β‘Β΄ο½₯α΄ο½₯`β‘ happy valentineβs day !! π
SAYU MY LOVEEE HAPPY VALENTINES <333 valentines day or not, everyday will always be loving sayu day <3 youre so adorable and lovely, i love you so much :ββ)
β« ft. akaashi , kita , atsumu , suna , sugawara x gn!reader
β« a/n: flirty kita warning !! >:) sorta kinda suggestive
β« AKAASHI comes home from work with an expression not often seen on his charming face β something a little lovestruck with a hint of giddiness. and as you pull him in for a hug, something you've gotten used to doing every evening when you hear his footsteps outside the apartment door, he wraps a single arm around you, hiding the other one behind his back. "what're you hiding from me, keiji?" you ask, a smile showing through your words. he presents a bouquet of the prettiest roses you've ever seen. they're a mix of pink and red ones all wrapped in a baby blue bow. he has an excited look on his face as he hands them to you, almost like a child showing you a drawing they made in class. and you can't help but tease him just a little. βaw, couldnβt decide on a color?β you joke lightheartedly, pulling him into another hug and grinning when you feel both his arms wrap around your waist. βyeah right, iβm not as indecisive as you," he pauses, pressing a kiss to your hairline. "red for my everlasting love for you, and pink for my gratitude towards you and the life weβve made together.β
β« KITA surprises you with a romantic candlelit dinner. itβs nothing fancy, but it warms your heart to see him plate the meal he's made for you two. his favorite song is playing in the background, and his face is glowing above the warm flames. he hears your footsteps behind him, and he turns around with a gentle smile. "what's all this?" you ask him as you reach to kiss his lips. "wanted to do something nice for ya, love. you're always cooking meals for me. thought i'd return the favor today." he ushers you to your seat at the dining table (which isn't really a dining table, it's just a small, round table with two seats across from one other. kita hopes that one day you'll have a bigger table, maybe more seats around it, too). and that's when you see that he's made his grandma's signature meal β fried rice, but it's shaped into a heart. "ya like it, sweetheart?" a little laugh leaves you at how utterly cute he is. "yeah, shin, i love it. thank you for this." he leans down to kiss you again, getting a little carried away this time. and when you pull away breathlessly, he walks to his seat nonchalantly with his lips turned upward. "how about we eat before the food get's cold, hm? we can continue that a little later."
β« ATSUMU loves spoiling you. that's nothing new to your relationship. he's a little cheesy at times, but he always has the purest, sweetest, most kindhearted intentions. on valentine's day morning, he showcases his efforts while you're still trying to wake yourself up. your hair's a mess, your eyes still unfocused from the hours of sleep, but there's something charming about the way his eyes trail over your tired face β like he's taking it all in, committing each stray hair to memory. with a toothy smile, he climbs back into bed with a teddy bear, a cheesy card that says "you're my fineapple" (you want to tell him how much he looks like the pineapple on the front of the card, but... you shouldn't ruin the moment), a large bouquet of roses, and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. but what he doesnβt tell you is that underneath one of those chocolates is a little ring. not an engagement ring (he wants to do something a little more grand for that moment, maybe be a little more awake), but a beautiful diamond ring with a small, dainty heart on it. seeing it on your finger reminds him of how youβve taken his heart, holding it gently in your hands with so much care β something no oneβs ever done before.
β« SUNA pulls out a box from his pocket. it's velvety and looks expensive. and in his other hand, he holds a bouquet of primroses wrapped in pink paper. "they're beautiful, rin." the sweet scent of the flowers brings a smile to your face. "you like them? the worker at the shop said they mean 'eternal love'. i dunno, i just really liked that." suna's never been the type to look deeper into the significance of things, but the moment he heard those two words, he knew he had to give them to you. and seeing the primroses in your hands made a feeling of pure adoration bloom in his chest. next, he opens the box. and sitting in it is a delicate diamond necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. he slips behind you to place the necklace around your neck, his slender fingers clasping it shut. his whispered words reach your ears, leaving them feeling hot. "i'm lucky to have you, babe." and suna's glad that you aren't facing him at this very moment, or you'd see the blush painting his cheeks. but once you turn around to tell him how you're the lucky one, you see the remnants of heated cheeks and a rare, yet dashing smile.
β« SUGAWARA covers your eyes with his hands as he walks you to the kitchen, or at least tries to. you feel him against your back as you walk cautiously, trying your best not to trip the giddy man behind you. he uncovers your eyes and makes a little ta-da sound, pointing to the chocolates he spent the last couple hours making for you. they're cute, a little wobbly, but definitely the most unique ones you've ever seen. "i didn't have molds, but this one's you, this one's me, this one's a cat, and the rest are hearts." he points to each one with sparkling eyes. his shirt is covered in chocolate, and so are his lips, so you pull him down for a kiss that catches him by surprise. "oh, they taste good," you pull away with the taste of milk chocolate dancing on your tongue. and he picks up one of the heart-shaped ones, takes a bite, and tells you to "have another taste." and of course, you do as he desires.
