New Experiences (Ushijima Wakatoshi)
WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, bondage (handcuffs)
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Ushijima’s being pretty restless tonight, and a little more handsy than usual. He keeps caressing your arms, your thighs, your face… and you’d be lying if you said it isn’t starting to get to you. You can’t even concentrate on the movie you two are supposed to be watching, and it proves to be especially difficult when he starts running his fingers over the skin on your side, slipping them under your shirt. When one of his fingers slips under the band of your shorts, you turn your head to look at him, only to find his eyes already on you.
“What are you doing?” you whisper, noticing his gaze dropping to your lips.
“Nothing,” he replies, being a guy of few words, like his normal self.
“Really? You look like you’ve got something on your mind,” you practically purr, sliding your hand up his leg. Ushijima’s eyes darken with the action and he sucks in a sharp breath when your fingers graze his crotch lightly. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“I’ve always been more of a ‘showing’ type of guy.” He takes your chin between his fingers and pulls you in for a kiss, which starts slow. As it starts to speed up, both your breaths become heavy. “I’ve got more than a few ideas. I bought something to use tonight… and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day.”
Ushijima leaves all decency behind, running his hand up your leg, slipping it under the band of your shorts and pressing his fingers against your clothed cunt.
“Oh?” You ask, although it ends up sounding more like a moan.
Not wanting to fall behind, you cup him in your hand and squeeze, getting a low groan out of him as he kisses his way down your neck. Ushijima pulls his shirt over his head, yours following suit. You help him out of his jeans, and he unclasps your bra with experienced fingers, his mouth sucking on the soft skin of your breasts. You arch your back with a gasp and bury your fingers in his hair to push him down against you.
He stops suddenly, taking both of your hands in one of his and pushing them up over your head against the bed.
“Uh-uh,” he murmurs, placing a tantalizing kiss on your chest. “There will be no touching from you tonight.”
“What…?” you ask, breathing heavily.
Ushijima leans back and turns to get something out of his backpack. You bite your lip when you see a pair of cushioned handcuffs in his hands, your mind running wild with the possibilities.
“Are you okay with me doing this?” He asks, gesturing at the object.
At a loss for words, all you’re able to do is nod in agreement, offering him your hands. Without breaking eye contact, Ushijima snaps the handcuffs shut firmly around your wrists, using the headboard to keep your them in place. His eyes are still on yours when he lowers his head to kiss your chest again, and your stomach, and your hips. He pulls your shorts down, kissing the skin as it is revealed. And his eyes never leave yours.
You squeeze your legs together when his hot breath blows over you, still covered by your panties. Ushijima parts them open, positioning himself between them. He puts one finger out, running it up and down between your folds in a torturous way. Then, he hooks it in your underwear to pull it aside, lowers his head even more and flicks his tongue against you.
The cuffs clank against the headboard when you arch your back once more, moaning loudly. You’re desperate to touch him, to pull him up and to kiss him, but you also can’t deny being unable to touch him, that he has complete control of the situation is hot as fuck.
You gasp and squirm underneath him, biting on your lip harshly to stop yourself from being too loud as he works you with his tongue. You hold onto the headboard, desperate to have something between your fingers.
“Toshi,” you moan, toes curling with pleasure.
He finally removes your underwear fully, leaving you exposed beneath him. Ushijima admires you for a moment, in which he discards his own underwear. Kneeling between your legs as he looks down at you, you lock eyes once more. He wraps his left hand around his cock, pumping slowly. After a couple more pumps, he tightens his grip, throwing his head back in pleasure with a moan of his own.
You whine, struggling against the handcuffs. You want to be the one to please him, to be the one pumping him and tasting him. You want to be the reason he lets out those sounds, even though, in a way, you are.
Ushijima grabs your leg with his free hand, digging his fingers in the skin of your thigh. His fingers travel upward, sliding up and down your entrance in slow strokes. You whimper his name, begging him for more. That seems to incite him; his pumps become faster and even tighter, his moans louder, and his eyes darker. Without any warning, he inserts two fingers inside you, pumping in and out to match his own pleasure. He moans out your name, gasping and letting out soft curses under his breath.
His skin glimmers with sweat under the dim light. He looks fucking majestic.
He increases your pleasure by rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit. When the pleasure becomes too much, and yet not enough, he takes his fingers out and licks them clean, all while looking you in the eye. Ushijima loves how aroused that always seems to make you, and how flustered you’d get under his gaze.
He leans down to kiss you harshly, pulling on your hair with his right hand. With his left, he takes himself and rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit, moaning at the friction. He groans in your mouth when you buck your hips against him, heightening the feeling.
“Are you sure?” Ushijima asks, something he always does before things go the farthest, even if they have already gone too far for you to want anything else but him.
“Yeah,” you breathe out, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.
Ushijima frees it from your teeth with his thumb, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He licks your bottom lip, requesting access that you gladly grant him. Ushijima caresses your tongue with his, sighing mid-kiss. He breaks it to start making his way down.
“Don’t bite it,” he murmurs against the skin of your neck. “I want to hear you screaming my name.”
And with that, he goes in. You cry out in pleasure at the same time he lets out a loud groan, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. He nips on your neck as he combines fast thrusts with slow ones, making the experience that much more pleasurable. You keep forgetting you’re restrained, at which you would try to lower your hands only for the cuffs to clank loudly against the headboard.
He says your name in soft moans in your ear, taking your right leg and pushing it up to go even deeper. You cry out his name once again, moaning and gasping loudly every time your hips meet. Ushijima supports his weight with his right arm so he won’t crush you, picking up the pace. He moans your name over and over again, panting with each thrust.
You lift your hips to meet his, matching his movements with ease.
“Fuck,” he curses in a low voice, his lips brushing against yours. “You feel so good…”
“Toshi…” you moan. “Please… I want to kiss you…” you whine.
You gasp at an even deeper thrust, and he presses his lips against yours, biting on your bottom lip and slipping his tongue in. He tugs on your hair roughly, taking a bunch of it in his fist to pull on it constantly. Ushijima moans in the kiss, burying his face in the crook of your neck to avoid being too loud.
Wanting to have a wider view, he switches to a kneeling position, placing your leg on his shoulder while he moves closer to you, bucking his hips against yours once more. Ushijima groans at the sight, his hand holding your leg in place for a while. He grabs your left leg with his right hand and wraps it around his hip. Then, he slides his hand down to squeeze your ass, and then moves it to rub your clit with the pads of his fingers.
He speeds up even more when he sees the look in your eyes, knowing you’re about to go over the edge.
“I’m close,” he moans.
Ushijima places both hands on your hips, pushing down on them to hold you still as he makes sure to hit your sweet spot repeatedly. You throw your head back with a final cry, releasing your orgasm while he continues his thrusts until he reaches the oh-so-sweet high himself, letting out a guttural groan, his body tensing up as he comes undone, hot, thick spurts of his cum filling you up.
Exhausted, he collapses on top of you, his breath coming out short and ragged, just as yours. After catching his breath, Ushijima grabs the key and removes the handcuffs, resting his head on your chest with a heavy, pleased sigh.
You instantly let your fingers run through his hair, massaging his scalp the way you know relaxes him. He sighs happily, wrapping his strong arms around you and hiding his face in the crook of your neck once more.
You let your hands slide down his back, caressing the sweaty skin with light fingers. He chuckles softly.
“Sorry,” you giggled tiredly.
He perks himself up on his elbows, looking down at you. With a smile on his lips, he leans down to peck you on the lips, and then gives you a longer kiss, which you gladly accept.
“We should… do this… more often,” he says in-between kisses.
“Mhm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “But next time…” you murmur, your lips brushing lightly against his as you pull back and gaze into his eyes. “It’s your turn to be handcuffed.”
Ushijima swallows hard, running his fingers down your side. Then, his gaze drops to your lips, and he runs his thumb along them.
“We don’t have to wait too long. Just give me two minutes.”
— 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒 (𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞)
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an : this is a follow up for my fic called ‘sour grapes’. @multi-fandom-fanfic’s reblog of my post made me want to write this. it’s recommended that you read the actual fic before jumping into this short piece to understand the context of what you’re about to read.
ps. atsumu is still an asshole. that doesn’t change even in the epilogue.
“so you dumped her a week before your wedding?” nakamura riko raises her brow, almost vexing at her husband following the bombshell her brother in law dropped on her.
“mhm.” atsumu mumbles, reading the instructions printed on the pamphlet, trying to put together the parts of the newly purchased crib.
he never thought he’d have to face the music for something he did six years ago on a random friday night out of nowhere. atsumu miya spent his twenties under the impression that all his actions came with no long term consequences. when he broke up with you seven days before your wedding without any prior warning, he never thought he’d eventually have to come to terms with the cruelty of his actions. he genuinely thought ending things with you clasped the strings that connected your lives together and that would be it for the two of you.
it’s not like he’s suffering per se, but let’s just that say a drunk osamu might’ve talked too much in front of riko, who had no sliver of idea about atsumu’s notorious past. on learning about her husband’s history, she couldn’t keep the curiosity to herself. but more than anything, riko could only think about how it could’ve been her instead of you, and how it could still be her if atsumu, who usually never wavers, gets struck by some sort of icky musing that would lead him to divorce her.
the thought of being left stranded by her husband terrifies her to the bone. she trusts him, of course. she married him after all, but she wonders if she would’ve called it off with him if she knew what he did to you prior to their union. she wouldn’t have risked spending her life with someone as fickle hearted as her husband, but he made sure to show her all the good parts about him, hiding the bad things he was part of.
“so whatever osamu said earlier wasn’t a big, fat, joke?” she asks, curious to confirm osamu’s claims from the man of the hour himself. if he agrees to it, riko thinks her feelings regarding atsumu won’t change, but she’ll still be disgusted at the fact that her husband could do something like that. that disgust will surely last all throughout her life, and she hopes it’ll never be big enough for her to doubt her marriage.
god, atsumu feels ashamed. he doesn’t have the least bit of idea how to explain the circumstances to his wife. really, there’s nothing to explain in the first place. atsumu isn’t the kind to drag himself down. he rarely ever talks shit about himself, but for once he recognises the fact that he was an asshole to you six years ago. the only problem is, he didn’t have a reason to do what he did except that he no longer felt the spark between the two of you.
the same spark that was extinguished when it came to the flame of your love found it’s shot at reignition when he met riko a few months after he dumped you. calling off your wedding over lost feelings felt like a good enough reason back then, but now when his wife is the one questioning his actions from six years ago, he feels he might’ve messed up big time.
nakamuro riko worked under tetsurou kuroo and atsumu miya had the pleasure of running face first into her while he was rushing to the loo. it wasn’t exactly an ideal first meeting. heck, if he could, he would turn back time and meet her in a way more charismatic than whatever that was. she wasn’t pleased. atsumu had displaced all the documents she spent hours organising to submit them to her supervisor who never tolerated any delay for whatever reason. as long as her first impression goes, she once said she felt like kicking atsumu right where it hurts when he asked her about it. as for him, he just found her pretty cute.
atsumu asked her out a week later when he went ahead and made the effort to buy her a compensatory gift. it was a cake and a bouquet of flowers. that didn’t go as planned either when he learnt that she was allergic to lillies and didn’t prefer having anything with a sweet taste to it. she still allowed him to take her out because he cracked a few jokes and there really wasn’t a better way to her heart than his terrible sense of humour.
“no, it wasn’t a joke. i did dump her right before our wedding.” he accepts, putting aside the instruction pamphlet and resumes his attempt at assembling the parts of the crib scattered around the floor of the nursery.
for a moment riko wonders if she’s in the middle of a fever dream. she knew atsumu was an asshole, an asshole she married or whatever, but this was a new high even for him. she knew he had a history of dating several women before he decided to tie the knot with her an year and a half ago. what she didn’t know was that he treated those women like utter trash. she wonders what made him hold on to her or if this is just a second round of make pretend for him.
“and tell me you had a good enough reason.” she looks at him, wide eyed and perplexed with a look of utter disgust sinking into her face, waiting on him to explain himself.
“i did.” is what she receives from him and that’s a enough indication that he did not have a good enough reason or anything remotely close to it at all.
“you didn’t.” she crosses her arms, shuffling her way closer to him through the mess that their toddler’s nursery has become over the past few days following their decision to renovate it.
“trust me on this, riko, i did.” he sighs, looking up to her. she stands staring him down, still looking at him with the same disgust from a moment ago. she doesn’t trust his words at all.
there’s nothing to trust about his words in the first place because she can see the way he’s struggling to maintain eye contact, diverting his attention around the place.
“i call bullshit, atsumu miya.” she calls out, slumping right beside him on the ground, snatching the instructions manual off his hands to read it herself.
she has no idea how complicated assembling a crib can possibly be, but he’s been at it for an hour now and things aren’t working out well. when they had their kid two years ago, osamu pitched in to design the nursery, so neither atsumu, nor riko had to invest their time into doing anything about it.
