#mab.afterhours

he only cums when he sees your face.

it doesn't work when you're on all fours, or when you're sitting on him on reverse, or not even when he's spooning you. he needs to see you while he's fucking you. he needs to see the way you react when he's reaching the deepest parts of you.

sure, he likes it when you moan with his every thrust, but goddamn, you just look so beautiful laid down on your back, being the pillow princess that you are, getting what you deserve.

and he gets aggressive when you try and cover yourself with your hands. no, that's not allowed under his watch,

"let me see you, pretty angel."

it sounds like a threat. but he's just so worked up seeing you ride your high. you can't be shy around him, because he'll pin your hands down and fuck you faster, harder, deeper, rougher–

until you can't take it anymore.

you won't even see how he smirks as you try and fight his big strong hands, your eyes blurry with tears steaming down your cheeks, whining, begging him to let you cum, "c-can't take it anymore daddy please!"

so he lets you.

and you feel every vein of him inside that you're spasming around his cock, white cream spreading onto his length as he picks up the pace. and slowly, when you're eyes close shut, back arch at your release, he pulls out, pumps his cock and cums on your face.

"that's my good girl, letting me make a mess on your pretty face, yeah?"

❧ kuroo, atsumu, iwaizumi, suna, ushijima, osamu, matsukawa, bokuto, oikawa

❧ gojo, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, geto

i got carried away. i need him to have one from me.

— content warning: dubcon, smut, suna rintarou x fem reader, unprotected sex, phone sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial | MINORS DNI

suna keeps the portal pocket pussy safe at the farthest corner of his drawer, tucked in its box for extra measure in case any one of the team lurks around his room. he begs to use it for when you're away. and honestly, you're not one to complain, so you agree.

he uses it at the most unexpected and inconvenient times for you, especially when he knows you're going out with your friends to a party. he kisses you goodbye and waits for your we're here! text before waiting an hour to bring it out, his hand teasing the folds with his two slender fingers.

you feel it. and it's intense. you were standing in the middle of the dance floor when you do, and your facial expression drops and mind goes dizzy as you walk back to the corner of the table, bringing your phone out to send him a message.

[from: you]

what are you doing.

[from: suna]

just playing with my girl.

suna sends the text before teasing the tip of his cock to your entrance. you feel it again. and it's way more overwhelming you go to the bathroom cubicle and call your boyfriend, whining and asking him not to put it all the way, that you're gonna make a mess on your clothes, any reason you think of just for him not to do anything more.

"but it feels good, doesn't it?" suna's voice on the phone is sultry and you hear him smiling at the other end. "can't help it, baby, i love when i hear you cry out my name when i do this."

"rin," you muffle your voice with your free hand as you feel him slide in deeper and deeper. "it feels good- ah fuck, but couldn't you wait 'til i get home? shit, i can't take it-"

"yeah you can, i can feel you clenching from over here," he pauses to bottom out on his pocket pussy. "ngh, especially when i'm really deep in ya."

your knees are planted on the ground, fist pressed against the bathroom stall as you clench your phone on your ear, tears pooling in your eyes at the sensation of his dick pumping in and out of you, your moans and gasps heard at the other end of the call. you thought it would be over just like this, but you feel a sudden digit rubbing circles on your clit.

"ohmygod rin," you shriek. "it's too much please i think i'm gonna cum!"

suna gives you grace, pulling out and stopping his thumb from touching your clit. he hears you whine on the phone,

"gonna make a mess, hm? how about you wait 'til i get ya and fuck the real thing?"

— content warning: dom boyfriend!choso x sub!fem reader, thigh riding, humiliation, voice kink (mentions of) cunnilingus, squirting, praise | MINORS DNI

"you can't help it, huh?"

choso doesn't break eye contact. he watches as you desperately ride his thigh, and you're wishing it was anything but. you liked it when he makes you cum on his fingers and his cock, but you're stuck in this humiliating situation of helplessly getting off on your boyfriend's thigh.

all because of a rose toy.

i've been really thinking about how ushijima begs you to sit on his face.

he's so stoic and composed most of the time, but when he gets in the mood, he just, he becomes needy.

he'll do anything in his power to convince you that he'll eat you out and let you sit on his pretty face tonight. he's so desperate to make you feel good it's painful — he knows you're tired after a long day and need a release. ushijima's usually not someone that'll sweet talk you into doing something, but there's just something about you right now,

"sit on me, please."

you look at him all flustered, cheeks warm at how blunt his mouth is. "toshi, you also had a long day, aren't you tired-"

"no," ushijima immediately responds. "need you on my face, right now."

