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#atsumu smut
lace-bun · 2 days ago
pussy-eating → haikyuu!!
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including; suna rintarou • atsumu miya • oikawa torū • kageyama tobio • osamu miya
warnings ; pussy-eating, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation, praising, fingering
a/n; the miya twins would have a competition to see who could make you squirt first ♥︎
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⤷ he is an ultimate tease, finding extreme amusement when he ties your wrist to the bed and holds your legs while you cry out so desperately. “such a needy brat, you wanna cum? be a good girl and wait.” he would say, face smushed against your pussy lips, rolling his tongue over your clit to hear that squeal of euphoria.
⤷ he’s more or less your cum dump. eating you so desperately like it’s his last meal, sultry sounds echoing oh so loudly. your fingers are tangled in his hair, screaming his name when you cream for the third time. he will playfully bite, nibbling playfully to watch your toes curl and that fucked out expression. his little princess.
⤷ torū dirty talks you the entire time, marveling how drenched you are. especially when he says something like “you want this you filthy slut, pretty little pussy wants me so badly.” to coo at your pussy twitching. hole puckering with need he is just so good at satiating. every single time.
⤷ tobio was very embarrassed when he first ate you out, calling his name so pretty. the way you would look at him so lust-filled through half-lidded eyelids. he’s really fucking good at pussy-eating. he likes to finger you while his nose does the work of rubbing your sensitive nub, coming so undone just for him. absolute hours till you’re both a mess.
⤷ daddy. praises you endlessly. “cutie you’re too much.” he says with his lips kissing and sucking at your pussy all over. he hits the best spots. even with his tongue he is godly. can make you cum in less than five minutes. “sa-samu-samu” you blabber, osamu lifting a brow from your depths. “what is it baby, daddy will give it to you.”
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bratinc · 11 hours ago
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+ smau. various.
+ contains. suggestive texts.
+ note from val. eee- enjoy, hotties. re-upload.
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haikyutiehoe · 23 hours ago
“god, almost fucking forgot.” your fav grunts, a soft hiss stretching into the air, gaze drawn across your body.
“forgot-mhh-what baby?” you question, lips bitten between your teeth, a sultry expression ghosting behind a lazy, happy smile, staring up at someone gone too long.
hand assembling against your throat, he thrusts into you again, rolling his hips against you, a mewl leaving your kissed lips. “what it feels like to fuck my favorite little whore.”
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osamru · 14 hours ago
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post details : headcanons ft. suna + iwaizumi + atsumu.
warnings : f!reader. eating of the pussy.
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suna gets off on you squirming and whining — and what better place to make you do exactly that than on his face? his favourite is when you try so hard to not put all your weight on him, only for his swollen lips to wrap around your clit and start sucking — causing your hips to grind down onto his mouth. his piercing green eyes peer up at you through his lashes, the sight of you with your eyes screwed shut and your head thrown back enough to make his cock twitch. and maybe one of his hands sneaks down to slowly stroke himself — the sweet sounds leaving your mouth almost making him cum right there. but he doesn’t, no, he keeps going until your legs are shaking and you’re pushing at his head trying to get yourself off of him — only for his strong arms to pull you back down and his raspy voice to mumble out a “mmm, i’m not done yet pretty girl.”
though he adores your pretty face — iwaizumi can’t and will never stop eating you out from behind. his hands wander every inch of your ass and thighs as he curls his tongue up to flick it against your clit. the tips of his ears turn red when he hears the whimpers that start to fall from your lips, only encouraging him. “yea, lemme hear you princess.” his words cause a knot in your stomach as you push yourself back against his face, wanting more and more of him. he keeps tongue fucking you, rubbing your clit with his thumb each time he hears his name leave your mouth. he’ll slip two of his fingers inside you, gently pumping them in and out as he leaves little love bites on the back of your thighs. but the feeling of your walls tightly clenching around his fingers has him seeing stars — and before you know it he’s running his hand down your arched back as he shoves his cock inside you.
the definition of a starved man — atsumu. he gets on his knees and drags you to the edge of the bed — spreading your legs as far as they’ll go. a smirk forms on his face when he sees just how wet you already are. “who’s got you so worked up, huh baby? can’t be me, i’ve barely touched you.” he chuckles as you squirm beneath him — attempting to hide your face in your hands. without warning, he licks one big stripe up your folds and proceeds to make out with your pussy. you can’t help but grind yourself into his face as you pull and tug at his hair — to which he can only moan in response. he quickens his pace as he flicks his tongue over your clit, making you cum. there’s a mixture of his saliva and you dripping down his chin as he lifts his head, slowly inching his way upwards until he’s hovering over you. “good girl” is what he whispers against your lips right before kissing you — his head spinning as you moan into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue.
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kissmeomi · 22 hours ago
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warnings : somnophilia, stepcest / age gap, infidelity, daddy kink, breeding, infidelity, use of fem nicknames (i.e. good girl, babygirl, and princess), and degradation (use of slut).
pairing : timeskip! atsumu miya x female reader
synopsis : he comes home after work, sees you sleeping soundly, and decides to indulge himself. | from old blog, but rewritten!
drabble : 0.67k words
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Atsumu liked breaking brats, but good girls who didn’t question him or talk back, were in a realm of their own. And you just happened to be his favorite good girl. He loved how his fingers melded into your hips perfectly, how snug the fit was everytime he sunk his cock into you. Your gummy walls received him with a warm welcome everytime, pulsing around his shaft. You just laid there and took it whenever and wherever he wanted. Just so happens that this time was after a long day at the court, that had been filled with frustration.
Of course your mother is already fast asleep and you look so pretty, lying there in a bra and panties, oblivious to his lust. So he pulls off his clothes in layers, dropping them on your bedroom floor as he approached you on quiet feet. You’re already on your stomach, ass up with your panties riding further up the curves of your hips.
Atsumu squeezes one of your cheeks as he pulls your panties to the side. He slides two fingers down your pussy, groaning at how wet you were. No doubt dreaming of dirty things. He gathers some of your growing arousal from between your folds, before rubbing at your clit. You mumble in your sleep as he slips his fingers inside you, a soft groan falling from his lips when he feels your walls constrict around them. The more he fucks you open with his fingers, the slicker you become. Atsumu can’t help but smirk when your ass moves backwards into his fingers, wiggling a bit.
He pulls his length from his briefs, stroking himself a few times before brushing his tip against your entrance. Atsumu sinks into you slowly, while he grips your ass—tight enough to leave bruises. His head tilts back, having to restrain the volume at which he wants to moan.
So instead, he huffs out, “fuck,” as a small whimper escapes you and you sleepily rut against him. Even in your sleep, you were his pretty whore. Only for him.
Atsumu braces himself, before whispering in your ear, “Tell daddy how good he makes you feel, princess.” Then he’s thrusting into you, fully and hard, loving the sound your ass makes against his pelvic bone.
Before long, you’re slowly being pulled from your slumber, moaning softly to yourself. You reach behind you to try and grasp at his hip, whining from the roughness. He chuckles before grabbing your wrist and pressing it into your back. “You can take it, princess. I know you can.” Your other wrist is caught between your teeth, muffling the moans that could easily wake your mother otherwise.
You feel so full and Atsumu is pressing you into the bed with enough force to snap your back in two. But it all felt so good and he kept muttering about how you’re always such a good slut for him, how pretty you looked, how well you were taking his fat cock. You’re coming undone before you know it, his thrusts getting sloppy before his hips still all together, balls deep inside you. “F-fuck babygirl. Take it all, wanna stuff you full of my cum.”
And you do take it and he’s proud, watching as his warm sticky cum drips down your abused cunt, after pulling out. He squeezes your ass affectionately, leaning down to kiss your forehead before turning you over to trail his lips down your throat. He leaves a few bites, before moving to press his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck. He nips at your bottom lip with a chuckle.
“Look so pretty, dripping with my cum, angel. What’s say I fuck you until that’s all that’s coming out of you for three days straight?”
You smile up at him, eyes still feeling heavy. “Mmm, ‘s nice.”
“Awe baby, go back to sleep. Daddy will take nice care of you.” He coos, before sliding back into you with a hum of approval.
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sniperzmask · 12 hours ago
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┊ ✾ timeskip!atsumu x f!reader
┊ ✾ summary ; something about being around him makes your head spin and stomach churn in the best way possible even when you’re just chilling. it’s the same way for him when it comes to you. however, there’s always been a certain thing holding you from him until now. inspired by teenage fever x drake.
┊ ✾ warnings ; mention of heart break (reader), friends to lovers, love doubting (?), fluff :) • smut warnings ; praising, a lil oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, slight dacryphilia, matting press (?), creampie. UNDER 17, DO NOT INTERACT!
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you were never one to wear your heart on your sleeve. protecting yourself was of upmost importance. especially when it came to dealing with someone who could break you in a million tiny pieces. vulnerability. something you’d be proud to admit being a fear of yours. just the thought alone of having your inner self exposed to any harm made the bones in your body shake violently.
heartbreak. a topic you were way too familiar with. your chest ached as your mind race with flashbacks of all the things that took place with the last person you decided to try and give your heart to.
you gave him your all only to receive the exact opposite. if not less.
from then on, you vowed to never allow another guy into your life if not to be just friends. that was until he came along.
it felt as if you’re floating on a nice and comfy cloud when you’re in his presence, your heart fluttering in delight every time he spoke your name or even looked in your direction. the cutest pet names sending you over the mental edge he gave you.
his smile. god his fucking smile. always so big and warming. pulling you into his atmosphere like gravity and holding on like its life depended on it. and you found yourself allowing this man to slither his way into your life without daring to stop him.
it was the way he’s been always there for you whenever you’d call, not leaving your side even once. even after he knows you’re good enough to be left alone. he has knowledge of the things you’ve been through with men and has created his own boundaries to protect your heart. leaving his own unarmed and ready for anything that would possibly come its way.
your heart has become his to protect. even if it meant sacrificing his own.
and that’s what led you here…
large hands cupping the adorable fat of your flushed cheeks, thumbs smoothing over your skin in a way to comfort you. with your chest pulled flush into his, he felt your heart thumping against your ribcage, words of protection and love fluently falling from his lips. “it’s okay. i’d never do anything to hurt you, baby.”
your airway constricted immediately as he stared into your soul with those same golden hues that would have your body trembling and heart rate accelerating. reaching for his hands, you removed them from your face and place each one back in his lap with a disappointed sigh. disappointed in yourself for allowing your friendship with atsumu to get this far to a point it scares you now to even be around him.
“c-can’t do this… not anymore. not ever.” you stuttered, attempting to moved away from him only to be held still as a hand of his refused to let go your yours. “this would never work.”
your words stabbed atsumu in the chest with a searing dagger straight to his heart. the place he held you close to. his eyes enlarged, quickly swiping of your near teary expression when you snatched away from his grasp. “how do you know that? you won’t give me a chance, (y/n). let me take care of you. please.”
anyone would be able to hear the sincerity and promise for something better in his voice. the way he practically begged for you to come back and let him have the chance he’s been waiting on bringing a sense of some type of security to you.
taking your seat back next to him on his bed, you inhaled deeply, feeling his fingertips creep along your arm until they reached your face again. “t-this is so hard f’me. i’m scared, tsumu.”
“i know.” he pushed small strands of hair that framed your face back, admiring your beauty. “can i kiss you?”
with hesitation, you nodded, immediately melting like pudding in his hold as he brought you closer. your lips only centimeters apart, breath tangling before finally connecting. tears welled in your eyes, breaking free and cascading down your cheeks. you hadn’t felt this way in such a long time. you’ve wished for nothing less than to have someone take a broken mold and place it back together with only pure intention. he was the one.
as you cried into the kiss, atsumu swallowed each and every whine, fingers dancing with the hem of your tank top before sliding under to gain access to the soft flesh. with each passing second your hearts become one, welcoming one another with open arms.
“you’re so beautiful.” atsumu reminds you again for the third time tonight, waiting for permission to strip you of your pajamas as his gaze wandered about your figure. “my beautiful baby.”
he lays you down gently, hands steadily working away at your lower half’s clothing whilst positioning himself between your legs and grinding his crotch into yours. you moan when your lips lock again from the feeling of his bulge pressing against your clit as if knew exactly how to angle himself.
“you sure about this?” he question carefully, being sure to not scare you into backing out. “if not, it’s fine and i can wait until you’re ready.”
his gentle tone of voice made your nerves ease a little more, hands running up his side and cupping his face then bringing him in for a quick kiss. “please keep going. be careful with me.”
“always.” he loved how you watched him hook his index finger onto the hem of your baby blue panties and slowly begin to push them down your thighs as he littered your chest with kisses and his love markings. “wanna make you feel good. make you mine.”
“then do it.” you spoke confidently, eyes connecting with his more than dominating glare that made your chest feel tight.
atsumu chuckled at your sudden boost in confidence, making his way down your body and finally meeting the place he wanted you most. he feels you shivering and starts gliding his lips along the plush fat of your inner thighs, occasionally gifting them sweet kisses to the point your hips jerk as the foreign sensation licked up your spine.
your hands flew to his hair, gripping the blonde strands when the flat of his thick tongue rested on your throbbing cunt. haltingly circling the tip of his tongue around your bundle of nerves, he buried himself in your pussy, lapping at your sweet honey like a starved man.
“o-oh fuck… feels s’good.” you mumbled underneath your breath, gnawing on your bottom lip as he played at your entrance with his tongue. he flicked your clit experimentally, making you slam your thighs closed around his head only to be forced back apart. “p-please, tsumu. wan’ you now…”
your plea made him unintentionally hump the mattress, sweatpants sticky where the tip leaked of pre. complying to your command, atsumu forcefully stopped himself. seeing you all spread out and needy like this had his mind racing, cock straining to break free from its prison and stuff you full just like you wished.
“tell me when to stop. don’t wanna hurt you.” he told you, resting a hand on the side of your head while the other pulled his cock from the cockblocking sweats, a smile of authentic joy gracing his face when he noticed how you followed his every movement with your eyes. holding onto himself, he rocked his hips in a back and forth motion against your weeping cunny, utilizing your slick as a natural lubricant before slowly but surely beginning to slide into your begging hole with a rooted groan of appreciation. “fuck, baby. why’d you keep this from me?”
your back arched off the mattress, eyelids screwing shut. moaning lowly at the blissful burn as atsumu continued bottoming out in your gummy walls inch-by-inch. he looked down, whining at the way your tight pussy stretched around him. “so fucking good.”
grabbing the back of your thighs, atsumu pushed them into your chest just enough to suffocate you. sending deep and slow strokes coursing through your body. not giving you much chance to adjust to this newfound position, he pressed his weight on you slightly and continued fucking you into a mind break in a matter of minutes. each passionate thrust of his hips sending you closer to tumbling over the edge. “my pretty girl. let me hear you say it.”
