probably outing myself a teeny bit here BUT i just found your blog and my heart is exploding w tenderness 😭🫶🏼 if it’s alright with you, could i request another part to “losing your virginity together” w ushijima?? i rly don’t mind whoever else you want to put, but if it would help, i wouldn’t mind seeing oikawa and/or terushima as well!
warnings: nsfw, not graphic, but most smutty out of all of them
notes: someone else requested kenma and akaashi so i added them!
part one / part two / part three / part four
★ akaashi is nervous cause he really likes you, but he takes control. he guides you, eyes watching you carefully, a small reassuring smile on his face when he makes eye contact with you. his touch is so gentle, and he praises you and compliments you a lot.
★ kenma is quiet and shy, but he's eager to touch you. is really sensitive, lots of heavy breathing and biting his lip to be quiet. is kinda shy with you taking care of him, tries to focus the most on you cause he doesn't want your experience to be bad. kinda already knows what he likes cause well, yk the shy ones...
★ oikawa admits he's nervous, but knowing that you are as well reassures him. it's all smiles and very sweet, him biting his lip when he almost moans too loud but eventually he can't hold it in and he smiles when he realizes you like hearing him. he's observing you the whole time, very conscious of what makes you feel good. also praises you.
★ terushima talks a lot to try to mask his nervousness, but also to make sure you're alright. "does that feel good, baby?" "is this okay?" his hands are a little unsure, but when he figures out what to do, he's smirking as he looks into your eyes, proud of himself for making you feel good. lots of heavy breathing, also he whimpers cause he's so sensitive.
★ ushijima is silent, his hands careful as they run along your body like he's scared to break you. but once you get into it, his grip tightens like he's never letting go. his voice stays in a whisper with the exception of a few deep growls when you feel too good.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
synopsis: one drink too many, and you’re standing on a table ready to let the girls fly. your still very much sober husband must intercept this bad decision before it’s too late.
warnings: suggestive themes, MDI. mentions of alcohol/getting drunk, hints of exhibitionism/public indecency (?), swearing, possessiveness, threats/violence, and i think that’s it :D
notes: i love songs that bring inspiration in the most unlikely of ways lol t-pain never misses and he never will - hope yall enjoy! :))
At first, he paid no mind to the commotion happening off to the side of the room, drunkards hooping and hollering for whatever caught their attention for the time being. That is, until he realizes it’s you in the center of all of it. He nearly inhaled soda through his nose upon seeing you get coaxed into climbing on the table, your wobbly movement spiking his blood pressure as numerous scenarios played through his mind of all that could go wrong in the seconds it took for you to get up there.
You spun in a small circle, hips swaying to the beat of nothing with hands waving in an untamed fashion. It was all harmless at the start, just silly dances and slurred chants, all of which didn’t ease the nerves of your poor, spectating husband.
And it only worsened the second a random person shouted,
“Take your shirt off!”
The ones who waste no time snatching you right off the table before you even had the chance to grab the hem of your shirt:
It would be like a sixth sense of DRAKEN’s to know whenever you were up to no good. As soon as he caught an inkling of your tipsy self shimmying up on a table in his peripheral, he set his drink down with a sigh, got up and began shouldering through the crowd. It took him less than a few seconds to get in the front row, paying no mind to those cursing and jeering up at him, his tall stature allowing all the leverage he needed to scoop you up, and throw you over his shoulder. You kicked your legs in protest, but stopped immediately when he gave a mean swat to your ass, large hand gripping the flesh through your skirt to solidify his point—Mine.
“Tsk, that was too close. Better not see you down anything else but water for the rest of the night.”
You wouldn’t even get the chance to register the command before DAICHI grabs your arm with a terse, “Yeah, no, you’re done.” Something told him this would happened tonight, especially since you and Suga made it a goal to out-drink each other. At least that ashy-haired idiot had the decency to pass out at their booth. You, on the other hand, want to put him in an early grave apparently. As he escorted you back down to earth, before you could even fix your mouth to give him a sassy rebuttal, he held your jaw and gave soft, but stern, “Sweetheart. You’re done.”
