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currently thinking about kageyama tobio and his big big cock but him not even being aware of it so when he slides it in he goes all "why are you clenching like that?" SIGH (hi, i'm zade mwah)
hnnNNGGG YOUR MIND >>> (also hi ! i’m jade lmao <333)
“fuck,” he moans, eyes shut tight. “i’m not even all the way and you feel so tight.”
his frame hovers over you, slick sweat coating his forehead, arms caging either side of your face. your hands are linked with his, curved nails digging into his skin.
his eyes cracked open to see your face scrunched up, still hearing those pretty whines. your heels were pressing deep into his lower back but he didn’t mind the sting.
tobio didn’t realize it but he was absolutely hung.
slowly, he shifted his hips towards you, sliding in another inch of his fat cock. he shuddered at how clenched your walls were, the plush fat squeezing around his dick felt like pure ecstasy.
he freezes for a moment, forehead kissing yours. your eyes are closed now, chest moving up and down rapidly. his nose brushes yours, “why’s your cunt moving like that?”
your face heats up, turning away to hide the embarrassment. “come on,” he teases your soaping cunt, swiveling his hips till the head of his cock grazes your cervix. “tell me.”
he grunts, your nails were making his skin scream at this point but he was starting to enjoy the pain.
“y-your too big,” you utter. he pulls his head away from yours, looking down at the small bulge in your stomach.
“oh.”
“but don’t stop.”
“oh?”
now his face was heating up as he quickly slid out of you. before he could let his nerves get the best of him, he rammed back into you, intently watching the bump in your tummy grow bigger.
“god,” he groans, hips bucking wildly now. “so. fucking. tight.”
happy birthday, daddy.
there’s only one thing rintarō wants for his birthday.
content warning: 18+ content including daddy kink, praise, crying, mention of babies, dubcon, fear, womb fucking highly unrealistic, dumbification/incoherence, breeding.
“You’re doing so good for me, babygirl.”
Rintarō grunts. He’s unable to look away from your messy cunt, always finding himself utterly amazed by how well it takes every inch of his fat cock. Your velvety walls hug him so nicely. It makes his head spin. It makes him want to rut against you until you’re so full of him and his cum that you can’t think straight. Which happens often, anyway.
You look so precious holding your legs open for him, with your fingers grabbing at and twitching against the flesh of your thighs. Your face is wet with tears, glistening in the low light of your bedroom. It looks like you have tiny, gleaming stars in your eyes and clinging to your silky lashes.
This is how Rintarō always wants to remember you.
He ducks his head down, and you nearly whine because you can’t stare up at his pretty features anymore. The feeling of his lips brushing over your dewy skin distracts you. Your mind goes fuzzy when they wrap over one of your perky nipples, engulfing the sensitive nub in wet heat that makes your back arch into him further, and a desperate mewl escape from your chest.
“Daddys good girl,” he murmurs, teeth grazing over your supple breast. “You’re gonna give me some pretty babies for my birthday, yeah?”
Rapidly, you nod. Words and drool falling from your lips, “All the babies you want, daddy.”
At that, the push and pull of his hips becomes more aggressive. You whimper— your hands scramble and push at his toned lower stomach, wordlessly begging him to slow down. But you promised him. You told him he could fuck you just like this, you can’t stop him now. Even if your little cunny is aching.
So his hands replace yours and fold you in half further. A growl meets your ears while your head thrashes against your pillow in a frenzy.
He feels deep. Deeper than he’s ever been before and you both realize that. Your whole body freezes, but you paw at Rins biceps. You dig your nails into his skin, fearful that he’s splitting you in half on his cock for real this time. Yet all you can do is squeal and let him use your twitching body as he pleases.
“Fuck— that’s it.” There’s a triumphant lilt to his voice. He still sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth when he feels your cervix hug the head of his cock and threaten to suck him right in.
Lucidity escapes you entirely, slipping through your fingers before you can fully acknowledge what’s happening. All you can see is the lazy grin that tugs at Rintarōs lips through blurry, tearful vision.
hi cloud💗💗!! for the sleepover event, the story telling part, can i ask for suna and breeding + praise? i just want to have his pretty babies 😔
˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ rin is so pent up after a long week of training. he just wants you in his lap, sitting on his cock while he relaxes and watches you bounce on him, getting all messy when he’s done nothing.
content warning: 18+ content including praise, breeding, mention of babies, a dash of reader being a crybaby for flavor.
slumber party mlist.
Something’s different tonight.
Maybe it’s in the movements of your hips. Those little swivels that always milk Rins cock so well seem more desperate than usual. At first, it caused a smirk to tug at his lips but the more fucked out you become, the more his eyebrows draw together.
Big hands close over your hips and dare to slow you down. He grunts when you continue rocking back and forth on his cock, despite the hold he now has on you, “What’s the rush, pretty baby?”
You lift your head, no longer staring at your hands that are resting on Rins abs for leverage but rather his flushed faced. With bleary vision, you pout down at him.
“Just,” you’re visibly close to crying. Whether it’s due to your emotions or the feeling of his cock throbbing against your gummy walls, you don’t know. You sniffle once as a single tear falls from your lashes, “just wanna have your babies, Rin.”
He doesn’t say anything. Instead he sits up with you still sat on him, pulling you close while you shiver as the head of his cock nudges your cervix. He helps you— helps you start bouncing ‘n making a mess on his cock again, so he can give you what you want.
“Yeah? Pretty baby wants some pretty babies of her own?” His lips brush against yours with every word, enough to make you taste him. You nod, hiccuping before he shushes you,
“You’re such a good girl for tellin’ me what you want... gonna look so pretty carrying my babies.”
With a squeal you cream all over his cock, squeezing him so nicely that he has no choice but to groan and ground you to him completely, spilling all of his cum deep inside your little cunt.
You’re still drooling all over his shoulder in some sort of daze when he begins rutting his hips up into you.
“Gonna make sure you’re full of me.”
going live. ✕ sakusa kiyoomi.
now that you’re both home from college and under the same roof, it’s hard to keep to yourselves. which is precisely how you end up quite literally stumbling upon one of your stepbrothers most well-hidden secrets.
an authors note: big, big thank you to real life angel @shinsurou for beta reading this for me— enjoy!
content warning: 18+ taboo content including stepbro!omi, camboy!omi, pseudo/step incest, use of nii-san, a little voyeursim, blackmail attempt, choking, manhandling, live sex/sex on camera, mean!omi, face fucking, dash of size kink, crying, humiliation, condescension, creampie.