“y-your pretty girl…” you choked on oxygen when he abruptly slammed into you without warning, nails digging into his biceps and leaving a nice reminder of the night you’re having together. “gonna c-cum…”
your ears picked up on him mumbling something along the line of good girl as he got lost in the way your pussy felt. he moaned. the breathless and somewhat whiny sounds sounding like heaven’s angels singing a melody. “oh yeah? do it.”
atsumu leaned forward, deepening the feeling of himself inside you and pushing against a spot that had you seeing stars and had you cumming on fucking his command. he fucked you through your body-trembling and toe-curling orgasm, adoring how your eyes rolled into the back of your head with fat tears rolling down the sides of your pretty face.
“i said that i would make you feel good. and i did just that.” his chest now flush against yours, hips snapping then stilling in repetition. repeating the motion, he did it each time harder than the last, gaining satisfaction from the broken cries escaping your mouth. “such a good girl f’me, aren’t you?”
“i- i… tsumu…” you tried calling, each word coming out as an incoherent and unintelligent babble. your airway tightened when his fingertips found your swollen clit and began rubbing lazy circles into it. “wait… p-please.”
“just— jus’ a lil longer, baby. fuck.” he felt his balls tighten, cock pulsing within your velvety safe haven and signaling his oncoming orgasm. his nails found comfort in your skin, holding you tight as he moaned like a bitch in heat.
atsumu grunted, gripping your chin and obligating you to make eye contact. a strangled cry falling from your lips as the gratifying sensation of his thick and warm ropes of cum filling you up washed over you overwhelmingly. he pulled out, sighing in satisfaction at the sight of your mixed liquids seeping from your hole that clenched around nothing but air in his bedroom.
“tsumu…” you spoke tiredly only to be quickly hushed by atsumu crashing his mouth into yours.
“i love you, pretty. don’t fucking forget it.”
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kaetsumu · a day ago
pussydrunk haikyuu boys
nsfw // x fem! reader // atsumu miya, ushijima wakatoshi, shoyo hinata
cw: overstimulation, lots of names, semi-public sex, praise kinks, cumplay (???), cussing, pervy sho🥺
kae's note: i love how i wrote like only three of these even though they are all pussydrunk asf
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atsumu miya
he makes sure to add pussy-eating to his schedule, he's addicted, really really addicted to it. he has his head buried between your thighs, face smooshed against your folds, tongue sliding up and down against it. "baby, ya taste so fuckin' good, fuck!"
he groans against it, which makes you shudder and grab a bit tighter to his golden hair. his head shooting up to look at your cross-eyed expression, and that makes him wanna stay there longer, till his tongue and your pussy is sore, to the point you can't even cum anymore.
he makes sure to squish himself between your thighs, he grabs on to them and leans on them like body pillows. his tongue working magic around your clit that has your vision hazy and your breathing unstill.
atsumu doesn't forget to spit on it before he stands up, unzipping his pants while hissing. "ya look so pretty, all dazed like open up, wanna feel your insides all around me, yeah?"
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ushijima wakatoshi
he's drunk, it's like an addiction. he has to have his fill of your pussy before or after a rough match, you're his lucky charm and you better be ready to spread your legs and let him soak up all that luck.
he has you pinned against the blue lockers, hand gripping your wrists that were just above your head, your mouth agape and dripping with drool that it makes him go crazy, and whenever you hear him groan and unknowingly clench around his length, he bottoms out, reddish tip poking the entrance of your cervix.
"you're my charm, baby. god, i'm lucky to have you, god-given pussy and a perfect body, pretty face just to complete— shit — the package, h-huh?" ushijima groans, sweaty forehead leaning against yours as he pushes you to cum, "cum all over my cock, darling. i don't mind, there we go—fuck."
and when you two finally cum, he makes sure to pull out, smear the cum-covered tip and make you wear your panties, a sloshy mix of both your cum so you can preserve all that good luck you gave him.
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shoyo hinata
he ruts into you, all the time, while you cuddle, while you sleep, or just doing general tasks. he has to rut into you. clothed or not, but he prefers to have you naked and under him. like right now, you whimpering and moaning his name, while he groans and cooes about how good he feels whenever he's inside of you.
he never stops, ever. even when your mind is going blank and you can't even cum properly, might have been the fourth time you've cummed, you aren't sure. his stamina-driven self, "it just feels so fucking good baby, can't ever stop–" he moans, when you hiccup about your tiredness.
he promises just one more time, one more time, and each time he cums, he says one more time. and by tomorrow, his balls have been emptied and your legs will probably won't work properly, but be prepared, cause he will stil rut into you, he's pussydrunk that's why.
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tsumooo · 8 days ago
tags: NSFW, best friends to lovers, fluff and smut, lots of kissing, a little bit of praise, oral (m!recieving & f!recieving)
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“You’ve never had a blow job?” You repeat slowly, as if the idea was ludicrous. Atsumu knows his face is turning red, the hot flash of embarrassment climbing up his neck.
“Ex said she didn’t like doing it, I’m not gonna ask her to if that’s the case am I?” He mutters defensively. “An’ ya know I don’t want some random to do it, so no I’ve never had one”.
“So, you wouldn’t mind receiving one from someone you already know?” You hesitantly ask, your tone slightly suggestive, closely watching his reaction. Truthfully you weren’t sure where this little spurt of bravery had come from but you weren’t going to back out now. He squints at you suspiciously.
“Who’s offerin’?”
“Me,” you reply under your breath, uncertain but sincere with the suggestion, tongue swiping across your bottom lip. His eyes widen but that’s your only indicator that he heard you.
Atsumu had been your best friend for a while now, so long that you couldn’t remember a point that he wasn’t in your life. It hadn’t taken long for you to realise as a child that it was odd to think of Osamu as a brother but not Atsumu. Your feelings grew and evolved over the years, they became something you accepted as if they were an integral part of you, and you only ever flirted with the possibility when you were alone.
You trusted Atsumu, you told him everything and he did the same. He had heard a myriad of horror stories involving your sex life, you spoke openly about those things to each other without judgement. This was definitely much more than toeing the line you had drawn in the sand, you were completely erasing it.
“Yer serious?” He frowns thoughtfully, and your heart speeds up at the prospect of him even considering it. You anxiously take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.
“If you’re ok with—”
“Yes,” he abruptly and loudly interrupts, startling you. Wide eyed you stare back at each other, unblinkingly, for a few moments before you have to look away to hide your laughter.
“That was a little too quick, don’tcha think?” You snort, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. He glares petulantly at you, pink glow flooding across his cheeks to his ears.
“You freely offered to give me a blowjob and yer makin’ digs about my enthusiasm?” He grunts, arms crossing over his chest. His lack of composure about the whole situation leaves you grinning, almost predatorial as you crawl toward where he's sitting and place your hands on his knees. The expression in his eye tells you he's still reserved, still doesn't know if this is a joke or not, just waiting for you to say 'boo' and laugh but you don't. You slip your hands a little further up his toned legs, thankful for his decision to wear loose shorts, your thumbs massaging his inner thighs in circular motion.
“Let me know if you need me to stop,” you murmur gently, indulging yourself thoroughly and squeezing the meat of his glutes, watching on as his gaze grows heady and wanting.
“Unlikely,” he sighs, the exhale stuttered and breathless, slipping a little further down the sofa and spreading his legs wider for you to slip further between them. You huff out a quiet breath of laughter, fingers dancing under the hem of his shorts, smiling when his muscles visibly tense. You slip your hands into the material.
Suddenly, he grabs your wrists to stop you. “Wait,” he rasps, expression nervous as he realises his actions. “Before ya start, can I kiss ya?”
Affection floods through you at his request. You can’t deny that you’re happy he asked, a part of you would be deeply disappointed if this ended up being a detached, casual encounter. Some guys even rule out kissing because it’s ‘too intimate’ for a hook up.
Atsumu isn’t anything like that, though. Before you get the chance to move he’s already leaning forward and looming over you, taking your face into his hands. He kisses you eagerly, drinks you in like he hasn’t had water in days, his tongue smoothly sliding between your parted lips to tentatively explore your mouth. You whine and he groans in response as if the sound had physically caressed him.
Between breaths you try to speak but he chases your mouth, swallows your words, his large warm hands cradling either side of your face. They aren’t forcefully keeping you there, yet you can’t shake yourself of his hold, completely taken by how gratified he is just by kissing you.
“Atsumu,” you complain weakly, feeling his grin widen against your cheek, a puff of laughter through his nose.
“Ok, ok,” he surrenders, voice strained like the act of pulling away from you requires considerable effort on his part. He seems to take a moment to appraise you, you can’t imagine how disheveled you look where you’re knelt between his legs. However bad it might be he’s clearly mystified by it, eyes heavy and unblinking as he repositions his hips for you, leaning against the cushions with his arm outstretched along the back of the sofa.
Now that he’s stopped distracting you the tent in his shorts is glaringly obvious. You cup your hand around his clothed cock, rubbing your palm along the length with a light grip just to get a feel for it, sliding down further to squeeze his balls. His head falls back, adams apple bobbing as he swallows back a whine.
You let go, fingers dancing over the waistline of the shorts, hooking under the material and waiting for his go ahead. His eyes meet yours half lidded with a subtle nod of his head, lifting his hips to give you room to pull them off.
His cock sits curved and hard against his hip below his adonis belt. You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed by how quickly saliva pools beneath your tongue at the sight of it. Like he can read your thoughts you watch his hand slip under his shirt and slide it up to his chest, resting it against his sternum.
Again you run your hands up his inner thighs first and his abdomen flexes under the attention, cock twitching with the movement. He’s gorgeous, a little tan and well kept, the tip blushed pink. Wrapping your fingers around the base you swirl your tongue across the head before taking him into your mouth.
You hollow your cheeks and he exhales harshly as you lift your head, dragging the flat of your tongue along the underside of his cock, your fist following closely behind. One hand remains fisted in his shirt but his other hesitantly moves to thread through your hair and you purr happily around him.
“Fuck,” he quietly chokes. His thighs tighten against your sides when your thumb rubs along his frenulum, pulling a wounded sound from deep in his chest. You glance up, gifted with the image of his reddened chest, heat spreading up his neck to his cheeks, lips agape pink and bitten, eyes glassy and unfocused.
“You sensitive here?” You ask with faux curiosity, smiling at him as he glares at you. He grits his teeth while you continue to circle the pad of your thumb against the delicate band of skin.
Without giving him a chance to answer you lean forward again, wet lips engulfing the tip of his cock into your mouth. You suck, this time tensing your tongue and massaging it against that same spot whilst your hand occupies the rest of his length. He moans, drawn out and wanton, hips slipping a little further down the cushions and rutting helplessly.
“Shit, sorry,” he hisses, eyebrows creased in earnest concentration as he tries to maintain his self-control beneath you, not wanting to get carried away and overstep.
“S’ok,” you murmur, paving kisses up the side of his cock, hand sliding to where his balls sit tighter than before. “Feels good?”
Cupping them firmly while simultaneously taking his cock into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat, he whimpers sinfully and his legs fall further open. “So fucking good,” he chokes, fingers tightening against the crown of your head.
You repeat the motions over and over, jaw loose and throat open for him. You want to make this memorable. The crude wet sound of you fucking him with your mouth alongside the heady, breathless chants of your name have your pussy aching between your legs.
“M’gonna cum,” he mumbles, words slurred together and you barely catch them. You’re thankful for the warning when his hips start canting upwards in stuttered motions, his heavy cock twitching on your tongue.
“Fuck, baby,” his body tenses, folding forward and keeling over you. “You- you’re gonna make me cum—”
You relax your throat as he cums in your mouth, his mouth shaping around a silent sob, breathing steady through your nose and humming contently while he continues to ride the high with shallow thrusts along your tongue. You swallow what you can quickly, and feeling somewhat selfish you keep him in your mouth until he begins to soften.
“Holy shit,” he exasperates in disbelief, appearing to be very much ‘limbless’. You bite your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing, a dangerous warmth sidling itself alongside the pride you feel at having reduced him to such a mess.
“See what you’ve been missing,” you joke cheekily, throat rough. He snorts, still collecting himself, and the hand in your hair slips down tenderly to your cheek, thumb pressing to the corner of your mouth.
“Think ‘ve just been missin’ out on you, actually,” he drawls. You desperately want to kiss him again. You wonder if he’s the type to be bothered by that kind of thing.
“Can…” he stops himself, nervous even after having had his dick in your mouth. “Can I return the favour?”
“You don’t need to do that—”
“A’ want to, though,” his thumb gently pulls your lip from between your teeth and smooths over the marks left there. The emotion in his eyes can only be described as desperate, insatiable, and you find you can’t deny him. Or maybe you can’t deny yourself.
He bends to lift you from the carpet, turning to drop you against the cushions and switching positions with you easily. Before getting to his knees he cages you in with his arms resting either side of your shoulders, ducking his head to move his lips fluidly against yours. You hadn’t even needed to ask. Heat rises to the surface of your skin when he tempts your tongue into his mouth, suckling on it with a low hum. You wonder if he can taste himself, if he likes it.
Any tension left in your muscles bleeds out with your pleased exhale as his kisses descend down the curve of your throat to your exposed collar, his hands purposeful and firmly massaging the soft dip of your waist. His fingers tighten their grip around your hips and drag you down so your lower half hangs over the lip of the sofa, thumbs sitting against your hip bones waiting to curl into the fabric of your shorts.
You wriggle your hips toward him, giving an enthusiastic go ahead. He draws them down your thighs with bated breath, sharpened gaze drawn to your pussy. He pushes your thighs up with both hands, folding them closer to your chest, and leans forward to press his face between your legs.
You’re partially surprised by how he starts savouring you with barely there kisses, whimpering under his tongue, languid in it’s strokes against your clit. He inhales deeply, nose nuzzling into you without care for appearances and his eyes peer up through his damp bangs to catch your stare, pupils wide and shining.
He holds your gaze while he slips his tongue inside you, the lewd squelch of the saliva gathering in his cheeks meeting your own wetness, he fucks you with his mouth with a glint of mischief in his expression as if he knows it isn’t enough for you, so good it has you squirming yet still missing that itch. Let me return the favour he’d said, but it sure seemed like this was all for his own enjoyment too.
“Atsumu,” you whine in complaint, pushing back against his hold on your thighs only for them to be pushed tighter to your chest. He sits up for a moment to take you in, lips red and chin soaked.
“Look at you, angel,” he sounds wrecked, looks it to. “Got such a pretty pussy, y’know that?”
“Shut up,” you rasp, mortified by how you feel yourself throbbing needily at his words. You hoped he hadn’t seen but his eyes are drawn back between your legs and he grins, feral, bowing forward to lap at you with more fervour than before. His broad shoulders hunch forward as his hands begin to flock across your body, stopping to grope every curve, no part of you left untouched. He takes your clit back between his lips, tantalising and softly rolling the tip of his tongue against you.
Thighs clamped helplessly around his head, hands dashing into his light coloured hair, your pussy pulses as you squirm with sensitivity. Disjointed curses tumble from your mouth, jumbling together the tighter the spring coils, accompanied by the pleased rumblings of your best friend as he devours you.
“Fuck, ‘Tsumu,” you gasp, the warning rushed and pitched. A moan catches awkwardly in your throat and your back arches, with hands still fisted into his hair you press him roughly to your pussy as your orgasm washes over you and he groans, completely unshaken and relishing the taste.