Honorable mentions: MITUSYA, IWAIZUMI
The ones who use their body as a shield when they react too late, throwing threats left and right at anyone who dared to look or take pictures:
Wouldn’t think twice to jump up on the table too, leather jacket already in hand to wrap up your half naked frame. BAJI snatched your discarded top from one of the weirdos in the front, getting in a small tug of war until he eventually kicked the guy loose in annoyance, sending him backwards onto the hard floor. You didn’t even react, glassy eyes merely appraising him with a drunken grin, babbling about how fast he got up there with you, and how his jacket smelled like him. He couldn’t even stay mad, not when you clearly weren’t in the right mind to make the best decisions, and not when you looked so cute swaddled in the leather, struggling to stand straight. Besides, who was he to judge? He wasn’t a saint either.
“We’re going home. You can get naked all you want there.”
The bouncer didn’t have time to figure out what was happening before it was too late. Once he made it to the dance floor, KYOTANI hit him square in the forehead, sending him crashing into a nearby table, knocked out cold. In a flurry of punches and swings, he mowed down a good chunk of the male centered audience, leaving no one but those that have already averted their gazes or ran off to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. By now, the music had stopped, nobody was dancing, except for you of course. Your husband huffed and puffed, deadly stare daring anyone to look your way while you were still exposed, happily swinging your shirt around without a care in the world. Eventually he broke the heated glare to turn and coax you back down with ease, arms wrapped around you protectively as he shuffled you both towards the exit.
“Mm…you’re so warm, Tarō…”
“Tch. You’d be too, if you kept your damn clothes on…”
Honorable mentions: IZANA, TANAKA
The ones who are stunned and stare, before acting:
Like a damn teen caught in a titty bar, SHINICHIRO gaped and gawked, forgetting what he got up to do instantly, as if seeing your naked chest reset his mind like the neuralyzer from the movie, Men In Black. It’s not until the younger Haitani brother made a call from the DJ booth to, “Please get your wife down, Sano. Though we appreciate the view, we don’t need another law suit,” did he snap out of the trance. Despite you weakly batting his hands away, you eventually caved and came back down. But the real challenge was getting you to put the shirt back on.
“Baby, clothes are good, they aren’t ‘flesh-prisons’—No, no don’t you run, please don’t run, I won’t be able to focus if you make them bounce, baby, stop..!”
BOKUTO.exe unresponsive. He would blink owilshly, face stuck in a shocked smile as he watched you take off your shirt with impressive speed, given your inebriated state, and swinging it around like a trophy. He watched as many in the crowd shouted for you to throw it, getting a sense of déjà vu from one of his games whenever his fans wanted his sweaty towel. Bokuto eventually came back to his senses when Akaashi elbowed him urgently when he noticed you reaching for your skirt next. “B-Bokuto-san!”
“O-On it! I’m coming, [______]!” He soon took off his own shirt and tossed it over his shoulder, it landing on Akaashi’s head. He then bulldozed through the stalks of people, determined to take the attention off of you and onto him to save you from further harm or embarrassment. “Hey, hey, hey! That’s my wife! If anyone’s gonna watch her strip, it’s gonna be me!”
Honorable mentions: KAZUTORA, ATSUMU
The ones who join the crowd and cheer:
Let’s be honest, HANMA’s worries wouldn’t even truly be present. If anything, the only thing that troubled him was the idea of you regretting it tomorrow once your head was clear, and being scolded for not stopping you. But, how could he? Why would he? He wasn’t ashamed of his woman wanting to show off her goods, being the envy of the room knowing that he was the only one who got to touch them, taste them. He’ll deal with the repercussions later. Tonight, his girl was going wild and he couldn’t be more supportive.
