YOU REALLY… THINK IM CUTE??

“THE CUTEST IN THE WHOLE WORLD”

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"I WAS JUST A NORMAL GRIL..

WITH THE CUTEST SMILE IN THE WORLD!!"

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Call me Amelia! I´m 21, she/her, Himikos girlfriend <3

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This blog is +18 and dom!reader only!! masterlist here

Requests are CLOSED at the moment, read my rules before submitting an ask please and thank you!

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I've been thinking a lot of sub!hinata in a skirt, getting all teary and muffled when you pounce on his thighs and later on proceeding to rail him... He would look so pretty 🫠

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Pounded Pretty ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Hinata Shoyo

WC: ~1.2k

₊⊹ CW: sub!hinata, gn!dom reader, skirt kink, thigh play, rough sex, light choking, crying, muttled moans

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: Tumblr is being really fucking weird right now. It won’t let me attach my writing to the request idk

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Hinata stood there in the short, pleated skirt you’d picked out, the fabric barely covering the tops of his toned thighs. His face was already flushed, a deep red spreading across his cheeks as he tugged nervously at the hem, trying to pull it down just a little more. His orange hair was a mess, strands sticking to his forehead, and those wide, innocent eyes of his darted away from your gaze.

“C’mon, Shoyo, don’t hide from me,” you teased, stepping closer. Your voice dropped, low and commanding, as you tilted his chin up to meet your eyes. “You look so pretty like this. Don’t you wanna show off for me?”

His breath hitched, and he stammered, “I-I… it’s embarrassing…” His voice was barely a whisper, trembling as your hand slid down from his chin to rest on his bare thigh, just under the skirt’s edge.

“Embarrassing?” you purred, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his leg. “No, baby, it’s perfect. These thighs of yours… god, I’ve been dying to get my hands on them all day.”

Hinata let out a small whimper, his knees buckling slightly as you pushed him back against the wall. His hands shot out to brace himself, but you were quicker, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand while the other roamed freely over his thigh, squeezing and groping. His skin was warm, almost burning under your touch, and you could feel the way his muscles tensed with every rough press of your fingers.

“P-please…” he mumbled, voice shaky, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes. “It’s… too much…”

“Too much?” You smirked, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, your hot breath against his skin making him shiver. “I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart. You think this is bad? Just wait.”

You released his wrists only to grab his hips, yanking him forward so you could spin him around. He gasped as you pressed his chest against the wall, his cheek smushed against the cool surface as you flipped the skirt up, exposing the tight briefs underneath. His legs trembled, and a soft sob escaped his lips as your hand came down hard on his ass, the sharp slap echoing in the room.

“Ahh—!” Hinata’s cry was muffled as he bit his lip, trying to keep quiet, but you weren’t having it. You leaned in close, your chest pressing against his back as your hand slipped around to cover his mouth.

“Shh, baby,” you whispered, your tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Don’t wanna let anyone hear how much of a mess you are, do we? Keep those pretty little noises to yourself.”

He nodded frantically, tears streaming down his cheeks now as your other hand slid between his thighs, spreading them apart. You could feel him shaking, his muffled whimpers vibrating against your palm as you ground your hips against him, letting him feel the strap you’d prepared earlier, and his whole body jolted at the sensation.

“You feel that, Shoyo?” you murmured, dragging the toy along his clothed entrance, teasing him through the fabric. “You’re gonna take all of it for me. Every. Last. Inch.”

He let out a choked sob, his hands clawing at the wall as you tugged his briefs down just enough to bare him. You didn’t waste time, slicking the strap with lube before lining it up, your grip on his hip bruising as you held him in place. His muffled cries grew louder against your hand as you pushed in slowly at first, letting him adjust to the stretch, but only for a moment. Then, with a sharp thrust, you buried yourself deep, and his whole body arched against the wall.

“Mmff—!” His scream was barely contained by your hand, his tears soaking into your skin as you set a brutal pace, railing into him with no mercy. Each thrust drove him up onto his toes, the skirt bouncing with every harsh movement, and the sight of his trembling thighs under that tiny piece of fabric sent heat pooling in your core.

“Look at you,” you growled, tightening your hand over his mouth as your other hand snaked around to grip his throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. “Crying like a little slut while I fuck you. You love this, don’t you? Love being my pretty little toy.”

Hinata’s muffled moans were desperate now, his body shaking uncontrollably as you pounded into him. His knees buckled, but you held him up, forcing him to take every thrust, every punishing roll of your hips. The tears kept falling, his face a mess of flushed skin and watery eyes, and you couldn’t help but lean down to lick a stripe along his cheek, tasting the salt of his tears.

“Fuck, you’re so cute when you cry,” you muttered, your voice hoarse with desire. “Gonna make you come like this, baby. Gonna ruin you.”

He whimpered, the sound barely audible under your hand, but you could feel the way his body tensed, the way he clenched around the strap as you hit that spot inside him over and over. You tightened your grip on his throat, just enough to make his head spin, and with a few more brutal thrusts, he was coming undone, his muffled scream vibrating against your palm as his body shuddered violently.

You didn’t stop, though, not until you’d wrung every last tremor from him, not until his sobs were hoarse and broken. Only then did you slow down, pulling out carefully as you let go of his throat and mouth. He slumped against the wall, panting and trembling, the skirt still bunched up around his waist as tears dripped down his chin.

“Sh-shit…” he whimpered, voice barely a whisper as he tried to catch his breath. “That… that was…”

“Amazing,” you finished for him, grabbing a tissue from nearby to wipe his face gently. Even after all that, you couldn’t resist pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “You did so good for me, Shouyou. So fucking good.”

He blushed again, hiding his face in his hands as you tugged his skirt back down, smoothing it over his shaking thighs. “S-stop… you’re gonna make me cry again…”

You chuckled, pulling him into your chest and wrapping your arms around him. “Go ahead, baby. I’ll be here to take care of you.”

