aran kita and hitoshi were just over at the house with suna pretty early expected to spend the whole day in the house, eating, catching up, playing games and watching sports. that is until you roll out of be at 12 in the afternoon expecting suna to be there, and when he wasn't, you automatically question if he left. that is until you hear 2 voices arguing in the living room. you roll out of bed in your pink pajama set, hair still messy, and rubbing your eye as you adapt to the new light shining on your face.

they all immediately stop talking an bickering when they see you standing in the entrance of the living room

"ah theres the princess, shes finally awake" suna teases

"good morning guys" you yawn

"its afternoon y/n. but good morning i suppose." osamu says

you walk over to suna and sit right down into his lap, absolutely no care that his friends are here, ad they are starstruck that you just took a seat right on his lap in front of everyone.

"ill assume this is normal." aran says laughing

"very" suna laughs back

they all continue their conversation as if you aren't even there, you don't mind , and neither does suna, safe to say his friends love you guys together either way.

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who always colors in his tatoos when they are lying around together on a rainy day, you always ends up sitting on this back concentrating on staying in the lines whilst he is asleep, letting you use him

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who when the two of you go out to stores you're always eye boggling something with a soft “omg baby this is adorable!” and always ending up not getting it, but your precious bf makes sure that you get what you want with a soft “baby cmon get it, ill buy it” immediately putting that smile on your face and your cute 'thankyouthankyouthankyou' that makes being with you and running his wallet dry with his while.

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who just lets you sit in his tattoo shop whilst either taking clients or just a quiet day, practicing new designs or sterilizing his equipment for tomorrow with you walking around with your arms behind your back looking at the same stuff and hovering over him practicing his new designs asking the most questions and when you get tired, he lets you stay in the back and lay in the pretty pink couch he brought for his shop, just for you. resting your tired pretty eyes from doing absolutely nothing but being his innocent gf.

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who loves leaving you a giggling mess before you guys go out on a date, kissing you down your neck with his large hands around your waist saying all the sweet things you wanna hear like "my pretty baby" or "you are so gorgeous my princess"

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who even some days when your being bratty, he knows how to handle you, by abiding to every thing you say, your cute pouting face bossing him around but once the sun goes down, he knows just how to deal with bratty girls like you— the right way

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who after a long day of brat taming you becomes extremely slow paced in the bed. kissing you down your neck to your chest but refusing to pop your bra and slide your underwear off until he has you begging him, whimpering from his touch.

"rin.. mmpf pleas- ah" you whimper

"not so easy abby, you wanted to be a bratty girl toda yeah ? this is what bratty girls get baby." he teases, kissing lower to down your abdomen and to your lacy underwear.

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who makes you play with yourself in front of a mirror after being insecure all day.

"cmon baby, praise yourself, i know you have it in you." suna chuckles, standing behind the mirror with an aching pain growing in his pants

"i- i cant." you whine, running your fingers up and down your clit. "please rinnie, let me put them in.." you beg.

"nuh uh, not until you look into the mirror and tell yourself how perfect you are." he says

"mpmf fuck- im s-so pretty" you say looking into the mirror, finally putting one finger inside your gummy walls

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who stretches you out oh so well, it burns so good that you can't even complain. you can only moan in blis as he thrusts up into you.

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who loves when he's eating you out and your things come together unintentionally and crush his head.

"rinnie m sorr-" you say, eyes rolling back as his wet tounge flicks your clit

"do it again baby cmon" he says, lifting his face off your pussy just to put it right back.

"h-huh?" you question, sitting up on your elbows, watching him eat you.

"woman crush me again. dont make me beg now." he say , more stern this time. and you do. you lye down on your back and slowly close your thighs against his head.

"oh fuck"

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who typically is dominant in the bed but as soon as he lets you take control its over for him. he turns into a whimpering whiny mess. calling you his mommy, practically begging you to let him finish in your hands.

"are you gonna be a good boy for me ? hm? don't finish until i say so, kay pretty boy ?" you tease, moving your hand fast up and down his thick shift, constantly spitting on it.

"ill be good for you mommy i promise i-ah-- just p-please let me finish.." he whines, throwing his head back onto the headboard, rolling his eyes back.

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who LOVESSS to listen the the weekend when you guys fuck (preferably house of ballon album & kissland)

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who always ends up in the shower with you and claims hes " helping you wash up" but in reality, hes just rubbing your tits (hes so sick i love him)

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who scratches up sunas back when they are fucking with the brand new nail set he paid for and he fucking loves it. when he wakes up next to you in the morning all he feels is the burn and that just turns him on even more, begging you for a quickie in the morning before you head off to work

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who only let osamu taste you, just once, of course.

tattoo artist!rintarou suna with his innocent girlfriend who loves to put his fingers in your mouth when you're being too loud while pounding into you, watching your back bow off the bed and your eyes rolling to the back of your head..

tags. deliveryboy!suna x fem!reader<. drabble, modern au, nsfw, heavy teasing, suggestive themes, suna is a menace, smooth talker, lowercase.

the rain was absolutely relentless, drumming a steady, irritating beat against your apartment window as you stood frozen in the entryway.

on the small table by the door sat a grease-stained cardboard box, radiating a faint, lukewarm heat. standing right in the threshold was the delivery boy, dripping wet, looking completely and utterly miserable.