“Yeah, take the bra off too!” He called out from his seat, phone ready and recording, grinning like a smug bastard.
When he showed the video to you the next day, it was almost worth the couple nights he spent banished to a motel down the street. Almost.
TERUSHIMA was happy that you were having fun. Despite the possessive urge to hide you away from the preying eyes of everyone eager to watch the display unfold, he couldn’t help but get off to the fact that everyone could see the assortment of hickies that were littered across your soft and supple skin, bite marks visible on the mounds like tattoos as a reminder to anyone who thought they had a chance with the pretty girl willing to strip in front of strangers; she’s taken. And so are ‘the girls’.
synopsis; your best friend kuroo finds you crying after another argument with your toxic boyfriend terushima however this time, kuroo takes a different approach on showing him how to treat you.
warnings; slight angst, terushimas a dick, angel baby kuroo, tershima redemption arc? penetration, usage of handcuffs and blindfolds, cunnilingus/oral sex.
not proof read.
"please just talk to me." you plead with terushima, desperate to break down his walls.
but despite your efforts, he scoffs, not even sparing you a glance. you sit for a moment and allow stillness to be your comfort, wondering why you even bother. maybe its love or maybe its just attachment but either way something is stopping you from leaving. you open your mouth to speak again, maybe fourth times a charm?
really? you believed that? wrong!
before you could utter a word you were cut off by a monotonous voice.
"if you're 'gonna keep whining then do it somewhere else," he dismisses you, "'m not interested in a therapy session."
"why do i even bother?" you mutter with a bitter smile and before he could muster up a response you'd already grabbed your keys and left.
i mean what did you expect from him, validation? communication?
you had been with him long enough to know that reassurance was the last thing he would give you.
whilst in the car you instinctively reached for your phone to call your best friend. it was basically a routine now. you typed kuroos name in your phone and it barely rang before he answered.
"hey i was just picking up some foo-" he paused. "you good?" he asked, almost like he felt something was off.
you swallowed the lump in your throat before daring to answer, "yes im fine. yuji is being his typical self. same old."
it takes a moment for him to answer but when he did, it was clear and simple. kuroo wasnt one to beat around the bush.
"come over ill meet you at mine."
forty-five minutes. forty-five minutes of you rambling about your altercation with your boyfriend and kuroo was there listening to it all no complaints.
you had told him about your issues and kuroo , reluctantly, reminds you that terushima does love you of course you know that but when it comes to feelings, its like he just shuts down.
for a brief moment, you see something flash in kuroos eyes.
anger? no...
you cant quite pinpoint what emotion it is but before you can try and figure it out his smooth voice cuts through yours in an instant.
"hey lets go over there." he says without a second thought.
"are you crazy?!" you say, completely taken aback by his statement.
"nah, just trust me on this, doll."
fuck it. maybe you were just as insane but the curiousity in you won and here you are. specifically, here you, kuroo and terushima are. in your spacious living room. in silence.
as established before, kuroo wasnt one to beat around the bush and he sliced through the tense atmosphere, "so lately, ive been hearing some things about you."
terushima ignores kuroo and looks to your visibly nervous frame, "y/n, what is this?"
"eyes on me, pretty boy." kuroo diverts terushimas attention back onto him, "as i was saying, ive been hearing that you've been treating my best friend here pretty crappy so ive taken it upon myself to show you just how to treat her." his signature smirk unmoving.
a cocky smirk finds its way onto terushimas face, "thanks for the advice man but i think i know how to take care of my own girl."
and then you see that look in kuroos eyes again. this time you recognised it.
determination.
kuroo chuckles, crossing his arms. "wanna bet?"
you can't recall the last 10 minutes but somehow you're little reunion has managed to travel up to your bedroom.
"kuroo, what is going on?" you ask nervously, more concerned why you're laying on your bed wearing nothing but a blind fold and handcuffs.