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I've been thinking a lot of sub!hinata in a skirt, getting all teary and muffled when you pounce on his thighs and later on proceeding to rail him... He would look so pretty 🫠

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teacher!izuku who never fully grew out of his crybaby antics. despite being 24 now and a teacher at his old school, he can't help a little water works here and there.

teacher!izuku who had tears streaming down his face when bakugo gave him his new hero suit. he couldn't help it, it was so sweet :(

teacher!izuku who is currently bent over his own desk, being plowed by your strap mercilessly. his loud sobs and achy whines filled the room, hands desperately trying to pump his drooling cock, but he's so uncoordinated :(((

teacher!izuku's glossy eyes are rolling back, trying not to scream as he paints his big mahogany desk white.

god the timeskip being animated dragged me out of my 8 month writing slump

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Not a req, but how do you feel about writing mild cbt?

yes i love it. izuku and hinata are my faves to write it for. i’ll try to include it in my next piece i promise.

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Twin wdym the last time you posted was 3 months ago where is my mommy kinked character queen where is my shakespear (it's ok if your life's been busy lately I'm js kinda checking in to see if ur alright)

I’m sorry!! 😭 I was in a long term relationship and the boy I was dating was (rightfully so) not comfortable with me writing on here. he broke up with me tho so we r so back

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Flicker in the Dark ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Izuku Midoriya

wc: ~3,000 (Chapter 1 of ?)

₊⊹ CW: teacher x teacher dynamic, BDSM elements, slight cnc, masochism, physical roughness, detention roleplay, praise kink, power dynamics, obsessive behavior, crying/pouting (feigned).

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: this is inspired by the animation of time skip izuku. lmk if i should do chapter 2.

The classroom was silent, save for the faint scratch of your pen against the stack of hero ethics essays you were grading. The late hour painted the windows of UA High in inky black, the campus long deserted after the students had gone home. You liked working late, less interruptions, less noise. But tonight, there was one persistent thorn in your side that just wouldn’t leave you alone.

Izuku Midoriya.

You could feel his stare burning into you from across the staff room. He was always there, lingering like a damn shadow, pretending to shuffle through his own paperwork while his emerald eyes flicked up to you every few seconds. It had been like this for months since you’d joined the faculty as a combat tactics instructor. Izuku, the ever-earnest heroics teacher, had latched onto you almost immediately. At first, it was subtle, little compliments on your teaching style, shy offers to carry your books or grab you coffee. Then it escalated. He started finding excuses to be near you, brushing against you in the hallway, stammering apologies while his cheeks flushed bright red. Now, it was outright shameless.

“Hey, um, Y/N-sensei,” his voice cut through the silence, soft but laced with a nervous edge that grated on your nerves. “D-Do you need help with those essays? I’m pretty much done with mine, and I thought—”

“No, Midoriya,” you snapped, not even looking up from your work. “I’ve got it handled. Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

You heard him shuffle in his seat, the faintest whine escaping his lips. “I-I just thought… you’ve been working so hard, and I wanted to—”

“Stop.” Your tone was sharp, cutting him off mid-sentence. You finally glanced up, your eyes narrowing as they met his. Those damn eyes of his, wide, glistening with something between awe and hunger—always seemed to be pleading for something. “If I need help, I’ll ask for it. Sit down and finish whatever you’re pretending to do.”

His lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as he nodded quickly. “R-Right. Sorry, Y/N-sensei.” He ducked his head, but you didn’t miss the way his hands fidgeted under the desk, or the faint flush creeping up his neck. Pathetic. And yet, there was something about the way he looked at you, desperate, almost feral, that sent a prickle of heat down your spine.

You went back to your grading, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze. But it was impossible. Every few minutes, he’d shift in his seat, letting out a dramatic sigh or muttering something under his breath just loud enough for you to hear. “Gosh, it’s so late… I bet Y/N-sensei is exhausted… if only she’d let me help…”

Your pen stilled. That was the last straw.

“Midoriya,” you said, voice low and dangerous as you slammed the pen down on your desk. His head shot up, eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. “Get over here. Now.”

He scrambled to his feet so fast he nearly tripped over his chair, hurrying to stand in front of your desk. His hands were clasped in front of him, fingers twitching nervously, but you could see the way his thighs pressed together, the subtle bulge in his slacks that he was trying—and failing—to hide. “Y-Yes, Y/N-sensei?”

You stood slowly, rounding the desk until you were right in front of him. He was taller than you by a few inches, but the way he hunched his shoulders and avoided your gaze made him seem so much smaller. You reached out, grabbing his chin roughly and forcing his head up to meet your eyes. His breath hitched, a soft whimper slipping out as his face turned scarlet.

“You’ve been a pain in my ass all night,” you growled, your grip tightening just enough to make him wince. “Do you think I don’t notice you staring at me like some desperate little puppy? What do you want, huh? Spit it out.”

His lips trembled, eyes darting away before flickering back to yours, brimming with heat. “I-I just… I want to help you, Y/N-sensei. I… I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m sorry, I know I’m annoying, but I—”

A sharp crack echoed through the room as your hand came down across his cheek, the slap ringing out in the silence. His head jerked to the side, a gasp tearing from his throat as his hand flew up to touch the reddening mark. But the way his eyes glazed over, pupils blown wide, told you everything you needed to know.

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” you hissed, stepping closer until your bodies were nearly pressed together. “You don’t want to help. You want my attention. You want me to notice you. Well, guess what, Midoriya? You’ve got it. Now what?”

He swallowed hard, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he pouted, his voice trembling. “Y-You’re so mean, Y/N-sensei… I just wanted to be nice, and you… you hit me…”

“Oh, don’t start with the crocodile tears,” you snapped, grabbing a fistful of his messy green hair and yanking his head back. He yelped, his hands flailing for a moment before settling at his sides, trembling. “You love this, don’t you? Look at you, practically shaking with excitement. You’re disgusting.”

His cheeks burned even brighter, a shaky whine escaping as he squirmed under your grip. “N-No, I don’t… I don’t like it… you’re being too rough…” But his words lacked any conviction, especially when you noticed the way his hips twitched, the unmistakable hardness straining against his pants.