​he wore a oversized, rain-soaked windbreaker with the pizza shop's logo fading across the chest.

his dark hair was damp, clumping together and framing a face that was the literal definition of deadpan. rintarō looked like he would rather be anywhere else in the world than standing on your welcome mat at nine o'clock on a stormy friday night.

his sharp, fox-like eyes were half-lidded, staring down at his digital receipt tablet with a lazy, exhausted posture.

​"that'll be eighteen fifty," he droned, his voice flat, completely devoid of any customer service enthusiasm.

​your stomach dropped.

your hands immediately went to your pockets, finding absolutely nothing.

panic set in as your eyes scanned the messy living room behind you—your purse was upstairs, your wallet was locked in your car, and your phone app was completely glitching out.

you had a grand total of zero dollars within arm's reach.

​an awkward silence stretched between you, heavy and thick, save for the sound of the storm outside.

rintarō didn't move an inch.

he just blinked slowly, waiting, his expression perfectly blank as if he was entirely used to people wasting his time.

​wishing you could just disappear into the floorboards, a sudden wave of nervous, chaotic energy took over.

you let out a weak, sheepish laugh, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you looked from the lukewarm pizza box up to his damp, unbothered face.

​"so . . . funny story," you started, giving him a playfully tragic look. "i don't actually have my wallet on me. can i pay for my food another way . . . ?"

​it was a total joke.

a stupid, desperate attempt to break the agonizing tension before you begged him to hold the food while you ran out to your car in the pouring rain.

​but the reaction you got was immediate.

​the heavy, sleepy glaze over rintarō's eyes vanished in an instant.

his head tilted slightly to the side, his gaze sharpening as it locked dead onto yours.

the miserable, tired delivery boy persona dropped completely, replaced by a slow, incredibly lazy smirk that crept onto his lips.

​he quietly leaned one shoulder against your doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest as those fox-like eyes slowly tracked over your face, suddenly looking very awake.

​"another way, huh?" rintarō murmured, his tone dropping into a smooth, low drawl that sent an immediate flush straight to your cheeks.

he tapped his fingers against his arm, his smirk widening just a fraction when he noticed how flustered you instantly became. "i'm listening. what exactly did you have in mind?"

two hours had completely blurred together, the heavy downpour outside now nothing more than white noise against the loud, sticky heat trapped within the confines of your bedroom.

the room smelled faintly of rain and slick, the discarded pizza box downstairs long forgotten.

rintarō was panting heavily, his chest heaving under you as you straddled his lap.

his dark hair was a messy, sweat-dampened disaster against the pillows, his usually pale cheeks flushed a deep, breathless crimson.

after four rounds of relentless, messy orgasms, his stamina was completely spent, yet those sharp, hooded eyes still tracked your every movement with an intoxicating, possessive focus.

your movements were driven by a desperate, messy urgency, your hips sinking down to ride him over and over again as you chased another peak. you were completely unraveled, your fingers digging tightly into his shoulders for leverage as you set a frantic pace.

every single friction of your bodies created loud, creamy squelches, the wet, relentless sounds filling the quiet bedroom.

"fuck," rintarō choked out, a low, ragged groan tearing from his throat as your tight heat squeezed him perfectly.

his pale, slight veiny hands gripped your hips with sudden, bruising force, his thumbs digging into your skin to anchor you.

he couldn't even manage his usual smug commentary anymore; he was completely at your mercy, his hips instinctively hitching upward to meet your desperate, dripping thrusts as you both rapidly approached the edge once more.

"i don't know.." you'e kneeling on the hardwood of suna living room, clad in only a pair of thigh-high stocking and a black thong. you're completely topless, hence your arms instinctively fold over chest and wrap around yourself, protecting what little modesty you have left while also shielding your nipples from the cold draft in the room. "i'm not so sure this is the most effective way to make quick money. can't we just doordash like normal people?"

"bit late to back out now; i've already taken most of the pics." he mutter, knelt a few feet away from you. he's already captured a collection of photos while standing, with the camera angled down and you looking up dotingly. now he's on his knees as well, adjusting the lens as he peers at you through the viewfinder, one eye closed, "doordashing is too stressful, anyway. move your arms, need to get your tits in this shot." he says bluntly.

your cheeks heat up at his request; there's something obscene about your best friend asking you that so casually. "well, it's not up to you, dummy, since it's not photos of your ass that are going on the internet for old pervs to jerk over." you huff, action contrasting your sharp words as you pliantly drop your arms to expose your tits to the camera, nipples pointed under the chilly air. you almost wince as the flash of his camera goes off, along with the shutter noise.