"didnt i tell you to trust me?" kuroo shoots back, voice unwavering. the blindfold had stolen your vision but his voice carried a smirk you could practically see.
you stay silent but tense when you feel kuroos hand sliding up your soft thigh, his fingers traced your thigh as if he was attempting to commit every inch to memory.
he was gentle, terushima was more rough, not that you minded but it was just the way the two seemed to juxtapose that caught you off guard.
kuroo parted your thighs exposing your most vulnerable area. you could feel the cool air against your core but more importantly you could practically feel the slick dripping out of your aching hole.
"already honey? when was the last time terushima took care of you?"
you hesitated, "what do you me-"
"when was the last time he fucked you good? last time he made you cum?"
you felt the heat rush up to your face. despite your lack of vision the room began to feel as if it was spinning.
you part your lips to speak, "last week."
kuroo gave you a pitiful look, "oh baby, we cant have that," his honeyed voice cooed, "see if you were mine you'd be cumming at least twice a day and thats with just my mou-"
"careful." terushima cut him off, his uncharacteristically low tone vibrated through the room.
kuroo chuckled, "my bad." he raised his arms in faux surrender.
what did he mean 'if you were mine'? you thought to yourself.
terushima seemed to relax a bit but the tension in the room remained. he couldn't help but feel more than a pang of jealousy seeing kuroo talk about his pretty girl like that.
kuroo turns his attention back to you and the next thing you felt was something warm and wet drag across your slit. reflexively, you buck your hips closer towards the warmth attempting to get more friction.
"see? all it took was one lick and you can see how desperate she is."
terushimas jaw clenched in frustration. "hurry it up."
"maybe thats your problem. always rushing. i prefer to take my time with delicate things." kuroo says, his care free facade cracking for a moment.
without warning he dips his tongue back inside you. he licks stripes up your cunt, lapping up every drop as if he'd been starved. he uses one of his fingers to draw 8's on your clit and is quick to insert his two digits inside you, curling them at the perfect angle to make you squirm.
he relishes in the sound of your whines and pleads for more. except he won't give you more, he knows he wont need to.
"hear the way shes whining? means she's close. ill give it a couple seconds before she cums." he says confidently and counts down from three, still working his tongue on your clit and right on three you feel that imaginary elastic band snap.
he feels you clench and come undone around his fingers.
as you ride out your orgasm kuroo is there every step of the way finding amusement in your struggle to form coherent sentences.
"kuroo! f-fuck i cant! too much!" you babble on.
"you can baby, im here. think you can give me another one?"
without realising, you had already nodded and kuroo went in again but this time you feel something else pressed against your entrance.
something warmer, something bigger. much bigger.
he slides into you, pushing through the pressure of his cock stretching your tight hole. you gasp at the sudden intrusion but quickly grow used to the feeling.
he throws his head back, groaning as he thrusts into you at a steady pace. you're legs shake at the intensity of it. each thrusts was slow but assertive. he really did take his time. almost like he was trying to make your walls learn and remember each vein that ran along his cock.
it was strangely intimate.
he undoes your cuffs and immediately your grasp finds its way into his back, drawing blood as you scratch looking for some outlet of relief.
"im close." you say weakly. all your energy drained from your previous two orgasms.
"i know honey, hold out for me a little longer."
your about to whimper a meek, "okay" but it turns into a gasp when you feel two hands cup your breasts. it wasn't kuroos. you still couldnt see but your body easily recognised these hands.
terushima.
"alright im starting to get it," he says cockily, his nimble fingers teasing your nipples. "my girl needed a lot more attention, yeah?"
he says and you respond with a drawn out whine. he envelopes your nipple with his mouth, giving it little nibbles and tugs with his teeth then soothing it with the cold metal of his tongue piercing.
you lean into his touch and whimper. "yuji..."
he lets go with a 'pop!', "mhm?" he hums.
