#aran ojiro x reader

[cloudzoro]

Kink Discovery | haikyuu ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with haikyuu characters!

reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!

jjk vers | op vers | masterlist

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: aran, atsumu, daichi, mattsun, tsukki, ukai, bokuto, tendo

cw: drunk sex (atsumu), public sex, facefucking, deepthroating, dom!tendou, biting, spitting, marking, jealousy, ukai is kind of a meanie, fem!reader

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Aran Ojiro - lingerie

When you wake up on your birthday, Aran has already left for work. There's a small gift bag sitting on the dresser, stuffed with tissue paper. Beneath all the tissue paper sits a cute lacy lingerie set and a note.

Happy birthday, baby. I'm only working a half shift today. Be ready when I get back.

- your loving husband

You spend the rest of the morning getting ready, excited for what the second half of your birthday will bring you. The lingerie set fits perfectly; Aran has been adamant about knowing your size in everything when you first started dating. You feel sexy in it, and knowing that your husband wants to see you in it, you take some mirror selfies. You put effort into finding the sexiest poses and position yourself so your husband can see multiple angles. You sort through your favourites and send them to him with a message asking when he'll be home. He responds immediately, telling you to sit pretty and wait for him to be home soon.

It doesn't take long for Aran to get home. As soon as you hear the door click shut behind him, you exit the bedroom and meet him face-to-face. He takes a second to look you up and down.

“The pictures don't do you justice,” he says, pulling you into a kiss and patting your thigh. You jump at his signal, wrapping your legs around him, and your big, strong husband carries you back to your bedroom. Initially, Aran bought the lingerie because he knows it makes you feel sexy. He always thinks you look beautiful in it, but he never went as crazy over it as he feels now. He drops you down to the mattress and removes his shirt.

“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. He kisses around the edge of the lace on your chest and down to the waistband of your panties. He showers you in compliments, letting you know how much of a goddess you are to him and how he worships the ground you walk on. He pulls your panties to the side instead of sliding them down your leg. “I'm not ready to take these off yet”, he says before diving in and flicking his tongue against your clit.

Atsumu Miya - public

Atsumu backs you against the door of the club bathroom, refusing to part from your lips as he reaches for the lock. He told you before you even left the house, there's no way he'd ever be able to behave himself around you in that dress. One of his hands wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and the other slips underneath the skirt of your dress.

“You look so good”, he growls. He moves his kisses down to your neck. You're so worked up by the combination of alcohol and lust in your system. His hand dips into your underwear and he groans against your skin when he feels how wet you are. He kisses your lips again and walks you over to the sink. He turns you around to face the mirror, and you stumble forward slightly, angled over the sink. Atsumu pushes you further over the sink. “Love seeing you like this.”

He's quick and desperate when he pulls your underwear down your legs. He waits for you to kick them away so he can pick them up and tuck them into his jeans pocket. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock free, lining it up with your pussy. When he pushes into you, Atsumu moans louder than expected; the walls of your pussy always seem to unravel him.

“Quiet tsumu, someone might hear us” Your plea, however, only makes Atsumu louder as he pictures one of his friends walking in on the two of you.

“And what if they did, huh? What if someone walked in to see me fucking this pretty pussy? I'd keep going, let ‘em watch. Would you like that?” You hear him growl under his breath when you nod in response.

You look up at his face in the mirror's reflection and see a grin plastered on his. He lifts one of your legs, using the counter to support it, and pulls the rest of your body upright. You turn your head to look at him properly, and he immediately kisses your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hips pick up speed, and he gets rougher with you, desperate to make you cum. When you start whining that you're close, Atsumu moves his hand that was holding your leg to play with your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming.

“scream for me, baby, let everyone out there know I'm fucking you good.”

Daichi Sawamura - facefucking

Daichi returns home from work, and within seconds, you're standing in the entryway, waiting to throw yourself into his arms. It's late in the evening, but you don't mind; all you want is to see your husband. After he takes his jacket off and hangs it up, he looks you in the eye and steps towards you. He reaches out, and you waste no time pulling him into a kiss. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you as tight to him as you can get.

“I missed you today. Sorry I'm home so late”, he sighs after pulling away, touching his forehead against yours. You cup his face and push him back slightly to see his face properly. Daichi stares at you with tired eyes, struggling to focus on you.

“I missed you too. How about we get you to bed so we can spend the day together tomorrow?” you say, running a hand through his hair. He shakes his head in protest, leaning back in to kiss you. You smile into the kiss. You drag him into the living room and tell him to sit on the sofa. He groans as you drop to your knees in front of him. He reaches down to unbutton his trousers, and you swat his hands away.

“let me take care of you,” you say, doing it for him.

“You're so good to me, baby”, he groans as you lick up his cock. You take his cock into your mouth, and he loudly moans. He's too tired to keep his composure, so his hips buck up into your mouth. You try to push your mouth as far down as it will go. “don't take all of me if you can't do it, baby; this already feels insane”, he says. You ignore his words and relax your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. The strangled noise Daichi makes is unlike anything you've heard from him before. He pulls you off his cock, panting loudly.

“Is everything OK?” you ask, voice tired and raspy. Your husband smiles at you, nodding his head.

“Perfect baby, I just - let me fuck your face,” he says. “Please”, he adds. You nod, opening your mouth for him. His hand grabs the back of your hair, holding you in place and thrusting his hips up into your mouth. The tight feeling of your throat has him cumming the quickest he ever has. You swallow everything he gives you, and he watches you in awe. He tucks himself back into his trousers and pulls up onto his lap.

“Was that good?” you ask, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of your question.

“I'm barely even functioning right now. You were perfect. Give me a few minutes to recuperate, and we can go to bed.”

Issei Matsukawa - marking

Mattsun wishes he could control his jealousy problem. He knows you would never cheat, but seeing you laughing away with his friends leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it shouldn't bother him, but when you give Makki a goodbye hug and wish him happy birthday, it makes his skin crawl.

When he finally gets you home, he immediately pulls you to the bedroom, growling under your breath about how he's so much better than stupid Makki. You roll your eyes at his muttering, but you're not going to complain when he's channelling his jealousy into fucking you.

It doesn't take long before you're on your back, legs wrapped around Mattsuns waist as his cock stretches you. You claw at his back as he buries his face in your neck, fucking you slow and deep.

“You're mine. I'm gonna mark you up, maybe then my friends will remember you're taken” Your neck muffles his voice, but the raspy tone of his voice still makes you whimper. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the skin and sucks a pretty mark into your neck. When he's finished, he leans back to look at the mark. He's overcome with the urge to add more, so he does. He continues slowly rocking his hips and sectioning his mouth over any patch of skin he can get to.

When he's finally done, your neck and shoulders are covered in very obvious red and purple marks. Feeling satisfied and accomplished, he picks up his pace. His large hands grip the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. He fucks your harder, eyes flickering from your marked up chest to your blissed out face.

“You're so fucking pretty”

Kei Tsukishima - Spitting

The two of you are at a house party. Tsukki stands in the kitchen chatting to Kyotani, and you cling to his side. He looks good, and you can't help teasing him. He tries not to give in because he's in public, but when you wait for Kyotani to get another drink and lean up to whine in his ear, his patience wanes. He grabs your hand and drags you into the nearest bedroom.

“You're so needy,” Says Tsukki, pushing his hands into your panties. “You seriously couldn't wait until we went home?.” His words may sound harsh, but there's a smile on his face as he kisses you. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth has your mind going hazy. You don't even register your words until they leave your mouth.

“spit on me”, you whine, opening your mouth for him. He pauses to think it over, it's the first time you've ever requested him to spit on you. He obliges, spit landing on your tongue, then reconnects your lips. He pushes his fingers inside you as his kisses get messier. He has you pressed against his friend's bedroom wall, fingering you and you cling to him.

“if you're good and cum for me now, I'll take you home and fuck you properly.” he growls moving his kisses to your neck. “I'll be as nasty as you want me to be. I'll spit on that pretty pussy before I eat it. I'll make a real mess of you” He's usually mouthy during sex but he's never dirty talked like this before. You're both desperate and he grinds against your leg as he works you to your orgasm.

You cum almost immediately, legs shaking as he holds you upright. He kisses you, sucking on your tongue as he lets you ride out your orgasm. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and walks out of the party, not even bothering to say goodbye to the host. He has something much more appealing in his mind.

Keishin Ukai - begging

Keishin leans back against the sofa, staring at you with a smug grin on his face as you ride his cock. In the heat of an argument, you had told him you didn't need him to get off, that you could do all the work yourself. After talking through your petty argument, he found the comment lingering in his head so he decided to prove you wrong. He kissed all over your pretty skin, spoke soft words and got you all worked up, only to sit back and tell you that if you want to cum then you have to do it yourself or take back what you said. You, ever the stubborn type, accepted his terms and took the reins for once. His cock feels so good, reaching all the deepest spots inside you.

“feels so good” Your voice comes out as an airy whine, and your boyfriend tries his best to keep his composure as you clench around him. Your hand presses into his bare shoulders to use as leverage to keep your hips moving. After a few minutes, the muscles in your thighs start to burn, and you slow down, choosing to grind down on him instead of bounce. Keishin notices what you're doing and laughs, trying his best not to show you how affected he is.

“I thought you could do it all yourself. What's wrong, baby?” he asks condescendingly. Your thighs shake slightly as you will yourself to keep moving. “If you want me to take over, all you have to do is tell me how much you need me”, He says in a smug sing-song voice. You groan, you don't want to admit defeat, but if your boyfriend doesn't put you on your back and fuck your brains out, then you might combust.

“Please, Keishin”, you beg, “I need you so bad. Want you to pin me down and fuck me” He's never heard you beg before, but the way your voice trembles when like you're so desperate for him you're going to cry flips a switch inside him, and he happily turns you so you're laying with your back against the sofa cushions.

“Don't you worry, baby I got you.”

Kotaro Bokuto - size kink

Your boyfriend's size was always a major turn-on for you, but he never gave your size difference much thought until now. Bokuto has you in his arms, fucking you against the wall.

“You take me so well, pussy was made for me”, He moans in your ear. You hold on to him the best you can as he stretches you out. The way your pussy is clenching around him has him seeing stars.

“You're so big, Kou”, you whine, and he almost cums on the spot. He's used to compliments about the size of his muscles, but the way you cry out about the size of his cock and struggle to take him full ignites a different kind of fire within him.

“You can take me; you always do”, he growls. He's always sensitive, your tight pussy brings him to the edge fast, but he tries to hold off as he makes you cum with him. His grip tightens around you as he puts you on the bed. He leans over you fucking you harder. He dwarfs you in size, which is made clearer by the way you're hidden in his shadow. If someone were to walk in, they might not even see you. His size makes him feel like he can protect you no matter what and fuels his pride. His words are slurred and garbled together as his hips rut wildly into you. You're both close, and it doesn't take long for you to cum. Bokuto follows soon after, unable to withstand the way your pussy pulses around his huge cock, and he fills you up with cum.

“Fuck”, you groan, dragging out the vowel. “Sometimes it scares me how much you stretch me out. You're too big,” you whine, clenching around him again. He hasn't moved from inside you, opting instead to squish you slightly. You don't miss the way his cock twitches when he compliments your size. “round two?” you ask, pulling his head up so he can look you in the eyes.

“I thought you said I was too big?” he asks playfully. He lifts himself back up to his forearms and pulls you into a sweet kiss, rocking his hips into you again.

Satori Tendou - biting

Tendou has always been a bit wild in the bedroom, and he's never afraid to bring things up with you, so when he asks mid-stroke if he can sink his sharp teeth into your skin, you don't hesitate to say yes.

He has you positioned face down, ass up. Your face is squished against the sheets as Tendou holds you down by your hair. He fucks you slow and hard to begin with, building you up to an orgasm, then holding still and tearing it away from you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder blade; he occasionally presses sloppy kisses there or lets his teeth scrape against your skin, but he has yet actually to bite down. You know it's coming, and the anticipation is making you restless that, combined with the frustration of a denied orgasm, almost has you in tears.

“‘Tori” you whine, and he softly shushes you.

“It's ok, angel. I'll make you come soon I promise” he coos, pressing another kiss to your back. His hips speed up and you feel the coil tighten in your stomach. He pays close attention to your reactions and just when you get lost in the feeling of your impending orgasm he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder blade. The sudden sting makes heat fill your body as you cum. Your legs shake and your boyfriend's skilled hands rub soothe your tired muscles. The feeling of sinking his teeth into you is ingrained in his brain and he admires the mark on your back as you catch your breath.

“That was incredible” you breathe out, cutting yourself off with a moan when Tendou runs his tongue over the teeth marks in your skin.

“You're incredible” He smiles before kissing your shoulder again.

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[merakidoll]

ೃ࿐ plug boyfriend things

leaning back into the seat of the sports car he blew out smoke looking down at his phone where you sat on facetime. the phone propped and legs spread, freshly done acrylic spreading your fat brown lips and rubbing your clitoris, soft moans going though his speaker.

“speed up princess” propping the phone against the wheel and his knee, he enjoyed the show with his blunt, dick growing in the loose fitted sweats making a print began to show precum making a small circle against the grey fabric. his tongue swiped over his plump lips crinkles of a water bottle loud as he took a sip, never once moving his eyes. “s-shit baby, she’s s’wet for you” flipping over you pressed your head into the silk pillow, ass in the air and pussy front and center to the screen.

you knew your man was smiling, watching your hands work your pussy, pressing against your holes, showing off the long duck nails that had a single letter- that happened to be his first name’s initials so others knew not to mess with you, along with the engagement ring.

“wet ass pussy, really fuck the shit out of you”

“then come do ittt”

“oh, yea?” smirking he looked out the window nodding at someone and picking up the phone. “keep that pretty pussy wet for me, i’ll be there in a minute

onyankopon, eren, connie, aran,

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[slxtslovebambi]

Teasing him in front on his friends

Suna Rintarou x Fem!reader

Mentions of Aran and Miya Twins.

Synopsis: Getting on Suna's nerves while he is with his friends probably wasn’t the best idea.

Warnings: Nsfw, Thigh riding, slight exhibitionism?, power dynamics, spanking, orgasm denial, begging, kinda degrading?

Wc: 1.7k+ | MDNI

Suna loves his pretty girl.

He loves watching his friends gush over you, and he loves the fact that he’s the only one that gets to touch you in all the places he wants.

Right now you’re placed in his lap with your head resting on his shoulder while he’s talking to Aran, Atsumu and Osamu as you’re almost falling asleep.

