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lingeriae · 8 months

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THE MORNING AFTER

warnings - very suggestive, reader is black and female, cursing, ass slapping, takes place in college, reader and aran are aged up to 21+

aran ojiro, one of the most popular and handsome man on the volleyball team and the whole entire campus. he stands six feet tall, and his skin wa smooth to the touch, with no blemishes are no marks, only a bit of hair below his chin and above his top lip that had women and men feeling weak in the knees. his muscles had boyfriends feeling insecure, and his ass had girlfriends envious with it's round and plumpy look. full lips were always pulled into a pretty, panty-dropping smile, the white teeth --sometimes adorning gold-- that flashed with it didn't even help the case. to put it simply, everyone, their mother --and fathers wanted aran ojiro, and you were no exception to that.

maybe that's why he was in your bed. naked back moving up and down as he breathed, the scratches you had no doubt left on his back causing you to cringe as you looked at him from your position on the bed. you gripped the sheets to your chest tighter as you watched him shift for a minute, exhaling deeply when he didn't seem to be awake.

"damn." you muttered quietly, eyes raking up and down his brownskin with amazement, bottom lip now between your teeth as you lifted up your covers and nodding in understanding when you saw his ass, women had a right to be jealous. with a deep breath you slowly slid yourself off the bed, trying your best not to wake the man beside you, smiling big when you suceeded before running off into your bathroom.

you had to take a minute to actually convince yourself that you actually slept with thee aran ojiro. now, no insecure shit, of course you thought highly of yourself, with a face and body like that why wouldn't you! but unlike some of the other players, aran didn't fool around with girls like that, you'd be lucky if he even smiled at you, let alone pound you all the way into next week. your hands worked to tie your braids into a ponytail before taking up your toothbrush, cursing under your breath at the fact that you forgot to put on a bonnet, but who could blame you when you were getting fucked by one of the sexiest men on campus?

smiling, you spat the foam out of your mouth, rinsing your mouth which had you bending over the sink and no longer looking in the mirror, if you were looking in the mirror you would notice the naked figure walking towards you, eyes on your ass and pussy that peaked from the material of your towel. he licked his lips before pressing against you, slightly smirking at the way you jumped and immediately straightened up, eyes wide as you meet his in the mirror.

"oh..." you said, averting your gaze from his to the toothbrush in your hand, moving to put it in the cup, your breath hitching when aran's hands drag up your towel to rest against your waist, nibbling on your lower lip before meeting his eyes in the mirror. "hi?" it was said so softly, that if he wasn't so close to you he woulcn't have heard it, but he did and ti caused his lips to tug up further.

"hey," the raspiness of his voice isn't unexpected, but it still causes you to shudder and look away fom him again, focusing on the veins that run along his arms. aran licks his lips, eyes on the hickey that sat prettily on the side of your neck, his grip on your hips loosens momentarily to spin you around so that your ass rests against the counter instead of his crouch and your towel presses against his muscular chest. not knowing where to put your hands, you rest them on your chest looking up at aran through your lashes. "got tired of starin at me?"

your face flushed with heat at his words, rolling your eyes at his words you place a hand on his chest. "your not all that, relax." you lied, feeling his chest vibrate when he laughed.

it was quiet when he stopped, his eyes dragging down to your lips before slowly up to your face, the hands on your hips tightening their grip as he leans to press his lip against yours.

the action was quick, but it still had your knees slightly buckling and a lovesick smile to make its way unto your face. "you have any classes tomorrow?" he askes causing you to raise an eyebrow at him, fingers twisting the silver chain that rests against his naked chest.

"nah, why?"

he rolls his eyes. giving your hips a gentle squeeze, "cause I wanna take you out, duh. thought you were supposed to be smart?"

kissing your teeth, you remove your hands from his chest and fold the over yours. looking away from him you try your best not to smile, "ion know. y other man might wanna--" giggling fell from your lips at the slap he gave your ass, eyebrows draw together as he looked down at you with a blank expression, you gave him an innocent smile while your fingers traced the hair above his top lip.

"don't even play like that." he mumbled, pulling you against him so there was no space left between the two of you. he closed his eyes for a minute, taking in the comfortable silence that surrounded the both of you before your giggling interupted it.

"bae, why you tryna hug me with your dick out?" aran only opened on of his eyes, looking down at you with a serious expression.

"cause ima put it in you, duh."

#x black reader #hq x black reader #hq🌟#hq x reader #hq aran #hq x you #haikyuu fluff #haiykuu #x reader #x black fem reader #black y/n #aran ojiro #aran x black reader #aran x black y/n #aran x reader

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thyluvcupix · 9 months

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I think this proves the point they where making perfectly💀

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loveephia · 1 year

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TOO ATTRACTED | kita shinsuke

sypnosis: in which kita is crushing over you, his wife, all over again.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, kita admits his "troubles" to the reader, he's so romantically dense it's cute, round-cheeks-kita headcanon, aran is mentioned, sorta sucky writing and a reuse of certain phrases and actions from my older posts, timeskip, inspired by that one guy on reddit.

