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osamusriceballs · 8 months

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Last-Minute Plans

Ushijima x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW (cockwarming, rather soft)

Words: ~ 1,5 k

About: Wakatoshi got a ring for you, and he needs to make sure it fits.

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved Wakatoshi-kun~

"It fits,"

he mumbles with a sigh of relief, one he hadn't realized he was holding. He looks contently at the jewelry now adorning your ring finger.

Ushijima knows that he's late with this. He should have attempted this plan a long time ago; he despises last-minute actions. Lately, however, you've insisted on waiting until he returns home late from practice due to extended training sessions just before the crucial match, making it impossible for him to secretly slip that ring onto your finger to see if it fits. He's aware he hasn't been giving you the time you deserve lately, but he's determined to make it up as soon as he can. He intends to spoil you as soon as the match is over and his schedule finally allows him to have more free time, treating you like the princess you are.

He had nearly abandoned the idea of trying the ring on your finger. He considered simply hoping for the best, planning to alter the ring quickly after proposing if it didn't fit. He knows you wouldn't have minded, but he wanted this moment to be perfect. The first difficulty he had encountered, however, was that you had rings in various sizes in your jewelry box- probably for different fingers, but even after sorting through them, he was still not convinced that he chose the right size.

Relief washes over him as he sees the ring fitting comfortably, and for a short moment, he envisions your future together. He dreams of having you sleep beside him every night, of going on the vacation you've always dreamed of, and of giving you the beautiful wedding ceremony you've always wanted. He's already asked Tendou to be his best man and informed his parents of his plans. He even decided to send his father a notice that his son will be getting married soon—hopefully.

The ring looks stunning on your hand. It's noticeable yet subtly elegant. He's confident you'll love it; you've often praised his taste, describing him as simple in his choices, which you adore.

His gaze drifts to your peaceful sleeping form. You must be exhausted not to have woken up yet. Normally, you'd wait until he returns or awaken when he quietly lies down beside you, an act he's yet to master. You'd always greet him with a tender kiss, a gesture he cherishes most during his days and misses the most when he's away. Yet, you sleep soundly, your face soft, breathing steady. You're wearing one of his shirts, the old Shiratorizawa jersey you claim is the comfiest—adorable on you, he agrees.

He's fairly certain you're wearing only flimsy panties beneath, but he'll take his sweet time tomorrow to explore every inch of your body.

"Toshi," your sleepy voice pulls him from his daydreams, and he quickly hides the ring, clutching your hand in his. You stir, turning towards him, brows furrowing as you reach out blindly.

"Y/n, go back to sleep. It's late," he murmurs in a soothing tone, knowing you find his voice calming.

"I missed you," you groan, squinting your eyes as you try to make out his face in the dimly lit room.

"I missed you too," he replies, smiling softly and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile in return, bringing your free hand to his cheek, a bit clumsily—almost slapping his face, but he doesn't mind; he is simply happy having you close.

"You haven't shaved today," you mumble as you caress his cheek. He hums in response. "I forgot. Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't. But you never forget to shave. What was on your mind today?"

You, he thinks, but for once, he refrains from sharing his thoughts. He needs to distract you, to take back the ring unnoticed. How you haven't noticed it so far surprises him.

"I was thinking about…" he begins, his voice trailing off, unsure how to respond without you getting suspicious.

"Wakatoshi, come to bed. You seem really tired," you yawn, and he suddenly knows what he needs to do.

Ushijima leans down to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss with more passion. He feels your response, your body arching into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his.

"Toshi," you're already breathless after a few kisses, and he finally feels your hand relax, fingers intertwining with his with the metal still on your finger. He typically holds your hand more firmly, but now he keeps his grip gentle, ensuring you don't feel the ring on your finger. With his free hand, he traces the hem of your shirt, his fingers gliding beneath the fabric, encountering the softness of your skin.

"Want you, but I'm tired," you whisper against his lips, prompting him to nuzzle against your neck. "Should I pleasure you? Should I make you feel full?" You moan softly and weakly nod, your eyes barely open in the dark room. Unbeknownst to you, a wave of relief washes over him. This may not be going exactly as he planned, but making love to you with the ring already on your finger is better than he could have imagined.

He quickly runs through potential scenarios in which he could smoothly slide the ring off your finger, deciding to position himself behind you while maintaining a hold on your hand in front of your body. Shifting his body weight, he maneuvers behind you until his chest presses against your back. He skillfully settles beneath the blanket without releasing your hand, making sure not to tighten his grip around your fingers. His lips find your neck, where he places the gentlest kisses against your skin, earning the softest, most beautiful moans from your lips. His hips begin to rhythmically move against your backside, and he feels how he hardens in his pants.

You contently hum while you lean into his touch, raising one leg to allow him to slip his thigh between yours. "Feels good," you murmur as he starts a grinding motion against your pussy. He feels his growing need, a nearly instinctive response to your body. His earlier suspicion about you wearing only his shirt and panties appears accurate; that much he notices when his shorts ride up and his bare thigh grinds against your cunt. As much as he wants the feeling of your bare skin against his, he knows that undressing might raise too much suspicion. Instead, he guides his free hand downward, gently tracing circles against your clothed center.

"You're so perfect. So beautiful. I love you so much," he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. Your grip on his hand tightens, while your other hand softly clutches the sheets. He understands your needs. Grateful that he's still wearing the soft shorts, he pushes them down slightly, quickly freeing his cock.

"Should I use some lube?" he asks, concern lacing his voice, worried about hurting you since he hasn't fully prepared you yet—a truly challenging task when ensuring your hand remains held and he can only use one hand properly.

"Think I'm wet enough," you mumble, and he dips two fingers between your folds to confirm, and he is rewarded with enough arousal to forget about his worries.

As much as he wants to ravish you right now, he knows you would probably drift off to sleep if he makes love to you tenderly—so that's precisely what he does. He gently spreads your legs further with his thigh, allowing his cock to rest between your legs. It has almost become a routine for him to set aside your panties and gradually ease his cock inside you- a practice that you often do after he comes home late from his practice sessions.

A breathy moan escapes your lips at the stretch, and he feels his own body tensing at the sensation of your soft walls around him. He continues to push until he's fully inside of you. You always take him so well—it feels breathtaking to be buried deep inside you. He still hopes you'll succumb to sleep in this embrace, even though he's surely wide awake himself.

"Feels good," you hum, your breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm. He pulls you closer, inhaling the soothing flowery scent of your hair- a scent that always brings him comfort and calms his mind when he can't seem to rest. You might not fully grasp how much he loves you—how every fiber of his being yearns for you, how he wishes for you to be happy and to be his. This is precisely why he plans to propose to you tomorrow and to place the ring back on your finger. You wouldn't refuse him on his birthday, would you?

"Sleep well, my love."

