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kyunzin · 3 months

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𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

character; 𝐁. 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

cw; he’s so desperate to be inside of you that he humps your backside like a bitch in heat (gn!reader)

tags; somnophilia, dry humping, raw sex, cum eating, mating press, use of baby/ love (to reader)

a/n; I like my new layout it’s kinda cute but it takes ages to do

it’s not his fault that he wakes up and his cock if full in his underwear. he really tries to wait it out hoping it will go down with no attention needed but to his misfortune his need to relieve himself only grows stronger with every passing second.

he knows not awake you as its too early for you to be up and from the steady raise of your chest next to him he can tell you’re in a deep sleep. he doesn’t want to get up and deal with it himself but he also doesn’t want to stay like this and he knows you won’t mind if he uses you to ease himself.

it’s an easy task rolling you over to your side as you sleep unaware of his problems, propping himself directly behind you. the sigh of slight relief he lets out when his cock presses against the groove of your ass is enough to cause you to stir but not enough for you to wake up.

his arm wraps around you and you instinctively lean back into his touch pressing his cock further into your ass the pressure creating a pleasurable sensation to him almost making him moan out loud but he catches himself quickly.

with the both of you in a steady position he starts to grind his cock into the groove of you’re ass at a slow pace, pressing his head into the back of your inhaling you’re scent as he rocks his hips into you. the stimulation to his cock has precum spilling out the tip of his dick which is sure to stain the fabric of his underwear creating a wet patch.

at first the slow drag of his hips is enough to satisfy him but it soon isnt enough for him and he reaches for his underwear pulling it down to rest under his balls letting it hang free between the two of you before resuming his previous actions. the feel of your soft underwear rubbing against he raw cock has him shuddering in pleasure a low moan “shit, feels so fucking good” falling from his mouth his hips rutting into you quicker than before.

with the way his hips rut against yours, the fabric of your underwear is enough to have him lose control of himself letting out a string of “oh f-fuck, fuck, fuck!” into the back of your neck, pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck while he roughly ruts into your backside, causing the bed to subtly shake with him.

it’s only now that you start to wake up due to the volume of his moans though you’re barely awake to register what’s happening and by the time you catch on to what he’s doing he’s already cumming hard body shaking, his grip on you tightening but not enough to bruise as ropes of his cum spill onto your lower back and underwear. you can hear him letting out apologetic chants of “m’ sorry, couldn’t help it. m’ so sorry fuck, I’ll clean you up baby, I promise”

having been together for so long means you know that cumming once won’t be enough for him. so when he rolls you over onto your stomach and pulls down your underwear, it’s no surprise when he easily slips his cock into you with a sharp thrust accompanied with an apology of “I’m sorry. promise I’ll be done after this baby, you don’t have to do anything, please can I?”. he ask as if he isn’t already sinking into you.

the only reason he’s able to slip in with ease is because he had spent the night before fucking you raw for hours. after coming home from his match with a lot of unreleased energy. usually he would be worn out after a match but today was different because his team had won the match quicker than expected.

he had spent his time fucking you in multiple positions but ended with you in a mating press, your legs held behind your ears with him pumping you full of his cum alongside the other loads he had shot into earlier watching as your stomach inflated.

when he was done with that he spent some time eating out your cum and kissing it back into your mouth for you to swallow, repeating the process until he was sure that he had cleaned you out watching as your hole gaped at him smiling stupidly at his work.

he wastes no time in pushing bulldozing his cock into your stretched heat watching the way you swallow him all the way to the hilt as he hits your sweet spot with every hard drive of his hips. you find it endearing how he lets out little rambles of “m’ so fucking sorry, didn’t want to wake you, oh god. does it feel good for you baby? fuck it feels real f-fucking good, keep sucking in my cock like this and I won’t last long”

the feel of your walls pulsating around him as well the sound of your voice as you cum sending him over edge, one of his hands griping the headboard in front of you catching himself as he lean over you his hips lower half resting on you as he shoots his thick load into you once again.

once he knows he finished he pulls out first licking the drying cum of your back then quickly and flips you over with care looking at your inflated stomach and fucked out face bending your legs down to your ears so that he can suck the cum out of your puffy hole swallowing it himself instead of feeding it to you.

when he’s sure that he’s cleaned you out properly he finds a clean pair of underwear and slips it on you effortlessly, tucking you back into bed watching as you seamlessly fall back asleep. finally feeling satisfied he changes his underwear for a clean pair as well and makes his way into the kitchen to start breakfast for the two of you with a stupid smile on his face.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

@tyunixia @riowmie

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forusomimiya · 4 months

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@shojislady ship & prompt: “Suck” w/ Shoyo Hinata ˚₊˚✧🍊✧˖°☀️

“This cock isnt going to suck itself”

Wow. Did he really say that?

Well… nothing new. This bastard must have learned something new on his trip to Brazil that he's come to teach it to you by having you there, kneeling under his feet, with him just sitting on the couch, shirtless, looking at you like the fun toy you are.

"Suck”

But before that, you smirked as you watched him dominate you, believing it to be almost nil. Because yes, to you he would always still be a poor innocent boy incapable of ruling over anyone.

"You´re enjoy it?" you asked daring him with your glance, and all because you knew he might try to hide his innocence but not his shyness. It always ended badly. For him, of course.

"Yeah… only you know how I like it" And there he was, "discreetly" covering his face, avoiding direct contact with your eyes, biting the back of his hand as he struggled not to raise his hips every time his tip touched the beginning of your throat. "Shit—"

His other hand, which rested propped on the seat of the couch next to him, clutched at the cloth and squeezed as you pushed him over the edge one more time.

"Again?" you asked him.

"No… Don't do it ag—" Too late. The spasms of his cock screamed for you to sink into him and stay there, feeling him trembling as your heat hugged him and dripped into your mouth. You helped yourself with one of your hands to hold him deeper. You knew he liked it. You just had to see the way, dejectedly, he let his head fall back and his chest caught air a little more and more. "I'm just right there… just right there just right there…"

He turned to look at you and cursed himself for it.

"Oh fuck, you´d better swallow it" he said, and dropped his head again as at last his hips moved freely and rammed your mouth.

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hoesoflamentation · 8 months

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𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖐𝖞𝖚𝖚 𝖒𝖊𝖓 + 𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖊𝖝

FEATURING !! oikawa tooru, hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, ukai keishin

all are gn!reader (i use "hole" when discussing penetration). characters are adults. please read the individual warnings for each character!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

𝖔𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖜𝖆

FEELS LIKE PENT-UP RAGE !!