ΰ¬. synopsis βΈβΈ youβre insecure boyfriend, gojo, asks his best friend to fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, rough βn hard, with a real fat cock..
ΰ¬. warnings βΈβΈ 3.7k+ wc. sws. consensual cuckolding (sorta?? gojo gets jealous). exhibitionism. voyeurism. gojo has a small pp <3 βn getΕ has a fuckinβ monster cock. cervix fucking. oral sex (getΕ receiving). throat bulging. belly bulging. gaping. squirting. masturbation (gojo). dumbification. facial(s). pet names. overstimulation. praising. creampie. implied aftercare. filth. pure filth. (17+).
ΰ¬. synopsis βΈβΈ youβre insecure boyfriend, gojo, asks his best friend to fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, rough βn hard, with a real fat cock..
ΰ¬. warnings βΈβΈ 3.6k+ wc. sws. consensual cuckolding (sorta?? gojo gets jealous). exhibitionism. voyeurism. gojo has a small pp <3 βn getΕ has a fuckinβ monster cock. cervix fucking. oral sex (getΕ receiving). throat bulging. belly bulging. gaping. squirting. masturbation (gojo). dumbification. facial(s). pet names. overstimulation. praising. creampie. filth. pure filth. (17+).
if you donβt mind, tell us about your crush ;) what do you like about him? what drew you to him?
AAAAAA DNSJSS its so ridiculous, i cant stop thinking about him ;-; got me swinging my legs back and forth and shit ;-;; ever since we first met yeaaars ago, at first he is a smart piece of shit so we always bantered. slowly, he started joking around with me and he turned out to be a really nice person :) what drew me to him?? hmm i dont know he is jdut very mysterious. he would send me songs he played on his guitar in the middle of the night, he once told me to have lunch with him all of the sudden and we had spontaneous coffee runs hehehe OFNENMFD AM I TALKINF ABOUT HIM TOO MUCH ;-;;; but yea, this is him! i also enjoy his company a lot because just think of your ideal enemies to lovers banter, yea that is us
ΰ¬. featuring βΈβΈ thief!suguru x f!virgin!reader
ΰ¬. synopsis βΈβΈ a panty thief has been on the loose in your neighborhood, and you could of sworn you locked your doors, but he's here to only prove you wrong and is here to steal more than just your dirty panties..
ΰ¬. note βΈβΈ this is the fanart that has inspired this chaos.
his burglary had begun to feed his distasteful addiction, an addiction he had sought out to steal from others for his own pleasure, and yet it became an addiction itself.. because if he wanted it, he took it. that's how things are where the compulsive's are scarce, where the addictions compete for the little tastes or even to the potent smells of the linings of woman's undergarments.
he first began at laundry mats, from what you heard on the news, he'd pick at the unsuspected woman's dirty laundry before quickly stuffing their used drawls into the pocket of his coat.
after soon, things progressed into a more life-threatening problem; women being stalked, their home windows being shattered open, a loaded cold gun being pointed to their skulls in threats to show where their secrets are before being left traumatized.
it was.. odd..
he'd want nothing more, is what the victims of his crimes would say. he'd only grunt out vulgar threats with his deep and taunting voice, steal their undergarments, and just leave. and if they were sleeping, he would simply leave them alone, scavenge through their dirty clothes like a hobbit and only leave with a mess behind. he'd never truly put his hands on any of them, or truly be inhuman, to say the least, he'd just take their dirty clothes and go on with his way..
but tonight.. was different.
he easily slipped into your home, it was too easy, the kitchen window being cracked open as if it was some invite. he can only scoff at your stupidity once he climbed in, but got a little excited seeing what foolish girl left their window open knowing about the news of him spewing around.
his heavy boots dip into the soft fabric of the pink carpet in your room and he only spares your sleeping body a glimpse; seeing you tucked away peacefully, blissfully unaware of his towering presence. his thoughts were too focused on finding what he needed for tonight, quiet steps making their way towards your closest quickly after specting your entire room, no luck in finding your laundry basket..
shy like hands creak open your closet doors and dark eyes immediately track the full bin in the corner with a fresh towel and worn panties tucked into it. and he doesn't hesitate to fish for the blue-colored thong he sees.. quickly, wrapping the lace between his fingers and crumbling the soft fabric into the palm of his hand before raising it to his face, rubbing the white like soil at the crotch against the grey ski mask he wore.