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jinchuls · 2 months

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𝒴𝑒𝓈, 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 ₊˚✩

ᡣ𐭩 various knight!character x fem!reader

includes 𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou (nsfw), ojiro aran (nsfw - marking), takanobu aone

notes 𝜗𝜚 repost from previous blog, mdni

𝑰𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆 was the most responsible man assigned to you. No matter your request, big or small, he would execute them with perfection and a quiet “Yes, Your Highness.” He’d bow his head, stand close and make sure every step you take is safe. For the longest time, he seemed to have no interest in anything other than your father’s expectations of him. Not in you, or his fellow knights–he’d perform as he should but no more. You hated it. You hated the lack of attention, the simple responses and the silence as he stood at your side and, most of all, you hated how the small acts, the brief moments your eyes would meet and how those three words would make your heart skip. As you ignore the burning in your chest whenever he is near, you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. You’re oblivious to the shake in his voice when he does quietly respond to you and you don’t notice the gleam in his eyes when yours meet his–you look away before you can notice the red tinge painting his cheeks–and you had no idea the silence was caused by his pure inability to string sentences together in your presence. He wanted to, he wanted to hear your voice every second of the day or be the cause of your laugh. It’s your outburst one night that changes the course of your relationship, that starts something that would result in Hajime’s certain dismissal, with tears welling in your eyes and the frustration clear on your face you confess every emotion weighing down on your heart hoping, praying, he felt the same. He can hear his own heartbeat as it quickens, the pounding in his chest so loud he fears you can hear it from your position across the room; his face reddens again–you have to hide your smile to spare him any more embarrassment–and he begins to stutter. If he had found it difficult to speak around you, it worsened in that moment, but it was clear, no matter what the future would hold for your heart, your feelings were mirrored by your knight.

𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖 had mastered the art of trickery. In your family's eyes, he was the perfect candidate to keep you safe. He was that man, amongst all of his peers he was one of the strongest and most capable men that your parents could trust–he’d perfected their vision of him which only presented him every opportunity to show you the less professional sides of him. He was the man he allowed everyone to see but he was also the man able to rile you up, in all the right ways, with a lingering stare and a mischievous glint in his eyes or the touch of his fingers against the nape of your neck as he struggled with the clasp of your necklace. Your attraction to him was unheard of; you’d be ridiculed by anyone that found out. A member of the royal family and their knight? It was an impossible match Supposedly. They only thought that way because they didn’t know what happened when the door was closed; when the knight’s barrack was empty or any other moment the two of you found yourselves alone. There would be no more talk of the incompatibility of royals with anyone of lower status if they knew the way you’d find yourself bouncing on his cock as night settles around the palace. Or how you’d bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping you as he held your waist and the rhythmic movement of his hips had your legs shaking as each precise thrust pushed against every nerve sending you one step closer to bliss. None of it mattered, they could whisper and they could plan your betrothal: they would never know how comforted you felt wrapped in his arms or how protected you knew you were simply walking through the halls of your own home. No one could ruin what had been created and no one would ever know. Outside of your shared secret, all that was seen was your gentle orders directed at him, your voice soft but stern–as it was with every individual under your command–and his return the usual, the formal response everyone was expected to utter but his with a sly, subtle flirtation that left your legs weaks beneath you: “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑶𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒏 was perfect. Cheerful, strong, intelligent and, most important of all, able to cope with the incessant issues caused by the Miya twins (the knights assigned to your siblings. Days seemed to pass quicker when he was there; whenever time appeared to slow, he would be there to keep you company. There was no such thing as a dull moment when he was at your side. From the moment you met him, he was far too easy to get along with. Solid lines engraved in your mind were fading; the lessons taught to you as a young noble were forgotten and the very nature of the expected relationship between knight and noble was lost. You had never been happier. “Aran.” You’d whisper, fingernails digging into the skin of his arm; your head fell back against the pillows as he kissed your neck softly. “I know,” His voice would be no louder than yours, “Not where they can be seen.” With a kiss to your collarbone, he’d look between your bodies at the littering of fading marks he’d left the last time he’d had you in his arms. Across your chest, your thighs, anywhere where they would be hidden from eyes you did not trust. As always, he’d make a comment about how you looked beautiful with the evidence of him. And, as usual, it doesn’t take long before he’s darkening existing marks, kissing your chest. Biting your skin softly to hear those sweet sounds he adored, and leave behind reminders of the night for you to find the next morning. With more scattered across your skin, he’d sit up to look down at his masterpiece as you reached up for him, missing the warmth of his body closer to you. Your quiet mewls were heaven to hear. A smile sat on his face as he leaned down, chest against you and his lips grazing yours. He’d still, hips pressed to yours forcing whimpers from your throat–a silent cry for more–you’re too lost in ecstasy to give it up now. “Please.” You whisper, eyes meeting his. He grins, hands softly holding your waist as he slowly pulls his hips away again. “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 𝑨𝒐𝒏𝒆 was quiet. From the day he was assigned as your personal guard, he’d barely uttered a word to you or to anyone. He’d simply nod his head to accept any order you sent his way and, miraculously, he’d found a way to relay any message from you wordlessly. You envied those able to understand the behaviour you’d never seen before and you found yourself wanting to be among those he seemed close to. You would watch his fellow knights approach him; you’d watch how Futakuchi would speak to the man and reiterate his silence into words during group conversations whilst you were left in confusion. Day in and day out, you’d find yourself watching him and the little interactions he would have with those around him, occasionally catching his perfectly gentle nature with small animals that roamed the palace gardens. You were certain he could feel your eyes on him but he never seemed to care; you knew words had got to him that you had been asking those he spoke to often to tell you about him but he never stopped your interest. And, as time passed, you found your curiosity had grown into something much more. You’d look away quickly when he would turn his head in your direction, eyes suddenly focused on the tea in front of you. Aone was quiet. Almost too quiet. But the red of his cheeks, that you caught for just a few seconds, was loud. You clear your throat, fearing your voice could break as you try once more to encourage a conversation with him. “The weather is lovely today,” you grip the teacup tightly, closing your eyes and wincing in the embarrassment, that wasn’t what you’d wanted to say. “Would you,” you quieten, looking anywhere other than where he is stood. “Would accompany me on a walk?” He waits a moment and you glance up, expecting to see a small nod, as always. He meets your eye, a soft smile on his face as he does so. “Yes, Your Highness.”

#𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜 ༉‧₊˚.#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsurou smut #ojiro aran #aran x reader #ojiro aran smut #aran smut #takanobu aone #aone x reader #haikyuy x reader #haikyuu smut

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ceijoh · 2 years

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WHO SPITS IN YOUR MOUTH VS WHO GETS YOU TO SPIT IN THEIR MOUTH

relationship: m!character x f!reader

contents/warnings:18+, spit kink (duh), degradation, impact play, choking, boys being mean :( (but it’s okay because they do it out of love and you’re horny) begging

word count: 1057

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who spits in your mouth as a way of dominance.

hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly that make you want to claw at his hand to remove it but there’s also a major part of you that wants him to just do it harder. his hand, wet, courtesy of the combination of your spit and his cum.