"oh, shit, your ass, i forgot about that. we should get some pics of that before i put the camera away." his eyes flickers with realisation, as he looks down and idly adjusts the settings. it's like he isn't even fully listening to what you have to say, but you've been friends with suna for long enough to know that he's purposefully trying to annoy you. hence, you narrow your eyes at him but refrain from immediately cursing him out. "weren't you the one who was just talking about how badly she wants a new computer? eh?"

you duck your head slightly, hair falling in front of your face and you grimace, "yeah.." you whimper as there's another bright flash.

clicking through the photos he just took, a smirk tugs at his lips while he can feel erection aching in his sweats. he gulps and instructs. "cool. so do i. so get all on all fours." it comes out less commanding than he had hopes, yet you obey none the less. albeit, while grumbling and groaning about it.

"ugh.. can't believe you're pimping me out for a new keyboard." you remain on your knees but lean forward and set both of your forearms on the ground, shifting your weight onto them and leaving your ass in the air.

"yup. and you've got your tits out to buy a new pc, so who's worse?" it comes out as less of a question and more of an insult. suna stands up and looks down at you, ass up for him with a measly thong covering you up — most of your cheeks were exposed and the thin fabric molded to the shape of your damp folds, and the strip was so narrow that your lips threatened to escape with one wrong move. he licked his lips and tried to focus, snapping another picture.

"and you know," he remarks, "a custom pink build costs extra. so if you want one, you're gonna have to drop your panties too."

Brazil!Hinata x f!Reader // smut, interact at your own risk

synopsis: You’re broke in Brazil, so you have to pay your pizza delivery guy in a different way

Living in Rio de Janeiro isn’t easy.

There aren’t just tons of people and lots of scammers, it’s also expensive as hell, especially as someone who works as a waitress.

Work is stressful, it’s too hot to cook and your fan is broken.

Life couldn’t be messier.

You come home from an eight hour shift at a beach cafe, your updo is ruined, you stink and your clothes are itching.

Worst part is that sand is in your shoes.

Sand. in. your. shoes.

With a loud groan you throw your bag on the floor and tear your clothes off your body, immediately heading for the shower.

A relaxed sigh escapes you, as you finally let the cold water cascade down your body, washing away the days’ stress. But almost immediately another problem makes itself loud; your stomach.

Why can’t you have one quiet moment??

After a short but well needed shower, you dial the number of your favorite, cheap pizza place.

You should have enough money for a medium sized pizza without toppings, right? Wrong.

15 minutes later you open the Door, wearing a tiny, lace tank top without a bra and shorts that barely cover your inner thighs.

“Oh..hey, you’re the pizza delivery guy?” you try your best seductive voice, probably making a fool out of yourself.

What a girl doesn’t do for some pizza, right?

The man on the other side of your door is around your height, tanned and Japanese. His orange hair falls in his face, on which a giant smile sits. You feel like the smile isn’t even for you or your body, but that the guy just goes through the world with a smile like that.

“Yup, that’s right! Here’s your pizza,” he hands the box over. “That makes 118 R$.”

You nod softly and play with your hair, “Okay. I…have my cash in the kitchen. Wanna come in for a moment while I search for it?”

Hinata leans against your kitchen counter as you bent over something, acting as if you’re searching for money.

After a while, you straighten up just enough for you to look over your shoulder towards Hinata, and pout. “I must’ve forgotten my wallet somewhere! What’re we gonna do now?”

Hinata blinks softly and then shrugs, “Well, I supposed I could-”

“Make me pay in a different way? Good idea.” You interrupt the perplexed guy.

Five minutes later, you’re on your knees on the kitchen floor, hand wrapped around Hinata’s big cock, slowly jerking him off, before letting your lips make contact with his tip.

A loud whimper escapes Hinata as you lick the pre-cum off his tip, “Ah…fuck, just like that!”

His hips twitch, eager to move and push his cock far down your throat, but he barely keeps control over them. “Shit, you’re so good.”

The praise is nothing more than a whisper under his breath, turning into a sharp gasp as you decide to slide his dick deeper into your mouth.

To be fair, you’ve had longer ones, as an example that brown haired Volleyball setter that you met two weeks ago. But Hinata is thick, so you do struggle a little bit.

Your muffled moans disappear in his ginger pubes, as you deepthroat him one last time, before pulling out and letting him cum on your face.

The white liquid drips onto your lips and down your chin, letting you taste him one last time. Hinata exhales loudly after his hectic orgasm and looks down at you.

