loveholic

21. she/her. 18+ side blog; minors dni

[mattsunism]

cant stop thinking about puppy dog kageyama who’s always so eager to please and make sure ur satisfied. like he’ll go down on you multiple times a day just because he loves the way you tighten your thighs around his face every time he gets that one sweet spot of yours and how you taste <3 he gets off on the way you call out his name as you come and he hasnt even TOUCHED himself

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MASTERLIST

IMPORTANT : please note that all works below are nsfw - thus, all characters have been aged up! proceed with caution, and minors do not interact (18+). 

KARASUNO

domming with tsukishima kei (short)

pegging with tsukishima kei (short)

overstimulating with sugawara koushi (short)

INARIZAKI

wanting to please with atsumu miya (short)

aftersex moments with atsumu miya (short)

laying fears to rest with suna rintarou (short)

just cause he’s worried about you with kita shinsuke

NEKOMA

passing some time with kozume kenma

SEIJOH

a not-so-innocent homework session with kyoutani kentarou

baby fever with oikawa tooru and iwaizumi hajime (short)

work antics with matsukawa issei 

SHIRATORIZAWA

dont get caught with ushijima wakatoshi

MISCELLANEOUS

wet dreams with terushima yuuji

[mattsunism]

do u have a masterlist? sorry if this is rude to ask,,, i just wanna see waka fics😭

NO ITS NOT RUDE AT ALL!! honestly ive been trying to make a masterlist but i can't decide the theme i want to go for HAHA

and i only have one thing w ushiwaka (here) but more is to come!

update: I JUST POSTED MY MASTERLIST CHECK IT OUT! (link here)

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listen im not like a super kenma gal.. BUT AFTER UR KENMA FIC BRUH SIGN ME UP

honestly i wasnt rly a kenma fan either until the time skip happened... now i am a whore for rich gamer kenma 🥸 ALSO IM SO HAPPY U LIKED IT!!!

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ok but i feel like osamu is secretly SOOOOOOO SMUG... like he knows you’re attracted to him and takes advantage of that fact. you’ll be working together at onigiri miya and on a particularly hot day he’ll just turn to you after closing time and be like “it’s really hot mind if i take off my shirt? feels like im gonna melt” and you’re stammering and blushing cause like ??? he’s your boss??? but also you’ve heard his ex teammates talking about when they were on the volleyball team and he was good enough to go pro apparently so??? does he have abs??? you kinda wanna find out??? and of course he’s just smirking at you the whole time cuz he knows you were gonna say yes.

it turns out. yes. he still has abs... 

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Imagine fucking Atsumu in the college library while trying to study for finals but he just wants a quickie in the backside of the library 🥵🥵

i um uh hm AHHHH THIS!!! THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! i literally wrote this as if i were possessed... the atsumuification of kat...

THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA!!!!! <3

college atsumu x reader (nsfw).

slender, long fingers gently slide up and down your thigh, tracing the slit on your satin maxi skirt, and you attempt to fight back the shivers that rack your body, but to no avail. 

“you look pretty in that skirt. is it new?”

with a huff that causes your bangs to flutter, you put down your pencil for what seems to be about the hundredth time within 30 minutes. you had come to the library with atsumu to finish up some homework so that the two of you could enjoy the weekend together without having to worry about assignments (aka just laze around in the dorm and lose track of time), but it seemed that atsumu’s only goal was to distract you. 

giving your textbook one last glance (and jotting down a reminder to ask tsukishima for the homework), you stand up abruptly, pushing your chair back in the process. atsumu jolts back, surprised at your sudden movement, a trace of worry on his face in fear that he had pushed you a bit too far. 

you grab him by his shirt and pull him up with you, mentally thanking the heavens that your section of the library was empty, before dragging him away from the table. 

“our stuff-“

“shut the fuck up and follow me. you asked for this, right?”

atsumu blinks, feeling his dick twitch slightly at the domineering tone in your voice, before allowing him to get hauled away.

you don’t stop until you’ve reached the art history section of the library, before pushing atsumu against one of the bookcases. it’s almost comical how you have the volleyball player cornered like this, with one arm extended to case him in, and another knee placed between his legs. 