WARNINGS !! dirty talk/strong language, penetrative s3x, creampie

"You miss this cock, baby?" Oikawa taunts, ramming into your aching hole from behind. "You been thinkin' about me when you touch yourself, all alone at night? Wishing I'd come over and make a mess of your pretty little hole?" Overcome with the sensation of his cock curving inside of you, all you can do is give in: "Yes, Tooru, yes!" Oikawa fucks you with all the pent-up rage he's been harboring since the breakup; all the green-eyed envy he's clung to as he's imagined you riding another man to your climax. Like you, he tried to get over you by getting under someone new... but it fills him with unspeakable anger to imagine you doing the same. Each time Oikawa has the intrusive thought of you screaming another man's name -- with the same lips you used to wrap around his cock, no less -- he thrusts deeper and harder inside of you, until your eyes fill with tears. But for all his arrogance, Oikawa has to admit he needs you just as badly as you need him. With every buck of his hips, he lets out a deep groan that betrays just how badly he's missed this... how badly he's missed you. For months, Oikawa had simply been going through the motions: swiping right, sliding into someone new, slipping his clothes back on, and sneaking out in the middle of the night. But as he pumps his cum into you in hot spurts, hugging you around the waist, he wonders if what he's really been searching for has been this -- has been you -- all along.

𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖆

FEELS LIKE MUSCLE MEMORY !!

WARNINGS !! cheating, blowjob, deepthroating

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Hinata whispers, for what has to be the dozenth time. By now, you know him well enough to know what he's really asking: 'are you sure you want me?' And what a dumbass, you think to yourself. Even though it's wrong, even though he has a girlfriend waiting for him downstairs, you have never wanted anything more than you want Hinata right now. But that's one thing you will never say to him out loud. Instead, pressed against your ex in the confines of the closet, you shush him with a kiss and begin unbuckling his belt. "A-ah!" he gasps as his cock springs free from his jeans, surrounded by tufts of soft ginger hair. The party below is soon forgotten as you sink to your knees and take him into your mouth, caressing his shaft with your tongue -- exactly the way he likes it. You know this is how he likes it, because you remember Hinata's body as if it were the words to an old favorite song. "A-ah!" the redhead gasps in surprise as you cup his balls in your hand, your tongue dancing back and forth along his veiny cock. Hinata begins to arch his hips into the motions of your mouth, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck to press himself further down your throat. He breathes deeply, as if to commit your scent to memory, and releases a moan. "God, Y/n, I've been wanting this for so long," Hinata babbles. "I've thought about this every day since we broke up... I can't even cum without thinking about you."

𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆

FEELS LIKE YOU BELONG !!

WARNINGS !! cheating, dubcon, making out, marking, posessive!tsukki

Tsukishima drags you out of the restaurant, away from your new boyfriend and his friends; his hand locked around your wrist like a steel cuff. Indignantly, you tear your arm from his group and shout, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Without missing a beat, Tsukishima snaps back, "I'm taking you home with me!" Quietly, he adds, "...where you belong." You fall silent, unsure of what to say. If you weren't still in love with him, you might have turned around, gone back inside, and reassured your boyfriend that nothing was going on between the two of you. Except that wouldn't be the truth, would it? You knew it the moment you saw Tsukishima: it wasn't over yet. Maybe that's why, the moment you crawl into the backseat of the Uber, you can't keep your hands off each other. Tsukishima initiates the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours in a dance that feels like sparring. His hand slips up your thigh, squeezing it with a possessive grip; Tsukishima sucks on the delicate skin of your collarbone, leaving an abundance of hickeys as if to say 'Kei was here.' "Mine," he mumbles into your clammy skin. "All mine." And you don't correct him. Because regardless of what happens next, in this moment, your heart belongs to him.

𝖚𝖐𝖆𝖎

FEELS LIKE COMING HOME !!

WARNINGS !! penetrative s3x, creampie, cigarette smoking (ukai, not reader)

It isn't like you to show up on your ex's doorstep in the pouring rain. You feel like some kind of pathetic romcom character, but you will yourself to knock anyways. Ukai answers the door in nothing but your favorite pair of gray joggers, looking like a man who hasn't slept in weeks. "Keishin, I... I fucked up," you admit sheepishly, cheeks surging with heat at the sight of his bare torso. "I never should have left. Please, let me come home." Ukai seems surprised to see you, but not as surprised as you are when he pulls you into a deep kiss, cradling your face delicately in his hands. When you were together, the sex was always great -- but the way he holds you this time is different; more sacred somehow. Ukai doesn't fuck you: he makes love to you, his lips lingering on every dimple and fold of your bare skin; his hands tangling intimately in your hair, refusing to break eye contact with every thrust of his hips. As he's about to cum inside of you, Ukai leans in and whispers in your ear: "God, Y/n, you're perfect... I wish I never let you go." Afterwards, Ukai lights a cigarette, and the air between you grows heavy with unspoken words. "There's the door," he says, feigning nonchalance. "You can leave whenever you want." But despite the lingering awkwardness and his can't-be-assed expression, you know him better than anyone -- and you can tell from the tone of his voice that he wants you to stay. Wordlessly, you curl up on his chest, and the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

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satwru · 2 years

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cw size kink, nsfw//

kuroo is big. in every aspect of the word; his hands, his body, his cock, everything. he loves making you feel small around him and pretends it doesn’t turn him on. comparing hand sizes, feeling how small your body is when he hugs you, even little things like picking you up, or when you sit on his lap, he adores it. but still, his favorite is how he can easily toss you over during sex, taking every chance he can to overpower you. how he can lift you up to bounce on his cock standing up, holding your hips to be in control of every thrust. also pinning both of your hands to bed with only one of his to hold you in place, smiling while you struggle to take all of him, and sneakily sliding a hand to your neck to slightly apply pressure. he loves it all a little too much.

#this may have so many grammar mistakes but that’s all i can think ab today #he’ll never leave my mind #i need to sleeeeeeep #kuroo drabble #kuroo imagine #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo x gn! reader #kuroo x m!reader #kuroo x f!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq thirst #haikyuu thirst

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hoshigray · 10 months

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i’m not sure if you’re currently writing for ushijima but if you are/will, could u write something smutty about reader telling him that they have an oral fixation 🤞 (i haven’t really seen any of your works for ushijima so i’m quite curious about how you write him. love your toji works, btw! <3)

Mouth on Body Experience

Oml you're my first HQ!! request, noonie! :00 Tbh with you, I never posted any of my HQ!! works because it was during a time when I was on and off with writing (not to mention it was chara x chara stuff bc I wasn't into x reader stuff back then), so this surprised me when I saw it in my inbox, lol. But I love Ushijima sm, like he's so cool and is definitely one of my top characters in the entire series!! Hope I did him justice in my writing since it's been so long, ty for this prompt! o(≧▽≦)o

Also, s/o to my wonderful mootie, @cu7ie, for helping me out with this!! I hope your day is going swell and wish nothing but good vibes your way~~ ☆ mwah-mwah!!

Cw: Ushijima x reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (m! receiving)/blowjob + handjob; implied first time giving him a bj - teasing; biting/sucking on the body (reader exploring Ushi's body with their mouth) - humping + grinding - tiny overstimulation for Ushi - pet names (baby, love) - kissing/makeout session - minor ball worship - Ushi is a bit confused but supportive - will proofread later :P. Wc: 2.6k

You peek through the door to the bedroom, taking the silence into account despite knowing someone is occupying the space. He prefers silence anyway, so it's no surprise that the television isn't even on. The only things that bring life into the room are the warm colors of the sunset painting the walls and your boyfriend sitting on the edge of his bed.