“Liar.” You let go of his hair, only to shove him backward. He stumbled, catching himself against the edge of a desk with a soft grunt. Before he could recover, you were on him again, spinning him around and bending him over the desk with a firm hand on his back. He gasped, hands gripping the edges as you pressed yourself against him, your voice hot in his ear. “You’ve been begging for this all night. Don’t pretend with me.”

“P-Please, Y/N-sensei,” he whimpered, his voice breaking as he pushed his hips back against you, just enough to feel the friction. “I-I didn’t mean to make you mad… I’ll be good, I promise…”

You smirked, pulling back just enough to bring your hand down hard on his ass. The sound of the slap was loud, and he cried out, his body jerking against the desk. “Good? You? Not a chance. You’re a needy little brat who doesn’t know when to quit. But that’s fine. I’ve got all night to teach you some manners.”

His breath came in short, ragged pants, and when you glanced at his face looking back at you, you saw the tears streaking down his cheeks, but his eyes were burning with something raw, something primal. He wanted more. Needed more. And fuck, if that didn’t stir something in you, too.

You grabbed his arm, yanking him up from the desk and shoving him against the wall. He hit it with a thud, a soft moan slipping out as his head tilted back, exposing the pale column of his throat. “Y-Y/N-sensei, please… I can’t… I can’t take it…”

“You’ll take whatever I give you,” you said, voice dripping with authority as you pressed a hand against his chest, pinning him in place. Your other hand slid down, brushing over the front of his slacks, and he jolted, a desperate whine escaping his lips. “Look at this. So hard already, just from a few slaps. You’re pathetic, Midoriya.”

He bit his lip, tears spilling over again as he shook his head. “N-No, I’m not… I don’t want this…” But the way his hips bucked into your touch told a different story. You smirked, letting your fingers trace over him, just light enough to make him squirm.

“Don’t lie to me,” you said, giving him a firm squeeze that had him gasping, his knees buckling slightly. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Me putting you in your place. Me making you cry. Tell me the truth, or I’ll stop right now.”

His eyes widened, a panicked look crossing his face as he shook his head frantically. “No, no, please don’t stop! I… I do want it. I’ve wanted it for so long, Y/N-sensei. I can’t stop thinking about you… about you being rough with me, punishing me. I’m sorry, I know I’m a mess, but please…”

There it was. The confession you’d been waiting for. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Good boy. That’s what I like to hear.”

The shudder that ran through him at your praise was visceral, his breath hitching as he melted under your touch. “T-Thank you, Y/N-sensei…”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you said, pulling back with a smirk. “We’re just getting started. I think you’ve earned yourself a little detention after hours. Let’s see how much you can take before you break.”

His eyes lit up, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in them as he nodded eagerly. “Y-Yes, Y/N-sensei. Whatever you want…”

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hi

i broke up with my bf

i can post again

:>

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Hi, could you write something about Tamaki being touch-starved or very sensitive?

Touch Me ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Tamaki Amajiki

rating: NSFW (like always lol)

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₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: why not touch starved and sensitive?

Tamaki was a mess.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his body trembling as he tried—and failed—to stifle the soft, desperate whimpers spilling from his lips. His fingers clutched at your shirt like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, and his breath hitched every time your fingertips traced delicate patterns across his skin.

“Amajiki,” you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement as you tilted his chin up to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread down his neck. His lips quivered, and you swore you could see the slightest glisten of tears clinging to his lashes.

“P-Please…” His voice was barely above a whisper, and his body pressed closer—desperate, needy.

“Please, what?” Your tone was playful, but your fingers were anything but gentle as they ghosted over the waistband of his pants.

“I… I don’t…” His breath caught as your touch dipped just a little lower, fingers grazing over the growing heat between his legs. “Ah—!”

“Oh…” You smirked, eyes flickering down to where his body betrayed him. “You’re already hard, Tamaki?”

“Nngh—!” His whole body jolted, and he buried his face in your shoulder again, trying so desperately to hide the embarrassment written all over his face. “I-I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” You clicked your tongue, dragging your fingers along the length of his clothed bulge, just enough to make him shiver. “What are you apologizing for, baby? You can’t help how much you like it when I touch you.”

“I-It’s… too much…” His voice was muffled, but you could feel how he was trembling—his body betraying just how good it felt. His hips bucked ever so slightly into your hand, instinct taking over despite how overwhelmed he was.

“Too much?” You tilted your head, pretending to think for a moment as you brushed your lips against his ear. “But Amajiki…” Your palm pressed down just a little harder, and the broken whimper that escaped his lips went straight to your core. “You’re so hard for me. Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.”

His head shook against your shoulder, but the way his body leaned into your touch told a different story.

“I… I don’t—”

“Shhh…” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, feeling the way his pulse fluttered beneath your lips. “It’s okay, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You rubbed him through his pants, moving agonizingly slow, and the way he whined had you melting. His hips jerked up, chasing your touch without even realizing it, and the sheer desperation in his movements sent a wave of heat pooling between your legs.

“Such a needy boy,” you purred, eyes dark with satisfaction as you watched him unravel in your hands. “Look at you… already falling apart and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Ahh—!” Tamaki gasped, his body trembling as your hand gripped him just a little tighter through the fabric. His knees pressed together, trying to control the way his body was responding, but it was no use. He was already too far gone.

“Does it feel good when I touch you like this, Amajiki?” Your voice was sweet, but the teasing lilt in your tone had his cheeks burning even hotter.

“Y-Yes…!” His voice cracked, and his hands clutched at your sides as if he was trying to hold on for dear life.

“Good boy.” You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate stroke over his clothed length, and the way he whimpered made your heart pound.

“Y-You’re… teasing me…” His voice was barely a breath, and his body shook with the effort of holding himself back.

“Of course I am.” You chuckled softly, kissing his jaw as your hand slowed just enough to make him whine again. “You’re just so cute when you’re like this. I can’t help myself.”

Tamaki’s breathing grew uneven, and you could feel how close he was already—his body wound so tight, so desperate for more.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked softly, but the wicked glint in your eyes told him you already knew the answer.

“N-No… p-please…” His voice was barely above a whimper, his body betraying how badly he wanted you. “D-Don’t stop…”

“Hmm…” You leaned in, lips brushing against his as your hand moved just a little faster, just a little firmer. “Say it properly, Tamaki. I want to hear you beg.”