It becomes obvious that he doesn’t want to stop and you hips jump under his eager ministrations, already tender from all the attention.
“Off, off,” you hiss, heels of your feet digging into his back and making him wince. He pulls off you with an exaggerated pop, face beaming and covered in your cum.
“Sorry,” he laughs sheepishly. “Got carried away with ya”.
“No kiddin’,” you breathe, unable to bite back your own satiated smile. He observes you thoughtfully before leaning up to press your chests together so he is practically laid on top of you, tucking his face under your chin. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, dutifully ignoring the damp patch that is seeping further into the sofa cushions.
“So you’re the cuddly type, huh?” You muse, rubbing your cheek to the crown of his head. “Not usually,” he mumbles. Your heart soars at the implication.
“Just with me then?”
“Just with you”.
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titsuya · 2 months ago
I'm very horny and you have a knack for finding the best stuff... Do you have any cool visuals? <3
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all my hq bfs w/ f!reader
warning: twt p*rn. minors dni. 18+.
a/n: ive been waiting for this ask my entire life
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» haji loves that skirt, but he also loves fucking your cute cunt and filling you up with his cum. <3
» frat boy haji gets takes you to his car because all the bedrooms are full and takes you for a ride. <33
» big, buff daddy dilf haji who loves your tight cunt so much it nearly makes him cry. <3333333 and he likes it rough ;)
» hajime just LOVES when you compliment his hands. <333333333
» the only way to make rintarō smile is to wake him up by riding his dick like a good girl. <3
» me you and rintarō on y’all’s day off <3, he’s so vocal cause “you feel so fuckin’ good,” <3333
» rintarō loves creampies & cumming in your mouth… but he loves that you’re a “slut for daddy” and that you’ll let him paint your face <3333 (2 bonus visuals for my daddy)
» fuck fuck fuck he loves your tits so fucking much, squeezes and sucks the life out of them <3333333333333333
# SAKUSA KIYOOMI (tw… squirting… a lot of it)
» kiyoomi loves eating you out and making a mess out of his good little slut <3
» also loves fucking you so hard that you squirt on his cock </3 calls you a nasty little slut even though it makes him cum so hard
» brat tamer kiyo <///3 fucks you stupid, slaps your face, makes you squirt, but you love it so much
» worshipping kiyoomi’s pretty body <333
» keiji is so vocal with his heavy pants and higher pitched moans and it makes you feel so good
» 🥺 being keiji’s pretty lil puppy and you were so good while he was gone at work, so he gives you a little reward <3
» keiji’s finger work so well… he knows how to hit that spot, how to make you gush
» loves fucking you to frank ocean. even when you’re all cuffed up <3
» sometimes, kou loves watching his little crybaby grind all over his cock <3
» and sometimes, he just can’t hold himself back so he fucks up into you :))
» daddy likes double stuffing your pussy with cum, especially when you beg for him to put a baby inside you <3333
» 69-ing is kou’s favorite. you guys both feel good and that makes him soo happy.
» waking up his little bimbo princess with his cock ! tw somno
» daddy likes to see his cum on your pretty pussy before pushing it into you %^**>>{^^
» tsumu likes pressing your face into the mattress as he fucks you and makes you squirt
» knows how much you like being filled up so he fucks both your holes at the SAME time ! (tw anal)
» samu gets so hard when he see’s you doing anything remotely domestic
» loves holding you close and kissing you while his cock is stuffed deep in you
» breeding kink!!!!!!
» king of eating and making a mess of your pussy
» such a good daddy </3 blindfolds you with his work tie and worships your body all night
» he’s also a rough daddy <3 likes to choke you a ton
» he can be really mean nd tease you to make you think you’re getting his cock <///3
» “shhh, can’t be too loud, kitten, we’re in public, you know that.”
» rin thinks you’ve been so mouthy with him lately so he decides to have him and his friends shut you up (psst, atsumu on the left, suna in the middle, samu on the right)
» misbehaving and embarrassing rin in front of his friends? now he’s gonna embarrass you :)
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ztoji · 22 days ago
# : this is probably my favorite fic i’ve written lolol, considering how many times i’ve reuploaded it. a/n at the end :*
tags : smut, size difference, sex toys, unrealistic cervix fucking, slight dumbification
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he’s being a dick, teasing you all day through texts, sending pictures of himself with his trousers hanging low on his hips, being able to see the shape of his cock behind it.
automatically from those pictures your mind goes to how well he fills you up with his dick - making you want to break the one rule you two have, that you cannot and will not touch yourself without him or his permission;
saying things like that’s his job to please you and he wouldn’t be a good partner if he left you unsatisfied. bla bla the list goes on why you simply can’t touch yourself and bring yourself to orgasm without him. so why did you choose to do exactly that? when he promised he would try to get home early just because he knew if he sent that picture you would be needy. he kind of had this whole thing planned out already without you knowing of it though, it’s simple when he knows you like the back of his hand and how you get when he shows his body off like this.
he closed the door with a sigh, tired after a day full of hectic work. guess his surprise after he threw off his jacket and had washed his hands, turned to look for you — only to hear your sweet sweet moans coming from the bedroom.
if he stayed completely still he could almost swear he would be able to hear the slick coming from your cunt and probably a toy showed inside you. poor thing, trying to get herself off because of his lewd pictures that he had sent earlier in the day.
as to not disturb you and ruin your moment, unaware of him coming home, he slowly walked towards your shared bedroom. carefully pushing the door open slightly, lo and behold, there you laid on your back with a toy showed as deep inside of you as it could come, your fingers rubbing furiously on your clit trying to get yourself close to the orgasm that slowly creeped up on you.
he could see the way your stomach cramped together, a sign that you were close to the edge and probably would cum soon.
carefully he took off his pants and the rest of his clothes except his underwear. pushing open the door and creeping up towards you on the bed.
too caught up in your own pleasure and the orgasm that was almost a breath away you didn’t notice him until you felt someone push your hand away and licking a stripe up your cunt. sucking on your clit while thrusting the toy up and deeper into you.
you squealed out, opening your eyes and close to kicking the person that dared coming into your bedroom. relaxing slightly at seeing him laying down between your legs and sucking on your clit. taking a hand and gripping onto his hair, pushing him closer and trying to buck your hips up to meet against his tongue and the toy.
“a—aaghh, fuck fuck fuck.” you moaned out sweetly, panting out—“you scared me, fuck ‘m close.”
“mm cum on my tongue baby. show me how much you love having my mouth on you.” he growled before delving back in again. sucking harder, the action causing your thighs to shake around his head, almost locking him between them if it wasn’t for his other hand that grabbed onto your thigh and pushed it back against the bed.
your mouth opened as a silent scream escaped you as your orgasm washed over you and white took over your vision, back arching off the bed. pushing back against the toy that was sliding against your sweet spot you squealed out. “fuck fuck f—uuuck!” your back pushed towards his chest as he crawled up your body to plant a messy kiss against your lips.
sliding a hand between the bed and your back he pushed you up harder against him, slowly grinding his cock back on your cunt. carefully taking out the toy and replacing it with his dick, he pushed in slowly so you could get used to his size. because no matter how many times you fucked or made love, he was still so much bigger than you could handle without taking it slow or spending more time to prep you.
gripping onto his arms that caged you against the bed you moaned out against his lips at the feeling of his tip brushing against your cervix. looking down you cried out as you saw that not even his full cock was inside and yet you felt so, so, full.
“look at you, not even my whole dick ‘s inside and yet it looks like you’re fucked stupid baby.” he panted out, “are you my stupid little baby huh? all you’re good for is taking my cock, and not even that you can do fully.” his degrading words caused your walls to tighten up around his cock, making him hiss out a few swear words. putting his hands on your waist to keep you pressed against the bed he pressed forward, hard, making his whole cock push inside. feeling a slight pop inside of you, you could only wish it was your imagination or something other than your cervix breaking out around him so his cock could fit inside you fully.
you cried out, pushing against his hips to keep him still, though it didn’t seem to work because he only pulled out to push back in again.
“take my cock like the good girl you are, or should i say slut?” he continues, “naughty little whore couldn’t keep her hand to herself because of a simple picture. must fuck you stupid to know your place it seems.” panting by now, he placed his lips back against yours to kiss you sloppily.
“come on now baby, kiss me back. or are you too dumb to do that now?”
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# a/n : you x [character] type of beat. didn’t know who to put in so you can decide for yourself 😋
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prettyboykatsuki · a month ago
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put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
➳ tags ;; afab!reader, reader wearing a dress in atsumu's part, public sex / exhibitionism, getting gagged w ur panties (also in atsumus part..), established relationship, mirror sex in omi's part, oral (f!recieving), use of petnames like "baby" "beautiful" and "darlin'"
➳ wc ;; 6.8k
➳ a/n ;; my bias for atsumu n iwa are showing so hard. esp atsumu sorry LMAO also tumblr please dont nerf me for using the horny banner <3 pwease <3 thank u kai @/kisseswithkai for the manga cap. and thank u to @katonshoko for beta-ing this nightmare
title is from doja cat song, candy! happy reading <33
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Iwaizumi Hajime always catches you off-guard.
It’s nothing major. He’s not the grand gesture type to begin with, so you’re never knocked on your ass by any of his choices or random decisions. He’s never off-guard in a way that would upset you or disrupt your average and daily routine. You think, for the most part, the way Iwaizumi makes decisions is standard. He’s a little strict about it even, certain things about himself unchanged in the most comforting way.
But, sometimes he does things, and they strike you as almost out of character. Sometimes, he buys you little trinkets, or acts a little unusually affectionate with you. It’s always the briefest gestures that make your heart race the loudest. Confessions about how long he’s actually liked you versus when he told you, or even what things he’s strangely sentimental about. His normally aggressive features softened out and well-lit, looking like the second male lead in a shoujo manga. It’s the little things that remind you that he loves you, in a soft way and not just a tough one.
Iwaizumi Hajime always catches you a little off-guard, though most days you know what to expect to come out of his mouth, others he hits you with something just a little out of left-field. It’s enough to make you do a double take, at the very least. Most of the time, you just giggle and tease him a bit. Other times you stare at him in disbelief before breaking out into a grin.
Today, it makes you stumble a little. Coming home after a long day and even longer hours, you kick off your shoes and plant yourself into your couch, face buried in pillows while you take a long deep breath. You’re exhausted, half-way between tense and dead. When Iwaizumi finds you, he can’t help but laugh a little.
“Welcome home, baby,” are the first words out of his mouth, a raspy chuckle attached at the end. You lift your head up, face smushed into a frown with your arms held all the way out. He stares at you then laughs again. Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around his neck and he picks you up, just briefly before sitting himself down on the couch with you in his lap. You give him wide eyes, tired ones - a groan leaving your mouth as you settle in the crook of his neck. He smells like home - a little like deodorant and sweat. It makes you feel dizzy.
“Rough day?”
Another groan makes him chuckle as you cling to him, sighing.
“Yeah. Work was weirdly busy,”
“That so?”
“Mm.. yeah,’
It’s quiet for a few seconds, and Iwaizumi already has his hands under your work shirt - just resting on your waist. He’s got calluses all over his hands, from the pads of his fingers down to the palms and you can feel the friction. It makes you warm all over, everything about Iwaizumi tends to do that to you.
“I need to force myself to relax a little,” you muse, slumped in his arms.
“I could help you with that,”
You pull back to meet his eyes, green and pretty, staring back at you. They look low, curious even. You squint, putting your hands on his chest.
“Huh.. how's that?”
Suddenly his hands travel down the expanse of your back, around your ass and thighs. He grabs a handful, and you squeak, catching onto the fact he wants to do something lewd. You shift your weight a little, pulling back more but he holds you there - your arms on his shoulders to keep you steady.
“Kinda want you to sit on my face,” he murmurs, voice dropping impossibly low as he leans forward, kisses landing on your throat. You gasp - distracted by the warmth of his mouth on your skin. You want to push back but he’s strong enough to hold you there, impossibly close.
“I’ll crush you,”
“And I’ll die a happy man,”
“Hajime,” you protest, voice weak.
This time he kisses you, searing hot. His tongue slips against yours and you melt right into him. Falling into his trap so easily as you moan and kiss him, letting yourself grind a little on his lap. You think he’s too dangerous for his own good.
“C’mon baby,” ― he sounds clear, concise ―”It’ll help you destress,”
“After my shower, maybe,”
He’s stern about this, wrapping his arms around your midriff and holding you.
“I wanna see how your day went, don’t shower. Give me all of it,”
Your lack of further protest is enough to ignite him. He’s already repositioning - moving all the pillows off of your couch until there’s enough room. He lays flat on his back and then pats his stomach, watching with great interest as you strip yourself of your day clothes. Nothing but flimsy cotton between him and his prize, he watches as you crawl over his lap. He seats you over his bulge, his hard cock pressed between your folds. A little shiver runs through his body while he watches you take your top off. Everything about you is so pretty, chest soft and nipples hard. He grinds into you a little harder.
You crawl over with hesitance and you can feel his arms, strong and big around your waist, pulling you down. You’re still hovering, just barely above him but Iwaizumi is wordless, pulling your panties to one side before forcing the rest of your weight down on him. You can feel it. His nose pressed right into your navel and how far his tongue reaches, the edges and the details of his face. You’re trying to move but he won’t let you, nails deep in your thighs as he pokes his tongue out and lays it flat against your clit.
You moan, loud and unruly, as you feel the heat of his tongue. The heavy muscles drags once, then twice over the nub before he sets a pace. Not too fast or too slow, just right, enough pressure to make you out of your mind. He’s always been good at everything, almost without trying. You figure this is no different, but you’re still caught off guard. In a new position and he has you bent over the side of the couch, praying to a god who’s name you can’t remember. It’s not sloppy but careful, almost precise how fast he gets you to unravel.
Your fear of crushing him disappears from your psyche as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Knuckles curled around the arm of your couch, turning white as you hiccup a moan, his name.
“H-haji, Haji, Haji. ‘m gonna..c..cum!”
The words come out incoherent, nothing but a ragged breath inside of your lungs as your whole body spasms and you cum all of his face, on his tongue and chin. He shows no signs of stopping even as your whole body jerks. A soft swallow sounds underneath you and a loosened grip is enough to know he’s giving you a breather, as you scoot back to observe him and the mess all over him. His green eyes peer up at you, a harsh hit landing on your ass.
“Fuck.. do you have work tommorrow?”
You shake your head.
“Good.. I’m gonna need you to get back here,” ― he wipes his chin, licking the back of his hand ― “I know you can give me a few more than that,”
Above all else, you would consider Sakusa Kiyoomi an aloof character.
That isn’t meant with any malice. You don’t really resent him for it and you’ve never found any reason to resent him either. It’s not like he’s incapable of being good to you or anything else extreme. He’s considerably blunt, and some would call him brutally honest. But, really, you think he’s more compassionately honest than he is brutal. He’s sarcastic when he wants to be but it’s always pretty charming, mostly observational comments here and there. A surprisingly good sense of humor.