You love Suna's friends, you really do, but you’ve been tired all day and you just want to go home.

You want to watch TV and cuddle with him, but it doesn’t seem like your boyfriend is planning on leaving soon.

"Rin…" you mumble quietly in his ear, just loud enough for him to hear.

"What’s wrong princess?" He pauses his conversation with his friends while looking down at you.

"Can we please go home? Please?" You give him your puppy dog eyes while you claw at his shirt.

"Now?" He sighs before checking his wrist watch.

"Mhm." You respond calmly.

"Just one more hour baby I promise."

He doesn’t want to leave yet. It’s not often that he sees his friends after graduating Highschool, right now he just wants to catch up with them and have fun.

"But I’m so tired." You pout at him.

"C’mon baby stop bein' so cranky. You’ll get a reward later if you behave now."

He makes you sit up straight so that you can face him and look him in his eyes.

"I don’t want a reward, I wanna go home!" You hiss at him before you pinch his chest.

You can barley keep your eyes open and you’re starting to get annoyed at the fact that he cares more for his friends than for you, but you immediately regret raising your voice at him after you see the way he looks at you. If there’s one thing that your boyfriend hates, it’s dumb little girls acting like brats, and not only that but in front of his friends too.

He just waves off and continues to ignore you again, what doesn’t mean that he’ll let you get away with the little outburst you just had, he’s just going to take care of it later.

You keep on trying to get his attention but it seems like he just doesn’t care, he acts like you’re not even there, and keeps talking to his friends about the most random things. You’re starting to get frustrated while you think of different ways to make your boyfriend want to leave with you.

Mindlessly you begin moving in his lap when he wraps his hand around your waist to make you sit still as you get an idea. You rest your head against his chest before you start slowly rubbing your clothed pussy on his thigh. Your left hand slides under his shirt, where you hold onto his belt.

Suna immediately realizes what you’re doing and it doesn’t go unnoticed by his friends either. He roughly grabs you by your shoulder before gritting his teeth.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doin'?" He glares at you.

"I think yer girl needs some discipline Suna."

Atsumu giggles. It seems like this entire situation is pretty amusing to him.

"Shut the fuck up, like ya know what a girl needs Tsumu." Osamu interrupts his twin, as he hits his shoulder.

You still don’t stop grinding on his thigh, the spite the fact that it’s obvious that everybody’s watching you. If Suna doesn’t want to listen then he has to learn it the hard way, at least that’s what you thought before he grabbed your chin to leave a slap on your cheek.

"We’re leavin'." Is all he says before standing up and dragging you after him.

"Take care Suna." Aran and Osamu figured that acting like nothing happened would make things easier for you, since they know how Suna can be.

"Make sure ya don’t break her, she still needs to come to my game on Saturday." Atsumu jokes as you wave all 3 of them goodbye.

"Shut the fuck up." Suna responds before dragging you out.

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"You seriously pissed me off today princess."

Suna pushes you onto your shared bed after he just took off your shirt and bra, exposing your tits to him.

"It’s your fault, you ignored me!"

You roll you’re eyes at him while trying to cover your chest. One stern look from him is enough to make you realize that hiding your body won’t help you right now. You let go of your chest and look up to him where his and your eyes meet.

"My fault huh?" He says while holding you in place by your waist.

"Mhm." You stand your ground.

"I should put a fucking collar on you since you wanna act like a fuckin' dog."

He moves your skirt out of the way before rubbing his thumb against your inner thigh.

"On all fours." Is all he says. You choose to not disobey him again, since you don’t want to make things worse than they already are. You feel Suna's hand trailing over the soft flesh of your butt while your face is pressed into the mattress.

"Now be a good girl and count for me yeah?" He says before you feel his hand harshly spank your behind. "O-One." You start counting. "Mhm, just like that." He praises you before slapping you again. "Two." You continue counting like Suna wanted you to. "That wasn’t loud enough." He says as he places another firm slap on your ass. "Three." You cry out loudly when you feel the pain starting to get worse and the well known stinging that’s probably going to make sitting very difficult for you for the next two to three days.

Ten slaps later and you’re so overwhelmed that you just start whining into your pillow. You wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbors could hear you by now but it’s impossible to keep your shit together with your ass burning like that. You’re sobbing while begging Suna to stop.

"C-Can’t a-anymore. P-Please, hurts to m-much." You whimper.

"Shut up and fucking take what I give you, understood?"

He warns you as he slides your panties down to your ankles before tossing them to the side. You nod slowly at his threat as he turns you onto your back and slowly presses his thumb against your clit.

He wraps his other hand around your throat tightly while smirking viciously at the fact that you’re pussy's already soaking wet for him. You can feel the metal of his rings pressing against your skin, as you gasp for air. Suna immediately feels your body twitching lightly when he slides his middle and ring finger inside of you. You grab his wrist and try to remove his hand form your neck but he just tightens his grip.

"R-Rin I- I.." you try make him stop, digging your nails into his skin but he just won’t let go.

"You want me to stop?" He asks as he looks down on you.

You just nod in response.

"Apologize to me first."

"I’m s-sorry." You barley get out.

"Say I’m sorry for bein’ a selfish little attention whore." He commands harshly as he removes his fingers from your clenching pussy to sluggishly insert his already stiffened cock inside of you.

Your head turns to the side and you whine in pain as Suna's hand forcefully grabs you by your hair to make you look at him.

"Say it!" He yells at you while tears start rolling down your face. He starts moving carefully while trying to keep himself from moaning by biting down on his lip. Fuck, he loves you for always making him feels so good, but there’s no way he’d ever let you know, especially not if you were acting like a bitch earlier.

"I-I’m sorry for being-ahh a s-selfish…." All the sobbing makes it difficult for you to think straight, what keeps you from being able to finish your sentence.

"C’mon princess you almost got it." Suna looks at you expectant while still holding you by your hair as he starts to move faster.

"For being a sel-selfish little a-attention Whore." You finish with a mortified look on your face.

"Mhm that’s right, you wanna be my good girl again?" He asks as he lets go of your hair.

"Y-Yes please." You beg mindlessly as the tears in your eyes make it hard for you too distinguished anything.

"Wanna feel good baby?" You hear him laughing quietly to himself as you let out a small, "Mhm.".

"Should I go deeper princess?" He knows exactly what your answer is going to be and yet he asked just cause he wanted to hear you say it.

"P-Please go deeper, I need you to go d-deeper Rin!"

You’re so desperate for him right now that it’s humiliating in many ways, especially since you were the one that started all of this. Of course you don’t regret it but you might think about it twice if you want to annoy your boyfriend next time. Suna holds you by your waist as he deepens his thrusts.

"Why can’t you just listen to me? You think I like doing this?"

He hisses under his teeth.

"I love treating you like a princess but you just keep makin' things difficult for me."

You can feel how frustrated he is by the way he’s slamming his dick inside of you with not a single bit of pity in sight. He feels you tightening around him, knowing that it means that you’re about to cum.

"Oh so you’re close hmm?" He hums devilishly.

You nod your head yes as you feel your body getting ready to release yourself right on his cock, wich is still hammering inside you when suddenly all your pleasure reduces to zero. You can’t even comprehend what just happened to you when you yelp loudly and notice that Suna stopped moving completely.

You whine and whimper, trying to rub your behind against him when he violently smack your butt again, right where you were already sore.

"You really thought I’d let you cum? Silly little girl… Tonight only I get to cum.

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I really don’t know how to feel about this lmaoo. I started so many works but I just don’t know how to finish them, so I’m sorry if this is kinda rushed! :(

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[ilyluffy]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 || 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: signing your son up for after school volleyball lessons with the handsome former olympian was the best choice you’ve ever made

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: aran ojirou x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!volleyball coach!aran, single parent!sub!reader, despite the name the reader is only referred to with gn!terms, mentions of last baby daddies, unestablished relationship, vaginal sex, backshots, unprotected sex, size kink, semi-public sex, slight dumbification, rough sex, petnames “baby”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k+

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎. the idea was first presented to you when your child came home one day, begging to join the after school activity. apparently the man running the whole thing had gone to the olympics and your son was dying to learn from him.

you jiggled the idea around in your head for a bit. you were hesitant because not only could sports gear get expensive but it would require you to take time out of your already busy schedule to go sit in a gym as the kids smacked a ball over a net.

however, the desperate and excited look in your baby’s eyes managed to convince you. it couldn’t hurt right? he’d be exercising and interacting with other children. besides, it would give you a chance to possibly make friends with other single parents. having made up your mind, you signed your son up the next day.

frankly it was the best decision you’ve ever made. you realized that the moment you laid eyes on aran. his good looks shocked you so much when you entered the volleyball gym for the first time that your son practically had to yell to get your attention.

“i’m going to go play now,” your son informs you before racing toward the group of kids. quickly regaining your composure, you flash him a smile and wave him off. aran, with an award winning smile, greets everyone enthusiastically as they gather around. meanwhile you can’t seem to take your eyes off him as you sit on a bench with some of the other parents.

“look at that eye candy,” one of the mom’s giggle. “i guess the kids won’t be the only ones entertained”.

there’s a chorus of giddy laughter from the other mother’s sitting about. you would have been inclined to chuckle along with them if you weren’t a little jealous that you weren’t the only one admiring the handsome coach. instead of expressing your attraction like the others, you stay focused on watching your son as he gets in position on the court.

for a couple more weeks this routine continues. you’d sit in on the volleyball practices, playing the part of the dutiful and attentive parent. at the same time your sneakily stealing glances at aran and wondering what it would be like to have his chiseled arms pinning you down.

you’re in the middle of a day dream like this when you suddenly feel your boy tugging on your sleeve. “the coach wants to talk to you” he informs you, much to your surprise. what could this be about? you’re hesitant because the two of you should really be heading home for dinner but one of the other mom’s you recently befriended reassures you.

“i’ll take him to my house. our kids have been wanting to have a sleepover for ages after all” she tells you, easing any worries you had about staying too late. “you stay behind and have a nice little chat with the coach”. she ends off that sentence with a wink. as if implying something interesting might occur.

you brush that off and watch as your son is lead out of the gym along with his friend. eventually when all the equipment is cleaned up and everyone has left, you approach the man with the whistle around his neck. “hey, i don’t think we’ve been able to properly introduce ourselves yet” aran smiles when he sees that you’re close. “aran ojirou”.

politely you exchange your own name. you can’t help but feel a little anxious. until now you’re pretty sure that it’s only been you staring at him. however, right now aran’s eyes are on nothing but you. it’s enough to make your heart race and your palms sweaty. trying not to make a fool of yourself, you ask what it was he wanted to talk to you about.

“let’s go talk in my office. it’s just this way” aran, motions to a door at the other end of the gym. thinking nothing of it, you follow him without question. as promised, the pair of you eventually walk into a room with a desk, two chairs, and a bit of volleyball gear spread about. you take a seat in one of the chairs while aran makes himself comfortable leaning against his chest. he’s still so close. the proximity alone makes you rub your thighs together nervously.

“i just wanted to say how impressed i am with how supportive of a parent you are” aran explains, crossing his large arms over his chest. “a lot of people sit around and gossip instead of paying attention to the game but i noticed that you’re always so engaged”.

he noticed you? if that were true that must mean he was gazing in your direction more than you thought. as if you couldn’t get more flustered. you were a grown up for goodness sake! you were well past the age of getting hot in the face just because a hot guy was giving you praise and yet…

“why doesn’t his dad come watch?” aran tilts his head to the side as he asks his question. admittedly you had spaced out for a second and hadn’t heard what he say previously. however you’re able to put the pieces together based on what you have heard.

“my son’s father? oh… he’s not around” you confess, slightly embarrassed although it was nothing to be ashamed about.

“single parent?”.

“mhm” you confirm, completely unaware of the reasoning behind the interrogation. there was underlying meaning to these questions but before you realize it you start speaking again. “that’s why i’m so grateful you’ve been so nice to my son. he could use more positive male role models”.

“it’s my pleasure but if i’m being honest… i’d really like to get to know you better” aran says, leaning in a little closer to you. his expression shifts in that moment. his eyes go from bright to dark with mischievous intentions. at first you can’t help but gulp but something about the way he’s looking at you draws you in.

you can’t recall how EXACTLY things proceed after that. it’s something along the lines of the gap between both of your lips closes and aran big hands grab hold of you. apparently all the sexual tension bubbled to the surface until neither of you could take it anymore. you only seem to come to your senses when you’re undressed and bent over aran’s desk.

“shit” aran groans, gripping your waist as he begins to shove his thick cock past your folds. “i’ve only put the tip inside and you feel incredible”.

your lips, which are swollen from the heavy kissing earlier, create an O shape as aran stretches you further. you have to claw at random items on the wooden desk as he fills you further and further. by the time aran’s heavy balls slap against your clit your eyes are glossed over and nearly rolled back into your head.

“was your baby daddy this big?” aran teases, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as he gives you a moment to get used to his size. already too fucked out to talk, you shake your head. that gives the coach a sense of pride as he pulls his hips back and slams back inside of you. “good to hear. i only want you thinking about me from now on, baby”.

with the way he’s fucking you, so hard and fast, you couldn’t think about anything much less another man. thank god all the kids had long cleared out of the building because there no doubt your moans of his name were leaking out of the office. aran seems like he could care less about you being too loud. in fact, he’s completely transfixed on the way your ass jiggles with every thrust.

“a-aran” you stutter, looking over your shoulder at the man pounding your cunt. you’re fully aware that there’s tears in your eyelashes and drool slipping past your lips but you’re too cock drunk to care. “harder please, ‘m so close”.

it’s impossible for aran to hold back his groan at your request. each snap of his hips was already rough to begin with but unable to deny you, aran increases the intensity. the result is you chanting at a louder volume than you had been previously.

“yes! yes! yes! right there. fuck- ‘m gonna cum” you slur, giving up trying to ground yourself. if it wasn’t for aran gripping your ass you would have gone flying. you’re already squeezing him so tight that aran’s sure that the moment you reach orgasm and clamp down on him, he’ll cum simultaneously.

wanting to reach his end too, one of aran’s hands move away from your waist so he can pinch your clit. that causes you to cry out in pleasure. with that little push, you tip over the edge. aran feels you unmistakably cream around him. just as he predicted, coating his dick with your slick makes aran’s balls tighten.

you’re not sure how he manages to pull out in time but expertly aran does. instead of burying his load deep inside your pussy, aran paints your ass with his thick white ropes. unable to think clearly and mind still clouded with lust, you whine in disappointment after he fails to fill you.

chuckling at your pouting, aran grabs one of the towels that he typically hands out after practices. using it to clean up his mess, aran gives you another long kiss once he’s finished. “sorry baby, i’m not trying to be your second baby daddy… at least not yet”.

the last part of his sentence earns a wide eyed look of surprise from you. meanwhile aran doesn’t seem to regret a word as he hands you the clothes you had tossed away. “let's do this again okay?” he continues as he watches you get dressed. “𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒”.

