having horrible horny thoughts about telling best friend hanma no guy has ever made you cum so he takes it upon himself to be the first because he deserves it and wants to be your first something :,( eats you out like a starved man and his strokes are immaculate someone help 💔💔
— 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! : hanma shuji.
content: f!reader. college au(?). you're inexperienced, shuji is secretly in love with you. pussy eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, he makes you call him daddy. if this makes no sense its bec i wrote the whole thing w my clit.
an: (s)creaming this turned into a full fic lmfaoo
⠀⠀ — . ｡˚ ♡ "i dare you to tell me somethin' that'll make me laugh."
“no guy’s ever made me cum.” you’d told hanma. a not so innocent answer to a rather innocent dare, you admit. but he’s your best friend, nothing less (and nothing more). it’s fine.
and there was an awkward, momentary silence for a few seconds. he’d fallen still, holding the cigarette he’d been about to take a drag from in mid air, amber eyes flickering with an emotion unreadable to you.
“say what, dollface?” he asks — using that petname with you again, that your exes always hated — and the disbelieving tone in his voice embarrasses you, brings a flush to your cheeks and ties a knot of humiliation in your guts.
you squirm on the back of his motorcycle, as he turns his head to look at you, leaning against the fence right by you, where he’d parked the vehicle.
“i—” you stutter, flustered. “no guy’s ever made me cum before.” just something funny that’d slipped out your mouth, during a lazy game of truth or dare you’d played during his smoke break after class.
“that’s fucking funny, doll.” he does laugh, but it’s awkward. “you serious?”
“yes.” you’d answered. truthfully.
and now, you’re splayed out between hanma’s legs, on his bed in his room, his long and lithe fingers bullying their way into your cunt for the third time. “h—ah! wait!”
he’s leaning against the headboard, one arm hooked around your waist, hand firmly on your thigh and holding your legs spread apart, fingers in your pussy as he chuckles lowly at your whines.
you’d question it — question what the fuck was happening, if he just wasn’t so fucking hot and making you feel so fucking good.
“that’s it,” he smirks, as you drop your head against his chest, grabbing onto his wrist, desperately trying to close your legs as he effortlessly draws another orgasm out of you. “that’s it ... ya look fuckin’ cute when you’re cumming.”
he laughs when you try to look up at him and scowl, eyes fluttering and rolling back into your head when he uses the hand that’s not busy fucking your pussy to land a slap on your clit.
you moan again, and he laughs. “see? atta girl, so pretty when you cum. tellin’ me nobody’s ever seen you like this?”
you dont answer, too busy trying to blink back the wave of dizziness that’s washing over you with the bliss hanma’s giving you, on his fingers alone.
the inked kanji on the back of his hand flashes darkly, sin bobbing up and down between your legs, shiny with your slick, as hanma curls his fingers into your tight, clenching walls and rasps into the shell of your ear, “asked you a question, dollface.”
“nobody,” you gasp, for some reason so nervous yet so turned on, by the demanding, challenging edge to his tone. “nobody, hanma— ah!”
“tch, it’s shuji, sweetheart.” he pinches your clit, laughs when your knees jerk up at the sensation.
his voice goes a little softer as he continues, thinking you wouldn’t notice the hint of jealousy and longing in his voice with the state you’re in. “gonna keep me just your friend, just your ol’ buddy hanma-kun even after i take you on my bed, fuck you on my fingers ’n make you cum over ’n over again?”
“a—mngh, ’m sorry, shuji,” you whine, too enamoured by how he feels to argue, and his heart jumps at how sweet his name sounds off your tongue. “f—fuck, feels so good!”
“would feel better if i were usin’ my tongue. or if you were on my cock.” he laughs when your expression visibly scrunches up in embarrassment, cooing at you and telling you how cute you are as he grips your waist and turns you around to straddle him, legs shaky with the effect of your previous orgasms. “want me to do it, yeah?”
“mmm,” you answer though you’re not sure what he means, holding onto his shoulders for support. he holds you steady, and slides himself down onto his back onto the mattress, pushing your legs further apart around him and cupping your ass, pulling you forward — and you realize what he’s about to do. “shuji, no, i’ve n—”
you cut yourself off, but hanma picks your sentence up anyway.
“never been eaten out before?” he asks, sounding both unconvinced and pissed off at the same time, and you sit there as he stares up at you, so fucking embarrassed—
“my doll’s been gettin’ treated like shit, huh?” he breathes, gold eyes tracing your figure down. “sweet lil’ thing, i’ll show you how y’should be treated, a’right?”
“mm,” you let out a sound, so shy when his voice goes all sympathetic. it makes your pussy go slick with want, your heart beating faster with anticipation. “mkay.”
hanma doesn’t hold back. he tightens his arms around your hips and waist in an instant, pulling your cunt down on his mouth, nose pressed just over your clit as he inhales deep into you, letting out a needy growl as he opens his mouth and takes you.
your hands scramble to find a hold on the headboard as he rocks you forward, trapping you on your knees with your thighs plush and warm around his face, drinking in your cunt — devouring you like a man starved. “fuck,” he slurs into your heat, muffled and hot. “shit, baby, s’ fuckin—good.”
his tongue grazes your clit, curls around it and sucks, and you cry out, squirming in his arms, one hand leaving the headboard to get down and curl your fingers into his hair and tug, stuttering his name out in a pleading chant. “shuji, shuji, shuji — fuck!”
the moan he lets out when you pull at his black and blonde locks thrums against your cunt, and when he sucks at your clit again, slurping loudly and grunting praise into you, it’s enough to make you cum again. “ah, shuji, cumming, cumming!”
“i know,” he hisses, and when you look down at him, the rise of his cheekbones, his nose and his mouth are soaked with your wetness— and his eyes are blown wide, the gold of them almost lost in the darkness of his want. “i know, baby. i know.”
“please,” you hiccup, tears blurring your vision, hips trembling as you try not to collapse over hanma’s face.
your cunt aches, empty despite the way he shoves his tongue up your fluttering hole, and you dont want another orgasm without it. “fuck! shuji — shuji please, need your cock.”
“mm — what’d you say, dollface?” he grunts, licking at your clit, yanking you back in when you try to lift yourself off him. “cant just get all you want like that. say it right f’me.”
“w-what?” you sob, unsure what he means but so needy to obey, because you just need him to stuff you full and fill you up already.
you dont know if it’s wrong or not, to want your best friend’s dick inside you so badly, but you’ve gone this far, havent you? he’s giving you what you want.