He does most things with a predictable attitude. He likes the things he likes, dislikes the things he dislikes - same as always.. He’s had the same favorite song since he was in highschool, doesn’t like his eggs too runny (“They’re best if they’re a little jammy in the middle, and fried on the edges”) and he likes to take things slow. You didn’t kiss him for the first 6 months you were dating. Everything he does takes practice, takes time - even getting him to open up. You consider it a feat, seeing sides of him no one else gets too.
There’s nothing bad about it, really. You think the stability of his very being is grounding, and you like the way he does things precisely. No cut corners or frayed edges but practice, patience. When you find your temper lost or your frazzled, Omi is always there. He likes to think things through for you when you feel like you can’t, mind scattered one million and one directions. He’s not very verbal about his feelings.
He’s a little bit aloof, a little stand-offish the first few times you speak to him but you think that’s to be expected. It’s his default, that standard and clean slate. You like it and you find he rarely strays from it.
So you consider yourself lucky, when you do see him stray from it. You hate to admit it but there’s something about seeing him frustrated that gets your gears turning. A subtlety to it like he’s trying to hold his composure together, an eyebrow furrow. His tongue in his cheek, a little huff leaving his mouth. Sakusa has a set of tells that you’ve learned to look out for. He paces around a bit more, and his hands stay in his pockets instead of resting at his sides. If his mask stays pulled over his face the whole night instead of coming off every now and again, to kiss you or take a drink.
All kinds of things can make him irate, so after a long gala - you’re not expecting his mood to be peachy. You know he’ll want some alone time to decompress for a while, so you give that to him but retreat to the bathroom in your hotel. It’s big and spacious, comfy for you to just hang out in. You’re expecting to be in there until he feels better and eventually seeks you out with a cool-head.
So it surprises you, really, when you see him pull through the bathroom. The doors still open, and he’s only half undressed. His shirts unbuttoned to reveal a strong chest, and his hairs pushed back. The only that’s off are his shoes, ties, and blazers - but his pants are still on and snug. You glance at him, halfway through the mirror. More confused than anything.
“...Hey, Omi,” ― you hesitate. pausing as you take off your chain ― “Did you need something, my love?”
He looks uncomfortable, agitated. The way he steps into the bathroom a little more and leans on the counter, facing you with his arms crossed. It doesn’t lend you any hints to what he’s feeling, and he can feel it - your concern growing with every passing second. He looks at you and maybe it’s because he’s a little tipsy. The liquid courage in his system might be making him feel like this, all prickly skin under his collar and high with the adrenaline of a long night.
“I want you to sit on my face,” ― he says, with no pause or breaks or even any warning ― “Please. I’d appreciate it,”
There’s something especially Kiyoomi about the last part, the burning desire masked underneath too much honesty and a little bit of shame. You drop whatever's in your hands to look at him and he gives you this look of what can only be despair. It makes your core clench, your whole body shivering.
“...Can I ask what brought this about?”
“You looked good tonight,” is his short reply, as if that’s enough reason for the sudden and abrupt question. As if that explains everything perfectly. For Sakusa, it does. You shift a little, clit suddenly preening for attention.
“Is that all you wanna do..? It’s been a long night but,”
“Yeah. I can.. I don’t need to… I just want you on my face,” ― he says again, even more quietly than before ― “Please,”
“It’s..I don’t mind. I just wasn’t expecting it so I’m not ready, so if you wanna give me 15. I can shave and -”
“Don’t do that. I’m impatient. C’mere,”
It’s only a few words and Kiyoomi is dragging you by the hand, to the big king-size bed in the middle of the room. He motions for you to sit first and you do, on the edge of the bed towards the headboard. You criss-cross as Sakusa lays on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor with the rest of his body on the mattress.
“Sit this way.. want you to face the mirror,”
Your eyes go wide as saucers, and you stare at him. He looks generally unfazed but there’s an impatience to his actions, arms reaching up and back. You scoot forward too far and he ends up dragging you until your lower half is hovering just over his face. Your hands are splayed on his thighs to hold yourself up. But you’re not like that for long.
He takes your panties off, a soft groan leaving his mouth at the sight of your cunt. Pretty and perfect for him - soaked. The visual is enough to make his mouth water and it only takes a few seconds for one of his arms to circle your waist. He hugs your middle tight, forcing the weight onto him.
You can’t help yourself but squeak, voice gone high at the way Omi’s tongue makes contact with your clit. You can feel the way he snakes around it, hitting the most sensitive angle. Your whole body shakes, hand cupped over your mouth at the way he goes for it so quickly. Sakusa does most things, almost everything, so carefully but he’s lapping at your clit like it’s ambrosia. It feels like he’s getting drunk off of it, tongue dipped carefully between your folds, focused on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
It’s addicting, the feeling of it pulsing on his tongue. You help him unbutton his pants and slide his cock out, readying yourself to return to the favor but just as you get ready, he stops and pulls away.
“Don’t touch me, this is about you. Just need your spit on it,”
You whimper, loud at the way his voice shifts. It makes you feel sticky inside, and you lean forward to do as he asks, spit on it. You watch the way his hand wraps around the base of his cock, jerking himself off while he sucks the soul out of you through your clit. You feel like the airs been knocked right out of your fucking lungs, burning hot between your thighs. It’s almost torturous, not being able to touch him. The steady crescendo of your impending orgasm is enough to distract you from it, and you cum. You cum and you cum hard. Shaking as you catch glimpses of yourself in that big mirror, practically collapsing.
Sakusa pulls away, if only to get a lungful of air, before stroking your pussy with his fingers. He kisses it too, like it’s for good measure.
“I still feel restless. Gonna take more.. okay?”
You whimper, limp. Whatever plans you have out of the window.
Atsumu Miya is one cocky bastard.
This is.. kind of true. To a degree, you think when it comes to things he cares about - he has this tendency to be a little cocky about it. He gets in over his head a lot, bites off more than he can chew. He’s good at making sure things work out regardless of whether or not they should. This is what makes him one of the best setters in all of Japan, and overall a good player. Not only is he willing to take the risk, he almost always manages to execute it.
You think he has, for the most part, good reason to be so cocky. You like that attitude in him, a certain kinda fire lighting up in his eyes when he has some impossibility or plan that he wants to set up. You’ve seen him on the court more times than you can count on your fingers and toes - you know exactly the face he makes when he’s gonna do something extreme. To you, he’s almost screaming it with his actions. He’ll bend forward with his hands on his knees, and his whole body will get a little tight. His tongue slips over his lips and he grins, big with all of his teeth. He’s telling the whole world in that moment - just fucking watch me.
Outside of the court, you think Atsumu is a bit of a dweeb. Between the two brothers, he still has that overzealous confidence but he doesn’t really come off as a jerk. He just has an excitement, like he’s bursting at the seams to show you how cool he is. He doesn’t always fail miserably. You do think he’s cool, most of the time. You think he’s good at talking and he’s charming, and a little dorky in a hot way. He doesn’t take himself too seriously, to begin with. You like that about him, too , always have.
Sometimes, and rarely, you see Atsumu really, really want something. He’s not someone who often yearns. He’s too goal oriented for stuff like that, too precise. Everything that Atsumu Miya does or says normally comes with at least a little planning. He thinks a lot, more than he needs too but that has more net positives than net negatives.
So, it’s true that it’s rare to see him want something in such a way, that he’s yearning. But you always know when he does because he has such obvious tells.
It’s a Sunday and Atsumu Miya is in a park with you. You’re all the way in Kyoto - and the seasons are in between so the leaves are pretty colors. It’s still warm enough to be outside without a coat on and the warm breeze slides against your skin. It feels nice out - and you’re having a picnic outside. You spent a while planning today's venture, wanting to get some cute pictures together since you haven’t taken any since before Atsumu went on tour.
That’s all fine and good. It’s been nice so far - you have a little charcuterie board of cheeses and fruits and crackers and deli meat. You’ve taken some cute photos too, the best ones being saved in your phone with the outtakes being welcomed on your story. You’ve even got some handsome outtakes of Atsumu fixing his hair, where he’s smiling. It’s been a good day.
For better or for worse, you know Atsumu Miya like you know the back of your hand. You know his tells, when he wants something. His hands get a little sweaty, fingers curling at the base of his jeans and he moves around more. Shorter sentences and more intense eyes. It’s been a few hours and you’ve mostly managed to ignore it, but you want to stay out a little longer. And you’re not sure if you can do that if you don’t take care of whatever emotion he’s displaying. You breathe a deep sigh, putting your phone down and giving him a tired look.
“What is it,” you say more than ask, like a statement. You already know it’s something. His eyes go wide, and he has the audacity to look surprised. His mouth goes agape.
“Whaddya mean -,”
“Atsumu Miya,”
“What do you want,”
It’s silent for a minute, just a while. Atsumu looks guilty, and he swallows. Opens his mouth a little and then closes it and so on and so forth. Finally after giving it some contemplation, he says something.
“Don’t get mad,”
“I’m gonna kill you. Say it again. Slower.. clearly,”
“I want ya to..sit on my face. Yanno.. like now,”
You pause.
“...Right now?”
He nods his head sheepishly, clasping his hands together with a desperate plea. You stare at him, mouth agape.
“‘tsumu, baby - we’re outside. In public. You are a pro-athlete. You know the answer,”
“An emphatic yes?”
He scoots a little closer to you and you scoot back. Atsumu gets you before you can, slipping a hand between your thighs with a smile. He almost looks innocent, the way he presses his cheek to your shoulder like this is the most casual in the world has you considering a divorce.
His voice does that thing it does where it gets a little soft, a touch lower. Enough to make all the hairs on your neck stand. You curse all setters and their stupid fucking hands - the ones with nimble fingers that drag up the inner most part. You can feel him press into the flesh, and he’s mumbling something.
“C’mon, baby,” ― he coaxes, index finger pressing against the soft spot of your panties ― “If anyone sees well.. wassit matter, right? ‘s what lovers do,”
You tell him, weakly, to shut up. The use of the word lovers has you reeling, stomach singed with heat. You turn to him and he perks up, smiling. It’s like he reads your mind, immediately placing leftovers in the basket and pushing it to the side. You sit on your knees on one end of the blanket but Atsumu pushes you to sit on your ass. He lifts your legs up, hands sliding carefully underneath your skirt and hooking into your panties.
He gets them off in one smooth motion, holding the fabric up like some kind of prize. He folds it carefully, setting your legs down, and opening your mouth. His thumb rests on your bottom lip as he shoves the fabric in your mouth. You whine a little and he kisses your cheek, full with fabric.
“Bite on it if ya wanna make a sound, ‘kay beautiful?” he tells you. You watch, biting on the fabric with almost spite, as Atsumu lays on the ground. He taps his cheek with two fingers.
“Hop on,”
You leave your skirt on and do what he tells you, looking around anxiously to see if anyone is around. It’s empty, you’ve chosen a spot far out enough that there’s no one within a few hundred feet. You seat yourself, not sure how to hold your skirt, but Atsumu pulls it down so he’s trapped. He pats your thigh a little, almost like he knows you’ll panic. In a few seconds, he’s got a hand on your thigh. You’re facing forward and Atsumu kisses the hood of your clit before he takes initiative.
This is ridiculous and unbelievable and fuck - Atsumus mouth feels so good. He eats you with so much confidence, his tongue diving between your folds to lap at everything soaked between your thighs. You can’t help but bite down, drooling down your chin as the makeshift gag garners more teeth marks. Your clit is sore with how harshly throbs, blood pumping through and making your body go as hot as the sun. You can’t do anything but choke, hands curled into fists as your head tries to make sense of everything it’s feeling. All you can feel or think about is Atsumu and the little circles he’s drawing in your thigh while he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking to add a layer of pressure. It feels good, like the heat does after a cold night of winter, that burning sensation permeating through your whole body.
You’re going to cum and you’re going to cum soon, and Atsumu has to know because he goes faster and harder. In what feels like a matter of your seconds your whole body convulses and you go limp, like everything in you has been squeezed. You hang on by a thread as you cum, replacing the gag in your mouth by cupping your head as you moan his name.
When you feel like you can breathe, you lift your skirt up to look at Atsumu, hot and sweaty. When you lean back, he smiles, biting your inner thigh.
“Good right?”
Right. He is a cocky bastard indeed.
There is nothing Suna Rintarou enjoys more than doing fuck-all.
He likes a lot of things, though. He likes Travis Scott, and Batman, and playing video games at ungodly hours. He likes being awake at dawn and sleeping in public places because for some reason that’s super relaxing. He really likes playing volleyball because he’s been doing it for more years than he understands and he hardly ever gets tired of it. Suna likes to appreciate things for what they are, so rarely will he ever pretend to like something. If he’s gonna partake in something, he’s gonna go all in
There are things he doesn’t like, like sneakerheads on Twitter, and any weather that’s too hot. He’s also not really a fan of super oily lotions, and has a shitty relationship with certain barbershops on the west-end of his city. For the most part, Suna Rintarou likes to keep things.. consistent where he can. He’s a man who’s willing to change and he’s really good at admitting when he’s wrong about something. He needs to be good at that to strike a good balance within himself. Regardless, he’s pretty consistent with his taste.
He likes to do things with assurance, so when he likes something - he really likes it and vice-versa. There’s probably some universe where Suna isn’t a volleyball player but some sort of advertiser. He can justify almost everything he does, even if he doesn’t have too. It’s not really that he talks in circles but that he wants to make sure people have it clear. That everything he partakes in, he enjoys immensely and thoroughly, and that the things he hates are objectively bad. He likes to argue with subjective things just because it makes him laugh.
Of all the things Suna Rin enjoys doing, he enjoys doing fucking nothing the most of all.
There is precisely 0 sarcasm in that statement. In fact, it’s maybe the most honest thing he’s said since his career started. Suna busts his ass when he needs you to optimize “doing nothing time,” which is any and all time that has a net zero productivity. Where he lays into his couch and watches Tik Tok. He likes this time the most, in part, because he knows you’re a working part of his “favorite things'' playlist. Doing nothing means he can be with you and Suna likes you a lot more than he knows what to do with half the time. It’s weird for him because normally in relationships, he has a tendency to be aloof. He’s not super expressive about his feelings but with you, it’s different. With you, Suna tends to nudge and worm his way into your presence, your view. He likes you, he can say this with the utmost amount of confidence.
You have to admit that you like doing nothing with Suna, too. You don’t think there’s anything like spending time just laying next to each other, conversing every few minutes with long moments of silence in between. When he comes home from practice early, you don’t bother moving from your spot. You’re sure he’ll waltz into your shared bedroom with a yawn and invite himself into your space.
After about 15 minutes, you can almost feel his presence before you hear him. The door clicks open, and you turn your head a little to catch a glimpse of him. A black t-shirt and basketball shorts, all of his hair pushed back since it’s wet. He dries it with a towel, shaking it out.
“Hey, baby,” you hum. Suna looks at you, about to say hey back when he catches a glimpse of you. Laying on your stomach with nothing but some panties, and a big shirt that rests right above your ass that you haven’t bothered to fix. He’s trying not to be distracted but he fails miserably, gaping.