Having Wakatoshi Ushijima as your boyfriend is one of the many mysteries to the world and you. As many outside observers would think, being in a relationship with the guy has been quite a journey. Not to say that is a bad thing, though. If anything, it's been going rather well.

Going into the relationship knowing you'd be dating one of the world's Olympic powerhouse volleyball players was intimidating enough. Yet, it's a different story actually meeting and talking with him in person, his fierce aura adequate to suffocate you then and there. But as the days go by and things calm down, you two slowly but surely feel comfortable in each other's presence. You start acting like a couple and expressing your love naturally.

You knock on the door, waiting for his permission before proceeding inside. When you hear his voice call to you, you move past the entrance and enter his room.

On the edge of the bed sat Ushijima in his usual comfortable house wear comprising of a plain white tee and sweatpants. His eyes focused on the item in his hands, a book that his eyes diligently skimmed from page to page. His concentration doesn't hinder until he notices you walking up to him, his face lifted slightly to look at your figure entirely.

"Hey," you greet him, to which he returns with an incline of his head. "What're you reading?"

"It's the book you left here last night," his deep voice still has you hard to believe, but it's become a welcoming timbre in your everyday life and is now something you love to hear. "I saw the reviews on the back and it had me interested."

You lift a brow. "You read the reviews on the cover?"

He lifts a brow in return. "Are they meant to be ignored?"

The giggle is stifled, trying to exit your lips. So thorough. "No, no, you can read them. Most people will read because of a cover or if the writer is their favorite." Your boyfriend watches you sit beside him, leaning against his shoulder as he returns to his reading. I bet he's gonna read the author's notes at the end when he's done.

You chuckle at your own joke, but Ushijima doesn't pay any mind, just putting an arm around your waist to keep you close to him. The two of you relish in each other's company; the warm hues peeking through the window blinds cover your backs with an imperceptible blanket of warmth.

With the rise and fall of his shoulder, you bask in the sun's dying glow while your breathing syncs with the man next to you. This moment almost fills you with peace, embracing the domestic feel within this space between you and your boyfriend.

But, again, it almost does the job. Because you remember why you even came into his space in the first place and the butterflies in your stomach party to your dreadful dismay.

You peer up to look at Ushijima, who keeps reading until you call for his attention. "Hey, Toshi?" His olive eyes flicker to you when you use his nickname, and your heart skips a bit when he immediately shifts his engagement to you. "C-Can I kiss you?" You don't know why you stammered around your words; it was a simple request, nothing too extreme. It's not like you two have never kissed before, but the idea in your head makes it nerve-wracking.

The tall man displays no reaction outside of a slight lift of a brow, but no words are needed when he places the book down by his side and his hand rest on your soft cheek. Your eyes instinctively close when his face decreases the gap between you, and firm, smooth lips land on your plump own. Just when you would sink into his touch, he withdraws himself from you, leaving a tiny whimper to exit your mouth.

"Can..." Your hand finds its way to the big one on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek's surface. "Can I have another?"

Again, he doesn't use his words, just inclining his head towards you to kiss you. It's a few seconds longer than the last before he removes himself again, only for you to grip his shirt to restrict him. "Another, please..." your voice dials to a whisper, and a soft moan is shared when his lips return to yours. He retires again. "Anoth—"

Before long, Ushijima shushes your pleas with kisses without further approval. His hands bring you closer to him, and — before you know it — he's now on his back to the bed with you straddling him. Large palms roam around your waist and hips while you kiss him back, slowly venturing further down with each hump of the hips to gently grasp your ass.

There's no point in restraining the moans that naturally flee out of your mouth. This is what you wanted; this is what you came to the room for.

Well, to be specific, it's leading to what you came here for.

Throughout this relationship, you have yet to disclose your oral fixation. Perhaps it's because being with a man like Ushijima still intimidates you to share your sexual interests with the man. Nonetheless, it's something you've been longing to share with him. There have been instances where it would sneak in through your intimate moments, yet you choose to stop yourself and not ruin the atmosphere with your boyfriend.

So you've resorted to relinquishing this craving with activities to keep you busy: the usually chewing gum, biting or sucking on your tongue, or chewing on your nails.

Regardless, today is the day you try to initiate this part of your being with Ushijima. You've been dying to have your mouth on his body for the longest time — especially with how attractive and well-built the man is has been driving you crazy.

It all excites you, enthralls you. However, you snap back to reality when you hear a hot groan from the man you're straddling, realizing you're still kissing him. To your horror, finding yourself sucking on his tongue, you quickly exit off the bed. Heavy pants from the two of you fill the bedroom, and your wide eyes look into his hooded dirty gold ones.

"I-I'm so sorry, Toshi!" You're quick to throw apologies his way. "I got a little ahead of myself!"

"Mmm. It's fine." He nonchalantly reassures you, wiping the spit on his lips with the back of his hand.

Yet, you continue to ramble on. "No, really, sorry about that! I got a little carried away. I was thinking too much..."

"Thinking about what?"

Oh shit.

Now why the hell would you put yourself out like that? "Huh?" You try to play dumb despite understanding it won't work on him.

Ushijima exhales through his nose before hoisting himself up from the bed. "It's pointless to back out of something when you're the one who's done it." His blunt words hit like knives to your figure, internally groaning as he stands up in front of you. "What's on your mind, Y/n?"

Oh fuck, I've done it now. There is no way out of this; you'll have to tell him what's been troubling you recently.

"I...I wanna—Okay. So, I have this thing with my mouth, right?" You can tell the expression on Ushijima's face doesn't coincide with the supportive nod. "It's like...It's a habit of mine where I use my mouth on stuff to stimulate myself?" At this point, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Just get this over with, me! I can't take it!!

"So, I've been thinking of...you know," your mind and gut are doing gymnastics, toying with your uncomfortableness to this entire situation. "I want to use my mouth...on your body...."

Olive brown brows furrow and you quickly sprout more nonsense. "Th-That's unless you're okay with it! If you don't think you're okay with it or you feel discomfort, then I won't be hurt in any way! It's totally up to you because I can just—"

"Y/n." Your rambles are muted by the use of your name, his brows still scrunched with an indistinct expression. "I'm not following: why would you want to use your mouth on my body?"

"Well, because," your face gets hot by the second: not just from you revealing your secret, but also your boyfriend asking questions. "I like your body, Toshi. Especially with how nice your physique is, I just kinda want to...play with it a little? Make you feel good..."

Ushijima's facial expression molds to a softer tone when you confess to him, and his eyes drift to the side as if he's searching for the right words to say. It makes you anxious with how in-depth he's taking this into heart, so you squeak when his goldish orbs return to you. "Is it something that I can help with?"

"Umm, yes, yeah!" Confirmation stammers out your lips. "I mean, as long as you're up for it."

He places his hands on your waist to bring you close to him. "I am."

He looks at you with hooded eyes, and the romantic tension from before fills the room. "Yeah?" Your voice winds down to a murmur.

"Yeah." His voice lowers as his head comes down to you, and your lips once again welcome the feel of his.

And with that, Ushijima finds himself back on the bed with you on top of him. You carry more confidence than previously as your kisses become more passionate and hot, teeth bumping into each other and you nibbling on his lip, resulting in abrupt groans.