“That was amazing! I needed that so bad, actually. You know, driving around the city with this heat is not for the weak. But I’m actually here to learn Beach Volleyball, cool right?”

He begins to ramble about his life and passion for volleyball and at a certain point, you gently take him by the shoulders and push him towards the door.

You just wanted a pizza, for gods sake!

“Okay…it was nice meeting you. Thanks for the pizza. Bye.”

Hinata gives you a wide grin, “I owe you an orgasm. How ‘bout you call me some time?”

He didn’t understand a single thing about this deal, did he?

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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work, nor feed it to ai.

n: do not read my fics about blowjobs in a row, istg it’s all the same, so I fucking hate this T_T // not proofread

18+ After practice in the empty locker room, your boyfriend Rintaro catches you staring at his muscles and forces you onto your knees gagging on his cock.

cw: Unprotected sex, oral sex (deepthroating/gagging), hair pulling, dirty talk, teasing/degradation, size kink, semi-public sex.

note: I've been posting daily my drafts and I've been loving itttt! btw I need to update my masterlist I will try to do it today.

The locker room was quiet after practice, the distant echoes of slamming doors and fading footsteps long gone. Most of the Inarizaki team had already cleared out, leaving just the humid scent of sweat, the faint metallic tang of lockers, and the low hum of the overhead lights. You sat on the wooden bench, pretending to scroll through your phone. But your eyes kept drifting.

Suna Rintaro stood a few feet away, back to you, peeling off his damp practice jersey. The muscles along his spine flexed and shifted as he shrugged it off—broad shoulders tapering into his athletic build. His skin glistened faintly with sweat, the lines of his back dipping into the waistband of his shorts. You couldn’t look away.

He paused, then glanced over his shoulder. Those sharp, half-lidded eyes caught you instantly. A slow, cocky smirk tugged at his lips.

“Take a picture,” he drawled, voice low and lazy like he couldn’t be bothered to put any real effort into the tease. “It’ll last longer.”

Your face burned. “I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, you were.” He turned halfway, giving you a better view of his toned chest and the faint trail of hair disappearing beneath his shorts. He didn’t rush to cover up. Instead, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his shorts down just enough to tease, watching your reaction with that signature bored-but-amused expression. “Staring like you’ve never seen a guy change before. What’s the matter?”

You swallowed, trying to play it cool. “You’re the one taking forever. Hurry up so we can leave.”

Suna chuckled softly, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. “Nah. I think you like the show.” His hand came up, lazily brushing a strand of hair from your face before gripping your chin. “Eyes were glued to my back. You into backs now? Or just mine?”

He kept talking in that slow, mean drawl, making you squirm on the bench. Every denial just made his smirk widen. Before you knew it, your hands were on his thighs, and he was guiding you down.

“On your knees, then,” he murmured, voice dropping. “If you’re gonna stare, might as well make yourself useful.”

You sank to the cool tile floor, heart hammering. Suna leaned back against the lockers with a lazy sigh, one hand threading through your hair. He didn’t yank—yet. He just held you there, looking down with those sleepy eyes that hid how sharp he really was.

“Pretty like this,” he commented, almost offhand. He freed himself, already half-hard from the teasing and the power trip. “C’mon. Open up.”

You took him into your mouth, slow at first, tongue swirling around the head. Suna let out a low groan, fingers tightening in your hair. “Fuck… yeah, just like that. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

He was thick, heavy on your tongue. You worked him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and he hissed through his teeth. “Good girl. Deeper—ah, shit.”

You pushed further, and when he hit the back of your throat, you gagged softly. Suna’s grip turned firmer, pulling your hair just enough to guide you. “Easy. Breathe through your nose. You can take more than that, can’t you?”

Another gag as he rocked his hips forward lazily. He didn’t thrust hard—he never needed to with that effortless control—but the pull on your scalp and the way he filled your mouth made your eyes water.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough but still so fucking lazy. He leaned down a little, catching your watery gaze. That cocky smirk deepened. “Can’t understand you with your mouth full. What were you trying to say? ‘Too big’? Or ‘more’?”

You tried to answer around him—something muffled and wet—and he groaned again, eyes fluttering half-shut in pleasure. “Yeah… keep making those sounds. Feels good when you gag like that. So eager.”

He kept talking you through it, mean little praises mixed with commands. “Slower—fuck, yeah, swirl your tongue right there. You’re drooling everywhere, messy girl. You like sucking me off in the locker room? Risky. What if someone walks in and sees you on your knees for me?”

Your thighs pressed together, heat pooling low. Every gag earned another tug on your hair and another smirk when he tilted your head up to watch your face. “Eyes on me. Yeah… just like that. You’re doing so good.”

After a few more minutes of his lazy thrusts and filthy commentary, he pulled you off with a wet pop, breathing heavier but still looking far too composed. Strings of saliva connected your lips to his cock. He wiped your chin with his thumb, almost gentle.