⚠ warning/s: none.

kita shinsuke is starting to feel like he did during his high school years again.

he doesn't know when or how it came to this, where he can't take his eyes off of you, or how everytime you touch him it feels like electricity, but he's starting to think that he's fallen ill.

his face gets warmer, both figuratively and literally, at the mere sight of you. have you always had this effect on him?

kita can't help but sweat when you're close. the way you snuggle into his side to steal all of his warmth almost made him flinch, as if this wasn't already a daily routine for you two.

every time you surprise him with a long kiss, he feels the need to hold you for support. by the waist, he prefers.

and whenever kita sees you playing with your wedding ring (a habit you developed), his heart swells. it's like a little reminder that he's married to you.

kita is lost in thought, and you just so happened to notice. "shin?" you call from the kitchen. kita faces you and sees you slicing some fruit, "are you okay?" you ask.

kita doesn't nod. maybe he can ask you why he's feeling this way. "can we talk?" kita asks, and you nod, making your way over to the couch, placing the bowl of fruit on the table in front of you. "what's on your mind, love?" you ask.

"love.." the nickname you called him every day, and every other day. he can feel your effect on him taking place already; with the way his heart was beating erratically against his ribcage, and the fact that he tries not to fidget with his own fingers.

"i— uhm.." did he just stutter? "..did you do something with yourself lately?" kita asked. you tilt your head before shaking it, "no, not that i can remember. why do you ask?" you respond.

"then i think i'm coming down with a flu." kita says. you widen your eyes that are filled with nothing but care, "really?" you lean over and gently place your hand under kita's bangs and on his forehead. somehow, the effect you had on him doubled.

his breath hitches from the proximity that he should be used to by now. he patiently waits for you to pull away and give him his diagnosis, but you only shrug. "i don't feel anything out of the ordinary.."

kita sighs, maybe it's best if he just tells you what's on his mind. "i just— i feel like how i did when we still attended high school." he says. you quirk a brow, not properly understanding his point of view, "what do you mean by that, shin?"

"whenever you walk into a room, aran would tell me how red my face got. i feel the need to protect you a lot more lately. not because i think you're incapable of defending yourself, but because i just want to. and when you kiss me.. i feel stiffer than usual." kita rants. "my eyes linger on you a little longer than it should, but i can't help it. you're just.." he pauses, seeing the soft smile on your face as you listened.

"so beautiful." he says, breathless.

you caress his round cheek that happened to be painted with a red hue. "now i'm no psychologist, but i think you're in love with me, shin." you said.

kita blinks at you. "but i've always loved you. why did i start feeling this way again only until recently?"

"how you felt when you were younger was probably just a crush, whereas it all felt new to you. being bashful over the person you like is normal." you explained, "like irina firstein said, "feelings don't dissipate over time, but only get stronger and deeper." so you might've just had a shift in the way you feel love now."

"but, alas, love is pretty weird, no?" you giggle.

kita nods, a small smile making its way on his handsome face.

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rjhpandapaws · 6 days

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Bisexual Ojiro Aran!!

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fl0ating-on-a-star · 1 year

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more stuff since i’ve been gone for so long

#floating #haikyuu smau #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu texts #ojiro aran #aran ojiro #hq aran #haikyuu aran #haikyuu aran ojiro

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fulloffencekurooishotterthanyou · 2 years

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- HOLDING HANDS -

A firm grip that’s protective yet comforting, it grounds you and makes you feel safe, you’ll never get lost when your holding his hand.

Ushijima, Tsukishima, Daichi, Kyoutani, Aran, Iwaizumi, Ennoshita, Kita, Mattsun

A suggestive hold, he’s clutching your hand, guiding it, as your hand roams across his body, hidden from everyone else.

Suna, Kuroo, Osamu, Semi, Atsumu, Oikawa, Futakuchi, Terushima

A light grasp, more like your linking pinkies, gentle reminder he’s there with you, your fingertips always brush against his.

Akaashi, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Sugawara, Aone, Kai, Goshiki, Sakusa, Asahi

A playful clasp where you’re both swinging your arms, fingers interlocked tightly, the happiness and playfulness evident in both your faces.

Bokuto, Yamamoto, Satori, Tanaka, Lev, Hinata, Hanamaki, Koganegawa

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chocopuchino · 7 months

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ARAN OJIRO —> "MY PRETTY ANGEL."

WARNINGS—> 18+ MDNI PLEASE!!