“you’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?” his words were the complete opposite to the tenderness that were in his eyes. rubbing the point of his nose down against the column of your neck, nipping at various points. “my fuckin’ slut,” at the end of his sentence he squeezed your neck, earning a loud whimper from you.

pulling away from you, he removed his hands from your neck, admiring the marks he left on you. “so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured under his breath. he could feel his cock twitch as his eyes roamed your body, taking in every delicious curve.

his eyes zeroed in on your pussy, without hesitation he smacked it harshly, earning a loud whimper from you. narrowing his eyes at your actions, “shut up, this is mine,” cupping your cunt in his hand, all you could do was watch him with wide eyes. “i can do whatever the fuck i want.” moving forward as he hovered you, “open,” he demanded.

slowly he puckered his lips, gathering a good amount of saliva in his mouth. squeezing your cheeks harshly, he forced them open. “tongue,” sticking your tongue out like the good little bitch you are, he smiled fondly. “don’t even fucking think about swallowing.” patting your cheek condescendingly, watching as you struggled with your tongue out.

reaching around behind him, he grabbed his phone, quickly taking a photo of you, he looked down as he admired the picture. turning it around to show you, “look at how beautiful my baby is,” and you sure were a sight. eyes watery, tears streaming down your face, cheeks flushed, you could see just how wet your face was. your tongue sticking out like a good obedient girl, you were beautiful.

tossing his phone down on the floor, he gently cupped your face as he leaned down. “so fuckin’ beautiful.”

haikyuu: akaashi, meian, iwaizumi, tsukishima, kuroo, kentaro, sakusa, daichi, ukai jr, matsukawa, futakuchi, osamu

jujutsu kaisen: toji, suguru, sukuna, naoya, nanami, hitoshi

my hero academia: endeavor, dabi

attack on titan: levi, eren, zeke

demon slayer: muzan, gyutaro, uzui, sanemi

who spits in your mouth as a way to bond with you. majority of the time it’s sexual, his hand wrapped around your throat. similar to who spits in your mouth as a way of dominance but it’s more out of love than anything. there’s actually a sixth love language; spitting into the mouth of the person you’re in love with -how romantic.

now it was a way of being close with you in a way that hugging you, or even kissing you was not on par with it. it was romantic but sexual, sexual but it didn’t mean he was buried in your guts way. it’s his way of bonding with you he claims, in reality he just wants you to be everywhere.

nuzzling into your neck, you gently wrapped your arms around his neck.

“open, please,” he whined as you felt him rub against you. nodding once you began unzipping your trousers, stopping you with a hand, he began to shake his head. understanding what he meant, you gently brought up his face so you could look at him and slowly opened your mouth.

“pretty,” was the only thing he said, his eyes roaming over your face. stroking the apples of your cheeks, he slowly leant down and watched as his spit landed on your tongue. humming at the sensation, you watched as he puckered up his lips again. this time he didn’t have much grace or aim, his spit instead landing on your chin.

moaning out his name, you pulled his head closer to your face, “babe,”

“i got you,” running his hand down your face, “so pretty, i love you so much.”

licking from the base of your neck, you felt him clean your combined spit, at that thought you whined out, “no, want,” pushing him away.

smiling down at you, he preened at your behaviour. “don’t worry sweet girl,” he cooed, kissing you softly once. wetting his mouth, he let the saliva sit on his tongue. admiring you once more, he moved forward finally attaching his lips to yours. opening his mouth, he let the spit dribble down both of your chins. feeling your body move with his, he tightened his hands on your waist.

you pushed your tongue against his, mixing your spit with his.it was wet and it was messy but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

haikyuu: ushijima, matsukawa, atsumu, tendou, aone, bokuto, hanamaki, oikawa, yamaguchi, kuroo, kenma, kita, terushima, akiteru, hinata

jujutsu kaisen: itadori, gojo, nanami, choso, noritoshi, hiromi

my hero academia: izuku, shouto, mirio

attack on titan: erwin, reiner, armin

demon slayer: douma, tomioka, rengoku

who spits in your mouth as a way of dominance pt 2…but here’s the twist. they actually want you to spit in their mouth, mark him as yours inside and out. will become so needy and whiny, pawing at you, begging you, will just do about anything for you to pucker up your pretty lips and slowly allow the spit from your mouth to dribble into his awaiting eager ones.

“god baby,” moaning into your mouth. “c’mon,” he whispered needily against your mouth, “please, baby. just wanna, just needya.”

you felt his hands groping your hips, trying to find purchase anywhere he can. nipping your lips, his head fell back to the pillows, his beautiful face peering up at you.

“what do you want, baby?” clenching your pussy against his cock, you watched as his eyes fluttered shut. “c’mon, tell me.” getting up on your knees, you felt his cock slide out, watching as he tried so heavily to focus on you. dropping down quickly, you circled your hips, moans coming out from both of your mouths.

“want you to spit in my mouth, please,” hands moving to your chest you felt him circle and tug your nipples. “want you inside of me, want you to mark me.”

you smiled at him, grabbing both of his hands with yours, you guided them towards your ass which he quickly squeezed as soon as his hands were around it.

it was his elixir, his kryptonite, as he watched you pucker your beautiful lips. watching as the spit exit your mouth and drop down to his awaiting mouth, groaning as soon as it hit contact with his tongue. rolling your essence around his mouth, enjoying and relishing in the taste that was just you, he slowly swallowed.

“more, please.”

haikyuu: atsumu, oikawa, bokuto, kageyama, semi

jujutsu kaisen: gojo, itadori, noritoshi, chosho

my hero academia: hawks, shigaraki, bakugo, shouta, izuku

attack on titan: reiner, levi

demon slayer: rengoku, gyutaro

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sim-patelle · 5 months

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Futakuchi actually watches quiz-shows. It's always fun seeing him getting annoyed at the answers of the candidates if it's wrong. It's not like his answers are always right, but it's just amusing to see him as he mumbles his thinking out loud.

#haikyu x reader #futakuchi kenji #haikyuu #headcanons #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu fluff #anime #futakuchi x reader #datekou #haikyuu smut #aone x reader #haikyuu imagines

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betbeton · 2 years

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𓆱 Holy Size Kink, Batman!

Various HQ Men × Reader

Warnings - Various "Vanilla" Kinks

18 + Below Cut Minors DNI

· GN - Reader ·

· Twitter Request ·

· A/N - last twitter request, time to bust out my tumblr ones. sorry they're late babes ·

AoT Version

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Ushijima Wakatoshi

Despite the man above you being a gentle giant of sorts it was almost unnerving how silent he was while pumping his cock into your thoroughly sloppy hole. Sure his eyes were squinted, and his face was red from arousal and exertion, but his lack of vocal cues made it seem like he wasn't all that into the sex he had initiated mere moments ago. With these thoughts tumbling in your mind as your back arched when he hit that deviously sweet spot within your body, you were none the wiser to the large man's own internal hangups. As he laid there propped up above you on his elbows, large hands gently grasping your head to keep your cute face within his wavering vision, Ushijima couldn't help but feel conflicted over how much the fact he had to arch his back outward in order to gaze at your face when you were below him had him biting back filthy groans of pleasure. Sure the occasional groan slipped out, but it wasn't anything like what the flood gates of his tensed jaw were holding back. Though they say opposites attract you and the somewhat dense man were far too much alike in that heated moment, both gingerly attempting to hide the size kink that was painfully obvious even to people who hadn't spent a night with you two. As you two had crested your highs you groaning out obscenities laced with your partner's various nicknames, he dropped his head down onto your shoulder as his hips slammed into your own one last time as he emptied himself into your hole. A mumbled apology spilled from his lips only to be silenced by your almost manic giggles, the realization as to why your partner had been gazing at you like a serial killer hitting your fucked dumb brain like a ton of bricks. When you voiced the reason for your giggles after Ushjima mumbled into your sweat slicked skin in confusion, another fit of laughter wracked your body as he went as stiff as a corpse above you.

"We both have a size kink, eh?"