“this is what you wanted, right?” you tilt your head to one side, as if mocking him.

your free hand is down at his waist, your fingers running along the waistband of his shorts. with one finger, you pull back the band ever-so slightly, before letting it snap back on his skin.

atsumu whimpers lowly at your confidence, his hips bucking up into the air.

you faux pout at him, your hand slipping into his shorts to palm at his cock through his underwear. a part of it is damp from the pre cum leaking from his tip, and you decide to rub there especially hard. 

“little baby can’t even control his dick, aw. how cute.”

his lips part slightly, panting at the little relief that you’re giving him. it’s actually painful how hard he is, and atsumu swears he feels his dick getting blue. 

“wanna fuck you, please baby. i swear, i won’t bother you like that again.” 

you contemplate whether you should tease him a bit further, but the thought of having to cram 3 chapters of physics on a sunday night helps you make the right decision.

“fine.” you lean against the bookcase across from him and lift up your skirt, allowing your pretty pussy to be on display. 

you’re not any wearing underwear. atsumu’s jaw drops momentarily before he pulls his dick out, hissing at the feeling of the cool air of the library hits his cock. 

he’s fucking into you like a dog in heat, holding one of your legs up and pressing you against the books so that he could bottom out into you. his pace is sloppy, and it’s obvious that he’s drunk on the feeling of your wet pussy. his other hand is gripping your jaw tightly, turning your head so that the two of you could sloppily make out. 

his lips start to trail down, kissing wetly at your neck, before going down to your shoulder. he’s biting you, and you tighten up at the pain. he grunts in response, slowing down his pace momentarily in an effort to draw out his orgasm, not wanting to cum too fast. 

his pelvis is brushing against your clit with each thrust, and you can’t help but grind into him every time, brain buzzing at the added stimulation. you let out a shuddered gasp, your eyes momentarily rolling back into your head, before you feel the hot coil in your stomach snap.

you’re creaming on his cock, a familiar white ring lining the base of his dick, and you’re clenching so tight that atsumu thinks that his dick’s circulation is going to get cut off. 

“so tight, ah-“ atsumu swears he’s drooling at how good you feel, and he’s thrusting into you even harder now, desperate to obtain the high that he’s so close to reaching. 

atsumu’s loud when he cums, the type to curse, so you hook two fingers into his mouth as he cums in an attempt to stifle the noise. he lets out a garbled moan, his tongue wrapping around your fingers, his mouth sucking you so obediently. 

he snaps his hips forward a few more times, riding out his high, before cumming inside you, painting your insides white with his creamy cum. you can feel some of it spilling out, and shudder at the warmth.

he’s panting, his eyes unfocused and slightly dazed. he traces the outline of the bite mark on your shoulder, before giving you a lazy grin.

“we should do this again, yea?”

you giggle at how breathy he sounds, kissing him sweetly on the lips. 

“i don’t think so.”

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just some work antics with the one and only matsukawa issei. (nsfw)

you sigh with mock disappointment, one leg swinging over to straddle the tall curly-haired man. you can feel his cock straining through his slacks, and the heat in your stomach grows as you think about how you manage to take it every time.

you try to maintain your composure, as your desire to embarrass the man was stronger than how horny you were.

“i can’t believe you got a hard on right before the wake. you got a kink you’re not telling me about, issei?”