“maybe you married me only because you got me pregnant.” she sneers at him, pouting her lips at the possibility. she hates to admit it. they made a mistake because they were careless enough to not use any protection, and when she found out she was expecting, atsumu had to take on half the responsibility of having a kid.
he asked for her hand in marriage when she was seven months along, plump as a peach and worried about what the future had for them. if she was being utterly honest with herself and those around her, she expected atsumu to take the easy way out and dump her the moment she told him the big news.
but atsumu somehow did not tremble at the thought of having a kid with her and decided to go ahead with it. so maybe he does love her enough to have made that sacrifice and commitment. then again this is atsumu she’s talking about. maybe he just wanted to guard his goddamn golden reputation.
“what are you even talking about, mad woman?” he revolts, taken aback by his wife’s assumption about him. he expected her to question him all night after learning about his history with you, but doubting their whole marriage wasn’t something he expected from riko at all. so when he heard her assume what she had to, he could feel his chest beginning to hurt.
“i married you because i love you, not because i got you pregnant or anything.” he claims, defending himself, swatting the dust off a piece of wood vigorously and she notices the exasperation in his movements. he stills avoids eye contact, busying himself with the crib.
“you’re annoyed, which means i’m correct.” riko points out knowing all too well how atsumu gets when someone points to his mistakes and he’s actually the one at fault. atsumu shifts in position, reclaiming the instruction manual his wife had taken away from him.
“you’re not correct, for fucks sake.” he yells, tossing aside one of the parts of the crib, piecing it to shambles once it hits the wall. riko crawls to collect the dismantled piece, eyeing her husband with a look of irritation on her face.
“i loved you, so i married you.” he asserts, crawling closer to her to sit on his knees, gripping her shoulders to shake some sense into her.
atsumu miya is an asshole, but even he has his limits when it comes to that. unlike with you or the women he dated before you, he never fell out of love with nakamura riko. he wouldn’t call that character development and no, nothing about her was much different than anyone he had dated before, but he muses he just stuck to her because they were so compatible. he couldn’t stick to you because of the differences that set you apart. but putting aside the differences and conflicts, he only broke up with you because he fell out of love. no matter how many times he looks back on it, he can’t come up with more than a single reason he decided to call off your wedding. there was just one reason. he didn’t love you anymore.
atsumu miya fell in love with nakamura riko during his late twenties with retirement approaching him once he hit his thirties. the time slot was perfect and worked out for both of them. he was thirty one when he had a kid, fresh out of retirement with a lot of time to spend with his family. he was thirty three when he married her while working a part time job at his brother’s onigiri shop that spares him more than enough time to be around his family. she just happened to be the right person at the right time. you might’ve been the right person but your destinies intwined around the wrong time.
“are you sure? i don’t think so.” riko swats his hands off her shoulder, getting off the floor to storm out of the room. she has no reason to be pissed, he thinks. she wasn’t even wronged in the first place.
“really, riko?” atsumu shrieks for her to hear in the room she’s rushed off to, rubbing his forehead in annoyance at his wife’s take on the entire situation.
he regrets inviting his brother over for dinner. as far as the conversation went, osamu started off by talking about his miserable love life. riko had some advice to offer while atsumu only hummed from time to time to show his interest. he then talked about business and his thoughts about settling down and starting a family at thirty four. what atsumu wasn’t prepared for tonight, was osamu bringing up your past relationship. in his defence, he was merry on a bottle of strong kind of saké. he opened his mouth, spilled the beans to atsumu’s wife and left when he realised it was already half past ten.
after he left riko couldn’t shut up about it. atsumu thought pressing her to resume working on the nursery would dissipate her doubts regarding the situation, but he was so wrong when she continued to implore even after they started working on things. at least their daughter isn’t around tonight so she gets spared from the trauma of watching her parents bicker over stale news.
“i’m leaving.” she declares, walking back into the hallway with a duffel bag stuffed with her necessities and clothes.
“over this?!” atsumu rushes to the hallway, eyes stretched out at the sight of his wife all dolled up to leave his company. he leans against the wall in an attempt to calm himself down. he can’t believe this is happening. this is ridiculous. fuck osamu and his gutter mouth.
“yes, over this.” she snarls, taking a few steps towards the door when he interrupts her motion once again, rushing right in front of her face.
“riko, we can talk it out.” atsumu falls to his knees, gripping her feet. riko, startled at his hold on her feet, falls to the ground in front of him, landing on her butt.
“there’s nothing to talk about.” she states, shifting backwards, liberating herself from his hold. she leans against the wall, pressing her fingers to her forehead in agitation.
“that could’ve been me and haru.” riko claims, shocking atsumu furthermore with the mention of his daughter’s name.
he would never abandon riko and haru. that much he knows. he loves them. heck, they’re his entire world. not once has he had any thoughts about starting over in his life without them. he wants to be around his wife and his daughter for as long as the universe allows him to. he wants to watch miya haru grow up. he wants to drive her to school every day of her life. he wants to go to the events at her school. he wants to click pictures of her in the graduation gown. he wants to watch her meet the love of her life. he wants to walk her down the aisle when the time is right. he wants to do so much with his little family, he thinks he’ll run out of days to fit in all those aspirations.
“riko, i would never.” atsumu speaks, voice shaky, hands thrown into tremors. tears start welling up at the corner of his eyes. his wife looks up after taking heed of the discontinuity in his voice. her face scrunches up looking at atsumu in a state of shambles.
“did you at least apologise to her?” riko asks, sighing. she experiences guilt in this moment. she didn’t mean to be rude to atsumu, but the possibility of atsumu being a jerk to his wife and his daughter lingers around her mind even now, even after he claimed he would never do that to them.
she’s right in having her own doubts about her husband. she doesn’t love him less just because she questions his sense of morality now. but after hearing about his conduct with women in the past, she’s a little unsure and insecure about her husband’s take on life in general. she doesn’t believe in letting him off the hook without consequences like you let him six years ago.
“no, i didn’t.” atsumu confesses, drawing his knees closer to rest his head on them. he sniffles, wetting his trousers with tear drops. riko draws in closer, pulling him into her embrace, patting his back to comfort him.
“you should.” she states. she’s of the school of thought that atsumu should in fact, right in this moment, drive his car to your place and provide you the closure you deserved years ago.
it might be too late now, she knows. you’ve moved on already. she knows this much because she attended your wedding three years ago. she knows you’re happy and content with your own life because you have a family with sakusa kiyoomi now. she knows your thoughts don’t flood with memories of your past relationship anymore because she’s seen you around sakusa kiyoomi and your face glows around him. the smile never fades off your face. around kiyoomi, riko knows you’re at your highest.
your son is around haru’s age. he’s a curious little fellow. he comes over from time to time to play with her daughter. for a two year old, sakusa shota is very smart and gets complimented often for that. he’s like his father to some extent. he hates to be around the crowd. he likes when things are neat. messy stuff makes him sob. quite literally. unlike sakusa, he’s a picky eater. he hates broccolis, cabbage, carrots and potatoes. although he hasn’t eaten any of these in their solid form, he rejects the food when they’re a part of the paste. that way, he’s very observant, and he’s just two.
riko knows you’re happy in your own little ways. she can see it. she can also see that you don’t need atsumu’s apology that’s long overdue now. but she still wants her husband to take accountability for his actions. she knows it doesn’t matter to you anymore and you’ll probably not say much to him anyways, but she thinks you deserve this because she concurs you suffered a lot when he ditched you like an old newsletter he wanted nothing to do with anymore. and because a part of her feels like it could’ve been her instead of you, she won’t stop until atsumu owns up to his mistakes and apologises for those.
atsumu miya drives to your place somewhere around next week. although riko compelled him to take a trip to your place the night they had a fight over it, he still drags it out for a week until she propounds the possibility of another fight and he agrees to finally face the music. neither you, nor sakusa expect to see him at your front door on a saturday night with home cooked tempura in one hand and his daughter, haru in other. his wife doesn’t accompany him. she decides to stay back. she prefers spending her evening putting together her daughter’s nursery. you allow atsumu inside your apartment, permitting haru to enter shota’s bedroom to play with him, while you take your respective seats in the living room.
atsumu begins by explaining the circumstances that led him to visit you without any prior indications. sakusa scoffs at how it took him six years to finally do it and it isn’t even his own choice to be here. he only decided to do this because riko insisted. at least he’s being honest about it, you think. you hold your husband back from making any more offhanded remarks and press him to look over the kids in the other room. sakusa exits the premise, stumped at your decision to drive him off the scene.
you and atsumu talk it out over the span of next few minutes. he doesn’t have much to say to you. he explains how he fell out of love with you, how the time around which he met you was not feasible for either of you (it was very much feasible for you. it was atsumu who found it impractical, not you), how he loved riko when he was approaching retirement, so on. you nod in agreement, although deep down you know things could’ve worked out if he wasn’t so sure about leaving you behind. you weren’t kids without an understanding of the world. you were adults in your mid twenties. if he wanted to, you could’ve waited another year before marrying him. but he chose to take the easy way out, called off the wedding and walked out of your life.
you tell him it’s okay, what he did doesn’t bother you anymore. you’re honest when you tell him you wasted a lot of time grieving whatever you had. but now, six years later, you have nothing against him. even after he dumped you in the cruelest way possible, you never really held a grudge. you didn’t have it in yourself to hate the man you loved. you even got to see the true design of his family’s shiromuku when he married riko. you tell him you let him go long ago, and you never expected closure from him. you knew he was too much of a jerk for that. for a moment, he nods in assent when you call him a jerk, because even he acknowledges the fact.
atsumu laughs when he realises you called him a jerk just to mess with him without actually meaning it. sakusa overhears the conversation between the two of from the adjacent room. he, who was of the opinion that atsumu did the right thing letting you go the moment he realised he couldn’t commit himself, doesn’t understand how he fell out of love in the first place. he muses, people are different as much as they’re the same.
six years ago, sakusa thought he knew a whole lot about love. so much so, that he was convinced what atsumu did to you was right to some extent, but when he started loving you without atsumu’s memories lingering around the darkness in your life, his understanding of love deepened and changed over time. what he thought he knew about it wasn’t right to begin with. you don’t just fall in love and then fall out of it. because he fell in love too, but he can never fall out of it. loving you made him realise atsumu was just a jerk, and back then he didn’t have any criticism to offer, but now he did. you won’t prefer it though, so he’ll keep it to himself.
sakusa doesn’t implore except listening to what you and atsumu talk about. atsumu leaves, dropping off the food for you to share with your family. sakusa asks you if atsumu was able to provide you with any sort of closure. you tell him you never needed any to begin with. sure, you were heartbroken and needed answers, but over time you learnt that you could live without them. you didn’t need atsumu’s closure or his pity to move on with your life. you had sakusa to help you take one step at a time.
you tell him you’re glad atsumu tried explaining his reasons even if it took him six years to get there. it wasn’t the best explanation one could offer, but at least riko’s words impacted him enough to look for the courage to do this for you. sakusa agrees with the fact that atsumu’s explanation was a hoard of bullshit, and that he’s still as much of an asshole as he was back then. some things about him might’ve changed over time, but that doesn’t excuse what he did to you. he might’ve become a better person after having a kid and marrying the love of his life, but six years ago he was a jerk to you and nothing can change that.
you don’t know how atsumu managed to do it in the first place. he fell in love with you, then fell out of love, then fell in love for a second time with nakamura riko, somehow managed to get her to have his kid and ended up marrying her. only atsumu knew what really went on inside his head through this series of events. you were only a bystander who just so happened to be a part of his grand plan.
you wonder how long it will take before atsumu miya declares that he’s no longer in love with nakamura riko. old habits die hard, they say.
head empty, only domestic Sunarin being a menace in love.
like it’s a little rainy out, and the day drips by so slow that there’s no real need to plan anything; you’re still in your pj’s and he’s rocking an EarthBound shirt that you gave him like, four years ago.
it’s warm in the room and the tv news lady couldn’t be talking any slower, and it’s just silent between you two, there’s no need to impress each other- that’s especially apparent when he gets up, stretches and mumbles a quiet, “gotta poop,” before shuffling to the bathroom- and it’s just. Nice. There’s no where to be, no where to go, and it’s one of the few chances you have seeing Rintaro out of his “cool guy” facade he smacks on for his teammates, and becomes the adult child you fell in love with all those years ago.
“Psssst… babe,” he says, eyes flicking up to look at you from over his phone. When you say nothing, focused on reading, he slowly sticks his tongue out in concentration before poking you once, twice, three times with his socked toes, all the while mumbling little “babe” “baby?”
“What Rintaro, what could you possibly want so bad that you need to poke me with your nasty ass dogs?” You ask, grabbing his foot before he could poke you again. Your head turns to send him a scolding look, but it turns into one of amusement when you see him, looking back at you with doe-like eyes that blink innocently. “Really?”
