#barking.yamaguchi

[ukeishin]

— THEY HAVE SENSITIVE THIGHS

- note: i am a whore and i love thighs. chomp.

- ft. yamaguchi tadashi & sakusa kiyoomi

- warning: very suggestive. nsfw. appreciation for nice thighs.

- tagging: @tetsukei because she planted the idea of yam’s thighs into my brain

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- t. yamaguchi

❧ blushy baby!!

❧ yamaguchi goes beet-red when you drag the pads of your fingertips across the tops of his thighs.

❧ he gets so shy about how sensitive he is, it’s so sweet.

❧ makes you wanna ruin him.

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yamaguchi sits ramrod straight as your head lies in his lap. he attempts to ignore how you’re mindlessly tracing random shapes into the bare skin of his thighs and instead focus on the movie you’re watching. he knows it’s a movie you’ve been dying to see ever since it came out on netflix, but yamaguchi has absolutely no clue what’s happening right now.

heat floods his cheeks and his grip on the bowl of popcorn you’re sharing tightens until his knuckles go white.

“dashi?” you call out to him. “you okay?” he tilts his head down, meeting your concerned gaze. your movements haven’t ceased, the feather-light touch of your fingers against his skin has yamaguchi swallowing the sudden lump forming in his throat.

“e-everything’s fine,” he squeaks out, face darkening to a lovely red hue as he miserably fails to convince you that nothing is amiss. he places the bowl down on the table in front of you and shifts his legs the slightest bit to alleviate the tension he’s feeling. you lift your head, allowing him to move around before placing your head down once more.

“you’re blushing ‘dashi,” you comment. he stiffens as you state the obvious. you sit up, settling beside yamaguchi who looks like he’s already nearing his breaking point. his hands are balled into fists, resting at his side as he avoids your heated gaze, hoping that he can somehow think of a reasonable excuse as to why he looks like he’s about to explode. you lean in until your lips ghost against the shell of yamaguchi’s ear and drag the blunt edges of your nails along his thighs, nearing the bottom hem of his shorts. “you’re sensitive, aren’t you?” you say it as if it’s a fact rather than a question. you already know the answer, looking down to see the outline of yamaguchi’s half-hard dick through the material of his athletic shorts.

“y-yeah,” he admits, in a sweet, shy tone that makes you want to eat him up right then and there. yamaguchi’s startled when you begin to slink to the ground, settling in the space in between his open legs. there’s a dangerous gleam in your eyes as you spread yamaguchi’s legs open further for you.

“mhm, don’t be shy about it ‘dashi,” you hum, smoothing your hands over the expanse of his thighs, causing a hitch in his breath. “i think it’s hot,” you breathe out against yamaguchi’s skin. your hands are relentless in their exploration of his thighs, dipping underneath the bottoms of his shorts. you look up at yamaguchi, your heated gaze pinning him to his spot. he quietly moans when you nip at his thigh, eliciting a large grin from you.

“let me take care of you baby.”

- k. sakusa

❧ sakusa doesn’t acknowledge how sensitive his thighs are.

❧ doesn’t think it’s important.

❧ will deny their sensitivity if you comment on it.

❧ the pretty noises he makes says otherwise.

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“s-shit.”

you tilt your chin, resting your head against sakusa’s bare thigh, and look up at your boyfriend from the space you’ve carved out for yourself in between his legs.

“what was that omi?” you bat your eyelashes at him, eyebrows knitting together in faux concern. the twitching of the corners of your lips assures sakusa that you’re toying with him right now. his thigh flexes instinctively as you trace deliberate circles into the thigh you’re not laying your head on. you don’t bother to hide your grin anymore, reveling in the feeling of sakusa straining underneath your touch.