“I—” His voice hitched, and you felt his body tense as you applied just the right amount of pressure. “P-Please… please don’t stop…”

“Good boy.” You kissed him, swallowing his soft, desperate moan as your hand continued to tease him, leaving him trembling and utterly at your mercy.

“Ahhh—! I-I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“Shh…” You kissed him again, cutting off his cries as your touch slowed just enough to draw it out—to make him feel everything.

“Let go for me, Amajiki.”

And with one final stroke, his body tensed, his whimpering cries muffled against your lips as he finally fell apart.

Tamaki was completely wrecked, his body trembling as he clung to you, face buried in your neck as his breathing slowly steadied.

“Good boy,” you murmured, stroking his hair gently as he melted into your embrace.

“Y-You’re… so mean…” he mumbled, but the way he snuggled closer told you he didn’t mean it.

“Maybe…” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “But you love it.

And judging by the way his body was already responding again… he definitely did.

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Hello! Sorry to bother but is your ao3 account gone? I can’t find it when I search for it.

IM SORRY!!!!! I deleted my only work because I felt like there was too many plot holes (I’m not used to writing longer stuff sorry) so I planned it out a lot better and have started rewriting it! The first two chapters are out! Sorry about that!!

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I loved your sub and afab asahi post! Can you write something about sub katsuki or sub noya. I need them drooling and calling them mommy FRFR😔😔😔

Here’s a little something with sub!Nishinoya— you cannot tell me this man doesn´t have a mommy kink.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, baby?”

Noya nods so fast his head might fall off, messy hair sticking to his forehead, sweat making his body glisten. He’s spread out beneath you, arms shaking as he tries to hold onto the sheets, but his knuckles keep brushing against where he’s aching for attention. He’s been hard for so long—so long that his cock is flushed an angry red, leaking a shameful amount onto his stomach.

But you haven’t let him touch himself.

“You’re making such a mess,” you murmur, dragging your nails down his chest just enough to make him gasp, his body arching into your touch. His thighs are trembling, trying to close but you pin them apart effortlessly. “What happened to being patient? I thought you said you could handle anything.”

“Mommy, please—” His voice cracks, and his hips jerk upward on their own, seeking relief he knows you won’t give. He’s panting, pupils blown so wide that his eyes are almost black, lips parted as drool spills from the corner of his mouth. His head lolls to the side, and there’s a desperate little whimper that tumbles from his throat, one that has your core throbbing. “I—I can’t… I can’t take it—please, please.”

“Poor baby.” You lean down, just enough to press your lips to his jaw, letting him feel the heat of your breath as you trail down to his neck. “You’re so worked up. All because you wanted me to use you like a toy.”

Noya nods, tears spilling from his eyes now as he stares up at you, completely wrecked. “I’ll be good,” he whispers, voice trembling, and his thighs twitch when you drag your nails lightly over them. “I’ll be so good for you, mommy. Just—just let me…”

“Let you what?” You kiss the corner of his mouth, tasting the drool collecting there. “Say it.”

His hips buck up again, searching for friction that isn’t there, and he whines when you pin him down harder. “L-let me cum. Please.”

“Aw, sweet boy.” You coo softly, brushing your thumb over his flushed cheek. “You’ll get to cum when I’m ready. But you know what?”

You press your thigh between his legs, giving him just a hint of the friction he’s so desperate for. His whole body jolts, his head falling back with a strangled moan.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

“Mommy, please!” Noya sobs, his voice breaking as he grinds down helplessly, tears slipping down his face. His body is so sensitive now that even the smallest touch has him shuddering. “I’ll do anything, I swear—just, please, let me—”

You watch him writhe, your lips curling into a smirk. “Anything, huh?”

“Yes,” he gasps, nodding frantically, his eyes glazed over with desperation.

“Then beg for it,” you purr, dragging your lips along his jawline. “Beg me like the needy little thing you are.”

Noya’s breath catches, and then he’s whimpering louder, his voice breaking as he sobs out, “Please, mommy—please— I’ll be so good for you, I promise—” His hips keep rocking against your thigh, but the friction isn’t enough, leaving him hanging on the edge. “I’m your good boy, I’ll be your best boy, just—please let me cum…”

You grip his chin, tilting his face up so he has no choice but to look at you. His lips are parted, drool dripping down to his chest, tears staining his cheeks, and his eyes—so wide, so desperate—are locked on yours.

“Good boys get rewarded,” you murmur, brushing your lips over his. “But I think you can do better, baby. Come on. Let me hear how much you need it.”

“Mommy—” His voice is nothing but a broken, needy sob now, and he’s trembling so hard that his body can barely stay still. “I need it—I need you, I need to cum so bad—please, mommy—please, let me be your good boy, I can’t—I can’t—”

“There’s my sweet boy,” you coo, finally dragging your hand down his stomach, and the way he sobs when you brush your fingers against his cock makes your core ache.

“Since you asked so nicely…”

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sigh… i just wanna mark kenma up 😔

Kenma sits on your bed, legs curled up beneath him, sleeves of your hoodie pulled down so far they swallow his hands. It smells like you—warm, familiar, and safe. And if he tugs the collar down just a bit, he can see the mottled blush of hickies you left all along his neck and collarbone. They’re fresh and dark, some a little messy, others perfectly shaped. He’d tilted his head for you so obediently earlier, let you mouth at his skin until he was sighing and squirming under your weight.

Now, he’s alone in your room, bare legs on your sheets, only your hoodie and his boxers on, and he can’t stop looking.

His phone feels too big in his hands as he lifts it, angles the camera toward his neck. The first picture is a little shaky. He bites his lip and takes another, lowering the hoodie just enough to expose more of the bruises. The sight makes his stomach flutter, blood rushing right back down to where you’d left him so needy earlier.

He takes a few more photos—some close, some angled from below where his thighs peek out beneath the hem of your hoodie, just the suggestion of skin and shadows. It makes his face heat up so badly that he has to pause and press his cheek into the sleeve to cool off.