“Can you get me some Doritos?” He mumbles, pleading, and you can’t believe you actually live with this man-baby. You roll your eyes and play with the sock on his foot, “why didn’t you grab any when you got up to take a dump the last four times you went.”
“I didn’t want them then!”
“Okay, then why do I have to get them now?”
“Because you love me,” he coos, sharp features curled into a stupid, loving smile.
You offer him a groan. “I do, and I cannot stand you milking that for your own gain,” you say exhaustedly. Then, you sigh and cast him a dramatic look, “what’s the magic word?”
Your brows furrow as you stare at each other, his face completely collected while you’re trying your damnedest not to laugh. “Rin,” you sigh, throwing back his foot back to him and standing up. “You’re going to come home one day and find your stuff on the sidewalk, I swear to God.”
“Thank you, schnookums!” He sings, knowing he won as he curls back up under his blanket.
“EW!” You yell from the kitchen. “Don’t you ever, again!”
And sure, he’ll pout when you whip the bag of Doritos at his head with all your might, but inevitably will smile as wide as he can when you start to cackle at your own stupid antics. And later on, when movie reruns will start to play on whatever channel you’re having on for noise, he flip over to have his head rest in your lap to sleep with your fingers tangled in his hair.
“I love you,” he murmurs, his lips pursed out against the softness of your belly. You lean down to kiss his temple affectionately, placing one, two, three sweet pecks to his warm skin.
“I love you,” you whisper back, humming contentedly. “Even if you are the bane of my existence.”
“You know you love it.”
MSBY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers
You can find the previous work here
Bokuto Kōtaro x reader fluff
He's a protective person, he wants ppl around him feel safe and welcome
That's why the first time he meet you he drove you home
One of the many things he started to notice on himself was how much he wanted to know about you
He dismissed his feelings thinking he was just being excited for having a new friend
But as months passed by he found himself even more confused
He wanted to know about your day, about your likes and dislikes, and now he wants to spend more time with you
Unfortunately your job doesn't allow him to see you always making him frustrated sometimes
So when you asked him to join you in your shopping day he was more than glad to join
Everything was nice and easy until one of your coworkers spotted you
You were buying snacks while Bokuto was looking for some pop corn to watch a movie later
Your coworker was getting too close to you for your liking, when you asked him to step away he got his face closer to you to upset you
And that's when you feel someone pulling you to his chest
Bokuto was still smiling brightly, but his eyes reflected nothing but danger
Safe to say your coworker was gone quickly
Sighing in relief you looked up to your friend to thank him
You didn't expect him to lean over your face and give you a soft kiss
Smiling into the kiss you close your eyes and kiss him back
When he backs away he gives you a goofy smile "does this mean you like me back, right?"
He won't ever tell you but you notice the way he walked to the car with his arm wrapped around your waist, it's his way to protect you from others
Oikawa x GN Reader
Person A and B have the same name and they bond over it/have hijynx.
A/N: Not me writing another meet-cute. I literally can’t resist these. Anyway, I wrote this little drabble/oneshot for my friend @luanabonn. A big thank you to @millenialfanfictionaddiction for helping me think of the ending. I needed a little bit of a sweet Oikawa so I made a sweet Oikawa :)
“Excuse me. That’s my coffee.”
Your hand barely reached around the warm coffee cup when a voice stopped you. Looking up, you saw an attractive man with a fake smile reaching for the same cup you were. His brown hair swooped outwards in a way that didn’t seem natural, but it was hard to tell if it was natural or styled. He gave a quick wink before taking the cup from your hand.
“I think you might be mistaken.” You reached for the cup but he pulled it away.
“It literally has my name on it.” He pointed to the name on the cup, which was definitely your name.
“No, it has my name on it and it’s mine.” This time you didn’t reach for the cup, you waited until he handed it to you. Which he didn’t do. Instead, his eyebrows lowered in confusion as he thought about what you said.
“Your name is Oikawa?”
“Yes.” It was hard not to feel annoyed at how ridiculous the situation was getting. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind giving me my coff–”
“You don’t look like an Oikawa,” he pointed out, narrowing his eyes as he looked you over as if he could find the mark that would somehow prove your name was Oikawa.
“What does that even mean?” You rolled your eyes and reached for the cup. “Can I please have my coffee?”
“It’s not yours!” He pulled back.
You had really had enough. You were so tired of men like this. Entitled, snobby, know-it-all men who always got their way. You were sick of it and this guy caught you on a bad day.
“Barista! Can you please tell this guy that this is my coffee?” You stomped your foot in frustration. Not your finer moment, but you just wanted your damn coffee.
“No, no. You need to tell them that it’s mine.”
“It has my order on it!” You complained.
“Sixteen ounce candied pecan latte, half sweet with whipped cream.” You both said in unison and then gasped. He gasped a lot louder than you though, nearly dropping the cup of your coffee to the ground. Not only was this getting annoying, it was getting weird.
“Are you stalking me?” He accused, also sounding slightly like he wanted you to be stalking him which was a whole issue you did not want to get into.
“Why would I stalk you? I don’t even know who you are.” You reached to snatch the cup from his hand, but he lifted it higher into the air. “ I could ask you the same question.”
“Please.” He gave you a once over with an eye roll. “I think it’s clear who the more famous one is.”
“I’m a world-renowned, globally adored volleyball player.” He lifted his head up and smiled. It wasn’t sweet or genuine. It was fake and annoying, but he dropped it quickly to give you a condescending look. “What are you? A banker?”
“I think I might actually hate you.”
“Barista, please tell this person to leave me alone.” He spoke at an embarrassingly high volume, enough that the people near you all began to look. “God, to think even in a coffee shop I’m followed.”
He tightened the collar of his jacket and brushed some of his hair from his face as he smacked his lips together. He almost looked proud . This guy actually liked this attention and you were done. This was too much and you were over it. At this point, you wanted to just give him the coffee and leave. It was not worth it.
“Look, you both ordered the same thing. Here’s the second one.” The barista put the cup of coffee on the counter before leaving, seemingly also annoyed by the situation.
“Oh, thank God.” You grabbed the cup and turned around to get away from this whole experience as fast as you could, not even interested to check if it was what you ordered or not. The sooner you got out of there, the better.
“Wait!” A voice that was now way too familiar to you called after you before you could reach the doors. “Aren’t you interested in this coincidence?”
“We have the same name and drink the same coffee.”
“I’m more offended than anything.”
“Rude,” he scoffed. “What’s your first name?”
“I literally have no reason to tell you that.”
“Mine is Toru.” He stuck his hand out for you to shake which you honestly considered not shaking at all. Unfortunately, something in you forced you to be nice and you took it.
There was an awkward pause while he shook your hand in silence and stared at you, waiting for you to say something, but there was nothing to say so you waited, slowly shaking his hand and desperately wanting the exchange to end.
“You’re seriously not going to tell me your name?” He grumbled.
“Oh my gosh. That’s what you’re waiting for?” You turned around and walked out the doors, Oikawa following closely behind you.
“You are one of the rudest people I have ever met.”
“I’m rude? You took my coffee.”
“What’s in your hand then?”
“That’s not the point.” You stopped and looked away, slightly embarrassed because he was right, you did get your coffee. But you were also right. That wasn’t the point. “Men like you always get what you want.”
“Men like me?”
“Handsome, talented, rich,” you groaned when hearing the words. “I’m sure you just love hearing people call you that.”
This wasn’t the time nor the place to be getting as upset as you were, but you’d somehow reached a boiling point you hadn’t even realized you were approaching.
“And you?” He asked quietly.
“What about me?”
“What do people like you get?”
“I get my coffee taken,” you huffed a laugh, but it wasn’t because anything was funny. The situation might have been comical, but you were upset. Again, you realized this wasn’t the time nor the place to be doing this. And Oikawa was certainly not one for you to be opening up to. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed before looking at him briefly. He waited, but you stayed quiet. Not having anything to say, you turned back to the street and continued walking.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice and you stopped walking. The sound of feet shuffling got closer and he made his way to stand next to you. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apol–”
“Sometimes a cup of coffee is a lot more than just a cup of coffee.” He smiled, the first time it was a genuine smile, and shrugged his shoulders.
“That’s very insightful.” You eyed him suspiciously.
“Don’t seem so surprised.” Oikawa brushed stray hair from his eyes, looking proud of himself.
“Oh, I’m very surprised.”
“Do you have to ruin everything?” He pouted.
You weren’t sure if it was the pout on his face or the sudden switch from proud to annoyed, but something about him made you burst out laughing. It started small, just a little chuckle, but the longer you stared at him and the more confused he got, the harder you laughed and you weren’t able to stop until there were tears coming from your eyes.
“You’re a really strange guy.” You smiled.
“Sorry.” He looked away with pink cheeks, acting as if you’d found out some secret of his.
“No, it’s actually kind of refreshing.”
He looked at you as a flicker of confusion crossed his face before he grinned. It was a moment. One of those cute ones that people in the movies have. It was weird that it was happening then, with this random guy, but the heavy beating of your heart and the little bit of butterflies in your stomach definitely told you it was a moment. Everything around you seemed to fade away and time almost stopped. Well, it slowed at least. The little stray hairs that didn’t seem to stay in place blew slowly across his forehead and you probably could have been lost in that moment had he not loudly cleared his throat.
“So…” He whispered.
“So…” you repeated.
“Can I walk you to the bank?”
“You just couldn’t resist.” You groaned, narrowing your eyes but still smiled at him. He was actually kind of cute when he really smiled.
“Fine, can I walk you wherever you’re going?”
“I’m going home.”
“Then can I walk you home?”
“Are you going to annoy me the whole way?”
“Ugh, fine.” You gave in. “It’s a short walk anyway.”
You went back to walking down the street with Oikawa following next to you. It was only a couple minutes walking. It was half the reason you went to that coffee shop in the first place. You glanced up, taking a quick peek at Oikawa’s face before smiling to yourself. This morning, things really weren’t going that well and he definitely managed to make it worse, but he also made it better and a small– very small– part of you was a little bit happy that you might run into him at that coffee shop again.
“You’re going to have to teach me how to do that.” You spoke up.
“Make people listen to you by only smiling at them.” You were never really good about hiding your smile, but you did your absolute best until his grin was so wide you could no longer hide your own and you both continued the walk to your apartment.
Oikawa lied. He didn’t annoy you the whole way. In fact, he spent most of it being quiet and looking around. You’d known him all but twelve minutes, but in those twelve minutes you realized just how strange he was so maybe this was how he was when he walked. Maybe he was worried about getting lost and not being able to find his way back to the coffee shop.
“Well, this is–”
“You are stalking me!” He exclaimed, standing between you and the front door of your apartment complex.
“What? You literally asked to follow me !”
“Then why did you lead me to my apartment?”
“This is my apartment.” You explained and your mouth dropped open, quickly realizing at the same time he did. “Oh no.”
“You live in my apartment building?” You both said in unison.
“This is my apartment building.” You weren’t about to lose this fight too. He ignored you though. His eyes moved to the call buttons, checking all the names until he found yours. “What are you doing?”
“Confirming that you actually live here.” He looked at you. “For my safety.”
“Oh please,” you groaned and tried to push him out of the way, but he didn’t budge.
“Interesting.” He rubbed his chin and turned from the call buttons to look at you again. That sly smile on his face.
“What is?” This couldn’t be good.
“Now I know your first name.” He winked with a smile and stepped inside the apartment building before you.
[Akaashi Keiji] - missed you
song: seo in guk, ravi - my love
tw: none (Not proofread)
note: have a wonderful day! 🍵✨️
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Let's meet up at the train station
You watched all the people pass by. Many voices mixing together, trains coming, leaving or just rushing by.
Smiling to yourself you waited patiently for your boyfriend to appear any minute. You two hadn't seen each other for a pretty long while now, due to your both work.
Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder, looking carefully over it you were met by his gorgeous smile, warming you from the inside. Smiling you turned around and were met by a bouquet with beautiful pionees. Almost tearing up you took them. "Omg" you whispered at how sweet the gesture was. Admiring the bouquet, you pressed it carefully closer to your body.
He cupped gently your cheeks, making you look up and than placed the sweetest kiss on your lips. Your emotions went on a roller coaster, feeling way too excited you smiled into the kiss.
Leaning back after some seconds, he placed a peck on your cheek. "I missed you" whispering he tug some strains of hair, behind your ears.
Akaashi admired you, as if you were the sky with all those beautiful lights sparkling. His gaze was so gentle, so adoring and loving. It made you feel so many emotions, way more than you thought were possible, but most importantly you felt loved.
"Me too and thank you for the flowers they are so pretty" whispering you leaned in to peck his soft lips. This time he couldn't help himself and smile at your gesture. He truly had missed that.
Taking your hand he asked you how your day was, while you too waited for the train to arrive. You told him some fun stories from work and than asked him how his was. Holding into his arm tightly, you leaned your head against his shoulder. Feeling the vibration of his deep chuckle. "...and than he never came back" you hummed, smiling at his story.