Your hands venture down to the hem of his shirt, hesitantly raising it inch by inch. And Ushijima notices your desire for access, and a big hand engulfs yours and lifts the shirt to reveal his abdomen and pectorals.

Kisses from the mouth trail down to his neck and clavicle, and he tries to stop himself from moaning to your sweet touches. Your lips pepper all that's exposed to you, quick licks onto his pecs, and gentle bites on his nipples. It's evident now that the man is enjoying your actions, limiting the pleasure in his voice while his hands stick to your waist as his hips rock with yours.

Your hand sneaks down from his well-defined abs to his pelvis, fingers intruding under the band of his sweatpants and brushing against the soft material of his briefs that shield his now erect cock from your mere fingertips. Ushijima hums with his baritone voice, large palms dare calm down to your butt and knead the flesh, and you purr to his firm grasp.

"May I use my mouth?" It was a tiny suggestion, yet there was a distinct connotation. You haven't ever given your boyfriend a blowjob before, so this was new waters you were treading cautiously with. Nevertheless, he surprises you with a nod, egging you on to resume. A feeling of giddiness corrupts your senses, placing chaste kisses on his nipple down to his abs, and Ushijima has his hand on your head the further you go to his lower region.

You're now on your knees on the floor as you pull his sweatpants and underwear to his thighs, and the image of his erection springing out in front of your eyes has you practically drooling in anticipation. Every crevice, every dent, and every vein of his dick is mesmerizing to the eyes, and your curiosity gets the best of you when his body jerks at your hands grazing his balls. How vulgar.

"Hmmm, Y/n, love," he calls to you with whimpers — a rarity to hear but beautiful to the ears. "Go easy on me..."

And you just give him a lovely smile before you move a hand on his cock, stroking the length in a slow but firm motion. He jolts to your grasp, throwing his head back and sinking into the mattress as your palm slides up and down his limb. It gets worse for him when he feels your tongue flicks on his balls, sucking on his sack prompts moans of bliss to substitute the silence of the room.

The summer sun continues to descend, the waning heat losing its touch in the room. But the warm sensation of your mouth on his shaft has Ushijima's skin hot to the touch, his hands gripping the comforter beneath him. And he hisses when he senses the work of your tongue on the tip of his couch, lapping on the sensitive glands while simultaneously stroking him and massaging his sack.

Your cheeks go hollow when you take the head to your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you gradually suck all of him at your own pace. Your boyfriend has to bite on his lip and try to not buck his hips toward you. But it feels so fucking good when the velvety walls of your throat accommodate his girth and size; your wet muscle on the underside of his dick sends electric waves every time it brushes up and down from your bobbing gesture.

As for you, it feels like you're under an ecstatic spell as you work your way to the base of his cock with every suck. The cockhead hits the back of your throat at a delicious angle that you mewl on the member, eyes shut to fully enjoy the experience and commotion between your lips. Tears start to prickle, spit and drool coat his shaft, and your brain goes foggy when his musk blocks your nostrils. The throbbing sensation between your legs gets unbearable by the second, and you grind your thighs together to ease your lust.

Ushijima has done well trying to maintain his steel composure; however, no matter how he tries, he soon succumbs to the warm and pleasurable feeling of your throat when he thrusts into your oral cavity at a reasonable tempo, going faster and faster when the notion of his release crawls up within him.

"Haaaah, ahhhh—Mmmph!" Moans fly out from his mouth, no longer attempting to keep this from escaping. "Dove, I'm about to cum in your—Hnnngh!! Ahhh, shit, shit," and he grabs your head to keep you steady as he ruts into your throat. The orgasm hits the both of you, and a few deep strokes result in him shooting his load inside you, forcing you to drink all he gives you.

And you happily do so, waiting for his thighs to stop jerking as you take in every bit of his essence. Once he's done ejaculating, you slowly remove yourself from his sock, a soft pop evidence of you two no longer connected. You swallow and gulp any remainder of his load before climbing back onto the bed to lay beside Ushijima, who turns to his side to survey you thoroughly with half-lidded eyes.

You sigh with a smile. "Enjoyed yourself?"

While his hand caresses your cheek, he hums as his response. "Did you?"

"Yes, very much so. Thank you, Toshi." You start to feel drowsy as the room becomes dark, the warm colors of the sunset dulling as the moon sheds light.

"Of course, dove."

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kewpie-aisle · 2 months

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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x gn!reader

notes: suggestive language, mental stripping, general horniness, yoga poses, workout talk, minors do NOT interact pls

wc: 1.5 words

AN: I saw this artwork by @akiisks and every neuron in my brain said, Bo had to be the next installment in the series. Mm mm mm I love ONE owl themed gym bro. banners by @cafekitsune my hero you like what you see series other parts: Atsumu

The gym in the early morning hours was always quiet and peaceful. Majority of the MSBY players preferred evening or late night workouts, considering it a cool down for the day. The early morning hours introduced a peace and lull that was necessary for those that start the day with energy to expend. Calming overactive minds and bodies, both gifts held by the outside hitter of the team.

Bokuto needed the cool down early in the morning, to ease down his energy levels to a “normal person”. That’s what Akaashi has always put in his head since they were younger, unsure what it means but the morning workout is now a routine for the man. As he got older it became an anchor to familiar times which helped him navigate unknown feelings and obstacles; riding through any crashing wave in peace. That peace has recently been shaken up.

Pulling out his headphones, he reaches for the gym door, coming to a halt when the sounds of the room touch his ears. There’s someone else in the gym already. He checks his watch to see it’s 4:30 am. Frustration is what he should feel, with a disturbance in his routine, but he could feel anticipation flush across his face and tickle the tips of his ears with heat. It’s not just someone in there, he had high expectations on who beat him to the gym. With a heavy pull, the door swings wide open and his eyes scan the floor, easily finding the source of the noise. Lo and behold, there you were.

The new MSBY athletic trainer, who had joined a month ago. Clad in fitted black workout gear, long sleeves compression shirt and shorts covering each dip and curve of muscle and skin. Edge of the shorts seamlessly meeting the start of skin down your thighs and shins, glistening in sweat. Bokuto gulped down a lump in his throat, slammed by waves of uncertainty uprooting his anchored mind.

With your headphones on, canceling out all noise in the room, you had missed Bokuto entering. You woke up that morning with more energy than usual. Chalking it up to new hire jitters, but that’s not what it was. Surrounded by players with large egos wasn’t new to you, it came with the territory of being an athletic trainer. Hell, even if you’d stayed in personal training, there’s no escaping the egos of gym bros. Everyone lifts more, knows more, trains better than you. With a smaller stature than most, you’d gone your whole life always being underestimated. Working out had always been a safe relief for pent up frustration and anger, letting you maintain a calm for the rest of the day. A godsent gift in your chosen profession. The MSBY Black Jackals’ team reputation was known far and wide in the industry. The most polite and friendliest team, hungry for growth. The “Eternal Rookies”, a moniker agreed upon by journalists and teammates alike in the volleyball world. It had been just the right move for you, but your professionalism had been shaken up from Day 1, when you met the rising star outside hitter, Bokuto Koutaro.

