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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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fantasising about werewolf! bakugo, who—unbeknownst to you—has spent majority of your friendship secretly grooming you into accepting your fated role as his bondmate.

fem! reader, 18+, werewolf! bakugo, human! reader, friends to lovers, bondmates, hidden feelings, pining, mutual pining, possessiveness, making out, masturbation, dry humping, dubcon

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it starts with a touch.

it’s a gentle brush of his fingers to your elbow, one day, grip tightening around the bend of your joint as he steadies your balance. clumsily, you’d somehow managed to trip over your own feet, stumbling into the open threshold of his apartment, your forehead dangerously close to colliding with the warmth of his chest. admittedly, you are a tad dismayed when he’s able to save you the shame of face-planting the very comfortable-looking space between his pecs, the broad muscles hidden beneath the stretch of fabric that you recognise to be his favourite band t-shirt. you choose to pointedly ignore the bout of disappointment that settles at the back of your throat when he straightens you upright, grunting something indecipherable under the heat of his breath as he kicks the door shut behind you. you follow him into the comfort of his apartment, but whilst you’re free to ogle at the shape of his back as he leads you into the living room, you’re blind to the way that he forcibly hides the smug curl of the corners of his mouth with a twitch of his lips.

over time, his touches become more frequent.

again, you’re oblivious to the way that there’s a deliberate brush of his fingers whenever he’s passing you the remote, eyes already gluing themselves to the television, missing the brief flash of irritation that gleams the colour of his own crimson. there’s a press of his shoulder when the two of you are invited over to a movie night at kirishima’s, a group of five crammed onto a second-hand settee that was made for two. he’s purposeful in the way that the warmth of him is almost fire-like when his skin touches yours, but again, he’s humbled, for you bare no visible signs of reacting, too busy giggling along to something stupidly un-funny that shitty hair has spouted. the redhead can’t fathom as to why bakugo spends majority of the evening glaring scornfully at the side of his face when he should be focusing on the movie instead.

but, eventually, there comes a time when you start to lean into the palm of his hand when he’s grabbing at your bicep to tug you inside whenever you appear at his doorstep, and it leaves him feeling smug when you coo about how warm he is. he’s surprised, yet satisfied when you even go as far as to slug your feet onto his lap when the two of you collapse onto the settee after sharing a meal one evening, expelling a happy hum from the back of your throat when the pad of his thumb kneads at your heel.

after this, tactfully, he switches to scent.

it isn’t obvious, he doesn’t think, the way that he greedily inhales when you greet him at the door when he stops by after a late-night patrol. except, maybe it is, because he swears that it’s taking you a tad longer than usual to lock the door shut behind him. your scent sits on the tip of his tongue as he stands in the middle of your living room, watching as you disappear into the kitchen to flick the kettle on. momentarily alone, that wild part of him is frantic, forcing his nostrils to flare, a low groan bubbling in the pit of his stomach as his ribs expand to accommodate the stretch of his lungs as he eagerly breathes you in. it’s overwhelming, the sweetness of your scent that clings to all four corners of the room, and bakugo can do nothing as it entices a longing that coils deep in his stomach when you return from the kitchen—two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand—his eyes snapping towards the column of your throat.

there, bakugo just knows that you smell the sweetest, the gleam of his stare narrowing in on the very space where he, primeval beast that he is, aches to embed his canines into. his gums itch, threatening to do just that, and he forces himself to swallow down the urge around a scalding mouthful of hot chocolate.

it’s just after this when he starts to realise that although your scent is very much you, it is his own that he often catches latching into the strands of your hair, or seeping into the threads of your clothes. you don’t notice, of course, the way it drives him feral when you steal a well-worn hoodie of his, the fabric draping over your shoulders as it’s too large for your frame. he insists that you keep the hoodie for yourself, mumbling an excuse about how he no longer wears it (he’s lying—the fabric is saturated in his scent), a gluttonous instinct of his now placated when you agree easily—happily, he thinks— slipping the fabric over your head. you’re enshrouded by a bubble that tastes of his musk, and the fire that singes the blood in his veins is one that he can’t get rid of, even when he desperately fucks his cock into the palm of his fist later that night.