“Omi…” You call out, practically skipping down the hall towards his room, “Nii-san?”
The two of you are used to being left alone. Between the busy work schedule your parents have and the fancy dinners, galas, or whatever they’re often obligated to attend, you’re stuck with one another. It’s always been like that. So trips home between semesters are never anything extraordinary.
You’re bored. When boredom calls, it’s time to lift the veil and force yourself to interact with your stepbrother. It’s just— now you wish you hadn’t.
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you ever think about how they'll probably see this picture in a yearbook when they're 60 years old and reminisce about their time as a part of the karasuno volleyball club? cuz i do all the time
— lap dances
various x fem!reader
synopsis ; you’re gonna run your poor boyfriend dry with the way you move your hips
includes : oikawa t., iwaizumi h., kuroo t., akaashi k., bokuto k., tendou s., kenma k., suga k., suna r., sakusa k., matsukawa i., nishinoya y., ushijima w., atsumu m., osamu m.
nsfw; 18+, aged up, lap dances, dry humping, mentions of choking, intoxication, some slight degrad, praise, slight voyeurism
I didn’t proofread I’ll do it in the morning
oikawa : promiscuous by nelly furtado
Oikawa clapped as you spin dramatically, whipping your hair every which way and mouthing the words to your song as if your life depended on it. Everything started innocent at first, but innocent isn’t a good look on Tooru. You jumped as he gripped your chin, making you look up at him as he sang some of the words back to you. Your hips began to sway as you pressed your body against his. “I want you on my team...” you whispered, letting yourself get lost in his chocolate irises, looking for any emotion you could get your hands on.
Neediness? Maybe he was desperate? What was it? Something clouded his vision and you soon realized it was lust. Your pussy throbbed in your shorts, hand trailing down his torso to grip his cock over his sweats. Your breathing became heavy as he pressed his forehead against yours. “So does everybody else.”
iwaizumi : desire by meg myers (the hucci remix is 10x better js)
Now that you think about it, maybe you like the attention. You like the feeling of Iwaizumi’s iPhone camera framed right on your dancing form, maybe the flash gives you an exhilarating boost of confidence. Whatever it is, it makes you stalk over to him like a slut, and he shudders as you run your hands up his abs underneath his shirt.
“Getting carried away there, precious girl,” he teased, admiring the view of your ass bouncing in the air as you felt up his muscles. He pats his lap gently, signalling that your throne was awaiting you, and you happily obliged. You caught Hajime off guard as you smoothed your cunt over his bulge, made him shake so hard that he almost dropped the camera recording your entire little game.
kuroo : shake ya ass by blackbear
The lights were bright in the club, enough fast turns and shakes could make anyone dizzy if they had the right amount of alcohol coursing through their system. That’s why Kuroo’s hands were rested securely on your waist, one sliding up and cupping your breast as the other wrapped around your inner thigh. You danced on him in a smiley haze, biting your lip as you felt him harden under you.
“Take me home?” You whimpered out as he stroked your pussy with a finger, shaky hand trailing down his neck, pulling him forward slightly by the collar to plant kisses along his cheek. He had never been so turned on in his life but fuck, you were pushing it. “Please Tetsu, I’m so horny, please take me home.” Within an instant, he had an Uber waiting for the two of you outside the exit doors.
akaashi : DHL by frank ocean
Akaashi’s gaze watched as your black, thin thigh highs rolled far down your thighs with every movement of your ass, his hand going to reach out just to slap the fabric against the skin. Yet, when you smacked his hand away gently, he felt his pants get tighter.
“Can’t touch, huh?” He breathed out, lips only a mere inch away from your plump glossed ones. Your breath mixed, one leg snaking around and sitting yourself promptly on his lap. You swallowed down a hiss as your lips connected, grinding down against his cock through his dress pants. You were bittersweet and he didn’t know how to deal with you sometimes but he didn’t mind surprises.
bokuto : bus it by blackbear
“You’re so good at that,” he couldn’t help but marvel at the way you moved your hips, his hands so big that they covered your ass cheeks entirely as he massaged the skin. You were a drug to him, only feeding into his addictive personality and getting him high while he watched you, center stage and spotlight on you.
The backseat of his car wasn’t the ideal place for a lap dance, it was so crammed but it only made the intimacy of your dance heavier. Your hands roamed through your hair and you swear, you could see the hearts forming in his eyes. Ko’s eyes rolled back as you swiped your clothes pussy over his cock repeatedly, the friction making him bite on his knuckle. God, he wanted to fuck you so bad.
tendou : muse by OCAD (yes I used this song in another post stfu)
You whimpered as Tendou yanked the leash connected to your collar forward, dragging your knees against the carpet as his eyes trained on your ass. You nuzzled his thigh, sticking your tongue out to lap at his cock over his boxers. “Dance for me, doll.”
It’s better to listen to his requests rather than disobey, so like a good little puppy, you rolled your body and ran your hands across your skin, smiling everytime he raked his red eyes up and down your form. ‘Satori’ flashed in red letters, studded right on top of the leather wrapped along your throat, and you felt your thighs squeeze when he licked his top row of teeth. There is nothing he loves more than watching his girl perform for him.
kenma : freak by lana del rey
Up and down. Up and down. Side to side, usually he’s quick with following movements like this, he’s a gamer after all. But fuck, when it’s your pretty ass in a dress way too short for you, his mind goes blank. Kenma’s stray locks of hair fall in front of his face, refusing to take his eyes off of your twerking figure.
But when you begin grinding on top of him, rubbing your pussy against his cock like it’s fun to you? So hard, it’s so hard to keep back the moans, the whimpers, all of the embarassing noises that he wants to avoid making. “S-slow down,” he murmurs, kissing your hand as you bring it up to stroke his cheek.
suga : trust by brent faiyaz
Your hips swayed side to side, and goddamn, he had to loosen his collar a bit at the sight of you moving with the rhythm. The other fellow third years sat in their respectful sides of what was supposed to be a sleepover and embarassment showed through your burning cheeks. A dare is a dare, right?