Most guys that looked like that were always wolves in sheep’s clothing, regardless of team reputation. But Bokuto had surprised you in every area, clumsy yet straightforward and honest. Earnest in practice and a trusted leader during games. Strong and smart but humble and kind. And agonizingly good looking. Work days became an every day battle to not ogle the man every second he was in your sight. Coming to the gym in the morning was your refresher, a clean way to start the day to ensure you're energized throughout. But it seems Bokuto also frequented the morning time, so you had been adjusting to come earlier and earlier to try and avoid him. Waking up at 3 am from a particularly delicious dream, was enough reason to head straight to the gym to clear your head. Taking a quick break you glance up to the mirror to ensure proper stance, eyes widening seeing the very devil from your dream getting off the treadmill and preparing for his routine. Head down, completing incline chest rows, your entire backside on display for Bokuto. He had finished his cardio and started his lat exercises, fortunately unfortunately the machine was positioned to maintain the weights area in direct line of sight. He had wanted to power through his routine, crushing on the trainer was a childish distraction and completely unprofessional. Having childlike fun is one thing, but entering frustrated territory was completely unlike him. The heat that sat in his core, rising up, coating his entire torso in a voracious fire with desire he’d never felt before. He hated it. He’s always been in control of all his emotions and desires, but you shook every semblance of proper thought from his head. Failing miserably at keeping a focused mind, he dove into the siren’s song and watched you closely throughout his workout. Wiping down machines, adjusting weights, huffing through his sets, but eyes trained on your body throughout it all. He had watched you wrap up and make your way to the yoga mats for cool down stretches.

With only a nod of acknowledgement, the two of you hadn’t exchanged any words in the past couple hours of working out. Maintaining distance in balanced routines for the day, a dance playing out in the gym. But the tension was palpable, suffocating in the already stuffy gym air. You watched a bead of sweat drip down his chin into the crevices of his pecs. Wondering if it had traveled down his abs and through the defined v-line you could glimpse every time he raised his arms. You licked your lips in hope for a taste, even if in your imagination. The craving for a taste increased, because you had felt his eyes on you the entire time. Watching every movement, eyeing you from top to bottom and back. You could feel the ghost of his hands running over your body. Leaving behind a tantalizing trail of heat everywhere, yet not placing a single finger on you. As you leaned down into downward dog, Bokuto had stopped to take a water break, eyes washing over your body in haste. A smirk playing on your lips as you feel yourself fall over the edge of your self control. “Bokuto-san, could you help me stretch out my back?”

The last gulp of water catches in his throat, coughing as he averts his eyes. Finally breathing air back into his lungs he turns his attention to the voice calling for him. Headphones now out, he hears you repeat your question, as if it hadn’t been bouncing around the walls of his mind already. His throat somehow dry despite finishing off his entire bottle, he makes his way over. Watching as you adjust yourself into pigeon pose, left leg fully stretched out and right leg folded out and tucked in. Opening up your hips to stretch, you motioned him to push down on your back. Palms on your back he leaned down on you, folding you completely over, without any resistance. Your chest flush against the mat and arms spread out forward. With a slight push up off you, he stands up to watch over your form. Drinking in the ease of your stretch, mind running with other ways he could be folding you to take him in completely. A jolt running right to his core when he meets your eyes to see a flush on your face, still pressed against the mat as you watch him.

“Ya like what you see Bokuto-san?” The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. The heat of the room, the thrum of your heart in your ears, blood rushing to multiple places at once, has all your senses on high after your workout. Bokuto’s weight against you had set your entire back on fire, engulfing you completely and you ached to feel him over you again. “My form, it looks ok?” You tease as a flush comes across his face. With a lick of your lips, you roll over, legs spread open wide. “Can you help stretch out my front too...I can fold into another position if you’d like?” The question crashed over Bokuto, anchor ripped out of the ground, untethered and washing away into the depths of the ocean. He closed the distance in a few short steps before pulling you up into him, lips against his in an instant. Tasting you finally, feeling you with his hands, swallowing you completely. His parched throat slowly soothed as he drank you in, the way he needed.

Relentless moans falling out of your lips, echoing in his mind. He looks down at you ruined, but you reach your hands out to wrap around him to bring him closer for more. He closes his eyes to fall right in, a new anchor rooted in your waves pulling him as close to you as possible.

#kewpie writes #hq fic #haikyuu fic #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro smut #bokuto smut #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #bokuto x gender neutral reader #gn reader #hq series

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fvck-the-rest · 7 months

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Remorse

“Awwww~ look at you and your dumb face. Your so fucked, I don’t think you even know what happened to you.” Whispering in your ear. He still hasn’t even pulled out if you yet- though he can’t right now. Legs wrapped so tight around him and shaking that he couldn’t even if he wanted to.

For the pass two hours he has been doing whatever he wants when ever he wanted to. Didn’t matter what way he wanted to do- it was done the way he wanted it to be done.

Turning you over what ever way he thought was fit for the best angles. Loving everything you have to offer for them, drinking it up with no remorse.

ATSUMU, SEMI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, kuroo, BOKUTO, SUNA, SUGAWARA, daichi, sakusa, dazai, MORI, GOJO, toji, rengoku, giyuu, tengen

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levisforgottentea · 1 year

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~ Baby doll ~ MDNI

“There’s a client in vip room 5. (name) you go over there.” Your boss said sternly before disappearing back to his office.

You put your cup down and waved bye to your friends as you went to your changing room, reapplying some makeup and fixing your outfit.

The vip room is luxurious, a decent sized stage, black and golden accents throughout the room and a big black leather chair in front the stage.

It was dark red lights in the room, so you couldn’t see your clients face. You heard a glass click against the metal table and a coo as you walked on stage.

Confidence filled your veins as you circled the chair, your fingers brushing over his shoulders and chest.

The music was slow and it muted everyone outside so it felt like it was only the two of you in the entire club.

You slowly climbed into their lap, your hands feeling his chest.

Your client chuckled and you heard his deep voice.

“Oh (Name)… I like this side of you. Won’t you show me your pretty face though babydoll”

It clicked in your head, shit it was your Bestfriends dad..

If this get 100 likes im gonna do a full drabble oneshot of this fr... /hj

OH GOD WHY DO I NOT WANNA FINISH THIS

#hq imagines #male reader #gender neutral fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #hq hcs #haikyuu smut #oikawa #oikawa x reader #haikyuu dilfs #AGH😫

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tulip-room · 28 days

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Pairing: Sakusa and Reader

Content: some light grinding and dirty talk

MINORS, BLANK, AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!!!! I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO GET THE SPRAY BOTTLE

smut under the cut

Can y’all imagine rocker! Reader getting done with a show so they’re all hot and stuff and bf! Sakusa goes backstage and waits in their dressing room. Once they get back though it’s a very steamy make out session because while he may not like being dirty he sure does for you.

Sakusa grabs your waist and pulls you closer to where he’s sitting on the couch. You try and keep the distance and shake your head. “I’m all nasty.”