“shut up. why’d you have to wear this dress?”

matsukawa grumbled annoyedly, turning his head to look out the window. his hands didn’t seem too affected, however, as they continued to make their way up your dress, making sure to caress every inch of skin as they did.

the feeling of all the fabric being bunched up at your waist rubbed you the wrong way so you opened your mouth to complain, but all that escaped was a breathy moan as matsukawa’s thumb brushed against your clit through the fabric of your panties.

fuck. you’re soaked. he lets out a low groan as well, and he shifts in the seat under you in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

“fucking hell, a thong? you’ll be the end of me.”

matsukawa’s too focused on drinking in the sight in front of him, as he would’ve normally quipped back something just as witty. normally. but the situation the two of you were in was nothing near normal.

one of his hands is at your waist, holding you up, while the other is on his dick, his tip lined up with your aching pussy.

he rubs his swollen tip against your folds, relishing in the way they squelch lewdly at the contact. the view is so hot (minus the fact that he has a fucking glow-in-the-dark condom on, thanks to the gift hanamaki had gotten him as a joke for christmas) that he swears he could just cum right then and there, but wills himself to hold back.

“fuck, look how wet you are, hm?” his voice is raspy from lust, and you whimper lowly at how good the words sound falling from his lips.

you think you’ll lose your mind at how matsukawa’s teasing your aching hole, so you drop your hips down. but as if he’d read your mind, matsukawa snaps his own hips up so that he’s fully buried in you, his balls slapping against your ass with a sound that’s almost pornhub worthy. he curses at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapping around him so tightly while you shudder at how he fills you up, and you can’t help but ball your fists, nails digging into your palms.

“nasty-looking smile you got on, eh mattsun?” you breathe out, enjoying the effect you have on the handsome man (something that you’d never admit out loud - after all, you don’t need his ego inflating any more than it already is).

“it’s cus you look good like this,” matsukawa murmurs, a pussy-drunk smirk on his face. his free hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and travels down your face to your lips. his thumb brushes your bottom lip gently, the pad of his finger rising ever-so-slightly to rest in between your lips.

it’s like second nature to you, considering how many times the two of you’ve done this before. you part your lips, letting him to do as he pleases. his thumb slides into your mouth, your tongue welcoming him as you wrap your lips around him and suck lightly. this always manages to turn you on even more, and you can’t help but hope that he fucks you so hard that you’re stumbling for the rest of your shift.

but your hips are moving in time with his, matching his slow thrusts, and you feel yourself growing frustrated at how it just wasn’t enough. you want more, and you begin to grind down, desperate for him to hit that sweet spot that you love so much.

“i wish this fucking dress wasn’t on you. wanna see your tits so bad,” matsukawa groans, his eyes eyeing them through the fabric.

you pull his thumb out of your mouth, annoyed at how much he’s been talking. after all, you guys only had ten minutes, max, before the boss would notice that he two of you were missing.

“why can’t you just shut up and fuck me like you mean it?”

matsukawa raises an eyebrow in disbelief at your words, scoffing slightly.

“sorry princess,” he drawls, his now-free hand coming down to your waist.

“i’ll do that” - he grips you, tight, before thrusting into you harshly, eliciting a moan from you - “right now.”

he spreads his thighs (as wide as he can in your small ass car) to give him more room, and snaps his hips up to fuck into you.

he’s practically manhandling you now, lifting you up by the waist and then slamming you down onto his cock, bouncing you up and down on his length as if you were nothing more than a paper doll.

you feel like your brain is melting at how good you’re feeling, and allow your head to lean forward and rest on matsukawa’s shoulder, too fucked out to have the energy to keep it up.

you’re moaning and mumbling incoherent curses into matsukawa’s ear, and the latter shivers at the stimulation. he feels your pussy clench, and knows that you’re on the brink of cumming, so he stops.

he just fucking stops.

with what little energy you have, you force yourself to raise your head and look at the curly-haired man with furrowed eyebrows, only to find that he’s staring back at you with equally furrowed eyebrows paired with a shit-eating grin.

“sorry, i’m not really in the mood anymore. probably cause i can’t fuck you like i mean it, huh? i’ll just get myself off in the bathroom, so why don’t you just find someone else?”

he pushes the car door open before sliding out from under you, pulling up the zipper on his pants.

you’re too stunned to even pull down your dress, mouth gaping open as if a fish out of water. your eyes go down to the very prominent outline in his pants, before meeting his eyes again.