“Up,” he said, tugging you to your feet and turning you toward the bench. “Bend over. I’m not done with you.”

You braced your hands on the bench, shorts and underwear shoved down in one lazy motion by him. Suna pressed up behind you, rubbing his slick cock against your entrance. He was still talking, voice low against your ear.

“I know, I know,” he murmured, that cocky smirk audible even if you couldn’t see it. “It’s big. But you can take it, can’t you? You got this far.”

He pushed in slowly, stretching you open. You gasped, fingers curling against the wood. “Suna—fuck, slow—”

“Shh. Relax.” He sank deeper, groaning low in his throat. “So tight… good girl. Look at you, taking every inch. Knew you could.”

Once he bottomed out, he paused, hips flush against your ass, letting you adjust while his hands roamed lazily over your back and hips. Then he started moving—long, deep strokes that were unhurried but relentless. The slap of skin echoed softly in the empty locker room.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted, one hand sliding up to grip your hair again, pulling your head back slightly. “So wet for me already. Been wet since you were staring at my back, huh?”

You moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Yes—ah—Suna, harder…”

“Harder?” He laughed softly, mean and breathless. “Greedy. Thought you were struggling with how big it is.” He picked up the pace just enough to make you cry out, hitting that spot inside you with infuriating precision. “Say it. Tell me how much you like it.”

“I like it—fuck, I love it,” you gasped, voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. “You’re so deep—”

“Yeah? Feel me here?” He pressed a hand to your lower stomach, grinding in. “That’s me. Filling you up.”

The teasing never stopped. Every time you moaned too loud, he’d smirk against your shoulder and whisper, “Quiet. Unless you want the team to come back and see how well you take my cock.”

He fucked you like that for a long time—deep, steady, lazy strokes mixed with sharp snaps of his hips when he wanted to hear you whine. His free hand slipped between your legs, rubbing lazy circles that made your knees buckle.

“Come on,” he groaned, voice getting rougher. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you squeezing me.”

You came clenching around him with a broken moan of his name. Suna hissed, thrusts faltering for the first time as he chased his own release.

“Fuck… that’s it.” He buried himself deep and came with a low, satisfied groan, hips twitching against you.

He pulled out slowly, helping you straighten up with uncharacteristic gentleness for how mean he’d been minutes earlier. But the smirk was back as he handed you your clothes.

“Clean up quick. Or do you want to walk out of here looking like you just got railed in the locker room?”

18+ Osamu Miya has been fucking you for hours, and this man is still rock hard and greedy.

cw: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, oral sex, messy sex, dirty talk, loud sex, mild dominance, consensual rough sex.

note: PRAISING YES PLS!!!!!!!

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy and humid from how long you two had been at it. Osamu Miya had you pinned beneath him on the bed, his dark hair clung to his forehead, damp with effort, and his gray eyes were locked on your face like he was memorizing every twitch and gasp you made. Your legs were trembling uncontrollably around his waist, muscles burning from being spread so wide for so long. You’d lost count of how many times he’d made you cum—three? Four? Five?—but your body was a slick, oversensitive mess, pussy swollen and dripping around his thick cock as he kept thrusting deep and steady.

“Fuck, look at ya,” Osamu groaned, voice low and rough, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced down between your bodies. “Makin’ such a mess all over me. Soakin’ my cock, the sheets… yer drippin’ everywhere, baby.”

He punctuated the words with a particularly deep thrust, the wet, sloppy sound of your pussy taking every inch of him echoing obscenely through the room. You cried out, a high-pitched whine that broke into a moan as pleasure punched through your exhausted body again. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, another orgasm threatening even though you felt wrecked.

“Samu—ahh—too much,” you whimpered, but your hips still rolled up to meet him, greedy despite the shaking in your thighs.

He chuckled darkly, leaning down so his chest pressed against your breasts, lips brushing your ear. “Yeah? But yer still takin’ me so well. Been fuckin’ this pretty pussy fer ages and yer still squeezin’ me like ya want more.” His breath was hot against your skin. “Want me to clean it off ya?”

You nodded frantically, barely able to form words. “Please… yes…”

Osamu let out a soft, amused laugh. He pushed his hair back from his face with one hand, the motion flexing the muscles in his arm, then slowly pulled out of you with a lewd, wet pop. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, your pussy clenching around nothing. He slid down the bed, dropping to his knees on the floor and yanking your hips to the edge with a firm grip on your thighs. He spread you open wider, staring hungrily at your glistening, puffy folds.

“So messy,” he murmured, almost reverent, before diving in.

His tongue dragged through your soaked slit in one long, firm stroke, collecting your combined juices. You yelped sharply at the intense sensation on your oversensitive clit, back arching off the bed. Osamu’s hands tightened on your thighs, fingers digging in hard as he held you in place.