⪧ Aone Takanobu

Aone always loved to be under you, even if your head only reached his chest, he loved when you lazily rubbed your body against his while resting your chin on his chest with a lazy grin splitting your adorable face. It always made him unreasonably flustered even after you two had tied the knot, and not just because you had a tendency to edge the cute giant below you for an unreasonable amount of time. It had become routine for you two to have a nice warm soak after work and then spend at least the duration of an episode of whatever show was playing on the telly teasing each other. Only to end with Aone spread out oh so beautifully on your shared bed beneath you before the television even had time to cool, his thick length smashed between your thighs as your lazily rolled your hips teasing him. It was an open secret, his size kink, even if you didn't share it explicitly you did find immense sexual enjoyment from dishing out pleasure to the light haired man you loved. As your thigh muscles squished his cock for the final time when his own hips had jutted up to smash against your body, you let the fact his secret was open slip from your lips causing Aone to stop in the middle of moaning out your name, a look of horror gracing his handsome features. Though the fright was quelled when you hoisted yourself higher up his body and planted sugary sweet kisses on his red cheeks, praising him for being "Such a good boy" for you. In that moment he had debated the validity of his friends constant jokes of you being the death of him, surely such a sweet monster was going to devour him whole one day. And honestly as you placed soft kisses on his face, he would gladly face the day you decided to drain him dry . . . sexually of course.

"It's so cute that you have a size kink, a big strong person like you enjoying to be topped by someone smaller then them!"

⪧ Nishinoya Yuu

He hadn't pegged himself as someone with a size kink. Sure he was shorter than you by a significant amount and he adored to be able to manhandle someone larger than him, but that didn't mean he had a size kink right? Surely not! That only applied to people who liked to handle partners smaller then them . . . right? Oh gods, Nishinoya Yuu had a size kink! This Earth shattering realization happened when you two were sitting on your couch watching Love Island and talking about the trashy show. You had turned to ask him what was wrong when your short spitfire of a partner had practically tackled you onto the sofa, his horrified face gazing down at you as he sat on your stomach. Mouth having dropped open to ask what was going on you had been silenced by both his hands clasping on your face, his wide eyes darting from side to side before he leaned down to whisper his realization in your ear. Your arms had wrapped around him as muffled laughter shook your entire body, jostling the shorter man resulting in him tugging his hands off your mouth demanding an explanation. It came in the form of you sitting up caging the shorter man beneath your body, his hips hoisted into the air as his legs rested on your hips. Leaning down to whisper into his ear you spewed filth into the quickly flustering man's ear.

"Oh Noya, I already knew you had a size kink. After all who brags about being able to manhandle their tall partner when playing a video game, eh?"

Shifting your weight you dropped onto one elbow as a hand slid done his toned stomach grasping at the erection forming beneath his atrocious khaki shorts. Fingers deftly slipping below the waistband after you groped his length, fondling his cock as you spoke up again.

"Not to mention you also like when I take charge and show you how small you are compared to me."

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq smut #ushijima smut #ushijima wakatoshi #Aone smut #aone takanobu #nishinoya smut #nishinoya yuu

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patchworkpuzzle · 2 years

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word count: ~3.5K

paring: Aone x AFAB!Reader

warning(s): oral (reader receiving) this is really soft guys so no other warnings really.

authors note: hello everyone!! I am back with something for you all to enjoy! This was written for a commission, and the one that requested this was nice enough to allow me to post this for you all the enjoy! They wanted some really soft and doting Aone, and let me tell you so do I! I hope you all enjoy! 💛💛

Your brows scrunched together as you slowly climbed the sets of stairs to your apartment; cursing your building for not fixing their elevators sooner to avoid such strain on your already sore body. It took all your effort not to groan aloud when you turned the corner and started to ascend yet another staircase, you didn’t want someone to suddenly appear and hear you. Your day was already tiring enough, the last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself - especially to someone who lived in the same building as you.

It was a long shift, that was the main cause of your exhaustion; though the four flights of stairs you were currently climbing did not help in the slightest. And to make matters worse, your boss asked you for the third day in a row to stay late and continue to help out. And though your body was screaming at you to not say yes, that it was running on fumes, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

Not only would it make you feel bad, your poor boss and other co-workers were working around the clock to try and get everything done - to try and keep things running even though you all were severely understaffed - but you liked what you did. You never really minded having to stay late every now and then. You loved your job after all, for better or for worse. You loved running around and helping people in any way you could.

It was just….

It seemed most days people relied too heavily on you. That if you wanted to take a break, or a day off, everything would go to ruin; that you would return to everything being on fire and then working even harder to put out the flames. And on days like today, with the constant over time and people-pleasing, you couldn’t help but feel the burnout.

And that burnout was felt all over when you finally managed to reach your floor, to finally be standing before your plain-looking door; normally you wouldn’t look upon it with such happiness, but knowing you had finally finished enduring the horrendous task of climbing all those stairs was cause for a small reprieve and celebration.

You were thankful to finally be home. Thankful for the fact that the only person that was going to rely on you for the next few days, through the entire long weekend, was Aone Takanobu. For it was much easier to run around and deal with whatever needs your boyfriend, one person, had than those of an entire team of people.

But even with that in mind, you couldn’t help but take a brief reprieve against that plain-looking door. Taking a moment to rest your aching body, to take a deep breath, and to relish in the cool wood against your forehead before entering. Before you could bring yourself to do so, you let out a deep and long sigh; whether it was in relief or defeat you were not sure.

But you knew you couldn’t stay out in the hallway forever; that one of your neighbors would eventually pop their head out and ask if you were okay. It was now or never, and if you were honest you really wanted to take a very long, and very hot, shower.

And… a tight and warm hug from your boyfriend would also be really nice

With those thoughts in mind, you slowly opened the door and were greeted with silence. If this was not a usual and normal occurrence, one you faced day in and out, you would have been a little worried. But you knew better, you knew that even though he was a giant, Aone never seemed to make much noise; a skill you were always eerily impressed by.

You took quiet and tentative steps into your home, not wanting to break the silence that bore throughout the entire apartment; creeping your way through you went in search for any sign of where your boyfriend would be. Moving towards the kitchen proved to be fruitful as you could hear water running, the tap from the kitchen sink you would surmise. With this thought in mind, you knew and were grateful that Aone was indeed washing the dishes from this morning's breakfast.

“Hey there…” You breathed out, a sigh following suit as you set your heavy bag down on the nearby coffee table “Good day today?”

Aone merely gives you a curt nod in greeting; something you would find cold if it were not paired with a smile that warmed his face and eyes that looked at you with such softness. It made heat rise to your cheeks as you bashfully turn away from him to fiddle with your bag.

“Good…. Good…” You muttered, clearing your throat “I think I’m going to have a quick shower before I prepare us a little dinner. And, of course, tidy up the living room like I’ve been meaning to all week. And pick up those few items you asked for at that pharmacy nearby. I know you asked while I was on my way home, but I forgot….”

You took another pause, this time letting go of the zipper on your bag to look at him, wondering if he was paying attention. You had no doubt he was, you just sometimes like the reassurance that someone was talking to you. “Is… is that okay?”

Aone simply gives you yet another curt nod, alongside an affirmative sounding “Mm-hmm” to prove he was not only listening but that he understood and was okay with your plan. His hands never stopped their action of drying the now clean plate as he did so. Allowing you to leave with a bright smile on your face - one he matched with ease.

It was not until your back was turned, and it was clear you were not going to turn back to face him, that his face fell. His eyes followed you in concern as you made your way to the bathroom with heavy feet. Hands placing his dish down to focus his efforts elsewhere.

The shower was really what you needed. From the moment the warm water hit your back you were a goner; lost to the heat and steam on your sore muscles as you stood under the stream for minutes on end, not wanting to do anything more than let it wash over you.

Though, you could not just use up all the hot water without washing yourself from the sweat and grime of your day. And after the steam has surrounded you, and you saw your hands start to prune, is when you finally grabbed hold of your body wash to lather in your hands.