"switch."
you didn't have to tell him twice.
swiftly kuroo pulled out and terushima took his place. he slid into you and brought his hand down to play with your abused clit.
kuroo stood as he watched, finishing himself off in his hands.
the stimulation had your mind short-circuiting and for the final time you felt yourself cum although this time you had made quite the mess. your juices squirted all over terushimas abdomen and the sight caused him to release his hot seed within you.
"perfect." kuroo mutters.
terushima takes your blindfold off and as your eyes adjust to your surroundings you watch as terushima wipes the sweat off his forehead.
as you regain your energy you quickly realise kuroo had to finish himself. i mean what kind of friend would you be if you left him hanging?
you whisper something the long the lines of 'kuroo', 'bed', and 'handcuffs' in terushimas ear and see mischief flash in his eyes and smile.
in a matter of seconds terushima had manhandled kuroo to the bed and forced the handcuffs onto his wrists, completely immobilising his top half.
"s-slow down?" kuroo laughs trying to disguise his nervousness.
"you made me cum so its only fair i return the favour." you say in a matter of fact tone.
kuroo cant help but enjoy the switch in dynamic. he opens his mouth to make a snarky remark but chokes on his own words when he feels a sudden wet warmth around his cock.
he looks down to see you greedily take his entire length in your mouth. you tease him a bit, kitten licking his pink tip before bobbing your head up and down as you suck him off.
the sight of you so eagerly trying to swallow his cock was something he thought he'd never actually ever be able to witness first-hand.
as you vacuum around him he tugs helplessly at his retraints, attempting to push his hips further towards you.
within seconds he shoots white ribbons down your throat and his heart skips a beat when he sees you happily swallow every last drop.
"atta girl." terushima praises.
at the end of this, terushima had definitely learnt a lot on how to properly give his special girl the attention she deserves. i mean that was kuroos entire goal.
as they say, what are friends for?
hi im back this is my last hq fic so hope you enjoyed!!
they are the type of person to pull you in for a deep kiss when the cashier at the restaurant thinks you’re pretending to be a couple for a valentine’s day discount. doesn’t matter if you’re faking it or not, they’ll do it anyway.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
SMUT CHAPTERS FROM MY BOOKS ON WATTPAD WILL BE POSTED HERE. TO READ THE FULL BOOKS GO TO MY WATTPAD.
CHAPTER 022
Y/N's first lesson in the art of seduction started with the University counsellor, Rintaro Suna, the man who'd suggested this to her in the first place. The time ticked well past 5 pm when everyone on the campus had either retired to their dorms or gone back home. This hour was when Suna arranged to meet with her.
Despite at first being confident in what she wanted from these lessons and taking them only for her own benefit, she couldn't help but feel immensely nervous. After all, she had no experience whatsoever in any of the things Suna or the others had planned for her. She didn't want to embarrass herself or make herself look like a fool. Not only this, but being taught how to seduce a man was a very odd thing to learn about.
"This is for Kenma..." Y/N whispered quietly, trying to motivate herself as she stood outside of Suna's office. "For yourself...to prove...that bitch wrong... You can have any man you want once you're done with this, everyone will want you..."
She closed her eyes and focused on her goal before opening them again and opening the door. Stepping into the room, she saw Suna there at his desk making some tea for himself while he glanced through something on his laptop. His eyes flashed up from his screen and a smile formed on those thin lips of his.
"A little late, are we?" Suna commented, standing up with his cup of tea clutched in his hand. His suit jacket was neatly placed over the back of his chair, leaving him in his white buttoned up shirt and tie.
"Sorry," she mumbled, sitting down on the couch where she usually sat.
Suna approached the door and closed it. His fingers pushing the lock in place, clicking it locked.
He turned around and Y/N expected him to take the single sofa opposite her as he usually did, however, this time, he sat right next to her on the couch.
"Now, for today's lesson, we'll start off slow," the counsellor told her. "We won't rush into anything just yet, we'll just outline the basics."