“you g’na do as i say?” he smirks, watching how you nod and keen when he tongues at your abused clit again. “then say ‘i love you, daddy, i only want you ‘n your cock from now on’.”
huh? — it takes a second or two, but the words put clarity in your head, somewhat, when you hear them.
swallowing back the shaky whine of acceptance bubbling at your throat, you manage to ask instead, “you want me to tell you i love you?”
there’s a small pause, before hanma’s grip on your hips tightens again.
but this time, he pulls you off.
it urges you back to your position straddling his hips, as he sits back up, leaning on the headboard once more — and though his hard-on brushing hot and heavy through his jeans against your messy cunt is distracting, you pay attention to his expression instead.
hanma stares at you, face wet with your slick and hair messy with your hand tangling through the dyed locks. “so you ... dont?”
it’s a sudden flipside to the multiple orgasms he’d just sent you through, and it disorients you just a little.
but the look in his amber eyes, black and blonde hair stuck to his forehead and framing his face, the warmth in your heart as you contemplate an answer — and the desperate ache in your empty cunt, it all convinces you to say you do.
“i do.”
there’s yet another damned pause, as you sit on hanma’s lap, naked and with his dick hard under your ass, your palms flat against his bare chest — if someone’d told you before that a dumb game of truth or dare after class would lead you to this situation, you’d laugh.
but — but this is shuji. he’s rough on the exterior, a major tease, a man notorious and famous on the streets; but really? he’s sweet.
he buys you coffee, takes you out shopping, takes you to the salon, pays for your takeout. he always tells you he'll fuck your exes up if they hurt you or make you cry (and they have done so, but you've never allowed him to beat them).
he goes with you to the library, even though he doesn't even care for spending hours on assignments or work. to be fair, he does leave you in there and go out to smoke after only a few minutes, but he always comes back to drop you home.
he's so nice to you, despite himself. and turns out, if you'd just ask, he'd fuck you too.
he’s your best friend. nothing less, nothing more, but you decide it now, trembling from the euphoria he’s giving you. you want more.
it’s possessive and spells desire, how he’d pulled you in here to make up for your ‘stupid shit exes’, telling you he would make you feel good if nobody else has done it before.
it’s all so sudden, but it makes sense. he’s been just your best friend this whole time, but you want more.
“i do love you, shuji.”
hanma lets out a breath, when you repeat it. “really, now?” he mutters. “not just sayin’ that so i’ll give you my cock? dont play with my heart now, doll.” he chuckles, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes.
“i do.” you mumble, shy again under the intensity of his piercing stare. “and i guess ... that’s why it never worked with anyone else. when you were there this whole time.”
“hah,” hanma laughs, steadying his hold on your waist before bringing one hand up to pat your cheek. ”y’ telling me no other asshole could make you cum, ‘cause you were busy wishin’ it was me?”
“no!” you blurt out, but when he grins wider, slides his hand down from your cheek to pinch the soft flesh of your tits, the electric shiver that courses down your spine says otherwise. it would be a lie, to say that you’ve never wanted him. “yeah, m-maybe.”
“fuck,” he hisses at that, eyes going even darker, like the dubious confirmation you’d given him was all he needed, like it was a love shot and a stroke of lust in one — and he yanks the buttons and zipper of his jeans open, tugging the fabric apart and pulling out his straining cock.
it’s big — unsurprising, but still a sight to take in, and you whimper tearfully when he grabs the length in his hand and taps his head to your clit, letting out a breathy chuckle. “biggest cock y’ ever seen, mhm?”
and you’d want to keep from boosting his ego, but the way you stare is answer enough. “n-need you in me, shuji.” you beg, and he just laughs again, rubbing the pearl of precum that swells at his tip across your slit, teasing. “say what i told you to say, then. if y’love me.”
call him daddy? “do i really have to?” you whine, pushing forward and grinding up on his cockhead. it ellicits a rough moan from him, that makes your clit throb when you hear it — but hanma remains adamant.
“you hafta, dollface.” he smiles, showing you teeth. “you’ll do it, if y’ really want me so bad.”
and god, the layers of pleasure he’d drowned you in are too sharp, too overwhelming for you to refuse and stop this right now — you want, need his cock. right now.
fine. “i—i love you, daddy.” you mumble, eyes skirting down because you cant bring yourself to look him in the eyes. “and i-i want only you. only your cock, and only you. i love you.”
and it’s like hanma has been waiting for this moment his whole life.
“shit, baby,” he huffs, pulling your tits flush against his body as he grabs you by the waist and by the back of your neck, dragging you in and meeting your lips with his in a starved kiss — fuck, he hadn’t kissed you until now?
you realize it, with both a pang and a fluttering in your heart, but the thought is soon knocked out of your head, as he kisses you again, tasting the lingering essence of yourself on his tongue, tasting him, catching the scent of cigarettes and men’s cologne on his mouth and neck as you lean into him, letting him savour you whole.
“god, i love you.” he groans, as he lines his cock up at your entrance, sliding sin and punishment over to your ass again and sheathing you down on him. “loved you f’so long now, baby. d’you know how i’ve felt? ‘n now y’re fuckin’ telling me all those assholes you dated never made you cum. fuck.”
“mm, sh-shuji!” you cry, and he moans in your ear in reply. “s-slower! please, please—”
“‘m too big for you?” he rasps, voice hoarse with pleasure. god, he’s wanted this forever. your tight, velvet walls clenching around him, wet and hot and your body on him, so pretty and all his.
“cant slow down, sweetheart.” he hisses. “consider this your punishment. for playin’ with my heart like that, for so long.” you’ve got your arms wrapped around hanma’s neck, trying to control the pace at which you sink down on his cock, but he rolls his hips up and pushes all the way into you anyway.
“a—haah! shuji!” your moan is saccharine in his ear, and he swallows back a curse, knowing that it’s not going to be long before he’s cumming, filling you all up.
“say sorry, baby.” he growls, pulling out before shoving back in you again, putting stars into your eyes with the sharp slap of skin against skin, the harsh kiss of his tip against your cervix. “really didn’t think i loved you, even when i was fuckin’ knuckle deep in you? callin’ you my dollface and telling you y’re pretty ‘n driving you around, and sucking on that sweet lil clit?”
you cry out, when he bites at the side of your neck, feeling even more embarrassed, feeling stupid — because god, you were stupid to miss the signs. to think he was just like that. when he only ever was that way with you. “‘m sorry, sorry. please, i’m sorry.”