— word count: 0.9k

— a/n: here's part 2 of platonic cockwarming bsf!tsukki ♥︎ thank you for enjoying part 1 and for wanting more !! this can still be read as a stand alone drabble though ! enjoyed doing this mini series sm, let's end this year with a bang *winks*

“you think it’s funny?”

tsukishima’s balls deep inside you, still resisting the urge to move. it’s a game he already lost the moment he asked for you to sit on his cock. he sees you giggling at his question, almost laughing at how he easily broke with your tight pussy.

how come your calm and collected best friend's lost his mind when you already bottomed out on his throbbing length?

— word count: 0.6k

— a/n: no thoughts, just big boy tsukki ♥︎

platonic cockwarming your best friend tsukishima isn't an easy feat. he thinks it's innocent, just something to take the edge off after a long week. he says no one's gonna find out, because best friends don't kiss and tell.

you hesitate, thinking this might ruin the friendship. although you've known tsukishima for years, this is something new between the two of you.

YUP.

— content warning: smut, dilf!kageyama tobio x fem reader, age gap, reader is in their late 20s, kageyama in his 40s (sweet heavens), penetration, unprotected sex, breeding | MINORS DNI

dilf!kageyama who has not touched pussy in so long it leaves him frustrated. him with a stubble and lots of body hair especially on his chest, happy trail littered with salt and pepper hair it drives you insane.

dilf!kageyama who fights his inner demons just not to touch you bc you're so much younger and pure and so, so beautiful he wouldn't want to see you broken.

dilf!kageyama gives in when you tell him you broke up with your ex because he sucks, murmuring in between sobs at how much he hurt you.

(and you didn't mean to blurt out how he sucks in bed.)

dilf!kageyama lets you sit on his lap, cooing at you and tucking your hair behind your ear, whispering husky reassurances of "you're too pretty to get your heart broken," "let me take care of you," "so sweet and beautiful, let me fix what he hurt."

dilf!kageyama still has the stamina of when he was a professional athlete before retiring. he fucks, and he fucks good. he reaches the deepest parts of your cunt so achingly good, stretching you out you hear noises of your slick at every push and pull of his hips slamming into you. he loves when you whine his name and claw at his back, tip of his cock teasing your cervix as he bottoms out and pulls out just a tiny little bit before fucking into you again.

dilf!kageyama's voice is hoarse, his stubble rubbing onto your cheek and shoulder, moaning your name at how good and warm and tight your pussy is just for him. he thinks he's in heaven when he sees your face; your tear-stained cheeks, plump lips, furrowed brows at his every ministrations.

dilf!kageyama who asks if he can cum inside you. to please let me breed you i promise i won't be a deadbeat father. his muscles flexing and breathing ragged as he lets you catch your high. he sees your blissed out face and at the way you nod so quickly he already knows the answer.

yes.

bf suna loves when his pretty gf dresses up and does her makeup when they go out. one, because he loves knowing she likes to get all dolled up for him. two, because he makes it his personal goal to see how much of it he can make you cry off by the time he’s done with you tonight.

— content warning: smut, suna x fem reader (timeskip), established relationship, dry humping, dacryphilia, overstimulation, breeding | MINORS DNI

— word count: 1.2k

— a/n: got carried away with this, brain nothing but thoughts of sunarin <3 thank you for requesting and enjoy reading!

you liked it when you get to elicit a response from suna.

knowing your boyfriend's nature, he's mostly stoic and nonchalant. sure, you can sense his emotions especially when you observe his eyes, but unlike his ever-so-chalant friend miya atsumu, he's rather collected. you both watch memes on your phone and you're about to grow abs from laughing too hard while suna's just watching with a shit-eating grin. there are times you felt he was just numb.

however, there's something that actually riles him up.

"god damn, woman," suna's eyes are twinkling as he watches you step out of the room.

your dress hugs your figure perfectly, hair falling in the right places, and your makeup looks so good on you it complements the features of your face. you do a little twirl to show him the whole fit, heels making small clacking sounds while you do, and you chuckle as you see him eyeing your ass.

"come here," his hands are reaching out, you walk towards him, and his warm hands are now wrapped around your waist, self control almost out the room.

"like it?" you put your arms around his neck, one hand caressing his hair.

"yeah, look at you," suna lets you face the mirror conveniently placed on the wall where you stand, your backside now leaning against him. his hands are roaming your body, almost like giving you a show and tell of his hot girlfriend in front of your reflection. "so fucking perfect."

