the glow of the full moon lights up his living room, as you sink on your knees in front of him.
you can feel his breath catching in his throat as you look up at him and give him your best puppy eyes.
your fingers slowly grab the belt of his jeans, asking for consent. he nods, while licking his plump lips and giving you a sly smile, easing your nerves.
getting slightly nervous now, you look down to avoid his eyes.
but before you can even doubt yourself, he gently lifts up your chin with his finger.
“you don’t have to, baby.”
his voice is so soft. the moonlight reflects in his eyes and it’s like the whole stars from the night sky are right in front of you, shining down on you through his eyes.
he’s being genuine, and you cannot help but be thankful for his love.
“i know, but i really want to.”
you smile at each other, and you swear the room gets just a little bit warmer.
looking down again, you kiss his growing bulge, to convince him that you’re really sure of this.
the room is quite, but you don’t mind that. his small gasps are easier to hear like this.
your fingers grip his belt again, trying to open it but it won’t budge.
he lets out a small laugh, while you giggle.
“let me help you, love.”
a quick kiss is planted on your forehead, to reassure you.
his pants are undone, and you slide his underwear down.
his cock looks even bigger from this angle, you think.
you can see his veins clearly like this and you take a moment to admire him.
some precum has gathered at the tip of his cock.
you can’t help but kiss his tip, while looking up at him. he’s already looking at you, mouth agape, letting out small gasps and in awe of you.
he shows his admiration for you by removing some strands of hair out of your face, giving you a little nod. his fingers feel soft but callused on your skin.
your tongue tastes his precum, a little salty but sweet. you glide your mouth over the tip of his cock, leaving small kisses, taking in the way he feels on your lips. wanting to remember every detail of this moment, for nights you won’t get to do this, being apart from each other.
you gaze up at him, again. the desire to make him feel good, never ending.
finally, you slide all of him in your mouth. not even having done much, but he’s already so fucked out.
his hair is messy, his eyes are half lidded, never wanting to look anywhere else, but your face. so, so pretty, both of you think.
“feels so good, baby. just like that. please don’t stop.”
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mindlessly scrolling through some insta reels then i saw this.....
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CpmLSP-DpYS/?igshid=MjljNjAzYmU=
GOSH I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED YOUR FIC ABOUT THE FIRST WORD OF MIYA ATSUMU'S DAUGHTER 😆 i love all your hq dad scenarios but that one is my faveee 🐥🫶
that's all. just wanted to stop by. hehehe. have a good week!! 💗
NO BECAUSE I 150% IMAGINE THAT ONCE SHE’S TALKING MORE, SHE GOES THROUGH A PHASE OF PICKING UO EVERY CURSE WORD THAT PASSES THROUGH ANYONES LIPS.
God forbid she say other things, just curse words.
You don’t blame her, she doesn’t know better! And admittedly, now that she’s started, you find yourself slipping too, saying a little thing here and there, and cringing when she easily parrots it back.
You cursed when you spilt your drink over some papers- she said it right back for the next several hours.
Atsumu dropped the f-bomb when he dropped a bag of groceries, and from your arms, she dropped it right back.
But this time, the most unlikely person cusses. The one person you thought for sure she’d never hear a cuss from, the one soul you could count on, suddenly betrayed you when Kita Shinsuke accidentally got paint on the floor, and she didn’t miss a beat in repeating it.
“Ssssshit!” He says, just above a frustrated hiss. You gasp. Atsumu snorts.
“Shinsuke!” You laugh.
“Kita-San!” Atsumu follows.
“Shit!” Hisako adds.
“HISAKO!”
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