Instead of saying anything more, Suna strides towards you and spreads your legs apart a little farther. You’re moments away from questioning him, a little gasp leaving your mouth. He lays between your legs, facing the ceiling, his hands reaching up to squeeze your ass.
“Well hello to you too,” you chuckle. Suna doesn’t say anything for a while.
“You should get on your knees and sit on my face, I think. For all my hardwork in practice,” Suna tells you, informs you, incredibly amused. You feel a flutter pass through you, squirming.
“You’re so annoying, Rin. No hello? No,’how was your day?’”
He pauses.
“Hello. How was your day? Good? Great, me too. Anyways, you should -”
You can’t help but laugh at him, it’s so on-brand. You sit up on your knees and scoot back until you’re hovering just over his chest. Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek and he smiles, fingers finding your thighs with new-found confidence. You roll your eyes.
“You’re the worst,”
“Give me 10 minutes and I can change your mind,”
He says it as his fingers curl into the waistband of your panties. All it takes is a few seconds, and Suna slides them down your thighs. He pushes you up, gently, until you’re hovering over his face. You lift your leg until the fabrics out of the way and Suna sighs right against your thigh, teeth sinking into the flesh as you whimper. Suna can’t keep his hands off of you, massaging your thigh with strong palms as he drags your sex closer and closer to his face.
His breath is warm and minty, hot over your core. It makes you shiver, hands reaching for his hairs as you whine out. A small “Rin,” leaves your lips and that’s all it takes for Suna to dip his tongue out and over. There’s not anything precise to it, it’s a messy and wet stroke, with the hardened tip of his tongue, grazing over sensitive folds. Suna is confident about the things he likes, and he loves to do fuck-all, but when it comes to making you feel good - he never cuts any corners.
Another stroke but this time with flattened tongue, he makes sure your clit is angled perfectly on his mouth and let’s his hands do the rest of the work. He guides your hips and rocks you against his own mouth, lets you grind into his face as he gets face-deep in your cunt. The pleasure is slow at first, almost gentle, like he’s massaging your clit with his mouth. Your whole body feels like it’s being pulled apart, soft and sticky - warm like pastries from the oven. Your thighs clench at the sensation, moaning as Suna hardens his tongue. You’re riding his face but Suna makes sure he does all the work, the fat of your thighs dimpling under the grip of his fingers. Your clit goes back and forth on his mouth and your insides go molten - arousal dripping into his mouth.
The sensation is too much, like it’s gonna swallow you up along with it. It comes the way a wave hits the tides and your whole body starts to go so tight. Your core and your thighs all tensed, as you fold over, gripping the headboard until your knuckles turn white. You want to warn him, and you try but Suna can tell you’re coming much earlier than you do.
“Oh.. oh please,” and you cum, hard, right into Suna’s mouth. A whole tremor moves you and a silent scream has your mouth dropped in an O. Too much, too much, too much. Fuck it feels so good.
You lean back, breathless, to look at Suna who gives you a happy smirk.
“Still the worst?”
You throw your head back and laugh, struggling to breathe.
“Yeah. Definitely,”
Tsukishima Kei is mean.
If you tell this to someone, they probably wouldn’t even think twice before agreeing with you. In fact, you think they’d pause to ask you why you’ve bothered saying something so painfully obvious. Water is wet. The sky is blue. Grass is green. All of these things are obvious statements, with no point to reiterating them because yes.. obviously these things are true. Some things aren’t subjective, like the qualities of a human being. It’s like saying Tsukishima is tall, an objectively true statement. Tsukishima Kei is mean - among other things, sure, but mean above all else.
For you, at the very least, it’s pretty easy to see through Tsukishima. It’s true that to a degree, he has a complex about his intelligence. But there’s a lot of other things, more vulnerable things, about him that exist too. He hates putting in effort because he’s deathly afraid of embarrassing himself. His self-worth is strangely low for someone so capable, and he hates when he’s not good at things right away. You think most of the things he says that come off as mean, while mostly true, simply exist because he projects a lot. The older you both get, the more he grows out of it, but old habits die hard. Tsukishima Kei is mean, that’s not exactly wrong.
But he also has kind of a dorky sense of humor, he laughs a little hard at things he’s not supposed to. He likes playing Magic The Gathering, and he has bad fashion taste. He would never admit this, but he also enjoys cutesy things. When he sees stuffed animals in the store, or decorated notes and pens - he buys them for you because he can’t justify buying them for himself. He likes the sound of your voice over the phone, and sometimes he knows he’s being callous - so he gives himself a 20 minute breather so he doesn’t freak out on you. Tsukishima Kei is well aware that he’s hard to get along with, smart as he is - he’s not good at feelings. Not good at saying what he wants or what he needs.
So, it’s true that he’s mean. His version of flirting with you is teasing you, messing with you, making fun of you. But, no matter what he says, he always tells on himself with what he does. When he tells you that you’re an idiot, but he leans down to tie your laces anyways. So on and so forth - you think Tsukshima Kei is just.. bad at being honest. With himself and with you, so he says the opposite of what he means, hoping he can throw you off of his tracks.
You’re probably one of the only people who sees through Tsukishima with such an alarming amount of ease. Other than the obvious Yamguchi, and even Yachi - everytime Tsukishima opens his mouth with a teasing comment or aggravating word, you’re the first person to call him on his shit. Tsukishima fell for you begrudgingly, after calling you all sorts of things - it was followed by a stupid confession. He bought you a rose and made you a card (that Yamaguchi forced him to make) and told you how he felt about you.
Lucky for him, you liked him back. And now you’re here, deep into a relationship, and still in the process of trying to get him to tell you his feelings. You’ve learned it now, the meaner he’s being - the harder it is for him to say what he thinks. It catches you by surprise when you two are out on a date, later in the evening, and you hear Tsukishima comment on your outfit with a soft blush painted on his face.
“With your legs out like that, you’re gonna go and get yourself sick,”
You know he doesn’t actually give a shit what you wear, but his comment makes you pause anyway.A soft breeze passes by. The two of you are meant to be heading home soon but you turn to look at him under the street-lights anyways. He’s burning red, up to the tips of his ear and down to his chest. He looks at you weakly before looking away.
“You’re terrible at this,” you comment, amused. He scoffs at you but can’t argue in the end - but you pull down your shorts over your thighs anyways. After that you keep walking with Tsukishima in tow. Your apartment is a few minutes away, but you decide to tease him anyways.
“Whaddya want, Kei? You know I’m not gonna say no,”
It’s not like he can tell you, directly, that he wants you to sit on his face. He can’t even tell you that it’s embarrassing, so his mouth is snapped shut. It’s quiet the whole way home, into the elevator, the first floor, and all the way until you’ve unlocked the door. Only after all that, does Tsukishima take a shaky inhale when he gets inside the door and you turn to glance at him. He looks nervous, unsure.
“I want you to..”
You turn around, and coax him - a soft look of curiosity in your eyes. As fun as it is to tease him, sometimes you just want him to be straightforward. You don’t wanna push him into a corner.
“You want me too?”
“I want you to sit on my face,” he says, clumsy and awkward. Your eyes go wide at his request, and you stare at him. His hands stuffed in his pockets, looking at everything but you - huffing as if he’s getting ready to defend himself.
“..Right now?”
His mouth falls open and he stumbles a little, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say no.
“Yeah. Yeah.. right now,”
As if the opportunity might slip him by, he weaves past you and goes to the couch in your living room. You follow him curious, watching as he sits on the floor with his head back onto the couch cushion. He takes his glasses off with a soft sigh, running his hands through his hair to push it back.
“You sure that’ll be comfy for you?”
“I want it to be.. this position is.. yeah. Just do it before I embarrass myself more.. please,”
Tsukishima watches briefly as you take your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, the bare sight of your skin making him swallow all the saliva in his mouth. You crawl towards him on the couch, settling yourself over his face. You thread your fingers through his blonde locks with a soft sigh.
“Okay.. tap if you can’t breathe,”
“I promise you I’m not tapping,”
You laugh a little at the joke he cracks, before settling yourself right over his mouth. You’re not sure what you’re expecting from him - it’s the first time you’ve done it in such a position. It’s Tsukishima, so you know what he’s like when he gives head. He does almost everything with efficiency, and you figure this won’t be any different. It’s like you forgot what you knew, that Tsukishima's actions tell on him before his mouth ever could. It’s why you let out a loud gasp at the feeling of his tongue, the way his skinny fingers drag the entire weight of you down onto his face. You’re not sure what you planned for it to happen.
But you do know that you’re not expecting him to be so sloppy, the muscle of his tongue running on every inch of your skin as he sucks your clit right into his mouth. It’s messy, more than it’s anything else, the lewd sound of sucking and slurping making your whole body convulse. It’s nothing like what you’re expecting, the sudden frenzy of pleasure - merciless as it fries each of your nerves. Every part of you feels sensitive. Your hairs on your neck stand all on their own as Tsukishima moans between your legs, keening for you to give him more. The vibrations strike you like a match, heat pooling inside of your cunt. You’re dripping and reactive, every movement driving you into the edge. You aren’t sure what to do with yourself.
“Kei.. Kei - holy shit,”
Your orgasm is too sudden for you to warn him, all you know is that your eyes get screwed shut and your whole body stops, and you cum with everything you have. You cum and you cum and you cum and Tsukishima doesn’t show any signs of stopping until you’re tearing himself from your face.
You step off completely, sitting on the couch with your body slumped into cushions. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, sighing.
“I didn’t say I was finished, you know,”
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lace-bun · a day ago
masturbating with their jersey → haikyuu!!
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including; kuroō tetsuro • atsumu miya • suna rintarou • sakusa kiyoomi
warning; fingering, pet-names, masturbation, degradation, daddy kink, begging, implied dumbification
a/n; dilf kuroō
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⤷ he walked into his pretty baby, tears rolling down her face with her cute sniffles. what could he do? his precious little girl unable to reach that spot in her cunny that made her reel. especially while clinging to his jersey. “kitten, do you need my help?” he preened, strolling over to crawl on the bed. trust me, he did help. touching your pussy oh so good till you were creaming all over him.
⤷ he was grinning like an idiot when he say you rolling your hips so needily into your fingers, trying so hard to get off from such little. draped in his old inarizaki jersey, fuck. a turn on for real. “slutty baby, you can’t cum without daddy’s help can you?” he teases, wickedly smiling. he knew that’s exactly what you wanted. gasping quickly. “please please daddy, please.” your begging. it was music to his ears. “of course, let daddy help you darlin’.”
⤷ walking in from a late practice, he hasn’t expected to see you huffing and panting with your pussy on full display for him. obviously getting off with his old inarizaki jersey held in a few white-knuckle grip. “ah, what a nice sight.” he leant on the frame of the door, marveling your body for a moment. that was until he heard the entourage of “rInNie~” that fell off your lips, his name. he lost it. utterly feral. let’s just say you probably didn’t walk the next morning.
⤷ he was simply coming out of the shower, and when he saw you. he couldn’t take his eyes off you. staring at him so lust-filled. eyelashes dusted with tears, holding your shirt in your teeth with pretty whines. “kiyoomi—i need y-you~” you stuttered, reaching out for him. and darling, he was going to give you what you need most. railing you all night. the only words you could say being his name.
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#Includes: Multiple boys (Ushijima, Sakusa, Atsumu, Kuroo, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)
#genre: Smut
#warnings: choking, belly bulge, size kink, dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia , gagging, afab reader, pet names.
Minors for the love of all that’s holy please DO NOT interact , thank you :)
Sakusa: Relishes in the feeling of his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Not just during sex but whenever. It makes him feel like he’s fully in control and you’re at his mercy plus the image of your eyes rolling to the back of your head every time he does it just edges him closer. And without fail the feeling of you gripping his wrist and clawing at his hands when his dick gets too much, sends him over the edge and has him pulling out and cumming all over your puffy pussy.
Ushijima: Everyone knows he’s a big boy and the same can be said about his dick, mans got a horse cock. Loves watching you struggle to take him but the best part…him pressing down on your belly bulge. He’s so big that you can see him through your stomach and the visual of him going in and out of you makes both of you groan. He’ll press down on it and say things like: “look how deep I am baby” “do you feel me in here love? Let’s see if I can go deeper, you can take it”
Atsumu: This man loves dirty talk. Will whisper the nastiest shit into your ear just to feel the tight clench of your cunt that drives him mad. Will ask questions like “does that feel good baby?” knowing you physically can’t reply and watch with amusement as you try to moan out a reply, but don’t worry he knows his baby’s too fucked out to respond and his aim is to get you to a place where you’re seeing stars.
Kuroo: The way he looks at you. With low lidded eyes and an easy seductive smirk. Often gives you that look when you’re riding him and begging him to do something, but he just leans back against the headboard with his hands tucked behind his head and watches you struggle. He finds the desperation in your bounces so fucking hot, how eager you are to get off and begging him to help just makes his smirk stretch wider. Its only when tears of frustration start to well up in your eyes that he decides to put an end to your torture and places his hands on your waist and plants his feet on the bed, then harshly thrusts up, “my pretty baby can’t do anything without my help, don’t worry I’m here now kitten”
Oikawa: The noises he let’s out. Has the prettiest moans and whines that make your pussy leak like nothing else. Most of the time you’re just trying to get him to moan and make noises and he doesn’t understand what’s so hot about them, he finds himself a little insecure of the noises he makes because they aren’t ‘masculine’ and deep. What has you creaming around him nine times out of ten is when he moans right into your ear while slowly thrusting in and out of you and in a high-pitched whine tells you how good you feel.
Iwaizumi: Holds you close every time. That’s why his favourite positions are missionary and spooning. Wants to feel every single part of you when he’s buried deep inside of you because it makes him feel even more connected to you and increases the intimacy of it. In missionary he’ll be practically flush against you, your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, while he’ll either be sucking softly on your neck or ear or making out with you, tongues wrapped around each other and breathily moaning into each other.
Tsukishima: When he thinks you’re being too loud, he’ll put two of his long digits into your mouth and order you to suck. He loves shoving them a bit too far down your throat, so you gag a little and tear up. Will watch those pretty tears cascade down your face with a smirk as he continues delivering hard deep thrusts, “shhh you’re making too much noise baby, wouldn’t want anyone to here how fucked out you are”
Enjoy sluts
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iwasbunny · 2 months ago
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# headcanons. 674 words.
# warnings. twt porn links, afab reader, choking, degradation, praise, daddy kink.
# contains. daichi, suna, atsumu, sakusa.
# note. my baby ( @storms-playhouse ) gave me the idea so credits to him.
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loves to fuck you on your back, it just gives him the best view possible.
he gets to watch your cute little cunt perfectly wrap around his cock, practically pulling him in and milking him dry with every single thrust.
the way your tits bounce while he fucks into you is just addictive to him.
not to mention the whines and whimpers being pulls out of you when you feel his fat cock buried all to way to the hilt in your tight heat.
his hands get to wander from wrapping around your throat to gripping your hips while he fucks you impossibly harder.
“Fuck yeah, doll. You look so pretty like this.. all exposed for me. Bet you like that, don’t you? Mhm, you love it when I fuck you like the needy little slut you are.”