eventually, torment has him resorting to sound.

the beat of your pulse is one that bakugo has long memorised, ingrained into the very makings of his own dna. it’s usually a throb that dulls in the background, his instincts latching onto the sound even if he’s busy acting as if he can’t hear each steady inhale that is drawn between the very lips that he struggles to refrain from gawking at each day. it’s a task, one that takes months to perfect, especially when he has to learn that not every spike of your pulse is a cause for alarm.

but, somehow, the gentle thud, thud, thud that he becomes accustomed to has morphed. he’s not entirely sure when it happens, but almost a year has passed since the two of you became friends, and one day, he notices. you’ve invaded the private space of his home once again, only, this time, you’re lazily sprawled across his bed, tittering away to yourself when you make a joke about how his hero name should’ve been ‘boomshakala’. he’s swearing at you, shoving the flat of his foot against your hip, and although there’s no malice in his actions—his grin is far too wide for someone who does a very good job at being angry all of the time—there’s a tiny noise choked out from the back of your throat.

t-thump-thump-th-thump.

there, he thinks, is the spike of your pulse, again. it’s fluttering, uneven as you peer at him, mouth frozen on the shape of an exclaim that isn’t voiced. you’re staring at him, wide eyed—mortified—because did you just moan?

he’s still, watching you, the glower of crimson tainted by a molten heat that bleeds into his irises, and you find that you can’t look away. he looks hungry—starved—and you dare to think that maybe there’s a small chance that he—

he’s on to you.

literally.

you aren’t able to finish that final thought, because now he’s shoving, pressing you to the mattress, looming over you as he pins you still with the weight of his hips, grinning a smile that is all teeth and little else. you’re gawking up at him, a little wide eyed, dazed as your lips part, wetted by a flick of your tongue. unabashed, bakugo has decided that he cares very little for being inconspicuous, and now, he blatantly stares at the way you lick your lips, his own tongue wiggling from out of his mouth to mirror your actions.

and holy fuck, does he have fangs?!

you suppose that you ought to be terrified—because you’re definitely confused—and yet, suddenly, bakugo’s senses are overwhelmed by the existence of your very present arousal. the musky scent is dulled by your hesitation, your fingers, soft and pliant, wedged between the crooks of his own. but where your legs are hooked around the width of his waist, he can feel the way that your clit has begun to throb wantonly as you murmur his name so breathily that he’d’ve failed to hear the syllables—broken on the shape of another moan—if not for the fact that his sense of hearing far surpasses that of a human being. there’s a perspiration that has built on the nape of his neck, and he’s sure that you can feel the way that his cock has engorged, flooded with blood that surges south when you allow him to curl a possessive hand around the width of your pretty little neck.

‘you’re mine,’ he snaps, leaning close enough to catch the stutter of your breath on the curve of his cheek, leaning to tongue over the seam of your lips before you can reply.

bakugo was right. you do taste sweet. sweeter than he’d imagined, too. you’re gasping, the fragile skin of your throat jumping as your pulse quickens, and to his surprise, you’re keeping up with the repeated press of his lips, returning his affections with as much fervour as he’s giving. your fingers are twisting into the shock of blonde that rests atop his skull, and a stroke of his groin to yours has you choking, pulling on the strands with a sharp tug. in turn, bakugo snarls, lips tearing from the shape of yours, teeth dragging along the length of your neck. again, he was right, because here, your scent is as sweet as your taste.

‘tell me you’re mine,’ he demands, desperate as he ruts against you. he groans, the pitch low before it catches on a keen that has your toes curling within the confides of your socks. dizzied by how quickly he’s rendered you into nothing but putty, you’re unable to voice your surprise when the tips of his fangs catch on the dip of your collarbone.

things are moving quickly—too quickly, you should think—and yet you’re just as desperate as he, seeking friction as your hips roll to meet his.

‘say it,’ he’s all but begging, breath hot on your skin as it tickles its way down the shell of your ear. pinned beneath him, you shiver, and he huffs, seemingly upset by your silence. ‘say it—say you’re mine.’

his teeth actually nip at the jut of your jaw, and you cry out, mildly incredulous and incredibly turned on.