“hmm,” he lulls, kissing the marks of his teeth that he’d left on you. “cant be mean with you, can i? too fuckin’ sweet for your own good.”
your mouth is on his cheek, lips sliding down his jaw in desperate kisses, needing him more even when he’s right here, when your body’s pressed to his and his lips are on you and his cock is all the way in your cunt. “mmngh,” you try, too dizzy to answer properly.
“now let’s teach ya how it feels to cum on a big, fat cock, yeah, dollface?” he says, starting up a hasty rhythm with his cock, up and down into you as you struggle to stay sitting up on his lap. “poor lil’ doll’s never even done this before?”
“never.” you keen, lost in the way his cock is so long, so thick, reaching all the sweet spots deep in your cunt in one fucking go. “n-never came on a cock before.”
“yeah, i know.” he says, all sympathetic again, and it sends heat rushing to both your face and your core. “g’na beg daddy to let you cum all over his cock?”
“mhm,” you moan, and he smiles, brings you in for another kiss as he speeds up. “then say it, baby. say what y’need to say to have your way.”
“mm, daddy, daddy—” you sob, trying to kiss him back as he hums into your mouth, forgetting your embarrassment at having to call him that, because fuck, it was starting to feel fitting. “please let me cum on your cock, please, please—”
“only if you’ll let me fill this pretty pussy all up.” he stutters, voice turning all raspy as he goes even faster, bouncing you up and down so hard as he nears his high.
he loves the way you beg. loves the way you call him by that name. so cute, and almost pathetic, for him. it’s a fresh change. one he wants to hold on to. “yeah? you’ll let me do that, baby? let daddy fill your cunt up with his cum?”
“yes,” you gasp, vision going cloudy with both tears and pleasure as you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter all over again. “fuck, anything! anything, daddy, just please.”
“please what?” his laugh is now hoarse, as he looks at your blissed out face from under his lashes, eyes lidded and heavy with lust and pleasure.
the bedsheets under you are soaked, but neither of you can care — you moan again, sucking in a breath and falling into hanma’s chest, tired but so, so desperate to cum again. “please, shuji. please. need to cum on your cock. need you to cum in me.”
and he does.
hanma watches, vision hazy as his cock slides out of your cunt milky and drooling, and pushes back in — pushes in so deep he hits your cervix again and he cums, leaking hot, white ropes of seed into your tight, wet cunt — and it makes you cum, too.
“fuck, tryna milk me all up, huh?” he heaves as he maintains his pace, gritting his teeth and grabbing your hips when you try to meet the rhythm, pussy fluttering and sucking him in like you’ve needed him as much as he’s needed you. “pretty, pretty lil’ pussy — all mine, yeah?”
“all yours, shuji.” you sob, and he stares as your head tilts up, eyes rolling back in your head as they fall shut, drowning in the pure heaven of cumming while stuffed full of his big, big cock. “a-hnngh, all yours.”
“yeah, that’s right.” he growls, wrapping punishment around your throat, hauling you back in to kiss you, sloppy and open mouthed, as sin slips down between your bodies — pressing into your pulsing clit with his thumb as he continues fucking up into you, pace relaxing slowly. “that’s right. y’re all mine now. forever.”
No one asked for this but: TR characters my mutuals could pull
@liamiya : i’m very VERY biased but Baji Keisuke for sure. in my head, i swear lia’s dog would be in love with baji and the two of them team up on her >:)) also could pull Akashi Takeomi bc lia is all about that sugar daddy lyfe. if it were all up to me tho she could pull like 90% of the characters
@ratboy03 : i’m sorry but his crazy ass? for some reason i feel like kazutora would enable his pyromaniac antics. for the very same reason, I’m saying Chifuyu, except those two would end up in the HOSPITAL
@paradise-creator : draken :(( idk they’d be adorbs together?? don’t ask why. BUT WITH WHAT I’VE SEEN OF THEM AND THEIR BOYFRIEND, PAULINE COULD PULL SOUYA MF KAWATA WITHOUT A HITCH. ive seen proof, plus ken wakui told me
@pleasurekun : absolute maniac, but a hot maniac. i know she could pull hanma or ran and/or rindou. also probably sanzu. idk, she’s unhinged bro and i can see it so bad
Hi I thought I ask, would you possible do other characters for the pornstar au? I really loved your Miya twins one. Your work is amazing I love your writing style👍🏾
- friendly anon <3
i've been on a seijoh brainrot this whole day so here you go
“Shittykawa, i swear to god if you don’t shut up and get off the set right now-”
“what? what’re you gonna do? can’t exactly move now, hm? feels too good to pull out, right? i get it, i’ve been there.”
you duck your head down, trying not to let Iwaizumi see your smile, but you’re not very successful because he can probably feel your lips curling up against his bare shoulder. Iwaizumi huffs, disgruntled by your reaction, and his hands tighten under your knees. the cool metal of his fake wedding ring—one that matches the one on your finger—presses into your skin, and a pleasant shiver runs up your spine at the reminder that he’s supposed to be playing your husband right now.
the Iwaizumi Hajime. playing your husband. it’s your every wet dream come true.
you’ve worked with Seijoh before on many occasions, but never with Iwaizumi, which had been a damn shame. not that you’re disappointed with your experiences by any means. Oikawa had managed to eat you out until you saw stars, Matsukawa had fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk for a week, and Hanamaki...well, the two of you had done some unspeakable things in one particular film.
but Iwaizumi...there’s something about him to you that makes him stand out, even among all the top Seijoh actors. looking beyond the sheer physique he possesses, there’s a quiet confidence about him that’s just so alluring, that draws you to his works over and over again, and you still can’t quite believe you’re doing this right now. with him.
the position you’re in—perched on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around a very naked Iwaizumi’s waist, arms slung over broad and tanned shoulders—is awkward, but you’re making do. the view’s not bad either. you draw back, grinning teasingly at your co-star. “a fan, huh?”
Iwaizumi avoids your eyes, just grumbles something inaudible as he shifts between your legs. the movement jostles his cock inside you, the cock that’s pressing so snugly against your spongy walls and making you feel like you’re being split open, and you have to bite down on your lip to prevent a moan from slipping out.
“oh yeah,” Oikawa pops up again from behind his colleague’s shoulder. it’s a surprise the director hasn’t kicked him out yet, especially since he has absolutely no place on the set. you suppose he probably has enough star power to do whatever he wants though. his name’s always trending one way or another, after all. “he’s been a fan from the start, has been fapping to you ever since your solo vid days.”
your eyes widen and you stare at Iwaizumi disbelievingly. he’s been watching your videos since you were an amateur camgirl in college?