2022–2023 © ilyluffy — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome

#aran ojiro #aran ojiro x reader #aran ojiro smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq #hq x reader #hq smut #apollo writes ✎

[sugawarassoulmate]

Good. GOOD, imagine the Osamu face when he catches the reader on top fucking on Aran. I can really feel our bully's ego and plans being shattered into little pieces (￣y▽,￣)╭ (please give this hot man a chance and i'm yours forever, my favorite creator😘)

osamu's stomach churned at the sight. he prayed his eyes were deceiving him but there you were, bouncing in aran's lap with your fingers bunched up into the fabric of his shirt. neither of you noticed osamu walking into the locker room—how could you when you were so wrapped up in one another.

his best friend and his girl that's not his girl but basically is, going at it without a care in the world. "oh fuck, aran," you whined, lips pressed against his. "i'm gonna cum, ran, can't hold it."

aran coos, and it's a voice osamu's never heard before. it's gravely as he fucks into you harder, your breasts bouncing in front of his face.

"cum with me baby, wanna cum with you," he grunts, smothering you in kisses. osamu wants to push you away from him. you're his. it's not fair, but he's frozen in shock—unable to do anything when aran breeds you. "love you, ran," you mumble.

he thinks he might throw up.

osamu wakes up in a sweat, disoriented, and with foggy vision. he reaches for his phone and realizes he must have knocked out a few hours ago. he's quick to send you a text, a simple: where the fuck are ya.

right as he hits send, he hears the distinct sound of your giggle from downstairs. osamu wastes no time running down the steps, finding you in his living room and working on your laptop. "oh, are you done sleeping? you seemed so tired when we got home."

it was a dream—a nightmare. he just got in his head after seeing you and aran getting chummy during his last visit. without a word, osamu pushes your laptop away and throws you over his shoulder. "samu!"

he has no time to explain. he needs to fuck you.

sorry, babes, but i'm incapable of hurting bully!osamu. we can see him shake just a lil, even if it's only pretend 👀

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #aran ojiro x reader #ojiro aran x reader #aran x reader #aran smut #osamu smut #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #bully!osamu #🍑 #🍑osamu #🍑aran

[sucka4pain]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!❣︎

haikyuu men with a thicc!s/o

Bokuto Koutarō, Aran Ojiro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Tsukishima Kei

Includes: Ass slapping, sloppy make outs, mentions of sex, sexual tensions, possessiveness, and dirty talk

Probably went a little overboard with Ushijima and Aran but can’t blame me🤭

Pronouns aren’t really mentioned

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Bokuto Koutarō

The PERFECT COUPLE!!

Nothing is better a couple who both have CAKE

He likes to play with your ass. LIKE DRUMS. Not THAT way…

He likes to slap it while you are laying on your stomach.

Even tells you to play with his😭

“Come on Y/n! It’s actually fun!!” “Kou, I’m not gonna mess around with your ass😑” “please?🥺” “…Fine”

Now he’s happy.

Okay but like when he FIRST slapped your ass, he was FLABBERGASTED!

Bro was shocked by the recoil on that thang

When you guys are fucking he ALWAYS has to do back shots first.

Him seeing your ass bounce back on his dick as he breaks your back just gives him heart eyes.

100% has his hands on your ass at ALL times!

Even when making out especially

If you two are out walking and you have on jeans, he has his hand in one of your back pockets.

Aran Ojiro

Ugh black KING😫

He’s an ass man it’s the truth

HE HITS IT FROM THE BACK EVERY TIME!🗣️

Your with your friends in a party and your twerking? He is RIGHT behind you catching it.

“Damn Babe, did your ass get fatter or what?🥴” “It’s the same as always babe😂” “Definitely hitting it from the back again tonight..” “Oh hell nah! You nearly broke my back last time!😭” “Baby that ain’t my fault you walking around with THAT behind you😍”

He is a SUCKERRRRRR for you in jeans

You know damn well he is gonna be staring

Always gives your ass a slap before going in a game or even practice

He does it to kinda embarrass you but he calls it his ‘Good luck charm’

Sloppy make out sessions on his bed with you on his lap. His hands placed on your ass, squeezing and rubbing the soft surface as your arms are wrapped around his neck. Pulling him closer into the kiss making it even messier.

“You wanna fuck?” “Aran No!!” CAN NOT have a make out session without you guys fucking afterwards.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Lets be honest here

He stares with NO shame!

When walking together in public he’s always behind you

He doesn’t want anyone to stare at what’s his

Another one that was flabbergasted when he saw the recoil.

Short scenario:

You and your friends are having fun at a club. Ushijima and his team are chilling and talking. They hear cheers and look over to see you twerking on your friend, having a good ass time. NOW you at the time has TIGHT ass jeans. He blushed a little and his jaw dropped seeing how smooth and effortlessly you where doing it. You where barely moving and yet it was jiggling.

Hugs you from behind just to feel your ass rub against his crotch

As lewd as he thinks it is, he can’t help it

Don’t matter where or what time he is STARING!!

Your cooking and your back is facing towards him? He’s looking

You walk past him to leave and hang out with friends? He’s LOOKING (and tried to sneakily take a picture but fails cause his flash was on)

Even during practice he is staring!

“Wakatoshi quit staring at Y/n and focus on practice!!” Coach yelled and he nods going back to practice.

Tsukishima Kei

Ohohohoho lord…

Every second he gets, he’s slapping that ass

“Oh sorry Y/n, there was a bug on you~” “Mother fucker touch my ass again.” Guess what. He touches it.

Which resulted to him getting kicked where the sun don’t shine!

Looks like someone won’t be having kids!!

Jokes aside, he is VERY possessive

Gets mad at anyone and anything for looking.

Even if a kid just looks at you he’s gonna be like “What are you staring at?”

Like bro chill it’s a kid 💀

Loves to fuck you doggy style in front of a mirror and makes you watch.

“Look at that baby, you like getting pounded like this hm? Such a dirty little slut you are.”

2022 ©sᴜᴄᴋᴀ4ᴘᴀɪɴ — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome!!

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu x poc!reader #tsukishima kei #bokuto koutarou #ushijima wakatoshi #aran ojiro #aran ojiro x reader #ushijima x reader #tsukishima x reader #bokuto x reader #tsukishima smut #ushijima smut #aran smut #haikyuu x black reader smut

[eiflawriting]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘦' 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

(���) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙋 𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉. 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘺!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ─  𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘮𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭,  𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘤. 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 ─  𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦. 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(✧) ─ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘫 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘪 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘱, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺? 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏. 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3.

𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑾𝑬𝑻𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑺 𝑨𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑭𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫, Aran Ojiro—outside hitter of the Tachibana Red Falcons. You haven't seen him in almost a month due to being on the road for Nationals. However, you didn't expect him to arrive at your apartment unannounced at eleven thirty at night. You missed him dearly, wanting nothing more than to do the things you promised him on all your steamy FaceTime calls.

The moment you saw Aran, you dragged him by the belt to your bedroom to sit him on the corner of your bed. You felt like a fucking nymphomaniac. To think he couldn't choose a better time to come. Usually, he would be asleep around this time, so you took it upon yourself to masturbate to the explicit photos and videos he sends. And just when you were about to climax, Aran knocked on your door.

Aran observed you, enjoying how your plush lips parted around his length. You were sloppy with your head—he loved that. He loved how you did your best to fit all nine inches of his cock down your throat, producing gags and gargles. The amount of saliva down your chin and his balls was obscene. You were sure there was a small puddle underneath him, but neither of you cared. That's just how nasty you are.

He nearly felt his soul leave his body, trying to contain himself, but you were sucking him off too well. Aran was so weak for you. He had such a stressful day, and he knew that stress would be gone the second he saw you. His face grew warmer the more you took him in your mouth. His hand gripped the back of your head while he whimpered your name. Not to control your actions but to take comfort. Though—he would be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck your pretty face.

You swirled up and down while twisting his cock like salt 'n pepper grinders to continue pulling those husky grunts from his chest. Hearing his sounds of pleasure boosted your confidence and proved even after weeks, you never lost your touch. He sounded so fucking sexy with those breathy moans of your name, nipping his bottom lip while staring at you through heady-lidded eyes.

Those eyes screamed, "I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you."

All the cum Aran had pent up was being saved for your pussy, so he'd only allow you to suck him off for a bit longer. You began deepthroating him while gently playing with his balls. Fuck erupted from the pit of Aran's stomach due to the warmth of your mouth engulfing him. The vibrations of your moans tickled his cock, to which he reflexively bucked into your throat, causing you to gag. His libido was put on pause.

Aran felt terrible for accidentally shoving his dick in your mouth without warning. He pulled you off him to shower your face with soft kisses, uttering his apologies. Your sweet giggles melted his heart, but he had to ensure you were okay.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. Are you okay?"

"I'm good. I actually like how that feels."

He chuckled, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Well, you could let me finish giving you head."

"Nah, if you keep sucking my dick like that, I'm definitely gonna bust in your mouth. C'mere. I need you to sit on me."

As requested, you stood up to slowly pull your nightgown over your head. More precum leaked from Aran's tip from seeing how full your curves were. Pictures were one thing. Seeing it in person was always a different experience. His brown eyes were blown in awe. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, enjoying the feel of your beautiful silky skin. The moon made it no secret how captivated it was by your deep copper complexion.

Aran loved every part of your body. Those love handles he would hold onto when fucking you passionately. Your natural saggy tits, which fitted perfectly in his mouth. Your thick round ass, decorated beautifully with stretch marks that his hand rested on while cuddling. And let's not forget about that fat pussy that was currently dripping juices, desperate for his touch. Fuck, you're so perfect. Both inside and out. Aran couldn't ask for a better girlfriend.

Without waiting any further, you pushed Aran back with your lips pressed against his until he reached the headboard. You adjusted yourself on top of him while you continued kissing. After a few more smooches, you parted lips to watch your reactions from being engulfed in each other's warmth. You held Aran's cock to align it with your entrance, then slowly sank onto his length. Your brows knitted, and your lips held open in an o shape from the pressure of your hole being stretched. Aran watched you, eyes saying, "I know, I know…." He knew how big he was and how badly you missed his dick.

Aran was a lot to handle, but you loved how gentle he was with you. No matter how often you had sex, you always had to adjust to his size, and he wouldn't move until you gave him the okay. He massaged the small of your back with circles filled with reassurance as you lowered yourself until you felt that mushroom tip hit your sweet spot. Your back arched in complete bliss as you allowed your wetness to marinate him. Soft curse words aired past your lips. How were you able to handle this much for two years?

"How you feelin', pretty girl?" Aran whispered.

"Baby, you're just–you're just so big."

He held your chin between his thumb and index finger to replace repeated smooches. "I know, and you always do a good job taking me. Fuck, I miss this pussy. So fucking warm, princess."

"Show me how badly you missed me, Aran."

He didn't need to be told twice.

His strokes started off tender to become familiar with your insides. Aran did his best to prevent nutting quickly because he caught himself cumming the second he felt you swallowing him. Your pussy was too good. You both knew that. But he promised himself that he'd deliver your orgasm before his own. You come second to none—including him.

The low temperature in your bedroom couldn't stop the shared heat from spreading underneath your skin. Your sweet moans were like music to Aran. He'd never grow weary of hearing them. So smooth and pretty. Good thing you were in a corner apartment because you were sure you'd wake your neighbors up with your sounds of pleasure.

Though, this was nothing compared to what was about to come.

It was only so long before Aran thrusts into your pussy filled with passion. Rather than allowing you to become comfortable, his intent was now to have you cream all over his cock. He pressed his fingers into your cheeks to pout your pretty plush lips together, calling you his good girl. Saying how beautiful and sexy you are while being stuffed with his dick. You wrapped around him as if your pussy acted like a serpent strangling its prey to feast on.

You moaned loudly, screaming to fuck you harder and make you cum. You loved the feeling of being split open by Aran. He slammed into your wet needy pussy, going deeper with every thrust he made. The dick you received from him was a pleasure you had never experienced. He fucked you to please you. Not to get a quick one off. And nothing could make him happier.

"You missed this dick, muffin?" Aran cooed, speeding up his movements in your drooling cunt. He began pulling on your knotless braids, an action you loved, to see how ethereal you looked above him.

"I do. I miss this dick so much, baby. Fuck, this feels so good. I'm gonna cum if you keep fucking me like this, Aran."

"That's what I want. I want you to cream and cum all over my dick. You think you could do that for me?"

"Y-Yes. Oh God, yes," you cried.

He smirked. "That's my girl."

His grip on your braids became tighter while pounding you recklessly. The sounds of him slapping your ass to produce more waves reverberated through the surface of your apartment, along with your pussy talking to him. Aran's fingers crept between to ass to apply pressure to your second whole. He'd hope you take him in the ass one day, but teasing it, for now, will do.

You looked beneath you to enjoy how lust-filled Aran's big brown eyes were. To see how his full lips parted to pant and curse uncontrollably. Your boyfriend was so damn fine. Fuck, you just wanted to smother his face with your pussy. Coat his perfectly clean beard with your juices. Have his smooth dark skin glow more than it already does. Damn, was this really your man?

You swiped his lips with your fingers, and he knew exactly what that meant. Without halting his strokes, he opened his mouth to receive the long string of saliva coming from yours. Your hand enfolded around his throat, breaking free from his hold on your hair to crash your lips. The kiss was sloppy, lip biting and sucking on each other's tongues. You told Aran you were his and his only. You knew that. He knew that, but there was something about hearing you announce it that had his cock unruly twitching.

Yeah, that was it.

He was fucking you like a wild bitch in heat. As promised, you creamed on his cock that decorated your asshole and his balls. Your pussy produced gushing noises of it being stirred and obnoxious queefing. Aran struck your ass hard enough to clap but soft enough to not bruise. He. Stretched. You. Open. Having a fat and long dick that was used correctly was a blessing. Aran didn't even have to ask—you told him your pussy was his.