“Fuck,” you could just barely catch Suga’s comment, eyes straying slowly to the side from your seat on Daichi’s lap. His eyes were dark, focused on your ass as you rocked against his best friend’s hard-on. That coy smile will kill him, surely, and he gulped the hardest he ever has as you strut towards him.
suna : uber by arizona zervas
You thought you were slick when you dropped to your knees in front of Suna, in front of his spot on the bed of your hotel room. You thought you were sneakily sexy as your ass swayed with every crawl closer and closer to him, the bell on your neck ringing softly and skirt hiking up with your skirt. You thought you were clever, so fucking clever, snaking a hand up his thigh and palming his cock, eyes pretty and pleading as they met his slanted ones.
But no. Rintarou was always a step ahead of you, that’s why he wasted no time pinning you to the mattress, face down and ass up. You really thought he would sit through a lap dance, baby? Not when you’re so wet that your slick is dripping down your thigh, no, he’s gotta take care of you in his own harsh way.
sakusa : I like being by sybyr
You had expected Kiyoomi to stray away from your idea of a good time, but he was always good at putting up with your bullshit. Your ass pressed up against his groin and he warned you, he fucking warned you, that you’d get in trouble if you kept moving so carelessly. Of course, the threat only made you back your ass up on him more and he yanked you by the waist so that you were sitting nice and pretty on his lap.
“You think this is fucking funny?” He questioned, shoving a hand down your panties and not hesitating to rub your clit so fast that it almost felt like a personal attack. You shaked in his tight hold, although you figured he’d put you in your place for acting up. “Gonna be the death of me, filthy whore.”
matsukawa : jealou$y by the neighbourhood
“Shh,” the tip of your finger fell against his lips, his words suddenly only a forgotten memory as he watched your hands roam across your body, past your hardened nipples, down the chains connecting your bra to your panties. “Enjoy the show, yeah?”
A smirk graced his face, eyes hooded per usual, cheek resting in his palm while he watched his personal exotic dancer do her thing. He wouldn’t tell you, but he could tell you were begging to be touched as you shook your ass in his face, so he only gave you what you wanted.
nishinoya : wrong by MAX (ty kai my fav noya whore)
Getting drunk with Nishinoya was always a tossup between getting your shit rocked by the end of the night or simply just passing out with bottles in your hand. This night? This night, your playlist was booming through your shared apartment, this night you were shaking your ass and showing moves for your lovely boyfriend.
Anyone watching could see the sexual tension, could feel it even as you threw your ass back in front of him, bending over and moaning so slightly when he’d push your ass against him to feel his hard cock. Once you rose back up, he grabbed you by the throat, bringing you oh so close just to tell you how sexy you are. How he’s gonna fuck you so hard your pussy will be ruined, “wanna watch you shake that ass while you ride my cock.”
ushijima : buttons by the pussycat dolls
The last time Ushijima Wakatoshi felt this infatuated was when he met you for the first time, often comparable with his very first volleyball match. He can admit to himself that he doesn’t appreciate your body enough, and he can only clench his jaw as you strut to him with that pretty lingerie he bough you clad to your body. His eyes widened up just a little as he watched you drop to the floor, stopping just enough to strain the back of your legs and he resists the urge to bite his lip as you spread them wide open.
“You wanna touch me, don’t you Toshi?” You mumbled, eyes locking onto his, hand ghosting over your pussy. He nodded subconsciously, shifting ever so slightly in his seat, thinking of all of the ways he could get you to say his name. You giggled as he pulled you into his lap, jumping on the light slap he left on your thigh before letting him roll you onto your back.
atsumu : maria I’m drunk by travis scott
As much as you wanted control of the situation, Atsumu never failed to make you melt under his touch. Thick fingers gripped your hips, thumb stroking the sensitive skin as you backed your ass up against his hard dick. Kisses ran up and down your neck, slow and steady, unlike the fast pace of your grinding.
“Prettiest fuckin’ girl,” he bit your earlobe, chuckling as you arched your back against him. His t-shirt draped and pooled onto your thighs, proudly wearing the number 13. A hand running through your scalp caught your attention, eyes fluttering as he held your head in place so he could watch you drink the spit he dropped onto your tongue. “Sexy lil thing.”
osamu : re-up by anders
Heat rose to your face as you felt Osamu’s hands brush up past your breasts, soon finding purchase in their hold on your throat. Nothing could stop the feverish grind of your hips, you were desperate to be so close to him. If he were honest, he doesn’t think he’s seen anything hotter than his pretty baby dancing for him, all for him.
“You’re all mine, right?” He loosened his grip on your neck only by a little, his eyes rolling slightly back at your breathy ‘yes.’ He began moving against you, applying more pressure to his thrusts in hope of making you cum from dry humping alone. You started this game but after being Atsumu’s twin all his life, he couldn’t resist a challenge.
behind closed doors | vi. best seat in the house
a/n: the weather is fucking hot which made writing this so difficult D; regardless and as usual, i hope you all enjoy kuroo being a little tease!! hehe
warning: smut (starts under the cut); face-sitting; overstimulation; 69
your relationship with kuroo was fun, with playful banter and laughter always echoing off the walls of your shared apartment. pillow fights and tickle wars were a frequent occurrence, as were lazy weekends lounging on the couch while binging shows. and that was exactly what you were doing at the moment, much to kuroo’s dismay.
“babe, let me watch my drama!” you whined, flinching away from him as he poked your side repeatedly.
“you’ve been watching the whole day! you know all that screen time isn’t good for you,” he lectured, shuffling closer to you. his hands brushed over your sides, bubbling laughter in your throat as you tried to swat them away. but kuroo’s hands were bigger and stronger, easily resisting as he continued to tickle you and procure stifled chuckles out of you. until finally—
“kuroo! you know what, you’re gonna regret this!” having had enough, you ripped your attention away from the riveting climax of your drama unto your boyfriend, immediately tackling him down. his back hit the couch as you straddled his chest, trying to find all his sensitive spots.
“is this what you wanted? i’m going to tickle you until you can’t breathe so i can finally watch in peace,” you huffed, kuroo laughing more at how cute you were rather than from your attempts to tickle him back. his hands easily wrapped over your wrists, restraining you while you squirmed above him. amused and a little aroused from all your spunk, his eyes wandered down your figure. he glossed over the outline of your breasts unconstrained by a bra and your noticeable lack of shorts under his oversized shirt, but his attention was fixated on your burgundy lace panties.
flicking his eyes back up to meet yours, he clicked his tongue to get your attention. “you think i wouldn’t notice your little lace secret, kitten?”
the growl in his voice kindled a fire that swept through your insides as you closed your legs. but kuroo’s hand was quick to move, grasping and pushing your thigh back to give him more access to you. “…all my underwear are still in the wash so— k-kuroo!”