‘y-yours,’ you relent, gasping, moaning sweetly into the meat of his shoulder. ‘all yours.’ sated by your promise, he listens to the rapid thump of your pulse, the sound almost deafening at it strums at your clit, increasing in tempo when the hard lines of his cock nudges once, twice, thrice, accompanied by the scratch of his canines at the crook of which your neck meets your shoulder.

there, he decides, is where you’ll wear his mark.

pride has his blood stirring, his nostrils flaring as he devours the scent of you—whom he can now finally claim as his own. his lips curl around the shape of a smirk, and he sneers one word against the beat of your jugular.

mine.

you have no idea what you’ve just agreed to.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #werewolf! bakugo #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader

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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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bakugo x f!reader • nsfw

bakugo is the type to actually get mad when you don't kiss him back while he's fucking you. and it's not even that it's a conscious choice you're making to piss him off. he's just pleasing you so well that you can't even think, let alone control your moans enough so you can kiss him back.

his cock is pounding into you so good, making you moan and whimper with every thrust, hitting every spot that makes you melt. his body is pressing against yours, pinning you down underneath him so all you can do is lay there and take it.

he's kissing you nice and sloppy, but still full of love and most of all possessiveness. he's licking into your mouth, hungry for more and admittedly selfish enough to just keep taking what he wants.

but when your head drops back, mouth going slack as you let out more sounds, he feels proud and smug that he's making you feel good, of course, but another more carnal part of him is mad that you're depriving him of what he wants, what he needs.

he'll practically growl at you, grabbing your face with a big hand, forcing you to look at him, your eyes basically rolling back.

"don't make me have to ask. be a good girl and kiss me back."

#bakugo #bakugo x reader #bakugo thirst #bakugo smut

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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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leaving love bites on u 💜 minors dni ty

aka i have a huge thing for baji and his fangs 🥺

ft: baji, chifuyu, mikey (idk how he weaseled in)

warnings: biting/marking lol, blood mention, possessiveness, reader is gn but dress/skirt mention, all the boys are timeskip

baji likes to bite and mark u everywhere. seriously, everywhere!! this isn’t just for your body either, it’s for places. he’ll mark u in the pet shop behind the counter, at a restaurant, amusement park, u name it and baji is there biting and sucking away <3 especially since u told him u love his lil fangs! he suckles hickeys into your neck all time, littering your collarbone with them as well. kissing ur hand turns into nibbling on your fingers. its not a secret that u biting him back turns him on, especially if it’s his finger or thumb that somehow found its way into ur mouth. if ur fucking, hes a little harsher, sinking his teeth into ur shoulder blade and lapping at the lil pricks of blood <3 honestly, the marking has become so distracting chifuyu and kazutora have asked him to ease up. he can’t help it, he just thinks ur so pretty all marked up and all his!!

cutie pie chifuyu only marks you in places u can hide, but he marks them all over. your chest, your stomach, your back, thighs, are covered with chifuyu’s hickeys. fuyu is actually pretty possessive over u, but would be very embarrassed if any of his friends called him out on it. he cant deny the way his heart races when he sees u wearing clothes u normally would knowing his handy work is underneath. he can’t wait to take those pesky garments off and give u some fresh marks <3

bonten!mikey likes to bite u in places that are juuuust barely hidden. as much as he would love to show them off, since you are his and his only, he finds it more thrilling this way. if u were to stretch, shirt pulling up, u can just barely see the bruised skin underneath. if u were wearing a skirt/dress and bent down, his mark would be there too, just barely visible on the back of your thigh. it's sort of a game for him! he loves the awkward coughs and throat clears when a glimpse of your pretty purple flesh catches the eye of one of his subordinates. where should he mark next?

#pibby writing #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers smut #baji smut #chifuyu smut #mikey smut #manjiro x y/n #baji x y/n #chifuyu x you

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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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his veiny hands were crossed on top of each other, locked tightly around your precious figure as he buries his face deeply in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to engulf himself in your scent. he tries his best to still his breath while trailing kisses on both your shoulders, delighted by your pretty whines and gentle shudders from his touch. you moan from his pumping cock, milking him dry and leaving your hole leaking sloppily with his cum, just the way he likes it. you felt so marked, so belonged, so perfect in his armsーyet every now and then his fingers wrap around yours as he bring them to his lips, eyes sparkling with a playful glint.