You realised how much you had actually missed him, so much you wished this evening would never end.
“I just saw the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.”
Iwaizumi's face scrunches in confusion and indignation on the other side of the call.
"Princess, with all due respect, what the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, looking around subtly to see if people around were hearing his half-harsh words.
"Not only he's gorgeous, but he's super pretty too. Ugh, his eyes! I could stare at them forever."
"Y/n, I swear to God, if you're talking about an anime character again..."
"No, Haji, he's a real man, he's like three meters away from me right now- Oh God, he just flexed his jaw, I think I might die from his hotness."
Hajime’s blood was boiling inside. Why the hell would you call your boyfriend to talk about some other guy’s looks?! Was he not attractive enough? Was he lacking something?
“Sheesh, this man has muscles, I mean, his arm? Maybe I should take a picture of his biceps.”
“Y/n, can you sto-”
“He’s wearing a tight polo shirt and sweats, maybe he just got out of the gym?”
Wait a minute.
“What did you say about his eyes?”
“Oh, his eyes.” You sigh dreamily. “So green and so pretty. Oh, he’s smiling now. Haji, he has the most beautiful smile ever.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep. He could be a model if he wanted to. Do you think I should get his number? Though I doubt he’s single, it might be worth a try.”
“What about me?”
“Sorry, Haji, but this man is so freaking pretty, I just can’t help it.”
“Do whatever you want, Y/n. I wish you and the pretty boy all the happiness in the world.”
“Thank you, Hajime. Farewell.”
Iwaizumi ends the call and slips his phone in his pocket. After a few seconds he feels someone tapping his shoulder.
“Can I help you?”
“Sorry, I was standing there and I just could help but notice how handsome you are.” You smile smugly at him.
“Oh, thank you, you don’t look that bad either.”
You pout at his words and he has to hold himself back not to kiss the tiny space between your furrowed eyebrows. You slap his chest but he doesn’t budge, instead a light chuckle escapes his lips.
“You’re no fun, Haji.”
Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, giving you a kiss on your forehead while you make yourself comfortable against his chest.
“You need to stop these pranks, I never fall.”
“You almost fell, I could hear your anger in your voice.” He looks to the side, annoyed.
“You called me and started talking about some other guy of course I would be angry.”
“No need to worry, Haji, like I said, you’re the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.” Your arms lock around his neck to bring him down, you pamper his lips with quick pecks, causing him to chuckle. “My Pretty Boy.”
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kiyoomi strikes me as someone who is oblivious to his own attractiveness and consequently, does unintentional thirst traps. like, he's called over one day by the team's pr manager and told that he has to be more connected to his fans to maintain popularity and that he could do this by posting on instagram more. he just nods, barely listening. he's more focused on trying to get home to you quicker but on his way there, he actually mulls over what he can post. when he comes up short, he asks you for your help and because you have a professional athlete for a boyfriend, you tell him 'why not post some workout photos? you can talk about your regimen too for the people who are curious.'
he does exactly that.
he starts uploading post-workout mirror photos where he's usually wearing a muscle tee and his arms are still glistening from the sweat. sometimes he wears a cap and a mask, sometimes a beanie, other times, his hair is just clipped back.
he posts clips of himself in the middle of doing reps (his most viewed clip is of his shirtless back flexing as he does pull ups, and the second being of him doing pushups as you sit on his back at your behest). all of these are innocently captioned with a detailed explanation of what he's doing, what muscle he's focusing on, and how many sets of reps he did that day among other things.
on his stories, he starts posting the photos you take of him on his phone when he's cooking and photos of the meals he made. and as usual, the caption gives thorough information on his diet and why he made this specific food.
of course, he doesn't only post gym and health stuff. interspersed in his feed are photos of him that he asked you to send to him. all of which very much screams boyfriend. he also starts posting you more on his stories just because he can and he knows that you secretly preen in delight when you see the notification (he's seen you smile at your phone when you think he's not looking.)
and because he has content catered for both the gym and health junkies and the hopeless romantics, all of this results into him gaining over 200k more followers, making his account the most popular amongst the team in just a little over 3 weeks.
he doesn't get it. he doesn't get how he gained so much popularity in such little time and when he asks you about it ('is my workout and diet regimen that good?'), his eyebrows scrunched up and his tone just genuinely lost and confused, all you can do is giggle and reach up to poke the slight dimple that shows up on his cheek when he pouts.
you don't have the heart to tell him that a good chunk of his followers are here primarily because he's hot and so, shrugging, you tell him, 'just keep doing what you're doing.'
shying away after an argument
genre: angst to fluff ; hurt comfort with sakusa kiyoomi & ushijima wakatoshi
warnings: reader obviously gets emotionally hurt (resolved) but other than that there’s none! + kinda ooc sakusa.
notes: this was so rushed and idk what i feel about this since i haven’t written in SOOO LONG lmfao so enjoy ig even tho im rusty now :) also this request was months ago sorry it took so long haha.
sakusa came home extra exhausted, everyone in the team was getting on his nerves
and he wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and finally take some rest after hours of practice
so when he came home to see you waiting for him eagerly, it only made him more irritated
however, it seems that you didn't notice how tense he was considering you made your way towards him with a smile
and while you kept snuggling him and asking questions if he wanted to watch a movie after dinner
he was just too exhausted to entertain anything and anyone at the moment
“jesus can you stop clinging to me all the time? it makes me fucking uncomfortable.”
he slid into the bedroom before shutting the door close
you shifted a little in your feet, not expecting the sudden outburst.
looking back a few days, you havent realized how it was annoying for him and guilt creeps up to you for making him uncomfortable through your affection
taking a deep breath, you made your way to settle on the couch, deciding to give him some wanted space
it’s the next day and sakusa woke up feeling slightly better than yesterday. he reaches an arm over to your side of the bed almost as if it’s an instinct, hoping he could cuddle you for a while before heading to practice again, a frown across his face when he felt no trace of warmth
he drags his feet out of the bedroom, a subtle smile flashing across his lips when he finds you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your figure
his heart tugs lightly as he remembers how he took out his frustration on you, he knows his words stung and he feels bad, but he hopes you know he doesn’t mean any of it
when he comes home from practice, you're cooking something up, maybe dinner for the two of you— but you seemed too busy to notice him so he decides to walk over himself
a sudden voice breaks you out of your trance as you look up to the man with his usual stoic face.
you smile at him softly, "hi kiyoomi, how was practice?"
"t' was fine" he replies and scratches his nape as he stands before you expectantly, waiting for you to give him his usual greeting hug but you immediately avert your gaze away from him and back to the pot in front of you
he tilts his head awkwardly, he thinks it’s a little strange but shrugs it off anyway, maybe you just forgot?
when you’re both eating dinner, he makes sure to send discreet glances in your way, hoping you would initiate some kind of conversation— you don’t though and his shoulders droops in defeat
after dinner, he invites you for a movie and he thinks luck was on his side when you agreed
however, he expected you to join him and settle on his lap like usual but instead, you situate yourself on the other side of the couch, leaving enough space between the two of you
now he's getting annoyed, fingers itching to just hold you and cradle you in his arms but you don’t seem to be in the mood to, did something happen?
he thinks he's being too dramatic and tries his best not to dwell on the silence too much, but he can't help but think of what he possibly might've done to make you act this way, and then his mind went back to yesterday.
he completely forgot about that as his mind was going miles away and he almost mentally beat himself up for not realizing how much his words had affected you.
trying to be subtle, he scoots over to your side, scooping you in one fluid motion onto his lap and trapping you between his arms
you jolt in surprise before trying to wriggle out of his hold, only to fail miserably, "kiy—"
"are you upset with me? i’m sorry i didn't mean it"
you stare at him in worry, suddenly feeling bad that he’s been blaming himself all along, “hey, i’m not upset with you, okay? i promise that but i do apologize for crossing the boundaries, i promise i’ll loosen myself up!” you continue with a smile, not wanting him to worry about you first.
but it appears he knows you too well for that.
"no, my love, don’t do that, please? i want you here with me and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that so let me make it up to you.. yeah?”
and finally— finally, you nestle yourself on his lap, taking in the warmth you’ve been craving as you speak up about your own feelings
“of course omi”
you knew volleyball will always be ushijima’s top priority and that he spends all of his time practicing for upcoming matches
you've supported him through and attended all of his games whenever you had a chance to and of course you were more than proud of him
but today, you wanted to spend time with him especially since you hadn't spend some time alone together for almost a month due to his schedule
the rest of the shiratorizawa team had said that their coach gave them a free day to make up for all their hard work
and you were looking forward to have a movie date which he suprisingly agreed into (he was half asleep when you asked him to)
getting ready, you dressed in comfy pjs and prepared the snacks, and warm blankets.
you waited patiently on the couch for a few minutes
but those minutes turned into hours and he still wasn't home so you texted him with worriedly, asking him if he was almost home
after an hour, he finally called you, “i can’t come. i’ve already told you that i have to spend my time on practice and not on useless things, y/n.”
your eyes pricked as his words registered in your brain
you wanted to spend some time with him, and yet he only thinks it’s a waste.
you were used to this, basing from your past relationships so you weren't that surprised although you won’t deny that you were disappointed
because maybe you thought it was going to be different this time
why did you even expect?
understanding where this was coming from, you quickly gathered yourself and replied as you tried to keep your voice steady: “ah i’m sorry￼ toshi. i’ll see you at home. love you.”
you ended the called not long before he can even answer, not trusting yourself enough to even hear his voice after what he just said without breaking down
you shut off your phone, dragged yourself in the bedroom and drifted off to sleep
it's been a week since and today was sunday, another one of his free days and though you wanted to ask him once again if he could stay in, you knew that he was still going to the gym despite that, so you opted to keeping it to yourself, saving yourself from further heartbreak.
your prediction was soon confirmed when you checked the time, it was already 8 PM. usually at this time, ushijima had already arrived home but ever since he’s been charged as a captain, he'd always arrive around quarter to eleven or even later.
you were completely understanding and didn't bother him as much since you didn't want him to feel like you're holding him back from doing what he likes to do
shaking your head off the thought, you scrolled through the list of movies, trying to find something to entertain you for the rest of the night as you slowly munched on the chips you bought from the grocery store earlier
but what you didn’t know is that a certain male kept all his attention on his phone, taking glances from time to time as he waited for you to spam his notifications like you usually do
but you don’t and he takes this as the aftermath of the harsh words he threw at you last week and his heart sinks to his stomach at the thought of you not being your usual self
so before heading back, he quickly stopped by a small bakery shop near the apartment to buy some of your favorite pastries and cookies, hoping you would appreciate his small gift
when he got home, the lights were off and you weren't anywhere in sight. worried, he quickly strode through the living room, only to see you sitting in the couch with a bag of chip on your hand
you stare at the sudden intrusion, not expecting the certain man to be home so early “ toshi? are you okay? did something happen at pra—“
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it”
you blinked as you tried to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to lower your guard down so easily, knowing what exactly he was apologizing for
“i apologize for my words last week, y/n. i promise you i do not mean it and i love spending my time with you, in fact i found myself enjoying it more than practice, which is quite unbelievable.”
you laugh a little at his words, suddenly feeling a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders “you know i’m only worried about you, right?”
“i know, i’m sorry.”
“and that i love you?”
“yes, i know that. i love you too.”
smiling, you usher him to sit beside you and he stumbles as he buries his face on your chest, finally having the rest he’s been missing the whole time.
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ꕥ Pairing : Kuroo x Reader
ꕥ Synopsis : Your tutor finally gets tired of you acting dumb so he decides to fuck you dumb instead.
ꕥ Word count : 1.7k
ꕥ A/N : Guess who’s back :)
ꕥ TW : 18+, smut, rough sex, mean!dom kuroo, brat reader, dumbification, fingering, teasing, whole lotta size kink, cervix fucking, use of sir like twice, unprotected, creampie, hair pulling, choking, degrading, a lil praise, kuroo’s big dick - i think thats all?
" I don't get it "
Here you stood in front of poor Kuroo, pouting as he tried to refrain from facepalming for the 7th time.
Were you really as dumb as you made out to be?
He tried explaining the simple concept for the past hour while you sat and looked at him completely clueless, one hand playing with your necklace while you sat next to him silently nodding just to say after that you, in fact, did not understand a single word he just said.
When you asked him to tutor you for the upcoming exams he couldn't find a reason not to, you were the classic hot girl any guy would want to fuck.
That is until you open your mouth, and the things that come out of it sometimes has him questioning how could you even come up with that shit.
You should be thankful you look good, because other than that you didn't seem to have much going on up there.
" What do you mean - what don't you get ? " Kuroo raised his eyebrow and sighed, the tone in his voice telling you he's losing all patience with you.
That intimidated you, he was the most patient man you knew, so for him to finally show that he's breaking was both hot and scary.
" The question Kuroo, you're saying the answer is A but it's very obviously C "
You crossed your arms, a small smirk forming on your lips as you watched the man in front of you gaze down at your exposed cleavage and immediately shaking his head no and looking back up.