Timeskip!Bf!Aran X afab reader. Loudly-Insecure Fem!Reader. Fem!Reader is intended to be shorter than 186cm/6'1, and smaller in general size than Aran. No she/her pronouns.—> Dom!Aran, possesive!Aran?, sub!reader, praising, size kink, mirror sex, big!cock Aran, rough sex, dumb fucking? (slightly)bratty!stubborn reader, reader loses consciousness... Incorrect female anatomy, expressive reader, unprotected sex, squirting!! overstim?petnames petnames petnames. (lmk if I should include anything else!!)

a/n —> first little thing I'm writing >< English isn't my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes!! I swear i was so confident to write this.. it's pure shit I hate this sm ushjshsjs... M srry I swear, I don't know how to write the Kansai dialect accent in English :((

Inspired by a short Aran Imagine I read a long time ago, dunno where it is though, also by a Japanese hentai manga that I do not remember either. This is not proof read as well, so again, sorry for any parts that don't make sense or any orthographic/grammar mistakes !! Enjoyyyy :DD

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"Should I change? I'm not sure if I should wear this, it doesn't really look....good on me."

You uttered with a sigh, looking at yourself in the mirror of the entrance of your home, closing your lipstick, ready to go out.

You were wearing a gorgeous but simple, satin dress that hugged every curve of yours perfectly. Your hair was done nicely, the minimal makeup on your face looked stunning, but you felt... Insecure and worried about yourself in this state of yours. Would his teammates like you? Would they dislike you? Were you even looking presentable?

You were gonna attend a dinner party to introduce yourself to your boyfriend's teammates, the Tachibana Red Falcons. You've seen them in court and in person sometimes, and have always greeted them with a simple bow and greeting. At last, it was time to actually introduce yourself to your wonderful boyfriend's teammates.

Aran's head immediately looked over to his upper right to look at you, as he was picking out his footwear. With a sigh, he walked over to you, gently placing his calloused hands on your waist, watching your reflection on the mirror.

"Angel... don't say stuff like 'at. The dress looks beautiful on ya. Ya don't need to change it, you'll be fine, I promise."

Aran softly muttered into your ear, as he leant down and peppered the back of your neck with sweet pecks, his chest gently pressing against your back.

"No, Aran. I'm serious. What if your team doesn't like me? Is this dress too much, maybe? Actually, I don't suit this dress. Is my makeup too much? Ugh..."

You babbled and babbled out, as you looked at yourself in the mirror in front of you, with a scoff. Yes, you definitely felt his sweet pecks in the back of your neck, but you were too focused on how you looked, at the moment.

"Angel, im telling you. You look perfect, and the team will definitely love you. Just stop, wouldn'tcha ? Come on, lets get going now. We're gonna be late, pretty."

One of his hands swept up to lightly caress your jaw, as the other gave a slight squeeze on your waist. Even if he had the sweetest, gentlest smile and tone as he whispered, you could notice a slight frustrated groan from him. But, of course, you were too focused on yourself.

"I wont go like this, Aran. Just look at me. I should definitely change, i cant introduce myself like this. This colour doesn't even suit me, and i should've just let my hair down. Oh, the makeup is definitely too much as well."

You complained and complained, and next thing you know, your wet and puffy eyes were flooding with tears, your lipstick smudged, mascara going down your face, feet weren't...well couldn't touch the ground, your somewhat messy hair was down, whimpers, moans, mixed up words coming out of your mouth, as you looked at your reflection in front of the bathroom mirror, your kind, wonderful, gentleman of a husband, currently ramming himself into you with loud and hard thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix at every one.

"Who's ma' pretty angel, huh? who's the- ngh.... -the prettiest girl i know, 'hah? ugh- so fucking tight, baby--"

Aran caught you on that, and as he basically fucked you dumb, his balls slapping against your ass at a relentless pace. He'd softly whisper lovingly into your ear, with low groans and huffs.

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Your back pressed against his broad and hard chest, his hands under your knees picking you up, your dress scrunched up, half-ly clothed body reflecting on the mirror. You tried, tried so hard, to not look at your poor cunt getting slammed by his fucking cock, but the way your walls sucked him in, taking him in so well despite his big size, just made you even more aroused as he ravaged you on: not like you'd ever admit that.

"Such a pretty angel, aren't ya? fuck... C-come on, just look at yourself, angel....agh. Look at how yer 'pretty little- 'cunt takes me in so well, huh?"

With teary eyes, your gaze went down onto your reflection, getting mercissely fucked, a small budge poking in and out of your lower abdomen each thrust, looking at the wonderful sight of your pretty little cunt getting destroyed. I mean, how could he not? When your wet, velvety, soft walls suck him in so well, just how can he not fuck your dumb little brain up? Why shouldn't he fuck your dumb little brain out so it knows you're the prettiest girl? He just doesn't understand. Don't you know you're perfect? The way you're so small, him being able to pick you up by taking you up from under your knees? Just makes his cock throb even more.