“what the fuck?” you rasp out, still reeling from the feeling of his cock.

he’s standing right in front of you, wedged in between you and the car door so that you can’t be exposed to any prying eyes, his arms folded across his chest.

“actually, why don’t just get yourself off right now? after all, little baby can’t function unless she cums, right? cmon, why don’t you give me a show as an apology?”

maybe it’s cause his words were true, or maybe you were just too turned on by his words to refute him, but you nod dumbly, before you let a hand drop to rub at your puffy clit.

you refuse to break eye-contact, so you stare into his dark eyes as you make a mess out of your clit, your other hand following to stuff two fingers into your wet cunt.

it’s torture for matsukawa, just watching you, but some sick side of him is reveling in the hold he has over your usually prideful self. in fact, that was the only thing holding him back from giving in and diving back into the back seat to fuck the living daylights out of you.

“want you, issei,” you gasp, your hips bucking forward, desperate to have his thick dick back in your dripping pussy. “it’s not as good.”

“cmon, you can add a third. you can cum with that,” he coos, suddenly turning sweet.

you do as he says and tremble slightly at the added stimulation, although it was nothing compared to what you had before. you’re embarrassed at how loud your pussy is, and you whimper at the feeling of your slick dripping out of your cunt and down to your ass. but he’s right, and maybe it’s the way he’s staring so adoringly at you, but you soon feel your orgasm crashing over you, and you tremble at how hard it racks through your body, relishing in the fact that matsukawa’s watching the whole thing.

your cheeks are flushed and your hair is messy, but he swears you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. every hookup in college, every relationship, they’re all nothing compared to you - and you’re not even his.

it’s embarrassing to admit, but he cums in his pants without even having to touch his dick, his knees weak at how your lips part and your thighs tremble as you ride out your high, your fingers rubbing at the bundle of nerves mercilessly, just like how issei always does it.

“fuck,” he groans, and he practically jumps you, slamming the door shut behind him. he kisses you roughly, and you welcome him with open arms, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. he ignores the buzzing of his phone in his back pocket and pulls out another condom from his back pocket (yes, another glow-in-the-dark condom), breaking the kiss momentarily to rip the packet with his teeth.

i will never shit on these condoms again, mattsun thinks with a content sigh, mentally thanking hanamaki before allowing his lips to find home on yours.

for those who are asking the REAL questions, no... they did not get fired. mattsun did have to stay at home for 3 days faking the flu just so the two of you could solidify your story that you left work to rush mattsun to the hospital. 

[mattsunism]

I LITERALLY LOVE HOW U WRITE OMG I LOVE IT SOOO MUCH i hope ure doing great wherever u are ;D ANYWAY u seem to be a really cool person i <3 u already 🫶🫶🫶 also please i would like to read ur entry on issei 😓 HAHAHAHA ily

brb just gonna punch the pillow a bit at how nice this is

but AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I <3 YOU TOO HAHA AND HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING AS WELL!! i plan on posting the mattsun fic sometime either tn or tm sooooo i hope it lives up to your expectations :'D

[mattsunism]

posting two sentences from each of my works in progress in hopes that this motivates me ^_^

1. a few seconds goes by before his eyes light up, his hand coming up to his chin. “oh yea! i guess it wouldn’t make sense to unzip the dress - you could just push it up, duh.” (bokuto x reader)

2. “you look pretty in that skirt. is it new?” (atsumu x reader)

3. he rubs the tip against your folds, relishing in the way your pussy squelches oh so lewdly at the movement. the view is so hot he swears he could just cum right then and there, but wills himself to hold back. (matsukawa x reader)

4. there are tears in his eyes at how good it feels, and you can’t help but press a kiss into the corners of his eyes. they taste sweet, you think to yourself, and make it your goal to get a few more out of him before the night ends. (??? x reader)

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Sadly it depends what fandom your smut blogs are from ;u;

NOOO… i follow mainly hq,,, some genshin (my guilty pleasure HAHA)…

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are smut blogs still a thing here… most of the blogs i follow arent active anymore and i feel 🥲