his back hunches forward, luring eyes almost knocking to the back of his head from your strong scent. and he knows when dirty panties are freshly taken off; the white soil at the crotch still sticky. and these were fresh, potent, a clear sign you tossed these in after a needed shower, the smell of sweat from walking in them all day ran up his nose and tickled at his brain.
you smelt like pure heaven.
but he needed more, deeper inhales, a longer feel of raising to cloud nine at each eager sniff, so he carefully lifted the cover around his face and rubbed it harder against the point of his nose.
he was whipped over your stench and was relishing over the gentle feel of the soft fabric against his bare skin but the slightest shift you curled into the comfort of your bed behind him, those dark eyes snapped back open to reality, towering body almost freezing in place.
the man rushes to pull his ski mask back down his tatted face, stuffing your panties into his back pocket before turning around. and he swears his heart almost skipped a beat, luckily, you were still fast asleep, but the small movement you shifted around into, the warm blanket that covered you was pulled down just an inch..
just enough to show that thin pink strap of your thong that's raised over the curve of your hips..
the ache between his legs was already bad enough, but the lacey strap hooking around your sides only made an urge to shoot a stronger pang between his legs. and he tries to swallow down that urge bubbling back up in the pit of his stomach, repeating to himself deep in thought how he only came for your foul laundry tucked away in a bin.
but fuck, your hips look so nice, so squeezable.
he ponders, it wouldn't hurt to just get an innocent and closer look.. trying to peek his head over you in an attempt to get a good look at your pretty face stuffed into your pillows, his bottom lip catches between his teeth just at the look of you; so pure, so blissfully unaware of his hovering body over your smaller one..
he curses himself for the guilty thoughts flooding in his brain. cursing himself for feeling his pants tighten the more he stared at you, greedy eyes behind his mask roaming around the every inch of your smooth skin. he curses himself till it's deemed, his calloused hand taking the risk to pinch at your blanket to lift it some more, revealing the smooth skin of your fleshy thighs.
he swears he was trying to pry his needy hands away from you, but seeing the small prickle of goosebumps layer at your skin from the exsposion, he couldn't help himself anymore, the need was frothing at his tongue like a hound in heat at this point.
the addiction was only getting worse and he had to feed it someway.. or the impulses were going to itch at him till it crawled through him, probably drive him to the teetering edge of something brutally immoral.. and it was already starting to the longer he hovered over you, compelling more of his thoughts for you..
he contemplates over his upcoming actions, but the twinge in his hand was already focusing itself on the loop of his belt. and the second his sash loosened around his waist, the pads of his fingers dipped themselves beneath the mesh waistband of his briefs. a shiver licks up his spine as he traveled his hand down eagerly, feeling the prickly dark hairs at his base before curling his hand around his aching erection, slowing pulling it out from its confines.
the man curled his long fingers over the hardness of his warm, pulsing cock and caressed it, gliding the uncut skin slowly up and down, watching how his leaking tip pearled with a drool of pre before getting swept away by the extra skin. his other hand ached itself, trying to keep off of you, but he couldn't help but wisp the tips of his fingers across your hip, gently dipping beneath the string of your thong to rub between his fingers.
he choked down the groan scratching at his throat, it was so soft, freshly clean too, the fabric softener you used made his hand smooth easier across the cloth. and the slight lift made the empty gap between your hip and panties to look, comforting, welcoming even..
stroking his length long and hard with a slight twist to his tip, he gently leaned in closer, nudging his cock between your thong and hip before letting the fabric snap back against him. the smooth surface of your side was cooling against the skin of his cock as he slowly rubbed himself between the two soft pieces he calls heaven.
he watched with greedy hooded eyes, entranced with the lolling of your panties rolling against the fat of his tip as he rubbed himself against you. too entranced with the snug feel, he was losing it from reality, balls tightening, strong hips jerking harder, faster, desperately trying to gain more delicious friction as if this was some fever dream..
but he craved for more, greed creeping up his numbing brain for something more softer to fully wrap around him. and so, he carefully pulled at your panties, pulling the strings down till they were fully off and crumbled up into the palm of his large hand.
the devilish smirk playing at his lips deepened, feeling granted that you seemed to be a heavy sleeper, because rolling you over and positioning you towards him was too easy.. as if you took some sleeping pills just for him tonight.. and spreading your pretty legs apart was easy too, getting a heavenly sight of your pretty pussy; the fat of your lips looked so kissable, your hooded clit was just asking to be toyed with till it got puffy, and that tight little hole between your folds, so small, not even a noticeable stretch to be seen.