“so does this make you mine now?” he asks, audaciously, carefully thumbing your wet cheek. his eyes were steadily locked on yours as he slowly increases his pace, already euphoric at the sight of your trembling lips struggling to contain your sobs. " y-yes," you'd cry out, already tired and longing for his sweet, sweet hugs and praises. "yours, i'm all yours baby," you babble on, finally creaming all over his cock at the sound of his low groans.

MATSUKAWA, suna, kirishima, hirugami, MIYA TWINS, kuroo, getou, megumi, BAKUGO, hinata

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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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cw: fem!reader. fingering, overstimulation. soft and sweet because i'm in the mood. lots of baby 'n pretty girl 'n good girl.

⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ hinata thinks you're the prettiest thing in the world <3

hinata shoyo who holds you in his lap, between his legs with one of yours hooked over his thigh — one arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you up close to him every time you fall back, every time you slump onto him, lost in the ecstasy of how he makes you feel.

"baby," he coos, fingers wet and soaked with your slick as he digs them into your cunt, tight and fluttering around his digits with the effect of your orgasm.

every time he flicks his thumb against your clit, you jerk in his arms and let out a gasp that has his smile stretching wider across his pretty face, and he pushes his fingers deeper into you, knuckles disappearing between the folds of your cunt.

"pretty, pretty girl." he hums, closing the small distance between your lips in a kiss. you moan into his mouth, and he feels himself get harder at how the sweet sound falls into his throat.

you're so beautiful like this — the swells of your chest glow in the low light, the sheen of sweat that's gathered on your body making you look ethereal, gorgeous, naked and at his behest, sitting pliant between his legs.

"'s too much, shoyo," you whimper, shaking your head, but he just nudges your face back towards his, and takes you back into the kiss, biting on your lower lip and letting out a sigh. "take it, baby."

"no, i can't," you mumble into his mouth, and he laughs, places a kiss on the corner of your mouth, on your cheek, on your jaw, leaves a smatter of wet kisses over the side of your neck. "you can. in fact, you want more, baby. look how wet you are, look how you're eating my fingers up."

"i — i need your cock," you say, and he feels himself get hot under the feel of your heavy breathing in his hair, as he presses more kisses to the underside of your jaw. "need your cock, shoyo, already came twice on your fingers."

you shake your head again, and he clicks his tongue before nipping at the flushed, sensitive skin of your throat. "one more. cum one more time on my fingers 'n you can have my cock."

"please," you whine, and he just adores how he can softly, slowly drive you drunk and desperate over him, so he just laughs again and twists his face aside to take a lungful of your skin, inhaling the faint smell of your shampoo and your sweat from the space behind your ear. "one more, just one more, baby. come on, you can do it. for me."

and you nod, too fucked out on just two of his fingers and too needy for his cock that you can't find it in yourself to beg or argue. he smiles, eyes shimmering gleefully as he kisses you again. "good girl."

#☆༉ rekha™#☆༉ ferveloqui.#hinata shoyo smut #hinata smut #hinata x reader #haikyuu x reader

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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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— 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 : hinata shoyo

cw: smut. minors do not interact. fem bodied reader. use of a vibrator, overstimulation, a little dacryphilia. shoyo do this to me please.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ shoyo thinks you're just too fucking pretty.

hinata has his arm wrapped around your waist, fingers tracing gentle circles over your stomach as he pulls your legs apart, saying nothing because he knows everything is displayed in the intense gaze he has on you.

the vibrator is humming, set somewhere close to maximum, and he’s rubbing the head of it on your clit with a pace that’s so fast it has you flying into the stars and the sky within minutes - and he’s not stopping.

you’re letting out moans and whimpers, the pitch of your voice so high with pleasure and pain mixed in, squirming in his grasp even though you know he’s not going to relent any time soon.

as soon as he noticed the stress, the tension and the wear that was blanketing you, he'd pulled you away from what you were doing, setting you between his legs and pulling the toy out.

he's going to have you running through multiple orgasms, head full of nothing but hazy pleasure, before he lets you go. "relax, baby."

this is what you get for working yourself too hard, you suppose — your knees twitch when he dips the bud between your folds a little.

he’s watching every inch of your face. he lives to see your cheeks all flushed, your eyes losing focus and your mouth opening to gasp and whine with what he’s doing to you.