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+ request. Hi, i downloaded tumblr only a few days ago so idk if this is how you make requests or even if you are taking them. But if you are, could you write a size kink kuroo with his virgin gf🥺
+ author n. you did it right no worries:)
+ genre. smut
kuroo was trying- he really was. his fingers were practically shredding the bed-sheets as he sat watching you struggle to lower yourself on him.
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little bit of poison in me
characters: dabi | todoroki touya, takami keigo | hawks
genre: smut and angst
notes: okay FINALLY!! very loosely inspired by tag you’re it by melanie martinez!! uhh dabi’s a drug dealer, keigo’s in his third year of university and a track star, reader’s in her first year of university. please, please pay attention to the warnings below! if keigo’s your comfort character and you cannot handle him being physically abusive and a drug addict, then you might wanna sit this one out! promise he’ll be painted in a more sympathetic light in part two. | aaah dedicating this to @rat-suki, because ur the only one who’s actually known the details of this fic since november, and because i put a lil something inspired by new moon in there for u ehehe <333 | title credit: tag you’re it by melanie martinez
warnings: 18+, noncon/dubcon, physical abuse, drug use & abuse + graphic depictions of addiction, mindbreak, overstimulation, manipulation, lowkey yandere vibes (which will get worse), daddy kink, a brother a lil too obsessed with his sister + questionably close sibling relationship, generally toxic relationships (possessiveness, jealousy), rough sex, semi-public sex, cumplay/cum feeding, minimal prep, degradation/dumbification, choking, kinda brat taming???
words: 14.8k
synopsis:
“Do you wanna come home with Daddy, princess?”
He’s caging you between his body and the murky convenience store window as he asks, both palms pressed flat against the grimy glass.
No. You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t, can almost hear your brother’s voice in the back of your mind telling you not to. But you’re too enticed in sapphire to care, drawn into pretty, almost glittering blue fire, letting the flames lick your skin as you immerse yourself in it, deeper and deeper and deeper, and allowing it to wrap itself around you, to consume you, to knock the very breath out of you as you gaze into it.
“Okay,”
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Kotatsu Kisses
Pairing: Kozume Kenma x F!Reader
AN: Like I say in the tags, I should have been working on my Secret Santa fic, but popped this out instead i’m so sorry :/ Idk where this came from tbh. Just general Kenma brainrot + thinking about the absolutely massive kotatsu he canonically owns. Y’all should look at some luxury kotatsu, they’re huge and I want one for myself tbh. He’s just so fucking pretty, I can’t stand it sometimes uwu. To everyone that suggested colors, thank you! But I couldn’t get the Nintendo Joy-Con Red suggestion out of my head jakeigajweo so hopefully I got kinda close lmao!
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Post-Time Skip, Exhibitionism, uuuuuh Non-consensual Voyeurism but its an accident lmao, Oral Sex (f!receiving), Face Sitting, Inappropriate Uses of a Kotatsu, Established Relationship, mild Dom/sub undertones if you squint, PIV Smut, Dirty Talk, Kenma being v hot n horny, no beta we die like men!
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The loud sound of a key being aggressively shoved into the lock of your front door makes your head pop up from the top of the kotatsu, eyes wide upon the haggard though unexpected appearance of Kuroo Tetsuro, wearing a rumpled button up and loosened tie, clearly just off of work. His presence brings a blast of wintry air that makes you wince and draw your shoulders up to your ears.
“K-Kuroo?” You squeak in shock. Knees hit the bottom of the table, the thud muted thanks to the blankets draped around the edge of it.
“Hey,” he grunts, looking angry. He tries to toe out of his dress shoes, practically hissing at them when they don’t immediately come off. He bends down to yank at the laces. “Where the fuck is Kenma? He won’t answer my texts.”
Your mouth pops open but nothing comes out. You wiggle where you sit, the brief moment of silence between you filled with the cheerful music coming from the abandoned Switch on the table.
Kuroo looks up at your silence, squinting in his glare. “Hey, where is he?”
You flounder under his blatant irritation and your own hesitation. “I…He went…o-out.” You swallow, taking a steadying breath, attempting to adjust yourself but feeling the grip on your ass tighten. You can’t help squeezing your legs together as much as they can where you kneel. Which…isn’t much. Anxiety and mild humiliation begins to mix deliciously with everything else you’re feeling while you struggle to keep your shoulders back and from flinching under Kuroo’s gaze.
“Out?” Kuroo scoffed, glancing towards the hallway. “Do you know when he’ll come back?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, stepping up into your home and striding further inside.
“N…” Lips suction to your clit so quickly you jump with a choked off breath, pulling away so slowly your eyes flutter and you slump forward again with a shudder, rolling your hips down on Kenma’s face. He gives a muted groan, hands squeezing at your ass again, pulling you back towards his mouth. You can’t quite stop the moan that drawls from you, croaky and agonized. “Nnnoooo…?”
You swear you feel Kenma huff a hot breath of laughter against your pussy.
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streets
pairing: hajime iwaizumi x reader
genre: smut
warnings: 18+ nsfw, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral (male receiving), choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, slight praise kink
summary: you give your boyfriend top at the red light
you sigh as you climb into the passenger seat of the car, your body feeling heavy because of how tired you were. as you settle into the seat you hear the door of the driver’s side opening. your head lolling to the side, you see your boyfriend. you catch iwaizumi’s eyes and with a small smile he leans forward pecking your lips.
after pulling back, he begins to put his seat belt on and breaks the comfortable silence, “i hope tonight wasn’t too much. i know you don’t really like parties.”
oikawa had thrown a little new year’s kickback as a celebration of not only the new year but him finally being back in japan. he had invited a majority of the seijoh boys and of course iwaizumi. being oikawa’s closest friend, iwaizumi knew he had to show up or else oikawa would whine about it for the months to come. truth be told, hajime was looking forward to spending his new year with you cuddled on the couch while some random countdown special played in the background. clearly that wasn’t the case. the both of you had went and hajime had made it known that he didn’t feel like drinking tonight but he had no issue if you wanted to. you had decided not to drink too much because you didn’t want your boyfriend to ring in the new year by holding your hair up while you threw your guts up in the toilet. although, you knew that if that were to happen he would have no problem with it. a couple beers and a shot or two later, you and hajime decided to take your leave early in hopes that you two could make it home before the clock hit 12:00.