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hits it from the back, we all know it.
suna’s obsessed with watching your ass bounce each time he pulls you onto his cock.
he also gets off to seeing your ass all bruised from his harsh slaps, the way you squeal after each spank has him growling into your ear.
part of him is a little sadistic, which is why he loves to have his hands roughly gripping your hair or jaw while he pulls you into a messy kiss.
sometimes he’ll have his fingers deep in your throat and he loves to hear you gag while he forces it in deeper, just to see those pretty tears.
“S’too much? Too much for you already? Tch, you begged for this cock, angel. Now, shut up and fuckin’ take it like a good girl—my good girl.”
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he likes to fuck you with your face shoved into the mattress.
isn’t afraid to manhandle and be rough with you, especially because he knows you love it, you get off to him being needy for you.
hearing your moans and cries for him all muffled while he keeps you pressed down underneath him is exhilarating.
you just get so fucked out in this position, the angle that his cock is hitting you makes you see stars and leaves you a panting mess.
definitely coos at you when he knows you can’t talk back, too stupid too even try.
“Awh, what’s wrong, princess? Ya sensitive already, mm. I bet’cha enjoyed cumming all over my cock, didn’t even bother askin’ for my permission.. tsk, guess my needy girl needs to learn a lesson.”
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usually likes it when you’re on top
as much as he likes having the control he doesn’t mind letting you take over either.
the desperation in your movements while you grind against his cock has him biting his lip to hold back his groans.
he loves that he gets to see all your adorably dazed expression, your face contorting into one of pleasure while you fuck his cock brings him even closer to the edge.
the position allows him to be close to you; needing pulling you into a kiss and sucking on your nipples, it’s heaven for him.
“That’s my good girl, takin’ this cock so well.. you were made to be my little slut, hm. Let me see that pretty face.. I want you to look at me while you cream all over my cock.”
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kurosukii · 2 months ago
imagine "accidentally" sending nudes to the msby 4 guys (individually)
☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — male masturbation, filming/taking a picture, mentions of fingering, tit-fucking, sex toy, kind of exhibitionism, msby boys have naughty thoughts about you <3
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❖ — ATSUMU wipes his wet hands on a paper towel before he reaches for his phone when he hears it buzz in his pocket. he blinks once and suddenly he finds himself locked in one of the bathroom stalls in his brother's restaurant. his mouth drops down in shock as his eyes widen upon scrutinizing the photo you sent him. you're on all fours, back arched with your naked ass beckoning him. he groans as he bumps his head on the door, seeing a sliver of your pussy lips teasing him. his cock is already hard and there's no other thing to do but relieve himself of the problem you gave him. atsumu zooms in your glistening cunt as he dips his hand down his pants and pulls his cock out, biting his lower lip as he rapidly strokes his shaft to the thought of fucking you from behind as you moan his name again and again.
❖ — BOKUTO thinks he's having his regular wet dream in which you're always the star. his naturally owlish eyes grow wider when he sees the risqué photo that you may have accidentally sent him; your eyes are glossy, lips between your teeth as two fingers are buried in your wet cunt. bokuto groans low in his throat, feeling his cock twitch and harden in his shorts underneath the blanket. he looks to his left, seeing that roommate is facing away from him, and thinks fuck it before he quietly pulls his shorts down until his aching cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. he bites his lip to stifle his whine as he looks at your picture again, large hand wrapped around his shaft as heavy pants and the slick sounds of him fisting his cock to your lewd picture fills the dark room—imagining that it's his thicker and longer fingers playing with your cunt.
❖ — HINATA groans as he tilts his head back towards his locker, silently thanking every god or deity out there that he's the only one left in the locker room, because there's no way he'll ever show the rest of the guys a photo of you cupping your bare tits with your fingers pinching your nipples. his face is hot and red as he turns around, his forehead pressing against the cold metal as he tugs his shorts down until they're pooled around his ankles. he reaches for the hem of his shirt and puts them between his teeth, his cock leaking and angry as he angles his phone so that his hand wrapped around his dick fills the screen. hinata presses play and closes his eyes tightly, vividly picturing that he's fucking your tits and cumming all over your chest and neck.
❖ — SAKUSA grunts as his phone dings, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he remembers how he explicitly told his teammates not to contact him on his day off. but his expression quickly becomes dumbfounded when he realizes that it's you and the photo you sent is something that he has only daydreamed of. you're squatting, and not only that, you're squatting with a dildo inside of you. sakusa's brain short-circuits when he realizes that the toy is eerily similar to that of his own cock. he doesn't care if the photo isn't meant for him or that he already has his hand down his pants as his thumb smears a bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip. he moans your name breathily, pulling his pants down to his thighs as he takes a photo of his hand wrapped around his thick cock before throwing his phone to the side. he starts stroking his cock, squeezing his shaft tightly as he imagines it's your wet pussy clenching and dragging along the length of him.
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iwaizumis-bitch · 3 months ago
you pervert!
perverted things the haikyuu boys do (pt 2)
nsfw (no actual smut), minors go away please
hajime iwaizumi couldn’t resist accidentally spilling water over you when you were in your white t-shirt. he couldn’t resist seeing your face heat up and nipples perk up at the sudden coldness. not when you looked so cute and embarrassed, apologising and changing into a different top quickly.
miya atsumu always preferred to use his phone calculator than a real one. you were certain he was working out the equations you were helping him with. you were not even close. he’d take out his phone, turning it downwards towards you, before taking a few photos of your legs in your little skirt, saving them for later.
tetsuro kuroo loved coming up behind you and scaring you whenever he saw you. you would always jump up in shock, before laughing and telling him how ‘it’s not funny!!’. he knew it wasn’t funny, but the way your breasts jiggled whenever you’d jump always made his day a bit better.
koushi sugawara always had a hand on you. he was the kindest person you had ever met, so of course you thought he was only being friendly. you didn’t think anything of it when he’d sling his arm around your shoulder, resting on your breast, or when he would pull you into hiss side by your hip, squeezing down innocently.
yuu nishinoya (biggest perv) pulled all the classics on you. ‘hey, can you make your elbows touch?’, he’d ask, doing the motion himself. you copied him, pressing your arms together as your cleavage became much more visible. or maybe he’d ask you to say ‘aaaah’, or ‘mmmm’, with your mouth closed, keeping the noises in his memory.
kiyoomi sakusa was your neighbour. he was so sweet, always helping you carry all your groceries in. always letting you walk up the stairs first so you could lead him the way to your apartment, right? he wasn’t being a pervert, letting you get a few steps up before he started walking so his face was mere inches from your ass. and even if he was you would never find out.
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sunaerin · 3 months ago
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+ intimacy + audio
+ haikyuu boys (timeskip) x f!reader 
+ MDNI - 18+ was just in the mood, thought i’d share with you all
+ pt. 2
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Stand Still - Sabrina Claudio + Adorn - Miguel
+ You are their pillow princess: There is no doubt about it, these are the boys that would treat you like a queen. Willingly taking on the role to serve you and have you cum at a minimum of four to five times per session, their priority is for you to feel good and cum hard, to make you as wet as you can be - nothing else. 
You want him to eat you out the whole time? - say less, he’s on his hands and knees licking up your pussy till you can’t cum anymore. You want them to pound into you in a specific position - say no more, just let him know. These boys skillfully use their hands to split open your labia, to get an easier access to your cunt, especially your clit - for their favorite part... to suck on it and watch you squirm at the feeling of pure ecstasy. They will use every area of their tongue to eat you out, and won’t be afraid to get dirty and wet - again, because if you feel good, then he’s done his job well. Just let him pound into you a couple times, for his own carnal desires, and that’ll be more than enough for him. 
From prepping to aftercare, these boys are the best at what they do. They would NEVER cum before you, and it’s almost astounding how well they are able to pull out before he can release just for them to put it back in your wet pussy, pussy dripping with his spit and from the remnants of your past orgasms, when he knows he’s safe… always making it his priority to fuck you so damn good all the time.
these boys show you that intimacy comes with persistence - persistence of finding their partner’s best spots. They will never be content with what they know, they always want to know more about you. Your sweet spots, what makes you vibrate in pure bliss, your most sensitive regions - regions that make you squirt, places that make you moan harder than usual. He’s committed to finding more about you, simply so he can please you. 
Killer part, where you literally die everytime you see them... thinking you lucked out on the “hot boyfriend blessing.” They are the best at rolling their hips into you, slowly and methodically moving like a slow wave, thrusting into you at the right angle - an angle that they were able to perfect after the many times of simply serving you. They flex their stomach as they penetrate their angry red, beautiful cocks into your adorned pussy - deep within in your caverns - just the way you like it. He asks you, “baby, you like this spot, right?” “tell me, this feels good.” “you like me fucking you like this?”
+ Bokuto, Asahi, Lev, Yamaguchi, Aran, Tanaka, Yamamoto, Ennoshita, Kai, Kindaichi, Aone, Kita, Kyotani
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SUGAR - SiR + P*SSY FAIRY - Jhene Aiko
+ These are the boys that wouldn’t mind fucking you in public and tease the shit out of you: these boys will not hesitate to whisper lewd and racy thing into you ear, all while groping your ass in public. You're out with friends? don’t matter - he knows you can’t resist him, the same goes for him, he’s downright bad for you. He finds it amazing how, despite being with each other for so long, you still manage to make him salivate. You’re his angel, his most prized possession - what better way to flaunt his prize than in the eyes of an audience. Unable to press down his desires, he pulls you into the public restroom, and locks the door. The moment he turns arounds, he’ll be expecting his good girl to be on your knees, unzipping his pants, setting his cock free - Daddy’s girl knows what to do. fuck...
You start to palm his member, as you give him cute kitten licks to his head, with just enough pressure on the base of his semi hard cock, you start to swirl your hot tongue, looking up through your lashes, taking in all his precum... the way he likes it. 
When he’s hard enough, he’ll look at you and eye you a signal - a message for you to start doing your job. 
Honestly... his length never fails to impress you... but fuck that shit is a bit too long for you.... but whatever Daddy wants, he’s gonna get. 
Knowing what he wants, you smirk, and flatten out your tongue and lick him from the base of his cock all the way to head, all while massaging his balls - not afraid of getting dirty, your spit start to move down his balls and start to travel down his thighs... while you start to drool through the sides of your mouth.
These are the boys that wouldn’t hesitate to fuck you against the sink, having you scream out his name. Why? It brings him more thrill when he stuffs your mouth with your panties, while whispering into your ears, “you like it when daddy fucks you like this?” “what a whore, crying like this in public” “such a good girl, look at you taking all of me, i’m going to make you feel so good” “cum baby, cum loud, let everyone who owns this fucking pussy.” 
They never fail to let you know that they own you, and that in itself makes your cunt clench as you feel your juices and his hot seeds slowly trickling down - the aftermath of your love making flowing down your legs as proof for others to see that - he owns you. (these are the boys that show you that intimacy doesn’t always need to be repetitive and safe - intimacy can be found in the thrill).
but the best part is when... just when you feel like you’re ready to go... he pulls you close to make a love mark on your throat, big and red enough for other to see, and he blows on it with his cool breath... proud of his artwork - you’re his canvas and his favorite color to paint you with is milky white ( :
+ Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Matsukawa, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Tendou, Terushima, Oikawa, Kunimi
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Bed - J. Holiday + Take You Down - Chris Brown
+ These are the vanilla boys (breeding and missionary are their best assets): I REPEAT THESE BOYS ARE THE BEST AT PUTTING YOU IN THE BREEDER’S POSITION, AND FUCKING YOU IN MISSIONARY. Your man lives for intimacy, for the emotional, sexual, and physical connection that comes with sex. The fact that he’s connected to you as one, with his cock fully penetrated into you, drives him, almost, to the brink of insanity.
He desires to always make eye contact with you, watching you struggle to take his length, but still screaming out his name Daddy for him to fuck you harder, that he’s “so big, Daddy fucks me so good” - yea, that fucks with his ego a bit.
Assertive and dominant in bed, but still gentle enough to take it slow when you say “s-slow down! Fu-fuck ngh It’s too much!” ... sometimes he fucks you a bit too hard that you can’t breath... But, nonetheless, he’ll have his arms firmly secured next to your head, trapping you fully under his body, as he swiftly puts you in missionary, with his cock still within you, all while saying “you like that baby?” “look at me, baby… look at me, I want to see your pretty eyes'' all while maintaining a perfect rhythm, and they never lose it. 
As he slowly ruts into you, he puts his thumb into your mouth and he tells you, grunting with every thrust, “y-youre so good to me, the best fucking gift that the world gave me.” Youre his treasure, his gem, that he will never share with the world - youre his and his only.
Missionary is intimate, it’s what drives him. He kisses your face, leaves marks all along your neck, your breasts, your stomach, and your thighs. But before he moves down to your core, he always watches how his cock moves so delicately in and out of your bruised cunt. Fascinated at how someone so much smaller than him can take him so well... 
So when he makes it down to your sex, he is the one that appreciates it the most. He kisses it, appreciating at how pretty your pussy looks, stroking it with his calloused fingers, slowly circling your clit as he blow cool air... while he makes hickeys for your soft inner thighs. And before he eats you out, he’ll spread open your labia, draw a spit to your slit and watch it run down... lubricating it to your ass. 
Ready to now enjoy his meal, expect him to treat you well - it’s his own way for him to say “i love you.” He flattens out his tongue, licking you from top to bottom with long, excruciatingly slow, splitting you open with two fingers into your vagina, and one into your anus. 
He doesn’t care if sex is messy. If you squirt more power to you, and an ego boost for him. He’ll just wash the sheets later, it’s not a big deal. But when he  comes back up to you, mouth full of your juice, he kisses you harshly making you taste how fucking good you taste, as you pull on his hair coming down from your high - knowing you were ready for the real deal he then proceeds to man handle you into the breeding position.
This is where he goes feral. With your knees touching your chest, feet dangling from his shoulders, tears running down your face, as you speak incoherent words about how good he makes you feel… The possibility of him literally fucking a baby into you is what helps him to reach his climax. But, he never cums on his own. He always asks you to save him your last, so that you guys can cum together. 
His face is contorted with sweat dripping from his forehead, he places his forehead on top of yours and asks  “baby, you ready? Cum with me.” the moment you say yes, that’s when he starts pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. Him fixating on seeing you plump and full with his baby helps him to release, with his ass flexing whenever he thrusts into you ropes of hot cum pointed directly to your womb. 
(When he cleans you up, he would look at the viscous fluid, proud of what he’s down, spewing out of your slit. Once he’s deemed too much came out, he’ll push back his cum inside of you. The idea of you being pregnant with his baby will forever be his dream - but until then, he’ll be more than happy just to have you full with his cum.)
+ Sakusa, Akaashi, Osamu, Hirugami, Ushijima, Meian, Bokuto, Oikawa, Daichi, Sugawara
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It Won’t Stop - Sevyn Streeter + Too Deep - Dvsn
+ These are the boys that heavily enjoy car sex: He would drive to a secluded area, looking at you from the driver’s seat, while taking out a condom from his wallet “hey beautiful, want to move to the back? I promise it won't take long.” 
