crazy how most of us made friends on here because we were going insane about the same 2 freaks at the same time. like oh youâre up thinking about them too?
you might never had met your mutuals if you werenât actively losing brain cells over the same thing. but Iâm so glad we were both up reblogging and posting like a madman because now we know each other.
char!! i hope august has been treating you well đ„ș itâs been a while since i last dropped by, but i thought iâd pop in to ask how you are đ„șđ and to of course, ask a curious sel question đ€
going off the whole âbeauty marks are spots where your soulmate liked to kiss on past livesâ saying, where do you hc your current faveâs beauty marks to be?
sending you all my love and fresh flowers for the month đđ·
hi lovely !!!! itâs so lovely to see u again ^-^
now that i think about it i can 100% see both tobio and wakatoshi having face moles đ„č i think wakatoshiâs would be smaller, less noticeable, maybe one or two on his temple and forehead but he has a few scattered around his body too, on his neck and his shoulder bc iâm a fiend and love to kiss (bite) these places most. i can see tobio having the cutest mole underneath one of his eyes, towards the outer corner rather than in the middle. i think heâd also have one on the apple of his cheek and one by his nose and one right above one side of his lips. also has some body ones but thereâs one on his collarbone that makes me want to devour him
char!! i hope august has been treating you well đ„ș itâs been a while since i last dropped by, but i thought iâd pop in to ask how you are đ„șđ and to of course, ask a curious sel question đ€
going off the whole âbeauty marks are spots where your soulmate liked to kiss on past livesâ saying, where do you hc your current faveâs beauty marks to be?
sending you all my love and fresh flowers for the month đđ·
hi lovely !!!! itâs so lovely to see u again ^-^
now that i think about it i can 100% see both tobio and wakatoshi having face moles đ„č i think wakatoshiâs would be smaller, less noticeable, maybe one or two on his temple and forehead but he has a few scattered around his body too, on his neck and his shoulder bc iâm a fiend and love to kiss (bite) these places most. i can see tobio having the cutest mole underneath one of his eyes, towards the outer corner rather than in the middle. i think heâd also have one on the apple of his cheek and one by his nose and one right above one side of his lips. also has some body ones but thereâs one on his collarbone that makes me want to devour him
meow đ tell me what i look like in kenmaâs eyes pls?
meows back, hi char <3
for kozume kenma, your love is prosperous and sensational. for a man as seemingly impassive as kenma, a cunning person such as yourself definitely changes things up for him. in the beginning, he wants to hate how much he has fallen for you. but in the end, his feelings for you are so large and strong he knows its inevitable to get rid of them. and maybe he has to fault part of this with being scared, as heâs never felt like this before (as he previously told kuroo he thought he was allergic to you from his frequent hot flashes and hives he got around you). heâs thankful that you accept him for who he is, that you also drive and push him out of his comfort zone where appropriate. he may not be the best at verbalizing his affections for you, but thereâs no short of his love in other ways.
kenma is no different for any other lovesick fool. he is a touchstarved, homeless romantic (whether he admits this or not is up to you). your playfulness keeps his life exciting and makes him all the more crazy about you. there are parts of him that only you know about and thereâs pride in the fact that while he may be kodzuken to the world, he is your kenma at the end of the day.
summary â wakatoshi works out at home. he looks hot doing it.
pairing â wakatoshi ushijima x reader
warnings â nsfw content. minors dni. smut, blowjob, cum swallowing, pet name âmy loveâ
word count â 1.3k
authorâs note â please listen to this audio of wakatoshi (and kuroo) breathing heavily for the most effective experience
Itâs not your fault your boyfriend is totally irresistible. Heâs tempting you on purposeâ youâre sure of it.
Youâre trying so, so hard to focus on the reality show playing on the TV, but Waktoshi is being terribly obscene. A few feet away, heâs splayed out on a yoga mat, lifting dumbbells over his head.
Itâs unintentional, the way he gasps and heaves and, ever so often, groans. Itâs unintentional, yet it leaves you squeezing your thighs together and biting down on your tongue because your mind is starting to wander.
If you were a better person, youâd go to any other room in the house and let him work out in peace. But you stay seated, let your eyes creep over to the titan of a man in your living room.
Heâs a powerhouse in every aspect. Youâd think that maybe youâd be used to it after having him in your life for so long, but your eyes widen and drool pools in your mouth at the sight of him.
Thick, hard thighs. Veined arm muscles, straining. Carved pectorals and abdomen, clenching with every movement. Corded muscle over every inch of his bodyâa display of pure, unwavering strength. The manifestation of years of work heâs put into the sport he plays for a living now. Wakatoshiâs tan skin gleams with droplets of sweat, too, face flushed down to his chest.
Itâs terribly, horribly teasing. Itâs precisely what he looks like when heâs above you, rutting his powerful hips into yours relentlessly, face morphed into a mixture of concentration and bliss. Itâs what he sounds like when he pounds away at you, brings you to tears from pure bliss.
You want him. You need him. Your mouth is too empty, you decide. So you stand, shuffling over to him with an edge of guilt.