After a minute, he scrolls through them. His breathing is a little quick, a little shallow. His heart is pounding. Every photo reminds him of your mouth, your hands, your voice. And he looks owned. Ruined, even. It’s embarrassing—he likes it too much.

He hesitates. Then selects the one where he’s glancing shyly to the side, neck tilted to show the worst of the marks, mouth parted. Sends it to you without a word.

A minute passes. Then two.

And then your reply buzzes through:

“You look so pretty like that, baby.”

His breath catches.

He immediately hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining quietly into your hoodie. He can’t help the way his thighs press together, how his hips shift just a little. He wants you to say it again, wants you to come back and see how flustered he is. How desperate. All from your words. All because of you.

He shakily types a response.

“I can’t stop looking. Is that weird?”

His fingers hover for a second before hitting send.

He stares at the screen, waiting, chest tight with something sweet and aching. Needy.

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Cracking the Code (part 3) ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Rintaro Suna

part one l part two

wc: 2000

Summary: you invite suna to your place and give him the honey he’s been waiting for hehe

₊⊹ CW: p in v sex, lingerie (suna wears it), over stimulation, sun!suna

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: I had so much fun writing this I love sunaaaa

It had been days.

Days since you’d left Suna wrecked and aching for you in that locker room, so painfully close to release that he was probably still haunted by it. And judging by the way he’d been avoiding you on campus, ducking out of sight every time he caught a glimpse of you, you knew he was trying to get his shit together.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

Not when you had something special planned for him.

You’d texted him earlier, telling him to meet you at your place after class—and to be a good boy and show up on time.

And he had.

Suna was standing in your doorway now, looking wrecked before you’d even touched him—eyes slightly downcast, jaw clenched, like he was already bracing himself for whatever you were about to do to him.

“Come in,” you murmured, stepping aside to let him pass.

He didn’t say a word, just nodded, slipping off his shoes as he stepped inside.

“Good boy.” You closed the door behind him, and the quiet click echoed through the space, making him tense even more.

Suna swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room like he was looking for clues—trying to figure out what you had planned.

“Relax, Rintarou.” You stepped closer, tilting his chin down so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. “I just want to play a little.”

His breath hitched, and you could feel the way his body reacted to your words—his shoulders stiffening, his pupils dilating as he fought to keep his composure.

“Take off your clothes.”

Suna’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. His fingers trembled just a little as he tugged off his hoodie and shirt, then pushed his pants down his legs.

“Good.” You licked your lips, letting your eyes rake over his lean, toned body. “Now sit.”

You gestured to the edge of the bed, and Suna obeyed, sitting down with his legs slightly spread—so fucking obedient, just the way you liked him.

You straddled him slowly, guiding him down onto the plush sheets as you captured his lips in a lingering kiss. His hands instinctively reached for your waist, but before he could touch you, you pinned his wrists down, keeping him right where you wanted him.

Suna was sprawled out on your bed, his lips swollen from your kisses. His usual lazy confidence? Gone. Instead, he was staring up at you with blown-out pupils, his breath coming in soft, needy pants.

And he had no idea what was coming next.

You had planned this for a while—something to completely undo him, to make sure he never underestimated you again. So when you pulled away and reached for the little black bag hidden in your drawer, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What’s that?” His voice was already breathless, laced with anticipation.

You just smirked. “A little surprise.”

You climbed off him, reaching into the bag and pulling out the delicate set of black lingerie—soft, lacy, and paired with a sheer skirt that barely covered anything at all. The moment Suna realized what you were holding, his entire body tensed.

“You’re not serious,” he muttered, but the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed told you everything.

“Oh, I’m very serious, baby,” you cooed, holding up the fabric. “And you’re going to look so pretty in it.”

His ears were bright red now, his lips parting slightly as he searched for some excuse, some way out—but there wasn’t one. Not when his cock was already straining against his briefs, giving away just how much he secretly loved this.

“Be good for me, Rin,” you purred, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You do want to be good for me, don’t you?”

A soft, shuddering breath escaped him. And then—slowly, hesitantly—he nodded.

“Good boy.”

By the time you were done dressing him, Suna was a mess. His cheeks were flushed, his thighs trembling, and he couldn’t meet your eyes as he sat there in the delicate black lace, his erection tenting the fabric so obscenely it was almost pathetic.

“You look so fucking pretty,” you murmured, dragging your fingers up his inner thigh, feeling the way his muscles twitched under your touch.

He let out a shaky exhale, his fists clenched in the sheets. “This is so—”

“Hot?” you interrupted, smirking. “Yeah, I know.”

His breath hitched as your fingers trailed up, brushing over the wet spot forming in his panties.

“Oh, Rin…” You clicked your tongue in mock sympathy. “You’re already leaking, baby?”

“Sh-shut up,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut.

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “That’s cute. You think you’re still in control.”

And then you touched him properly—palming him through the lace, feeling the way his cock twitched desperately at even the slightest friction. The whimper that slipped from his lips was almost enough to make you lose your patience.

“You’re so sensitive,” you murmured, kissing a slow path up his stomach. “Are you gonna cum already, baby?”

“N-No,” he stammered, shaking his head. “I can—fuck—I can hold it.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, rubbing slow, lazy circles over the damp lace. “Are you sure?”

Suna whined—actually whined—his hips jerking up helplessly, chasing more friction. His hands clenched into the sheets, his body shivering from the overstimulation of your teasing.

“I—fuck, Y/n—”

You slid the panties to the side, finally wrapping your fingers around his cock, and his entire body jerked.

“F-Fuck—oh my god—”

He was so hard, so achingly desperate, and you had barely even touched him.

“You’re not gonna last, are you, baby?” you cooed, stroking him slowly, just enough to make him tremble.

He let out the prettiest little choked moan, his head falling back against the pillows. “I—fuck—d-don’t—”

“Don’t what?” You smirked, tightening your grip just enough to make him gasp. “Don’t make you cum too fast?”

Suna let out a broken sob of a moan, his body shuddering beneath you.

“Oh, baby…” You leaned in, kissing his flushed cheek. “It’s okay. You can be my pathetic little thing tonight.”

