Hii! Congrats on 200 bub! I love your event btw <3
Character
Sakusa
Body Part
Butt
Time
11:00 PM (at night)
Spice Level
Spicy please
Thank you!
—sakusa + booty + 11:00pm
++ warnings: smut (18+), booty-obsessed omi hitting it from the back, cumshot, one single spank // wc: 664
sakusa can’t stand how much he loves your ass.
it’s filthy, really—the way his obsession takes over the moment he sees you in a pair of tight leggings, or a fitted miniskirt, or, god forbid, a bathing suit. his cock swells just thinking about how it would feel in his hands, how it would taste in his mouth, the way it moves when you walk, when you dance, when you climb stairs—just about anything could set him off at this point, filling his brain with vile thoughts that he can’t ignore no matter how hard he tries.
he adores the way the pillowy flesh gives when he finally digs his fingers into a handful of your asscheek—how soft and smooth it feels against his palms, your sweet sounds of surprise and pleasure as he kneads the fatty globes, spreading them apart and catching a glimpse of your cute little cunt from the back.
and of course, he loves it the most when you’re face-down-ass-up in front of him, wiggling your plump haunches and exposed cunt at him desperately, practically begging for him to slide his leaking cock past your folds and fuck you until you can’t move.
“please, omi,” you whine pitifully. he’s been toying with you for a while now, taking his time as he massages your asscheeks, marking them up with his mouth and occasionally teasing your leaking hole with his tongue.
“needy little thing, aren’t you?” the silken voice behind you muses. craving the taste of your skin, he drags his lips and tongue over the curve of your ass, pinching the pliant flesh between his teeth. a powerful hand comes down on your other cheek, and you yelp at the sting. the way the fat jiggles from the impact makes sakusa’s reddened cock twitch with anticipation.
unable to resist much longer, he straightens himself up and grabs a handful of ass, while his other hand aligns his cock with your entrance. you instinctively try to press towards him, desperate to be filled, but the athlete holds your hips in place as he continues to tease you, dragging the tip up and down your drooling slit and making you keen with frustration as he relishes the sight.
you both groan when he finally slides himself in. you arch into the stretch, savoring the feeling of being filled up while kiyoomi stares entranced at the way his cock disappears between your asscheeks, kneading them with his hands as your eager cunt sucks him in.
he starts off slow, allowing you time to adjust to his considerable size. once you’re ready, though, he doesn’t hold back from plowing into you, bouncing your ass on his cock while you mewl uncontrollably into the sheets. his dark eyes are fixed on the way your fleshy cheeks ripple with each smack of his hips against yours, the sight alone pushing him closer to the edge by the second.
“ahh—f-fuck, omi—“ you can hardly form words through your breathless whimpers, the angle of his cock perfectly hitting your g-spot as it drives in and out of your messy hole. your hands grip the sheets like your life depends on it, and maybe it does—your mind is too clouded with pleasure to tell the difference.
your vision is already blurry with tears by the time you cum, everything turning to white as you cry out your lover’s name with reckless abandon. your debauched moans and the squeeze of your cunt around his cock quickly sends kiyoomi over the edge as well, pulling out just in time to shoot his warm release onto your bare skin.
sakusa’s absolute favorite thing about your ass is getting to see it painted with the thick ropes of his cum, dripping down onto your drenched, quivering pussy as your hips twitch feebly in the aftershocks of your high.
for someone so obsessed with cleanliness, he sure loves making a mess out of you.
Hey uhhhh if you’re still taking requests? Kita, hands, 11pm? Maybe with some impact play if you’re comfortable? 🥺
i was nervous at first since this is my first attempt at writing impact play, but i learned that if u trust n believe in the power of kita smacking ur ass full force then anything is possible <3 tagging @karasimpno as well, my fav kita fucker <33
—kita + hands + 11:00pm
++ warnings: smut (18+), impact play (spanking), soft but strict dom!kita // wc: 363
“again.”
heeding your request, kita brings his hand down hard on your rosy asscheek with a resounding smack. your body jolts at the impact, a small cry escaping your lips. though tears well in the corner of your eyes, your skin tingles as the aftershocks of pain dissolve into pleasure, breathing ragged but steady.
kita would never hurt you. not unless you asked him to.
“you’re doing so good, baby,” he murmurs gently from behind you, rubbing his palm over the reddened area to soothe the sting, “ready for my cock now?”
“mhm,” you whimper into the sheets, nodding fervently. your pussy clenches with excitement, dripping wet and hungry to be filled. another loud smack comes down, and a sharp intake of breath enters your lungs, followed by a choked cry.
“use your words,” he commands sternly. you whine some more in a jumble of frustration, pain, and arousal, earning another hard smack.