You’ve been teasing him through out the whole night, lowering your hand to brush against his thigh, bending down in front of him using the excuse that something dropped just to hear him stutter while he tried to speak.
You could see the bulge form against the material of his jeans and you knew soon enough he’d break and finally give you what you actually wanted.
You almost felt bad, watching him grow more and more distressed as he pointed at the paper laid out on the desk.
" Y/N, I literally spent the last fucking hour -probably more , explaining to you why it's A "
He paused at the sound of you letting out a giggle, a fucking giggle.
" What ?" He snaps, messy black hair falling on his face in the process as you slowly tried to stop laughing.
" I'm sorry - you just- "
You couldn't help bursting out in laughter again at his serious expression. He looked so done with you.
" You know what-"
Kuroo stands up, his body towering over yours as he turns around to face your bedroom door.
You tug on his shirt, making his attention turn back to you as you stop laughing.
" Look, i'm sorry " You mutter under your breath, the way your eyes are staring up at him makes his expression soften, a small smirk curling out the corner of his lips.
" Stand up, i'll explain it once more "
Following his order, you stand up, your eyes still fixated on the paper in front of you as you tried to avoid his cat like dark eyes.
He moves behind you, forcing you to bend down slightly as his finger runs over the words the words again, his other hand placed on your hip.
" Same values on either side - right here "
You gulp slightly as you feel his bulge come into contact with the skin of your barely covered ass, your skirt rising up slightly. Placing his head on your shoulder from behind, he chuckles at your shaky body underneath him.
" So what's the answer ? " He exhales, pushing further into you making your lower stomach touch the table.
" It's C " You whisper, smiling to yourself knowing its gonna be the last straw for him.
A gasp escapes your lips as Kuroo tangles a hand in your hair from behind, bending you down over the desk in an instant.
" You're doing this on purpose, huh ? " Gritting his teeth, he lowers a hand to your skirt, lifting it up. You bite your lower lip, twisting your head to look back at him as he pushes you down harder.
" J-Just admit you're wrong, Kuroo "
Shakily, you try moving up, stopping when a harsh slap lands on your bare ass. You watch his eyes darken, the usual calm composure completely breaking.
" Shut the fuck up "
His hand moves up to lower your panties and you subconsciously part your legs further, a soft moan slipping from your lips when his long fingers trails along your lower lips.
" Fuck - you're getting wet from this shit ? "
Letting out a breathy moan, you push your hips back onto his hand, clearly giving him the hint you needed more.
" Don't look at me like that " You smiled, your face reddening as you part your lips slightly, your hips moving from side to side against his hand.
Licking his lips silently, he pushes two fingers into you, a soft surprised groan leaving his lips watching you fuck yourself against his hand.
" That desperate, huh? You fucking brat "
" S-shut up- Kuroo "
Another harsh slap lands on your ass, his fingers curling inside you every time you push yourself back on them. He watches you squirm underneath him, struggling to keep eye contact with that same dumb look on your face.
He grabs your hair roughly pulling you back, your back arching as he finally takes full control and begins drilling his digits inside you, rubbing against the spot with every thrust.
" If you wanna act like a dumb slut, might as well make you one mm? "
Your fake persona dropped, your hands propping your body weight against the table.
" Y-yes sir - god FUCK "
The lewd moan caught him off guard, feeling his pants tighten even more at the sound of you cursing under your breath, your body trembling underneath his touch. He couldn't take it, he had to see your face - it wasn't enough for him just to hear you.
A loud gasp leaving your lips, he takes his fingers out and forces you to turn around, his large hands gripping on your ass and lifting you up on the desk as he crashes his lips against yours.
Your tongues tangle as you wrap your legs behind his back, desperately pulling him closer and chasing some friction.
Kuroo parts his lips from yours, his hands lowering to unzip his jeans before pulling them down along with his boxers.
Your eyes widen as you watch his cock spring up, veins running down the long length of it. Easily 8 to 9 inches you knew would hurt, but you had no time to think. Before you knew it, he grabbed your neck, pulling you closer to watch your expression as he pushes the tip inside you.
Your lips part silently in shock as he smirks, keeping eye contact while continuing to push further and further into you until he s fully inside. You could feel his dick twitch inside you, the tip pushing into your cervix while he begins slowly moving.
" S-too big- Kuroo"
" Too much for you, princess ? "
He pauses slightly while you give him a shaky nod, giving you the hope he'd let you adjust before taking his cock fully out, thrusting it in again but rougher.
" Too bad, i'm just getting started "
Grunting, he grabs your chin forcing you to look up at him, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you whine against him.
He continues his rough pace, your expression slowly softening as you begin to adjust, your eyes rolling back once you feel him hit the spot.
" Kuroo- S' good- t-there-" You whine against his lips as he nears his face to yours, making a low chuckle escape his lips before giving you a small peck.
" Mm, here ?" He grunts, angling his cock to hit continuously against your spot, his fingers running circles against your clit.
Your mind goes blank as your vision starts to blur, only letting out sinful moans and curses while you couldn't find a way to form sentences.
" Have i fucked you dumb already ? Shit-"
Soft curses leaves his lips as he notices the small bulge in your lower stomach every time he pushes in, your tongue lolling out while you scream his name.
" M-gonna - please- please- sir "
Your mascara runs down your cheeks as you feel your stomach curl, your nails clawing at his back as you pull him closer.
" Shh- Let go baby "
Throwing your head back, you curse his name as you cum all over his cock as he continues to fuck into you sloppily slowing down his pace, helping you ride out your high.
"Good girl- fuck "
Kuroo pushes deep inside you a few more time, his lips locking with yours before he lets out a groan into the kiss, shooting streams of cum deep inside you. You pant as he parts his lips from yours, your eyes meeting again as you lay back on the table tired.
He pulls out, sitting back down on the chair watching the cum slowly seeping out of you.
You squirm as he takes a finger and pushes the cum back inside you, chucking at the way your legs shake from overstimulation.
" Want any water? " He sits up and lifts his pants back up, still catching his breath. He gives you a quick peck and smiles like nothing happened.
You nod, standing up from the table and finding your way onto the chair as he leaves to go into the kitchen. Thats when you realise. Shit.
Kuroo pours water into the glass and takes a big sip before an exam paper sitting on your kitchen table catches his eye, along with a report card or so it seems.
His eyebrows furrow as he picks up the pieces of paper, almost spitting out his drink as he reads through them.
95% score and your grades proudly displaying straight A's across all subjects.
He storms in with the pieces of paper, fluttering them in front of you.
" How the fuck do you-"
And then it clicks, the embarrassed blush on your face as your hands cover your face, not a single word coming from your mouth.
He laughs, pulling your hands away from your face making you look at him.
" You really acted stupid all this time because you wanted me to f-"
" S-Shut up. "
Oikawa # 13
WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), fem!reader x Oikawa Tōru, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), use of pet names (bunny and cutie), unprotected sex, squirting.
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Oikawa bites his lip, eyes glued to your frame. He shifts his weight to his other leg, his hand dropping to palm himself over his sweatpants, groping his half-hard cock.
You stand there, oblivious to the presence of the man behind you, mixing the batter and humming some random tune. His eyes trail down your body, fingers squeezing tighter when his eyes land on the curve of your ass. Oikawa holds back a groan. He’s seen you in his clothes before, sure, but wearing his volleyball jersey? The way the fabric hangs loosely around your figure, almost long enough to be a short dress? He doesn’t think anything’s ever turned him on as much.
With a soft sigh, Oikawa walks towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.
“Good morning, Tōru,” you murmur, giggling when he brushes the tip of his nose along your neck.
“Mmm, good morning indeed,” he purrs, kissing your neck.
“I’m making breakfast,” you inform, still batting the mix. “You wanna eat something?”
“Mhm, you,” he hums, nudging your head to the side with his to have more access.
You bite your lip, halting the mixing for a moment.
“I meant, like… pancakes,” you breath out, leaning your weight back against his chest. He’s making it hard for you to focus on making breakfast.
He continues kissing your neck, humming as he nips on the soft skin.
“You taste better than pancakes.”
His right arm snakes downwards, sliding underneath the hem of the shirt you’re wearing. Oikawa brushes his fingers teasingly over your clothed cunt, playing with the elastic of your panties, his mouth never abandoning your neck. You sigh again, dropping your head onto his shoulder with a shaky breath.
“We should… I…”
“What’s the matter, bunny? Cat got your tongue?” he asks, nipping playfully on the spot where your jaw meets your neck. He groans when you squirm against him, your ass rubbing against his now fully erect cock with the action. Oikawa gives a light tap on your thigh with the tip of his fingers. “Spread them open, cutie.”
You do as instructed, and he pushes them even further apart with his knee. His hand slides past the elastic of your underwear, and he uses his fingers to spread your folds apart, drawing teasing circles with the pads of his fingers. You whimper softly, holding onto his thigh.
“You’re already so wet, and I’ve barely even touched you,” he murmurs, running his nose along your neck again. “You want my fingers inside you?”
You gulp, nodding.
Oikawa smirks, pushing a single long, thin finger inside your sopping cunt. You gasp, curling your fingers around the fabric of his pants and rubbing yourself against him. Oikawa groans in your ear, and he bites his bottom lip as he adds another finger.
“Tōru…” you moan, arching your back against him. You give an especially loud moan when he curls his fingers inside you, scissoring them afterwards to prep you.
“Right there, hmm?”
His free hand travels upwards to grope your breasts over the shirt, rolling your hardened nipples over the fabric. The feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers is enough to make his cock twitch in his pants, and he takes it as his cue to add a third finger. Your mouth falls open, your knuckles turn white, and you swear you’re still dreaming when he hits the spot once again, pumping his fingers in and out slowly.
You whine in protest when he pulls his fingers out and he chuckles, taking his hand up to your mouth and pressing his fingers against your lips. You take the hint, opening your mouth to lick them clean, swirling your tongue around his long digits. Oikawa clenches his jaw, the sudden image of you on your knees in front of him as you suck his cock getting a moan out of him.
He goes back to kissing your neck, marking the skin with love bites and making you sigh his name when he lowers his hand to your front once more, slipping it under your underwear and using his three fingers to rub on your clit.
You gasp, legs trembling under your own weight as you clutch onto his thigh. You’re sure you would’ve fallen to the floor if he weren’t holding you up. His free hand moves up, and Oikawa curls his slender fingers around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you a little dizzy. Whether it’s because of the choking or your incoming orgasm, you don’t know.
You gasp, squirming in his grasp, although he just assumes you’re enjoying it. He certainly is.
Oikawa doesn’t realize you’re trying to push him away.
You’re feeling the sudden urge to pee, and you know what happens afterwards, when he makes you feel so good you can’t help but gush all around him. Oikawa loves seeing it happen, it’s one of his favorite things.
“Tōru… Tōru stop…” you manage to gasp, hand wrapping around his wrist. Oikawa frowns, leaning back slightly too look at you as his fingers hesitate. He was about to ask if you’re okay when you continue. “Stop, I’m gonna— I’m gonna ruin your jersey…”
He chuckles at that, resuming his movements with even more emphasis. You whine his name in protest, trying to push him away once more, but his arm holds you firmly in place.
“I’ll just get another one,” he says, squeezing on your throat again.
And it’s too much for you, and then you’re screaming his name and squirting against his hand, your already wet panties barely doing anything to keep the clear liquid from dripping to the floor.
You tremble against him, gasping in hopes to catch your breath. The sight just makes him harder, and he doesn’t give you much time before he spins you around. He’s on his knees in a second, sliding your soaking panties down your legs and bunching the fabric of the his jersey in his fists, pushing it up to reveal your naked pussy.
He presses soft kissed along the flesh of your thighs, looking up at you through his long lashes. You hold onto the counter, instinctively spreading your legs for him. He smiles when he notices, fingers digging in the skin of your legs as he holds you in place, his hair tickling against your skin.
He trails up, blowing softly on your soaking cunt. You shiver under his fingers, and his smile broadens. You whimper his name when he presses his tongue flat against you, humming happily as he tastes you.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs against you, making you moan at the overstimulation as he gathers all of your arousal with his tongue.
He places your left leg over his shoulder and uses his fingers to push your lips apart for more access, exploring the area with his tongue, gliding it around and sucking and biting. You moan his name, hand in his hair, tugging. Oikawa relishes in the noises leaving your lips, the breathy moans and gasps going straight to his cock, which feels like it’s about to burst any second now. He doesn’t care — how could he, when you look and sound so fucking heavenly?
His groans reverberate against your cunt, making your pussy clench around his tongue. You’re so sensitive it doesn’t take too long before you reach your high again, resting all of your weight against the kitchen counter as you come undone against his lips. Oikawa lets out a series of happy hums, collecting everything with his tongue once more. He gives a final suck to your swollen clit, releasing it with a playful pop. When he looks up again, there’s a teasing smirk on his lips.
