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Man will edge you. He takes his sweet time building your orgasm and when you are just there he will pull away.
“Hold it. Don’t come until I say so.”
He will keep sucking your clit and lapping up your folds until you are overstimulated, all teary eyed for him.
Don’t think that will make him stop.
However, he will throw in sweet praise in between it all while you make eye contact with him, looking for reassurance. Words like “That’s it, pretty. I got you” when you are being obedient and staying still.
Overall, he wants you to feel good even when the feelings are running high and intense.
At some point, he knows you start craving some friction, and he will keep eating you out, holding your hips down while you try to rut against his face.
He will let you come on his mouth, eventually. Don’t you worry about that.
But then he pulls your vibrator out and with a stern “again,” he makes you ride it as you sob from overstimulation.
ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ
Sit on his face. Breathing is only an option, it is not necessary.
King of eating pussy eagerly.
He will sit you on his face and grab your thighs in the tight grip of his big hands to make you rut against his face.
It gets messy with Bokuto.
He loves -loves- when your cunt juices are dripping down his chin and you are using his tongue to come.
Your thighs are pressed against his face and when he comes out, it is only because his lungs burn and he needs to breathe.
He will grab your boobs, your hips, your thighs, your ankles -he just doesn’t know what to grab or how to stay still when you both are so desperate for one another- while you cry, approaching your orgasm.
“C’mon, puppy. Come on my tongue.”
He will hold you and thank you for letting him eat you out.
ꜱᴜɴᴀ
Another slow pussy eater.
Suna will grab your thighs and dive right in. His face is buried deep in your pussy while his tongue slurps your juices up and sucks at your clit.
And as you approach your orgasm he becomes more eager. I’m talking nose deep, body swaying, tongue everywhere pussy eating - that man is having a make out session with your cunt.
Basically this.
He loves hearing you breathy moans, seeing the tears that accumulate in your eyes, and the way you get desperate and start to rut against his face.
Pussy spanks. Pussy spanks to hear you whine and jump from surprise. Goes “Shh. It’s okay, bunny,” and bitch, no it is not. That shit is overwhelming. Lowkey a bit of sadist, in a sense.
He buys you that anklet with an “R” charm on it. Loves hearing it jingle when squirm and writhe while your legs rest above his strong shoulders.
If you try to squirm away from his grasp he will not have it.
“Stop trying to squirm away from me, bunny. Stop- I’m not above chocking you out, you slut.”
Hand is going wrapped right around your throat while he continues to eat it out like its nobody’s mf business.
ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ
Sit on his face (pt. 2).
He wants you making eye contact with him the whole time he is grabbing your ankles, eating your cunt like it’s his last fucking meal.
Why? Dacryphilia. God, you don’t even understand how hard it makes him to see you cry because of him.
Hold his hair and pull on it. Make him sink deeper into your cunt. He will go feral.
Loves to see your body tremble.
Edging. Atsumu Miya is all about edging his girl.
He is one of the guys that eat the pussy but also finger it, so it is expected of you to squirt. Even if you are trying to be obedient and hold it in.
There goes the faux sympathy and the obnoxious mocking. “Aw, my little girl squirted all over me. I guess we will have to restart this arduous process all over again.”
The whiny “no” and the desperate sobbing that escapes your mouth only encourages him even more.
ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ
It’s all about slow pussy eating and feelings of reverence or eagerly sucking the soul out of you because… horny.
When it is all about demonstrating how much he loves and cares about you, he eats you out slowly while holding your hand and looking up at you to make sure you are okay and enjoying yourself.
It is full of smiles and soft, loving looks, and messy kisses in between.
Now when it is about horny… he gets quite demanding.
This man uses it all: his fingers, his tongue, his lips… vibrators…
Oikawa will edge you, and god, you better not cum or you will really get it.
He gets so mean with his words and actions.
Will stop eating you out but his face will remain close to your pussy so you can feel his hot breaths against you.
“Since you don’t know how to follow instructions, I guess you will have to do all the work by yourself.”