“I don’t care. You’re just going to get dirty again if you take a shower so what’s the point.” Your cheeks flush as you give in and sit down on his lap. Hyper aware of the feeling of his hands creeping under your shirt, not moving up quite yet. They just rest on your waist and grip slightly. His knee between your thighs as he lifts his chin. One hand leaves your waist, warmth disappearing and replaced by coldness that makes you shiver.

You chase after the feeling and cause his knee to rub just right against you. You left out a small moan and you can tell Sakusa is smirking already. “Such pretty noises. Do you think I can make more?”

“Please do.” You put your own arms on his shoulders and look him in the eyes. There’s something dark there, a mischief you haven’t uncovered yet tonight. And that just makes you more excited.

Goosebumps form on your skin as he purposefully shift you again. He hooks his finger under his mask and pulls it down before tilting your face down. “Now are you going to be good or are you going to force me to make you wait?”

Rules! NAVIGATION

#haikyuu #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu smut #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x reader #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu smut #hq smut #tulip writes

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geronimowrites · 1 year

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Alpha Meian Headcanons, NFSW x Shy! Omega! GN! Reader

18+ content | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT |

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, orgasm delay/denial, dom/sub dynamics, biting, size difference, size kink, predator/prey, lots of fluids, power imbalance

Meian

Exudes a quiet sort of dominance that has you submitting to him even during causal conversation.

He adores the way you tremble when speaking to him, not even able to meet his eyes unless he grips your squishy cheeks and guides you to look at him.

You love him so much, but the instinctual omega side of your brain is still terrified of him even after months of knowing each other.

He’s six foot five inches of pure muscle and dominance, and your instincts go haywire any time he growls.

He knows this and uses it to his advantage, loving how sensitive you are to just him.

If he’s had a rough day of practice, he’ll come home silently. He won’t speak when he arrives, instead he’ll pluck your sleepy little form out of your nest and plop you down on his lap facing him, your legs spread and forced open over his thick thighs.

He’ll purr and croon and rumble right into your ear, licking your scent glands on either side of your neck as you start to wake up, still drowsy but needy and already slicking up from his heady pheromones.

He won’t stop until you’re squirming and writhing on his lap, whimpering out pleas for mercy and inadvertently rubbing your slick soaked bottoms against his full, heavy cock as you try to escape the overwhelming sensation of him nipping and lapping at the hypersensitive skin of your neck.

He’ll just hold you tighter to his chest though, loving the way your legs kick as he drags your ass back and forth over his lap, using your hot, slick little crotch as a massager for his aching length

He’d be content to use you like this for a short time, unbothered by your squirming and whimpering, but after a while the urge to have submitting completely to him would become overwhelming.

Moving you would be so easy for someone as big as him. He’d manhandle you up, quickly pushing you until your back hit the bedroom wall, uncaring of your startled whines.

He’d shuck off your slick soaked pants and underwear roughly, not even bothering to get them all the way off your shaky legs before he’s got his strong fingers teasingly rubbing through the thick, creamy film coating your sex

He’d see the way you’re struggling up onto your tip toes to try and get away from his fingers, and he’d smile meanly at you, knowing that no matter how hard you tried, you’d never be able to overpower him.

You could wrap your little hands around his wrist and try to push his fingers away from your too-sensitive groin, but you’d be a fool to think they’d even budge.

#i’m alive #been so busy with school I forgot I had this account #my apologies #haikyuu smut #haikyuu thirsts #haikyuu x reader smut #hq smut #hq thirst #overstim.#gn!reader #shugo meian smut #meian shugo x reader #omegaverse is a superior au #omega reader #meian shugo #omegaverse

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miioouu · 1 year

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You Know I Love You.

There's something about Hanamaki that I just don't know how to simply explain.

You're just running your fingers through his strawberry blonde hair, sitting on his lap and grinding down, feeling his growing bulge. His lips parted and his tongue's out as you sucked on it, your eyelids fluttering, and your heart jumping with each of his touches. His hands, calloused against your tender skin, travelling all across your body; from your neck down to your collarbone, from your shoulders down to your sides, your waist and hips, holding you tight, holding you closer than close to him. No sound in the room except your soft whines and his words of devotion "You're the prettiest, the best. You know I love you, right Y/n ? You know I love you." And of course you know, he reminds you everyday, if not with the sweet words he texts you, or the silly voice notes he sends you; his kisses decorating your neck was enough proof. His hands held you tight as his hips rolled up against yours. Your head rested on his shoulder as you were overwhelmed with love and lust. On one hand his words were pulling at your heartstrings, on the other his boner pressing and rubbing against your barely covered core, it's making you see stars. Your teeth digging lightly into the soft skin of his shoulder, your nails sinking into his arms, and your eyes fluttered as you looked up at him, finding him with his head thrown back, mouth agape as soft groans escaped him.

His hand left you, leaving your skin cold in his absence, to find the smoking joint on the side table. He pulled it back between his lips, breathing in before the fume engulfed the both of you "You know I love you right? Let me show you just how much I do…"

#hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki smut #haikyuu!!#smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #gn reader

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tetsuswhores · 2 years

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Who's watching?

pairing: oikawa x reader

content: college au, yandere actions, smut, stalking behavior, sort of yandere oikawa

warnings: if you are uncomfortable about stalking and pervert behavior, read it at your risk. Mentions of noncon video recording, masturbating.

A/N: Minors first off stay away or I'll shoot you. Hope you guys like this. Also I don't mean to villainize oikawa or any other haikyuu character, it's just a figment of my imagination. Oikawa is a stoopid little dork who wouldn't think of doing that.

Toru Oikawa is like every other good-looking guy in college. His unfettered personality and striking smile played good magic to draw the people surrounding him.

His good nature, eloquence and charming way of holding conversation even got him in the good books of professors, having some of them slip in a free grade or further chance to work with them which he politely declines. Having played volleyball before he hit double digits also helped him bag the chance to play at a professional level while being in college. In a nutshell, Toru Oikawa is the American Dream of his college.

Being in college and handling a volleyball career that is set to flight would drive anyone mad but when it comes to Oikawa, he is seen juggling that with ease. Not to mention his additional fanbase in college that he interacts with tinkering laughter and crinkled eyes. However, as merry it may seem from a distant point of view, looking closely anyone can see the faux facade he upholds while he holds a baseless conversation about “how easily he manages his life” or adding irrelevant nods of agreement when the professor says something about their crumbling family issues. But no one is seen to fret on his real personality as long as he is sending those endearing smiles and sheepish grins that fulfil their dream charms. All except that one student from his psychology class.

Oikawa’s chocolate brown eyes land on you everytime you step on the campus albeit oblivious to you. Your indifferent attitude towards his popularity spurred his interest for you and gradually you were lying in his focal point. Any subtle change is quickly caught up by him and his mind rushes on different ways to approach you. His eyes land on every hips and dips of your body and he scans you with full scrutiny while sitting 5 feet away from you in class. He memorised every class you had and oblivious of his tactics, you ran against that pretty boy of your psychology class so often.