Oikawa caresses your thighs with tender fingers, standing up and towering over you. You bite your lip and place your right hand on his cock. His smile widens, and he leans closer to you as you grope him over the fabric of his pants. He can’t stand it anymore; he needs to fuck you.
He spins you around once more, running the tips of his fingers up your sides and leaning in to whisper in your ear.
“Now, be a good girl and bend over for me,” he purrs seductively.
You do as told, perking your ass up to give him a nice view. Oikawa lets out a pleased sigh, flipping the shirt over your hips and smoothing his hands over the soft flesh of your ass, pinching on it playfully.
Oikawa pushes his pants down low enough for his cock to spring out, not really bothering to remove the garment before he’s taking himself in his hands to rub his length between your folds, covering his cock with your slick. There was so much of it he wouldn’t have any problem going in. At least, he doesn’t think so… but he’s big, and there was always the tiniest bit of struggle to fit him in.
You gasp when he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, pushing your ass back against him. Deciding he’s made you both wait long enough, he pushes himself in, groaning loudly as his cock spreads your walls open inch by inch.
“Ah… Fuck,” he chokes out a loud moan, throwing his head back.
“Tōru,” you breathe out, clenching your hands into fists over the counter. “So big…”
Oikawa uses one of his hands to push your hair to the side, groaning in an animalistic way when his eyes land on his name plastered on the back, the big, white number thirteen just below.
He rests a hand on the counter, using the other to hold you steady as he pulls out slowly until just the tip is inside you, waiting a second before pushing himself back in with a whimper. Tōru repeats the action, making you both moan with each drag of his hips, going slow, but deep. He can’t hold back, though, especially with such a sight before him.
“Tōru, more… faster,” you plead, squeezing your eyes shut at a deliciously deep thrust.
“Always so impatient, cutie,” he tuts with amusement, breathing heavily and chewing on his lip as he picks up the pace. The room’s filled with moans and gasps, the squelching sound of his cock being swallowed by your pussy obscenely loud. “Fuck, you feel so good. This pussy was fucking made for me… so tight and warm.”
He rams into you repeatedly, making you scream out his name in pleasure, forehead pressed against the cold counter beneath you. Oikawa bends over you, placing an arm across your chest and resting his hand on your shoulder for support. He presses gentle kisses against your neck, licking and biting, and telling you what a good girl you are for him.
Oikawa straightens up, pulling you along. He curses under his breath, placing his left hand around your throat once more while the other one rests against your lower abdomen.
Another look at his name on your back drives him feral. His hips pound mercilessly against you, burying his cock deep inside your pussy, the loud sound of your skins slapping against each other each time your hips meet filling his ears. It’s too much to handle — it sounds so dirty and hot that he simply can’t hold back anymore, and he releases his load, thrusting deep inside you to push his cum in with a dragged out moan.
He doesn’t pull out, though. Instead, he uses his right hand to rub your abused clit. You mewl loudly, arching your back against his chest and sighing his name like a prayer, fingers curling around the edge of the counter. He whispers dirty things in your ear, his cock hardening inside you once more in a matter of seconds. He’s fully erect when you squirt all over him, making him groan against your neck.
Tōru then goes back at it, pulling back slowly and hissing at how sensitive his cock is. He doesn’t care; he just wants to fuck you forever until he can’t even feel his cock anymore.
His thrusts start slow, low moans rumbling from the depths of his chest as he pushes inside you, his cock gliding easily into your pussy. You gasp, letting out a choked sob when the stimulation ends up being way too much for you. Oikawa cups your chin between his fingers to turn your head towards him, kissing your tears of pleasure and then meeting your lips in a passionate kiss. He moans against your lips, tugging on your bottom one with his teeth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants, squeezing his fingers on the sides of your throat. “I’m gonna marry you… and I’m gonna fuck you like this whenever I want… Every single day. I’m gonna fuck you on every single surface in this house… I’m gonna fuck a baby into you,” he growls in your ear, pulling you as close as possible. He groans when your cunt clenches around his cock with a vice grip at his words. “You like that, bunny? You want to make me a daddy?” He moans against your neck, kissing your skin, his hips never faltering. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum until this cute little pussy can’t take any more,” he murmurs, cupping your cunt with his free hand.
“Fuck, Tōru,” you moan, your fingers curling tightly on the border of the counter. “I want you to fill me up with your cum… please, please…”
“Yeah?” He coos, thrusting relentlessly. “I will… I’ll breed your pussy until you’re all big and round, and then everyone will know who you belong to.”
He throws his head back with a loud moan, slamming his hips against your ass, his balls smacking against your sopping cunt with each thrust.
“You feel so good,” you mewl, and Oikawa drops the hand that was choking you to interlock his fingers with yours on the counter, his other hand holding you in place with a firm grip on your waist. “M-make me cum again… please…”
“I’m going to fuck you and make you cum until you can’t feel your pussy anymore,” he pants, fingers digging in your skin.
He’s relentless, rutting into you until he has you creaming around his cock again, mouth open in a silent scream. You drag out a loud moan when he speeds up, fucking you through your climax. It takes everything in him to hold back his own orgasm, but the way your walls clamp down on him is making it extremely difficult to last any longer.
You let him use you pussy however he wills, hoping he feels as good as he had made you feel. You’ll let him do whatever he wants to you. Oikawa’s thrusts go even deeper, and he groans when he sees his previous load dripping down your thighs.
Before too long, it gets to the point where his moans and groans become a little high-pitched and his hips stutter, meaning he’s close to cumming. He whimpers in your ear, holding you as close to him as possible. It only takes one final glance at his name across the top of your back to make him reach his high —his load ends up being even more than the first time—, his loud moans muffled against your shoulder, panting heavily as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. You rest your weight against the counter, fingers tightening around his lovingly. He returns the squeeze, peppering your neck with soft kisses as he tries to catch his breath.
Oikawa pulls back, using two of his fingers to collect his cum and push it back inside your pussy. He doesn’t want it to go to waste.
Your breath hitches, still feeling the aftershocks of your last orgasm. He grins brightly, taking a cloth from the counter, damping it a little with water from the tap and cleaning you both up. He’s especially gentle with you; all it takes is one look at your fucked out face to know you wouldn’t be able to move much today.
Tōru spins you around, placing a tender kiss on your forehead and hugging you against his chest. He lowers his head until his lips are brushing against your ear when he speaks.
“Why don’t you go take a shower and get in bed? I’ll finish up the pancakes,” he suggests, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back.
You sigh softly against his chest, nodding as you press your lips against his glistening skin. He lowers his lips to kiss you again, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue in. He pulls back after a moment, knowing damn well that if he doesn’t stop he’d get carried away once more. He should probably wait a little before doing it again.
“I’m starving,” you breath out.
Oikawa chuckles, brushing your hair from your face with a loving smile.
“Me, too. Go, I’ll take care of breakfast,” he instructs, making you squeal out a laugh when he pinches your asscheek once you had turned around to head towards your shared bedroom. “Hey, cutie?” He calls out before you shut the door.
“Yeah?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you peered at him with curiosity.
Oikawa bites his lip to fight against the smile that was threatening to appear.
“Please wear my clothes more often,” he says. “They really suit you.”
“Yeah?” you smile, crossing your arms against your chest. “If you’re going to fuck me like that for wearing your clothes, I think I might wear them every single day…” you pause, biting your lip. “Next time, I’ll suck you off with your jersey on.”
Oikawa’s eyes darken at the promise, unable to stop his broadening grin.
“Fuck,” he whispers. There’s no way he’s letting you go after that.
He completely forgets about the pancakes as he follows you into the room.
𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 - 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
Cast(s): GN!Reader ft. Osamu, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Sakusa
A/n: This is a repost! If you've seen it, just pretend you haven't <3
— hands ?
suna, tsukishima, akaashi x gn!r
no warnings i think ; fluff
suna my lover boy lol repost
you hugged his back, chin perched on his shoulder while he played a game with the twins. you were watching his game, seriously you were, until you glanced down at his watch which rested in his lap, attached to a controller. whilst he clicked away, you couldn't help but admire the way his hands held the small object, they were so... large compared to the controller, slender, his nails painted pink from two nights before after you'd begged him to let you pain them. they were, dare you say, pretty.
you sat there watching his hands for around 15 minutes and he must've felt it because when he asked, "whatcha starin' at pretty?" you felt a heat rush to your cheeks faster than you could answer him, you were slightly embarrassed. "uhmm nothing." it came out more like a question rather than an answer which makes him let out a breath that you recognized as a laugh, "are you sure?" by now you can hear atsumu yelling at him through his headset that he's making them lose but suna doesn't seem to care as he mutes his friends, eyes now on you. "you've been quiet. what's on your mind, baby?" he cups his hand over your cheek and soothes your warm skin, running a cold thumb over the bags of your eye. "your hands... i just thought they were pretty."
you can see his eyes glance to the hand cupping your cheek before staring back into, what felt like, your soul, "you think so?" his lips curl into a grin, "thank you." he rubs the skin under your eye a few more times before raising this other hand to cup the opposite cheek and giving your face a squeeze, "i think your face is pretty." he says before kissing your lips. you can only let out a muffled, "thank you." as he laughs at you, "you're too cute, really."
you sat in his lap as he helped with you your homework just like every other friday afternoon. honestly you were listening to his lesson or at least you were trying to but he was making it so hard. you'd never realized his hands were so... pretty. of course you'd held them, kissed them, seen them before, etc. you'd just never really recognized them as 'pretty' until he was writing down a math equation on the notebook paper in front of you.
finally, when you stop your 'mhms' he knows you're no longer listening to his explanation, he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest, "you're not listening. getting sleepy? we can take a break if you want." you're immediately snapped out of your thoughts at his words. "what? no, no! i was just spaced out, sorry." you ramble, "can you... start over? i'll listen this time." he rolls his eyes and hugs you tighter, "okay, so you start here-" not even three sentences in you feel yourself staring again and, of course he notices. "listen, if you need a break that's fine, we can-" "no no kei, it's just that... i can't concentrate. i'm not tired it's... it's your hand..." he raises a brow and moves his hand slightly. honestly you didn't even know how to describe his hands. of course you see them all the time, why were you only just noticing how nice they looked? all slender and long, they were just... pretty.
"what about my hand, baby?" he asks, tone a little teasing. you reach for his other hand which is hooked around your waist and hold it up for him to see, playing with his fingers. "they're really pretty." you sigh, pressing a kiss to the pads of his pointer finger. he fights the blush threatening his cheeks, "this is what you're so concerned about?" "mhm" and he laughs, "well, thank you for the compliment." he says, pressing a kiss to where your jaw meets your neck, "are you gonns sit here and play with my fingers for the rest of the day or continue with the lesson? i guess i don't mind either way."
it was normal for you to sit in his lap while he did paperwork, sitting in a comfortable silence together. you often found yourself staring at his hands, writing, typing, or even just sitting there, they always looked so pretty. though you'd never told him about this thought. currently, you had a concentrated look contorted on your face as you stared, a look he seemed to notice. "everything okay, angel?" he nudges you with his elbow which snaps you out of your thoughts, "hm? oh yeah, i'm fine." you straighten your back and give him a reassuring smile, "are you sure? you look tired, you don't have to sit with me ya know? go take a nap if you're feeling sleepy." he kisses your cheek and smiles at you innocently.
"keiji," you giggle, "i'm not sleepy, plus i wanna sit with you. i was just zoned out." you rub your eyes, though, now that you were thinking about it, maybe you were a little sleepy. "what were you so focused on then?" "your hands." you're honest and he's confused. "what you mean? what's wrong with them?" he inspects them and you shake your head, grabbing them. "nothing's wrong with them, keji. i just think they're really pretty." you confess, kissing the knuckles on each hand, "pretty?" "mhm." "how's that?" "well, i dunno. they're just nice to look at. oh! and mine fits in them really well, like a puzzle piece, look." you lace your fingers between his and show him what you mean and he realizes you're right. "see, not to big not too small, and they're super soft too." you smile and he nods. "i see what you mean, about the puzzle piece i mean."
"so you agree? you have really pretty hands." he nods "well i guess, but i think yours are nicer than mine. it's your hand that fits so well into mine, they were made for me i think." pink rushes to his cheeks as he says it, "was that weird to say?" "no! i think you're right, baby." you offer him a smile and he returns it, kissing the back of your hand which he held. "thank you for the compliment by the way." you nod and yawn, stretching your arms out, "i knew you were getting sleepy, lets go take a nap."
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Haikyu men thinking of you while masturbating
NSFW / Minors don’t interact / female reader
Summary: Pretty self-explanatory lol. For Kageyama, Ushijima and Osamu. Hope you enjoy :)
Part 2 / Part 3
Kageyama sits on his couch, watching a volleyball game on TV. Sadly, he isn’t able to fully concentrate on it. His thoughts always start to wander to you; his sisters’ friend. The magnificent woman he just saw leaving to go to a party with his sister. This is bad… He knows it is. He only just met you. But when he laid his eyes on you, he swears, he felt emotions he has never felt before.