âCan you stop?â you say, standing by his mat.
He pauses, thick eyebrows furrowing. Concern quickly fills his sharp features.
âWhat have I done, my love?â
âYouâre hot. Itâs distracting me,â you tell him, crossing your chest.
His shoulders sag when it hits him he hasnât actually done anything wrong and he chuckles, a deep rumble in his broad chest. âI apologise. Can you forgive me?â
âI will if you let me suck your dick,â you say, already sinking to your knees between his robust thighs. Thereâs mischief dancing behind the batting of your eyelashes, enticing your sweet boyfriend.
Wakatoshi likes to think heâs focusedâ itâs what heâs been told all his life, by coaches and teachers alike. His concentration never wavers, his determination ever so stable. Around you, though? He becomes entirely unrelenting.
Itâs why he doesnât stop you as you paw at his jersey shorts, smoothing a hand up his thigh, along his crotch, up to the waistband. Itâs why he nods when you peer up at him for permission to pull them down his legs, no matter how simple it would be for him to ask you politely to wait until he finishes the few reps he has left.
His boxers come down and his cock, half-hard, springs upwards in its entirety. Your fingertips barely touch when they wrap around the tanned flesh which jumps when you start stroking up and down gently.
Drool pools in your mouth, your lidded eyes dropping to the sight of your boyfriendâs perfect dick. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you pump up and down his veiny length until heâs rock hard and blushing and pearly rivulets of pre dribble from the slit of his tip.
Thatâs when you start to drag your tongue along him, from his base all the way to his head, watching attentively as his head falls back and he showcases his glistening Adamâs apple. Heâs always so sensitive, falling apart at your slightest touch.
Your thumb teases his slit, smearing pre over his tip as it leaks while your tongue traces the veins that adorn his cock. And then, with a lustful hunger burning deep in your abdomen, your lips wrap around him and swallow.
You hardly give yourself a second to adjust as you take half of him without hesitation, tears welling and throat clenching as you adjust to the girthy intrusion. Wakatoshi hisses as his giant hand flies to your scalp, stopping you before you can push yourself any further.
âEasy, my love,â he says in a strained whisper.
Itâs hard to take his advice when you peer up and catch the tensing of his hard muscles, the parting of his lips, and the affection that glimmers in his olive eyes. It urges you on, really.
You pull back with webs of spit connecting your lips to his cock, stomach fluttering as your boyfriend brings his hand to your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. A second later and youâre dipping your head back down to envelop your mouth around him, choosing to bob your head this time.
âOh, f-â Wakatoshi cuts himself off with a groan, your throat so warm and tight around him that he shivers. He sighs when your free hand moves to grasp at one of his heavy balls, squeezing lightly but itâs just enough to make his cock throb in your mouth.
As you bob, you take him further and further until your nose is pressed to his pelvis and the dark wiry hairs of his happy trail tickle your skin. He squeezes his eyes shut from the jolts of pleasure that travel deep into his core, his brain turning to fog from the bliss of your slippery mouth. His flesh becomes seared, the blush on his cheeks seeping down to his chest.
Your throat clicks and splutters around himâheâs so big, not meant to be taken like this, and yet you do. With wet eyes and a numb mind, you keep him shoved down your mouth as your fingers take turns fondling one of his balls at a time.
Wakatoshi thinks heâs close to passing out. He can hardly remind himself to stave off his orgasm, too busy as heâs rapt by the burning pleasure of your tongue working his cock.
You pull away, heaving for air, but itâs only to mouth at his balls and suckle at them until theyâre covered in your slobber. You trail your tongue along the underside of his cock next, watching him gulpâ watching him slowly fall apart.
When you swirl your tongue and suck lightly at his tip, Wakatoshi moans. His abdomen tightens, his fingers scratching at your scalp as they tangle into your roots. Heâs losing all semblance of composure. You can tell, from the way his thighs tense and ragged breaths fall from his lips.
âIâm- close,â he groans, low, through clenched teeth.
Youâre bobbing your head again with determination, the lewd sounds every time you lower your mouth only bringing Wakatoshi to his edge more quickly. With your hand pumping up and down simultaneously, he doesnât stand a chance.
His cock twitches in your mouth, and with a deep, rumbling groan that shakes his entire body, he releases. His warm load spills down your throat, his muscles bulging as pleasure wracks his huge body. A Roman god succumbing.
As you pull off of him to replenish your lungs, Wakatoshiâs mind is airy. To him, one thing becomes clear, however.
He lunges forward, scooping you up with ease despite having orgasmed just a moment ago.
âWakatoshi!â you squeal as he tosses you upon the couch. He kisses you, messy, licking into your mouth like heâs trying to taste himself on your tongue. It makes your head spin.
âIâd like to make sure youâll forgive me,â he says, still breathless and blushing. His hands wander up your t-shirt, fingertips brushing at your skin making you shiver. âWill you let me return the favour, please?â
happy 30th birthday to my muse, my cinnamon apple blueberry muffin strawberry shortcake, my captain of the japan mens national volleyball team, my husband and the father of my kids <3
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