He gets up from the floor and sits on the small sofa with a chorus of “I’m sorry, please,” and “Oikawa, come back. I need you, baby” behind him.
He will make you play with your cunt for a while but deep down, both of you know that it won’t last long. He will come back.
Another member of the ‘pull my hair and use me because I’m at your service’ club.
My attempt of trying to get back into writing. Hope you liked it!
genre: a dash of angst, hurt/comfort, smut, 18+ minors dni
wordcount: 3.2k
warnings: dom/sub dynamics, fingering, spitting, dacryphilia, praise, daddy kink, breeding kink, impregnating kink, soft and kinda hard dom!tsukki, sub!reader
a/n: ahhhhh!! this is my first longer fic to come out in a while and i am ~so~ excited to share this with everyone. i have been keening over the idea of art!major tsukki and i hope you all like him as much as i do! this is piece is brought to you by the hqhq monthly server collab, so please go check out everyone’s amazing writing, the masterlist can be found here!
hymn: validation by herrick & hooley, cherry hill by russ
“Your work is always technically very well executed, Tsukishima-san.” The round, bald-headed man shuffles through the photos on his desk, pieces of Tsukishima Kei’s senior project that he’s tried to fit together before his final exhibit only four months away.
“But,” the dreaded word has Tsukki restraining himself from a long eye roll, “It seems like you’re stuck. You still need one more piece for the show. What inspires you?”
You hear a resounding slam of the front door swinging open and meeting the frame again, followed by a shuffle of feet towards where you’re standing in the kitchen of your shared apartment. Tsukki’s mouth is set in a flat line, expression softening only slightly when he sees you leaning against the counter. You greet him with a warm, but cautious smile. It had been a horribly long day, grating on every thread of patience Tsukishima has. The bubbling of anxiety and frustration mixing into a sour look on his handsome face. You hate seeing your boyfriend so defeatus, much preferring the sardonic, confident air he usually holds. Both of your final years of college have been exceptionally taxing, Tsukki’s final art project being the most stressing of all. It seems like as days propel forward, closer to his due date, the less assured he is of his talents, his passions. It’s heartbreaking to see someone so brilliant struggle through a million half fleshed-out ideas and crumbled up leaves of paper.
You pull one of his hands to you, examining the stains of paint and ink across his long digits and kissing each finger softly. You wish you could get inside that big head of his and help in some way.
“Did you have a hard day at the studio, Kei?” You wrap your arms around his neck and search his eyes. He’s not always the best at talking to you, especially when he’s upset, so you don’t expect him to give you an answer. Instead, you rub his shoulders, trying to coax the tension out. He sighs deeply at the contact, hands moving to rest at the plush of your hips and gripping tightly when you work at a particularly sore spot.
“You’re too good to me, princess. Thank you” He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, and you nuzzle into him. You don’t have the answers to his current road block, you don’t pretend to. But maybe, you think, you can offer him a more carnal outlet.
“Of course, Daddy.” The name hangs in the air for a moment, any response hitching in his throat. The title is familiar after years of being together, always being both comforting and electrifying. Since the title slipped out years ago for the first time, your boyfriend feels his cool demeanor snapping like a glow stick, leaving hot lust in its wake upon it rolling past your lips.
He pulls you closed to him by your ass, inhaling sharply at the contact on his jeans. All you have on is one of Tsukki’s loose, paint stained sweaters and a thin pair of cotton panties. You brush one of your bare thighs against his crotch, and he feels the stresses of his day falling out of frame. Your body is always a buoy to pull him back from the drowning of self doubt. A perfect slice of heaven he became addicted to from the moment he spotted you across the dusty stacks.
“What inspires you?”
The question rings in his head again, but with a new perspective. Tsukki hears pieces clicking together with your lustrous body pressed against him.