He is aware of the fact that his sisters' friends are off limits. Also, you are probably a few years older than him so that would be weird, wouldn’t it? What would you do with a young man like him? “I don’t know her at all, why am I thinking about her. There is nothing to think about…” he tries to reason with himself.
But this doesn’t stop his hand from traveling to his phone, that is laying on the couch next to him. He knows your name so he proceeds to stalk you on your social media. He finds out your age; you are just a year older than him. “Thats all right” he concludes. He looks at the pictures you have posted of yourself. He stops at a recent picture of you. It’s just a selfie, but Kageyama inspects it with such a scrutiny, like he normally would only a volleyball match.
You look straight into the camera, your head is tilted to the side. Your lips are parted just slightly, they look glossy and so soft. What would they- Tobio takes a deep breath. He shakes his head slightly to get rid of his sinful thoughts. He looks at your eyes and can’t help the slight tingle in his stomach from appearing. It’s like you’re staring right at him, seductively. God- just like you have looked at him earlier. He throws his phone away from him like it's poisonous. The back of his head meets the couch as he sighs deeply. You look so cute. You’re so beautiful, magnificent, unbelievably hot. You’re everything. “No no no” he scolds himself “Enough with these thoughts.”
He gathers his strength and tries to redirect his attention back to the match playing on his TV. But he simply can’t. It’s worse after he has stalked you, after he looked at your pictures. His mind is taken up by you, the beautiful friend of his sister.
He wonders what you are doing right now. Are you chatting to someone at the party? Are you dancing with anyone? When these images are coming up in his mind he feels a sting of jealousy.
“Shit” he mumbles to himself. “I shouldn’t think about that. I don’t have a right to be jealous. I should think about other things." And then the image of you in your party outfit pops into his mind. Well, that is certainly positive. He sees the memory of you standing in the apartment, waiting for his sister to be ready. Every little thing his famished eyes drank up off you replays in his head. The mole on your collarbone that your low-cut top exposed to him; the way your tight skirt hugged your tiny waist and curves just so perfectly; your glistening, full lips; your beautiful bright eyes sparkling at him…
And just with this memory of you he can feel a tent in his pants rising. His cock is straining hard against his pants. He doesn’t even notice it at first. He keeps on thinking about you. And the more he thinks about you and your body, the harder it gets, his dick - and his will to restrain himself from touching himself to the thought of you. His head lays on the head rest of his couch. His eyes are closed as he concentrates on the clear image of you in his mind.
He just can’t help to wonder how your lips would feel on his or how your tongue would explore his mouth. He swallows thickly. Or how soft your thighs would feel if his hands would caress them. Or your ass, your beautiful plump ass, if he could only squeeze it, knead it. He sighs deeply and without any willpower left, he pushes his pants down eagerly. His cock springs free, already leaking and twitching, and he grabs it, starting to stroke softly.
A low moan escapes his lips when he imagines that it isn’t his hand, but yours that is wrapped around him. How your soft, dainty hands would look around his hard and big cock. How they would feel dragging up and down his throbbing cock. He drags his fist up and down his cock slowly, pumping into his swollen tip.
Your lips, your plush, soft, glistening lips; how would they feel wrapped around him. Your tongue traveling up and down the base of his dick, you; sucking on his sensitive tip lustfully. Your beautiful eyes staring up at him, as you take him in fully, deep in your throat, succumbing yourself to him. Letting him cum into your mouth as you swallow everything he gives to you.
A quiet grunt escapes his parted lips, his hand dragging along his shaft faster now. He imagines your breathless gasps as he sinks his thick cock into your wet cunt for the first time. Your loud moans and pants as he would quicken his pace, as your walls suck him into you. And before he can picture all his fantasies, all the scenarios he would like you to play out with him, he can feel his release nearing.
His fist squeezes even tighter, pumping faster into his sensitive tip as he cums with a staggered groan and a drawn out moan of your name. His hips jerk into his hands as his cum shoots out of him, dripping down his sensitive dick and balls, painting his hand white. He continuous dragging his hands up and down for a few seconds, the image of your tongue awaiting his cum on his mind.
Osamu thinks it’s unfair; completely unfair. You’re his favorite customer. The regular that makes his heart flutter every time he looks up from the counter and sees you entering his shop. He is sure he can already tell when you’re coming, without having to look up. It’s like he has your steps memorized. And your voice. Your beautiful voice; so soft and clear when ordering. When he looks into your eyes he feels like time stops. They suck every reasonable thought out of him, every clear thought. Suddenly he can’t form an onigiri anymore. You come by often. And with every further visit of yours his thoughts get wilder. Until now, he thought he did a good job in suppressing his dirty thoughts about you.
But today he snapped. The reason: You in your skimpy summer dress. It just fits you so well, hugs your body so perfectly. The way your dainty hand brushed against his own shortly, probably unintentionally, when you were paying for your food. The way your short dress rode up your thighs as you set down onto a chair, exposing more of your beautiful skin. How you bit into the onigiri, a soft and quiet moan escaping your lips. He knows it tastes good. If only he could get a taste of you. The way you licked your lips. The way you smiled at him as you said goodbye. Fuck.
He quickly excuses himself to his employee after you have walked out of his shop. He takes long strides towards his office in the back of his shop. He closes the door behind him and sits on his chair. A long sigh falls from his lips, as he hides his face in his hands. This is so wrong, he tells himself. But a part of him doesn’t care. He just can’t help it.
He sighs defeatedly, opening his pants. He can see his dick already straining hard against his boxers. He tugs them down quickly. His cock is already leaking, throbbing, urging to get a release.
He watches his hand wrapping around himself, his thumb dragging over his leaking slit. He has to suppress a quiet whimper. Then he drags his fist up and down his shaft, letting his head fall back. His eyes close as he thinks of you. Images of you come into his mind. Your short dress. The way it hugs your ass so perfectly. You licking your finger, sucking on them softly while looking at him inviting. His pace picks up, his hand now working faster. He imagines you walking over to him, your dainty hands caressing his back reassuringly. You, whispering dirty things into his ear, your plump lips hovering above his earshell.
The way his hands would grab you, pushing you forward. Bending you over the counter, flipping up your dress, revealing to him that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. “Filthy girl” he mutters to himself low-voiced, as his fist continues pumping into his increasingly sensitive tip.
Fuck, your pussy is already dripping for him. The way you would let him fuck you, hard. Your pretty moans, your walls spasming around his dick as you cum for him, his name falling from your lips. He squeezes his cock harder at the thought, feeling his orgasm nearing. He pumps faster and faster until he cums with a deep groan. His pace slows, he shallowly pumps his cock as his cum shoots out of him, painting his hand and cock white. He breathes in deeply “fuuuuck” he mutters, seeing the mess he made - all because of you.
“Wow she’s beautiful” Ushjima mumbles to himself, as he watches you standing along the other reporters, asking Kageyama a question. He instantly sees all heads in the room moving towards him, eyes fixed on him. He raises his eyebrows “Uh... did the mic just pick that up?” He wonders surprised, although his voice stays steady as ever.
“Uhm yes” a reporter says. Some are nodding their heads, laughing. He can feel a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. His eyes drift back to you - the person his comment was referring to. His blush is nothing compared to yours.
You’re blushing furiously and your mouth is slightly opened out of surprise. You avert his gaze when you catch his eyes. Kageyama saves the situation by answering your question and the moment is forgotten after a while. But Ushijima doesn’t forget it. No.
When he is back in the locker room with his teammates, you’re the only thing that is on his mind. He has been lusting after you since he laid his eyes on you. Your voice is just so beautiful. He could listen to you asking questions for the whole day. He can’t help but wonder how your voice would sound, whispering sweet nothings to him…
He finds himself alone in the shower; his last teammate leaving to discuss the game in the team meeting. “I’ll be right there” Ushijima calls out. He just has to cool down a little.
He lets the stream of the shower head drum onto his sore back. Droplets run down his muscular body, his olive hair clinging onto his forehead. He turns the water more cold, but he can’t help feeling warmth traveling through his body, as the image of you reacting to his compliment pops into his mind again. The way your innocent eyes looked at him so surprised. Those eyes. You’re just too cute. And the way your mouth has hung open. He wants to make you blush like this again. He wants to tease you, to trigger such a reaction again.
He feels heat traveling down to his cock. He sighs, turning the water even colder. But no amount of coldness could wash away his hot thoughts of you. He takes ahold of the shower gel, rubbing his large hands on his abdomen, over his muscular arms, trying to distract himself. But he can’t help wondering how your dainty hands would feel, traveling up and down his body, feeling him up. The way you would look so tiny next to his large frame. The way he his hands would travel over your body.
He sighs, feeling his increasingly hardening cock throbbing at the thought of you. He has to do something about this, he just can’t calm it down. His hand travels down to his dick. He takes it into his hands, gripping on it tightly as his fist starts to pump up and down his shaft. His other hand steadies him on the wall as he looks down at his thick dick in his hand.
He imagines you standing here with him; water streaming down your naked body, making you so wet and slippery. His hands could encompass you, caressing your perfect body thoroughly. His hand continues dragging along the length of his twitching cock, feeling the lust taking completely over his body. The way he could explore your body. His large hands kneading your pretty boobs, your ass. He wonders what your pussy looks like, how you would taste, how wet you would be for him. Fuck. The thought of the taste of your arousal on his tongue elicits him a deep groan.
His fist squeezes his cock tighter, his bicep flexing as he increases his pace. He imagines him kneeling behind you, kneading your ass, spanking you as he eats you out, tasting you, making you cum for him.
He closes his eyes, imagining sinking himself deeply into you; your soaking walls fluttering around him. How your innocent eyes would roll into the back of your head as he thrusts into you, hard and fast - not so innocent anymore.
His eyebrows furrow as he feels his orgasm nearing. His hand focuses on his swollen tip as he pumps faster. He imagines your walls spasming around him, as he cums into you, spilling his semen into you, filling you up. A low grunt escapes his panting mouth as his hips thrust into his fist a few times until his thick cum spills out of him. His hot semen is instantly getting washed away by the stream of water, seeping away, down the drain. He lets go of his thick dick, having to clean his body of his spent. He can't wait to see you again.
embarrassing sex moments
warnings: second hand embarrassment(?), nsfw, mention of rough sex
kenma, kyotani, & ushijima x gn!reader
requested by anon
- oh boy…
- okay so he cums too early but like— he’s embarrassed about it so he just keeps going
- and he gets whiny bc he didn’t know overstimulation was a thing
- so you have to stop him and ask what’s wrong, he reluctantly tells you the truth with a red face, so you gotta reassure him
- ngl… he tears up at your reassurance
- you let him know that there are plenty of ways he can help and you kinda have to guide him through it
- but <3 he gets real good at it real quick
- not sure if this is embarrassing but—
- he was fucking you so hard that the bed broke
- like the frame just snapped. he had to stop because the broken frame put you two in such an awkward position.
- not to mention… y’all came right when the bed broke…
- you, of course, teased him about it
- but the poor baby was frustrated and embarrassed
- but after some comforting, the two of you eventually got cleaned up and started hauling the broken frame to the dumpster
- maybe this wasn’t embarrassing for him? but it was for you.
- he was so silent. like he didn’t make a peep. it made you feel like you weren’t doing good.
- so you stopped him, and of course told him how you felt.
- it was dead silent for a moment. it made you feel awkward of course.
- but he just looked surprised and then continued what he was doing.
- this time he DID make noise. which was really hot. like cum in an instant hot.
- after y’all finished, he told you that he was afraid you might’ve been weirded out by his moans and grunts— you had to tell him how hot he sounded.
THEIR FAVOURITE PLACE TO KISS YOU:
characters: atsumu, kuroo, osamu, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi.
a/n: a super quick haikyuu hc post bc I miss writing for them a lot. 17+
Atsumu: your lips. Did you expect a different answer? You shouldn’t have, because there is no other place dear Miya Atsumu likes more. He thinks your lips are pretty — a forever hyper-fixation of his — and is addicted to the sweet taste of your chapstick too. Of course, he’s a little shit with it all, smirking knowingly as he quickly pulls you into an embrace and placing an intentionally loud and messy smack to your lips with an audible ‘mwah’ before you even know what’s happening — honestly it’s the kind of kiss that has you cringe as you fight to wipe it off, only to have him gasp and whine, “what? Are ya too good for ma love now, baby? Just say ya don’t love me and break up with me already.” Which obviously is all just a show but the only way to wipe that dramatic pout off his lips is for you to give in and kiss him more.