Car sex with him is the best, the thought of fogging up the windows, with the hot perspiration coming out from both mouths, being sweaty and uncomfortable in the small confinements of the car forces the both of you to make it quick, but still manage to not sacrifice the quality - he fucks you hard.
It’s a different type of intimate from what he does to you in bed. It’s normally him fully naked in the back seat, with you saddling on top of him. He has good access to your perky breasts, so when you're bouncing on his shaft, he would alternate between massaging a tit and mouthing the other - watching your areola get hard inside his mouth just so he can softly bite it and watch you wince at the pain. You have your arms around his neck, breathing heavily against his ears... and just for payback you’ll moan “fuck is that all you got... daddy?”.
Your thighs start to burn with the constant bouncing, so it’s not until you ask him for help - well... you begging -  that he smirks, immediately putting his hands onto your waists, which he then proceeds to frantically push himself into you at god knows what speed.
The moment he’s about to cum, you can just tell from the burrow forming on his forehead, with his excessive biting, and the unsteady breathing that he acquires. He gropes your ass harshly, and before he releases, he’ll give your plump ass a couple of smacks. Seeing the ripple of your fat and his hand imprint on your bum - he makes use the last ounce of self restraint he has to further penetrate his length deep within you - so close to having him touch your cervix.
Knowing that his car would muffle the sound, he cums hard and loud “fu-fuck, baby.. Keep riding me like that, yea j-just like that” “you're doing such a good job, daddy’s got you.” with his head tilted back, you can see the trail of sweat running down from his forehead to his throat and wanting to taste him, honestly everything about him looks delicious, you lick up his sweat in one swipe, from throat to forehead, and end off with a “Daddy’s yummy.” To him.. youre so cute so he simply responds “Your legs tired baby? I’ll massage your legs when we get back home because you're my good girl.” 
After his breathing calms, he pulls you close in for a kiss, a sign of thank you for being so good to him. .... he’s still inside of you too.  
Car sex with him is intimate, it leaves you both breathless, tired and feeling wasted but its sex that you love the most because it’s one of the rare times where you get to have more control than him - in reality, he’s your fucktoy.
+ Kuroo, Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Osamu, Suna, Matsukawa
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Come here - Sabrina Claudio + Beauty & Essex - Free nationals & Daniel Caesar
+ These are the boys that need a bit of a push - shy if I may add: He’s a softie, a shy boy. He can get bit nervous every time sex is initiated, or when a pure make out session leads to something more - he never fails to ask you “do you want to?” What a consensual king. They aren’t innocent, but just the fact that he gets to experience such an intimate time with you.. Yea, that makes him tremble a bit.
Constantly asking if this or that is okay, it’s nothing bad... it just comes to a point where action is needed fast, and you need him like that instant... but he still asks if you’re okay?... not reading the signs that you’ve been giving him that youre, in fact, more than fucking ready goddamn. 
That’s when you look at him, dead straight in the face, telling him to “fuck me now, and fuck me hard.” Sometimes he wouldn’t really know where to place his hands, so you’ll have to guide him along. It’s rather cute that he’s still so nervous around you. Placing his hands to your ass, when you’re doing cowgirl, telling him to grab it, spreading your cheeks wide, while fucking you dumb - harder, baby harder. 
Just because he’s nervous, doesn’t mean he’s bad. Once those initial jitters surpasses, he knows what to do - he’ll slowly gain his confidence.
But, never will he do anything that he hasn’t gotten your approval for. He trusts you, and he trusts that you’ll let him know what works for you or not.
But, if there is one thing that he can never get the courage to ask you... to give him head. The idea of you kneeling in front of him, simply pleasuring him, playing with his balls, with spit drooling from your mouth, and tears etched in your eyes... yea, he couldn’t ask his princess to do that. 
But being with him for some time, you’ve acquired knowledge of his body language, that you start to know when he’s itching for his balls and his dick to be sucked. Time to time, when he comes home from work, knowing your man’s been stressed, and has been nothing but good to you - you decide to reward him. You lead him to the couch, kissing his face, his neck, removing his shirt to stuck his tits, kiss each and every ab on his stomach, licking him back up from the v line on his hips, up his neck, and up to his lips to give him a kiss before you further proceed asking “you feel good, Daddy?”
Going down to your last location, you kiss his inner thighs - soft and gentle, sucking his skin and biting the area that you just made a mark - you make him jolt in desire and pleasure, he reaches for your head but still so shy of asking for more. 
You start to slowly palm his erection, keeping eye contact, all while telling him how good of a daddy that he is, and all you want is to make him feel good, as a thank you for being the best. 
Freeing his member, you take small kitten licks to his head, taking up all of his precum. He’s a bit too long for your throat to wrap, so you properly wet his pretty cock with your saliva dripping down and try your best to have him fully into your mouth with one hand at the base and the other massaging his sack.
Despite being the shy boys, he sure gets off seeing your eyes, eyes spilling with tears... struggling to take all of him in, looking so pretty for him… he’s believes he’s the luckiest man in the world and that makes his balls twitch - it’s game time.
Hinata, Kageyama, Sakusa, Kenma, Yaku, Lev, Inuoka, Kita
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SWV - Summer Walker + Mushroom Chocolate - Quin X 6lack
These are the boys that are in love with you, but are too afraid to admit… but their actions speak louder than words: He’s secretly in love with you, but initiates a friends with benefit relationship with you, because he’s scared as hell of rejection. pussy He wants you, but is afraid to lose you type of guy? he’s a bitch. He’s not sure if he pursues you, if you’ll be willing to even consider him - youre a goddess to his eyes, and all he is a coward. So, he’ll act like a king, just so that he can fool himself to believing he can have you. sigh, but he’s your pretty bitch. 
How you notice that he might be feeling a bit more for you is when you catch him saying things like, as if you were already his, like “youre mine” “this fucking cunt was made for me” “baby, look at how good you are for me, youre my perfect angel.” spewing out all these romantic and sweet phrases that you would never catch him saying when he wasn’t horny.
He will flips you over to your stomach, pin you down with the weight of his body, grabs both your hands and ruts into you - as he bites and sucks your sensitive ears (ngl...the sounds of his tongue squelching right against your ears does something to you). 
Using sex as a chance for him to believe that you’re his, he dies every time he hears your soft moans and cries, desperately calling out to him and begging for more. You can feel his hot breathe on your face, and it makes you unconsciously clench, which drives him over a bit - dangerously close to cumming.
He kisses you passionately, always craving to pleasure your body from head to toe, and it wasn’t until you realized that he would always kiss your forehead so tenderly, looking so lovingly into your eyes, before alerting you that he’ll be “going in”... is then that you realize... this fool might actually like you... back. 
Realizing that it was something you could tease him with and edging being your favorite thing to do to him.... you decide to wear the big girl pants and take initiative of this weird relationship, with the intent to make him your man bitch , so you decide to play a his little game.
As he thrusts into you… you look him in his eyes, while you seductively moan “you’re all m-mine. D-daddy, you’re all for me. C-cum all for me, cum all over this pussy, fuck.. i-it’s all yours” You swear you saw his brain short circuit, making him almost bust his nut... and being unable to control his unexpected rush need to release he starts to pound into you, with his blushed out face hiding in the crook of your neck, embarrassed that you found out his secret. It takes some time for him to calm down, a bit longer than usual… because he cum a lot... because... the thought of you overpowering him made his balls tickle a bit too much for his liking. 
He’ll get up from the crook of your neck and force you to look at him - but, this time his eyes are loving instead of the usual hard front he gave you. 
With one of his hands on your jaw, he squishes your cheeks together so that your lips could protrude out like a fish - he smirks at how cute you are and then proceeds to give you a kiss. A kiss unlike the ones you’ve shared before, a kiss that’s honest and defeated at your presence- because you’ve just beaten him at his own game, so he’ll be a fool to not give in now. 
+ Hanamaki, Futakuchi, Suna, Semi, Oikawa, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Konoha
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atsymu · 3 months ago
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;featuring. timeskip!miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarō, miya osamu + kita shinsuke.
warnings. 18+ minors dni. f. reader, nsfw links + twt pxrn.
note. maybe a tokyo rev one coming soon later this week also <3
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tsumu bouncing you on his cock after a hard practice, too impatient to wait until you’re home after seeing his pretty baby cheering for him in the stands.
lying on your back while tsumu fucks your mouth, just because he loves seeing the bulge in your throat while you take his fat cock.
him begging you to sit on his face just so he can lose himself in the taste of your pretty pussy.
tsumu eating you out when he sees how pretty you look to go out with friends, making sure you know he’s the one who owns your pussy.
kou has no problem finger fucking you in public when you’re always looking so pretty for him, if you’d let him he’d fuck you too.
bokuto loves seeing your pretty pussy filled with his seed, maybe that’s why he can never stop at one.
bokuto finally being able to bury himself in your cunt after hes been away for a game.
he always gets impatient when you get him worked up, promising to buy you another new tights as he babbles below you.
hajime fucking you to sleep after dealing with you grinding up against him all night “all you had to do was ask, doll.”
letting him wrap his fingers around your throat while his fat cock stretches your walls.
iwaizumi slapping your ass until you’ve learned your lesson, he doesn’t take too well to your bratiness, he’ll teach you how to behave.
iwaizumi fucking you nice and deep, pushing you into any position he wants.
omi relaxing with you in the bath, even though he can’t help but roll your sensitive clit when his hand finds its way between your thighs.
omi fucking you on the side of the road after you teased him so much, deciding it was safer to pull over and give you what you want.
feeling him tangle his fingers through your hair as he fucks you from behind.
omi bending you over his lap just so he can play with your pussy, learning what makes you scream.
even when he’s tired from practice he’ll still make sure to fuck you to sleep.
he loves teasing you, slapping your clit after he’s made you cum on his fingers - leaving featherlight touches along your skin just so he can watch you tremble.
giving your boyfriend a thigh job.
giving rin a pussy job, just because he loves the feeling of your slick coating his cock as he rubs against you.
you’re always so willing to help samu empty out his breeder balls, letting him fuck a load into your tight pussy.
after fucking you dumb, he pulls out to make a mess on your tight pussy - obsessed with how pretty you look covered in his seed.
samu sitting you on his face, letting you use his mouth for your own pleasure.
letting him bend you over the bed while he eats your pussy from behind.
letting kita breed your pussy while he tells you how pretty you’d look swollen with his seed.
cuddling up with him on the couch after a hard day only to end up filled with his fat cock.
creampies and breeder balls.
kita kissing your pussy so passionately, treating you with the most care while you’re laid out so pretty beneath him.
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dilf-uc · 3 months ago
genre | smut, fluff (18+)
pairings | atsumu miya x fem!reader, bokuto koutarou x fem!reader, matsukawa issei x fem!reader
word count | 3.8K
warnings | nsfw. minors dni. bokuto's has so so much fluff pls. arousal from wearing lipstick. unprotected sex. oral. throat fucking. degradation. dick kissing. public sex. cumming on face. face slapping with their dick. etc. DO NOT IGNORE WARNINGS.
author’s note | idk how tf i came up with this but tbh i just want my lipstick stains on atsumu’s cock so <3
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ATSUMU thinks you look hot as fuck no matter what you do. it’s insane just how quickly you’re able to turn him on with the smallest things that make you who you are. he loves all the stuff you happen to be passionate about. however— when you enjoy doing your makeup, he thinks you look the hottest.
something about watching you apply your red lipstick, swiping it back and forth as you smack your lips together, and admire yourself in the mirror seriously drives him insane. he loves a woman who can do both. with or without makeup, you’re hot as fuck. but he still finds himself licking his own lips thinking about your red and plump ones suffocating his in sloppy kisses; just finding that to be a more erotic thing you can pull off by doing the bare minimum.
he honestly doesn’t know what to call it, but every time he sees you wearing lipstick, licking excess lipgloss on your lips, tongue swirling around your lip, anything of that sort— he fucking loses it.
so on a day where he felt particularly giddy about seeing you wear that special lipstick, and comes home to see that you’re not wearing it, he decided to confront you about it.
“baby, why aren’t ya wearin’ that one red lipstick?” he asks curiously as you’re lounging on the couch.
“hm?” you look up from your phone across the couch, with a confused look on your face. “which one?”
“ya know... the one with the golden rose on the cap?” he clarifies, you made a noise of familiarity, knowing what he’s talking about.
“oh. i just didn’t feel like wearing any makeup today, ‘tsumu,” you ponder. “why do you ask?”
“ah... no particular reason,” he trails off, turning back to the tv. you gave him a weird look before shrugging it off. he probably saw you wear it a lot.
a few minutes pass by before he gets up abruptly from the couch and goes to your bedroom, going over to your vanity table where you keep all your makeup goodies and rummaging in your bag that carries the lipsticks— which, by the way, he was surprised he was able to actually find it through your large collection of products.
you were still immersed in whatever was on your phone before you felt hands rest on your shoulder from behind the couch, you look up and meet atsumu’s gaze, before turning to see the item he held in between his fingers and raising a brow.
the lipstick?
before you could say anything, atsumu strokes your hair softly with a daring grin and actually explains why he’s holding it.
“put it on for me, baby,” he states in a commanding tone, you raise a brow and he huffs. “please?”
you were confused at the sudden request but obliged nonetheless; slowly taking the product from his hand, removing the cap before applying it. atsumu watched as you swirled it around your lips with a dark look in his eyes. he felt himself getting hard at the sight, immediately replacing the image of lipstick with his cock dragging against your lips instead.
you didn’t even get a chance to fully apply it before atsumu harshly gripped your chin, tilting your head to look up at him and he smashed his lips against yours, in a hungry manner.
“mmph!” you made a noise of surprise when he moved his lips against yours rapidly, tongue gliding over your bottom lip and humming at the hint taste of cherry. you couldn’t help moaning against his mouth as he practically smothered his lips with yours, taking your breath away and the kiss itself was numbing because it’s not something atsumu has voiced loudly before.
it didn’t matter how you applied because either way he was clearly planning to make a mess of the lipstick on your mouth. when he pulled away to catch his breath, along with yours— he took a moment to drink in your parted lips with red smeared around it. you looked so fucked out and he hadn’t done anything.
remembering his problem at hand, he brought his thumb to rub some of the colors around your lips, barely doing anything but smearing it furthermore; grinning mischievously at the mess he caused.
“can ya put those messy lips to good use?” he chuckled as he pulled away, beginning to unbutton his pants, you were taken by surprise but didn’t mind one bit, because when he pulled out his hard cock; veiny and bulged at the little lipstick incident. you felt yourself lick your lips at the sight.
he leaned over as he dragged his cock across your lips from side to side, further smearing the red color on your mouth and on the tip of his cock; he dared even slap your cheeks with it; chuckling at your eagerness as you reach out to lick his cock. because he was about to ruin your face and smear it with his own cum swirled with the red color that would have been on your lips.
you were seriously taken back but you knew you were gonna enjoy this; so you wrapped your lips around his tip and pulled away to prepper kisses to it, causing a soft moan to slip from atsumu’s lips.