“Babygirl, I think I have an idea. But I’m going to need your help.” His hands move to cup your cheeks, scanning over your features and finding a devious glint behind your soft, e/c eyes. Tsukki trails a thumb over your bottom lip lightly, admiring how you lean into the contact. Always so eager to please him, your temperament goes straight to his cock every time.
“Anything for you, daddy.” You press your forehead against his, waiting patiently for his next move. There’s astounding beauty in the glossy, temperate look in your eyes that he wants to, has to, to freeze in time.
“I have a few things to set up. Come to the office when I call you,” Tsukki pushes a stray hair from your face with a fond smile before walking away, he stops for a moment to look at you over his shoulder, “Naked.”
Your mind races as to what exactly he wants to do with you tonight as you busy yourself with peeling off your clothing. There is very little that you and your boyfriend haven’t tried at least once, but the tone in his voice has left you reeling at the possibilities.
Your eyes catch your reflection in the hallway mirror, naked body completely exposed to your own scrutinizing stare. Had it been the stress causing the image in front of you to be so unsavory? Every plane of skin promoting a different insecurity. A blasted thing a hallway mirror becomes when you’ve never truly loved what stares back. You fuss with your hair in a feeble attempt to make yourself more presentable. The question of how Tsukishima sees you always rattling around in the back of your head, especially standing completely naked and waiting in your own insecurities.
“Princess, come here.” You are pulled from your deprecating thoughts at the sound of Tsukki’s warm voice. You walk into his office, and notice he’s changed into just a pair of grey joggers. The sight of the low hanging garment making you salivate so much you almost miss your surroundings. He’s struck some kind of inspiration, you can see it in his eyes as he adjusts his easel and props up a large, blank canvas. You fiddle with your fingers as he looks up at you.
“Jackson Pollock.” You meet your boyfriend’s eyes, confused by his seemingly random statement as he parses out different colored paints into small bowls. Red, blue, green, yellow. “He poured paint on a flat surface so that he could view every angle color could create, every curve.” Tsukki muses, dipping two fingers into the bright yellow hue sitting next to him, bringing them towards his face with contemplation. “But I think this sweet little body of yours will prove a much better canvas.”
His eyes provide no sign of bluffing, but you stare back at him dumbly. Sure, he’s used you as a muse before. Studying your hands or the way your hair falls in the sketches you see hanging up by his desk behind you. You love when he wants to use your body for inspiration, but is he really going to cover you in paint?
“We both know you don’t mind getting a little messy,” He trails his wet pointer finger across your collarbone, following a line towards your chin. He tilts your head up to meet his eyes, “Open your mouth.”
Your bottom lip parts from the top, eyes following the line of spit that drops from his mouth to your tongue with a resounding put.
You swallow thickly, the feeling of his control already bending your will to meet him at every pass.
“I want you to look nice and fucked out for me, baby. I want to show my stuffy professors where my inspiration comes from. I’m going to capture how sweet and submissive my little princess is and then everyone will get to see what I get to enjoy every night.” His unmarred hand moves towards your already disastrously wet pussy. You’re drooling at even the most slight contact, bucking into his hand in a plea for more. His words, complimentative but unmistakingly domineering, have your head becoming fuzzy.
“Daddy, please. Please touch me.” Your whines are music to his ears.
“Oh princess, I plan on it. But I need you to be good for me. You don’t want to mess up all my hard work do you?” His voice is steady, authoritative but still soft around the edges in a way that makes you feel gooey.
Tsukki leads you to the stool sitting in the middle of the room, and you perch on it with his hands keeping you steady. You are his muse and medium, his subject and his canvas to use in any way desired.
Smudges of color brandish every inch of your skin, each stroke is a reminder of where your lovers hands have been. Blue and pink splatter against your stomach, a vibrant red outline on each curve of your breast and purple fingerprints against your pert nipples. Your legs wear a trail of hand prints towards your glistening cunt, wanton cunt. Each marring of paint sits beside paths of hot, opened mouth kisses.