Kuroo: your forehead. For him being the tall bastard he is, it’s the easiest place for him to reach and when you ask why he chooses that particular spot, he’ll cheekily explain to you, “babe, it’s because your forehead is just one, huge, gigantic target for me to aim for,” with a quick peck placed to the center before lingering there for a moment or two with a soft smile as he revels in the faint smell of your shampoo — until you slap his chest and tell him off. Tetsu’s generous with forehead kisses too; He’ll give them in passing, give them as you slow dance in the living room after a long day, give them when you bring him lunch at the office. Kuroo will give you forehead kisses whenever he wants — which is often — because it is so damn easy too. Truth be told, it’s also so happens to be his favourite form of hello and goodbye; a kiss that he gives you as he is leaving for work in the early morning and you’re still asleep in bed — there’s a fond smile on his face and a gentle warmth in his eyes as he watches you snore — and as he places a gentle affectionate kiss to your forehead, against the skin he’ll whisper, “see you later, beautiful, don’t miss me too much while I’m gone,” (but he’ll come back home and kiss your forehead again only to tell you for the millionth time, “by the way, you snore in your sleep.”)
Osamu: your cheeks. Osamu is absolutely obsessed with your cheeks and you cannot tell me otherwise. He likes to see them stuffed full of food, loves to see them highlighted with your smile, and loves to pinch them between his fingers. So, it only makes sense that his favorite place to kiss you would be on your cheeks… in fact he would have immense trouble restraining himself from placing an abundance of little pecks to your face. I also happen to be a firm believer that after kissing your cheeks, ‘samu will most definitely bite them, nothing hard or painful but just an affectionate nip; and when you go to complain he’ll quickly shut you up with a lazy smirk and a, “nah, this was what ya signed up for when you agreed to date me. if ya don’t want me to love on ya, stop bein’ so damn cute,” before blowing a raspberry against the warm skin. There is absolutely no room to bargain, he will kiss and bite your cheeks. End of story.
Suna: your neck. Suna is a cuddler through and through, he likes spending hours upon hours lying in your arms and watching youtube videos, movies, tv shows, or just napping. And just like Kuroo, when he finds himself in that situation— which is honestly pretty often with Rin — your neck is the easiest spot for him to reach. He’ll just happily rest there, placing feather light kisses and breathing in the remaining scent of any perfume you wear. The kisses will be so gentle that they almost tickle and when you squirm a little — completely disrupting him in the middle of his quiet affection— he will frown at your audacity to move and of course complain, “stop moving and go to sleep, dummy” as if he wasn’t purposely staying awake just to kiss you for a little longer.
Bokuto: your nose. Your nose, your nose, your freaking nose. Bo will coo and gasp and most definitely squeal like a teenage girl after he litters a flurry of pecks across your skin. Cute lil’ Kou with wide eyes full of love, absolutely adores the way your nose scrunches up when he places kisses there; he thinks you look absolutely beautiful and will have no trouble telling you so. He’ll grasp your face between his large, warm hands and whisper, “baby, you’re so cute, you’re going to make my heart explode,” in near tears of pure awe. And it is never just one kiss with him, Bokuto is a man of never-ending affection, so best believe (and prepare) that you’ll spend the next five minutes being subjected to copious amounts of affection — not that you’re complaining.
Iwaizumi: the back of your hand. In my opinion, Iwa isn’t a man super into any form of PDA. Out of everyone here, he is definitely more so on the shyer side when it comes to displays of affection, but he absolutely will not hesitate to place several kisses to the back of your hand when the opportunity presents itself, most of the time whilst his hand is intertwined with yours. Truly, it is all subconscious, Hajime doesn’t even realize he does it which makes it all so much cuter. Although, you’ll know when he is about to kiss you, because he always squeezes your hand in a gentle succession of three; squeeze, squeeze, squeeze and then he’s pulling your hand towards his lips. He’d definitely blush if you were to mention anything, but all your harmless teasing would get you is another harmless grumble of, “keep talking and you’ll get nothing from me ever again.” It doesn’t worry you too much though because you both know he could never stay away from giving you kisses for too long. He loves you far too much for that.
Kuroo’s is so long compared to everyone else’s whoopsie 😳
Fighting with kiyoomi is more than just a few cusses and venomous words.
Hell, the process of fighting with Kiyoomi isn’t much more than that, two stubborn hearts who yearn for only each other while their minds refuse to give in, it’s quite a quick beat of actually fighting before you two throw in the towel and go to bed.
Well. He goes to bed and you try to sleep on the couch, yet miraculously wake up on your side of the bed, arms tossed around Kiyoomi. Completely subconscious, you ogre, you snarl at him.
For breakfast, while he’s in the shower (taking his sweet time to use up all the hot water), you’re making his lunch with a small dessert, which you draw an angry face on it with frosting, completing it with a note that says “I hope you trip” with a matching angry face.
When he finally comes out of the shower, dressed and completely avoiding your gaze- no, he wasn’t looking at you when you happened to see him whip his head away, shut up- he packs up his gym back, his keys, his phone and his lunch, finally deciding to head to work.
“Heading out to work, asshole,” he mumbles, but he does lean down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Okay- drive safe, fuckface.” Your hand rests against the hand that he’s propped against.
“I will- hope you choke on your smoothie.”
“Rot in hell, Omi.”
“Not without taking you with me.”
Because even if you two can’t bear to see each other, the stubborn heart of yours will still make its love known, even if it’s in unconventional ways. Even if the words change, the message means the same thing: “be safe, I love you, even if I’m mad at you.”
“I hate you too; see you tonight?”
“Of course. Dumbass.”
I love you. And I’ll be here. No matter what.
The process of fighting with Kiyoomi isn’t much more than cusses and venomous words, but the aftermath of getting the last word while still being so in love with each other can drag on for days.
But as long as you still got each other’s message? Who even cares?
“you’re the only person i’ve ever loved,” he whispers in your ear, rocking you two back and forth under the dim yellow kitchen light (that he definitely needs to change). his bare, warm, broad chest pressed against you as he engulfs you in a bear hug. he smiles as laughter erupts from you.
“not even your own mother?” you interrogated, knowing he would move mountains for her.
“well obviously i love her too, idiot. just let me be nice,” he grumbles sarcastically as he pinches your arm. quiet kisses land all over the top of your head as he showers you in affection. not that he never does, but this way is out of character. he doesn’t care that his friends make fun of him for how devastatingly in love with you he is, because they know just as well as him that he would be lost without you.
iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, sakusa, osamu, kuroo, tanaka, suna
messy eater — miya atsumu.
warnings — f. reader, f. receiving oral sex, ass slapping, face-sitting, praise.
i’m only posting this to get it out of my system after seeing him in the new chapter before i disappear again bye.
miya atsumu was a messy eater, you always found yourself constantly picking rice from his cheeks whenever you ate out or cleaning off sauce from his chin. but he didn’t mind getting messy if he was enjoying himself, like now— when your slick is glistening along the side of his cheeks and lower half of his face as you hear him groan from his place below you, face pushed between your thighs as you grind down on his tongue, your juices dripping down and pooling onto the sheets below him.
atsumu’s fingers flex into the flesh of your hips everytime your thighs tighten around him, platinum blonde hair and toned torso decorated with a thin sheen of sweat as he pulls you closer— burying himself deeper into you like he’s a man starved finally tasting his first meal in months.
“ya taste fuckin’ amazin, gorgeous—fuck” You hear the blonde mumble under his breath before he buries himself back between your thighs. the smooth, low tone of his voice sending vibrations of bliss straight to your clit as your hips twitch from the sudden jolt of pleasure, pulling an airy whimper from the man below you as your fingers smooth through his platinum strands, your needy hole clenching around his tongue as he dips it into your walls.
“so fuckin’ sweet, yer fuckin’ killin’ me, angel.” atsumu moans shakily, pulling away momentarily to smooth his thick fingers between your glistening folds before spreading them lewdly and diving back in, slurping and smacking at your essence as he drinks in the very taste of you that has his thick cock twitching between his thighs, beads of precum gathering at the tip but he pays no mind to it— his mind only focused on his objective of feeling you creaming around his tongue.
he feels sticky, the air in the room heavy and warm as he laps at your clit— atsumu’s flushed from his cheeks to his chest, the muscles in his pretty abdomen tightening everytime your hips rolls against his face as he focuses on not losing himself in you completely, but he needs more, he needs it messier.
his fingers smooth over the flesh of your ass before he grabs at the skin, pulling you deeper against him as he groans almost animalistically before one of his large palms pull back only to come down heavy against your ass a few seconds later. The impact so sudden that you would’ve jolted forward if it wasn’t for atsumu’s grip on your ass, kneading at the reddening flesh before he pulls back again—burying himself deeper into you everytime your hips jolt forward against his already merciless mouth, the twitch in your body allowing him to push his tongue even further past your folds to dip into your hole, lewd squelching noises filling the room as he fucks you with the muscle.
“that’s what am fuckin’ talkin’ ‘bout, baby—shittttt.” The blonde mumbles, words muffled against your folds as he lands another heavy smack onto the warm flesh of your ass. He feels lightheaded at the arousal pooling in his stomach, his fat cock aching for any sort of friction but he’s so content with losing himself in you instead. atsumu wraps his lips around your clit before sucking into his mouth, allowing his tongue to flatten and roll the sensitive bud so he can feel you jerk sensitively in his hold, his large palms rocking you against his mouth as he groans low and gravely against you once more.
“that’s ma girl, good girl—fuck, that’s it. fuckin’ use me—k-keep goin’ gorgeous.” atsumu almost growls, his words becoming even more breathless and needy and you feel the coil in your stomach twist and tighten when you look behind you to watch the way his own hips twitch at the idea of you cumming on his face, paired with the pressure of you grinding down on his tongue as he feels the room spin.
his movements are almost desperate, every swipe of his tongue, every grumble or low, gravelly groan sending shockwaves to your clit, igniting your nerves with pleasure and your skin feels like it’s on fire when the pleasure races through you while you hear atsumu’s own deep, needy groans against your cunt between suckling noises and smacks— your thighs trembling either side of him. “fuck, tsumu—’” you babble through pouty lips, your clit knocking against his nose with every uncontrollable buck of your hips as you drag yourself along his mouth, a mixture of his spit and your arousal drenching the sheets below you as his palm comes heavy against your ass once more— the loud smack getting lost in the mixture of both your needy moans.
“holy shit, baby—f-fuck.” atsumu breathes heavily before you jolt when you feel him suck your clit between his teeth, nibbling on the sensitive bud before your orgasm suddenly washes over you and you become rigid, your thighs tightening around his cheeks in response. but instead of pulling away he only wraps his toned arms around your hips, his tongue dipping into feel your walls clamping desperately around him as he slurps and drinks in everything you have to offer him.
you feel your body finally slacken as you ride out your orgasm, your hands trembling as you grab onto the headboard to try and steady yourself while atsumu continues to bathe your clit in messy kitten licks, shooting aftershocks through your body—his face sticky and messy with your essence as you feel him grin, handsome and pink cheeked beneath you.
you pant softly as you try to catch your breath, smoothing your hands through the sweat slicken, platinum hair underneath you as you prepare to climb off, but your thoughts are cut off completely when you shriek at the feeling of the blonde speeding up his ministrations again, his hold on you still tight as he lands another hard smack against the already warm flesh of your ass. atsumu’s heavy, amber eyes glance up at you as he grumbles from between your legs once more, his usual playful, teasing tone returning to his words despite the trembling undercurrent that follows.
“come on, baby. ya should know better, I ain’t had enough of ya yet.”
gray sweats | minors do not interact, f!reader, smut
purposely walks around the house with his hand over his stomach causing his skin to be teasingly exposed, with his hair frazzled from his nap... or those that have the audacity to walk around without a shirt — torso naked as he showcased off the fine lining of his abs and the dentures of his muscles, simply lounging around with the perfect pair of gray sweats that visibly highlighted his softened cock, but also his firm but plump ass.
making his way over to the kitchen to make himself a bowl of cereal, to lean against the kitchen island as he watched you with a brow raised, awfully pleased to see you squirm as you tried to hide your clenched thighs... to see your flustered expression despite having done much more, and touching much more than just seeing him half naked.
feeling his cock slowly harden from the sight in front, where his predatory instincts to rapture you up alive involuntary kicked in. with his pupils dilated and eyes fixated on you, with a race of his heart as he tried to keep composure from merely jumping at you and taking you right down and there — face plastered to the dinner table with your breasts pressed upon the cold surface.
feeling a tingle travel up his spine as he put his bowl down... with his arms crossed against his chest, and with a smirk to his face he’ll chuckle as he watched you nervously bounce about simply unable to make eye contact with him. and walking towards you as he wholly covered your body, shielding you from behind, with his arms caging within...
with his teeth nibbling at your ears, as the sound of his breath sent goosebumps all over your body, causing you to shiver at his touch as his fingers traveled down under your panties to paint circles to your hardened bud.
“baby, so wet for me... I want to be inside you and fuck you here, can I hmm?”
and truth be told, you both already fucked... and never was once ever enough for him.
atsumu, iwaizumi, kuroo, matsukawa, hanamaki, suna, osamu, meian, bokuto
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