She nodded.
"Have you ever had sexual relations before?" he queried.
She remained silent, too embarrassed to tell the truth.
"Well?"
"I don't...want to say."
"Y/N, if I'm going to help you, you've got to be willing to help me help you," he expressed. "This is an important question since it'll let me and the other teachers know where you're at and also with what--"
"N...no..." she said.
"Hmm?"
"I...haven't done it...before..." she murmured shyly.
His eyes widened and his pulse began racing, he swallowed deeply.
"A...alright then, alright. Now we know that," he nodded. "I'll approach this differently. Okay, have you...kissed anyone, on the lips specifically?"
She shook her head.
This stunned him. "Not any of your past boyfriends?"
"No," she answered. "I kinda kissed Hinata on the cheek cause I was really shy back then. We never really kissed, like...that."
"Then that'll be the first thing I'll teach you today," Suna smiled kindly. "I've had...a good share of partners throughout my life-- being in your thirties assures that, but I can tell you one thing. Men love it when a woman can kiss right, makes them weak in the knees."
"You've been weak in the knees before from a kiss?" Y/N raised a brow.
"Yes, yes. And I'm not shy to admit it," he laughed.
She chuckled at this.
"Now, first things first," he stated.
He schooched over so to get closer to her.
"I'll be taking the lead for now just so you get a better grasp of how to do it, alright?" he told her, moving in closer until their legs were touching.
"Okay..."
Suna gently cupped her face in his large hands, the veins on the surface pressing against his skin from the excitement gushing through him. His rough fingers brushed against her delicate skin, feeling her exceedingly soft flesh against his own-- driving him mad with bliss.
Y/N nervously stared into Suna's dark eyes, not sure where else to look.
"I will...demonstrate, then I will explain..." he murmured softly, his hot breaths tickling the side of her face when he spoke. The smell of his cologne mixed with his breath that smelled of earlgrey tea slithered into her nostrils, providing her with a feeling of comfort within her heart.
Slowly, he brought his face closer to hers, his eyes slowly lowering themselves to glance at her luscious lips-- where his own would soon take their place.
And finally, that blissful feeling happened.
Y/N flinched when she felt his surprisingly soft lips make contact with her own, stealing her first kiss, as his tender lips kissed her own with skill. It began slowly and softly, with great care not to startle her. One of his hands caressed her cheek while his other one on the other side of her face held her still.
Then, he added a little something more with each second that passed by.
Suna nibbled on her lower lip and his tongue lapped across her lips, tasting the sweetness of her flesh. He managed to part her lips with his skilled tongue as it finally entered her mouth, earning a surprised sound from her, muffled by their lips pressed together so tightly. The sound vibrated against his lips and sent it reverberating all the way through his spine.
She squeezed her legs together and gripped the edge of the couch, her fingers digging into the fabric while Suna's tongue explored every single crevice of that mouth-- tasting every bit of her.
It felt...good...
He desperately didn't want to stop, it felt so good to kiss her finally, to touch her, to be so close to her. However, he knew he was starting to take it a bit further than he needed to, therefore he forced himself to stop despite the deep yearnings of his heart.
He pulled away and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"Well, how was it?" Suna asked her opinion on the matter.
Y/N still rather flustered and stunned by what'd just happened took a few seconds to adjust.
"U...uh..." she trailed off.
"I'm sorry, did i make you uncomfortable?"
"It was...good..." she whispered meekly.
His heart sped up.
"How did it feel...?" he queried. "Where...did you feel it?"
She didn't answer.
"You need to be honest with me," he said to her.
She just squeezed her legs together and Suna got the idea.
"I see..." he murmured with understanding. "So you were aroused?"
"Eh!?"
"Y/N, this is a Sex Ed lesson, it's fine to admit that," he reassured her. "That's the whole point of this."