You sighed in relief when you slowly emerged from the steaming bathroom, tying securely the belt of your fuzzy bathrobe around your waist. Who knew that a few minutes under some hot water, and the use of some brand new body soaps and shampoo could give you a newfound pep in your step. You didn’t, but now you were certainly happy to have that in your back pocket for the future.

You made a mental note to get more of that citrus body lotion the next time you were out, begrudgingly accepting that you must have ran out of the stuff as you couldn’t mind it when you popped your head briefly into your room. Already preoccupied with those thoughts, and with hurried motions as you continued to towel dry your damp hair, you became easily caught off guard when you called out to Aone; becoming startled when his vocal response was closer than you expected.

“Geez! You startled me!” You giggled, pulling your towel to sit on one shoulder “Just coming out to check on you, figure out what you wanted for dinner before I get dressed, so what would you like?”

The inquisitive tone your voice held, mixed with the slight head tilt you gave, always made Aone weak in the knees; he couldn’t help himself from reaching a hand out to cup your face, brushing his thumb so gently along your cheekbone.

“ ‘Nobu? You okay?” You asked, eyes searching his for any sort of answer “Did you -”

“Can you sit down for me?” Aone’s gentle voice cut you off, hand pulling away to allow you to fulfill his request.

“O-okay…?”

You hesitated, only slightly, but you inched yourself over to your plush couch regardless; holding back a sigh as you let yourself sink into the cushions - not wanting to let your concern or confusion be offset over a brief show of relaxation.

“Takanobu, what’s going on?” You asked once more, a quiet exasperation coming forth in your tone over your boyfriend’s lack of response to your important dinner question.

You wanted to roll your eyes as he continued to ignore you, wanted to kick out at him when he simply moves closer to you. You were more than ready to do so, but he caught you off guard once again as he knelt down in front of you; slowly taking one of your tired feet into his hands.

“H-hey… what are you..?” You breathed out, almost rushed, as you tried to pull your foot away.

But his hold was firm, leading to you to forgo trying to get it back; however, it still didn’t stop your body from sitting as upright as it could, rigid, as you stared at him.

“Relax, won’t you darling?” Aone murmured, his thumbs already starting to press into the arch of your foot “Don’t worry about me, or anyone else right now, just relax. Tell me about your day, okay?”

You nodded your head, exhaling silently the breath you were holding as your posture relaxed; taking a moment to shift into a more comfortable sitting position. “Well, the morning was a little crazy…”

You began to tell him the shortened version of your day, trying to keep out all the muddled and small detail that always tended to derail the story and overcomplicate things; wanting to go over everything as quickly as possible so you could then ask him to stop - ask him why he was suddenly doing something like this.

It wasn’t that you minded, nor was it out of character for Aone to dote on you like this. It was just it caught you off guard; normally for things like this, you would sweetly ask for them and then your boyfriend would happily oblige. But now he caught you by surprise. Now you were so vulnerable as you sat before him in nothing but your robe and panties. It made blood rush to your face as you adverted your gaze from him; a mixture of both embarrassment and enjoyment over his proximity and soft movements.

“ N-Nobu, I…”

“I know what you’re going to ask.” He interrupted, fingers stopping their ministrations briefly to properly keep your focus - waiting until your sweet eyes returned to his “And the answer is I want to.”

“B-but, I mean it’s just…. So… you know?” You stumbled over your words, sinking deeper into the couch in an effort to try and hide from him.

“I know it may be hard for you to accept it, but I want to dote on you just as much as you dote on everyone else. That I enjoy and want to be able to take care of you after a long day, or week, at work. You deserve to have someone do something for you for the sake of it.”

Aone watched you for another moment, smiling at your bashfulness over all of this. He repositioned himself on his haunches to lean closer to you, reaching his hand up to your face to pull your gaze back to him; smiling softly when his eyes met yours once more.

“Please, for both our sakes, let me do this for you - okay?”

His voice, always so gentle and sweet, was no louder than a whisper as he pleaded to you; making it known that he truly just wanted to care for you in the same way you did for him, no strings attached - no worry about appearances needed. You returned his sweet smile with one of your own, as you settled once more into a comfortable position; nodding your head to let him know he could continue.

Aone resumed his massage after your tiny nod to continue; slowly picking up your foot once more to carefully dig his thumbs where they were most needed. Gently digging in deep to get any and all tension that has formed over the many hours you spent on them out; making sure his touch would never seem rushed or hurried, to never cause you any sort of discomfort in his actions as he slowly worked one foot at a time.

This was about you, after all. To lavish you in gentle care and adoration. But your soft sighs of delight were starting to get to him.

Not that it was your fault, and he would never claim it to be. No, you were just simply getting a semblance of relief from your poor and overused muscles by his diligent work. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? That by his hands these sweet sighs of pleasure were coming forth. That because of him, you were currently laying above him with a look of bliss and pleasure on your face as you completely let yourself enjoy the wonderful ministrations done by his hands.

Aone was only a man, after all, he couldn’t help but be affected by it. Couldn’t help but gently press his lips softly to your ankle. Couldn’t help but relish in the small broken gasp that escaped your lips as he did so, allowing the blood to stir in his loins. And he most certainly couldn’t help it when he picked up your other leg, to give a sweet kiss to the neglected ankle.

Ever so slowly, those soft and small kisses trailed upwards, peppering along your ankles for a brief moment before ascending towards your calves. The brush of his slightly chapped lips, along with the graze of his short hair against your bare legs, made your skin twitch and tingle.

“What are you doing, ‘Nobu?” You giggled, sitting more upright to gaze back down at him, pulling your leg away from him in the process “It tickles!”

But your leg did not move far, his grip turning deadly tight to keep you in place; making those giggles of yours die in your throat completely when he gazed back up at you. His eyes were dark, filled with such lust and hunger, that what was once meant to be a giggle now became a short and shaky exhale.

“Y-you, um… you don’t have to…you know...” You panted out, trying to regain your breathing as you watched his lips continue to kiss up your now frozen leg.

You felt his teeth slowly, gently, sink into the skin beside your knee, feeling the smirk against your skin as he chuckled at the way your leg jumped in response; his grip keeping it from moving too far away from him. He gave the reddened skin a tender kiss.

“Shhhh, relax baby.” He whispered out, “Relax for me, let me take care of you. Let me do this for you.”

You knew you could not persuade him otherwise, no matter how hard you may try; Aone’s intentions were perfectly clear to you. He was going to ravish you fully and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

So, you meekly nodded your head, arms going lax and allowing you to sink back into the couch. He helped maneuver your body, allowing you to rest in a somewhat upright position so you could still watch him. So that your sweet doe eyes, which drove him wild, could stare down at him and enjoy the show he was about to perform for you.

The higher his lips went, the more your legs trembled in anticipation. Twitching and quivering, silently begging him from under his fingertips to quicken his pace to where you knew he was going to go. Blood rushed to your face and ears as his eyes continued to look up at you, your core gaining that same heat as you watched his tongue poke out and lick a confident stripe up your leg.

Mewls softly filled the air, unable to be contained, when his lips started to suck and nibble on the delicate flesh of your inner thigh; leaving small marks as souvenirs for you both to enjoy later as he teasingly made his way to where you wanted him most.

Your hips bucked up violently, involuntarily, when he finally pressed a kiss on your clothed cunt; another one followed, but the lack of pressure and the fleetingness of those kisses made you squirm.

“‘Nobu please…” You whined out, voice just above a whisper, as your hand came down to gently scrape your nails on his scalp - tempting him to stop teasing you.