Iwaizumi snaps uselessly, “Oikawa.”
“he has his favorite clips of you ready on his phone for when he needs to get hard for scenes.” Oikawa snickers, clearly enjoying this far more than he should. “i’ve seen him get off to you so many times, you don’t even know. thank god you’re finally giving him a taste of your pussy, i worry for him sometimes.”
“you fucking-”
if it weren’t for the fact that the director had very sternly told the two of you to “maintain that angle” before heading off to review the earlier shots, you think Iwaizumi would probably be lunging at Oikawa and throttling him by his pretty little neck by now.
heat floods your cheeks at the thought of Iwaizumi jerking off to your videos. you wonder what he looks like...whether he bites his lip the way he does in his videos...whether he grits his teeth and lets out those short, panting breaths...whether his head falls back, jaw dropping open, expression clouding over, when he finishes all over his hand. you wonder what he would look like finishing inside of you.
“he moped so much, you know, when he found out he was the only one out of us all who hadn’t...worked with you yet.”
you stifle a giggle when you see Iwaizumi look up towards the ceiling, over your shoulder, down at where the two of you are joined. anywhere but your eyes. you do feel a little bad for him- he’s so red, and not just from him fucking you on the counter earlier.
“well, i’m very flattered. but i guess nobody told you...” you exhale and unwrap your arms from around his neck to press your palms against his cheeks, framing his handsome face and turning it towards you. he’s still not looking at you. “...about how big of a fan i am of you.”
Iwaizumi’s gaze snaps to meet yours. finally. you beam. “hi.”
“you...” his voice is husky, a little worn from the delicious grunts and moans he let out earlier when he was rutting into you like an animal. “you’ve...w-watched my stuff.”
it’s quite endearing, the way he’s stuttering from embarrassment. it’s in stark contrast to his words to you during the shoot, how smoothly the lines flowed from his lips about how he was going to fill you up, breed your pretty little pussy, knock you up and start a family with you.
“of course i have,” you snort, “have you seen yourself?”
Oikawa blinks. “you’re...Iwa-chan’s fan? you never mentioned that.”
you smirk. “didn’t exactly want to damage your ego when you had your tongue buried in my pussy. i needed you to stick around and finish the job.”
“why would that damage my ego? i’m the one you shot four movies with.” Oikawa scoffs, folding his arms. “it’s not like he’s your favorite or anything.”
your silence speaks volumes.
“oh my god,” the brunette says, despair flooding his voice, “he’s your favorite? even though i made you cum three times with just my mouth?”
“yeah and i can cum five times a night to his videos alone, what’s your point?”
Iwaizumi looks ridiculously pleased, though the twitching of his lips makes it clear that he’s trying to hide it. you smile instinctively at the sight of his softened expression, and trace his cheekbones with your thumbs. he’s looking at you now, really looking at you, and not like the way he does when he’s acting. his green eyes are deep, penetrating, and you could get lost in them, you really could.
“i- i thought you didn’t really like me,” Iwaizumi says quietly, “thought that you just didn’t want to work with me.”
“no.” you roll your hips, biting your lip at the way Iwaizumi’s lashes flutter when his eyes close, a soft hiss leaving him as you fuck yourself on his cock slowly. imperceptible enough so that the film crew won’t notice. so the director won’t blow a gasket for you ruining the angle. “i was saving the best for last.”
“the best, huh?” Iwaizumi tilts his head in Oikawa’s direction. and indignant sound can be heard from the brunette. “interesting.”
“mm. never could find anything that could make me as full as...this,” and with that you fearlessly dig your heels into his ass, pulling him close and your back arches when you feel Iwaizumi’s cock bury inside you completely, his balls pressing against your ass. he nearly falls forward, slamming his hands down on the counter just in time, forehead dipping to touch your shoulder as he lets out a groan.
he stays there for a long moment, savoring the feeling of your walls hugging his cock, before he draws back. he lets out a breathless chuckle before letting go of one of your legs to cup the back of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw, pressing past your lips and dipping into your mouth. his own lips part as his gaze searches your features, and you can feel it now. that confidence. "you...you make me want to go off script. show you how i really fuck.”
you close your lips around his thumb, never taking your eyes off his the whole while. his pupils dilate at the sight of you so...pliant for him. you run a hand up his bare torso, fingers grazing his nipple as they come to a rest on his chest. “what’s stopping you?”
“he won’t do that.” Oikawa’s annoying voice reminds you that he’s still there and you nearly groan out loud in frustration at the moment being interrupted. “he’s too much of a professional for that. me, on the other hand...for you, cutie? just say the word.”
you’ve worked with Oikawa enough to know how to tune him out and you do just that. you even tune out the rest of the set, the bustle of cameramen and production assistants, the call of the director to get ready for the next shot. so does Iwaizumi, from how intently he’s focusing on you, hanging onto your every word.
"then...how about i come over? after we’re done.” you sigh, leaning close and grazing your lips up Iwaizumi’s jaw. your tits press against his chest, and you can feel how hot his skin is against yours. “we could...rehearse for tomorrow’s scene.”
Iwaizumi’s breath hitches in his throat. you can feel the coiled tension and strength in his shoulders, and you just can’t wait to find out how hard he can really fuck. how unrestrained he can be without all these cameras around. his cock throbs inside you.
you kiss his cheek, smiling into it mischievously.
'“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”' with ushijima pls <33333 tyyyyyy
a/n: flksldsdj hi maeee <333 pretend i didn’t take so long to write this 😌 based on this prompt list
"good work today."
you glance up and off to the side from your squat, panting slightly, to see a tall, well-built man leaning against the power cage you’re stationed at. his skin is covered with a thin sheen of sweat, chest heaving slightly, indicating that he’s just finished one of his grueling workout routines. you would know, you’ve seen his regimen. it’s ridiculous, honestly. you’re halfway convinced that Ushijima Wakatoshi is simply not human.
“thanks,” you let the barbell drop and grab the clean, white towel that he offers you. “i’m sure i’m a mess though. haven’t been in for a while because of work and stuff.”
“i noticed.” Ushijima shrugs off your concerns. “you look very well put together.”
fighting back a grin, along with the strange flutter of your heart that those words elicit from you, you thank him again. this man, honestly. always coming up to you and saying things that no normal person would probably have the courage to say. but Ushijima? no such hesitation. you’ve lost track of the things he’s said to you over the past few weeks that you’ve gotten to know him.
“you have good form.”
“you’ve improved from since i last saw you.”