“sho, sho,” you pant prettily, head lolling to a side as you try to catch the glint in his bright eyes. “please—”

as soon as he hears the word, he pinches your perked nipple that he was carressing earlier, shutting you up. you jerk at the touch, moaning as your back arches with another orgasm.

"shhh." no, he’s not going to stop, not going to give you a break.

and as you try to pull away, he lets out a small hum of disapproval, tightening the arm he has around you and nudging your legs even further apart.

but you can’t help it, you go over the edge and beyond, spilling out random syllables for him to hear, hoping it’ll make sense.

“please, please . . . shoyo — shoyo! please, please, stop—”

he takes your lips in his for a second, swallowing your helpless moan, before disconnecting with a wet pop.

he loves what he can do to you, loves the beautiful sounds you make, the tears that come into your eyes when he presses the toy harder against your sensitive spots.

he adores how your toes curl, how your thighs twitch and how you shake against his hold. it’s beautiful, your face lined with pearly tears, lips swollen with the kisses he lands on them every now and then.

the vibrator buzzes continually, the noise getting muffled as he buries the thing in your cunt before pulling it out again, wet with your arousal as he slaps it against your clit again.

you're moaning again, clutching his bicep and trying to push him away — and then, when your eyes meet again, he finally snaps out of that fervent trance he's in, and gives you that signature happy-go-lucky grin. "you're so pretty, baby."

#hinata smut #hinata shoyo smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata headcanons #hinata drabbles #haikyuu x you #hinata imagines

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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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missing you so bad

cw: fem!reader. some talk abt cockwarming and oral sex. and then it's just sex over a table. if this is messy then, no it isn't.

⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ shoyo's been waiting for you to finish your work for a while now, and his patience is running thin.

hinata sits on the sofa on the other end of the room, watching you arch your back further as you lean closer to your laptop, reading off the screen under your breath.

he's got the waistband of his shorts snapped below his hips, cock hard and leaky against his bare stomach as he traces the tip with one finger, the way you would do it — slow, feather-light touches, deliberately teasing.

but of course, it's not enough. he needs you.

however, it's only after hours of his begging that you've even bothered to push your chair out of the way, telling him that you need only five more minutes, and you'll be done with whatever work you're doing.

it's been seven minutes now, and you just won't quit and come fuck him the way he's been asking you to for so long, and he cant wait anymore.

his cock's aching to feel you around him, and he wants to fill you all up with his cum. you're off your chair now, and he's staring at your ass, curved so pretty against the silky shorts you've got on.

"baby," he calls, testing out his plan. his voice comes out in a whine, but he doesn't care — he's been waiting too long to care. "come sit on my cock?"

"two more minutes, sho." you mumble absently, not even turning around to glance at him.

his eyebrows knit together in frustration, and with another desperate drag of his fist around his cock, he gets up.

walking over to you, he snakes a hand out and grabs your waist, where you're bent over with your elbows against the desk as you continue typing, and pulls you back a little so your ass is pressed against his cock.

he grinds against you, throwing his head back and letting out a tight, discontent groan. "please, i need you. been waiting so long."

"mhm," your tone gives in just a little, and his eyes brighten, smile arriving to stretch across his pretty face, as he bends down and presses his chest onto your back.

"shoyo," you still defy him, nudging away his face when he brings his lips closer to your ear. "i'm almost done, i promise. then i'll suck you off like i know you love."