At this point, you're not quite sure how you're keeping up, but you're still some how conscious. Usually, Aran's the biggest sweetheart during sex, soft, vanilla, loving sex with him only. But now? You're not even sure if he's fucking you to shut you up, to make sure you know you're the prettiest, or simply just for his pleasure.

A few more thrusts in and you feel a coil tightening inside your stomach, as well as his cock starting to throb inside you. With endlesses babbles and moans of "pleases, too big, i cant, slower" and such, you, well the volleyball player notices you both need to release.

"pretty angel, i-im gonna 'cum...i-inside--'kay? come on, yer doin' amazin'..... cum for me, angel.. at 'ta same time, mhm?"

Squirt, squirt, squirt.

Oh no, now did you just squirt? Cum, actually? Without even warning him? When he told-asked you to cum with him? Ah, that won't do.

As you reached down your high, his throbbing cock still inside you while you orgasm, your walls clenching tightly onto him, you moaned loudly, incoherent babbles coming out of your mouth. Your legs were sore, trembling, your head resting on his shoulder, one of your arms on top of your face as you tried to muffle in your sounds.

"mmh! A-aran- c-cant~! P-please.. a-agh~ mmhf~!!"

Small tears rolling down your cheeks, oh how fucked up your face looked at moment. His thrusts grew slower and deeper, his girthy, long, veiny cock hitting all your g-spots easily, making you clench even harder. You might just pass out at the moment, as you weren't even able to cum properly because of this cock of his, blocking your orgasm and possibly overstimulating you. Low and deep grunts out of him, his sweaty scent invading your sense of smell, making you unable to think about anything else but him and his cock.

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From slow and deep thrusts, to sloppy, sticky and fast thrusts, reaching out for his high. Your eyes were finally able to meet his in the mirror, being able to make the slightest eye contact with him..but you only saw an innocent grin-

Plop.

A really loud yelp, shriek- a moan leaves out of your mouth. Did he- did he just let go of you? Where- where's his hands? H-huh? No, he didn't let go of you, your feet aren't touching the ground. Kinda, your tiptoes are- But you aren't falling either. Then?

Oh.

His cock spurting and pumping you deep inside, he simply let go of his tight grip under your knees, making you hang by his body, just by his cock.

Oh, kinda crazy.

Aran thinks with a soft chuckle, looked at your fucked state in the mirror, letting it react how it needs to: tongue lolled out, spit dripping down your jaw, eyes rolling to the back of your head, body fully trembling, a big bulge poking out of your abdomen, heavy panting coming out of you, probably electric shocks going through your body as his cock basically parts you apart, white liquid oozing out of your pussy within a few seconds.

He knows he's deep. real deep. Maybe a bit too much? After all, he isn't the one feelin' that cock inside him, is he? But yer' not talking. Oh, maybe a bit too much after all.

You don't even- What's happening? he's.. he's really deep. A bit too much. Is his cock going past your cervix, m-maybe? You can absolutely feel his cock spurting inside you, coating your pretty walls white. You're absolutely gone of your mind, and, the electrical shockwaves going through your body probably made you lose unconsciousness.

With an innocent smile and hum, like he didn't just fuck the hell out of someone, he walks over to your bedroom, your body still clinging onto his cock, his hands on your waist now, gently placing you down onto the soft mattress, pulling out, gaining a few twitches from your legs. He tenderly kisses your forehead, brushing your hair out of the way.

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"So, how did'cha look when ya were all dolled up before, love?"

Aran asks with a gentle smile and tone, as looks at you, walking over to you with a warm cup of tea, sitting on the side of the bed, just beside your feet.

You look at him walking over to you, feeling really sore. You weren't wearing the dress any more, instead, a t-shirt of his and some black cotton shorts of yours. Your face felt clean as well, guessing that he probably cleaned you up as you slept through. You take the cup of tea he reached out to you, sipping on it with a hum.

"uhm... I personally didn't look g-"

Just as you were going to continue, you saw a somewhat scary glint in his eyes; getting a few flashbacks from earlier, you quickly shook your head, sipping on your drink again.

"I looked pretty. Really pretty. Perfect even."

With a nod and hum, he ruffled through your hair, caressing your cheek tenderly.

"Of course ya did, My pretty angel."

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It was safe to say you both did not go to the party that night. As you rescheduled it, making it an appropriate time for both of your packed schedules, you couldn't help but wonder..

"Would he fuck me like this, again, if I said my insecurities out loud next time?"

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