“you are pleasing to talk to.”
if it were anyone else, you probably would have called them out on it long ago, but it’s Ushijima. he means things as he says them. you’re a hundred percent sure that he has absolutely no interest in you. you’re a hundred percent sure that he has absolutely no interest in anyone, so laser-focused is he when he’s working out. not once have you ever seen his eyes stray towards anyone. you’re probably the only one he talks to regularly, heaven knows why, despite the many women and some men desperate to have him “check their form.”
“so what’s new with you? anything going on in that big volleyball brain of yours?”
Ushijima’s brows furrow at your teasing words. “not particularly. i do have a match coming up.”
“no way, really? an official match?” he nods, intense gaze tracking the way you stretch out your sore arms. “you know, come to think of it, i’ve never seen you play. never seen you actually practice either.”
there’s a short pause. “would you like to?”
you raise your eyebrows. “when’s the game? if it’s soon, i doubt i could snag tickets in time.”
“i can get you a courtside seat,” Ushijima straightens and adds almost reluctantly, “more than one if...you would like to bring a friend.”
your lips twitch at the slightly awkward invite. unable to help yourself, you lean against the cool metal bar of the cage, tilting your head, “tickets to your game? the ones that are notoriously hard to get? and not just that, but a courtside seat? why Ushijima, are you flirting with me?”
you grin at the way his forehead creases, bending down to pick up your water bottle that’s sitting on the ground. “relaaax, i’m just messing w-”
“you finally noticed?”
your hand freezes mid-air in its path towards your face, water bottle gripped tightly in it. a few drops of water splash out before you manage to stabilize it, staring incredulously at the olive-brown haired man in front of you. you have to take some time to process those three words, running them through your mind a few times before coughing. “you- you’re flirting.”
“i am.”
“with me.”
“yes.”
you squint, blinking a few times to make sure that you’re not in the twilight zone and that it is indeed Ushijima Wakatoshi, resident gym rat and volleyball nerd, speaking to you. there’s barely a single coherent thought in your mind right now, everything’s just a jumbled mess. “what? why? who? when? where?”
“since the beginning.” his broad shoulders slump, head cocking to the side. he looks confused as to why you’re confused. “because i’m interested in you.”
a stunned silence settles heavily over the two of you. Ushijima looks patient, just standing there, in no rush to retract his confession or turn away, as any normal person would. it takes a few moments, but you manage to unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth and clear your throat, heat flooding to your cheeks when memories of every single interaction you’ve had with him over the past few weeks comes rushing back.
your hands are sore from how tightly Atsumu has them grasped in just one of his hands. he’s drilling into you mercilessly, cock driving into you so hard your bones ache with every impact of his thrusts.
“you think i’m a child?” he leans over you and smirks, slamming his hips against yours and forcing a broken cry from you, “you think i’m still in high school? is that why you’re lurking so uselessly on the internet?”
you grit your teeth and refuse to budge. someone has to put those disgusting fanfic writers in their place. they’re lusting after minors. you can’t just let this slide. someone has to protect the 2d lines.
“i’m a professional volleyball player, you ignorant slut.” Atsumu continues and pushes one of your thighs farther apart, angling his hips, “i’m kind of famous too. didn’t you read the manga?”
“t-there’s a manga?” your jaw drops open, back arching when the fat head of his cock hits that spot inside you with terrifying accuracy.
“it’s common sense,” someone says. you turn your head to see Sakusa seated in an armchair in the corner of the hotel room, a look of disdain curling his lips even as he fists his cock lazily, content with watching Atsumu absolutely wreck your body. “you do know everyone is in their twenties, right?”
they are???
“i’m not even in the anime...” Meian drawls, stepping out of his pants and underwear, horse cock springing free. your eyes widen at the sheer length and size of him. “...perhaps i’ll convince you otherwise.”
“you- you can’t,” you gasp, “i’ll break. you’ll break me!”
next to you, Bokuto slaps his dripping cock against your cheek, grinning toothily. “someone has to put you in your place.”
Hinata does the same on the other side and soon, your cheeks are squished between two massive cocks. Atsumu finishes inside you with a groan before pulling out, clapping Meian on the shoulder when he replaces the blonde, shoving into you so roughly you moan, the burning stretch bringing tears to your eyes.
“i’m a fictional character,” Hinata coos, pressing his cock against your cheek harder, forcing your lips to pucker. Bokuto repeats the motion and they grin at each other, at the state of your sweaty face and expression twisted with pleasure. “what are you?”
“a-an idiot sandwich,” you choke out, blubbering loudly. “i’m an idiot sandwich!”
“damn straight,” Bokuto says proudly, and slaps your face again with his twenty inch dick. “now what do you say? poor, sweet tumblr user inarizahki, an actually productive member of society, just minding her own business and fantasizing about getting dicked down by Kita Shinsuke (27), rice farmer.”
“the audacity of you to annoy her while she’s busy,” Sakusa sneers, fisting his cock faster.
“i-i’m sorry,” you sob. Meian’s hands tighten around your hips, cock is splitting you open so much you don’t even know up from down anymore. “i’m sorry, please forgive me! i’m stupid, i didn’t have anything better to do!”
“and?”
“i was wrong!” you whimper loudly, “i was wrong for going after content creators without doing my research. i was wrong for not being able to separate fiction from fact! i was wrong for carelessly throwing the word pedo around when real pedos exist!”
“good,” Sakusa says and you realize he’s kneeling next to your body now, cock nudging your hand. your fingers curl around his thick girth obediently. Bokuto and Hinata shove their monster cocks into your mouth at the same time, choking you. spit dribbles down the side of your mouth.
Hi sunny mafia kits would make you ride his thigh during a meeting bye sunny
he would i’ve met him i would know 😌
warnings: 18+, minors dni, exhibitionism
you press your forehead against the junction where the Kita’s neck meets his shoulder, your lips parting and breaths coming out in soft pants against his skin. your fingers dig into his shoulders as you rock back and forth on his muscled thigh, searching desperately for more friction.
this feels wrong. this is wrong. the uncharacteristic silence in Kita’s office, normally broken by the twins’ bickering, is a sign of that. they’re quiet now, trying to look anywhere but at you. Aran’s face is turned up towards the ceiling, Osamu’s looking off to the side in the opposite direction, Suna’s staring straight ahead, and Atsumu...well Atsumu’s sneaking some not-so-subtle peeks at the sight of you writhing on his boss’s lap.