[mattsunism]

as one of the managers for MSBY, you don’t see the adler’s ushijima wakatoshi often. so on the rare occasion that the two teams practice together, you make sure not to let the opportunity go to waste (nsfw).

your ears involuntarily prick up at the muffled sound of someone laughing, followed by the sound of a volleyball hitting someone. upon instinct your body clenches up, your hands gripping at the jersey in front of you.

his hips stutter at your actions and his hand squeezes your hip tighter (a feat that you didn’t even think was humanly possible), making you wince and a yelp to slip past your lips.

“wakatoshi, too tight,” you breathe out, and his grip instantly loosens.

“it’s your fault. don’t tighten up like that.”

you open your mouth to protest, but decide against talking back. after all, there was no point in starting anything now. especially considering the position the two of you were in.

you opt to lean forward instead, catching ushijima’s lips with yours. you pull at his bottom lip with your teeth, tugging lightly (you have to remind yourself no marks, because it’d be over if the two of you got caught), and you internally smirk at the way the brown-haired man groans into your mouth.

his hips push into yours, and you welcome the pain in your inner thighs that come with each press. there’s no rhythm to his actions, just his cock brutally thrusting into your wet cunt, desperately trying to chase a release before anyone comes into the room.

“don’t have a condom,” ushijima mutters into your neck, eyebrows furrowing, all while continuing to hit that sweet spot of yours.

“just come in me, please, wakatoshi, fuck. i’m so close,” you plead, your legs wrapping tighter against his waist. you swear you’re seeing stars at the way he’s fucking you, and there was nothing more you wanted at that moment than for him to fill you up inside and fuck you through your orgasm.

his right hand goes down to rub at your clit, and the added stimulation was causing your brain to practically melt like ice cream on a sunny day.

“keep going, please. i want your cum so badly, please just give it to me. fuck, you feel so good inside me. your cock is so fucking good, so big, the best i’ve ever had, fuck.” you’re slurring your words at this point, too fucked out to be embarrassed by the words leaving your mouth.

your words seemed to push ushijima over the edge, because his hips stuttered once, twice, before you feel his cum filling you up inside. the tip of his cock presses up against your g-spot and your head lolls back at the feeling, too lost on the feeling of ushijima’s cock to even register the pain of hitting the metal locker.

you must both be masochists, because he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, a creamy white ring forming at the base of his cock. his eyebrows twitch at the overstimulation, the fine line between pleasure and pain becoming muddled.

“fuck,” he growls, eyeing the mess. he’s obsessed with the way you look whenever you fuck, as if your pussy was made personally to take his cock and milk it for all it was worth.  all for him, all because of him.

he keeps his softening cock inside you for a few more moments, savoring your warmth, and allows you to ride out your orgasm to its fullest, sucking at the sweet spot below your ear.

you whimper as he pulls out, feeling his cum start to seep out of your puffy folds. ushijima stares, mesmerized, as if admiring his work, but then grabs a towel from his locker and begins wipes away the mess.

he helps fix your panties, his thumb purposely brushing against your clit just to see your body twitch at the overstimulation.

he gives you one last kiss, but has to pull away with a chuckle because you were still reeling, still seeing stars at the orgasm he had just given you. you’re trying to catch your breath, and just end up giving the man a glare instead of your usual back talk when he teases you over your state.

“you should have come to the schweiden adlers. it’s not too late to fix your mistake, you know.”

you groan as he starts up his lecture about how you chose to manage the wrong team (for the thousandth fucking time, just saying), and somehow find the energy to stand up. you grab your jacket and zip it up to your chin, scowling.

“worst pillow talk ever, wakatoshi.”

“if you didn’t notice, we’re in a locker room,” the player points out, and you mentally face palm at how dense the man is.

“the cover up story is that i was finding tape so you could wrap your fingers,” you mutter, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a small roll of finger tape. you toss it into his lap and speed walk out of the locker room, desperate to end the conversation.

extra.

bokuto leans into atsumu, peering at the stoic man through the net with wide eyes, his eyebrow arching suspiciously.