"lying." he mumbles, half playful, half serious. "you're not gonna."

you shift a little in his hold, trying to get him to let go, but he latches on tighter. "i'll just have to take you like this."

one of his hands is resting against the small of your back, and it dips over the curve of your ass, goes past, and his palm settles against your cunt, perfect between your legs, over the fabric of your shorts.

he thinks of landing a harsh slap on the inviting flesh, but he decides to save it. for later.

so instead, he slots his hand comfortably around you, and you flinch when he squeezes, persistent and urging — you fall into his touch immediately, because it's just too hot and insistent to ignore — and you finally turn your face to look him in the eye as he lays his head on your shoulder, his warmth spilling all over you from behind.

the bright orange strands of his hair that fall over his eyes prick at your own, and you blink them away. "s-shoyo, i said—"

"no," he leans in and bumps his nose with yours, pressing his thumb into your folds as he does, still over the fabric, and when the moan he's been wanting to hear from you comes out from between your lips, he locks them with his, drinking the sound all up. "want you now. please?"

"f-fuck, fine." you gasp, and he smiles against your lips, mumbles out 'that's a good girl' in a voice so husky you almost can't believe it's his, and hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts, pulling them down and exposing your ass and cunt for him to indulge in.

his cock — hot and sticky on your skin because of how he's been rubbing his own slick all over it — slowly drags itself down to your entrance, led by his hand, and when he stops right against your now begging hole, cockhead nudging you only gently, you can't help but keen under him. "if you're gonna do it, then do it."

"after you were so mean to me?" he hums, mouth now on your neck, inhaling into your hair and letting his tongue trace wet lines under your jaw. "if you can play with me, then i can play with you too. 's only fair that way." he says it breathlessly, softly, but it still sends shivers up all your limbs.

"you can't wait any longer anyway," you fight back, as his other hand creeps past your shirt, muscled arm snaking over your heart, as he wraps his fingers around your throat.

"yeah, yeah i can't." he says lustily, smiling lazily and tapping his fingers against your chin. his eyes glow bright in the light of your laptop screen, as he grinds into you again. "but it wont hurt to make you beg just a little, right?"

#[ゃ] — rekha™#hinata shoyo smut #hinata smut #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu smut #hinata shoyo x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu drabbles #hq smut #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x y/n #hinata imagines

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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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hq smut visuals (msby edition)

featuring: hinata, atsumu, sakusa, and bokuto

warning! nsft twitter links , fem!bodied reader

— hinata

[ link ] moans when he fucks you bc he wants you to know how good ur pussy is

[ link ] he fucks you between ur thighs for the first time when u want to try something new

— bokuto

[ link ] he tries to be as gentle as possible with u when making love but he can’t help it when u feel so fucking good and loses control from time to time

[ link ] fucks you with his big breeder balls

[ link ] watching u play with ur clit while he fucks u makes him cum fast :(

— atsumu

[ link ] eats ur pussy like a starving man before he starts fucking you

[ link ] he still intends to fuck u after he cums

— sakusa

[ link ] strictly licks ur clit because he loves the noises u make

[ link ] doesn’t mind letting u ride him even tho he’s already cum. he’s strong enough to take it

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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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“should I plant a baby in you?”

Pro athlete Shoyo sneaking in to your apartment whenever he gets jealous.

ෆ — cw: fem!reader. jealous!hinata shoyo, heavy breeding kink, slightly possessive themes. good timing, anon. i was just editing one of my shoyo fics so i was inspired to do this quick for you <3

pro athlete hinata who hasnt been able to spend as much time with you as he'd like, practises and games keeping him too busy :((

you're not dating, you've only just had sex a few times, so shoyo has no good reason to go and pull you away when he sees you out with some other guy.

you're smiling at the asshole, walking with him down the street, stretching your pretty lips (that belong around shoyo's cock and nobody else's) in a cute smirk that makes his heart pick up pace — except right now, his blood runs fast with anger. you're not really his, but you are— hinata loves you, and whenever he loves something, he makes sure, one way or another, that he claims ownership of it.

but still, he cant get in your way right now. so he just stands there, watching till he loses sight of you in the crowd, fist clenched and eyes lit.

then, that night, he shows up at your door. completely nonchalant, conversing with you sweetly and telling you about his away games over a shared dinner together. doesnt let you catch a single hint of what's going through his mind.

later, though, he's got your knees pressed to your chest, overstimming both you and him as he cums into you for the third time, still heavily thrusting in and out of your slick cunt, determined to put a baby in you (anything, to make you love him only, and stay with him).

tells you how much he's missed you, how good you feel, how much he loves you, how badly he wants to fuck you full of his cum 💞

he's so nice, so doting with his praise and his kisses even while he's throwing your legs over his shoulders and stuffing you all up, the tip of his fat dick hitting you just right. you dont know nothing. and you're already out of your mind, anyway, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open as you try to answer his questions of "you can take more, mhm?"