And that broke him.

He came with a loud, desperate moan, his body convulsing as pleasure tore through him, his cock twitching in your hand as he spilled all over himself, ruining the delicate lace of the lingerie.

But you didn’t stop.

His breath hitched sharply as you kept stroking him, his body twitching from the overstimulation.

“F-Fuck—” His voice was wrecked, his hands weakly pushing at your wrists, but you just grinned.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you purred, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. “Too much?”

Suna whimpered, his thighs trembling beneath you. “T-Too sensitive—fuck—”

“But you wanted to be good for me, didn’t you?” You tightened your grip, making him cry out.

“I—ah—fuck—p-please—”

Suna was already wrecked before you even slid the lingerie panties down his thighs—his breath hitching, thighs trembling as he lay back on the bed, chest rising and falling in short, shaky breaths. The lace skirt still clung to his hips, a little crooked now, riding up from how much he’d been squirming.

You straddled him slowly, letting your fingers trail along his ribs, teasing over the soft, trembling lines of his stomach. His muscles flexed under your touch, but he was too far gone to do anything but whimper.

“You sure you can handle this, Rin?” you whispered, voice low and wicked as you leaned down to brush your lips over his jaw. “You came just from my hand.”

“I—I can,” he breathed, voice thin and shaky. “Please… please, Y/n…”

The pleading in his voice made your spine tingle. His cock was flushed and twitching against his stomach, already glistening with precum, and the way he looked up at you—like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth—was almost too pretty to handle.

You lined yourself up, dragging the tip of his cock through your wetness, and Suna let out a broken sound—somewhere between a gasp and a sob.

“Fuck—fuck, wait—” he moaned, his hips bucking up instinctively. “It’s—too much…”

You gripped his thighs to hold him down, giving him a slow, wicked smile. “I’m not even inside you yet, pretty boy.”

“I know,” he whimpered. “I know—I just—please—please go slow…”

You took your time, easing down onto him with slow, torturous pressure, inch by inch, and he was shaking beneath you. His hands clawed at the sheets like he needed something to anchor himself, something to stop the overwhelming heat from swallowing him whole.

The moment you fully sank down, he choked on a moan—his back arching, eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open.

“Oh my god,” he gasped. “Y/n—I—I can’t—”

You paused, grinding your hips just a little, and he cried out, his thighs jerking under you.

“Don’t cum yet,” you said sweetly, though your tone was anything but gentle. “You wanna be a good boy, right?”

“I—fuck—I’m trying—” he whimpered, a few stray tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes.

You leaned forward, planting your hands on either side of his head, pinning him down while you started to move—slow, deep rolls of your hips that made your walls drag over every single sensitive inch of him.

Suna was panting now, whimpering with each thrust, his entire body trembling beneath you.

“Feels too good—too good—please, please slow down—”

But you didn’t. You kept going, loving how overwhelmed he looked, how his lips trembled like he was right on the edge of breaking again. His lashes fluttered as he looked up at you, and you could tell—he was already close.

“Gonna cum for me again, baby?” you whispered, lips brushing against his ear. “Gonna be my messy little slut and finish before I even tell you to?”

“P-Please—don’t tease me—I’m trying to be good—”

But he wasn’t good. Not when he was already starting to fall apart under you, hips twitching upward with every grind, trying desperately to keep it together. You reached down between the two of you, thumbing his swollen tip just once—

And that was all it took.

“F-Fuck—Y/n—!” he cried out, voice cracking as he came inside you, body jerking, eyes wide with shock and shame and relief. His orgasm hit so fast and so hard, it knocked the breath out of him—his thighs clenching, fingers digging into the sheets as he filled you with desperate little moans and stuttered gasps.

You rode it out, watching the way his face contorted in pure overstimulation, how his moans softened into whimpers the longer you kept moving.

When it was done—when he lay under you, flushed and fucked out, tears streaking the corners of his eyes—he looked absolutely devastated.

“…I didn’t mean to—” he breathed, voice trembling. “I didn’t want to finish so fast—”

You leaned down, kissing the hollow of his throat.

“I know,” you whispered. “You’re just that easy for me, aren’t you?”

He bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut, trying not to cry from the embarrassment. You cupped his face gently, brushing a thumb along his cheek.

You kissed his cheek softly, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. “You did so well for me, baby.”

His only response was a weak little whimper, his fingers twitching as he tried—and failed—to reach for you.

You smirked, pressing another soft kiss against his lips. “You okay, Rin?”

He let out a small, exhausted groan, his arms finally wrapping around you, pulling you close as he buried his face in your shoulder.

“…shut up,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.

You laughed softly, stroking his back. “Aw, are you embarrassed?”

Suna just groaned again, tightening his grip around you. “If you say one more word, I’m—”

“What? Gonna let me dress you up again and wreck you even harder next time?”

His body tensed.

And you grinned.

Because now he knew.

There would be a next time.

And he’d love every second of it.

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part 3 for suna except they are FUCKING 🙏

hehe I’ll post it tomorrow ;3 sorry to keep you guys waiting

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Cracking the Code Pt 2 ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Rinarou Suna

Part 1 here

rating: NSFW

wc: 2600

Summary: After leaving Suna desperate and wrecked at a party, you run into him at the gym, only to tease and deny him again bc your evil

₊⊹ CW: sub!suna, suna being a mess, good boy used a lot, edging, kinda public, and y/n is a baddie

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18!

₊⊹ A/N: definitely cooking up a part three… I wanna put him in some lingerie hehe

You weren’t even thinking about Suna when you walked into the gym that afternoon. Honestly, you’d almost forgotten about the way you’d left him hanging at that party—well, not forgotten. The memory of his wrecked expression, the way his body had trembled under your touch, was still seared into your mind. But you’d moved on.

Suna, on the other hand…

You spotted him immediately. He was leaning against the squat rack, water bottle in hand, wearing a loose tank top and shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide the way his body was strung tight with tension.

And he was staring right at you.

You felt it the moment his eyes locked on you—like a physical pull, drawing you in. But you didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it. Not yet.