All that is keeping you balanced on the squeaky wooden stool is Tsukishima’s strong arms holding you captive in place. Your legs had been thrown over his shoulders after painting across your upper thighs in a sea of greys and greens. As soon as Tsukki’s eyes met with your bare cunt, his mouth was quick to follow.
He’s a mess of paint now too, muscular chest and arms covered in pigment and face covered in you. He’s always insatiable, drinking you in like it’s the only source of sustenance left in the world. He knows how to work you, how to propel you towards orgasm in a way no one else has ever been able to do. Worshiping your body with langued strokes of his tongue. You let out a pitchy moan in response to his mouth, pushing you towards an end you can feel in the back of your throat.
“I bet you want to cum don’t you, baby? I can feel it. Such an eager little thing.” Tsukishima ghosts his lips across your hot cunt, blowing at your clit to make you yelp. You’re so close, too close. Dangling above bliss but not tipping over, knowing you need permission. You’ve been so good for him, he has to give you your release.
“Please, daddy. Please let me cum.” Tears wet your cheeks as you beg, holding onto Tsukki’s blond locks like an anchor. All you need is his approval, but instead of persimmon you are met with a bawdy laugh.
You really should have known he wasn’t going to let you go that easy.
Tsukki stands up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. You’re wrecked in every way. Hair loose and disheveled, body dipped in a thin layer of sweat and thick splotches of paint. The look on your face is equal parts pathetic and fervent.
“I need you to sit pretty for daddy, I want to capture how desperately beautiful you look right now.” His words make you preen, but it’s a compliment and a warning at the same time. He wants to capture the look of sweet pain of denied orgasm to display at an art exhibit of both peers and his seniors. Sadistic in Tsukishima’s own unique way.
You should have known better, Tsukki’s patience has always been astounding. You know all he wants to do is bury himself in you, but he wants even more to make you suffer under his stare. There’s plenty of times he unleashes his frustration out on you physically, ripening your ass cheeks in bright red handprints and ensuring you can’t walk in the morning. But it’s these moments that can be even harsher, when he regards you with steely eyes and a aloof threat, that make your nerves catch fire more than a spanking ever could.
He sits down to start sketching on the large canvas in front of him, pinning you to your position with a practiced glare and playing on your desire to please him.
You sit as still as you can, listening to the scratch of pencil on vinyl in an attempt to keep calm. Your cunt is still twitching, puffy and slick propped uncomfortably atop the wooden stool. Tsukki hums along to the rhythmic music coming from his phone speaker, a playlist you know to be the one that helps him concentrate on his work. His brow furrows in concentration, pushing his glasses back in place as he stares at you again. His eyes are calculating and coldly observant, but his mouth quirks up in a surprising smile.
“My perfect baby. So stunning in every way.” His thoughts start tumbling out without his usual sarcastic filter.
“I have never wanted something more in my life than you. All of you, all the time.” A genuine regard for you in the lilt of his voice clamps down on your chest. He’s called you pretty, told you he loved you a million times before, but there’s a calm resonance in his words as his hands move across the white caves in front of him that catches in your throat. With the pressure of graduation looming over the two of you these past few months, romantics have been pushed to the side to make room for laser focus on finishing your degrees.
Your eyes well at his confessional, struck by the vulnerability so unfamiliar to him. You missed this side of your boyfriend, unlocking it incrementally through the years and finding it virtually non-existent recently. He sees your shoulders trembling slightly and tears his eyes up to your form.
“I told you to stay still.” His voice comes out harsh, but melts away when he sees fat tears rolling down your puffy cheeks.
“Y/n, are you okay? Did I upset you?” He moves to console you, the action causing another round of sobs, your body on edge in every way after both the teasing and his impromptu affirmation. Your response surprises yourself just as much as Tsukki, not realising how starved of his affection you had become.
“I’m sorry daddy, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just- do you mean all that?” You lower your head in embarrassment, and Tsukishima’s heart breaks at the realization. Had he unintentionally disregarded you? Had he been ignoring you?