“yes,” you answer more quickly this time, voice raspy and worn out from crying, “ yes, i’m ready for your cock.” another smack.
“manners,” kita chides darkly, sinking his fingers into the pliant flesh where his hand just came down.
you can already feel your slick beginning to drip down the backs of your thighs as blood rushes to your abused asscheeks, burning with the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. your hole clenches desperately around nothing, the throbbing emptiness in your cunt almost more painful than the spanks you’ve endured.
“please,” you plead breathily, “please, gimme your cock, please—“
your mindless babble is cut short by the feeling of kita’s cockhead pushing its way past your entrance, the stretch alone enough to make you keen as he fills you up with his thick length. he moves slowly, patiently, giving you time to adjust before he bottoms out with a strained groan, stilling to a halt as the tip of his cock just barely kisses your cervix.
your hips, already rocking against him desperately in search of some friction, are interrupted by yet another smack that makes your body lurch and your pussy flutter around his cock. the voice behind you is nearly a growl.
(Also I'm confirming that I'm 20+ so you won't feel uncomfortable writing it!)
eeeee thank you for this request nonnie !! & thanks for confirming ur age, i do appreciate it <3 hope u enjoy !
ima also tag queen suga fucker miss @heauxzenji bc it would be wrong of me not to ;)
—suga + neck + 11:00pm
++ warnings: smut (18+), reader is blindfolded + handcuffed, fingering (coochi AND mouth!), slight overstimulation // wc: 497
warm breath ghosts over the side of your neck, eliciting a shuddered sigh from your parted lips. suga's plush lips just barely graze your skin, teasing around your jugular while his delicate hands reach around to play with your exposed tits.
he’s been toying with you like this for lord knows how long. you can feel his cock tenting in his pants against your ass as you kneel in from of him, back pinned against his clothed chest & feet tucked underneath your parted thighs, completely naked except for a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs securing your wrists in front of you, and a thin lacy g-string that barely covers your aching, glistening cunt.
a sudden tug at your scalp cocks your head sharply to the side, baring even more of your neck to the silver-haired man as he grips your hair in his fist. you gasp in surprise when you feel his tongue licking a wet stripe up the vulnerable skin, all the way to your earlobe, where he begins to nibble gently. the needy sighs slipping through your lips are starting to sound more like breathy whimpers by the second, much to your lover’s satisfaction.
“koshi…” you breathe desperately as his hand finally ventures down between your legs, easily pulling aside the thin garment and exposing your dripping sex.
“hush, angel,” he coos softly against your ear. his other hand moves to press fingers into your mouth, bearing down on your tongue while he starts to play with your neglected, puffy clit. “i’m gonna take care of you, promise.”
before you know it his lips are flush against your neck, sucking marks into your skin while his deft fingers pleasure you from both ends. wanton moans fly uncontrollably from your open mouth and you feel your covered eyes begin to roll back into your head, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you with increasing strength as you careen towards your high. your hole clenches around nothing, begging for a release as his fingers speed up their ministrations, skillfully circling your clit while you gag on the ones being shoved further into your mouth.
the warm, wet sensation of suga’s tongue laving generous circles on the side of your neck is what sends you over the edge. your body shakes in his arms as you reach your bliss, your lover humming contentedly into your neck while his fingers continue their motions until you ride out your orgasm—and then some more, because he just adores seeing you twitch from the slight overstimulation.
drool runs down your chin as he removes his fingers, both hands now coated with your fluids. he brings them back to your chest, circling your nipples with the lubricated digits. you twitch at the sudden chill when the air hits your wet buds, a gasp catching in your throat, still breathless after your first orgasm. suga chuckles lightly, grazing the shell of your ear with his whispered breath:
Kuroo, hair, 6 am, medium, f!reader for drabble request 👀 congrats on 200! :)
ok this turned out so fluffy lmao i hope u don’t mind, it’s still suggestive but mostly just soft <3 ty nonnie & enjoy !
—kuroo + hair + 6:00am
++ warnings: suggestive themes, post-sex cuddling, mentions of sex but mostly just sappy tetsu // wc: 389
kuroo grimaces when he hears the sound of his alarm. he’s been awake for some time, but even so, he really, really doesn’t want to get up right now. not when you’re snuggled into his chest, still dewy and flushed and naked from the result of you both waking up extra early, still managing to find your way into each other’s arms even in your drowsy haze.
time seemed to get lost as you moved against each other, almost automatically, as if each of your bodies knew instinctively how to please the other’s. you both reached your highs in what felt like no time, but it feels like kuroo’s only just caught his breath—how is it already time for him to get ready for work?
“mmmmtetsu…” you mumble sleepily, stirring against him. kuroo quickly snoozes his alarm. five more minutes can’t hurt.