Instead, you ignored him, walking past without so much as a glance, heading straight toward the treadmill.

But you could feel him watching you.

The weight of his gaze followed you as you stretched, adjusted your ponytail, and climbed onto the machine. You kept your pace slow, giving yourself time to settle in, but your mind was already miles ahead.

How long can he last this time?

Five minutes.

That’s all it took.

You heard the shuffle of footsteps behind you, followed by the distinct sound of a water bottle being set down a little too hard on the machine next to you.

“Y/n.”

His voice was low, controlled—too controlled.

You didn’t look over, but you felt the corner of your mouth twitch. Oh, he’s still trying? Cute.

“Rintarou.” Your tone was cool, casual, like you hadn’t worked him up and abandoned him last weekend.

“Been avoiding me?”

That made you glance over—just for a second.

Suna was leaning against the handlebars of the treadmill, arms flexed just enough to make it clear how tense he was. His jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line, but his eyes…

His eyes were pleading.

“Why would I do that?” You arched a brow, your tone light, playful. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to be keeping tabs on you.”

“Y/n…” His voice was quieter this time, strained.

Ah.

There it was.

You slowed the treadmill, stepping off and grabbing your water bottle before turning to face him fully.

“Something wrong, Rintarou?” You kept your tone innocent, but the way you crossed your arms, tilting your head just enough to make him feel small—that wasn’t innocent at all.

Suna’s jaw worked as he tried to find the words, his eyes flickering down to the floor for a split second before meeting yours again.

“I…” He swallowed hard, and fuck—his throat was dry.

You stepped closer, just enough to invade his space, your body brushing lightly against his.

“Use your words, baby.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make his breath hitch.

“I can’t…” His voice cracked, and his head dipped down, his forehead almost brushing against yours.

“Can’t what?”

“Can’t stop thinking about it.” His confession was so quiet, so raw, that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thinking about what, Rintarou?” You knew exactly what he meant, but you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

Suna’s eyes lifted, and the desperation in them was impossible to miss now.

“You,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “That night. The way you…” His breath caught, and his jaw clenched again, but this time, he didn’t look away. “I can’t get it out of my head.”

A wicked smile tugged at your lips, and you leaned in just enough for your breath to ghost over his lips.

“Aw.” Your voice was soft, but the satisfaction dripping from it was impossible to miss. “Poor baby.”

Suna’s hands flexed at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to grab you—like he was begging for permission to touch you.

“Please.”

The word was barely a whisper, but it was enough to make your pulse spike.

“Please what, Rintarou?” Your lips brushed against his, so close but not giving him anything. “Tell me what you want.”

Suna’s eyes fluttered shut, his breathing uneven, and when he spoke again…

“Please,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Let me be good for you.”

Fuck.

You had him. Again.

And this time, you weren’t going to let him off so easy.

You tilted your head, letting his words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the way his body was practically vibrating with anticipation. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful, and his hands were fisted at his sides, like he was physically holding himself back from reaching for you.

“Hmm.” You dragged a single finger down his chest, tracing the defined lines through his tank top, and felt the way his muscles tensed under your touch. “You want to be good for me, huh?”

“Yes.” His voice was hoarse, strained, like he was barely holding it together. “Please.”

“Please what?” Your nails scratched lightly over his abs, just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. “I don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.”

Suna’s eyes fluttered shut for a second, his lips parted as he fought to steady his breathing. When he opened them again, there was nothing left of that cocky, unaffected façade he always wore.

Just raw, unfiltered need.

“I can’t…” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep it together. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“About what?” Your lips brushed against his jaw, and the shiver that ran through his body made your core ache.

“About…” His breath caught as you dragged your nails down his stomach, lower, until they teased just above the waistband of his shorts. “About the way you…”

“Made you fall apart?” you murmured, lips grazing his ear, and the soft, broken noise that slipped past his lips sent a thrill down your spine.

“Yeah.” His voice was barely a whisper now, and his hips pressed forward, chasing your touch. “Please.”

“Aw.” You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your smile wicked as you watched him crumble for you. “Look at you.” You dragged your fingers up his chest again, watching the way his body shuddered under your touch. “You’re already falling apart, and I haven’t even touched you properly.”

Suna’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered shut again—like he was trying to ground himself. But it wasn’t working.

“Rintarou,” you murmured, your lips brushing over his, so close but not giving him anything. “What happened to all that control you’re so proud of?”

“I…” His voice was barely there now, and his body was trembling, his restraint hanging by a thread.

“Gone already?” You cupped his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. “Poor thing.”

“Y/n…” His eyes were glassy, lips slightly swollen from how hard he’d been biting them, and his breathing was ragged—completely at your mercy.

“Shh.” You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip, watching as his mouth parted for you instinctively. “I’m not done playing with you yet.”

Suna’s body practically sagged against you, his forehead almost brushing against yours as he exhaled a shaky breath.

“Please.” The word was barely a whisper, but the way he said it—like he was ready to drop to his knees for you right there in the gym—sent a pulse of heat straight to your core.

“Alright, baby.” You dragged your nails lightly down his chest again, feeling the way his body shuddered under your touch. “But not here.”

His eyes snapped open, and you saw the flicker of confusion mixed with frustration—like he was barely holding on.

“W-Where?” His voice was breathless, shaky.

“Come with me.” Your smile was sweet, but the glint in your eyes was anything but. “And be a good boy.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers through his, and led him out of the gym without a word.

Suna followed without hesitation, his body tense, practically vibrating with anticipation.

You didn’t go far.

The locker room was empty—mid-afternoon on a weekday meant most people were either in class or already gone.

Perfect.

You pushed open the door and pulled him inside, backing him up against the nearest row of lockers before he could even process what was happening.

“Y/n—”

“Shh.” You placed a finger over his lips, silencing him.

Suna’s breath was ragged, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you, waiting—begging—for whatever you were about to do to him.

“You’ve been such a mess since that night, haven’t you?” Your voice was a whisper, but it echoed in the empty space, filling the air between you.

Suna swallowed hard, his jaw clenched as he fought to keep his composure—but you could see how badly he was losing that battle.