“Fuck baby, of course I mean it. I’m so sorry I made you doubt that.” He pulls you up into his strong hold, he lets you cry into his shoulder until your wracking sobs simmer to sniffles. He holds you tightly in an attempt at atonement. He has to do something to show you how he feels now that he knows his words have failed him. His actions have to speak in his place.
Tsukishima pulls you away slightly to meet his gaze before colliding his lips against yours. He traces his tongue in sonnets across your mouth, tasting the lingering essence of your arousal and the salt of your tears. He writes prose in the breathy gasps as you part for air, chests heaving. He has to show you what his words won’t always allow him to.
It’s bodies tangled together, covered in the colors of a man trying his best to show you how much he loves you. You had fallen to the floor at the behest of passion, Tsukki’s body covering yours, lips kissing any extension of your skin, uncaring of the paint covering both of your writhing frames.
You paw at his sweatpants as if they are the most offensive thing you’ve ever scene, Tsukki’s cock springs out to slap against the hard muscle of his abdomen. You don’t waste any time lining him up to your dripping folds, you’ve waited long enough. Hips crashing together like a fever dream, you’re wrapped in each other as if there’s nothing else in this world outside of a set of paints and four walls of a dimly lit apartment. The sun could be hurling towards the sidewalk just outside and Tsukishima, usually observant to a fault, would have no idea. All he knows is your body beneath him, clawing desperately at his back with every deep thrust, and the love poem he has written on your body. Reds across your breasts and brandishing your thighs. Greens and yellows across your neck, up your arms. Messy, sticky, covering the thin sheet Tsukki laid out to spare the hardwood.
Your panting, crying out for your daddy and consumed in the salty taste of love and lust crashing together like waves. His cock is heavy inside you, filling you up so completely. Tsukki rowes on, not daring to stop now, not with the resounding drumming of two hearts beat so perfectly together and the feeling of your clenching, velveteen walls hugging him like he’s coming home.
“I am so desperately in love with you. I want you like this, with me, forever.” He’s delirious, drunk on your body. Primal, as he stares down at you, colorful and completely conquered. He sees everything in your eyes, every baser desire, every hope for the future.
“I want to fill you up with my cum, princess. You are mine in every way. God, I want to see you swollen with my baby. Right here.” He presses against your belly, feeling his cock moving inside you from the splotches of pick and blue.
His confessional spurs you on, the emotions overwhelming. Feeling so loved, so needy, wanting everything the blonde above you is willing to give.
“Ah, Daddy! Please, please fill me up. I wa-want you to put a baby in me, I need it.” Your clenching tightly, each pump of Tsukishima’s cock better than the last.
“You are such a good girl baby, always saying exactly what I need to hear. Cum for me, princess, let me see how good I make you feel.”
His warrant is all you’ve needed this whole time, snapping to hours of tension with a sharp cry. You’re thrown into the pooling, honey-sweet feeling of release. Sinking every inch of your aching body into a blissed haze. Your walls spasm violently, tightening around him like a vice. He meets your hips with his own, knocking hip bones together like pool balls and holding himself in your heat as you milk his throbbing cock, stealing every drop of hot, while cum he has to offer.
He crumbles to the floor beside you, pulling you to his chest. Lying in a mess of paint and sweat and staggered breathing. Through the fog still resounding in your head, you hear Tsukki laughing lightly, “How’s that for inspiration?”
-Four Months Later-
You shift on your toes in anticipation, waiting for Tsukishima to release the hold he has around your eyes. You hear the bustle of people around you, the laughter and tinkling of glasses clinking together filling your ears. He kisses your temple before letting go, and you are met with a new reflection of yourself hung proudly on display. All of the places you see blemishes are drawn with vibrant purposeful color. Every curve of your form mapped out with the care only a lover could administer. Your naked form exhibited for hundreds of critiquing eyes, but there’s not a bone in your body that could feel embarrassed in this moment. As reflection so beautiful it’s unbelievable is staring back at you.