“d’you need t’get up?” you mutter, trying to force your eyes open.
“it’s fine,” he replies softly, carding his fingers through your hair, “i can stay a little longer.”
you hum contentedly at this, snuggling closer as you wrap your arms around him, entangling your legs with his. in your bleary state, all you care about is being as close to your lover as possible, to feel as much of his skin on yours as you can. you nuzzle against his bare chest, enveloping yourself in his warmth.
“i love you, tetsu.”
it’s only a half-asleep murmur, but hearing your sweet, sleepy voice say those words to him makes kuroo’s heart swell with emotion, threatening to burst. he’s always thought it was incredible just how much you can make him feel. just when he thinks his love for you can’t possibly get any bigger, you still manage to surprise him in the most extraordinarily mundane ways.
he snuggles in closer to you, making sure to turn off his alarm completely before enfolding you in his arms. he admires the way your messy locks fall onto his chest, glad to not be the only one with a bedhead for once. he places a kiss on the top of your head.
“i love you too, kitten,” he whispers into your hair. the sun is barely starting to illuminate the sky outside.
“what time d’you have to go?” you ask sleepily, eyes still closed.
Can I have a the food drabble from the event? Could you make it f!reader with either tsukki or osamu? Body part would be thighs, time of the day would be 5/6pm aka evening. And you can do it either in mild or medium!
Thank you and once again congratz!!
—osamu + thighs + 6:00pm
++ warnings: thigh-laying, cuddly reader, slight suggestive themes at the end if u squint ?? // wc: 408
“babe.”
no response.
“babe, i gotta get up to start dinner.”
still nothing. osamu sighs. “i know yer awake down there.”
“no i’m not,” you mutter, pressing your cheek further against your boyfriend’s very toned, very comfortable thigh.
“ya just talked, ya dummy,” he remarks, giving your hair a tousle, “c’mon.”
you just whine in response, wrapping your arms around his leg as you snuggle in closer. osamu clicks his tongue in exasperation.
he should’ve seen this coming, judging by how excited you were when he said you could nap on him like this, eagerly crawling into bed and nestling your head against his warm skin. but how was he supposed to resist having your precious, sleeping face smushed adorably between his legs while you use his thigh as a pillow? even as the time ticked by, osamu himself was reluctant to get up, enjoying having your hair right there for him to play with while your warm breath tickled his skin.
but now he’s getting hungry, and a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.
“fine then,” he says, reclining back against the headboard, “guess we won’t be having that pasta ya like then.”
this gets your attention. though your head doesn’t move from its position, your gleaming eyes dart up to meet his steel grey ones.
“the one with the tomato pesto?”
“yeah, but since i can’t move with you attached to my leg, guess i’ll have t’make it another—“
“ok, ok fine,” you interrupt hastily, sitting up from your cozy position, “i’m getting up, i’m getting up.” osamu snickers softly.
“i’ll put in some extra garlic just for you,” he whispers, placing a quick kiss on your temple as he gets up. your eyes gleam even brighter.
“‘samu!” you cry out affectionately, throwing your arms around his middle as he stands up from the bed. it’s hard to ignore the distinct swell in his chest as you pull him into your embrace again, causing his face to heat up.
“oi,” he complains, despite the tender look in his eyes as he gazes down on you, “it’s just pasta.”
“yeah, but,” you tilt your head up to look at him, eyes full of stars, “you’re making it for me.”
osamu’s heart nearly explodes right then and there.
“y/n,” he warns, a feverish look in his eyes as his hands trace your shoulders, “if ya keep actin’ this cute we’re really not gonna have any dinner."
Hey hey hey congrats on 200/250! Here's a drabble request for Sugawara, back, time ~9:30pm? Medium would do! (I just want to give my 2d husbando a back rub after a long day 🥺) Anyway thank you for this event and hope you have fantastic day/evening/night 🦉
—suga + back + 9:30pm
++ warnings: suggestive themes, inappropriate sounds, suga being a lil shit // wc: 453
“uggghhhhhh”
a disgruntled groan pulls your attention away from the tv to find your slumped-over husband as he trudges into the living room from his office.
“sounds like it’s going well,” you muse sarcastically, holding back a giggle at the way his hunched form makes its way towards the couch.
“i just finished,” suga mutters, flopping down dramatically next to you, “but god, at what cost?”
“didn’t realize grading elementary school papers was so exhausting,” you tease, allowing some laughter to escape as you scoot closer. he settles his head on your thigh, allowing you to card your fingers through the soft silver hair that tickles your skin.
“you have no idea,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut as he soaks in your touch, “i think my back has taken permanent damage from being hunched over that desk so long.”