“nothing,” he grits out between his teeth. he’s not going to admit to you how sensitive his thighs are, knowing how much you’d fucking tease him with that knowledge. instead, he tugs at your hair, placing a hand on the back of your head and guiding you closer to his clothed cock.

you break away from his touch, wrapping a loose hand around his wrist and moving it off to rest near his side. “i don’t think that was nothing, omi,” you say with a teasing lilt in your voice. your eyes swim with mischief as you smile just enough to reveal the sharp edges of your teeth. you dig and drag your nails into the pale flesh of sakusa’s thigh, provoking a repressed grunt from him. “that certainly doesn’t sound like nothing, does it?” you cease the movement of your hands, granting sakusa a momentary reprieve. it’s short-lived as you replace the blunt edges of your nails with the plushness of your lips, mouthing at his thighs, nipping and soothing reddened skin with a swirl of your tongue.

sakusa doesn’t bother to repress his groans any longer and threads his fingers into your hair, tugging you closer to him. this time, you allow him to as you continue to mark his previously unblemished skin, staining it with splotches of red. he feels the reverberations echo throughout his body as you hum and press kisses along his inner thighs.

sakusa scoffs when you say, “sound so pretty, omi,” while licking a fat strip along the curves of his flexed thighs.

your expression is dripping with lust as you murmur “gonna look even prettier when i’m done with you.”

[ukeishin]

💌 - karasuno + hands

— note: i have a problem. <3 some of these are h word some are not.

— ft. karasuno excluding narita & kinoshita

— warning: cursing. nsfw. contains mentions of choking, dacryphilia(?), over-stimulation, fingering, finger sucking, daddy kink.

— k. tsukishima

❧ he has big hands and long lithe fingers.

❧ he wraps his fingers together with athletic tape whenever he plays volleyball.

❧ his fingers are mhmm a crime tbh. they’re long and skinny. his knuckles are super prominent and his hands are just kind of bony as a whole. 

❧ and he knows how to use them. 

❧ tsukki crooks his fingers at just the right angle so that they barely graze against your g-spot. he knows exactly what he’s doing when you attempt to grind down further on his fingers, whining for him. you’re on the verge of tears, frustrated with how close you are, but it’s just not enough stimulation for you to get off. he wants to hear you beg him to let you cum and once he’s had his fun teasing you, tsukishima’s fingers speed up, hitting your g-spot with pinpoint accuracy until you’re gushing around him. his fingers don’t stop moving even after you cum. tsukishima won’t be content until you’re crying from the overstimulation.

— t. yamaguchi

❧ my sweet boy. his hands are normally soft.

❧ they’re bigger than average, but not overly-so.

❧ they can get kind of clammy because he gets so nervous sometimes. you can tell they’re getting clammy when he begins to wipe them onto his pants every few seconds. he gets embarrassed by it which just makes it worse.

❧ he’ll get blushy if you make him compare hand sizes with you. you already know his hand dwarfs your own, but you live for the way his ears turn red when you comment on the size difference and just how big they are.

❧ yams is so cute, he’ll interlace your fingers together while he’s fucking your brains out.

❧ you’re just a mess below him, babbling about how it feels so good and how you love him so much as he continues to thrust into you. he loves when you turn stupid from his cock, thinks it’s adorable, truly. he dips his head to press a wet kiss into your neck as his hand tangles with yours.

— s. hinata

❧ it’s not unusual to see his hands bruised up with small cuts littering the backside of them. when you ask about why they’re bruised, he sheepishly tells you about how it’s from hitting the ball hard one too many times. you’re just happy he didn’t get hit in the face again. he has no clue how his hands got cut up though, he’s so clueless sometimes.

❧ you lecture him while wrapping small little bandages on the cuts so they don’t get infected.

❧ his hands always find their way to yours. it’s not something he’s even conscious of. he’ll be talking to someone and his hands will just search around until he can lace his fingers with yours. 

— t. kageyama

❧ kags has really nice hands.

❧ i don’t think he’s aware of just how nice they are. he takes super good care of them and just thinks that everybody else does the same. 

❧ his hands are medium-sized and his hands almost look dainty? in a way. they’re pretty, but it’s evident how strong they are when you watch him set.

❧ he moisturizes them often, but the pads of his fingertips tend to be a lil rough.

❧ he’s adorable !!!! he’s so stiff and awkward when he holds your hand. it takes him forever to relax into it.