“Is this really how you see me, Kei?” You turn around to meet his eyes, his stare holds the love of epics. He would write you novels if he could, but this picture is worth a thousand words.
“Of course it is, baby,” He brings a hand to thumb at your slightly swelling belly.
warnings: 18+, masturbation, some degradation, oral (f!receiving), fingering, some spanking, vaginal & unprotected s3x (make sure you wrap your presents, kids), like 2 seconds of cockwarming, uhm I think that’s it oop
author’s note: I’m back with another Haikyuu!! Headquarters collab piece! check out the master list of everyone else’s works here ✨ I hope y’all enjoy this!
huge shoutout to @atsumuse and @wufxn for helping me put my th0ts into words during these past couple nights and indulging me in miya brain rot, I love you guys 💓
Enji regards you coldly, eyes a scathing blue. “I have some work for you, Safecracker.” a low rumble leaves his lips, making the gold around his neck catch in the light. It’s seems you have a new line of work, he doesn’t take no for an answer.
Can I get a sfw Noya? Whatever date you think would be good 💜
bby girl u know i gotchu
CLIFF JUMPING.
Noya loves it. Such a rush, so much fun to fall through the air and plunge into refreshing water.
When he first takes you to do this, you both definitely make a day of it. You bring a picnic and a change of clothes so that when you're done jumping into the water, you can explore the cliffs before calling it a day.
Noya has endless energy, constantly laughing, exclaiming excitedly over something he sees, and always playfully grabbing and lifting you when you're in the water.
You jump from the cliffs, enter the water, and climb back up countless times through the morning, probably around 100; doesn’t matter how many times you do it, the excitement still is as high as it was when you started.
Noya likes to kiss you when you’re in the water. There’s something about your wet, salty mouth, the heat on your skin, that really makes him feel close to you, and that adds more excitement to this whole thing.
I think only inclement weather, darkness, or hunger would drive you guys from jumping, so when you’ve both become famished, you dry off before sitting and enjoying the picnic lunch Noya brought with him.
Knowing Noya (the man takes eating and nutrition seriously), there’s a bunch of good stuff in there that will fill you up and nourish you while giving you the energy to continue your shenanigans throughout the afternoon.
Which you do, of course. The cliffs border a neat wooded area, and there are hiking trails and neat things to explore. You two spend the afternoon in this area, chasing each other and climbing things and stealing kisses.
And then when you get back to the top, well… you guys have to jump in the water again. And again. And again-- until it’s too dark to see.
The two of you are giggling, sitting in the front and passenger seats of his car, stuffing your face with the closest fast food you could find. Your faces are red, hot with sunburn to hide your blushing.
“We had to have jumped 200 times,” Noya said through a mouthful of onigiri. His hair was wild, frizzy, sticking up at all odd angles, but he didn’t have a care about that in the world. “Maybe even 300.”
“I’m gonna feel it tomorrow,” you said happily, gulping down your ice-cold, red gatorade. You turned to him and smiled, “I think this is the most memorable date I’ve ever been on.”
Noya grinned at you and swallowed the bite that was in his mouth before leaning over the console and giving you a soft, loving kiss with warm, soon-to-be-chapped lips.
Ah there there, in order to become a brat tamer, one needs to acquire a brat to tame. You see, Atsumu is my go to bratty subby, but I can name a few you can hit up! 😉
BRATTY SUBS (Haikyuu!):
❥ Suga - Sneaky little bratty sub with the most angelic little smile.
❥ Akiteru - he is on the same boat with Suga, wants you to step on him but will keep teasing you about it so he can be punished harder.
❥ KEI - I hope you are confident about your brat taming skills cuz this is a difficult sub to dom.
❥ Makki - Maybe, but I can see him being more into chill sex than the whole dom/sub, if he is going to be bratty, he will do so casually with a smirk.
❥ Futakuchi - likes to be tied up and gagged, bonus if you are a lot smaller than him, he wants a smaller person to dom him.