"rintarou," you try to get his attention by saying his full first name, but to no avail. he places light kisses on your face, making sure he's not ruining the makeup you just did. you're giggling as you try and grab his hands. "what happened to date night?"

"i'm not ruining your makeup, babe," suna says, almost like a heads up. "that's something for later tonight."

and he's not lying. he kept his composure at the restaurant, looking at you in awe as you do literally anything.

suna's smitten and hypnotized, looking at every detail on your face. how you perfectly did a winged eyeliner, the shiny highlight at the tip of your nose, and your glossy lips glimmering everytime you spoke. there's no denying that there's a bulge forming in his pants as he looks at you, he's imagining how much of your makeup's going to last once he's done with you tonight.

you're back home now, and suna grew impatient from the ride home he's carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom, eliciting giggles from you. he knows how you love it when he carries you to the bed, all powerless and accepting your fate, and he loves showing you how strong he is when he does it effortlessly.

he places your back on the mattress and hovers above you. there's a small pause.

"what?" you giggle.

"just admiring your pretty face," suna cups your cheek as his lips reaches yours. he groans, relieved at how he's finally putting his hands on you after a long night. he deepens the kiss, you open your mouth and let his tongue play with yours. you moan as his fingertips roam, slowly removing the strap of your dress from your shoulder, revealing more of your skin.

he trails kisses from your cheek to your neck, one hand pinned on the bed, the other caressing your chest. he's taking his sweet time sucking the skin between his lips, letting go with a pop. suna chuckles as he sees your neck marked with a deep red, and you whine.

"rin," you try and look at the hickey but it's not within your eyesight.

"t's okay babe, you know how to cover this up real good, yeah?" suna reminds you of how you perfectly conceal the marks he make on your skin. he's right.

you roll your eyes, mouthing a whatever as your lips curl up into a smile. you pull the tie wrapped around his neck and kiss him once more, wrapping your legs around his waist.

suna moans, bulge straining in his pants, and you feel it against your sex. you moan at the sensation, and he picks it up, humping his length on your clothed core. you're getting impatient now, reaching for his belt and helplessly try and unbuckle it. he continues to thrust, slick in between your legs pooling, if it weren't for your panties you'd be making a mess all over his pants.

"need you, rin, please," you whine, and he finally helps you unbuckle his belt and remove his pants and boxers down his thighs, just enough to release his throbbing length.

"i know, babygirl, i'm here," he puts your panties to the side, you hiss at the slightest touch of his fingers near your cunt. "all worked up for me? hm?"

"y-yeah," you're so turned on you could cry, eyes glistening as he rubs the tip of his dick on your folds.

"poor baby," he teases. "you're gonna ruin your makeup if you cry."

"don't care," you move your hips forward to try and make him enter the tip. "y-you like that."

"yeah, i do," suna chuckles as he slowly enters his cock in your throbbing pussy. "you're so pretty when you cry."

you moan as he bottoms out, inhaling back the air knocked out of your lungs as he thrusts. deep. all of his length's inside you now and it feels so fucking good you grab his dark brown hair for leverage.

"ah, fuck!" you whimper, tears streaming down your face as suna fucks into you, hitting all the right spots as he picks up the pace. you close your eyes and look away as it feels too much-

"look at me."

his voice snaps you back to reality, and you're trying your best to keep your eyes open just to look at your boyfriend. you see suna smiling widely, chuckling at how you look so fucked out. he thrusts faster, your slick making the nastiest sounds as he does, and he bottoms out again, tip of his cock kissing your sweet spot.

"fuck! hold it right there," you lock your legs wrapped around his waist.

suna groans, placing his forehead on your shoulder. "you're clenching, fuck," he teasingly moves, length going deeper inside.

"ohmygod, rin," he thrusts harder and deeper, and you feel the waves of your orgasm coming. "i'm gonna-"

"yeah, cum for me," suna orders. "cum around this cock and make a mess for me."

you let go, releasing the knot in your stomach, hips thrashing as your slick and squirt wet the sheets and his thighs. you're breathing erratically, chest heaving and tears blurring your vision as you feel another wave coming. "c-cumming again rin fuck-"

and he lets you. suna's cock slides in and out until he bottoms out again, deeply, and you feel his warm cum spilling inside you. he hisses as he feels your pussy throb against his length, lips finding yours to kiss you.

suna slowly pulls out, and you whine at the absence of his dick inside you. he lays down beside you, kissing your cheek before wrapping his arm around you.

"so pretty," suna cradles your face, admiring the makeup you cried off. "so perfect for me, my pretty girl."