And boy, does he do this in the subtlest way possible…

The first time he exchanged pleasantries and the what-major-are-you-in , he was elated. The way your eyes land on his as they combine together somewhere in the middle ground has him feeling turbulent inside. His feelings shift into something new as he craves to know you better than anyone. To memorise you inside out until no pages of your life are left unread by him. He increases the conversation with yours, not giving a damn of what the other tramps are thinking. He loves seeing your smile, especially when it’s directed at him. He loves the soft touch of your hand as it coyly lands on his calloused ones.

He loves the way your skin basks in the warm glow of the sun or when you pull your hair up on the top and let it fall gracefully over your shoulders again. He pictures his hand threading through your locks as he grabs them and shoves your little mouth on his cock. He adores your sweet lips that are pursed or the little frown that you involuntarily give when you work on your laptop. He craves to know the face you make when you flow in the blissful cloud of orgasm.

Toru Oikawa is really subtle. Subtle in the way he holds his phone tilted to his books that no one would guess the entire time he has been recording you for later purposes…

He stops the recording and saves it to the album named – ♡Y/N♡

The day he was able to take it up a notch and managed to go one step further to your house, he was ecstatic. He knew how skittish you would get when it comes to stranger men coming to your house and he respects that. The world is crooked and he is the prime example of that. He chuckles at how you allowed him to be at the centre of your living room– how intuitive you can be despite being an absolute dumb baby in his eyes to let him protect you.

And he skillfully manages to do that. His frequent arrival to your house helped him memorise every nook and cranny in your house which would be missed by normal people. His hawk perceptive eyes found perfect little spots– behind the old vent, the rusty window hole which falls into everyone’s blind spot yet gives the perfect image of your bedroom, specifically your bed, the unused shower head he discovered as he once came to your home soaked in rain and you offered shelter and shower. His cock jumped in excitement as he even had access to you showering.

You remain unconcerned, rather happy to get him as your friend and slightly proud as none of the other girls could take up the spot of being his “special friend”- as he calls you.

You remain dumb while Toru Oikawa fists himself every night watching you stuff your fingers inside and let out drawn out moans as you cum in your bedsheets. Making Oikawa ruin his hand with his seed for the umpteenth time. He loves seeing the water fall down your breast in shower and if he’s lucky he’d get the opportunity of watching you getting yourself off there itself.

He even knows that you sometimes don’t feel comfortable, feeling as if a pair of eyes are latched onto you as you spill your fears out to him. Oh how he is the doting friend as he heard that. Hugging you tightly, smelling the mango shampoo that he so well knows offering to stay the night that you politely decline.

No worries. He thinks. We’ll get there, angel. Soon enough.

And if someday you decide to fix the shower or clean the vent. He doesn’t worry much.

Oikawa had you spill so much about yourself to him that he’s certain he’d know when you’ll decide to do something. He might even offer help and you’ll undoubtedly agree. Oikawa delightly watches how he is gradually trapping you to depend on him fully and once he succeeds, he’ll secure you in him forever.

Toru Oikawa is like every other good looking guy in college except he’s actually not.

REBLOG OR I'LL SHOOT YOUR KNEECAPS

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shisnhou · 2 years

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glimpse of us

you love suna rintaro.

from top to bottom, you’re utterly in-love him. starting from his somehow fluffy black hair that always smells like men‘s strong conditioner, to his beautiful green eyes, perfect slender nose, plump lips, down perfect collar bones, toned stomach, and ending with his very big feet.

everything about all his one hundred ninety-one glory, you love it all.

but if you were to choose something from his very structure; if someone decides to ask you what in him you love the most, you‘d immediately answer without a doubt: his eyes.

what could be the reason? perhaps, the way he looks at you when he holds you with his eyes all glossy, as if he‘s just so content you‘re there with his lips all wobbly, it‘s one of the many things you love about him.

in his green eyes, you find sanctuary.

you find peace, wholeness, love, and pure adoration.

often, you do wonder what is it about you that he acts like that when he looks at you. you wish you had known the answer, then, you wouldn’t always be so curious about him. you wish he had the same reasons as you, all good and heartfelt.

however for him, it‘s not quite the same.

when he had first met you, he came off of the worst heartbreak he had had in his whole life. what’s the cause? the woman he‘d love the most suddenly left without a word, just walking out of his life.

her leaving left the the worst impression on him. it had left his once perfectly imperfect world all rainy and muddy, leaving the weight of his world on his shoulders.

but then you came along.

suddenly, the weight on his shoulders weren‘t so heavy anymore. slowly and gradually, you‘d calm the raging seas in his heart, dry the mud that was sinking him in and turning the rain into the colourful rainbows and butterflies.

as quick as you walked into his life, and got to know of his pain, it was as quick as you took away that pain and made it all better.

his world was no longer so dark and rainy, it had become so good, so well, so wholesome.

you made him feel good after seeing him in the lowest point in his life.

yet why is it that when he looks in your eyes, why does he find someone who isn’t you, yet instead someone that looks like you?

why is it when he sees the smile on your face, he‘s reminded of the way she smiled to him? why is it when you take care of him and ease his pain, he‘s reminded of the way she held him, whispering promises of better days? why is it when he touches you, he feels a scalding burn inside him, telling him that he has no right to touch you, when he‘s thinking of her as he holds you?

your familiar hues, he‘s addicted to them. yet not for the good reasons. he loves looking at your familiar hues because they‘re the same colour as hers were. he loves looking at those beautiful orbs of yours because it reminds him of the way she looked at him. he‘s in-love with your eyes because when he looks into them, he‘d catch a glimpse of the past he had with her.

the world you had built for him, it‘s perfect. it was too perfect, and he’s afraid because he knows he doesn‘t deserve it. you‘re built like an angel that had descended from heaven to take him out of the misery he‘s in. the misery that keeps shredding his soul, is the same misery that he drowns himself in because it has the remnants of the memories he had with her.

you know nothing about this, and he hopes you will never. you‘re a saving grace, the perfect kind of woman that he should be thankful for, not her. but why does he keep looking for her in everything that you do? he keeps saying he‘s fine, that he‘s moved on, that you‘re perfect, so much that he‘s forgotten about her.

yet why is it that he believes he‘s only passing time in your arms? although you‘re so perfect, it doesn’t mean he‘s genuinely in-love with you. over the perfect you, he‘d rather choose what he had had with the imperfect her.

everything that you are, he doesn’t deserve it. not when he looks for another woman in you. that‘s why he hates being asked what he loves about you. they all confuse his reaction as: "he cannot choose, since you‘re so good to him." when in reality, it‘s because he‘s so used to seeing her in you that most of the time that he cannot distinguish you from her.

so he‘ll just say your eyes as well, since that wasn’t a whole lie. it would be a half honest answer. the only difference is would be the reason.

while you love his because of the way he looked into your eyes with tears nearly falling from his as if he‘s so in-love you. he loves yours because you two had the same ones, since he always catches the glimpse of him and her in your eyes.

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hauskate · 2 years

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Jealousy [ Koutarou Bokuto x Reader ]

Pairings: Koutarou Bokuto, GN Reader

Description: You've been coming home late and someone wants to know why.

TW: 18+ content, language, interrogation(?), handcuffs, posessiveness, sub reader, dom bo, pet names, oh no hyzin's writing at midnight again we're fucked

Word Count: 532

It was never your fault- there was nothing you could've done. He was just jealous. Just jealous. You had to keep repeating it over and over in your head.