“Shh, baby,” he mumbled against your pussy, the vibration making you jolt. “I’m just cleanin’ ya up like ya wanted. Such a messy girl fer me… lettin’ me fuck ya this long and still creamin’ all over everything.” He sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly, then lapped lower to push inside you, drinking down every drop. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working you over filled the room—obscene slurps and swallows mixed with your broken whimpers and moans.

Every little touch sent sparks shooting up your spine. You tried to squirm, but he held you firm, devouring you like he was starving. “Osamu—fuck—your mouth… ahhn!” Your hands flew to his hair, tugging as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, smaller but no less intense after so many before.

He groaned into you, the sound vibrating through your core. After several long, thorough minutes of sucking and licking you clean, he finally pulled back. His face was shiny and wet, lips swollen and glistening with your arousal. He wiped it off casually with the back of his hand, licking his lips afterward with a satisfied hum.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he said, voice husky as he stood up, stroking his still-hard cock slowly. It glistened with your juices. “Think ya can handle one more?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as you braced for it, body already buzzing in anticipation.

A gentle but firm hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up. “Eyes on me,” Osamu commanded softly. “Want ya watchin’ when I fill ya up again.”

You obeyed, locking gazes with him. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch. The stretch was delicious even after everything, your walls fluttering around him as he sank deeper. You both moaned in unison—his low and guttural, yours high and needy.

“Shit… how is yer pussy still this tight?” Osamu groaned, eyes half-lidded as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. “Fuckkkkk, yeah baby… that feels so good.”

He started moving, building up a steady rhythm that quickly turned punishing. His hips snapped forward, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and rhythmic. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making you see stars behind your eyelids. Your legs shook violently around him, toes curling as pleasure overwhelmed you again.

“Osamu—oh fuck—right there,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

His moans grew louder, unrestrained groans spilling from his throat with every deep plunge. “Fuck, ya feel incredible… takin’ me so deep… gonna make ya cum again, yeah? Want ya creamin’ on my cock one more time.”

The sounds he was making were getting dangerously loud—raw, animalistic grunts and long, filthy moans that echoed off the walls. Between desperate thrusts, you managed to whimper out a warning, voice hoarse.

“Samu—someone’s gonna hear you—ahh—fuck, quieter—”

He smirked down at you, not slowing down even a little. Instead, he leaned closer, pounding harder as if daring anyone to listen. “Let ‘em hear,” he growled, voice breaking into another groan as your pussy clenched around him. “Let ‘em know how good I’m fuckin’ ya. How many times I’ve made this pretty pussy cum tonight.”

One of his hands slid down to rub tight circles on your clit, and that was it. Your orgasm hit hard, ripping through your exhausted body like lightning. You cried out, back bowing, walls pulsing and gushing around his cock. Osamu cursed loudly, hips stuttering as he chased his own release, burying himself deep and grinding against you while you milked him.

“Fuck—yes, just like that—good girl,” he panted, riding out your climax with shallow thrusts before finally stilling, spilling hot inside you with a long, satisfied groan.

He collapsed over you carefully, both of you breathing hard, bodies slick and trembling. Osamu pressed lazy kisses to your neck, murmuring softly, “You did so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ perfect.” His hand stroked soothingly over your shaking thighs as you both came down.

matsukawa likes an audience, you like being listened to, and iwaizumi really should have hung up. (or— matsukawa answers the phone mid-shift at the pussy eating factory. iwaizumi stays on the line.)

MATSUKAWA ISSEI X FEM!READER ft. IWAIZUMI HAJIME | timeskip, friends with benefits (mattsun and reader use each purely for their bodies), smut, exhibitionism/voyeurism, phone sex, dubious consent in the beginning, third party listening, oral sex f receiving, fingering, vaginal sex, dirty talk, size kink, multiple orgasms, creampie, implied masturbation

word count: 3.7k

hi from marcel: my demons. MY DEMONS. @swordsteel picked iwa so he is here...... title from an mcr lyric (can you guess which ill give you a kiss)

it starts stupidly, like most good things do.

because everything with matsukawa issei starts stupidly.

he is between your thighs, hair mussed from your hands, mouth warm and lazy against you like he’s got nowhere else to be for the rest of his life. which is a lie. he had somewhere to be. he had told the boys he might meet up later, maybe, if he “felt like being social.”

you had known exactly what that meant.

so did he.

so did makki, probably, given the string of texts sitting unread on his lock screen.

you’re already half-melted into the mattress, one knee hooked over his shoulder, fingers twisted in the sheets because issei is being unfair about it. not rushed. not even particularly mean yet. just focused in that loose, maddening way he has, like he’s barely trying and still knows exactly how to make your spine turn to warm water.

his phone starts buzzing on the bed.

you glance over.

iwaizumi.

your stomach flips before issei even lifts his head.

he feels it.

of course he feels it.

his eyes flick up to yours from between your thighs, dark and amused.