Your plea was answered with a hum, alongside long fingers slipping under the fabric of your cotton panties; taking his time to delicately slide them down your beautiful legs - his lips tenderly kissing your thighs to comfort and satiate you to his unhurried movements.

The first swipe of his tongue up your cunt was followed quickly by another, his groan barely audible to your ears over your own moan as he finally got a taste of you; tongue delving in once more to taste more of you.

Aone knew he had to slow down, for he could easily get lost in your flavour and his own desire for you - he always had. But this was not about him, or his aching cock that twitched and strained again his pants, this was about you and worshipping you in all your glory. Wrapping his lips around your clit to gently suck on it, his hands began to wander; reaching up to the fluffy belt around your waist to undo it and allow him to gaze at your soft and gorgeous body.

His hands, the gentle caressing of his fingertips, that gently pinched and squeezed and soothed over parts of your skin said more to you, was a better proof to you, of his love and adoration than any words that he could speak right now as you allowed him to indulge into you.

But you needed more.

The heat that was swirling deep within you craved more than a gentle touch. Desired more than the gentle suckling of his lips around your bundle of nerves. Though you appreciated Aone’s unhurried pace, his want to lavish you in love and adoration, you wanted nothing more than to cum all over his face.

“Oh god, baby please!” You gripped the back of his head and pushed him deeper into you, “Need more, give me more, please!’

You could feel the shiver of pleasure that went down his spine at your begging, feel him whispering out his adoration to you, as he placed his hands against your thighs; spreading you out even further so he could devour you in the way that you craved.

The lewd sounds of his slurping and sucking went straight through you, from your face down to your throbbing core as you held desperately onto the plush cushions on your couch; knuckles going white as you tried to keep your sanity as you were being hurled closer to your climax. You cried out, thighs clamping down around your boyfriend’s face, when you felt his fingers circle and caress your twitching hole; groaning out when they finally started to sink into you.

“Just a little more baby,” Aone panted out, “I know you're close for me, I can feel it. God, you’re so good. Use me, ride my face baby, come on, want you to cum f’me.”

The broken moan he let out once you obliged his request, when you started to move your hips against his face to gain the friction you needed, was what sent you over the edge. Eyes rolled back into your head as your body shook and trembled through the shocks of your release; crying out his name as he kept his fingers, slowly pistoning, within you as his lips delicately kissed your clit, hips, and thighs as you rode through the waves.

Once you were through, finally coming back to earth, you whimpered as you gently pushed his head away from you; body twitching over his ministrations over your overstimulated cunt. Feeling Aone slowly pull away, you took a moment to breathe. To allow yourself to enjoy the softness of the couch before you needed to get up.

You groaned when you tried to sit yourself up from the now sprawled position you had claimed over the couch, one you had clearly gotten yourself into due to the desires and throes of passion; your gentle pants were clear in your ears as began the herculean task.

“Oh!” Your soft voice cried out as you felt a large hand push you back down to where you once were, holding you there to keep you from moving further.

“Stay there.” Aone’s voice commanded, voice dark and husky, “I’m not done doting on you yet, my sweet.”

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#i guess this is the start of me coming back to write on here guys #so i hope you all like this #i really do #soft smut man really is my jam #and aone is so underrated so i was happy to write for him #*sighs happily*#aone takanobu #hq aone #aone smut #aone takanobu smut #aone takanobu x reader #aone x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut

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sapphirelycoris · 2 years

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Ship: Wakatoshi Ushijima | Takanobu Aone I Nicolas Romero I Shūgo Meian | Aran Ojiro x gn!reader (you/your)

Warnings: Bound in rope, cloth in mouth, overstimulation, edging, teasing, dildos, masturbation, handjob, dominant reader, submissive boys. Lmk if I missed any.

Author's note: I’m on a submissive men kick rn 👀🤭

Submissive Haikyu!! Men

Ushijima who looks so handsome, struggling as he’s bound in ropes with a vibrator tied to his cock. Tears roll down his face from the overstimulation. It hurts but it hurts so good. The cloth in his mouth muffles and stifles his pretty moans and screams. Because he’ll get loud when the painful pleasure is all he can think about. “Is your poor cock sore, Wakatoshi?”

Aone who’s usually quiet and silent. But he begs and whimpers for you to let him cum. Edge him enough and the patient man starts getting impatient. Tease him enough and his entire face will go red as he cries for you to have mercy and just let him cum. “Aw, look at my baby so desperate for me.”

Romero's muscles flex as he tenses up when you’re shoving a dildo in his ass. His face buried in the pillow, moaning into the fabric about how good it feels. He clenches his fist and jaw when the dildo is completely settled inside of him. “Be a good boy and take it all.”

Meian touches himself on facetime, listening to your every command. He knows he can't cum without your permission or there will be serious consequences when he gets home. He whines and complains while he edges himself in front of you. "Come on, (Name)! I've been at this for half an hour. Please, please, please just let me cum."

Aran is patient. But every man has a limit. He had been pent up and horny all day long. You had work to do so instead of giving into his desires first, you sat at your computer. Lazily fisting his cock while you type with one hand. He bucks into it sometimes but he knows that when he does that, you'll take your hand away. "Just be patient, baby. I'll make you feel even better in a few minutes."

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fantasydaydreamers · 2 years

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I would like to request some Anone from haikyuu as a daddy dom teasing his girlfriend in public and then being rough and mean when they get home

We love a daddy dom~🤤

Words: 1,211

Warnings: Lemon, use of sex toys in public

"Stop squirming, (Y/n). We're in a restaurant." Aone leans over the table to murmur low in your ear, his deep voice not helping the situation. Before leaving the house, there had been some foreplay going on and you thought it would lead into a quickie before date night.

Wrong.

Aone had worked a small vibrating bullet in you, making sure it was secure before pulling away like nothing ever happened. You laid on the bed, dazed and confused that he left you high and dry.

"Let's go. We had dinner reservations, remember?" He helped you up off the bed and as soon as your feet touched the ground, the vibrations from the toy inside of you came to life almost making you collapse. Luckily Aone was still holding you and managed to catch the stumble. His low chuckle was all you needed to know that your night was going to be fucked.

That's what led you to where you are now, sitting in a booth, trying not to grind against the cushion and keep your mouth shut from crying out. Aone had teased you constantly throughout the night changing the intensity of the vibrations depending on what you were doing. Right now, you were hunched over the table, face flushed with a throbbing clit, trying to endure the medium-high setting.

You didn't even want to know about the mess you were making on the seat and the thought of it made you even more embarrassed. Suddenly the vibrations turned into a low hum and you let out a huge breath you didn't realize you were holding.

A hand landed on your thigh, Aone stroking your skin gently and you painfully looked up to meet his gaze. His pupils were blown wide with lust as he stared at you with pure need.

"Good evening you two! My name is Fanta and I'll be your server today. Any drinks I can start you off with?" The server glanced at you first. "Oh my God? Are you ok? Do you need some water?"

You nodded your head silently, embarrassed that you probably looked a mess. Aone cleared his throat which caught the waitress's worried expression. "Some water would be great. We've already decided on what we want to eat too if that's ok?"

The waitress nods slowly again, casting you a confused glance. "Ok, whenever you're ready."

You barely catch what Aone is saying before you see his other hand under the table move, upping the vibrations a few notches. Biting your lip is the only thing preventing you from making any noise, the only thing you wanting to do is scream.