"Oh, fuck. Yes—Yes—Yes. Oh my fucking gosh, Aran. Yes, baby. This pussy is yours. It's all yours," you purred.

"I know, baby girl. Ain't nobody taking this pussy away from me. Fuck, this feels so good." You began jumping on his cock to meet with his thrusts, which pleased him. "Mhm-hm. Keep bouncing on this dick, Y/N."

"A-Aran, I love you so much. I-I'm about to cum. This is too much."

He kissed you sensually before nipping at your jaw. "I love you too, muffin. Cum on this dick so I can fuck my nut in you."

"Oh, f-fuck…" Your voice drifted seconds prior to you climaxing. The tension in your gut was loosened from cumming all over your boyfriend. It's like you saw stars while looking at him. You kept calling his name in this sweet dulcet tone that made him weak. Your mind went blank. You couldn't even hear what he was saying. Probably something along the lines of "I'm here, princess. I'm here."

He continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he reached his own. He admired your sensitivity to his touch, especially after already cumming. Aran moved his hands to cuff your ass to spread, wanting you to feel every stroke—every vein—every last drop of his cum. And based on how heavy his balls felt slapping against your sex, he knew it would be a lot.

You shared a tender look of sexual desire, but yours had confusion. How was it possible to be fucked this good? Why like this? By someone you love and want to spend the rest of your life with? But really, the confusion stemmed from you feeling another bubble ready to pop in your gut. Your mouth was held agape. Something was about to–

"Baby, I'm gonna c-"

"Cum. Shit, yes. I can feel it. I can feel that pussy grabbing my dick. Cum with me, Y/N. I'm cumming, too," Aran rasped.

"Fuck me–Fuck me–Fuck me, Aran. Fuck me."

"Keep saying my name like that—Y/N, fuck! Ngh, I'm cumming."

And just like that, he gave you a final sensual stroke before flooding your pussy with his cum. Your shared moans bounced off the walls of your apartment. Aran fucked his nut deep inside your walls until his cock popped out of your pussy. The noise itself was pornographic. After feeling his seed leak out of your hole, you let out a soft whimper. You relax your body onto his with your face resting in the crook of his neck.

How Aran massaged your scalp had chills running down your spine. He grabbed your cheeks to squeeze your lips together to place soft smooches. He crooned, telling you how much he loves you, praising you for always taking him so well. The act alone was enough to pull strings in your heart. You loved this man so much and were glad he finally returned home to you.

"I missed you, baby."

"I missed you too, pretty girl. I missed you, too…."

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. ♡

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love language ⸻ You remind me I’m imperfect and it sucks to admit it. ⸻ a. ojiro

synopsis ⸺ after six months, you lay eyes on your ex-boyfriend at a mutual friend’s party. 

warnings ⸺ smut. 18+, black-coded reader. female reader. afab anatomy. praise kink, cunnilingus, blow job, some angst, happy ending, time skip aran. use of ocs, but barely even mentioned. he’s very sweet to you no matter what. this is also my haikyuu debut so... I haven't read the haikyuu time skip so this is all referencing his wiki page and how other people write about him.

writer notes ⸺ disclaimer, i'm just starting the haikyuu manga, so please bear with me. I really tried to embody what people say he embodies, so hopefully, I did this fine man justice. (also disclaimer, i hate the reason they broke up but it was the best one i could find and create.)

wc ⸺ 6.2k

The city was alive mostly at night, it was a beautiful thing. Although, that was where you were not at tonight. 

As you walked, your heels clicked through against the cobblestone walkway. Passing by the bright glass stone lights, lighting your way to the one destination. Smiling, although it was a melancholy one. It had been a while since you had gone out like this, wrapping yourself up in work and distracting yourself from any and everything. Most of your friends would call your recent way of life destructive, so you hoped to get them off your back this way. Your dress was black, matching everything else you wore. After all, the event you were going to was an all-black attire. The dress is backless, along with carefully sewn holes on both sides of the dress. In your hands held both your bag and a gift bag as well, containing a very expensive purse and perfume. 

Soon you arrived at the event, a birthday party, a very private one as well. It was held at a country club you used to frequent as well, back during a different part of your life. Two guards stood out front, one holding a tablet. 

“Name?” The one on the left asked you, the moment you stepped up to them.

You gave them your name, and them checking, glancing at your photo that popped up before looking at you. It was very tight security after all. You hold both bags in one hand, before lowering your glasses and revealing your eyes so they can get a good look at you. The two men nodded, stepping out of the way and opening the door to the private club. They both tell you to enjoy your night, which you thanked them for before walking inside. At the reception of the country club, the lady at the desk smiled, before asking you where you were headed. There must have been multiple events being held during this time, you thought to yourself, no matter though.

You told her the name of your close friend, whose birthday it was today. She smiled, before pointing down the hall, telling you which hall is hosting the party. Smiling, thanking her before walking down yourself. You creaked the door open slightly, the sounds of people mingling together getting louder and louder as you did. The tables were mostly gone, making room for the tall tables designed for people to rest their drinks on. The meshing of gold and green, a garden-themed cocktail party. Vines decorated the walls, paired together with shimmering fake flowers. You smiled to yourself, once again, you thought, she goes all out. Towards the back, hanging a beautifully decorated table which deemed itself to be the gift table was a banner adorning her name. Wading through the crowd, smiling and waving at those you knew and excusing yourself past those you did not know. 

Jumping at the sudden attack behind your back, you heard familiar giggling as pink silk-gloved hands wrap themselves around you. The familiar giggling had you smiling even wider, placing your hands on top of her own, and turning your head to make eye contact with her. 

“I thought you weren’t going to make it!!” She whined in your ear, the smell of saccharine alcohol on her tongue. 

Smiling, you turned towards her fully, wrapping your arms around her in a hug, “of course I wasn’t, I couldn't miss your birthday for the world.”

She fully accepted your hug, letting you go but still keeping her arms around you. Immediately her eyes zeroed in on the gift you had in your hands. She squealed, immediately diving in to swipe it away from you, but you moved back with a quick step, laughing as she pouted once again. Your friend became very spoiled once alcohol tasted her tongue.

“I’ll place this on the gift table and you can open them tomorrow when you're much more yourself, okay?”

She pouted again, but nodded her head, telling you to stop by the cocktail table before finding the rest of your friends. You agreed, turning around to continue on your journey to the gift table. Getting the table, you placed your gift along with the rest of the massive and most expensive gifts as well. Once you did, you turned around, eyeing both the assortment of cocktails available already pre-made, along with an open bar making custom selections for those who didn’t like what was available. Walking over to the table, you looked over everything that was in front of you, and it all looked so good. Martinis, margaritas, and all the different assortment of colored drinks. Glancing over everything one more time, you decided on a gradient-like drink, clear on top with yellow settling at the bottom, decorated with ice at the top and a piece of rose vine and a small bud that had yet to grow into a full-fleshed rose. This specific drink came with its own straw. After carefully sipping it, approving of its taste, you cast your eyes to the crowds, looking for wherever your friends were congregating.

Catching sight of your friend’s frilly pink dress, you started to make your way to them, and then froze…

Standing there, over 6 feet tall, wearing a navy blue silk fitted shirt with matching slacks. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, eyes seeing his familiar layered chains. When he’s not on the court, he’s always wearing them, especially the ones you got him. Your eyes landed on the biggest one of them all, recognizing it as the one you got him on his birthday, in the very shape of the ball he loves the most. When you left to spend it with him with what little time you had. His birthday was always during the volleyball season here, so you never got to do a more special celebration until the off-season. His ears were adorned with gold studs, face, and hair, and freshly cut, you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Aran Ojiro looked good, way too good for you to face him again. 

It was only six months ago that you even broke up with him. 

The season had just begun when you did so as well, which usually lasted about six months as well, but you weren’t expecting to see him so soon after. 

Before you could turn around, fall into the crowd and avoid the man, the birthday girl spotted you once again. She smiled, waving to you to come over, calling you by name. Almost immediately, the rest of your group followed her eyesight, including Aran. 

Damn her, you bitterly thought, forcing yourself to pick up your legs to walk over to the group. You kept your eyes on the birthday girl, forcing yourself to ignore the cryptic countenance Aran took the moment he laid his eyes. You greeted the rest of the group, giving hugs to the ones who came up for them, without spilling your drink. 

“It’s so good to see you, it feels like we haven’t seen you in forever!” Fumiya, who stood next to the birthday girl said. 

“I’ve just been… really busy!” You forced a smile on your face, taking another sip of your drink. 

“Yeah, busy throwing yourself into work and barely giving yourself a fucking break.”

The group knew of your recent break with the man not too far away, but it seemed the flowing alcohol stripped away all inhibitions. You could feel his eyes on your own the moment Fumiya said that, although you did your best to ignore it, as the group delved into further conversation. Before you knew it, your straw was sucking up remnants of water from the melting ice. You excused yourself from the group, deciding to go to the bar for a custom drink. 

Smiling at the bartender, you handed over the empty glass before looking over the cocktail menu, the more complicated it was as you looked further down and down the menu. Everything was covered by your friend’s fiance, who was also a very rich man completely in love with her. You looked over what was available, before deciding on a platinum passion, a very expensive drink, something you would never order on a day-to-day basis. As you waited, you could hear footsteps walking about behind you, mostly ignoring them until someone came up right beside you. 

“What would you like to order, sir?” You heard the bartender ask whoever was beside you. 

“Uh, lemme get a Moscow mule.”

Your eyes widened at the familiar voice beside you, but this time you couldn't help but glance to your right, seeing the same man you had been avoiding at all cost right beside you. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and quickly you looked away, your manicured nails tapping against the open bar. 

“It’s been a while, huh?” You heard him say, knowing his words for you.

You took a deep quick breath, before deciding to speak, “yeah… yeah, it has.”

It went quiet all over again, the awkwardness settling in and suffocating the two of you. Soon the bartender that took your order came over with a tall glass filled with fizzling purple drink, topped with a beautiful orchid and a black straw to tie it all together. You took a sip of it, the taste of passion fruit and expensive champagne, with some sweet apricots mixed in, you could hardly taste the alcohol in the drink. Despite everything telling you not to, you couldn't help yourself, turning towards him. He was leaning against the bar, sipping away at his glass of vodka and ginger beer. Crossing your legs as you glanced over his form once more. You took another sip, watching him as he finished his drink with no stopping, handing his glass right back to the person at the bar. He ordered another one, and as he did, took the opportunity to get closer to you.

“How’s work been for you?” He asked, showing off his soft, sweet smile. 

“It’s been really good for me, I recently closed on a house and am currently setting up some open houses as well.” You said, smiling at the recent positive prospects at your job as a realtor. 

His smile got even bigger at that, which had you smiling even harder.

“How… How is the season this year? I didn’t really keep up with it as much as I wanted.” You said, looking away from him.

The two of you knew what that meant, but the two of you didn’t want to mention it, at least not right now. Nodding his head, he turned his head towards the bartender who gave him his drink. 

“The season was good, really good. I’m just… glad to be home for the time being until training.”

You nodded your head once again at that, “I’m glad... That you had a good season of course.”

As you took a sip of your drink and Aran did at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder, how different the two of you would be if you hadn’t made the decision you did. Six months ago may not feel like a lot, but if you had asked yourself just fifteen minutes ago before you even laid eyes on him once again, you would have said you were over him. However, you’re here, staring your ex-boyfriend once again in the eyes, and realizing, how much you really missed him. 

Your stomach took on a sudden, heavy feeling of realization as you stood up straight, slightly startling the very same man your mind was in turbulence over. You forced a smile on your face.

“itwasreallynicetoseeyouAranbutihavetogo,” you mumbled down, placing your unfinished drink on the bar before racing past him as fast as you can without drawing much attention to yourself. 

You could hear him call out your name, but you ignored it, opting to open the doors leading to the endarkened hallway of the country club, into sudden cold air. Crossing your arms, rubbing your hands over your upper to provide some kind of warmth. You wanted to grab your phone, to call yourself an Uber or Lyft, whichever would get here fast when you eyed landed on your empty elbow which was supposed to hold your bag. You blinked once, once again, before relaxing you must have left it at the open bar, where you left Aran all high and dry from the… could you even call that a conversation?

Suddenly the door flew open right behind you, showing Aran, eyes wide open and holding two things in his hands. Your very bag that you were just worrying over, and the drink that you had left behind. Immidalet he spotted, his anxious form relaxing as he approached you. 

“You left this behind,” he said quietly, holding them out to you. 

As quiet as he was, you thanked him, taking the things from his hands. As you were about to walk away, Aran’s voice stopped you right in your tracks. 

“Did… did I make a mistake?”

His voice echoed through the hall, louder than he probably meant for it but it hits you nonetheless. Slowly you turned around, taking a deep breath and shaking your head at him. 

“No, it was… it was me, you were… perfect.”

He shook his head, taking even more steps towards you. You tried to step away but he just got closer, “I’m not accepting that, there has to be a reason why you would break up with me with no reason, no reason at all.”

You shook your head once again, “I’m not lying Aran.” You could say this a million times, the look on his face revealed that he wasn’t taking your answer. 

He took another step towards you, and you took another step back. Over again, you did this song and dance until your back hit the wall. You dropped your bag, while he took the drink back, placing it on the ground before standing back up. His tall form towered over you, arm resting above your head as he looked down at you. You could only give him one glance before looking away from him, your mesh-gloved hands trying to push him away from you. Heart pounding with your ears, body beginning to throb all over. Insanity on how he still had such an effect on you. 

A hand came under your chin, moving your face, “look at me,” his low voice mumbled, but it was loud and clear. 

You listened before anything could tell you to stop, looking up at his deep, dark brown eyes, shining with a multitude of emotions. 

“Aran…” you whispered, and that was the last thing you said before feeling lips on your own. 

Taking in a breath of surprise, you could help yourself, falling under his spell, returning the kiss with just as much vigor. The arm that was above you left its position, hand now resting softly on your cheek as his other hand came about your waist, his palms touching the open skin on the dress. Your own hands trailed up from his stomach, the feeling of his abs so familiar under you yet everything you've been craving for a long time. Hands now resting on the sides of his neck, you pulled him as close as you could. 

Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss, the two of you breathing heavily as you did. Suddenly you could feel his rough hands swipe something away on your face… liquid… oh, you’re crying. Sniffing, you tried to wipe away the rest of them but he wasn’t having that, taking both of your hands in one of his before whipping the rest of your tears with his other. Soon after, he took your bag off the ground, along with a drink. With nothing but a motion, he told you to finish up the drink. Nodding your head, you took the drink, tears still silently streaking down your face, as you sip down the rest. He took his phone and keys out of his pockets, before taking your free hand and guiding you out of the country club. You had finished the drink as you reached the receptionist's desk, which was now empty. Aran took the empty glass filled with ice, and placed it on the desk, leaving a small note before taking your hand and taking you right outside. 

It was quiet between the two of you as you walked outside into the cold. Almost immediately, you shivered, and Aran stopped in his tracks. He turned around, facing you, before shifting off his jacket. You tried to refuse the jacket, but he was having absolutely none of that, draping it across your shoulders before taking your hand and leading you right to his car. He unlocked the car, and opened the passenger side, gesturing for you to get inside, which you did. 

Making yourself comfortable within the familiar car, buckling in your seatbelt, as Aran jogged around, opening his own door before sliding inside the car. With a quick press of a button, sliding on his own seatbelt before pulling out of his parking space. With so much to say, and no clear way to say it, the car ride was silent as he drove the two of you to your– his apartment, or his loft, you would put it. As he suddenly turned a sharp left, his broad hand suddenly grabbed at your thigh, keeping you both in place as he turned. It was such a simple gesture but everything about it had your heart racing just like the event hall

Arriving at the parking deck, Aran pulled in, parked, and got out of the car. You knew better than to move, Aran jogging right back over to open your door. Holding his hand, you thanked him, watching him close the door behind you before locking the car. He handed you your bag and you held it as he held a tight grip on your hand, guiding you to the exit into the building. He knew you knew where to go, yet diced on keeping a tight grip on you, the two of you entering a dimmed hallway before heading down the hall to the left. Going down the familiar twists and turns of the loft building, the two of you arrived right in front of his door. Quickly, he unlocked the door, before taking you inside his place. Aran turned on the lights as you entered inside. Eyeing everything, it was just as you left it six months ago. 

Kicking off your heels, you placed them by the door as Aran went to the kitchen, telling you to take a seat on the couch. Despite everything within you, you listened, snuggling within his formal jacket, smelling of frosted apples, whiskey, and white oak. You waited for a few moments, before hearing movement and seeing him walk over to you with a glass hand, filled with water. He sat right next to you, slowly handing over the glass to you. You thanked him, taking a few sips of the water, the coolness relieving pressure building you didn’t know was building within you. Once you had enough, you placed the glass on the glass coffee table in front of you, before feeling your hands grab your own. He turned you towards, holding them close to his, placing a slight kiss on the mesh gloves. You relished in the feeling of his soft lips, the thin material allowing you to do so. Aran soon moved one of his hands around your waist, basically scooping you up and placing you right on his lap. 

“Talk to me, you know how these things go,” he murmured, “we didn't have a chance to because you broke things off right before I left and wouldn’t answer my calls or texts.”

You sighed, leaning into his hold, his arms locking you right into his lap. 

“You said it wasn’t something I did… was it something you did and you simply didn't want to tell me?”

“Did you stop loving me?”

You shook your head as well, denying that qualm as well. 

“Well then, if it’s not any of those, and you say it wasn’t something I did… what prompted you to do so, then?”

You took a deep breath, thumb aimlessly stroking across his fingers, “it wasn't something you did. More like, I made a decision that I thought was best for both of us.”

Confusion overtook his face as you shifted your body, straddling his lap so you could face him fully. You ignored the throbbing within yourself, shifting yourself up to get as close to him as you could. 

“You’ve always been a person of passion, it’s been your life since before I met you. I just… I just like I couldn’t keep up with you sometimes. You would want to do all these things when your home and I… couldn’t keep up.”

“We were on two different wavelengths to me, and I didn’t know how else to fix it.”

You could both feel and hear Aran take in a deep breath before sighing it out, all while his hands made mindless circles into the parts of your skin that were exposed. 

“So it was something I did,” he mumbled in your ear. 

You immediately shook your head, but he shushed, laying his head right on top of your shoulders. You moved your arms up, resting your hand straight on the back of his head, holding him to you. 

“I should have been more sensitive to what you were feeling,” he said, placing a kiss on top of your shoulder. 

You shook your head, “maybe I should have just told you what I was feeling, I was… scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

You couldn't help but shrug your shoulders, “I… psyched myself into believing you wouldn't understand what I was feeling.”

“Now you know the last thing I would do is judge you, angel.”

You couldn't help but smile at the nickname, it’s been a while since you'd heard, it was your favorite one out of everything he’s ever called you. Aran continued to place kisses on top of your shoulders, moving closer and closer to your neck, His heated breath caused you to shiver within his hold, and your hands tightened around the back of his neck. You could feel your dress rising up with every movement you made, your body aching for him after so long. His movements went from your shoulder to your neck, laying careful but electrifying kisses all along it. 

Gasping his name, you curled into him, his hands soon sliding from your hips to your ass. He gripped at it tightly, and before you knew it, he got up with you still in his arms. You squealed, holding on to him tightly as he made a few steps before heading up his black cherry-wood stairs, heading up to his own bedroom on the second floor. The moment he arrived at the top, he took a few uck steps to the left before launching you right onto the bed, landing on the soft material. You scooted back a bit, resting again on your arms and the pillows as Aran began to unbutton his shirt a bit. The dark shirt slowly revealed his very well-fitted form, from years of volleyball. He threw his shirt to the side, before getting on the bed, climbing right on top of you. 

“I fucking missed you,” he mumbled into your skin, his hands dipping down under your rising dress. 

Breathless as he pressed his fingers against your panties, taking in the wetness staining them. He left a few kisses along your cheek before capturing another kiss, pressing himself as he did. You held his face in your hands as he kissed you, deeply, as if you were going to disappear right in front of him. The dress straps were slipping with every movement he made against you, the dress falling off all the same. He pushed himself in between your legs, allowing you to wrap them around his waist as well. His thick fingers slipped past your panties, two of them easing themselves deep inside you. Gasping within the kiss, unconsciously squeezing around them. Aran said nothing as he teases you, taking his thumb to rub slow yet deep circles in your clit, moving his fingers just as slowly. 

Slowly, he let go of the kiss, keeping his lips right next to your ear as his hollow deep voice whispered into it. He took in your squirms, your pleas for him to go faster, knowing this pace couldn’t do anything for you. 

“Relax for me,” his voice was soft but stern. 

You tried your best to listen to him, but your body still slightly trembled in anguish, wanting him to do more and more to you. Slowly he began to speed up, sating the building desire and frustration within you. Your legs had spread wider and wider, allowing him to hit deeper and deeper. At this point your dress had fallen off your dress, scrunching up and pooling around your waist. Dripping all over his fingers, your body quivered and shook, jerking as you cried out. 

You hear his voice speak up again, “you gonna come for me?”

Rapidly shaking your head, no words come to your head as your mind begins filling with brown noise. You could feel his body pressing against you, keeping the same rapid pace, with no sense of stopping. Squeezing around him, your hands came up around his upper arms, squeezing them so tight, your sharp nails dug dents into his skin. He paid it no mind, entrancing by the spaced-out look on your face. 

“Don’t hold back, angel.”

Eyes closing shut, your body convulsed, a loud gasp-like moan coming out through the room, arousal gushing out of all over your thighs and his fingers. You melted back into his hold and bed, mind floating and filled with noise. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, not being able to see him taking the two before lapping your juices up. Sono you felt hands right at your waist, pulling off the rest of the dress, along with your panties. Once the clothes were gone, you could feel those same hands pull right down towards him, matching up eye to eye with him. Aran placed one hand on your face, keeping the other one at your waist. He lowered his face down to you, whispering in your ear, 

“You okay angel?”

You nodded your head, and slowly brought up your arms to his face, holding his face in your hands. He accepted your soft kiss, his thumb rubbing affectionately against your cheek. Using your arm, you prop yourself up, pushing back against him as he rises up a bit. His hands went back down around your waist, before flipping the two of you with ease, you laying right on top of him. You swung your legs over his body as you let go of the kiss, straddling his lap. You reached down, unclasping his pants button before slowly pulling down the zipper. Slowly you stripped his pants away, revealing plain black boxers. You pushed his pants as far down as they could, Aran kicking off the rest of his legs and the bed. Your hands went on his boxers next, slowly peeling them back. Before you could even peel them down a quarter of the way, his thick cock sprung out, slapping against his abdomen. You peeled them down the rest of the way, scooting back a bit, leaning down with soft, wet kisses against his stomach, leading down to the tip. He let out small, soft gasps with every kiss you left. 

You relished every sound he made, tongue swirling and teasing him, knowingly teasing him just as he did you. Having had enough of your antics, Aran’s hands gripped at your shortened locs, no longer in the high ponytail you had for the part. You slowed him to slowly guide your head down his length, your hands wrapping around the rest of the length you couldn’t swallow. The moment his cock hit the back of your throat, he groaned, head thrown back. Bobbing your head up and down, droll dripping down onto his length. The sounds of his pleasure only fueled your actions further, your hand coming around to your lips couldn't reach. 

“So good, so fucking good for me,” he let out, using his hands to help guide down his cock. 

You moaned around him, causing him to jerk within your hold, heaving in and out. Just as quickly he had your entire being under his spell, you couldn't deny how much you released in the sounds Aran made for you. 

How could I ever part with him in the first place? You couldn't help but think to yourself, feeling his grip against your hair tighten, as if was beginning to brace himself. This didn't stop your movements and continued to swallow him down. He wants you as much as he could get out of his mouth, before the taste of slightly sour yet basic flooding your mouth. You swallowed all his cum, not letting up even after Aran let go of your hair. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head off of his cock, placing wet kisses all along it. His hands suddenly grabbed your hips, dragging you right up to him. You hovered right over him, smiling as you looked down at his face. As you went down for another kiss, you could feel his own hands guiding your hips further down. 

Gasing, gripping his hands in sharp pain as he began to slowly sink his cock inside you. You begged for him to go slowly, hearing him whisper in your ear. 

“Breath through your nose, angel, I’ll go as slow as you need me to do.”

You nodded your head hanging onto every word that fell from his lips. It had been so long, and the fact he was so big was an even bigger contributing factor. Overwhelmed, your head dropped down to his chest as his hands moved from your hips to underneath your butt. Restricted in his movements, his grip on you was tight as he slowly lifted your body up and down. Your body lay against his, trying your best to relax as he slowly fucked you, allowing your body to get used to him once again. Aran whispered in your ears, guiding you through everything. Soon your painful gasps became filled with passion, your tight grip on his shoulders loosening up. Your own hips began to grind down. 

“Better?” he whispered, feeling your own hips begin to move against him. 

You let out a moan in affirmation, nodding against his chest before feeling him thrust up once. His pace began to quicken, beginning to repeatedly plunge into you. His every movement overwhelmed you, curling into the pleasure. Your hands roamed his chest, nails slightly digging into them as he ravished you through and through. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin, the gush of your arousal soaking the both of you, dripping onto the bed. Suddenly, he lifted you up, rising above the bed. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and neck, holding on tight as he stood up, slamming your back against the wall. Head threw back in pleasure as he parted your legs widener, his grip on your thighs so strong he could leave bruises. 

Aran nuzzled against your neck, his hot heavy breath breathing shivers down your body. He nipped away at your neck, taking in every sound you made under him. 

“Soso good,” your words were slurring together, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“You’re taking me so well, angel, fuck I could fuck you all night,” he groaned into your ear, biting at it slightly at the end. 

Your body and voice cried out at that, expletives falling from your lips. He was hitting so deep, he could almost bruise your cervix with the pace he was going. You couldn���t complain, you had never felt more within a single moment. The number of marks you left on his body would definitely be noticeable tomorrow, but you couldn't care less about that. He continued leaving kisses along your neck, sucking and biting against the skin as well. Tension was inciting, building within you, your cunt throbbing and squeezing tighter and tighter around him. 

“I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna⸺” you could barely finish your warning before the dam broke, cum gushing out of you, making a bigger mess than before.

“Oooh fuck,” your body shook and shuddered, letting out a loud moan as you came all over him, squirting all over you. 

Aran didn’t stop his movements for a second, fucking you through your prolonged orgasm. Your body twitches within his hold, incoherent words slurring together from your mouth. Just as quickly as he moved you from the bed, he pulled out for a moment, carrying you right back to the bed before sliding right back into you, your legs stretched to their maximum. You screamed, hands reaching for something ground as you could feel his fat tip press right against your cervix, 

“Too deep,” you squealed, overly sensitive from the orgasm you just had. 

He said nothing, his slams into you starting to become more erratic, his mind getting just as spaced out as your own. His body hovered over you, slamming into you with everything breath he had in him, face furrowed in concentration. You could do nothing but take the force of his pummels, mind floating and body tingling from everything around you. His sweat dripped down from his face, his chains falling in front of you, dangling above your face. 

With a sudden groan, “fuck⸺”, he slammed into you aimlessly a few more times, before going, his body laying right on top of you as he groaned into your neck. 

You could feel him filling you up, gasping as you did. In the back of your mind, you were thankful you were still on birth control. His body was sticky with sweat, sticking on top of yours as the two of you just lay there. He turned his head, moving it right back to your face, before laying soft and sweet kisses all over your face and cheek, completely different from the man who had just ravaged and relished in your every being. 

Slowly, he pulled out, the two of you hissing from the sensitivity as he did. You could barely move off the bed, only hearing his movements as he walked away from the bed. You could only sit with your thoughts, they began to run rough, wondering if he had suddenly regretted that before hearing his footsteps approach the bed. Suddenly, you felt something cold and wet along your inner thighs, pressing carefully into the sore places his grip got a little too tight. You smiled, this was familiar, reminiscing on the days past. Hissing at the sudden switch in sensations, but relaxing as the cold wet rag made your inner thighs better. Aran continued to wipe away the mess on your body, along with carefully pressing the rag against your pussy to allow for it to receive some relief. It helps you regain some of your strength, being able to watch him walk away into the bathroom to clean himself up. He kept the door open, allowing you to gaze and look at him as he did, watching the cold water drip down his body as well. 

He felt your eyes on him, turned around, and saw you keeping your eyes on every part of his body. Aran only smirked, turning away from you. 

“You better stop looking at me before I want a round two,” is all he said, turning on the sink and ringing out the rag. 

Your boisterous laugh echoed through the loft, flipping around in the sheets, which were still slightly wet. You heard the sink turn off, before seeing Aran walk over with a blanket and a silk wrapping in hand. Together the two of you laid the blanket down on the bed, before grabbing the thick, black comforter and wrapping yourselves in it, exhaustion hitting your body like freight trains. Aran took the silk wrapping, helping you place your hair into it before falling into the blankets.