Atsumu’s also saying something, trying his best to continue unperturbed with his report, but his voice is halting, particularly when a high-pitched whimper inadvertently slips out of you. Kita’s got one arm wrapped around your waist so whenever that does happen, he gives your hip a squeeze and turns his face towards yours to shush you.
one of your hands clutches at Kita’s chest, wrinkling the expensive, white dress shirt under his suit jacket. your thighs tremble, flexing and quivering as you grind down on Kita’s left thigh, clit rubbing against him. you can feel your leaking cunt making a mess in your panties; you’re not finished yet, the coil in your stomach is so tight it’s uncomfortable, but you just know you’re going to leave a stain on his pants leg if you stay on him any longer. knees sinking into the seat, you try to raise yourself, but the motion only invites trouble. before you can swing a leg off Kita, the arm around your waist tightens like a vice, forcing you to drop back down. a sound of surprise bursts from you at that.
the room falls silent again when Kita slowly turns his head toward you.
“did i say you could stop?”
Kita’s dark eyes, piercing and unflinching, bear into yours. his voice is low but it carries. there’s no doubt that all his men could hear what he just said. heat floods into your cheeks and your pussy clenches down on nothing. your voice comes out in a breathy whine, “S-Shinsuke-”
“continue.” his nose trails up your neck, lips hovering by your ear. a thumb dips under your shirt to rub comfortingly against your hip. this time his voice is quiet enough so only you can hear, “be a good girl and i’ll give you what you want when i’m done here, alright?”
your breath hitches and you nod, sliding your arms around his neck and ducking your head so you don’t have to see his men’s reactions from the corner of your eye. you’re not sure how he can look so composed, not when he’s so hard, erection straining against his pants, twitching whenever you so much as shift on his lap.
“Atsumu,” Kita raises his voice, “did i say you could stop?”
personality: I'm a quiet person who loves to observe people and how they act in certain situations. If I find them interesting or reversed, I initiate the conversation. I don't like small talk but more than willing to find a topic we can both enjoy. It can be fun or intellectual. I always love learning something new from another person.
positive traits: bright, curious, imaginative
negative traits: judgemental, perfectionist.
favorite artists: hiatus kaiytoe, alice coltrane, shiro sagisu, talking heads, a tribe called quest.
ideal type: I prefer a strong willed man who's gentle and caring.
Interests: the arts (literature, fine art, philosophy + religion, concerts) and sciences (multiverse theory, plant bio, animal bio, human anatomy).
hobbies: drawing ocs, writing fantasy and supernatural stories, japanese language learning, reading a variety of books (textbook to manga)
First of all, we are literally the same person. LIKE EVERY SINGLE DETAIL???? So specific that it’s low-key kinda creepy
I match you with Iwaizumi Hajime.
Iwaizumi is really reserved, always with a need to observe his surrounding before acting. He sees no reward in being loud and obnoxious; or presenting his worth through outward expression. This also leads him to hate small talk, seeing no value in a fruitless conversation about the weather or current affairs in the news with the intention of developing a shallow relationship with a potential acquaintance. This similarity is what initially would bring you together, sparking a mutual conversation about all the nuisances you experience on a daily, slowly developing a realisation that you have more in common that you would of thought.
He’s instantly attracted to your curiosity in the little nuances of human expression, and how bright and imaginative you are in things that interest you. He would love listening to any of your ideas, contributing his own thoughts or arguing with any conflict of opinion. Together, you would learn new things and evaluate perspectives that have been foreign to you, developing your wider knowledge on the subjects at hand.
Iwaizumi is always gentle with you, treating you so delicately, with uttermost care. Always making sure you’re okay, paying close attention to your mannerisms so that he can always tell what you’re feeling without you having to indicate it. All he wants to do is make you happy, and you can see that with the way his expression instantly softens whenever he sees you.
Sorry it took so long I’ve been busy lately, but I hope you like it!
you don’t know if the types of films you make can even be considered to have plots, but if they do, this is not usually one you look forward to. because you’re not a blushing virgin by any means, far from it, and so having to play the part of one is both cringeworthy and boring.
but you just might have to rethink all your preconceptions.
because today is not going to be cringeworthy or boring by any means. not when your co-star is him.
Matsukawa Issei.
the man who dominates every site’s trending page each time a new work of his is released.
the man notorious for making his co-stars cry because of his size.
the man who really is making you tear up right now just from the fat head of his cock stretching your entrance open.
“just the tip, ‘kay?” Matsukawa drawls out his line as he pushes your knees farther apart with his. “s’not sex if it’s just the tip.”
your hand looks tiny pressed against his broad chest. it’s like pushing against a brick wall, his firm pectoral muscles flexing under your touch. the tattoo on his chest that unfurls to his shoulder and biceps really sells the bad boy image he’s supposed to be playing right now.
and you, with your cute, flowy skirt bunched up around your waist, ripped open blouse, and the little cross dangling from a gold chain around your neck...you look every part the innocent church girl getting ruined by the not-so-boy-next-door.
“o-oh...” you shudder, looking down at where he’s just barely piercing you. your breath hitches in your throat and you swipe the back of your hand across your wet eyes, smearing your mascara on purpose in the process, “t-then...just a little...”
Matsukawa smirks.
and then in one brutal thrust, he sheathes his entire cock inside you, ripping a scream out of you. tears leak out of your eyes and down your temples, spit pooling in the corners of your mouth, whimpers rising from you at the hot, burning feeling of his fat cock throbbing inside you, and you can see the cameraman assigned to you zoom in on your expression. it’s the selling point of his videos, but until now, you thought it was all just pretend.
“that’s not...!” you throw your head back when he doesn’t give you any time to adjust and thrusts forward again. your thighs are trembling around his hips, spread so wide for his big frame. “nnn- t-too big- p-pull out!”
“can’t do that, doll,” Matsukawa groans, dropping his head, feeling the way your tight walls are sucking him in, the way his cock fits so snugly inside you. he huffs out a laugh, “you’re not exactly letting me go either. greedy little pussy.”
he rolls his hips and your cheeks heat up at the lewd squelches of his cock spearing your cunt open. there’s no doubt that every sound is being picked up by the shotgun mics, from your whimpers and moans to his grunts to the slap of his balls against your ass when he finally starts moving.
“look at that,” Matsukawa coos in your ear, “not as good and pure as everyone thinks you are, hm?”
he catches the gold cross on your necklace between his teeth and lifts his head again, smirking down at you, not even skipping a beat with every stroke of his cock. your fingers dig into his shoulders, forming crescent-shaped indents in his skin, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you’re not acting anymore, not with the way his cock is pummeling your insides, reaching so deep inside you like its trying to carve the shape of itself into your pussy.