leaning your head back against the headrest you close your eyes and smile, “no, it’s okay. i had a lot of fun. nothing beats seeing makki and mattsun doing drunk karaoke.”
hajime begins to reverse the car, placing his hand on the back of your headrest as he looks back. he shakes his head, “yeah but hearing that shit is awful, i almost went deaf.”
he looks at you briefly before directing his attention to the road in front of him, “are you okay though? you need me to pick up anything?”
you were always able to handle your liquor fairly well so you don’t feel anything more than a slight buzz. you open your eyes to look at your boyfriend, slight smile still on your face, “i’m okay, just wanna be home.”
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➥ you reply “who’s this?” to them.
SUMMARY. how the haikyuu setters would react to you responding “who’s this?” to them.
PAIRINGS. fem!reader x miya atsumu, fem!reader x kageyama tobio, fem!reader x kouzume kenma, fem!reader x oikawa tooru, fem!reader x akaashi keiji.
GENRE. fluff, angst (?), crack, boyfriend!smau.
a/n: i literally don’t know what this is or why i came up with it, but i’ve been wanting to do some hq texts for a long time, so… hope u like it ;)
一 (#) 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔!
一 (#) 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐎!
一 (#) 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀!
一 (#) 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔!
一 (#) 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈!
“give me another one, angel,” meian grunts out, gripping your waist with all the strength in his fingers as he rears his hips back and impales you with his thick cock. the sheets underneath you are wet and uncomfortable, evidence of the last two orgasms he ripped out of you. “i know you’re so close, i can feel you – nnhhh, shit –”
your hands move to cover your face out of pure humiliation, but meian won’t have any of that. the msby captain grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one of his as he leans over your smaller figure and fucks you faster.
and it’s deeper, god, it’s so deep, you can feel him in places you’d never been able to reach with your fingers and your head starts to feel hazy again.
“what do we say?” meian’s eyes are trained on your spit-slicked lips and your bleary eyes, the way you can barely keep them open spurs him on more. he needs you completely fucked out for him.
“thank you daddy,” you moan. you don’t intend for it to come out so desperate and drawn out, but the deep, fast thrusts are bringing you closer and closer – and quick.
“gonna count to 5, angel. when i get there,” he groans, “you’re going to cum all over this cock.” you nod, nearly incoherent.
“5… 4… 3…” oh no. oh fuck.
it’s completely involuntary, and it happens before you can stop it. your body convulses underneath his, hips bucking up and moaning as you squirt on him and the messy sheets. you want so badly to grab onto something, his shoulders, the pillow, anything, but your wrists are still pinned over your head.
he shakes his head in disappointment, but doesn’t still his movements, still adamant on fucking you until you forget your own name. “guess we’ll have to start over, angel. daddy’s going to keep fucking you until you learn how to be a good girl and control yourself.”
how you left
synopsis. at the end of the day, you’re always your boyfriend’s second choice.
pairing. oikawa tooru x female reader word count. 1.2k genre. establish relationship au, break up au, angst. warnings and notes. mentions of insecurity, part of my prompt list requests.
“You wanna watch a movie tonight?”
There’s a slight pause at your words, a mellow voice echoing throughout the four walls of your shared apartment as your boyfriend, Oikawa, looks up from his phone, his smile slowly fading.
“About that,” he purses his lips, “I’m busy later.”
It only takes those three words, the exact ones that he’s overused for the past three months to make your heart drop. Even without context, you already know that this must be something that revolves around his best friend, Nari, someone who seems to be more important to Oikawa than you.
It’s almost as if they’re in the relationship, and you’re his supportive best friend instead.
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message delivered | miya atsumu
this is part 2 to typing… find part one here!
miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+
warnings: smut, size kink, light hair pulling, praise, oral (male & fem receiving), fingering
wc: 4.9k
A/N: this was supposed to be a 1.5k pwp. idk what happened. thank u to @atsumuse for hyping me up the entire time i was writing this and being my baeta
Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since that one crazy, unbelievable drunk night when you spilled your guts about how sexy you thought Miya Atsumu, MSBY Setter #13, was. Since then, it feels like you’ve constantly been walking on air. After Bokuto had so rudely interrupted your video call with Atsumu, the latter had been quick to give you his number, asking you if you had time the following day to “finish what we started”.
Unfortunately, you didn’t. As much as you wanted to drop all of your responsibilities, you’d had prior obligations and couldn’t find any excuse out of them. You cursed being an adult, responding with disappointment and shaky fingers, hoping that Atsumu wouldn’t ghost you for not jumping at the opportunity to meet up with him. Luckily, he was completely understanding, saying that the next time he’ll be in town will be in two weeks and that he hopes he’ll get the chance to see you then.
That didn’t stop you two from texting each other nonstop, especially now that you had his number. At first you were hesitant, not wanting to come off as too clingy or obsessive, but with every passing day and text exchanged between the two of you, that quickly wore off. It helped that Atsumu always returned your enthusiastic energy and reciprocated the eager itch you felt in your fingers.
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typing... | miya atsumu
After a drunken night with your friends, the last thing you expect to wake up to is Miya Atsumu in your DMs.
miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+
warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, atsumu, mutual masturbation
wc: 3.7k
A/N: ty to local atsumu fucker and my baeta @atsumuse for once again coming in clutch and making sure atsumu isn’t the bumbling idiot i headcanon him as!!
find part two, message delivered, here!
Saturdays are for two things: the girls and indulgence. When you work hard, you deserve to play hard, right? At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re four shots deep, dancing like an idiot to some up and coming pop musician in the living room of your best friend’s house.
One of your friends calls your name from the kitchen, where she’s munching on some chips and salsa. “Didn’t you say you had a new boy toy obsession? Let’s hear about him!”
Laughing, you twist open a water bottle and take a long gulp. Something so simple as water tastes like nectar of the gods when you’ve been drinking nothing but liquid fire all night. “You know that volleyball team I follow?”
“The coyotes or whatever?” Your best friend pipes up, lying down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.