“just like that, baby,” atsumu threw his head back in bliss with a lazy victorious grin. “i wanna see yer kisses imprinted all over ma dick.”
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BOKUTO is your biggest hypeman! he’s just the biggest simp for you in general. he loves you so, so much and he’s actually your #1 supporter. he, like atsumu, thinks of you as a goddess to worship all day and every day. he finds you hot in almost everything you do. he just thinks you’re so beautiful in all the little things that make you who you are. you accomplish one thing (it could be the smallest thing like getting a productive task done) and he’s running around the house praising you for doing a great job on whatever you did. he’s just an absolute supportive king.
that being said… he’s still a pervert and always manages to sexualize the littlest concepts about you. you can’t blame him, okay? you just manage to make everything about you ooze sex. but he’s your pervert and you adore him just as much. even though due to the fact he’s a pervert, he ruins a lot of moments.
because bokuto is a pervert and your #1 fan, he’d either get hype or get horny. and now, he chose the latter. or both in a sense.
you went out shopping with your friend today so you could finally restock on some of your makeup essentials, and she happened to suggest a new popular matte lip cream that would look astonishing on you and match your skin complexion! she told you that it’s definitely a color that works well with your undertones and really makes your lips look plump and ‘kissable for bokuto-san’!
you narrowed your eyes at your friend’s remark but you actually couldn’t wait to ask bokuto’s opinion on the color. especially since it’s quite a bold color that you’ve never really worn before. you thought it looked good on you too and asking bokuto what he thinks makes you all giddy and warm in the end.
bokuto had just gotten back from practice and was laying down on the couch scrolling through his phone, probably waiting for you. when you came back, you greeted him with a sweet kiss to the top of his head and then ruffling his hair as he grins widely, telling him you’ll be right back to make dinner for you both.
when you went back in your room, you decided you should ask for his opinion now. so you opened the new lip color and applied it, mushing your lips together to spread it evenly and you smiled to yourself. she was right, this does look amazing on your skin.
when you went back in the living room, bokuto was still scrolling through his phone and laying lazingly on the couch. so, you approached him from behind and softly closed his eyes with your hands, him making a soft noise of surprise.
“baby?” bokuto mumbled confusingly when his vision when out suddenly and he looked up, hands still covering his eyes. “what’s up?”
“kou, i got a new lipstick and i want your opinion on it!” you stated and bokuto smiled excitedly and nodded.
“well, how am i supposed to see it if—?” bokuto’s vision was back when you removed your hands, but your face was still upside down to him. “hm, well… baby, i can’t really see so i think you’re gonna have to come closer.”
“huh—? KOU!” you leaned over, squealing in surprise when suddenly bokuto turned around in his spot and grabbed your waist, pulling you over the couch in a bone-crushing hug and then sliding you into his lap, where he really got an upclose look on the color.
bokuto’s own lips parted in awe once he really took in your facial features with the color; his cheeks tainted pink at how absolutely pretty you look. and he’s barely taken back in surprise because you always look amazing. but right now, all he really wants is to kiss you (much like your own friend mentioned) and feel the way your lips move against his; and he’s hoping maybe that the lipstick has a little flavor so he’d absolutely devour your mouth until there wasn’t a single tint of the lip color on you.
“so... what do you think?” you ask shyly because he hasn’t said anything in the past few minutes. did he not like it—?
that snapped bokuto out of his little starstruck trance.
“you’re so pretty, baby,” he smiled sloppily, hands grabbing at your waist tighter. “i love this color on you. please wear it again.”
“awh— thank you, kou! i think it’s a little bold for my taste but i never really wear colors like this—mmph!” you were cut off mid-sentence when bokuto suddenly pressed his lips against yours, softly at first, taking you by surprise but you kissed him back nonetheless.
you tried to pull away to breathe but he kept pulling you back in, and the kiss getting rather more heated in his arms. bokuto couldn’t help himself, truly— you just look so hot and this lip color is nothing new to make him feel like this. like he couldn’t help lapping up at your lips as if he was starved; tongue exploring your mouth and grinning when the creamy taste of strawberry filled his senses.
he also couldn’t help but grab at the flesh of your ass in his lap, gliding his hands up and down your waist; moving over to cup your breast as his lungs pound like a heart at the lack of air. he especially couldn’t help but grind up into your clothed core, softly moaning into your mouth that he’s in desperate need of friction.
“kou…?” you breathed out softly, as bokuto pulled away with a flushed expression, lips swollen and smeared with your lip color, you could definitely feel his hard-on beneath you, pressing against your clothed cunt but still making you wet.
“baby…” he mumbles, moving over to press wet kisses into your neck, lightly flustered, you sigh in bliss and run your fingers through his hair before he looks up and crashes his lips against yours once more.
except this one was rather more determined; he continued to grind hungrily into you and you couldn’t help but oblige. you knew what he wanted; and this was just so cute of him, like always.
but it was getting overwhelming for poor bokuto, the adrenaline pumping through his veins from your kiss, the lack of oxygen in his lungs, the delicious feeling of your cunt grinding against his clothed erection— it was too much. and he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but come undone, splurting his load of cum in his grey sweats, whining repeatedly when he ruts his hips faster as you let him ride out his high.
you pull away and bokuto’s completely embarrassed, whining and trembling from the rock-hard orgasm he just experienced, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, slow breaths tickling the skin.
“kou? you okay, baby?” you run your fingers through his hair, he looked up with dusted pink cheeks like your lip color and pouted.
“‘m sorry baby, couldn’t help it,” he kisses your neck softly. “you’re just so hot.”
you just giggled at how cute he is and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. but you’re completely flattered, not expecting your lipstick to have that big of an effect. it did more than just compliment your skin.
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MATSUKAWA not only loses his patience but also his self-control when it comes to you. especially when it comes to your troublesome attitude that he just constantly has to punish you for. when you don’t listen to him, when you don’t obey him; he cannot control himself. and oftentimes you’re not sure if it’s a good or a bad thing.
well, it’s not like you’re not fond of his punishments; that’s why they keep happening. you just don’t know when to stop. you just keep edging him until he snaps.
of course, this was something established pretty early in the sexual stages of your relationship. you learned that issei is very much a man that gets aroused by the most oddly specific things, lover of many kinks and that he explores whatever you’d like in the bedroom. especially the fact he’s highly into rough punishments, voyeurism; too much to dive into but it had you on your knees every single time because sex with him was so thrilling and rewarding.
it’s no surprise you’re one hell of a brat, constantly pressing his buttons, getting on his nerves, and seducing him at inappropriate times; all the ordeal that lands you in a position like this.
he still fucking loves you for it, though. one of the many reasons why you’re to marry this man; every day with him is an adventure full of surprises and that’s something you both longed for until you found each other. a life so stimulating and full of unexplored territories. it’s so fun.
tonight, you both had plans to go to a restaurant and meet up with his seijoh friends, getting good food and maybe some drinks… nothing too crazy, right?
well, it wasn’t at first. while issei waited for you to get ready so you could head out, he wasn’t expecting you to come out dressed like you’re planning to seduce all his friends and not just him alone.
especially when he saw the forbidden lipstick he’d emphasized on multiple times. the way he’s always going feral over whenever you wear it. he’d specifically asked you not to wear it and here you are, wearing it at the worst possible timing.
and the mischievous ‘innocent’ grin on your face says it all. you’re wearing it on purpose.
“the fuck are you wearing?” he asked with an unamused expression, you just faked a gasp.
“why? do i look bad?” you fluttered your lash innocently and were enjoying the scowl on his face.
“sweetheart,” he started, walking closer to you and resting his hand on your waist. “i thought we discussed the consequences of wearing that lipstick.”
“what consequences? it’s just makeup, issei,” you tilted your head with a smile and resisted the urge to laugh when his jaw clenched.
“you know damn well what the consequences are, baby,” his voice getting deeper and making this more thrilling. “and you don’t want them to happen tonight and have me embarrass you in front of my friends, do you?”
“and what if i do?” you grin. “speaking of your friends, we don’t wanna keep them waiting at dinner, do you?”
matsukuawa’s jaw clenched and you simply giggled and opened the door of your house to leave, stopping at the doorstep.
“besides, i haven’t seen tooru since he went off to argentina, i wonder how pretty he looks now.”
now you just crossed the line.
the car ride to the restaurant was deafening; you didn’t say a word to one another and you chose to ignore how pissy he looks so you reached a hand over to rub his thigh, causing him to tense up.
“you don’t want to play this game, sweetheart,” he started, turning to you with seriousness.
you just giggled and turned back to stare out the window. and when you both finally arrived at the restaurant, his friends were already there and you found yet another opportunity to rile him up.
hanamaki, who you often see (as he’s issei’s closest friend), came up and hugged you like always. and then along with iwaizumi, who you’ve also been seeing frequently since he got back to japan from america; hugged you but respectfully as well.
and speaking of the devil’s name, the man of the hour appears behind them— looking completely different than you had seen him before.
oikawa was definitely hot and pretty. at your time in aoba johsai, managing their team, you got along quite well with him and you ended up finding out he had feelings for you. obviously, you felt nothing towards him because a certain middle blocker numbered 2 caught your heart way before.
and oikawa was sweet, he was what they like to call ‘eye-candy’ but he was rather boring; he was far from your type. sure, dating a pro volleyball player who travels the world sounds fun, but where’s the flavor of doing wrong things? of having a private life not exposed to the media. where’s the taste in having things stored for just two people and not the whole world or fangirls to know of?
that’s because issei promised you a life full of fun and thrilling adventures and that’s all you wanted. one that will take place tonight, in fact.
“y/n-chan!” oikawa exclaimed, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “you look amazing! what have you been up to since i left? i haven’t even been gone that long!”
“you got hot yourself too, tooru,” you chuckled. “and we haven’t been up to too much, just the usual.”
“oh, please, y/n-chan you’re makin’ me blush!” he giggled, immediately stopping once he sees the intimidating aura coming from matsukawa in the corner.
you turn to look at issei and you’re positive he popped a vein in his forehead from that little interaction. oikawa simply chuckles and goes over to hug matsukawa, saying he’s happy to pay for dinner since he’s been gone for a while.
only a couple of minutes into dinner does issei really snap because you’re shamelessly being flirty with his friends and he couldn’t stand it. so, abruptly he stood up and excused himself to the bathroom. and, obviously, you immediately knew what was wrong as you’re the obvious cause to why he just got up and left like that. you knew the consequences, and your shamelessness to face them was even more lewd.
which brings you to now— where currently, you were attempting to balance yourself so that your knees don’t hit the dirty tiles of the public restroom; bouncing on the balls of your feet as matsukawa harshly fucks your throat; loud sucking and gulping noises that slurp on his cock filling the air.
“you just had to dress up like a hooker, tonight, huh?” issei chuckled as he fisted your hair in his hands. “you wanted to be fucked like one too? you could’ve given me a heads up, baby. you know i don’t like surprises.”
he pulled you off his cock momentarily to breathe.
“hah— ‘m sorry. couldn’t help it, issei, you’re so hot when you’re mad—mmph!” you’re cut off as he thrusts back into your mouth.
“are you really sorry though, my little slut?” issei tilted his head with a curious gaze. “if you were sorry, you wouldn’t have worn that lipstick i’ve clearly told you not to. especially not in public.”
you’re a lewd and whining mess in his hands, your legs shaking from bending too long, your cum and spit rolling down your chin— it’s a hot fucking sight for issei. you’re honestly moaning into his cock and dripping onto the floor, but it’s worth it.
“was it worth it seeing me get hard at dinner in front of my friends?” he gripped your wet chin. “was it worth seeing me not control myself?”
you pulled away to mumble a ‘yeah’ with a throaty chuckle before you’re pulled back once more to swallow him whole.
“you that hungry to get a taste of my—fuck—cock, slut?” issei groaned as he picked up the pace, getting closer. “that you had to embarass me, ‘s that it?”
you simply moan against his dick, tears rolling down your cheek as you smile slightly. this was what you wanted.
“but for what it’s worth…” he’d tilt his head and chuckle, breathlessly moaning as he nears his orgasm. “this real pretty sight of your lipstick smeared all over my dick is what i wanna see forever, sweetheart.”
your heart swells at his lewd words; these things are worth getting in a little trouble over. even when his friends will definitely question you when you get back.
but it’s worth it.
“you drive me wild, baby— fuck, i think ‘m gonna cum!” his breaths rapidly increase, fisting your hair harder. “since all you’re such a cockhungry slut, you better fuckin’ swallow every last drop i’m gonna give you. after all, you asked for this.”
the squelching noises emitting from your throat as issei fucks it harshly, sliding in and out of you at a merciless pace, barely giving you room to breathe but driving you so breathless at the same time is intoxicating. the tears streaming down your cheeks are enough to rock him to his intense orgasm, with one final thrust that goes all the way to the back of your throat. your nose nudged his pelvic bone as your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the thick splurts of cum coating it.
issei stroked your cheek as he pulled out and watched you swallow all of his cum, even licking up the drops that slipped down your chin. he dared even slap your face with his cock, as his way of saying ‘that’s all you’re good for, slut.’
“good girl,” issei smiled as he bent down with your level and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and pulled you into a sweet embrace, holding you up so that your legs aren’t strained from bending down the entire time. even after going so rough, he’s always so gentle and caring towards how you end up feeling. he loves you madly, but perhaps it’s not too wise to rile him up every now and then.
but again, it was worth it.
“now clean yourself up and get back,” issei chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “and i better see that color off.”
noted. thank the gods for the spare lipgloss you brought with you.
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titsuya · 2 months ago
Do you have any visuals for f!ngering? You are the best <33
no, but i found some just 4 you <3 MWAH UR the best. u guys ask for p#rn, I DELIVER.
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yes god… yes. GRAB HEADPHONES !!!!!
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w/ all my hq boyfies
warning: twt p*rn. minors dni. 18+
a/n: bye i love these asks bc they’re so fun <3
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- OIKAWA TOORU menace to society loves making his pretty girl gush and gush all over his fingers tw squirting
- tooru loves clit slaps sobsobsob
- AKAASHI KEIJI sweetest babie to live is so obsessed with making you cum on his fingers and mouth
- nd he’s obsessed w/ ripping up your stockings <333
- MIYA ATSUMU also loves making you squirt, but he likes when his teammates play with his toy tw squirting
- mean?dom tsumie making you call yourself a dirty little slut
- SAKUSA KIYOOMI teasing your sweet cunt because he likes the way you cry
- HE IS SO MEAN ! but its so good, his fingers, his mouth, his cock <3
- KUROO TETSURO fingering his housewife under the table before he leaves for work <3 tw squirting god fuck <333333
- nd then coming back from work to play with your pussy some more, he <3’s edging you
- BOKUTO KOUTAROU kissing you while fingering you, mwah
- so good with his fingers, such a good boyfie
- MIYA OSAMU <3’s finger fucking both holes while eating you out
- slow and steady… with his thumb in your mouth <3
- SUNA RINTARŌ… just… daddy *dreamy sigh*
- ring adorned fingers in your mouth
- dilf IWAIZUMI HAJIME, thats all 😁
- he has such a needy baby, couldn’t you wait till you got home?
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