"ah- please- nngh- please, i’ll be good, just- g-gentl- be gentler!”
Matsukawa just chuckles and shifts, balancing himself on one hand, hiking up one of your knees on his hip with the other, changing the angle of his thrusts to fuck you deeper, harder, faster.
the heat in you builds, coils tighter and tighter until you’re writhing under him, shaking your head and whining.
you really just can’t take it anymore, and—
“cut!”
the director claps his hands and a mixture of relief and frustration bursts inside you at that.
“that was great, guys, stay right there. next angle, everyone.”
the cock inside you stills, though Matsukawa doesn’t tear his gaze off you. off the sweaty, crumpled expression on your face. it makes you a little self-conscious and so you avert your eyes, choosing to turn your head so you can watch Seijoh’s film crew fussing around with equipment, moving into place for the next angle.
your co-star doesn’t let your attention drift though. he lets go of the cross between his teeth, and it drops back down onto your chest.
“you make really nice sounds. hot as fuck.”
your cheeks burn at the...compliment? glancing back at him out of the corner of your eye, you see his lips curl up into a crude smirk.
he looks down between your legs, at the puffy lips stretched obscenely wide around the base of his length. “got a really nice pussy too.”
“oh my god,” you finally cover your face with your hands, “don’t say that.”
“even better than the rumors.”
“r-rumors?” your hands slip off your face.
“oh yeah. the boys here are all having a fit that i got you first. they wanted to watch you in action too, you know? but boss wouldn’t let them in. you can rest assured they will be watching when this comes out though.”
“oh my god.”
he just laughs, corners of his eyes crinkling.
at the sight of that...you have to admit that Matsukawa Issei is really...really fucking hot. it’s unconscious, the way your cunt flutters at that, but he must feel it because the laugh dies in his throat and his smirk widens.
Matsukawa shifts and props his head up on one hand, looking down at you with hooded eyes. his other hand slides up your torso to cup a breast. “wanna go back to my place after this?”
blinking at him, you chew on the inside of your cheek. that...goes against every rule in your book but somehow, you don’t find yourself minding at all. “i...why?”
he shrugs, absently groping your tit, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, paying no mind to the way you flinch and arch your back under him. “like i said, you’ve got a nice pussy and, well, without these fucking cameras around...”
“...i wanna see how long you can really last. before breaking, i mean.”
Kita holding his week-old child in his arms late at night, walking up and down the house as he attempts to get the little one to sleep...
i don’t know much about babies only that i would like to have kita’s pls n thank you
the spot next to you is warm when you roll over, hand falling to rest on the mattress.
warm but empty.
you crack open an eye, frowning at the rumpled pillow and sheets and the husband-shaped absence on them. Kita’s nowhere to be seen. the crib next to your bed is empty too. sitting up, you blink blearily at the door, which is ajar just enough for a dim light to filter through the crack.
when you step out into the hallway, thin coverlet draped over your shoulders, you can hear something from a distance away—a voice perhaps—but can’t quite make it out, so you follow the sound of it.
rounding the corner, you see Kita standing in the living room, his back turned towards you. he’s dressed in checkered pajamas and a white t-shirt, tanned arms on display under the light of the living room. his hair’s a little disheveled from his sleep, a tuft of gray and black near the nape of his neck sticking up. the sight is adorable, a far cry different from his usual, well-groomed and composed look.
Kita’s facing the window, gazing out at the stars blooming across the sky and the moon casting a breathtaking glow over the fields.
a lump rises in your throat—damn these hormones—when you see something far more adorable than him: your daughter all bundled up, cradled carefully in Kita’s arms like there’s nothing in the world more precious. his hand, rough and calloused from unending days of hard labor, looks so gentle under the baby’s small head, thumb stroking her cheek where it rests in the crook of his elbow.
she sniffles, settling down from the cry that must have woken Kita up.
“you came out just perfect.”
you widen your eyes when you realize Kita’s speaking...to her. his voice is low and soothing and your heart just melts. he hunches his shoulders so he can lower his head to press his lips gently against his daughter’s forehead, closing his eyes and murmuring, “perfect...just like your mother. gonna grow up to be just as pretty too. i know.”
you bite your lip to suppress the overwhelming warmth that swells in your chest.
Kita shifts on his feet, pacing slowly back and forth in front of the window, and at this angle you can see the way he looks at her, like he can’t quite believe he’s the one who helped make her.
“you’re gonna grow up so loved, y’know that? granny’s over the moon.” Kita smiles, and it’s so soft and pure and you’ve never been so in love. whatever had disturbed your daughter from her sleep is gone now as she gurgles happily. you wrap the coverlet tighter around you, smiling at the sight before you. “she's been waitin’ a long time to meet you.”
you look down, fondly remembering the sheer joy on his grandmother’s face when the two of you had announced you were expecting. she’d started knitting baby clothes on the exact same day, declaring proudly that her great-grandchild should have only the best.
“you got four uncles who’re gonna spoil you rotten.” Kita’s voice is a little firmer now, a tinge of amused disapproval to it. “Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna. that’s them. hope you like volleyball cause if you don’t...think you just might break their poor hearts.”
oh, you know for a fact someone’s heart is going to be broken. none of the other boys have kids yet. it’s going to be a bloodbath—especially with the twins—for who your baby picks as her favorite. personally, you have your money on Aran, but Atsumu's quite the charmer and certainly not to be underestimated.
Kita pauses by the glass again, gazing out over the rolling fields. there’s hesitation on his face now, a flash of uncertainty that you’ve rarely seen before. but then it’s gone, replaced by a steady determination, one you’ve seen countless times before. one that you fell head over heels for.
“i don’t know much about bein’ a dad but..” he looks back down at his daughter, who’s now fast asleep, snuggled against his chest comfortably. “i’ll do my best.”
you unfold your arms, and Kita must hear the rustling of your clothes because he turns to look at you, mild surprise dancing in his eyes. the tips of his ears turn a little pink.
“ah...did i wake you?”
you ignore his question and just shake your head, beaming at him.
carefully stepping closer, so as to not disturb your daughter from her peaceful slumber, you slide your arms around his waist from behind, propping your chin up on his shoulder and peeking over it to see her little figure held in his arms.
this...this is everything you wished for and more.
you peck him on the cheek and draw back so you can look into his eyes. the same eyes that your daughter has.
Details: what if you got to wake up next to these tbh. not a fic, just thirst pics.