"F-- fine, yes...I was..." she choked out, avoiding eye contact.
"Alright there you go," he smiled. "See, that's what a good kiss can do to someone. Even if they're not completely into you, you can change their mind by giving them a nice kiss. It's a good way to get the mood going for when you want to take things even further. It'll be good if you can perfect this before you move on with the other lessons the other teachers will be showing you."
"Okay."
"So, what you want to do there is copy exactly what I just did to you," he instructed. "Though, maybe when you're instigating, wrap your arms around his neck. Men don't really like it when you cup their face. It's okay but it's better to wrap your arms around their neck cause it's a little bit more feminine."
"Got it," she said, taking notes in her head.
"Now, if the man instigates a kiss, they'll be the one doing the most but that doesn't mean you just sit there like a fish with your mouth open," he told her with a small chuckle. "You gotta start kissing back. For example, you start to wrap your arms around their neck, pull them in closer and tilt your head slightly to the opposite side they're kissing you, nip their lower lip or nibble on it. Stuff like that."
His eyes trailed across her features.
"Shall we try again?"
"Yep," she answered quickly.
Again, Suna kissed her lips and though it shocked her again, she managed to overcome her shock this time. She did as Suna said and wrapped her arms around his neck, she slightly tilted her head to the side, allowing him more access to her lips. Though she didn't really kiss back, there was some improvement in her confidence, at least she wasn't doing nothing this time around.
"Now, try to kiss back...this time..." Suna said between kisses.
Y/N didn't really know when to do it since Suna was taking such a proactive role. But finally she managed to sneak in a kiss, kissing him back with the same amount of passion he was giving her. One of her hands trailed up his neck and to the back of his skull, feeling the shorter side of his hair against her fingers.
This made Suna shiver in pleasure.
"Just...like...that..." Suna said every time they pulled away from each other briefly to catch some air before their immediately continued where they left off, their casual kiss beginning to turn into something a lot more steamy and sensual.
Then, for the first time in her life, a soft sigh left her lips.
This sent Suna into overdrive, his body bursting with hormones.
"Improvise..." he whispered into the kiss, encouraging her.
She was definitely a fast learner.
Y/N's tongue fought against his as they kissed deeply, his hands leaving her face so he could have more mobility and gripping her hips tightly instead. Y/N then, wanting to prove herself to Suna, started getting more and more closer to him, getting on top of his lap and straddling his legs.
Suna's eyes widened at this sudden motion of hers.
She forced his head back against the back of the couch, not once breaking the kiss as she did so, their breaths growing more rapid and hotter with each minute they continued with their makeout session. His head lulled back slightly and leaned against the couch. Her hands were initially placed on his muscular chest yet they slowly migrated up to his broad shoulders. Her breasts were pressed right up against his torso, drawing his attention onto them and making him conscious of this fact that they were pressed onto him-- merely heightening his aroused state.
Y/N could feel her head spinning from the feelings stirring up inside her stomach and lower region-- she never knew a simple kiss could make her lose her mind.
Suna was right.
His hands squeezed her hips, earning a high pitched sound from her.
A low hum vibrated in his throat which sent a pulse through her stomach all the way down to her lower region.
"Mmgh..." Y/N moaned out.
A muffled chuckle of amusement left Suna's throat.
Y/N's lower region was pressed right up against his own as she straddled him. So engrossed in the moment, she grinded down on him to satisfy her own arousal, not realising she was arousing the counsellor as well.
"M-- ngh...!" Suna choked out.
He could feel himself becoming more and more aroused. The idea of her wearing a skirt and grinding down on him caused him to become ravenous.
His nails dug into her hips and he pushed forward, so his head wasn't pressed against the back of the couch anymore, taking his assertive position back from her.
Suddenly, Y/N felt a sharp pain in her mouth and her eyes shot open. Suna had nipped down hard onto her lower lip, causing some blood to seep out from the minor cut.