"Will that be all?" The waitress turns to you expecting you to speak up but you weakly give a thumbs up in approval to whatever Aone had ordered.

She cautiously walks away, clearly weirded out, and you narrow your eyes at Aone. All he does is offer a side smirk.

"That was pretty rude to not answer her questions, (Y/n)." Aone moves to up the vibrations again before you speak out.

"Do you really think I can talk right now? Or risk talking knowing you'll change the settings?" Your voice comes out broken and ruined. Too turned on by the situation.

Aone's hand graciously moves away from the controller under the table making you sigh in relief. "You sound so sexy right now." His voice drops a few octaves making a low whine leave your throat.

"Why is this your bright idea of a fun date night? How about next time I put a remote-controlled cock ring around you and see how you like it?" You whisper out harshly, adjusting your sitting position. It didn't work out well because next thing you know, the vibrations are hitting right on your g-spot making you jerk up and hit the table.

Aone's smirk widens as he watches you struggle, pretending to think about your proposal.

"Maybe."

"Liar." You mumble angrily, knowing damn well you would have to win a bet against him for him to even consider following through.

Aone watches you in silence, amusement and hunger dancing around his eyes. "Fuck... I want to kiss you so fucking bad right now."

The genuine confession has another wave of heat coursing through your body and you're about to respond when a glass of water was placed in front of you. "Here you are. I also brought some lemon slices just in case you wanted lemon water-"

"Excuse me, is there any chance we can take our food to go? My girlfriend isn't feeling well." Aone spoke up, still not taking his eyes off of you.

You spare a glance towards the waitress and offer a weak smile in apology. She looks between the two of you again and nods, turning to walk away again while mumbling.

"Why would you take your girlfriend out if she's not feeling good? I don't get paid enough to see this shit."

You almost laugh but the vibrations kick up again making you bend over the table and grip the sides.

"When we get home, I'm going to lay you out on the bed and tie your hands up so you can't touch me as I eat you out with the bullet still inside you." You moan at that, your thighs clenching together as your g-spot is stimulated again.

"Yeah? I'll suck on that swollen clit of yours, pull the bullet out of your soaked pussy, and rub your clit with it until you cum for me. I bet you're so soft and wet inside so I'll just slide right in-"

You're on the edge now, about to cum all over the seat when a big brown paper bag is placed on the table quickly. "Haveagoodnight!" The waitress hurries away, throwing the check on the table.

Aone blinks. "Do you think she heard me?"

You whine abruptly standing up on wobbly legs. "I don't know and don't care, can we fucking leave now?"

You limp your way to the door, not even checking to see Aone struggling to pay the check at the front as you stumble your way to the car, wetness dripping down your legs. This is so humiliating...I gotta find a way to get him to wear a cock ring...

You hear the door unlock and you practically throw yourself in, feeling tears well up in your eyes from the overstimulation. Needing relief you finally start to let out your gasps and whimpers, as Aone gets into the driver's seat calmly.

He locks the doors and turns to you a hand reaching under your dress to feel your soaked panties. A growl leaves his throat at the same time you gasp, his finger rubbing over your clit to provide the relief you've been craving.

"I'll rub your clit on the way home, but I would suggest not cumming until we get in the bedroom because I'm not stopping the bullet until I do what I said in the restaurant."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Aone starts the car and begins driving home, all the while playing with your soaked clit as you drool and lose your mind in the passenger seat.

I'm so going to make him wear that cock ring.

#this is kinda a crack fic bc i just made myself the waitress #i was gonna put another haikyuu memeber but thought...nahhh #thats too easy #aone takanobu #aone x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#aome x reader lemon #haikyū!!#aone smut #haikyuu lemon #haikyuu smut #aone scenarios

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rinsaint · 2 years

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PLS PLS PART TWO OF PERVY HAIKYUU BOYS W KENMA, AONE AND KYOTANI

ft. kenma, aone, && osamu !! part 1 part 3

cw. THIS IS FILTHY, nonconsensual, oblivious reader, stealing readers toothbrush, stealing readers panties, pillow humping, eye fucking the reader, sniffing panties, taking readers vibrator, panties being licked, peeping on reader while she pleasures herself, recording reading taking a shower !!

authors note. I don’t really know how to write for kyotani so i replaced him with osamu!! hope that’s okay :p

KENMA: Kenma is slick af. You will not be catching him stealing your things or looking at you a certain way because this guy is that slick. He definitely jerks off to your photos. If you post on insta or snap he immediately pulls his cock out and will start the jerking. He steals a lot of your things, a lot. His favorite thing to steal from you is your panties. God he loves it. He likes to steal your red panties because it’s his favorite color lol. When he’s in the mood, he pulls out this box that contains stuff of yours and pulls out your recent panties that he stole when he went to your house. He jerks off to them by wrapping his cock around them and starts to think about you. Other times he’d just spit on his hand and he’d get off by just sniffing and licking it because he wants to smell your scent. He definitely records you touching yourself or when you’re in the shower. One time you were in the shower washing your hair and you had your eyes closed so you didn’t hear anyone come in and the whole time kenma had slightly opened the curtain to record you naked in the shower. He also stops by when he knows you’re the only one in the house. And he knows the time you start touching yourself so everytime you start touching yourself and let moans fall from your mouth, he whips out his phone and starts recording you so he can watch and use it for later.

AONE: This guy feels so fucking guilty about it but he just can’t stop. No matter how many times he tells himself, that this is the last time doing this because he knows it’s not. He has a lot of dirty thoughts about you. Mostly them are filled of you being under him, whining for more as he fucks into your pussy and fills you up over and over again with his cum. When you wear something that makes your body figure stand out, he cannot stop thinking about it for days. He thinks about it while jerking off and it gets him off so fast. Definitely takes your panties and vibrater. He likes your vibrator more because he can still smell and taste you. He likes to steal your vibrator after you’ve just used them because he wants to still smell and taste the remains of your cum on it. Later on he would bring the vibrator to his tongue and jerk off imagining that it’s you that he’s tasting. That’s it’s your cunt that he’s tasting. He likes to hump into his pillow and pretend it’s your cunt that he’s inside of. Your cunt that he imagines is so warm and tight. He steals your toothbrush im so sorry. it’s so weird but he likes to use it to brush his own teeth because he thinks it’s basically kissing you in a way. He doesn’t want you to ever find out because he knows that you wouldn’t be friends with him anymore and would call him weird </3.

OSAMU: Sneaky little bitch too. Has alot of dirty thoughts about you. He definitely likes to eye fuck you alot. He also stares at your breasts alot and your lips. He does that because he likes to imagine pushing his cock between your lips and likes to imagine sucking on your tits. He definitely steals a bunch of your panties. When he’s over at your house he would ask for a glass of water and you would go down stares to get it and he would go in your underwear drawer and would take three pair of panties and when you come back upstairs he would be sitting on your bed smiling at you innocently. Later on that night he would be in the bathroom pumping his cock with your panties and groaning imagining that it was you who was doing this. Touching him. He most definitely jerks off to your photos lmao. Whenever you post something he’s always the first like and one time when you posted yourself and your friends going to the beach, he saw you in your bikini, he was going fucking nuts. He orgasmed so hard that night lmfao. He does try to stop because he does get guilty about it but without you, he can’t cum as hard.

#[ ☆ ] — anons !!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #kenma smut #kenma drabble #kenma x reader #kenma kuzome smut #kenma kuzome x reader #osamu smut #osamu x reader #osamu hcs #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya smut #aone smut #aone x reader #aone hcs #hq aone

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introloves · 1 year

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Hi remi, would you mind doing some kink headcanons for Aone ?