“Black Jackals, but close enough. Yeah, well, I’m kinda over Bokuto—the owl-looking guy—now and I’ve been crushing hard on his teammate. Here, check him out.” You pull up Miya Atsumu’s instagram page, spinning your phone around to show your friends.
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It’s New Year’s Eve in the Team Japan house and while everyone else is in the living room partying and anticipating the stroke of midnight, you’re in Suna’s bedroom, writhing under the weight of his body, trembling and whining through your orgasm—was it the third? Fourth? You’ve completely lost count at this point.
“One more, sweetheart.” Suna glances at the clock on his nightstand. 11:59 PM. Perfect. He thrusts into you, fast and unrelenting, putting all his strength into making your walls clench around him.
Over the sound of your heart pounding and the involuntary noises falling from your lips, you can hear his teammates chattering and yelling loudly over the tv playing in the background.
“When it hits midnight—nghhh, fuck—you’re gonna cum for me, got it?”
“G-got it.” As if on cue, the men start screaming the countdown to the new year, and unbeknownst to them, the countdown to your first orgasm of 2021.
“5!”—Suna fucks into you, impossibly deeper, hammering away at the spot that’s made you gush all over his cock all night.
“4!”—”You love this big fat cock, don’t you?”
“3!”—You whine and grind up against Suna, you’re so close, so greedy for another release. “You love getting stuffed full like this, look at this greedy little pussy sucking me in.”
“2!”—He grunts and clenches his teeth, he’s close. ”Fuck, it’s so tight, you can do it, baby, that’s it, just like that, just like that.”
“1!”—“Now. Cum.” Loud yelling and the sounds of party horns blare loudly, masking the sound of your screams as you come undone underneath Suna, creaming around his cock and shaking as he groans and milks his cock inside you.
With a satisfied sigh, Suna leans over, sweaty and panting, and presses a gentle kiss to your head.
”Happy new year, sweetheart.”
#fly high hinata
hey im new here does hinata live at the end of hq?
during the olympics oikawa spikes a ball directly into his head using his full force, killing him instantly.
captain oikawa takes full advantage of the sweet pining lil crush little cheerleader you have on him. it’s like the universe wanted this right? the handsome captain of the volleyball team with his own personal cheerleader.
abuse... of power... make me... cower... (omg i tried so hard to rhyme there forgive me)
nsfwish, fem reader, manipulation-y?, nothing too crazy, just oikawa being slimy
“oi- oikawa-san!”
there it is; your beautiful, little voice. it’s become a ritual, to hear your footsteps come up behind him before he can enter the gym.
“hey.” he smiles down at you when he turns. you’re dressed in your little cheerleading outfit, hair put up and tied with teal bows.
“oikawa-san...” your cheeks are dusted with a blush. “i’ll be- i’ll be cheering for you today; extra loud, too.”
“you will?” he pats the back of his head. “that would make me very happy... you’re like my good luck charm, you know?”
“i am?”
“of course you are.” he comes to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “tell you what, if we win tonight... why don’t you come meet me behind the gym? i’ll take you out somewhere. deal?”
that light dust of blush is dark now. you look like you’re about to combust. ah, what a sweet, little girl you are.
“d- deal!” you grin so wide. “i know you won’t lose, oikawa-san!”
and they don’t; seijoh never loses.
in all honesty, the cheers get muddled after a while; he can’t tell which voice from which, but of course he tells you he could hear you loud and clear.
“you could?” you pull his jacket tighter over your shoulders.
“of course!” he laughs, his breath becoming steam in the cold air. “it was cute.”
you blush, looking up at the sky for a moment. “um, where are we going, oikawa-san?”
“my place.” he throws and arm around you. “you don’t mind, do you?”
“oh, of course not!”
of course you don’t.
he lets you inside his house first, looking at those pretty little legs beneath your skirt. his jacket hangs over you as he leads you to his room, watching you get all flustered.
“here, come sit.” he pats his thigh as he settles himself on the floor.
“on your- your lap?”
“yeah? where else?”
you do as he says, still wrapped up in his jacket. your back is to his chest, and his arms snake around you to hold you.
“oi- oikawa-san, there’s something i need to tell you.”
“you can call me tooru, you know.”
“tooru...” you’re so quiet. “i... i like you a lot, tooru.”
“you do?” he fakes a gasp.
“y- yeah...”
“well, what if i told you...” he places his lips right over your ear. “that i like you, too.”
you turn to look at him. “really?”
“of course.” a smooth smile finds his face. “you’re the prettiest girl on the cheer team, after all.”
“that’s- that’s not true...”
god, the insecure ones are the best.
“don’t say that,” he chuckles. “you’re the prettiest girl in the entire school...”
his hands move to stroke your skin.
“oh, oikawa-- tooru-san... there’s a lot of girls that are way prettier... at our school...”
“don’t be like that... do i have to show you how beautiful you are?”
“you- you think i’m beautiful?”
he has one hand coming beneath your cheer skirt, the other hovering above your breast. what he really wants to say is that you’re fuckable, but girls like you need an extra kick if he’s ever gonna get between your legs.
hi !! congrats on 2k!!!! you deserve it! for the event can i get sakusa + choking? with anything else you might want to add in there! thank you and pls take care of yourself <3
hi ren!!! omg tysm 💘 ur such a huge inspo to me!! <3 and yes i went for yander and noncon too, hope u like it !
sakusa kyoomi x fem! reader [haikyuu]
wordcount: 700
tw/ choking, toxic relationships, yandere, noncon.
“Where were you?”
You frooze. Sakusa stood silently in the dark hallway with a growing glare on his face.
“I was out with friends, I am sorry I came home a little late.”
“A little?” he walked into the living, the frown much more prominent under the white lights. “You didn’t call, text, nothing.” his tone was grave, he was beyond pissed and he had every right to be. You were gone for such a long time.
“My phone died.”
“Your phone died?” he pulled his smartphone out of his pockets and dialed your number. A tiny groan left his lips when your phone started ringing.
“I-I can explain!”
Dating Sakusa was...difficult. He wasn’t like other men, he was a lot harder to manage. At first, you thought the only obstacles which would come with dating him would be his germophobia. You expected that he would ask you to take more baths and clean more often. And you were okay with it, besides it was a good practice for you too. But soon, it was clear the entire relationship was a red flag.