Yawning, you could feel his strong arms wrap themselves sound you, pulling you into him. You turned around, snuggling into his physique, hands coming up right under your head to get more comfortable under him. You felt him place a kiss on 

You know you’re still in due for a long conversation concerning your insecurities within your relationship. How this situation even came to be was all about you getting into your head, along with other outside forces that you would rather not talk about. However, there was one thing you could come to a conclusion about when it comes to Aran Ojiro, you could never fully part with him. Even if your paths diverge at the end.

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DADDY OR MOMMY?

ft. aran, atsumu, && iwaizumi !!

cw. oral, teasing, humping, daddy n mommy kink duhh, dirty talk, praise, and back scratching !!

ARAN: He definitely has a daddy kink. This man is literally daddy omg. He loves to hear you call him that. It makes his cock throb so much and has his stomach filling with butterflies. When you jerk him off, your mouth stuffed with his cock, and he hears you say “am i making you feel good daddy?” he can’t help but groan at your sweet words and shake his head and praise you so so much. And when he’s horny, he would sit next to you and grab your hand, putting it on his boxers where you can feel his bulge. He would ask in the sweetest tone ever. “Wanna make daddy feel good hm? i miss ya so much baby.”

ATSUMU: He definitely has a mommy kink but not in the way you think. He likes to tease you with it. Coming up behind you whispering stuff in your ear like “I’m so horny mommy. Can ya help me out hm? I wanna feel mommys warm cunt around me.” God he even says shit like that in public. He’s insufferable. In the bedroom when you two are getting intimate, he says it every second lmao. “Mommy fuck, just like that. y’gonna make me cum fuck.” “Fuck i’m coming, wan’ me to fill ya up so ya can be a real mommy hm?” And when he’s fucking into you, he loves the feeling of your nails scratching down his back. “damn mommy, am i fuckin’ ya that good?” He just loves the expression on your face when he calls you mommy.

IWAIZUMI: Definitely loves when you call him daddy. He loves when you tease him with that word. He won’t admit it to you or to anyone in the matter but everytime it slips from your lips with that sweet voice of yours, it has him getting hard on the spot. He loves when you call him daddy when you guys are having sex. it’s a big turn on for him. He loves to hear your pleas of daddy go slower when he’s thrusting his thick cock inside your dripping cunt. He also loves when he goes down on you and you grip onto his hair pushing him more down on your cunt as you moan “daddy please! fuck, m’gonna cum daddy!” It definitely has him humping his cock into the mattress as he pleases you.

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[emmyrosee]

I have been blessed with a cold on this January week, and I feel it is important to let you know that when he’s sick, osamu, kita and aran are the type of men who would rather work until they pass out because “they’re fine,” and “it’s just a cold” and you have to literally force them to stay home by hiding their keys until their actual, literal fever breaks.

atsumu and suna are the type of men to beg you to rub vapor rub on his chest and whine your name from three rooms down for your attention, and ask you every five minutes to check his temperature, will probably complain when you tell him no kisses (but offer a cheesy smile when you do, eventually, compromise with a kiss on his face bc he’s a brat)

#I love them all #equally #but #taking care of them would be obnoxious one way or the other 💅🏼 #osamu miya #osamu miya fluff #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x reader fluff #osamu miya imagine #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke fluff #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x reader fluff #kita shinsuke imagine #aran ojiro #aran ojiro fluff #aran ojiro x reader #aran ojiro x reader fluff #aran ojiro imagine #atsumu miya #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x reader fluff #atsumu miya imagine #suna rintaro #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x reader fluff #suna rintaro imagine

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SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

PAIRING: ojiro aran x fem reader

WC: 1.2k

SUMMARY: after being away for a while, it’s hard to just pick up where you left off and it keeps aran up at night

CONTAINS: light angst, fluff, reverse comfort, healthy communication

NOTE: this is an old one, but too good not to post

You try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, yawning as you wander through the dark hallway of your apartment in search of your boyfriend. It isn’t the first time he went missing in the middle of the night and at this point you’re used to waking up to an empty bed, aware that sleep came hard for Aran at times. Usually you easily fell asleep again, knowing you would find him by your side when the sun broke through the blinds in the morning, but for some reason even with your eyes shut tightly your mind didn’t want to doze off.

Leaning your exhausted frame against the doorway, you aren’t surprised to find him near the window peering down at the fresh coat of snow in the street, the street lights illuminating the whitened out cars at the sides of the street. You know it was supposed to snow, but for some reason the sight pleasantly surprises you and makes you sigh in awe.

Aran turns his head over his shoulder, now noticing your presence. “What are you doing up?” You can tell he hasn’t been up for long, his voice still hoarse.

“Could ask you the same thing.” You push yourself from the doorframe, your steps inaudible against the carpeted floor as you make your way over to him.

“The usual.” He answers, feeling how you nestle yourself against his back and embrace his physique, taking in the warmth he rudely deprived you of. He takes a hold of your hands resting against his stomach and presses a soft kiss against your fingers before intertwining them with his.

“Another nightmare, hm?”

“Yeah.” An agitated exhale falls from his lips and you can’t help but feel for him. Although he functions fine on just a few hours of sleep, you can tell he is getting frustrated by the sleepless nights, the nightmares and the constant exhaustion.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He doesn’t answer you right away, his gaze finding your car at the end of the road and just like the others it’s smothered by the snow. He decides then he will get up earlier to scrape your car window before he needs to leave for his volleyball practice. As much as you love admiring the winter paradise from the comfort of your home, Aran knows how much you hate the actual cold.

You feel him tense under your touch as he hums, contemplating his next words. “We’re okay, right?” He asks, his voice small and unsure. His thumbs anxiously rub the skin of your hands as you perk your head at his unusual question.

You move aside to look at your boyfriend, his hands now buried deep into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I thought we were, but I’m starting to think I missed something.”

“Maybe I’m just looking into it too much.” Aran dryly chuckles and he shrugs his shoulders as if he’s trying to convince himself of something.

“Into what?”

“I’ve been away a lot,” he starts and licks his lips, glancing over at you, “but now I’m back it feels like you’re pulling away. I don’t come home to you anymore, you’re always staying late at work and then we don’t eat or go to sleep together. We didn’t even continue watching our shows and I know you never believe me, but I actually didn’t watch them on my own this time.” He chuckles at his own comment, trying to lighten the mood, but you don’t even crack a smile.

You’re at a loss for words, mouth slightly agape as you stare at him. You just need a moment to recall what he just said and realize it makes sense. You remember when it was you being afraid your relationship wouldn’t survive his hectic schedule, trips out of the country, the uneasy feeling at the pit of your stomach when you saw pictures of your boyfriend in bars on Atsumu’s Instagram story, the only thing you noticed being the beautiful women in the background. It took you a long time to get used to dating a pro-athlete and coming to terms with it, but you didn’t have a choice if you wanted to make it work.

And you didn’t give yourself a choice, focusing on your work, friends, family, finding new hobbies to fill your time when he was away and trying to distract yourself from that ache that came with missing your boyfriend. Having the apartment to yourself wasn’t a problem anymore, because you knew how to adapt to his absence. It was just the first time you hadn’t snapped out of it.

You were still living like he wasn’t around.

“I was honestly too scared to ask you about it, because what if you were actually tired of all the waiting, you know?” He admits, folding his arms over his chest, his eyes fixed on the snowflakes falling from the midnight sky while you listen carefully. “I wouldn’t blame you, but I wasn’t prepared for you to give me an answer and now I keep having these nightmares about you leaving— it’s so stupid that they rile me up.”

Your eyes widen and your heart raises at his confession. “That’s what has been keeping you up?” You ask, guilt evident in your voice as you stand in front of him and stare into his honey brown eyes.

“I told you, it’s stupid—”

“No, it’s not. Not at all.” You coo softly, your hands caressing his arms as he lets them hang by his side. You can’t believe you’ve been blind to your own behavior for so long. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I said yes to being your girlfriend, I’m not tired of anything and especially not of you.”

“It’s okay if you are though.” He says, trying to validate feelings which aren’t yours. “I get it.”

This is the first time you have heard him talk like this, insecure not one of the many things he was and it only makes you wonder how long he has been walking around with those thoughts— how long you’ve made him feel that way and didn’t notice.

“You’re stubborn in the worst moments, do you know that?” You chuckle out an exhausted sigh, hoping he would finally get the memo. You wrap your arms around his waist and he embraces you, his warmth consuming you. “I still love you just as much as I always have and I’m more than sure that won’t change. Do you hear me?”

A brief silence settles as you watch him stare back at you, a hesitant smile slowly pulling at his lips. That was the push of reassurance he needed, a conversation getting rid of all of the grey clouds fueling his insecurities and negative thoughts. If he had known this was how the conversation would’ve turned out earlier, he would’ve talked about it right away.

He finally just gives in and nods. “I hear you.”

You smile and press a quick kiss against his lips. “Good.”

Aran exhales, his shoulders deflating with relief, the anticipation and tension in his body finally coming to an end. “Guess I was looking too much into it after all.” He laughs softly.

You poke your finger into his chest. “That’s what happens when you mope around instead of talking to me.”

“Lesson learned.”

“I’m glad.” You nod. “How can I make it up to you, hm?”

“Oh,” he grins at your seductive tone, “I can think of a few ways.”

#signed by rae #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #ojiro aran #aran ojiro #aran ojiro x reader #ojiro aran x reader #ojiro aran fluff #aran ojiro fluff

[citiair]

LIKE YOU

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aran ojiro x black!female!reader

-> ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE!!! basketball!player!aran, cheerleader!black!reader, reader and aran are good friends, aran is low key a jerk, reader likes aran, angst, she/her pronouns, female bodied.

pt. 1 -> pt. 2 -> pt. 3

⤓

DID HE NOT LIKE YOU? DID HE LIKE YOU?

why should you care? why shouldn’t you care? why did you have to care? why didn’t you have to care?

you sat there on your bed with your finger twiddling with one another.

you shouldn’t had sent that text you thought.

you wonder what he was going to say, how he would react, good, bad, nasty, happily honestly all of the above.

you were nervous for some reason, you honestly thought maybe there was a chance of him liking you back.

you slightly grin at the thought all the memories you have with

aran ojiro.

you and him met when he moved to your neighborhood, about that time you were in the 7th grader and he was going to attend the 8th grader at your school.

you guys never spent much time in school cause of the grade difference but outside of school, you guys had gotten pretty close within the span of 5 months of him being new to the states.

yea, he was from karumai a town in japan. he told you he learned a bit of english when his parents first informed him about the move to the states.

you asked him if he wanted you to help with knowing more about the english language. he happily obliged.

by the time you both were in high school— him eleventh grade, you tenth .he was fluent knowing both japanese and english. you were proud of him, from those days you guys got closer and closer, eventually becoming long-time best friends.

you both were into sports in high school. you being a volleyball player your fresh man year, then sophomore, junior and senior year being a cheerleader. while him being a basketball player for three years of his high school experience, his first year went to volleyball.

you liked volleyball but cheering and dancing was something you loved to do, you dreamed of being a pro cheerleader for the lakers, while aran dreamed of playing for the lakers.

“all the greats played for them!” he would say all the time. you and him had similar dreams with eachother, and saw eachother in the other’s future.

you realized as you both got older, got into the same college and you developed feelings for him, you honestly don’t know how and when, but did that stop you?

nah.

so now here you are, sitting on your dorm’s bed, biting your fingers and waiting for a response.

from him.

girl calmed down! he’s gonna respond! your dorm-mate willow told you, you guys had gotten pretty close you’re freshman year of college and luckily got the same roommate for sophomore year.

i know but i’m nervous you told them. they went over to you from their bed and sat on yours, next to you.

they rubbed your back gently and hugged you.

—

⁷:¹⁰𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗵𝗲𝘆𝘆𝘆𝘆𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻!

𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 <- ⁷:¹¹𝚙𝚖

⁷:¹¹𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂...

⁷:¹²𝚙𝚖 -> 𝘂𝗵𝗵𝗵..

𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹... 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘂𝗽? <- ⁷:¹²𝚙𝚖

⁷:¹⁸𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

⁷:¹⁸𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱...

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 ¹⁰:⁵²𝚙𝚖

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the next day you didn’t go to school.

this had such a impact on you.

he looked at you messages and ignored it.

you were sulking in your own thoughts when you heard a knock on your dorm door.

you got up from your bed and went to answer it.

and behind it was him- aran standing in all of his ‘glory’. he was shining with sweat so it looks like he just came back from the gym.

can i come in? he asked you curiously , it never took you this long to tell him to come in. sure come in. you said with your head pointing down

you went to sit on your bed and patted your bed to sit next to you but he shook his in rejection. you heart sunk, he never rejected sitting next to you. you really messed up.

listen y/n, i’m gonna cut the chase. i, we can’t be anything. we are best friends i would hate to ruin over some stupid crush, ya know? he spoke to you urgently wanting you to understand where he was coming from.

you bit your lip and shut your eyes.

humiliation.

humiliation is what you felt.

i know, it was dumb to act on my heart rather than my thoughts. my bad i guess.. you harshly said to him now with tears cascading your face

y/n- he began to plead but you stopped him.

please just leave aran, there really isn’t no point of explaining. you said what you said. you told him wiping your tears and walking to your door.

you opened the door and slowly walked over to you and the door and looked at you one more time.

i love you. okay text me if you need me. aran said to you as he kissed your cheek and left out the room.

he was almost already down the hall when willow was walking up to the open door with you in the entrance.

so i saw him kiss your cheek? is it a yay or a nay? they asked you concerningly looking at your dries-up, tear-covered face.

it was a nay wills. you told them as you walked away from the door it’s funny cause you really thought he would you

like you

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a/n: heyyy its been a while… anyways! anyone want headcannons or a part two? maybe i’ll be nice and give y’all both… who knows… hope you enjoyed!

© citiair, all rights reserved. no copying of my work! inspiration is appreciated but must be credited! work is modified because of the owning I have to it!