“you think wakatoshi’s got something going on with our trainer?”

atsumu clicks his tongue, and with wrinkled brows pushes the latter away. “oy, knock it off! ya getting all yer sweat on me.”

the blond stared at you, an incomprehensible feeling bubbling in his stomach at the thought of you dating the adler’s member. his head tilts slightly to the side at the sight of you handing a water bottle to ushijima, not missing the way the latter lets his fingers practically overlap yours during the interaction, and how unbothered you are this contact. almost as if you were used to his touch.

could they? what were the chances that you were closer with the other team’s star player?

no. not much, atsumu convinced himself, but an unsettling feeling remained in his chest despite the self-gaslighting.

after much thought the blond spoke again, his eyes tearing away from your figure to look at bokuto. “and, no way. have ya seen the guy? he’s like a robot.”

(i... am so down bad for this man wow.)

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sneek peek :P of a lil something i’ve been thinking about!! aka mattsun :3

you sigh with mock disappointment, one leg swinging over to straddle the tall curly-haired man. you can feel his cock straining through his slacks, and the heat in your stomach grows as you think about how you manage to take it every time. you try to maintain your composure, as your desire to embarrass the man was stronger than how horny you were. 

“i can’t believe you got a hard on right before the wake. you got a kink you’re not telling me about, issei?”

“shut up. why’d you have to wear this dress?” 

matsukawa grumbled annoyedly, turning his head to look out the window. his hands didn’t seem too affected, however, as they continued to make their way up your dress, making sure to caress every inch of skin as they did. the feeling of all the fabric being bunched up at your waist rubbed you the wrong way so you opened your mouth to complain, but all that escapes is a breathy moan as matsukawa’s thumb brushes against your clit through the fabric of your panties. he lets out a low groan as well, and he shifts in the seat under you in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

“fucking hell, a thong? you’ll be the end of me.” 

my inbox is open to any requests/hcs/topics you want to scream about hehe!! please talk w me ><

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nsfw! kita shinsuke

“i just want to make sure that you don’t end up embarrassing yourself. you’ve been going on and on how you wanna get a boyfriend ever since we got into high school- you don’t want to lose him over something like not knowing how to kiss, right?”

familiar coffee candy colored eyes stared back at yours, your childhood friend’s expression morphed into one of concern. he was always good at reading you, knowing what you wanted, knowing what was best for you. 

well, that was how it started. but when you started to feel something hot between your legs and kept telling him that you felt funny, kita carefully explained to you what had caused it, and how to feel better. so that was how you ended up sitting up against the headboard of your bed, your panties pushed to one side and the skirt of your uniform bunched up at your waist.

how long has it been? 30, 40 minutes?

“shin…” you whimper, your hand fisting at the hem of his sleeve. he internally sighed at the crumpling of his ironed uniform shirt, making a mental note to stop by the cleaners on the way home, before turning his attention back to you. 

he hums in acknowledgment, signaling for you to speak while his middle finger continuing to pump into you, slowly, gently. 

“i-i think you can add another one. i can take it,” you whimper, hoping that he didn’t notice the way your voice cracked. it was embarrassing to admit it, but you didn’t care about any of that right now. 

you just wanted him to do more. 

“not yet. if i go too fast, you might get hurt. can you endure it a bit longer?” kita smiled down at you gently, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead. yet he began to pump his finger a bit deeper, so that the inside of his palm brushed against your sensitive clit ever so gently. 

at this added sensation you couldn’t help but let your head tip back, your eyes closing involuntarily at the euphoric feeling. you bucked your hips forward, rolling your hips whenever you felt his palm hit against the bundle of nerves. you were close, you could feel it. you just needed one more push, just a bit more. 