❥ Tendou - This man is very flexible haha, just let him know you wanna brat tame today and he will be a brat for you.
❥ SUNA - omfg biggest brat energy in bed, expect a lot of “is that all you got?”
BONUS
I would also like to recommend Mr. Ennoshita, aka veteran tier brat tamer, to assist you if this is your first time. This man’s got a lot of experience.
Wait but also, until then, if anyone under the age of majority is challenged
Zuko fights it for them.
Which, especially in more rural towns (where Agni Kais are less of a public event and more of a fast and violent duel) is terrifying because you challenge your neighbor’s kid over a stolen chicken-fish and all of a sudden the Fire Lord is showing up???
But, those few who still challenge those who should be kids learn quickly to regret it.
Okay but this implies that Zuko knows whenever someone challenges a kid to an Agni Kai and is there before the battle takes place.
Firelord Zuko: *wakes up in a cold sweat near midnight*
Firelord Zuko: *running down the palace hallways while still struggling to put in his pants, being chased by his team of bodyguards* I’M GOING TO HING WA ISLAND TO KICK SOMEBODY’S ASS SEE YOU IN A WEEK BITCHES
AWOOGAAAA THEY LOOK SO REAL AND HOT AND OMG LOOK AT REINER AND LEVI SKDBDHWBDBJWBR ⚔️Sasha, Annie, Zeke, Reiner, Eren, Levi, Erwin, Jean🦧 ~Attack on titan~
Warnings: Corruption kink, Hand job, Sukuna not being his evil hot self
Word count: 1.5k
A/n: My thirst with @undersero led to this baby being born. Thank you for encouraging me to write this Bee!
Sukuna’s cock is not like the other men your friends told you about. When you, a shy little virgin, ask your friends about the sizes of cocks, they said you had nothing to worry about. Sure, there were some big ones out there. Some might even be a tiny bit harder to take or sit on. But it wasn’t an impossible task!
And you believed them, being the naïve friend that you are. Sukuna was probably like these other men. Dick average, maybe a little longer or thicker than some. But you could handle it. At least that what you reminded yourself as you sat in his lap, lip locked like a couple of needy teenagers on your bed. That’s what you kept reminding yourself as you grinded on him, small little whimpers and mewls exiting out in breathless puffs of air.
But you are wrong. Your friends were wrong. He’s nothing like what they told you about. Nothing like the cocks you see on porn sites. No you realized too late as the hardening rod poked at the inside of your thigh -that rest comfortably on each side of his-, its covered head bumping at your cunt in an eager welcome.
warnings: 18+ smut, threesome, are we in paris because i see the eiffel tower, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, nipple play, praise, degradation, male masturbation, humiliation, fucking with just the uniform jackets on kjshdfjkdhs, oral (f and m receiving), mentions of kageyama being less experienced, atsumu being a smooth bastard, professional athlete kink, playful rivalry, throat fucking, facial, creampie, spanks, a sprinkle of daddy kink, canon compliant
word count: 3.7k uhhh how did this happen
a/n: mini playlist / oh boy, my setter kink is showing. hope you guys like it! (/▽＼) biiig heart eyes @ my beta @samuslut!!
Atsumu holds the door open and lets himself in the hotel room, shuffling past Kageyama and shutting the door behind him. “See, this is exactly what I was worried about. My dear, sweet junior finally landing a hot girlfriend and not knowing what to do with her. You’re in luck, though.”
Welcome to our sixth server collab, once again featuring submissions of art as well as fic. Check out our previous collabs for Gods!AU, Villain/Hero alignment swap, Masquerade, Halloween, and Snowed In!
Prompt: On a not so silent night, you stand before a crowd of people. Some you recognize, some you don’t, and some you hope don’t recognize you. For whatever reason, you’re on stage, about to be bid on. Which lucky character gets you for the night? Any hole’s a goal! I mean, anything goes, so go crazy! AUs accepted.
Finished piece links go live starting Tuesday, January 26th 2021 at 5 PM EST!