#x black reader #black reader #black y/n #black!reader #black yn #x black fem reader #poc reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #aran x reader #aran ojiro #aran ojiro x reader #basketball #cheerleader #fem reader #anime x reader #tw: angst #citiair — chronicles ༄ #ojiro aran #anime x black!reader #anime x poc!reader #alternative universe #au modern #fanfic #fandom #haikyu fanfiction

[chrollohearttags]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧 • 𝐀. 𝐎𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

wc: 4.07k

black fem reader

themes and warnings: pornography, masturbation, use of sex toys, alcohol mentions, oral sex, penetrative sex, recording/sex tape, sexual verbiage (a lot of dirty talk basically), spit play-ish?, a little spanking and choking but nothing serious

it was that time of night again..

the one moment out of the day that you looked forward to in hopes to unwind and relax..for a better lack of terms.

your bedroom door locked and secured shut without the chance of interruption from your roommates.

pillowy comforters surrounding your nearly nude body on crisp sheets; snuggled comfortably in bed.

the room dark with the exception of a dimly lit television playing music and red colored LED lights strewn across the perimeter of the ceiling.

the mood was set and you were looking to make use of it. On your nightstand sat a glass of wine that you had been nursing throughout the night was flowing through your veins and other areas as well.

granted, after a long week, it was the one luxury you had to look forward to.

the white AirPods plugged firmly into your earlobes as you tapped your acrylics against the glass screen and scrolled the pages of the infamous adult website.

it wasn't something you were particularly proud of but you frequented it quite a bit. Especially when the days were extremely long and you just needed something to take the edge off.

but there was also one reason in particular that you found yourself becoming a regular visitor: him.

it all started one night, around two a.m..you were feeling particularly sexually frustrated; single with no desire to deal with one of your sneaky links.

the normal videos you'd spot on Twitter during the late nights weren't even hitting the same..

countless thumbnails of the same positions and pornstars. It was becoming a blur. You were slightly aroused but not enough to feel anything.

that's when you stumbled upon a video of a guy exposing only his neck down with a tattoo on his forearm and the prettiest brown skin you'd ever seen, oiled up.

simply known by the username 'YourFantasyBF’

his voice was so sexy..a little deep but still had a whiny pitch to it that turned you on.

and his dick was so pretty; long, thick and very clean shaven. His balls were so full and you'd definitely fuck him stupid if you ever got the chance.

but when you pressed play and the sounds filled your phone, it was from that moment forward that nothing else could suffice to fit your needs.

it started with him slowly jerking himself off, telling you how much of a good girl you were for sucking his dick..telling you to get it nice and sloppy for him.

beside you lay one of your many toys so you followed along to his instructions. Slowly stroking the veiny silicone in your fingertips as your wet tongue traced across the tip.

you'd close your eyes, imagining that it was him in front of you..

"Yeah..that's my nasty bitch..my good girl. Letting me use that throat."

the words sending flutters to your already throbbing heat. But it didn't stop there..

he covered himself in more of that glistening liquid and began pumping his closed fist around that thick shaft and your mind was spinning as he continued to talk the lucky listener through their nut.

"Open that shit up for me..you're taking it so good."

"Nut on daddy's dick, I love that."

"That pussy is so pretty, babygirl. All wet and creamy for me.."

"Shut up and take this dick."

your eyes glued shut, focusing on the words as that dildo pounded your tight hole. Your imagination was running rampant of what it would be like to be underneath him.

hand around your neck while he looked you in the eyes and fucked you dumb.

he hit every point he was supposed to..praise, degrading, even a little bit of submission right before he came. And when he did, a very thick and healthy nut covered his knuckles in white.

you would've licked it clean had you been given the chance.

but at the same time, you found yourself making a mess on the towel underneath you; coating that toy in your own slick..

you had never came that hard in your life!

one video right after the next and the orgasms to follow until you couldn't move an inch.

for days after, the voice lingered in your head and at the most random moments, you'd hear his words and they invoked some..interesting feelings.

everybody you hooked up with afterwards paled in comparison, and soon, the thought with him became better than the actual act of sex itself.

tonight was no exception. The moment that video began playing, you were sent spiraling into that headspace of submitting for him.

not before long, you found yourself gliding a hand down your body, spreading your legs apart in the process.

this time, you didn't even need the screen..his voice was doing it for you just fine. Panting, arching your back and curling your toes as he rang off in your ear with those lewd sounds.

closing your eyes to imagine it were him on top of you, pounding your pussy until you couldn't move the next day.

your fingertips slowly circled your clit, stimulating that bud and covering them in your own juices.

soon, your breathing became sharper and lust had overtaken your body. It was a shame how badly this man had ruined you without so much as a glimpse at his face or his name..

subtle moans rose from the back of (y/n)'s throat as that toy slid in and out of that tight opening; still massaging that aching pearl.

your entire body was trembling and beginning to burn up in ecstasy..that's when you heard it..

"Nut for me, baby..cum on your fucking dick."

in that moment, you lost it and made a mess everywhere. Hearing it referred to as yours was the breaking point.

for a minute, all you could do was lie there a sticky, sweaty mess and try to gather your thoughts. Needless to say, you had a problem.

luckily, you'd soon be finding the solution to it in an unexpected way.

**page break*

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)"

it was the only thing you could hear from earshot from your closed bedroom door. It was your roommate.

she was sweet and you loved her to death but right now really wasn't the time. You were currently in the middle of a big project that was due at midnight so you were working really hard.

having your focus broken right now was not exactly what you needed.

nonetheless, she wouldn't stop calling so you got up in frustration, setting your MacBook to the other side of the bed.

you'd sling your door open and come out, only to be greeted by your energetic roommate..and a mystery person you had never seen before.

"(Y/N)! I want you to meet my brother, Aran! He's in town for the week visiting! Aran, this is my roommate and best friend, (y/n)!"

for a moment, you were stuck in place..in awe of how fine this man was!

brown skin, a pretty smile and he was tall..must've been an athlete of some kind. Reaching over, he'd extend his hand for you to shake and you'd accept.

it was then that you'd spot a very specific and oddly familiar tattoo....

maybe you were just bugging because last night, you watched him again. Because there was no way..

"Nice to meet you, miss. I hope you don't mind me crashing here with you ladies for a couple of days."

"No..not at all. Happy to have you!"

currently, your head was spinning rampant with a bunch of thoughts. The second he opened his mouth, there was no mistaking...

it was him! That voice was unmistakable.

you were thankful for your excellent poker face right now because on the inside, you were having a meltdown.

the mystery man that you had spent months fawning over was not only here in your living room but your best friend's brother?!

a fever dream at its fucking finest!.."hey, (y/n).."

it was one you weren't waking up from anytime sooner because she was about to make it worse.

"Listen, I got an appointment in like thirty minutes on the other side of town so I gotta go like right now! Aran's gonna be popping in and out, so I'm leaving him one of the keys. He ain't gone bother you, his ass barely likes to talk so you won't even know he's here."

it wasn't for a lack of trust that you didn't want that but being in the same room with this man..you were already sweating bullets.

you couldn't know for sure right now if it truly was him but you wanted to find out.

in more ways than one.

"That's fine. I'm just gonna be in my room. Just let me know if you need anything."

for some reason, this man wasn't taking his eyes off of you and it made it harder to drive the thoughts out of your head that you were in the same room as this mystery man!

"Thank you, it was real nice meeting you, miss (y/n)."

"You too! See you later."

like that, you were back off to your room and feeling even more anxious than before. All of the signs were there!

the voice, the tat, the hands..it had to be.

but you couldn't be weird about it and act funny around the man. Once you got back behind the door, you threw yourself on to the bed and tried to pretend all of that never happened.

maybe it was all in your head...or not!

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a couple more days would pass and you were laying in bed, scrolling on your phone when you'd get a knock at the door.

it was later in the evening so your roommate was working right now so that only left..

"Coming."

getting up, tugging the hem of your shorts down, you'd go over to the door; cracking it open to see Aran standing there.

"Hi. Did you need something?"

"I was just wondering if you had some extra towels. My sister forgot to leave them in the guest bathroom and she didn't tell me where they were."

your heart was racing a bit but you remained calm. It was just towels, what the hell were you so worked up about?!

"Yeah, sure. There's some in mine, I'll get you one."

at this point, your curiosity was going to get the better of you so you had to ask.

he stood patiently in the door waiting, being respectful as to not enter your room but he couldn't help but get a side glance as you walked away.

his sister had mentioned you quite a bit but never how fine you were!

when you returned, you decided to strike up the conversation..

"You know, you look really familiar. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." Playing oblivious to see how far you'd get.

at first, he just kind of stared, not really thinking anything of it. Honestly, there was no way your paths could have ever crossed.

not to his knowledge at least..

"I mean, I do a little bit of streaming from time to time. Nothing too serious though. Maybe there?"

you'd shake your head, knowing full and well what you were alluding to but you had to get him to admit it first.

he mentioned that he played a bit of ball for his college and still no hit.

"Yeah, I'm not sure. Maybe we've seen each other in passing before. But um..."

peaking back over his shoulder, he'd swirl his tongue around his lips in a quick motion and look down at you.

"I mean I'm sure we can get to know each other more. I'll be in town a little longer than I expected."

that made you excited! Get acquainted was exactly what you wanted to do. Honestly, you were just about to say fuck it and shoot your shot.

"That's good to know..I'll be around." you'd utterly sweetly, even tracing a finger down his chest.

"Bet.."

but instead of leaving immediately, he did something that shocked you. He didn't want to be disrespectful but the sexual tension between the two of you in that house was ridiculous.

two days of tiptoeing around each other, pretending otherwise was eating away at you both.

"Aye, (y/n).. lemme ask you something."

stepping closer, leaning against the doorframe as he stared down at you..he was so damn attractive, even more so in person.

"Of course."

"You can keep a secret, right? I mean, I don't take you as the type to run your mouth."

your brain began flipping in regards to what he was about to say. "Not at all.."

while he was leaning there, his eyes wandered your entire body, undressing you and so much more in his head.

if he was being totally honest, you would've been getting fucked on if you two had truly met prior to this. You were fine as hell, he couldn't lie.

but better late than never, right? Or at least make an attempt to.

"I'll be honest, I though you were fine..like damn fine and I mean, we both grown..been eyeing each other since I got here so I thought I'd come see what was up with you."

by now, he was one foot in your doorway with a finger underneath your chin. If it wasn't already clear, yes, you wanted to fuck him.

and badly.

hearing that voice up close and not through headphones for once hit different.

this was your best friend's little brother though and as wrong as it was, it was also a chance you wouldn't get again. So..

"I mean, come in and find out for yourself.."

(I'm sorry for all of the page breaks y'all but I'm bout to jump clean into the actual smut now cause I don't feel like writing a lead up lmaooo)

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"Damn..you sucking on this shit so good, baby..fuuuuck!"

the pitiful moans escaping his lips were the only things you could hear over the sound of your own gagging.

it didn't take long before he had you on your knees, swallowing him whole. That dick was so full, gliding in the back of your throat.

truthfully, he didn't know what had him more aroused; the way you handled him with care or the way you stared at him.

he was sitting on the edge of your bed, pants shuffled around his ankles as you pumped his shaft in and out of your palm, spitting on the tip and slapping it against your tongue.

"Shiiiit, you so fucking nasty, (y/n)..imma nut in this throat, baby..goddamn."

there was spit and remnants of his pre cum everywhere. You didn't care what you looked like or how big of a mess you made...

already, you were this man's slut! This was only the beginning though. He and you both had plenty of plans.

your roommate wasn't coming back tonight so there was plenty of time.

scooping strings of saliva into your palm, (y/n) rubbed the mixture across Aran's sack as you massaged it. He was clutching the corners of your sheets, crying out in pleasure.

"Y'know..now I remember where I've seen you before. It's even better in person, (his username)."

that took him completely off guard for a moment but eventually he'd just laugh, gently resting his hand on your head.

there was no need in denying it!

"Well damn, seems my cover is blown..how'd you know?"

his voice catching as you placed gentle kisses on his tip and continued stroking him.

"Your voice, the tattoo and of course..this pretty ass dick. Wouldn't ever forget it."

he couldn't lie, it felt good to have a woman taking care of him as opposed to his hand for once.

"Don't worry, like I said..it's our little secret. I won't say anything. I just want to see what you can do for real."

that was a relief. No one had ever figured it out so he assumed you had to be constantly viewing his videos. In exchange, he knew he had to fuck the shit out of you and leave a good impression.

"I mean, I can't disappoint one of my biggest fans, now can I? Climb up here and I'll show you, baby.."

popping his tip from your mouth, you'd rise to your feet, where he put his hand around your throat and kissed you.

a man that wasn't afraid to kiss after getting head was the sexiest in your opinion and not just tiny pecks..sucking on your tongue in the process.

pulling you onto the bed, flat on your back, Aran began to undress your heated body, piece by piece until there was nothing left.

he'd follow suit and finish taking off those pants and his shirt, leaving nothing but a watch and a small gold chain around his neck.

at first, he'd kneel down into the bed to hover over you, eyeing your frame up and down. Your body was perfect in his opinion.

thick thighs, big titties, a lot of ass and you had some stomach so he knew the pussy was good.

he was a solo artist kind of man but if he wanted a partner in his videos, you'd be the top pick!

right now, all you needed was to be pounded and he better not have come with that gentle shit. You needed it nasty and rough, just the way he talked in his content.

"..got my dick all fucking hard..so nasty with that shit, just how I like it."

when he sounded helpless, it was the best and it got you every time. He'd part your legs and crawl between them with his cock in his hand, brushing it across that slit.

"So imma treat you right, don't worry."

it was apparent that you needed no fore play but it still couldn't hurt.

his warm breath scaled your ear and neck as he left subtle kisses on your lobe. They then trailed to your throat, sucking and nibbling on it.

meanwhile, his fingers were toying with your swollen clit, gently caressing it and turning you on even more.

"This lil' pussy is so wet...yeah, I'm definitely nutting in your shit. Sorry.."

"Don't be..that's what I want."

those whiny moans kept coming and encouraging him to keep going. It was very rare that he was with another person but it didn't mean he was any less competent.

not before long, he had you creaming all over the sheets and after sucking your nipples, he knew you were ready.

he was somewhat nervous but you were already impressed, handling you with such care before he got started.

that's when he'd shift to his side a bit, positioning you on his thigh to hold you in place.

he wanted to make sure he hit your spot but that he could still see your pretty face as well.

with an arm around your waist, he'd slap that appendage against your slippery folds, trying to pace himself.

sucking his teeth, he'd steady your head and fold you to his liking; legs spread open and pent up and ready for him to do his worst.

"You ready for this dick, baby? Ready for me fuck this fat little pussy?" asking rhetorically but you liked that.