“kiss, i wanna kiss,” you murmur, your eyes lidded and glazed with desire. your head was spiraling, filled with nothing but kita’s scent, his hands, his fingers-

“of course. i didn’t know you were such a fan of kissing,” kita teases lightly, chuckling at your reddening ears before leaning in to press his lips against yours. you immediately open your mouth, letting him in.

the feeling of his tongue pressing against yours sends your brain into overdrive, the fuzzy feeling of pleasure overtaking you. 

it’s the curling of his middle finger, pressing against the sweet spot within your walls that sends you over the edge. you’re overtaken with the pleasure of your first orgasm, your legs shaking and your mind going blank at the fireworks that seemed to be shooting out oxytocin over and over in your brain. 

“looks like you came. see? you could do it with just one finger, didn’t i tell you so?” kita gave you a gentle smile, before pulling his finger out. 

you let out a whine at the loss, unable to find the energy to make any coherent sentences. you could only watch as kita stared at his finger that was soaked in your juices, deep in thought, before wrapping his mouth around his finger and licking it clean. 

“shin, that’s dirty,” you eventually murmur, your eyes drooping slightly. 

he tilts his head to the side, staring at you with a quizzical look on his face. “it’s yours, why would it be dirty?” 

after all, what are best friends for?

[mattsunism]

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suna rintarou (nsfw-ish?)

“you. are you cheating on me?”

you looked over at your boyfriend, your hands pausing momentarily from unraveling the scarf that bunched around your shoulders. kicking off your shoes and shrugging off your coat and scarf, you let the material fall onto the floor near the doorway before padding over to the bed where suna sat. 

standing before him, you tilted your head to the side, confused as to why he would suddenly ask such a weird question. “what are you talking about?”

he hummed lowly to himself, playing with his fingers. “you don’t answer immediately to my texts anymore.”

“i told you i would be busy, with my promotion at work. i didn’t realize… that you’d be so upset.”

he ignored your words, instead choosing to let his legs close slightly so that they were touching the outside of your lower thighs. his fingers traced the hem of your skirt, slowly rubbing back and forth. “there’s no way that you’re going out with other guys, right?”

his tone was nonchalant, almost as if he was talking about the weather, but you felt the tips of your ears grow hot at the accusation that he raised against you nonetheless.  

“no!” you stammered out a quick reply, feeling your heart beat faster at the thoughts that were running through your head. he wouldn’t really think that, would he? was he mad? was he going to break up with you over this misunderstanding? you felt your bottom lip tremble and your eyes fixed on suna, whose own gaze seemed to be fixed on the pattern of your skirt. 

“eh, is that so?” he drew out his words, his gaze rising slowly, even leisurely, to meet your eyes. his lips curled slightly, and he moved his hands down lower to rest on the outside of your thighs, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your stocking. 

“o-of course. it’s only you, rin.” he pulled you even closer, until you crawled onto the bed to straddle him, your knees on both sides of him. 

“can we kiss?” you nodded fervently before leaning in, letting your lips press against his momentarily before pulling back. he chuckled at your actions, rubbing his hands slowly up and down your thighs. he leaned in to press a kiss against the base of your neck, sucking just enough so that you could hear the sound. there was a familiar heat at the bottom of your stomach, and you couldn’t help but press your body into his and let out a low whine.

he placed a trail of wet kisses up the side of your neck, making his way up to your ear. he whispered suddenly, and you shivered at the sudden sensation of lips against ear. 

“you have only me, got it? only I can make you feel this good, because I’m the only one that knows…” he paused for a moment, letting one of his hands move up to lightly grab your face, dragging his thumb up and along your jawline. he brushed a stray strand behind your ear before moving his other hand down the side of your body to grab at your chest, rubbing the sensitive nub gently. 

“… all about this pretty body of yours.” you let out a whimper at his words, feeling the heat in your stomach grow. 

“look at you, my little slut.”

“i’ll make you cum until the morning. until your head is filled with nothing but me, i’ll have you begging under me. got it?” 

[mattsunism]

also does anyone know if you can add the “press to read more” or whatever function on mobile :/ its been so long i dont know how to... use... tumblr