Or rather, Tobio's not allowed to enter anyone else's salon, or sit in anyone else's chair but Miwa's.
He goes to her whenever he needs a trim, texts her to set up an appointment right after closing time and she evens out his bangs, takes the length off his neck. Easy peasy.
But that comes after he strips naked and she fastens the slick black smock around his regal neck, sitting him down in the chair by her shampooing sink.
The smock covers his arms, chest, and lap. She tilts his head back into the sink, checking the water temperature on her wrist.
She carefully wets his head, aiming the spray to keep the water out of his eyes. As she works the nozzle from one side to the other, the water slides through his hair and tickles his skin, and his pulse accelerates with anticipation.
He hears her pump and rub shampoo between her hands before her fingers descend onto his scalp, eliciting an involuntary gasp.
As she expertly maps all his sensitive pressure points with her fingertips, Tobio wraps his fingers around the arms of the chair against the tingles that
erupt with gooseflesh all down his shoulders and chest. His nipples tighten instantly and he tries to focus on his breathing, but Miwa knows just how to stimulate his skull, just the right pressure to use in her massage to send zings down his center that spin around his navel
and spark through the length of his dick.
His sister has magic hands. She traces his brow with her thumbs and leans over him, working the tension from the back of his head down the nape of his neck.
At this point Tobio's breathing open mouthed, but he can still smell her, the
mint of the pommade she uses to quiet her curls, the lavender in her deodorant and the faint silken spice of her skin under her clothes, almost like milk. She smells familiar and comforting, and also enticing. She makes his mouth dry. His knees draw together, groin aching.
Her hands work through his hair, behind his ears, tugging on his lobes, wiggling through his locks and driving him crazy with desire. He's taut, flushed, and squirming with it, biting his lip, cock tenting the smock laying over his lap. It twitches every time she rubs across
the base of his neck, and she plays him, watching his cock jump with her lip tucked between her teeth. Amused.
/"Sis..."/ he whispers, hardly able to keep still any longer.
She lifts a brow, and the hem of his smock, revealing his ruddy erection oozing drips down the shaft.
Her cool hand grips him suddenly, and Tobio jerks in the chair, gasping at the unexpected temperature and sensation.
Miwa chuckles, and pumps something into her hands that she rubs all through his wet hair before gripping his dick with both hands, still cool but slippery
when they stroke him from base to tip and back.
Tobio arches his back, grunting from the strength of her hands that work him mercilessly, pleasure surging from the direct contact and rapid pace until he feels like he's about to drown.
"Ahhhh--" he hisses, thighs tightly corded from the effort to keep from fraying along all his edges.
Miwa drops a kiss on his cheek and slows her hands, withdrawing completely, leaving him gasping as his peak slips away. Then he hears her pump more of something into her hand.
Her fingers wrap around the base of his cock, depositing something slick around his groin and down to his sack, which she carefully caresses and fondles.
Tobio groans, closing his lashes at this new and different type of massage that keeps the heat in his belly churning below
the surface, ready to erupt.
She traces down his taint and reaches slender fingers down to his hole. Tobio's eyes flick open when she inserts a fingertip--she doesn't always go there and he's always a little unsure if he likes it or not but the fact is he just wants her so bad
that it doesn't really matter. She's got such small hands she can shove two fingers into him right away, easing him open.
He sighs through his teeth, so aroused and increasingly more desperate the more she twists her way inside him.
Miwa hums, fitting her free hand
around his neglected cock and working him into a lather, hands taking him apart inside and out.
Tobio whines, so close, so close, so close--
"C'mon Tob," Miwa murmurs, crooking her fingers. "Give it to me..."
Tobio clenches his teeth and his hips buck uncontrollably, dick spurting hot all over his belly and smock and coating Miwa's hand. She pumps and pumps until he's got nothing left but the tremors and aftershocks of his release.
"Sisss...." he whines, breathless and oversensitive.
Miwa gently removes her hands, and then smooths them through his hair, pushing it back from his reddened face. She leans close, and he smells her wonderful scent when she brushes their lips together. Presses hungry kisses across his mouth.
"Beautiful," she whispers.
His heart aches for her, eyes locked with hers and chin angled for another kiss. She smirks down at him, fond. Affectionate.
Then she runs water in the sink and checks the temperature on her wrist, rinsing her hands.
"Time to clean up." She runs the water through his hair,
soothing and slow. When his hair is clean she turns the nozzle onto his smock, aiming the spray to wash away his seed from the fabric and from between his legs, rinsing all his skin--even inside--squeaky clean, neither of them caring how the water puddles under the chair before
rolling into the drain.
She towels him dry from head to toes, then sits him at her station, taking out her sharpest scissors and gleaming at him in the mirror.
Tobio smirks back at her, then closes his eyes, content to know he's got the best big sister in the whole world.