“Can’t sleep,” you murmured, dragging your nails down his chest again. “Can’t focus.”

His breath hitched.

“Been thinking about me every time you touch yourself, haven’t you?”

Suna’s body jerked at that, his head falling back against the lockers with a soft thud as a strangled noise slipped past his lips.

“Fuck.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as your fingers dipped just below the waistband of his shorts, teasing but not giving him what he wanted.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Your voice was pure sin, dripping with satisfaction. “Thought you could handle me.”

“I can’t…” His voice was barely there now, strained and shaky, and his hips pressed forward, chasing your touch. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.” His head tilted forward again, his forehead almost brushing against yours. “I—” His breath was ragged, desperate. “I need you.”

You smiled, dragging your nails lightly down his stomach again, just barely grazing over where he was already painfully hard.

“Hmm.” You tilted your head, pretending to think about it. “I don’t know, Rintarou.” You met his gaze, your lips curling into a wicked smile. “Do you deserve it?”

“Please.” His voice cracked, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat—complete surrender.

“Good boy.”

And just like that, you had him.

The moment the words left your lips, Suna’s body melted into your touch, his head dipping forward until his forehead was almost brushing against yours. His breathing was ragged, uneven, and you could feel the way his body trembled under your hands—completely at your mercy.

But you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

Not yet.

“Hmm.” You dragged your nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed with anticipation. “I guess I could give you a little something…”

“Please.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and the way his hands twitched at his sides—like he was dying to touch you but knew better—made your core ache.

“Such good manners.” Your lips brushed over his jaw, your breath ghosting over his skin as you trailed soft kisses down his neck. “Maybe you do deserve a reward…”

Suna’s breath hitched when your hand finally slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, fingers wrapping around him with just enough pressure to make his knees buckle.

“F-Fuck.” His head fell back against the lockers with a soft thud, and his lips parted as a strangled moan slipped past them.

“Aw, look at you,” you murmured, your voice dripping with satisfaction as you stroked him slowly, deliberately, just enough to make him ache. “So desperate already.”

“Y/n…” His voice was barely there now, and the way his hips bucked into your hand made it painfully obvious just how close he was to losing control.

“Shh.” You tilted your head, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear. “I’m in charge, remember?”

Suna’s whole body shuddered, and the broken moan that escaped his lips sent a pulse of heat straight to your core.

“Y-Yes.” His voice was strained, and you felt his hips jerk again, chasing your touch even as he tried so hard to hold back.

“Good boy.” You tightened your grip just a little, dragging your thumb over the head of his cock, and the whimper that spilled from his lips was downright sinful.

“F-Fuck,” he breathed, his head tilting forward again, his forehead almost brushing against yours as he struggled to keep himself together.

“You’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?” You kept your strokes slow, teasing, just enough to make him ache.

“Y-Yeah.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and his breathing was so uneven now, you could feel how close he was.

“Been touching yourself to the memory of me?” Your tone was sweet, but the wicked smile tugging at your lips said otherwise.

“Y-Yeah.” His head dipped lower, and the soft, broken noise that slipped past his lips made you ache for him.

“Poor thing.” You dragged your lips down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just enough to make him shiver. “Bet it wasn’t enough, was it?”

“N-No.”

“Bet you still felt empty afterward.”

Suna’s whole body trembled, and the whimper that spilled from his lips was so soft, so wrecked, that it made your core throb with need.

“Y/n…” His voice was broken now, barely above a whisper.

You tightened your grip again, your strokes picking up just enough to have him teetering on the edge.

“You close, baby?”

“Y-Yeah.” His hips bucked into your hand, and his breathing was so uneven now, you knew he was seconds away from falling apart.

“Gonna be a good boy and come for me?”

“Please.” His voice cracked, and his eyes fluttered shut as his body tensed, his muscles coiling as he chased that release.

“Hmm.” You pressed your lips against his jaw, your hand still working him expertly.

And then—

You let go.

Just like that.

You stepped back, pulling your hand away completely, and the choked noise that tore from Suna’s throat was downright devastating.

“W-What—” His eyes snapped open, wide and glassy with desperation as he stared at you, his body still trembling, so fucking close he could taste it.

“Aw.” You pouted, tilting your head as you watched him fall apart in front of you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Y/n…” His voice was a wrecked, broken whisper, and his hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing a touch that was no longer there.

“Did you think I was gonna let you finish?” Your smile was downright wicked now, and the way Suna’s eyes pleaded with you made your core ache.

“P-Please…” His body was shaking, his muscles tense as he fought the urge to touch himself—because he knew better.

“You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?” You leaned in, brushing your lips over his ear again, and the shiver that ran through his body was impossible to miss.

“Y/n…” His voice cracked, and you could feel how close he still was, teetering on the edge but unable to fall.

“Not yet, baby.” You pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, your tone soft but firm. “Be patient.”

And then—

You stepped back.

Suna’s eyes flew open, wide with disbelief, his lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath.

“W-Where…” His voice was barely there, broken and desperate. “Where are you going?”

You smiled sweetly, grabbing your water bottle and slinging your bag over your shoulder like nothing had happened.

“Class.” You winked, turning toward the door, but not before throwing one last look over your shoulder. “Be good for me, Rintarou.”

And then you left.

Leaving him there—desperate, wrecked, and aching for you.

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ik ppl say goshiki and shirabu are ugly but to me theyre such little cuties. Like i want nothing for then to scoop then up and js care for them forever and ever. Bake them little cookies or make them bento’s. I love me a man w a bad haircut who’s js a little cutie.

A man who can pull off a bad haircut and still look good is a certified baddie 🙏 I’m quietly a huge fan of pretty delicate men with a bowl cut and I wish there were more characters like thissss

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HELLO

just wanted to say ur work is amazing❤️❤️❤️ I’ve been super caught up with haikyuu since the beginning and have been stalking for more hoshiumi content, thanks for showing him so much love and work

YOU SO AMZING🦅🦅🦅

THANK YOU! There is not enough time in the day for me to thirst over this man 😫 but I promise the next time I write for him (soon) I will tag you xp