“no,” you whisper, already smiling because you are a liar and a freak.

his mouth curves.

the phone keeps buzzing.

issei wipes his thumb slowly over the inside of your thigh, watching your face like he’s waiting for the part where you tell him not to.

you don’t.

so he reaches for his phone.

“issei,” you hiss, but there’s no heat in it. no real warning.

he answers with his mouth still shiny.

“yo.”

you slap both hands over your face.

you get in close. your breath ghosts over his lips, saccharine smile overtaking your face, "you really think your cock's enough to satisfy me?"

he tries to strangle his groan, but you feel how violently his cock kicks inside your cunt.

"does little tsukki need his senpai to teach him how to fuck?" you lick the hollow of his throat. bite down on his neck. relish in the shudders and moans coming out of the usually sarcastic man. "did they not teach you how to make it fit?"

"what the fuck—"

he bucks his hips up into your slippery, wet heat, letting out a string of curses.

when your site started taking off, you immediately thought of osamu to ask for help- he was really good with that tech stuff and you trusted him with everything.

at first, he started behind the camera, managing comments, setting up automatic payment systems, all that jazz, but recently he’s been making guest appearances when the time called.

he’d tie your bonds for you, try out a new paddle gifted by a fan, and he’d even be the lucky guy you got to suck off while your cunt was stuffed by a tip-based dildo machine.

before every show, you and osamu would look through your inbox together, particularly for a comment from who you could call a “generous viewer.” their requests were sometimes extraneous…but it had to be worth the money considering you kept accepting.

so once a week, you see a familiar name pop up in your long list of requests.

it starts off with edging, then overstim, then pet play, step sibling role play, bondage, anal, impact play, etc. at this point, you wondered what even else was there to try?

and of course, osamu is there to help you through it all- strap you up to the spreader, slap you down your sopping cunt, tug at the leash attached to your collar, truly, he is the bestest friend you could have.

and at the end of the day, he’s able to split the profits with you so it’s a win-win for everyone!

camboy roommate!suna who notices everything. the way you walk around the apartment in those tiny little skim shorts, barely covering the cleft of your asscheeks— and the way your low-cut tank top shifts when you bend down, your tits on full display for him like you’re not even trying to hide it.

it definitely gets in his head, because if you truly weren’t trying to get his attention… you wouldn’t be so careless, right?

camboy roommate!suna who steps out of the shower right as you’re passing by; towel barely secured around his hips, v-line exposed like he didn’t care if you saw. his flushed skin is still damp, droplets of water trailing down his rock-solid abs & you could’ve sworn your brain just malfunctioned. he definitely didn’t miss the way you stared a little too long at the sharp dip of his v-line before quickly turning away.

. . .

one day, you asked camboy roommate!suna if you could borrow his laptop after yours died right before you could submit your uni assignment.

you weren’t snooping… well at least, not intentionally. but the moment you clicked on one of his browser, you instantly froze.

being his younger neighbor, knowing that he stares at you when you’re sunning outside, coyly taking off your swimsuit top when you see him watching, tossing it behind your head with a little wave -

“hi, iwa-san!”

you watch for the hard swallow, and yes, instantly, his eyes drop down to your chest and stay there, gaze locked on your nipples so intently that you feel a zip all the way down to your lower belly. a sharp tug so easily stoked into an ache.

(what would iwa-san’s hands feel like on your tits? how would he hold them?)

“it’s hot out today!” you smirk, pointing down at your bare chest. “gotta do what you can to beat the heat.”

for a brief, delicious moment, you see him entertain something in his head. and then he turns around, waving a hand behind him in dismissal.

“creeps live around here, kid. be more careful.”

“Mattsun! Did you see my underwear? I could’ve sworn I put them in the drawer…”

“Mhh, no I don’t think so. Maybe you put them in the washing machine?”

—7 Hours later

Matsukawa‘s hand wraps around his lace covered cock, sitting on your shared bed with his pants halfway down.

Your essence that was left in the pretty, lace panties you wore today and Matsukawa’s Pre-cum mix against his tip, giving his masturbation session a filthy soundtrack.

“Fuck…,” he swears under his breath, while re-gripping his dick; the soft satin makes his hard to jerk off properly.

You may ask, hey, why is your Boyfriend jerking off when he has sex every night?

The answer is simply and easy: Matsukawa Issei is a massive pervert.

Bondage Kink, Orgasm Denial, Breeding Kink, Sadism, Piss Kink, Humiliation— the list of his Kinks goes on.

So, one of his many Kinks is secretly stealing your used panties, sniffing them and using your discharge as lube to jerk off more comfortably.

His eyes are closed tightly, imagining your curves, your voice and the thought of you wearing this panties before he forces his hand away from his hard, red cock, bringing your panties up to his face.