— y. nishinoya

❧ similar to hinata, noya’s hands are quite frankly, a mess. splotches of deep purple splattered across the back of his hands.

❧ he doesn’t take care of them at all. noya’s mind moves so fast that he doesn’t really realize how bruised up his hands are until you bring it to his attention.

❧ his hands are so small, it’s adorable. it doesn’t bother him at all, he takes pride in every part of him, including his cute lil hands.

— s. daichi

❧ his hands are rough and heavily calloused.

❧ his hands are big and his fingers are thick.

❧ daichi is well-aware of how much you love his hands. even if you don’t voice it, he notices the way your eyes linger on them when he’s fiddling with a pen while filing out paperwork or drumming them against his desk as he works.

❧ awh he thinks it’s so cute how you shiver and let out a quiet moan for daddy when he kneads the soft flesh of your ass with his hands. he loves the contrast of how rough his hands are and how soft your skin is. thinks the way that the skin blooms red beneath him when he spanks you is oh so pretty.

— k. sugawara

❧ mhm fuck. suga’s hands are an actual crime. they’re not too big, but definitely not small. a perfect in between.

❧ he doesn’t do too much to take care of them, but he does enough.

❧ his hands aren’t quite as rough. his hands are so pretty, bordering on the side of dainty.

❧ his fingers are slim and slender.

❧ he knows how much you like his hands. you’re always telling him “koushi, your hands are so pretty, baby.”

❧ he wears a few rings - all gifted from you. a set of simple thin gold bands, nothing too flashy.

❧ when you’re good for him, he’ll reward you by letting you taste yourself on his fingers. he’s sweet like that and nothing gets the blood rushing to his cock faster than you wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking on them as if it’s his dick in your mouth instead.

— a. asahi

❧ obviously his hands are big and his fingers are thick. they’re really warm too.

❧ they probably get clammy when he gets really nervous.

❧ he’s hyper aware of his size in general so he’s very cautious and gentle when he places his hands on your hips and runs them slowly up and down your side. he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you in any way. 

— c. ennoshita

❧ his hands are firm.

❧ ennoshita is never rough with his hands but not gentle either. his movements are self-assured, his hands remain steady and unrelenting when he wraps them around your pretty marked up throat. he knows your limits well and never pushes too far past them. his hands are familiar with the contours of your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your mind hazy with lust where the only thing you’re able to focus on is ennoshita’s grip on you.

— r. tanaka

❧ his hands are rough - pronounced callouses line his palm. his hands are also dry because he doesn’t believe there’s a need for hand lotion.

❧ his hands are abnormally warm. you think it’s because he’s constantly waving them around wildly as he and noya scheme.

❧ his hands are bare besides for the small minimalist tattoos he has on the back of his hands. he got them as a result of a bet, but they suit him well.

❧ his hands are always wandering. he just wants to be touching you at every moment and he doesn’t care where you two are. typically, his hands are on your ass no matter how often you swat them away.

— k. ukai

❧ keishin’s hands are large and worn. the contours of his palm are deep.

❧ he has a few prominent veins running along the backside of his palm even when he’s not flexing them. when he does flex them, whether it’s because he’s lifting boxes in the store or gripping at his clipboard too hard coaching, the veins become much more pronounced.

❧ there’s always a cigarette resting in between his index and middle finger. 

❧ keishin’s hands are domineering, expecting you to bend to his will. you easily become pliant against him when he plays with your pretty lil pussy like he owns it. a cigarette in one hand while the other runs up and down your folds, collecting enough slick to rub against your clit causing you to moan for daddy’s cock.

— i. takeda

❧ takeda’s hands are covered in either chalk dust or pen ink from grading papers.

❧ his hands are so dry, please buy him some hand cream, he needs it desperately. he’s so cute, if you do give him some, he’ll carry it around with him and try to remember to use it, but he gets so caught with other things that he often forget, whoops.

❧ he’s just so cute, his movements get so nervous once he thinks his pump up speech for the team wasn’t as good as he thought it was.

❧ his hands dart every once in awhile to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose to keep them from falling off.

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