OF COURSE <3

i think with his stature and build, he has to come with some sort of size kink. he’s always been known as being dependable and big, inherently- there’s something that gets him going when he sees someone smaller than him struggle to take it all. letting his hands wander to their wrist to keep them pinned when they squirm too much because they agreed to this, they told him to give him everything he has and now they’re sobbing and turning their head left and right while his heavy cock splits them open.

another is casual dominance. his tummy turns in the best way when you look up at him for reliance, wondering if it’s okay to do things and getting reassurance by him with just a glance. likes the feeling of being dependable, an unspoken agreement between the two of you settled at all times. likes the fact that just a look from him melts away any anxieties or worries, because at the end of the day he’s there for you.

lastly, overstimulation. he’s always excelled at anything he’s put his mind to- and your pleasure is just another one of those things that come so easy to him. he’s kind, but when you’re underneath him and begging he can get a sort of mean streak that he knows you don’t mind when he’s making you make a mess over and over- through broken whines and moans.

#aone #aone smut #aone x you #aone x reader #aone takanobu #hq smut #asks #no.name

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osamusriceballs · 8 months

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Suna x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~1,3 k

About: A one night stand with Suna~

"Fuck-"

You moan his name and arch your back when he delivers a particular hard thrust against your hips, your whole body shaking from the sheer force he's using. He grabs your hips harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and working his cock even further into your body. You're drooling for him at this point, leaving a small wet spot on his pillow, which is nothing compared to the wetness between your legs.

He groans and suddenly leans down until his chest presses against your back, and you find comfort in the fact that he is as sweaty as you. His hand moves to your neck, which causes your eyes to widen for a second in surprise, before he tightens his grip and forces both of your bodies up.

You're both on your knees now, not moving for a second, only your chest heavily heaving from the exertion. Your head is thrown back, your neck bared to his grip, and you're almost embarrassed at how hard you clench around him when he doesn't let go of your throat.

"You're so hot like this." His gaze is dark and hooded while he looks down on your body, your tits on full display, nipples hard and perky, your pussy swallowing his cock, coated in a mixture of both of your arousal.

"Rintarou-" your voice is barely above a whisper, your neck still in his tight grip, but he still responds by finally moving his hips again. The sheer force makes your body jerk forward, only his hands keeping you close to him.

"I love how you moan my name. Do it again," he demands, his voice slightly breathier than before, and when you respond with a moan of his name, you're rewarded with an even harder thrust that make you see stars. His hand wanders from your neck to your chest and starts palming your tit almost violently, while his hips start working relentlessly against yours. You slam your ass against his hips, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot that pushes you even closer to the edge, and his breathy moans against your ear add fuel to your desire.

"Can I cum inside?"

His words stir something primal in you and you wrap your arms around his neck to look into his dark eyes, and you know that you probably look embarrassingly desperate and needy, but you can't help it. "Yes, yes, please-" you groan and when he releases your body, you barely manage to catch yourself on your arms before you sink into the mattress and he presses your face against the pillow again. Your mind is hazy, your body burning with pleasure, and you find yourself whining when he brings his palm down against your ass- again and again.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, and you press your ass further against him and he lets out an appreciating grunt. "Ya like that?" He smacks your ass again and you moan, frantically nodding your head at the pleasurable pain that rushes through your body. His cock hits just the right spot, his fat tip prodding at your entrance when he pulls almost completely out and slams back into you again. "I'm close, Rintarou- Rintar- Rin-" your voice is breathless, and you clench down hardly on him when you suddenly feel yourself tumbling over the edge after he increases the pace. Your body convulses with pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head while you gasp his name, your cunt relentlessly getting overstimulated at his unfaltering thrusts.

"Y/n- fuck-" he groans, the sound so guttural and primal that you clench around him again, and then you feel it. You feel his cum inside of you, hot and heavy, how his body stiffens behind of you and how he stops thrusting, just slamming his hips once into you, then again, and then collapsing over your body. His arms come into your vision, the impressive muscles tensed stiff, and you take a short second to admire his physique. He is not only blessed with strong arms, but you had already admired his toned legs when you sat on his lap in the car.

You both stay in that position for a few moments, desperately trying to calm your breath, while you feel the tight fit of his cock in your now overstimulated throbbing cunt. Suna wraps on arm around your middle and rolls you both to the side, groaning slightly when his cock slips out of your pussy.

He shifts the position of your bodies, one of his arms now under your head while the other stays wrapped around your body. His leg is nestled between yours, but it doesn't feel sexual at all- it's rather comfortable. You sigh contently at the warmth that surrounds your body, and you roam your fingers against the muscles of his arm around you, ignoring the slowly dripping warm liquid between your legs.

It's silent for a while. Just both of you laying in his bed in each other's arms.

"I hope I wasn't too rough with you. Do you feel okay?" His voice breaks the silence, calm and pleasant, his warm breath fanning against your cheek when he talks. You flush at his words, his concern warming your heart.

"I'm good. I... I liked it a lot. When you get rough."

"Oh? Such a pretty and good girl for me, huh?" He grins lazily while his hand moves at an awkward angle to comb through your hair, and you feel your cheeks heating up at his words. The sudden praise surely ignites something in you that you’d rather keep hidden for now.

"Do you tell that all the girls you pick up?" you try to distract him before he notices your flustered state- and you curse yourself after the words have left your lips. You only met this guy today- it's none of your business how many girls he's been picking up lately. Judging by his looks, he probably doesn't have any troubles finding someone for company though.

"You're the first girl I've brought home for... quite a while. I usually prefer to stay on my own."

You raise your brows in surprise, not having expected that answer or the nonchalant tone that he uses. He seemed so confident and experienced when he had caught you after you slightly stumbled in the bar when somebody had bumped into you. He had a mysterious aura about him that intrigued you- and when he had leaned down and connected your lips, you found yourself on cloud nine. The car drive to his apartment had been short, but the make out session in his car had not been. You had the feeling that he was holding back at some point, only touching you so soft and tenderly, so you had simply pulled eagerly on his hair, receiving an approving groan and then he had proceeded things to the bedroom, showing a slightly rougher side- and damn, you're certain that this night will never leave your mind.

"Oh." You only manage to response, your heart suddenly racing in your chest at the implication that you might be disrupting him. Your hands curl into fists as you stop playing with his arm. "I uhm... I'll get dressed and then I'll get out of your hair."

Your attempt at standing up is very short lived though, as his arms refuse to let you go and instead press you closer against his body.

"Do you want to stay and keep me company for a while, y/n?" He sounds so sincere and soft that you wish you could see his expression right now. It almost feels as if you were lovers in each other's arms with the way he's holding you and talking sweetly- a stark contrast to the way he just fucked you, but the duality makes your heart flutter even more.

"Just for tonight?" You know that your voice sounds desperate and clingy, but you can’t' help but to have the urge to want to see him again.

"I'll enjoy your company as long as you want to stay. Not only limited to tonight." His clarification brings a smile to your lips, and you suddenly feel even more safe and home in his arms, certain that this is just the beginning.

"I'll stay."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #suna #suna smut #suna x reader #I'm thinking about who I should choose next #Kuroo or Wakatoshi?#HELP ME DECIDE AJHJDJDJ-#I'm still in the one night stand brainrot phase #I totally forgot about the Aone birthday fic #but I decided to do it during kinktober #Postponed but not forgotten! <3

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