His left hand pushes the slick fabric to his lips and nose, inhaling your scent while his right hand grips his dick again, continuing jerking himself off.

With your scent in his nose and the satin halfway in his mouth, he cums with a loud groan, shooting his load in his hand, imagining it being your wet, warm mouth or gooey walls.

A few hours later, you find your panties in the laundry basket, completely soaked with…white, sticky liquid?

“Mattsun, what the fuck happened to my 100$ panties?”

His eyes widen innocently, “Baby, I have no idea.”

What a jerk.

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based on this

a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.

----------------------------> locker room.

all roads lead back to kei tbh 🤤🤤

divider cred: @omi-resources

sendai frogs!tsukki who tells you it’s no problem for you to be in the locker room. You have a feeling it is though, something about the echo of your foot steps just tells you it’s not allowed. Regardless, you listen. You let him drag you into the back, out of view of the door, where the light no longer seeps through, where the two of you are left alone, and tsukki’s hot, and sweaty.

sendai frogs!tsukki who spends just a second assuaging your worries, large bandaged hands cupping your face, thumbs running over your cheeks as he coos as you, pressing kisses to your temples and your forehead. “What’re you worried about?” “‘Told you you’re allowed here, baby.”

sendai frogs!tsukki who puts on the fake-pleading act, who has fun “begging” you to get down on your knees for him, pleading for you to make him feel good, telling you he needs to relieve his stress before he gets on the court again. “Just quick, please.” You can tell he’s only half-playing around, because whenever he gets like this it's only ever half an act.

sendai frogs!tsukki who lets his head fall back when you pull down his shorts, briefs coming with. The elastic bands sit above his knees where you tugged them down to. His cock jumps out to smack against his lower abdomen, wetting the light hairs of his happy trail. His mushroom tip drips with pre cum, angry and red and begging for a warm mouth to home it. Tsukki lets out a little moan through his gritted teeth. “Fuck yes..”

sendai frogs!tsukki who groans loudly at the feeling of your mouth, tossing his head back as you lave your tongue over the tip, mouth molding around the width of his length. “That’s it…you do it good for me..fuck..”

sendai frogs!tsukki who can’t stop himself from putting a hand in your hair, his grip firm yet comforting. He curses when you throat him deeper, hips stuttering once as he forces himself to watch you take him, panting hard. “Pretty..”

sendai frogs!tsukki who can’t hold back from pushing you down on him, gasping when you choke on his length, the pulse of restriction around his cockhead brushing along all his glands, wet and squishy. “Sh-shit, baby that feel’s fucking good…” “You love this, yeah?” “You take dick so good..” he rambles, hips twitching into your mouth before he finally gives into what he wants. He tightens his grip on your hair before snapping his hips into your mouth, fucking it like you were a toy, one that drooled and whined and rolled it’s eyes back—one that got off on this as much as he was. He groans at the way drool spills out the corners of your mouth, moving your head to meet his thrusts. “I—god, you think this is so hot, huh?” “You like sucking on your boyfriend’s cock before he has to play, hm?” “In the locker room when his teammates are all outside…’you think they know you’re such a slut for me..?”

sendai frogs!tsukki who whimpers when he gets close. He whines through choked moans and pants asking if you’ll take it, take his load all over your face and lick it up after. “Aagh..fuck..’close..” “Baby—baby..I wanna cum on that pretty face…please..fuck!”

sendai frogs!tsukki who moans loudly at the sight of you on your knees, eyes fluttering up at him with your pink tongue out, shiny and coated with saliva. He jerks off in front of your face, his fist fast and desperate. The sound is erotic, the slap and slick of skin rubbing fills the locker room, your tongue twitches in anticipation before Tsukki lets out a final groan. White ropes shoot onto your face, running over your cheeks as he continues to jerk himself off through it. He milks himself from the base to the tip, moaning and praising you as the last few drops land on your tongue. “Shit…take it…so good for me..”

sendai frogs!tsukki who’s face flushes as he stares at you. You’re pretty and panting and totally coated with cum, sitting there waiting for him to say something. He chuckles when you show off his cum on your tongue before finally swallowing. “Dirty girl.” He huffs, amused. Tsukki swipes some off your cheek using his thumb, before shoving it into your mouth, biting his lip at the way you make a show of licking it off his finger.

sendai frogs!tsukki who tells you to just wait here, that he's gonna help you get all clean again, before padding off to wet a few napkins. When he comes back he finds you there, messy and waiting, twiddling your thumbs out of boredom. He hums contentedly as he wipes the cum off your face, relishing at the way you lean into his touch and let him. “There we go, all proper again.” He teases, eyes crinkling with a smile as he meets back up your grin. Tossing the napkins he ruffles your hair.

“C’mon, your boyfriend plays soon,” “You gotta cheer,” he winks.