Every night you visited he investigated you. "Why are you so late, Y/n...?" He'd ask with anxious puppy eyes.

You were in college, worked on the daily, etc. He knew that. So why would he ask every damn time?

"Bokuto," you sighed once again. "My hours changed, remember?"

And every time he'd change from sweet to angry. "Probably with your other boyfriend too. I know I'm not your favorite anymore..." He always gazed down to his feet before looking back up at you with a glare.

Another sigh. "I don't know what you're going on about, you're the only one, Darling."

But this time was different. Usually he'd just shrug it off and become happy again. Instead, his glare became lustful in the matter of a moment.

With one hand draped over the couch and the other moving to his lap, the man places his offer before you. "Then prove it."

"Bo, I'm tired-"

And there goes your vision. It was meer seconds before you were on your back. The same eyes fixed themselves on yours, his every thought laid out in the open.

"I'm tired too, Babe." He smirked, knowing full well he'd be getting into you tonight. "But I just..." The back of his hand gently rested against your cheek, the sensation sending tingles up your spine. "...I can't hold myself back. You need to know who you belong to..."

At this point there isn't anything left to process- you want him. No, you need him. His hands running down your sides, wandering under your shirt- it gave you no room to breathe. "W-Who do I belong to...?"

Lips come crashing down on your own, the intensity raising the heat in your pants by the second. It takes nothing for him to pin your hips down before you can gain friction.

"Don't f-fucking tease.. me like this-" You mumble between breaths.

"What do you.. want me to do, hm?"

"Fuck me. Just- just fuck me already..."

His hips grind against yours for a moment, savoring your every reaction. "Should I..." He stops for a moment, completely drawing himself away. His figure vanishes in the hallway, leaving you questioning what the hell he's doing.

The loss of contact makes you groan in annoyance. "If you're joking, Bo, I swear to-" Before you can say another word, you notice what he has in his hands and go completely silent.

"Stay there, I don't want you running away again..."

He'd never used anything but himself, but handcuffs were a change. Not a bad thing, though- how will it plan out?

Shiny metal connects with your skin as he towers over you. He'd ripped every layer of clothing off of you, drinking in the sight.

But you were enjoying this, too. Abs glistening in the moonlight, hair a disaster, not to mention he had complete control over your small figure.

With one hand on your hip, the other guides your cuffed hands to rest above your head on the cushion.

"You'd better get ready."

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༻Names would/wouldn’t be used༺

Characters: Nanami kento, Toji Fushiguro, Bokuto Kotaro

Warnings: gn reader but gendered names (good boy/girl), I showed favoritism, mentioning of passing out, overstimulation, i did not play favorite hehe👀(bokuto), this isn’t accurate i just wanted to write for the people who make me horny asf

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Nanami Kento:

Would: Baby, Love, Sweetheart, Good boy/girl, Slut, and Doll, Prince/princess, Little girl/boy

Wouldn’t: Babe

“You wanna be a good little slut for me” he asked while pulling you up by your throat to his ear “uhhuh”. “Good boy/girl” He released you letting you fall back down He was teasing you and was going agonizingly slow that he liked when you needed him “kento please” you whined rutting back into him in need of more. “love you said you would be good for me”. He said rubbing his hands over your ass etching right towards your dick/clit “I am so PLEASE” “Alright Alright” he said placing his hands on both of your hips. He did a few experimental thrusts until he found the spot. “ohhh is that it by the way your shaking it has to be” he said right before plowing into that spot. You were practically dead it was so good and so much and you could even do anything but lay there fucked out already. “ahhh~ kento it’s t-too much i can’t” you said attempting to stall his hips by reaching backwards “you can and you will i thought you wanted to be good for me so take. i know you can do it little girl/boy” with that all you could do is scream your head off while he constantly abuses your oozing hole. Your legs start to quiver and you can’t hold yourself up anymore but don’t worry he’s gotchu he slid his hand under you to keep you up until he was finished with you which would be no time soon.

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Toji Fushiguro:

Would: Baby, Good boy/girl, Slut, Doll, Prince/princess, Babe

Wouldn’t: Love, Sweetheart and, Little girl/boy

“You’re gonna take it right” he asked you pressing your legs closer to your chest “hold them and answer me doll” he said lightly tapping your face “yes fuck toji i am” you said grabbing your legs “good boy/girl”. He then started pounding into you with no remorse whatsoever it wasn’t sloppy yet but in your head you knew it would get there that’s how he liked it after all. “You still here baby” He said aiming right at your g-spot “aAhh~ yes toji” you tried so bad to answer him but it hurt so good you felt yourself slipping away the more he fucked you. “oh no that won’t do” He angled his hips perfectly pushing deeper into you before roughing pounding your hole. Tears started welling up in your eyes it just felt so good it always feels so good. He knows how to make you crumble. He didn’t stop with he snapping of his hips only soft whimpers were heard from your mouth you could barely think at this point to busy in lalaland you couldn’t handle everything he was giving you. “god you’re such a slut creamin on me like that say it” “ahhhh toji i cant~” “say it before you’re too dumb to” “fuck i’m a slu-“ you wanted to finish your sentence but he decided to deliver on particularly hard thrust. “You feel me in your stomach huh” it was a question that was meant to be answered but you were to far gone to and he liked it that way.

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Bokuto Kotaro:

Wouldn’t: Doll, Sweetheart and, Little girl/boy

Would: Prince/princess, Slut, Good boy/girl, Baby, Love, Babe,

it’s been hours…Bokuto has so much stamina and the body and the strength to keep up with it. He’s been manhandling you into different positions for hours and you have no one to thank but him winning his match. He has you ass up and face down right into the bed. He was so rough and his dick felt so heavy inside of you. He slowed down a bit grabbed you by your hair to his mouth. “Is my little prince/princess okay?” You couldn’t answer you were too far gone and he knew that. “fuck you’re a dumb slut aren’t you” in response you whimpered cause that all you could do. He let you go and you dropped back down into your position too tired to hold yourself up. Bokuto sounded like a pornstar above you. He was whimpering, grunting, moaning, and saying the nastiest things to you. This was his favorite position cause the way you ass bounced back on him made him even more horny. He slipped out of you and flipped you over so now you are on your back ready for his second favorite position. One glance at your face and anyone could tell how fucked you were. He slipped right in and immediately going for the spot that leave tingles and goosebumps all over your body. “boku-Aahh please” you whimpered attempting to push his hips off of you. He didn’t budge at all he kept abusing that spot he thrusted his hips so hard and fast it felt so good but it was just all too much. So you tried to run away. You started to scooch away you felt like you were gonna pass out but he caught you. “Don’t fucking run from me love” He said right before going back to that rough pace. “I did good and I won the game you said you’ll give me anything i wanted. so just be a good slut for me.” “bokuto i’m gonna-” “oh yeah i feel you i know cum for me baby” and you did your back arched off the bed eyes rolling back it was all to good but it was too much seeing as it was your 4th one. You felt your eyes getting heavy you were tired something bokuto will never be.

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