“Who were you out with?” Sakusa asked, his voice lower and filled with dread. “I was just out with Sakura, you can even ask her! I was with her all the time.”
Sakusa was a little, a lot possessive. He did not like you going out of the house, he did not like you talking to people other than him. He was fixed on you. Sometimes he treated you more like his little child rather than his girlfriend.
He uttered your name shutting you up. He walked in closer and you took a step back. Sakusa’s eyes were darker and they held a hateful glint, he looked angry and disappointed.
“Stop running away from me!” he threw his arm out, wrapping it around your delicate neck. Pushing you against the cold wall, he held you there while he towered over you.
He looked down at you viciously, he vexxed eyes never leaving you for a second.
Your hands automatically shot up, grabbing his, trying to push his heavy grip away.
“You are making a fool out of yourself, stop.” he commanded but you continued to fight anyways. Sakusa chose to ignore you as he tightened his grips around your neck,
“Why do you always have to do this? You can just fucking listen to me! I hate it when you don’t. I told you not to go out with that whore, I don’t trust her. Why don’t you ever listen to me dammit!”
For some reason, Sakusa was obsessed with the idea that your best friend since your childhood was a slut. He never liked her and insisted you stay away from her but there was no way you could actually do that to your sister-like best friend.
He clicked his tongue. “There’s so much I need to tell you,” he groaned. “But now...It’s not the time.”
Since you refused to look up at him, you were able to catch a view of his sweats and his rock hard cock which was pressed against the cotton fabric.
“I was so lonely when you left,” he almost moaned in your ear, increasing his grip on your neck even more. You felt like you were going to pass out. His other hand snaked down to his crotch, palming his erection. “You should not have done that.” He rasped in your ear.
He lets go of your neck and pushes you onto the couch. You take a deep breath before speaking. You already know what’s coming to you but yet you ask,
“If...I- I say no, will you stop?”
Sakusa looks at you for a second, giving you a fixed look. You take it as a no.
He rips off your dress and shoves your panties aside.
“Why would you wear that skimpy dress if you weren’t looking to get fucked? Won’t be surprised if this cunt is already used.” He shoves a finger into your hole and you gasp.
Sakusa scoffs, “Guess not.”
He plays with your pussy for a moment before lining his fat length to your tiny hole. With minimum prep he pushes his cock past your hole, tearing you into two. You cry at the pain as he defiles.
Sakusa has a lot to do to you tonight, but he’d like to start with getting his dick wet.
(I’m also a mid/chubster, don’t worry we look great, espy in stockings) Could write Dabi’s darling not being scared anymore but angry and fighting? And then Dabi puts a collar with a little bell on them and calls them his feisty little kitty and suddenly they are all quit, blush and stare at the floor and this is how he finds out the are heavily into petplay and become super docile/tamed with a collar on?
♡ My Kitty ♡
I loved writing this 💕 There’s slight sexual tension in this so be aware!!! Also a possible hint towards my next Dabi fic 👀👀
“Stop it! Get off of m-me!” You try hopelessly to get Dabi off from on top of you. You’re failing. You can barely move. Dabi’s sitting on your hips, you can’t kick him. You try to push him away with your arms but he’s much stronger than you.
You can feel Dabi put some type of chocker on you. Clipping in on in the back. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it” Dabi says pulling on the chocker around your neck with what feels like a leash of some sort. Did he put a fucking collar on you? You can’t believe him!
You claw at the collar around your neck, half because you don’t want it on and half because you don’t want to admit to your kidnapper that you’ve always wanted to be on a leash. “You’re not gonna be able to get it off, princess” Dabi says, tying the long leash to the bed board.
“Don’t worry, baby, it’s long enough so you can move around the room. I just gotta make sure you don’t try to run away, again” Dabi emphasizes the ‘again’ part of his sentence. You only look down in embarrassment, moving your hands away from from the collar. The bell on it jingling as you do so.
The collar’s admittedly cute. It’s pink with a bow, hanging from the bow is a large silver bell. The collar looks like a large cat collar. “What? What’s with that face?” Dabi asks, you don’t answer, only looking at the ground with a pout on your face. “Answer me” Dabi says, slightly stricter tone in his voice. You shake your head stubbornly. Dabi slightly tugs on a part of the leash to get your attention.
You let out a sudden yelp at your neck being tugged on through the leash. “Aww, do you like this, babygirl?” Dabi coos, how could he tell! On second thought, Dabi knew everything about your behavior and the way you thought.
You think for a moment before hesitantly nodding at Dabi’s words. You can see Dabi’s face erupt into an ear to ear smile. He tugs on the leash once again, harder this time, causing you to fall forward onto him. Dabi only picks up your face, forcing a kiss onto you. You let out a yelp when his slightly bites your bottom lip.
“Where’d that fighting spirit go? If you like this, wait until the cat ears and tail arrive” You widen your eyes at Dabi’s teasing. He can’t be serious! Now that he knows you like this kind of stuff, he’s never going to let out out of this. “Maybe, I’ll even get my kitty a cage”
playing call of duty on 6′4″ fuckboy suna’s lap as he lazily fingers you, calls you trash and criticizes your plays
this broke my heart 😭 can i please be added to the taglist? ty!! 💗
Chapter 3
sypnosis: you and your boyfriend, Bokuto had a fight the day before the training camp in Tokyo and it was all because of a girl carrying rumors that left the both of you in bad terms. Will the ace and the manager immediately resolve this issue, or will they keep it that way until for who knows when?
✦ genre: angst, fluff
✦ word count: 3.7k
✦ warnings: reader’s heartbreak
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chapter 2…
Bokuto released a deep sigh, blaming himself for every stupid thing he’s done to you. “I fucking hate myself.” He holds his hips as he scrunched his eyebrows in distress. You would always laugh at his craziness and he’d even do it deliberately if it makes you happy. Out of each of them, this could be the stupidest and the saddest one yet.
“You reap what you sow.” Aiko stated and grabs her phone to check the time. “And you better get ready for tomorrow.”
That’s enough scolding for someone who already admits their fault.
He pouts, his eyes full of hope. “Is y/n-chan going to be there?”
“She’s not coming.”
DAY ONE: Training Camp
The night breaks into dawn. It was serene and the weather was perfect for the start of the training camp. People are snuggled into bed, still in slumber, and yet the volleyball clubs from different schools are already on their way to spend the week fortifying themselves.