🫐
[ Just thinking about how Miwa could make her brother come just from an extended shampoo session, those talented hands of hers more than enough to get him off. 😌 That's not to say they don't also fool around in every other filthy or romantic way possible--I love to think about
Miwa riding him, his cock stuffed into her ass and his setter's fingers deep in her puss, filling her so full. Maybe her fingers are in his mouth, or maybe he's sucking and pinching her tits at the same time--
#nsfw#miyacest cw: masturbation, tentacle dildo, anal sex
Atsumu half-jokingly mentions one night that it might be fun to have a monster dildo like a tentacle or something to play around with sometimes.
Osamu knows full well that behind the joke, there's a real desire for kink exploration, and damn if he's not into it too.
He finds the most massive tentacle dildo on the web, and orders a custom one with a deep grey base like an octopus, and a pink fleshy color for the S-curved
and knobby insertible end with faux suckers that get smaller at the tip.
It's monstrous all right. /Obscene./ And oh, the thrill of presenting it in a box to Atsumu, watching him unwrap it and then--eyes bulging--turning bright crimson and stuttering, nervous to even pick it up.
#miyacest fraternal twins, fem!atsumu, puberty things
They're not that different in personality or behavior or even looks until puberty hits and Osamu shoots up four inches in a single summer and Atsumu suffers the unique humiliation of going bra shopping for the first time.
Osamu teases her relentlessly the day they notice her chest has started to change. Unlike flat-chested, scrawny eleven year old Osamu, the tiny mounds under Atsumu's puffy nipples turn the horizontal stripes of her tank top into wavy lines, marking her as /not a boy./
Osamu points and snickers. "Looks like ya stuffed coupl'a grapes in yer shirt!"
Atsumu's mouth falls open, and all she can manage is to turn red and yell at him to "SHUT UP!" through gritted teeth. She can kick him too, she realizes, and she tries, but he blocks and skips away.
#miyacest#nsfw
they take a weekend off to move into a new apt, getting almost everything done on saturday so they can sleep in sunday and finish the bulk of unpacking.
of course they christen their new bedroom that night, despite all the physical labor of moving furniture
and a truck load of boxes earlier that day, because come on. they're not going to go a single night without sharing physical connection and pleasure.
but the first night in a new place is almost like a wedding night, and in a way, the closest they can get to the real thing.
the anticipation builds, as the sun sets and the apartment starts to look less like a war zone and more like a home. eating chinese takeout right from the containers, sitting on the floor in the middle of all the boxes and making lame jokes and play-kicking each other's shins,
#nsfw MSBY x Hinata
cw: manipulation, cheating, hookups
Hinata's secret, personal challenge as soon as he joins MSBY is to see how many of his new teammates he can collect in his ongoing body count.
Right away, he can tell that Barnes will be the hardest one to conquer.
He'd like to collect the team as a full set, including the second string, and the coaches if he can, just because. He's a healthy athlete and so are they, so why not?
On the court there's no time to worry about anything awkward, and Hinata knows by now how to tie things up
with a bow so everyone's satisfied afterwards and unconcerned with how to act the next day in the locker rooms.
Most of the guys are his age, so he's not expecting to have much trouble seducing them. Barnes, though. He's going to be the most difficult to convince.
#miyacest#sunamiya cw: underage, horny teens, car sex (of a sort), tight enclosed spaces, objectification, osaatsu, sunaatsu, sunaosaatsu
Atsumu's the one who discovers the special feature of Suna's car.
Osamu's the one who thinks up a way to use that feature to kill time on a Friday night, break up the usual pattern of hushed fucks in Suna's bedroom because they can't get away with it as easily at their house. The bunkbeds are a drag anyhow. Gotta liven things up some way.
"You want to do /what/?" Suna eyes him skeptically.
Osamu's not worried about Suna. Suna will give in to anything if it means he can get off. Osamu trains his eyes on his brother, gauging Atsumu's reaction.
#nsfw#mermay2021#incest#mpreg#breeding #skts-centric, side #snkm, merfolk au, royalty au.
cw: male, female, and intersex mer-anatomy 🐬, incestuous dalliances, mentions of grief/mourning, merfolk mate for life.
"Marks of Good Breeding" 🧜🧜♂️👑🔱🌊🌴
After three years of mourning, Prince Kiyoomi's hair has grown long enough to reach the tiny, delicate scales circling his hips at the edge of his glittering, chartreuse tail.
He prefers to wear it short—he finds the feel of it curling around his body underwater /disgusting/.
But it's far more horrible to have lost both his siblings in the war with the neighboring Inubushi kingdom before the Sakusa kingdom negotiated peace through forfeiture of most of their territory, and pride.
The Royal family and what subjects remained in the aftermath of the war