"O-- ouch..." she whined, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as she tried to catch her breath.
His hands ran up and down from her waist to her hips and vice versa.
"Oh...sorry about that," he said when he saw the cut. "I didn't mean to. I think...I just got carried away."
"No, no, it's fine," she said bashfully. "I...I think I got pretty carried away. I just..."
"No, you did amazing," he said with real amazement in his voice. "For your first time you felt like a natural, you improvised, took an assertive position, kissed back-- you did everything fantastically."
"Really?" she gasped.
"Yeah, maybe might need some practice, but you're a natural," he chuckled. "That's for sure."
So much happiness and excitement filled her eyes that even Suna could see it.
"Yes!" she exclaimed in triumph. "I'll get this in no time!"
"You sure will," he breathed out.
She paused when she noticed she was still straddling him and he was still gripping onto her.
"Sorry," she apologised and quickly got off of him.
Suna's heart ached terribly when she moved away from him, as though a piece of him had been stripped.
"So, is there anything else you wanted to teach me today?" Y/N questioned, eager to learn more.
She could already feel some confidence and self-esteem filling her.
This feeling...was new.
"Hmm..." Suna thought for a moment. "Well, there's a lot to teach you still. But for today, since we're taking things slow, no, that's everything for today."
"Awesome!" Y/N jumped to her feet and quickly started fixing her hair so no one would know what had gone on between them. "When's my next lesson?"
"Oh uh..." he thought. "I think it's with-- well actually I don't know. Remember that group chat I set up with all of us in it? You'll get a message, just like today, when your next lesson is and with who."
"Got it!" she nodded a broad smile plastered on her lips.
"You should get going now, wouldn't want to keep you here too long since you gotta study," he laughed.
"Thank you so much, Mr Suna, for everything today!" she proclaimed, waving goodbye to him as she hurried out of the room, excitement bubbling in her chest.
Suna sat there for a few seconds and groaned to himself about his own stupidity and how if maybe he'd not lost control and bitten her lip...he perhaps...maybe...possibly...could have also taken her first time...
He was extremely sexually frustrated.
He closed his eyes and imagined the scene that just played out a few minutes ago.
"Damn...it..." he huffed.
Suna reached out for the warm tea he brew before Y/N's arrival and when he placed the cup to his lips he frowned.
Sometimes you bop through your art folders and are reminded of things you were so excited about at the time... but have completely forgotten existed. Thanks adhd? 🙃
I present a Haikyuu / KPop Demon Hunters crossover no one asked for, pitting setters against captains. I'd just started really going in to refine things, so it's rough... but this may just be its final form, haaa.
Of course when you’re running late, all ready to go have some girl time does your boyfriend has to interfere. He couldn’t resist how hot you looked all dolled up to go hang out with your girls.
You grab your purse and look at yourself one more time in the mirror, fixing yourself. “Baby, I’m leaving.”
“Give me a kiss darling.” Says your boyfriend who is stuck playing video games online with his friends.
“But baby, the girls are outside waiting for me.”
He of course doesn’t take no for an answer as he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you in, leaving no space in between you two. He gently cusps your chin having you look directly at him as he is staring at your lips. He crashes his lips with yours and you wrap your arms around his neck. He sticks his tongue in your mouth and your tongues meet. He groans a bit as you moan.
He reaches down to your breasts gripping on them. He begins to want to pull your body suit out from your pants and you push his hand out of the way. You reach down to his growing bulge coming from his shorts and you give him a tease. You cause him to groan again which drives you crazy. You then push him away and turn to the mirror just to see you lipstick disappear. You rush to the bathroom to touch up and come back to your room to see him covered in your lipstick.
And yes, you feel your underwear completely drenched but time is running out to change.
“Ahh I’m extra late. Gotta go baby.” You reach in for one more kiss and try to wipe his face quickly.
“Have fun gorgeous. You’ll get some later, love ya.”