"Been ready..fuck me, please."

nodding your head, you'd chew on your finger as you both watched it go in together. The first two inches were okay but around the five or six mark, your mouth was agape.

it was thick and stretching you out but the sensation was nothing like you've ever felt. He was easing and coaching you to take it.

being dominant was more his style but he definitely didn't want to hurt you so for now, babying it was.

watching your eyes widen and then light up with excitement brought a smile to his face as well.

that was also brought on by feeling that warmth wrap around him and squeeze down on it. It had grip and was super wet..dangerous combo, honestly.

that much was apparent by his attempted subtlety in his moaning. He couldn't play around with it, that was for sure.

once he gathered himself, the thrusts would began and he'd just go slow to get his footing.

this wasn't his plan and although he had great stamina, he couldn't get too cocky and ruin the moment. His focus was on making you feel good.

and he was accomplishing his goal because you were already molding to his shape and taking it so well.

"Fuck..you feel so good. "

as he gained his pace, the thrusts would speed up and those big, full balls began making contact with your sensitive folds.

it was puffy and swollen but that didn't stop him from slowly tracing circles across it.

it was already taking its toll on you because you were making a mess on it. Sticky and creamy..it was heaven.

for the time being, the two of you kept close eye contact, watching each other's expressions.

that shock of how big he was hadn't gone anywhere and all (y/n) could do was whine helplessly as he impaled you on his dick.

he was gritting his teeth, sucking on them to stay strong as he felt you clamp down with each stroke.

"Ooh shit..take that—oh my God." at this point, he was going faster and picking up the pace, bouncing you in the process.

you wanted to cum so bad but you had to wait it out a few moments longer.

the bed underneath was shaking and becoming covered in fluids but you didn't care. Getting dick from someone like him was worth it.

he was in your ear, talking you through your nut and you were about to lose it.

"Look at you creaming on my shit, baby. That pretty pussy is doing all this for me..fuck. You wanna cum? Nut all over this big ass dick, baby?"

questioning as he pounded you nonstop. He didn't miss a beat, even while feeding kisses to your cheek.

just to make you even crazier, he'd stick his fingers in your mouth and make you spit all over them.

watching a woman like you go completely dumb and brainless for him was everything. Skin was smacking, the room was filled with loud moans and you both were reaching that climax.

"Yes, I wanna cum! I wanna fucking cum all over it..please, oh my God!"

completely helpless and begging for more, your eyes crossed and drool fell from the tip of your tongue when you cried out.

he was fucking you so good, your brain went blank and the only thought was being used as his fuck toy. After this, you didn't need anyone else.

Aran moved his hand to your throat and kissed away those tears that were falling down your cheek.

his opposite hand was still teasing that clit and he could tell you wouldn't last another minute.

no need to feel bad because he would be right behind you.

"Get your fucking nut, baby. Cum on daddy's dick..cum for me like a good girl."

his voice was so soft and comforting yet you wanted to follow every word; easily submissive to him.

that's exactly what happened and with a couple more pumps, you were pushing him out with a powerful steam of juices. That was his first time making someone squirt and he was in awe.

he couldn't help but smile when you couldn't control it yourself and the shit sprayed all over you both. He tried to hold you still but your body was spasming.

"I'm sorry! I just—"

"Naaah, what are you apologizing for? You did so good..c'mere."

he couldn't help himself and kissed you yet again. This time with slow, sloppy ones and even sucked your tongue.

if he didn't stop, you weren't letting him leave!

"You ready for some more of this dick, baby?" The way he cooed to you was so hot and you wanted to be babied like this all the time.

"Yes, please. I want more.."

so he told you to get on all fours and arch your back for him. With that ass in the air, he could see just how good it looked.

he quickly got himself in position to give you some of the best back shots you've ever had. But not without spanking you a couple times.

in response, you'd begin bouncing your ass and he'd meet them every time with his heavy hands.

"This shit heavy..goddamn." Needless to say, he was equally as infatuated with you. 

while you kept bouncing against him, he began easing back inside of you. It wasn't until he reached halfway that you were stopped in your tracks.

"Oh fuck.."

"You got it, just relax.."

bringing that hand back to your throat, he'd tilt your head up and make you look at him. He didn't waste another second..bucking his hips forward and thrusting into you.

the two of you fell into sync so easily and it was the best thing you had ever felt.

talking to you the entire time, telling you how pretty you looked taking his dick, choking and slapping your ass..you couldn't take it.

the way you were gripping the sheets, it let him know he was deep in it. You were crying out and moaning, begging for more.

"That's my good girl..fuck me back, baby." encouraging you with more slaps but he had one more thing he needed to do before releasing.

panting, Aran scuffled around in the sheets until he found your phone and swiped over to the videos.

"Since you my biggest fan and all, I gotta leave you with a little something..."

tilting your head back up, he'd lean down and start twirling your tongues together. Meanwhile, his other hand was pointing your camera at the two of you.

he was still going, rubbing on your back and pounding deeper. He was going to leave you with your own personal sex tape..and a little more.

he was practically begging you to let him nut in it and you couldn't possibly say no. You were losing all sense of control.

"This my pussy now, imma fill you with my nut. You ready, baby?"

"Yes please!.."

on the three count, you felt your womb fill with warm cum and your legs wobbling uncontrollably.

the sounds he made were enough to finish you but when he whimpered in your ear, begging you to do the same, you added to the mess.

struggling to catch your breaths, both you just fell onto the other and laid there for minutes.

neither of you had ever had anyone make you cum that hard and he was for sure going to appreciate this moment for a long time.

"You done amazing..damn."

"Better than your hand?"

you'd both laugh as he kissed your forehead and hugged you right.

"Way better."

and your sentiments were the same. "Yeah, you're definitely just as much pressure as I thought you were. I'm not disappointed at all."

maybe he should come into town more often. You'd be waiting for him, that was for sure.

after all, he couldn't let down his biggest fan.

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[betbeton]

✃ ❝ Oh, I Love You So ♡ ❞

More Haikyuu Kiss HCs

Cut Added Due to Length

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·A/N- god i adore fluff so much·

Part 1

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Haiba Lev

Big teeth clashing dramatic kisses

He'll throw his lanky arms around your body and dip you to drop a sloppy kiss against your lips ,,

even in public

He can be a bit overwhelming at times with how he surrounds you with his body and those big hands cupping your head

but he'll back off to soft pecks if you ask him

He'll also most likely whine at you for kisses if either of you arrive home from work and he doesn't immediately receive a kiss

⪧ Fukunaga Shouhei

Prefers goofy kisses

Both of you struggling to not giggle while pressing your lips together,,

grinning against each other's lips as you both hold one another's faces

He will purposely miss and bump your noses together just to have a dorky excuse to kiss all over your face as an apology

Will one hundred percent mumble cheesy jokes against your lips just to start up the giggles and laughter again

Once stuck your nose in his mouth on accident when he opened his mouth to plant a goofy kiss on your cheek and you turned your head at the last second

now uses it as a lighthearted threat when you jokingly dodge his kisses

⪧ Ojiro Aran

listen -!

He almost always tugs you close and cups the back of your neck before he leans in for a kiss

Always tops off those sugary sweet kisses with complements on how much he loves you

Is also the undisputed king of the polite public kisses except for when the Miya twins are around

then he'll tuck you into his body placing a quick kiss on your head before any of the rats can catch you two

He is also one of those people who grab you hand over the table at a restaurant and brings it up to press his lips to your knuckles or fingers while looking into your eyes while you talk

⪧ Kai Nobuyuki

A very polite man!!

A true gentlemen in public but also low-key a tease when it comes to kisses in private

When you're both out and about he'll occasionally place kisses on the back of your hand or cheek if no-one is around

but hoooo-boy in private he'll tug you in by the loops of your pants and stop just before his lips touch your own to ask if it's okay

of course it is!! but the endearing little grin tugging at his lips has you sputtering and tripping over your words as you spit out a flustered yes

also one hundred percent sleepily kisses the air, with his eyes closed, until he finds you in the earlier hours of the morning

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[sugawarassoulmate]

what if....aran or kita wanted to ask y/n out and they ask samu for advice on what she likes bc he knows her and he’s just like oh no she like someone else or just ur not her type

🎺

pffft ok

osamu figures aran wants to tell him something private from how he pulled him aside after practice. there usually isn’t anything he wouldn’t also tell atsumu or kita, so it must be important. he waits until the locker room is empty and both boys finished showering and changing clothes.

when aran approaches him again, he looks nervous—smiling awkwardly and not meeting osamu’s gaze. “i need a huge favor,” he finally asks, letting out a breath he seemed to be holding in.

“oh, sure, man. anythin’ ya need, what’s up?” osamu says. aran never asks for favors so he’s sure he can do whatever he can to help.

“just know that I couldn’t ask atsumu. i can tell him later but i just wanted to know if i even have a chance first,” aran rambles. a small, shy smile grows on his face while he scratches at the back of his neck. “it’s just…well. what does y/n like?”

osamu freezes. he definitely wasn’t expecting to hear your name. aran wouldn’t—no, there’s no way. sure, he’s spotted him chatting with you a few times during lunch or practice, but he had no reason to think there was anything beyond that. there was nothing beyond that. it’s not possible.

“like is she a flowers kind of girl?” aran continues, not noticing that osamu was starting to malfunction. “or would she like a note in her locker or something?”

“you want to ask y/n out?” osamu asks, hoping that aran just wants to do something nice for you and not what he’s thinking. 

but the smile on aran’s face says otherwise and osamu feels a prickling sensation in his fist but quells his urges. punching one of his best friends wouldn’t do anything to help his situation.

“i think so. she’s just so sweet but she’s so shy, i don’t know what she likes. i was thinking about asking atsumu but he can’t keep his mouth shut but you can definitely keep a secret,” aran said, offering osamu a kind grin. “and you’ve known y/n since you were kids, i’m sure if there was anyone that could help, it’d be you.”

osamu isn’t sure what to do right now. normally when someone was dumb enough to try to flirt with you, they’d end up on the other side of a closed fist. but this is aran. anyone would be lucky to date him, but the thought of the two of you holding hands while walking down the halls, going out on dates, kissing…

“ya know actually, y/n isn’t interested in datin’ right now,” he says without thinking. “she’s really focused on her studies right now and, honestly, her parents are super strict too. they get so annoyin’ when anyone but me or tsumu is with her.”

yeah so strict, osamu thinks. that’s probably why they don’t bat an eye when osamu keeps you out at all hours of the night. or how they have no idea about all the times the two of you made out in your bedroom.

lying to aran feels bad, but it’s better than the…alternative.

aran’s smile wanes, a look of defeat growing on his face. “oh, really? i guess i can understand. wouldn’t want to get her in trouble with her family.” he says. sighing, aran readjusts the strap on his gym bag and places his free hand on osamu’s shoulder. “thanks for being honest with me, though. i really appreciate it.”

the words punch osamu in the gut.

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[kozumebunny]

Nekoma + Inarizaki in the Maid dress

Kuroo Tetsuro would wear the maid dress for you in a heartbeat. Have you seen this man? He is a being of chaos. If anything he would also expect you to wear a full on suit type of thing so he can really get into calling you master. Don't be fooled though, he is still a dork telling you science puns and facts as a way to flirt with you. He would wear one of the classic maid dresses where it has the puffy sleeves, petticoats underneath and doesn't show a lot of skin, but has the distinct silhouette. has the apron that layers over it with the tie back, and even has the frilly headband to go with it. (Yeah, he may or may not wear the cat ears for you too.)

Yaku Morisuke would rather see you in the maid dress, but he would never tell you no! He lives for spoiling you rotten. It's his love language to treat you like a princess, so him wearing the maid dress isn't totally out of the blue is it? Wears one of the hyper feminine frilly cutesy lolita style ones. He probably would also wear thigh high stockings, I don't think he would wear the frilly bracelet things or a necklace. Yaku cares a lot about comfort and those things don't speak to peak comfort for him. Would only wear it around the house for you, but that doesn't mean he fully plays into the maid/master dynamic with you. He would do things for you still if you ask him nicely, but demands is where you're starting to push it.

Kozume Kenma would say no initially. Just because he could crossdress and pull it off doesn't mean he will. If you wear it for him he doesn't really care? he thinks you look nice but will not lean into the maid/master dynamic. Would wear it for you as a casual thing. Won't make anything you tell/ask him to, it's just another piece of clothing to him. Wears a really simple comfortable one, probably Long sleeve. Not that feminine of a dress and doesn't wear petticoats. wears thigh highs because he thinks they're comfortable.

Taketora Yamamoto would absolutely wear it. Unironically tells you things like "step on him". He may even bark at you. He would just show up to practice with it and then start barking at you. This is what you signed up for, deal with it. He also may or may not be hoping that him wearing the maid dress for you will result in you wearing the maid dress for him. Not really a maid/master dynamic present, does it as a haha funny, and wants you to wear it because he thinks you'd be cute in one.

Haiba Lev wears it because Kuroo convinces him. Wears it to practice even. He just wants to do something nice for you. No maid/master dynamic because he most likely doesn't understand it to begin with.

Kita Shinsuke wouldn't wear it. Wouldn't really care for you to wear it for him either. He wouldn't be opposed to you wearing an apron and nothing else though. No maid/master dynamic, it's more of just the average we live together domestic dynamic.

Aran Ojiro would probably wear it. It depends on a lot of things like, how comfortable he is with you and in what way he would wear it. Probably a really wholesome maid master dynamic, he thinks you'd be adorable in a maid dress. Would say please and thank you when asking you to get things. He thinks its just a fun item for you to wear, not exactly a whole sexual encounter.

Miya Atsumu would ask you to wear it all the time. It's borderline annoying. "Don't you want to be my good girl??" It's insanely sexual for him and he gets off to the maid master dynamic. He lives for the idea of pure obedience. Is the type of asshole to definitely bring it up during locker room talk. Wouldn't wear the maid dress for you.

Miya Osamu would casually show you a photo of a maid dress and just ask you if you'd wear it. If you do, he will buy it for you to wear. Thinks it's a cute matching outfit idea for you both to just wear a maid dress then stay at home cooking and watching a movie. Maybe a very light maid master dynamic, he likes having you as his partner in crime, not as a maid.

Suna Rintaro would just throw the fucking maid dress at you. You're hanging out at his place, he says here and then tosses it to you. He likes the maid master dynamic. Uses it very often. Would not wear the maid dress for you unless you really wear him down. He's a stubborn ass, he won't wear it but will bug you to wear it.

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