With: Akaashi, Aone, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Kenma, Kita, Kuroo, Atsumu, Osamu, Oikawa, Sakusa, Daichi, Semi, Tanaka, Tendou, Tsukishima, Ushijima
Warnings: shirtless pics + tons of abs
A/N: click here for the back version i’m a hoe don’t @ me
Details: they give you a hold w these 🥺 not a fic, just thirst pics.
With: Akaashi, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Kenma, Kita, Kuroo, Atsumu, Osamu, Oikawa, Sakusa, Daichi, Semi, Tendou, Tsukishima, Ushijima
Warnings: hands if they make you uncomfortable ksjdksh
A/N: pls i’m touch starved
Which hq boys would absolutely lose their mind when they see you creaming on their cock? Like who would have to pull out for a sec to not cum, or who would go apeshit bc it turns them on so much? 😀
— HINATA SHOUYOU; the sight of your tight little hole fluttering around his thick cock drives him crazy, and he can’t help but keep fucking into you to watch how your puffy pussy lips are split open again and again, and how they leave a sheen of white over his shaft. he wants to drag it out longer but your pussy feels too good and he cums with a stream of obscenities spilling from his mouth, buries his face in your neck when he unintentionally cums again from his shallow thrusts
— IWAIZUMI HAJIME; fucks you all the harder when he sees your eyes roll back and your jaw go slack. wants to cum with you, so he’ll drop down onto his elbows and rut into you like an animal, snarling in your ear about how pretty you are like this under him, all helpless for his cock, how he just wants to fuck you all night, break you, but he can’t because this pretty little cunt belongs to him and he has to take good care of it
— BOKUTO KOUTAROU; when you’re seated on top of him, body shuddering as you cream all over him, tits bouncing so prettily, that’s when he has to flip you over and pull out halfway to control himself. he always looks so proud of you for taking such a fat cock, reaches a hand down to rub your clit even though you’re oversensitive and sobbing, but you don’t push him away because he’s whining so needily for you to show him just how good he makes you feel
— KAGEYAMA TOBIO; he doesn’t expect to lose his mind but when he sees your back arch and feels your walls spasm around the base of his cock, making a sticky white mess all over his shaft, he just can’t help but dig his fingers into the flesh of your hips and slam back into you, hips slapping against yours at an increasingly unsteady pace. uses degradation to cover up how turned on he is, biting out through gritted teeth about how slutty you are to be cumming all over his cock like this
— MATSUKAWA ISSEI; he loves it when you cum before him, gets so smug about it. he’ll slow down not to stop himself from cumming but so he can watch you, watch the way you squeal and writhe on his cock like a hungry whore. once you’re finished, it’s his turn, and the way you’re all limp and boneless while recovering from your high means you’re just the perfect little fleshlight for him to use
Look Yh, I don’t simp for issei bc he just stands there with his eyebrows but LOOK AT THIS. do I like objectifying myself ? Am I a living flesh light ? I think I am 😐
won’t, got u on, life, lost control, two up, take it back, these nights, rose petals
swim - chase atlantic
the walls, church, moonlight, into it, slow down, friends, heaven and back, slide
toxic - sayge
control - shaker
easier, in the dark, let me go, next
hopeless - always never
canadian dubai, millions, wylin, know this
22hrs - teflon sega
damage, demons on the side of my bed
personal - plaza
get even, love you again
don’t play - ozzie
waterfalls - lvndvn
hills - ivish & mark veins
drive you insane - daniel di angelo
lose face
is this the life I chose - aaryan shah
mania, ruins, better alone, renegade
thelema - ofdream
first woe
suffer with me - líue
700 main street - dat adam
go fuck yourself - two feet
idfc - blackbear
i got a bit too carried away :0 and idc what anyone says, tendō and suna have the same exact music taste, and would get along so well. but i think tendō’s drifts into more of the “electric” type sounds. anyways yes I know I have good music taste thank you.
Hello! I'm new here, but I was hoping I could have a matchup? It would be for a male and Haikyuu 😍
Personality: I'm an over thinker, everything I say or do is thought about very deeply. However, I also feel very deeply so it's not uncommon to be a little dramatic at times. I don't always know how I'm feeling but I try to see everyone's sides and sometimes that puts me in a tough spot. Usually leading me to neglect myself for other people...its this whole annoying thing. I like to laugh and make jokes, and overall have a good time with friends and family!! My MBTI is INFJ.
2 Good Qualities: Hmmm I'm kind, and loyal; physically I have really pretty curly hair aaaannnddd I got some great legs 😏
2 bad qualities: Impatient and can be pretty bossy (I get so tunnel visioned I tend to force things instead of letting them happen naturally)
Relationship: Damn I just want someone to like me lolol, uh but really someone who is observant, genuine, and knows how to have fun. The kind of relationship that is challenging, and ever growing but the love and affection are always there. I like when people push me to my limits, sometimes its harsh but if they say it with genuine care and intention for my future I will love and appreciate them more in the long run. Communication is key.
Thanks so much! <3
I match you with Sugawara Koushi.
Suga is very intuitive when it comes to emotions, party due to the fact that he likes observing everyone around him (being a bench warmer does have its perks I guess :,). If you don’t know what you’re feeling, then he’d probably be that push to help you come to a conclusion and reassure yourself of your own values (just like he does with his teammates). He loves hearing out all of the sides too, always trying to be fair, so he knows exactly how you feel in those situations. And if you think that he’d let you neglect yourself for other people, you’re deeply mistaken. He would always encourage you to think of yourself first, (even though he’s being hypocritical because we all know he would put you first without a hesitation), pushing you to evaluate perspectives that you haven’t considered yet, and in general would re-establish your understanding of what opinions you hold close.
He would also turn your overthinking habits into a small challenge for himself, making sure you never doubt your relationship with him; constantly reassuring how much he loves and needs you, with both words and outward actions. None of your moods are “over dramatic” to him, he appreciates every one of your emotions and how thoughtful you are.
His optimistic personality most definitely knows how to have fun. He’s so light hearted, always up for a spontaneous endeavour and little rendezvous. Little coffee dates in niche cafes would become a classic, it’s just so calming and bonding. But he would be your partner in crime in anything, really. Want to go to an amusement park? He’s already packing his bags for a whole day trip. You wanna go camping? He’s half a mile down the street at the nearest camping gear facility. His attention is always on you, with a desire to make you happy. And you can bet that he will appreciate those legs and curly hair of yours, always complimenting you of how pretty they are, (he would also not be able to keep his hands off them).
janainaart
turnnoffyourmind
vaporwave
baratheonpilled
snowghoul
yousharknotpass
romaincrisis