“aww, honey,” you thumb his cheek affectionately, “would a massage help?”
“ugh, please.” hazel eyes snap open to gaze up at you longingly. you smile and press a quick kiss to his forehead, signaling him to sit up and face his back towards you.
your hands get to work right away, fingers smoothing out the knots at the base of his neck while your thumbs circle tense shoulder muscles through the fabric of his shirt. you can already feel his body relaxing into your touch with a heavy sigh.
“mmmmm that feels good,” he hums, “can you move down a little?”
you oblige, your fingers finding a knot just a little further down the muscle lining his shoulder blade. a loud, indecent moan escapes suga’s lips as you press into it.
“haaahh—right there,” he keens shamelessly, “nnngh yeah, fuck.”
heat starts to rise in your cheeks at the lewdness of his noises, and as you feel you heart rate beginning to accelerate, you have to wonder if he’s doing this on purpose.
“oh,” he whimpers, “that’s good—mmmnn, keep doing that.” your face is practically scorching at this point, but you try to keep your breathing under control as your fingers seek out the remaining tension in your husband’s back.
“that’s it baby—aaaaahhh,” a particularly salacious cry falls from his lips as you locate another knot, and this time a familiar throb in your core brings your movements to a halt—drawing an inquisitive look from over your lover’s shoulder.
“koshi,” you utter, sliding your hands very deliberately down his back before they settle on his waist, “are you sure you sure you don’t need a—uh, a different way to unwind?”
the expression on his face flips instantly as he catches your gist, lips curling into a shit-eating smirk as his eyes glint devilishly.
okay so I wasn't going to send anything to your event but you just rb it soo
can i pls have a duet w Kuroo in Heathers? tyy
also congrats on 100 followers!!
ANONNNN THIS REQUEST. IM SO HAPPY YOU SENT IT. when i tell u badboy!kuroo as JD lives rent-free in my mind..... this ended up so long bjhghk but i couldn’t help myself ;-; i hope you enjoy it !!!
kuroo + JD — FIGHT FOR ME; HEATHERS
“not the best group of friends you picked out there, huh?”
an unfamiliar deep voice catches you by surprise as you make your way back to your table, stopping you in your tracks in the middle of the cafeteria. you turn to find the owner of the voice slouching lazily in his chair, his all black outfit completed by the mess of black hair that sticks up from his head. half-lidded golden eyes stare up at you provocatively.
“excuse me?” you question the stranger.
“not trying to be rude or anything, i just noticed…” he trails off, casting a glance towards the table you were just on the way to.
your friends are still snickering as they chatter, likely still on the topic of who they think is the ugliest girl at school. they’d managed to narrow it down to a top 3 before you uncomfortably excused yourself, taking your empty lunch tray as an opportunity to escape the conversation. you avert your eyes from the boy, embarrassed.
“don’t worry, i can tell you’re not like that,” he says, rising to his feet with his own tray in hand. looking up, he’s much taller than his posture lets on. “just remember,” he adds with a smirk, “if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the precipitate.” he turns to leave.
“hang on—“ you protest, “don’t just make a chemistry joke and walk away, excuse me?”
he doesn’t stop, just turns his head to throw you a coy wink over his shoulder.
you can feel your face heating up slightly as he walks away, barely suppressing the smile forming on your own lips. you turn to make your way back to your table, wondering who this tall, slightly nerdy, and very handsome man could be — when a loud clatter draws your attention, along with the rest of the cafeteria.
you whip around to find the same man surrounded by two football players, both even taller and broader than he is. you immediately recognize them as the same guys who consistently harass people in the halls, making lewd comments about girls and shoving around whoever gets in their way. the mystery man’s plastic cafeteria tray and its contents are scattered on the floor, one player holding his arms as the other one winds up for a punch. however, somehow the black-haired boy doesn’t seem shaken in the slightest.
before you even have time to react, it happens.
time seems to slow down as you watch your man in black tug his arm out of the football player’s hold, landing a clean punch on the other’s jaw, before turning to the one behind him and swiftly kneeing him in the crotch. both men fall immediately, the mystery man having barely broken a sweat.
your jaw hangs open, the cafeteria erupting into chaos as your head spins in a mixture of horror and… arousal? you feel kinda guilty for finding a cafeteria brawl sexy, but the precision of that punch? the way his sharp jaw clenched as he took down two of the school’s star athletes in a matter of seconds? definitely did something for you.
you don’t notice how blatantly you’ve been gawking until his golden eyes lock with yours again. heat rushes back to your face instantly when his lips curl into another smirk, catlike eyes maintaining their gaze, as if the public display of dominance was aimed specifically at you.
you don’t mind, though. because if this is how he defends himself, you would love to see what he’d look like fighting for you.