"i love you so much, gotta love me back the same way, okay?" he rasps, and you nod, nod mindlessly when he asks you if you want his kids, if you want to stay with him forever, if you really love him. "yes, shoyo, fuck! yes, yes, yes!"

and he laughs, determined to fuck you so dumb and full you forget everyone else, and only have his name on your tongue. "good girl, such a good girl. my good girl."

#[ゃ] — rekha™#hinata smut #hinata shoyo smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hq smut #hq x reader

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han-shinsuke · 1 year

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shying away after an argument

genre: angst to fluff ; hurt comfort with sakusa kiyoomi & ushijima wakatoshi

warnings: reader obviously gets emotionally hurt (resolved) but other than that there’s none! + kinda ooc sakusa.

notes: this was so rushed and idk what i feel about this since i haven’t written in SOOO LONG lmfao so enjoy ig even tho im rusty now :) also this request was months ago sorry it took so long haha.

sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa came home extra exhausted, everyone in the team was getting on his nerves

and he wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and finally take some rest after hours of practice

so when he came home to see you waiting for him eagerly, it only made him more irritated

however, it seems that you didn't notice how tense he was considering you made your way towards him with a smile

and while you kept snuggling him and asking questions if he wanted to watch a movie after dinner

he was just too exhausted to entertain anything and anyone at the moment

“jesus can you stop clinging to me all the time? it makes me fucking uncomfortable.”

he slid into the bedroom before shutting the door close

you shifted a little in your feet, not expecting the sudden outburst.

looking back a few days, you havent realized how it was annoying for him and guilt creeps up to you for making him uncomfortable through your affection

taking a deep breath, you made your way to settle on the couch, deciding to give him some wanted space

it’s the next day and sakusa woke up feeling slightly better than yesterday. he reaches an arm over to your side of the bed almost as if it’s an instinct, hoping he could cuddle you for a while before heading to practice again, a frown across his face when he felt no trace of warmth

he drags his feet out of the bedroom, a subtle smile flashing across his lips when he finds you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your figure

his heart tugs lightly as he remembers how he took out his frustration on you, he knows his words stung and he feels bad, but he hopes you know he doesn’t mean any of it

when he comes home from practice, you're cooking something up, maybe dinner for the two of you— but you seemed too busy to notice him so he decides to walk over himself

"y/n, hi.”

a sudden voice breaks you out of your trance as you look up to the man with his usual stoic face.

you smile at him softly, "hi kiyoomi, how was practice?"

"t' was fine" he replies and scratches his nape as he stands before you expectantly, waiting for you to give him his usual greeting hug but you immediately avert your gaze away from him and back to the pot in front of you

he tilts his head awkwardly, he thinks it’s a little strange but shrugs it off anyway, maybe you just forgot?

when you’re both eating dinner, he makes sure to send discreet glances in your way, hoping you would initiate some kind of conversation— you don’t though and his shoulders droops in defeat

after dinner, he invites you for a movie and he thinks luck was on his side when you agreed

however, he expected you to join him and settle on his lap like usual but instead, you situate yourself on the other side of the couch, leaving enough space between the two of you

now he's getting annoyed, fingers itching to just hold you and cradle you in his arms but you don’t seem to be in the mood to, did something happen?

he thinks he's being too dramatic and tries his best not to dwell on the silence too much, but he can't help but think of what he possibly might've done to make you act this way, and then his mind went back to yesterday.

he completely forgot about that as his mind was going miles away and he almost mentally beat himself up for not realizing how much his words had affected you.

trying to be subtle, he scoots over to your side, scooping you in one fluid motion onto his lap and trapping you between his arms

you jolt in surprise before trying to wriggle out of his hold, only to fail miserably, "kiy—"

"are you upset with me? i’m sorry i didn't mean it"

you stare at him in worry, suddenly feeling bad that he’s been blaming himself all along, “hey, i’m not upset with you, okay? i promise that but i do apologize for crossing the boundaries, i promise i’ll loosen myself up!” you continue with a smile, not wanting him to worry about you first.

but it appears he knows you too well for that.