Coach Yamiji speaks entirely of pure motivation to keep Fukurodani at their greatest forms. He had always encouraged them right before they showcase their willpower on the court.
However, the coach’s word doesn’t seem to be effective on the ace. All of them are steeled except for him. Bokuto stands beside his teammates, in a deep trance. He was unusually quiet for some reason, and it concerned the whole volleyball club.
Also, it was too early for him to be in his emo mode. Unless something or someone had provoked him to be that way.
But this wasn’t his typical emo mode either.
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part 1: “you wanna see daddy’s cock? yeah, you miss it already, don’t you?”
you nod eagerly, suddenly feeling shy about how desperate you are. atsumu can tell from the flush spreading across your face and the way you suck on your bottom lip.
“my little girl,” he groans. you can see his arm moving faster and you see his face for only another moment before he switches to the back camera. “stick that tongue out for me,” he breathes. the waistband of his uniform shorts lays halfway down his thick, chiseled thighs, his legs outstretched in front of him as he sloppily strokes himself. he spits into his hand and you can hear the wet sounds, the lewd, shameless panting. “fuck.”
you do as you’re told, looking straight into the camera with your tongue out, purposely letting a little drool run down. he moans and the loud squelching sounds get faster, his technique gets messier. you can feel your pussy drooling, squeezing your thighs together, desperate for friction. desperate for him.
“look at it, sweetheart. don’t be shy. look at daddy’s cock,” he groans out. “god, my little girl is so slutty for me, yeah, just look at me, watch me cum for you baby, that’s it – getting close.”
you can’t help the little noise you make when he says that. his accent, the commanding tone of his voice and the sight of him fisting his cock to the sight of your face is all too much. “yes, daddy,” is all you can manage, sucking on your lip again, blinking innocently at him through the camera.
“good girl – oh fuck, fuck, good girl!” he hitches his jersey up to expose his stomach and chest, brings the camera in closer so you can watch his tip glisten and disappear into his fist as he twists his hand around it just like you do. “gonna cum for you baby.”
the muscles in his thighs twitch and his hips buck into his fist as he comes undone with a satisfied groan, cock twitching uncontrollably, cum covering the dips of his abs and the hem of his black and yellow jersey.
switching back to the front camera, he drags his tongue along his lips and looks back at you with a sly grin. his eyes are sleepy and narrowed, his gaze alone making you throb. “bet you’re nice and wet for me now, aren’t you? show daddy, little girl. let me see how you touch yourself. go on.”
we need to talk about the way atsumu teases you over facetime when he’s away at an important game.
you’re surprised to see him in a hotel bed, looking up at the camera with half-lidded eyes and a smirk. “hi, sweetheart.”
“’tsumu!!” you beam at him, waving into the camera. he looks… tired?
he exhales heavily and his eyes shut briefly at the sound of your voice. it takes a second for you to realize, cocking your head to the side and focusing on the sight of him before it dawns on you.
“a-atsumu… are you…?” you purposely trail off, eyes widening as the question spurs him on, groaning. you can see his shoulder moving, the trajectory of the repetitive movements making it very clear. he is.
“yeah, baby, i sure am,” he confirms, panting, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “was thinking of you and – nggghh… had to see your pretty face to get off.”
he’s still in his uniform and you can see how sweaty he is from his game. “we won so – fuck – i wanted to see my little girl.” he continues pumping his cock, looking into your lust-blown eyes, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth as he grazes over his sensitive head.
“you wanna see daddy’s cock? yeah, you miss it already, don’t you?”
part 2
— aheago faces (hcs)
req : I’m a big fan, I was hoping you could do headcannons for Atsumu, Suna, and Oikawa reacting to their girl making aheago faces when they’re about to cum?! I don’t know if that’s too much but thank you - anon
jj’s notice : sexc idea thank u thank u <3
The vibrations of your moans shook your thighs in Atsumu’s hold, back arching beautifully off of his silk sheets as he leaned over you
“‘So pretty,” he murmured as he watched your tongue slip past your lips, hips slamming rough into your ass, it stung but that pain couldn’t compare to the heavy feeling in your stomach
Soon, you saw double of your bleach blonde boyfriend, eyes crossing as he rammed his cock into just the right spot
“Oh-” your nails raked down his forearms, legs going limp in his grasp, your pussy fluttering against his dick as you reached a euphoric high that none of your other boyfriends could even dream of giving you
“Mmm, you could be a model with that face baby,” he whispered in your ear, lapping at your earlobe gently and resisting the urge to chuckle at the harsh convulsions your body was letting out
The mirror placed in front of your bed was so close that your pants had made it a little foggy, lusty eyes never daring to leave Suna as he pounded your cunt from behind
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he placed a firm palm against your hips, keeping them steady and putting a halt to your desperate grinding
“Quit backing up onto me, I know how to fuck you properly,” he murmured, abs flexing ever so slightly under his tight compression shirt
Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, Suna’s gaze fixated on the way you were panting like a bitch in heat, but fuck you never looked better
“Look at that face,” he forced you up towards him by your hair, squeezing your hot cheeks with a hand. “You can only make that fucking face for me, got that? Hm? That’s only for me to see.”
It was nights like these where Oikawa knew he had been blessed with you, nights where you’d ride all the way up to the tip and slam back down with intentions of making your pretty little hole cum around him
“Hah,” he groaned out, throwing his head back as you tightened around him purposely. Originally, he was gonna slap a hand down on your ass for it, but instead he snaked a hand up the valley of your tits and rested his hand around your throat. “Shhh, open up for me baby.”
Tears of pleasure streamed past your cheeks, dripping down his wrist as you stuck your tongue out like a good girl. His thumb pressed gently against it, a pile of spit falling onto his thighs as you picked up your pace
“Fuck fuck fuck!” You screamed out, your entire body clenching as Tooru began thrusting up into you. At some point, you weren’t sure when, your eyes had remained crossed at the feeling of being stuffed full
You could tell that he was close, that was when he started rambling. “God, such a lewd face, you’re the prettiest little thing in the fucking world. That’s a promise. You know that? God, just like that, keep sticking that tongue out.”
it's always the bad ones that are attractive as hell
sakusa kiyoomi will subconsciously pull you closer when you’re sleeping next to him—even when he’s asleep. he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and breathe in your scent, because to him, you smell like home.