tw// slllllightly suggestive for the point of comedy, rintaro being goofy, children arguing lol

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Akito, Kaiya, and the terror twins haven’t touched one dish in forty minutes.

There’s a lot of fighting happening in the kitchen, about who’s going to scrub and who’s going to load the dish washer, and from your twins, who’s going to wash their hands first.

Akito, at the ripe age of 15, is having absolutely nothing to do with Kaiya’s scrubbing, complaining it’s not “good enough.” Kaiya reminds him that she does not care.

my blessing, the loml 🤡

Big cat hybrid bf is fun until he decides to loaf on top of you and you nearly die.

He’s heavy and forgets it sometimes, acting like a disgruntled house cat when you push him off.

You’re his mate and he wants to sleep on you… why are you pushing him away?

And now he’s pouting in the corner, tail swishing in annoyance.

kageyama kanae 🐣🎧

suna rintaro the mom's friend's son who is rarely home because hes at the boarding school.

you didnt know him that much, just the fact that hes older than you, the suna family's oldest son and plays volleyball. you barely saw him ever since he enters highschool, but your mom did update about him sometimes. "did you know rintaro went to a school in hyogo?" "heard that rintaro has a national game this week, the sunas gonna travel to hyogo to go watch him," "i talked to rintaro in the phone recently, and hes really grown up now," and you would just nod and hum, dont know what to do with that information. why was she so fond of rintaro? you dont even know.

its christmas. the suna family invited yours to a little lovely dinner, alongside with some other of their friends too. you didnt think much of it, scrolling on your phone as you walk into the sunas' home, lively chatter and laughter filling the suna household. "oh, y/n. hello," an unfamiliar voice greets, making you look up to the speaking figure. "ah, hello.." you replied hesitantly, watching a smile formed on rintaro's face. his voice were deeper than you remembered, and hes really tall. rintaro really did grew up. you shyly bowed to him, before heading towards your mother.

rintaro watches you, and he thought perhaps you dont remember how much you used to cry because you wanted him to be his boyfriend when you were 3 anymore.

rinny's note: reader doesnt remember anything (me)

Rintaro feels the eyes plastered onto him.

He feels every bat of their lashes, every movement of their glances at his sleeping face, his subconscious acknowledges it, and slightly goes into fight or flight. He whines as he forces his heavy eyes to open-

Only to gasp in fear as his subconscious was right: there’s two eyes watching him, unblinking as they stare intently at him, their gaze puppyish and innocent.

He groans, “Sachie, Sachiko, please.” He presses the heel of his hand against his eye to rub them awake, “we talked about this; you can’t scare mommy and daddy awake like this.”

“We sowwy,” Sachie whimpers.

“Just wan’ some wata,” Sachiko finishes. The twins always had a knack for that- being able to finish each others thoughts and sentences.

At any other time, rintaro would be incredibly enamored by it.

Right now, however? Not so much.

Rintaro chuckles softly at their cuteness before looking to the sky, as if to ask for patience. Next to him, you whimper at all the noise, hiking the blankets higher. Rintaro smiles. “Okay, angels,” he says softly, swinging his legs from under the warmth of his covers. “I’ll get you some water.”

“T’ank you,” Sachie murmurs. Sachiko nods at her sister’s appreciation. Rintaro ruffles their hair and gets up from his bed, hands scratching his stomach as he bonelessly shambles to the kitchen. He grabs the cabinet door and opens it to retrieve two cups with lids, making sure they’re clean by sniffing them. He shrugs and makes a move to the fridge, pressing the cups against the water dispenser to fill them enough for the girls to get through the night.

He yawns as he fills the other, eyes growing heavier and heavier the longer he’s vertical, as if the sandman himself is throwing pebbles into his eyes.

He wastes no time in capping off the two cups and making his way back down the hallway to his little girls room, cocking a brow when their two tiny beds are empty.

He spins on his heel to make his way to his bedroom, and god, he’d be so mad if it wasn’t so cute.

Sachie and Sachiko, his precious terror twins, are curled up next to you in his spot, Sachie sucking on her thumb while Sachiko clings to your night shirt. The must’ve tugged you onto your side, because instead of your original position facing away from them, you’re curled against them, one of your arms strewn across them to cuddle them close. You’re drooling softly, and Rintaro can’t fathom the precious sight.

He yawns and plants the small cups on his nightstand before curling up behind Sachiko, trying to get comfortable in the all too small sliver of bed he can just barely fit on. His arm drapes over them both too, burying his face in Sachiko’s soft hair and trying his best to drift back asleep, despite the already deep cramping forming in his back for the uncomfortable position.

Not that he’d dare move them. Nor have it any other way.

BIRTHDAY BOY HOON IS VERY SORRY !

nia note ! have this while i try to work on 8283 other things at the same time... and happy birthday to our fav prince

god give me strength. but like imagine THIS SUNGHOON between your legs. his pretty hair is an absolute mess from your fingers tangled in it and from tugging on the dark silky strands.

you just couldn’t help it :( he ate your pussy so well, always did, and he looked so good that it drove you insane. the sound of his tongue gliding up and down your slick folds, gathering your excess of arousal was only pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

he was so into it too, his eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure that he was getting from feeling your warm, plush pussy wrapped around his tongue. you tasted so good and you felt so good and wet, he was just straight up addicted.

the tip of his nose would hit your clit and you couldn’t help yourself from fucking your hips up, your grip on his hair tightening to keep him pressed against you.

the tip of his tongue would circle your hole and you could literally feel the arousal seeping out of you and dripping into his mouth.

his grip on your thighs was tight, not allowing you to move away. all you could do was writhe and shake, forced to take it even as the pleasure became too much.

“please,” you cried out pathetically, voice cracking. “‘s too much, hoonie. ‘m so sensitive.”

he cooed at your words, smiling against your cunt.

“you’re okay, baby,” he assured you, planting a warm kiss to your clit. “you taste so fucking sweet, i can’t stop.”

you came in his mouth and he lapped it all up like it was his job. his thick eyebrows were pushed together, like he was frowning, but really he was so concentrated on getting the most out of your orgasm.

he gave you less than 30 seconds to recover before he was going back in, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking on the puffy bundle of nerves. you gasped, your back arching and you pushed your cunt into his face, and he took it happily. he wished you’d rub your pussy all over his face.

every time he made you cum, he’d stay between your legs, asking you to do it just one more time. you couldn’t say no, not to that pretty face.