"no, my love, don’t do that, please? i want you here with me and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that so let me make it up to you.. yeah?”

and finally— finally, you nestle yourself on his lap, taking in the warmth you’ve been craving as you speak up about your own feelings

“of course omi”

ushijima wakatoshi.

you knew volleyball will always be ushijima’s top priority and that he spends all of his time practicing for upcoming matches

you've supported him through and attended all of his games whenever you had a chance to and of course you were more than proud of him

but today, you wanted to spend time with him especially since you hadn't spend some time alone together for almost a month due to his schedule

the rest of the shiratorizawa team had said that their coach gave them a free day to make up for all their hard work

and you were looking forward to have a movie date which he suprisingly agreed into (he was half asleep when you asked him to)

getting ready, you dressed in comfy pjs and prepared the snacks, and warm blankets.

you waited patiently on the couch for a few minutes

but those minutes turned into hours and he still wasn't home so you texted him with worriedly, asking him if he was almost home

after an hour, he finally called you, “i can’t come. i’ve already told you that i have to spend my time on practice and not on useless things, y/n.”

your eyes pricked as his words registered in your brain

you wanted to spend some time with him, and yet he only thinks it’s a waste.

you were used to this, basing from your past relationships so you weren't that surprised although you won’t deny that you were disappointed

because maybe you thought it was going to be different this time

why did you even expect?

understanding where this was coming from, you quickly gathered yourself and replied as you tried to keep your voice steady: “ah i’m sorry toshi. i’ll see you at home. love you.”

you ended the called not long before he can even answer, not trusting yourself enough to even hear his voice after what he just said without breaking down

you shut off your phone, dragged yourself in the bedroom and drifted off to sleep

it's been a week since and today was sunday, another one of his free days and though you wanted to ask him once again if he could stay in, you knew that he was still going to the gym despite that, so you opted to keeping it to yourself, saving yourself from further heartbreak.

your prediction was soon confirmed when you checked the time, it was already 8 PM. usually at this time, ushijima had already arrived home but ever since he’s been charged as a captain, he'd always arrive around quarter to eleven or even later.

you were completely understanding and didn't bother him as much since you didn't want him to feel like you're holding him back from doing what he likes to do

shaking your head off the thought, you scrolled through the list of movies, trying to find something to entertain you for the rest of the night as you slowly munched on the chips you bought from the grocery store earlier

but what you didn’t know is that a certain male kept all his attention on his phone, taking glances from time to time as he waited for you to spam his notifications like you usually do

but you don’t and he takes this as the aftermath of the harsh words he threw at you last week and his heart sinks to his stomach at the thought of you not being your usual self

so before heading back, he quickly stopped by a small bakery shop near the apartment to buy some of your favorite pastries and cookies, hoping you would appreciate his small gift

when he got home, the lights were off and you weren't anywhere in sight. worried, he quickly strode through the living room, only to see you sitting in the couch with a bag of chip on your hand

you stare at the sudden intrusion, not expecting the certain man to be home so early “ toshi? are you okay? did something happen at pra—“

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it”

you blinked as you tried to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to lower your guard down so easily, knowing what exactly he was apologizing for

“i apologize for my words last week, y/n. i promise you i do not mean it and i love spending my time with you, in fact i found myself enjoying it more than practice, which is quite unbelievable.”

you laugh a little at his words, suddenly feeling a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders “you know i’m only worried about you, right?”

“i know, i’m sorry.”

“and that i love you?”

“yes, i know that. i love you too.”

smiling, you usher him to sit beside you and he stumbles as he buries his face on your chest, finally having the rest he’s been missing the whole time.

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