he takes a deep breath before gently teasing a pointer finger at your entrance as his eyes bobbed up and down to your closed ones and to your cunt. it's not like he was scared if you woke up, you were too small compared to him anyways, his sheer mass can take you on alone, but the metal gun loaded against his hip was ready to be grabbed and threatened with if anything..
prodding the tip of his middle finger at your entrance before trying to slip it in, having to bully his finger through your tight cunt. and the small contort to your face was cute as he did; brows furrowing and pretty lips puckering out into a small pout, but it made him freeze, slowing his movements.
he kept moving once your breathing settled, slipping his finger completely in till you started to leak, juices beginning to lap around his finger till it dripped against his second knuckle. he deemed you to be wet enough before slipping in a second thick finger, trying to budge it through without waking you.
the warm feel of your gummy walls around his digits made his cock to jerk up, twitching in need. he tried to settle himself but the way your pussy was sucking in his fingers like an invite he couldn't help himself, softly popping his fingers out from your cunt to try and replace them with his aching cock.
he drools out a wad of spit against the palm of his hand to slick the crown of his cock, shining his length with his dribble of drool to try and make it easier for you. once he prodded his tip against your small, sopping entrance, he gently and carefully, tried to budge himself through, trying to bully the fat of his cock into your cunt without making you shift around too much till you woke.
but you were too tight, barely sucking in the tip and that's when it all clicked to him.
βhuh, cute little virgin.β his voice is soft, almost a whisper just for himself. he hovers over you deep in thought, the itch at his brain was clawing at his skull and finally broke through..
βfuck it.β
he draws his hips back. and the quick brutal grab to your hips was harsh, strong enough to make your eyes pry all the way open, as if someone was stretching your eyelids apart, and quick, fast in movements, his hips met yours.
you couldn't even scream, body frozen, almost like in a paralyzed state, face cold, tingly even. the quick fill to your poor cunt felt as if you were being ripped into two, your walls being bullied to spread open which felt like ripping and tearing for the man above you, the man forcing himself into your little virgin pussy.
the breath of air you try sucking in caught in your throat from the feel of your cunt being spread open so quickly, the piercing feel of his cock made your eyes to water up quickly. fat tears stream down your face almost immediately as you try to squirm away but the strong grip on your heaving stomach was like a vice.
the man leans over, your wide eyes only glimpse over the hooded ones behind the mask he wore, βonly open that pretty mouth up for these panties, anythinβ else, iβll kill you.β you couldn't even tell when he released his mean hands from your hips, still feeling the brutal pinch to your now bruised flesh, but a shinning gun was tapped against your temple as your used panties were being forced against your dry lips, stuffing your mouth full of them.
your eyes bubble up with heavy tears, barely able to see, but the soft cooe you hear and a gentle thumb wiping them away, you can see a fuzzy glimpse of the man. being able to almost immediately recognize that grey ski mask, the dark long hair peeking out from under it, the dark to colored tattoos that lined up and around his strong arms, and the knuckles of his fist.
it was the man from the news, suguru getΕ.
βsh, sh, sh, i didn't wanna do this to you sweetheart, but it was like you were asking for this,β the rough buck of his hips were brutal, each time he pulled out, his tip never popping out of your pussy for a mere second, to hung up on the feel of your warmth to completely pull out, βbut youβfuckβyou were asking for this, leavinβ your windows unlocked, knowinβ about my abouts in your town,β he grunts, smiling beneath the mask at the salacious look of the line of blood and sopping juices slicking around his cock, ββn having your dirty panties out, even wearing a cute βlil thong..β getΕ snips.
suguru could already feel his balls convulse, your pussy was so warm, so tight, basically squeezing his cock and sucking him back in every time he reels his hips back like you wanted this. and suguru could already feel his high cradling in his groin the harder he jerked his hips against yours..
βit was like.. you were waiting for me.. planning all this out.. for me..β getΕ raises a large hand to the hem of his mask, lifting it, revealing his sharp features and tattoos running across his pale skin, βyou wanted me this whole time, yeah? waiting for your turn like a good girl, huh, you wanted all of this to happen.β you try to roll your head, not trying to find his exotic features attractive, which didn't go unnoticed..
βyeah, don't lie to me, whore,β getΕ groans, βsince you wanted this, take it all then, take everything.β he cranes his head back with a guttural breathy moan to follow, slamming his hips with yours before pumping a thick load of cum into your abused cunt.
too scared to fling your hands up to hit at against his chest because just the look of his muscles flexing above you look like solid bricks, and the thought of trying to hit him would feel like shattering all of the bones in your hands. so, you laid there, helplessly, limp, now full to the hilt, bloated even, letting him rock his hips till he was empty.
βhm, i think, you were my last little prey, but my new little toy.β
