#kk.haikyuu

[kemakoshume]

edge ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ~ bokuto x chubby reader

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ vagina owners, you know how sometimes at certain parts of the month you’re like… ~extra~ sensitive in the downstairs region? like any little prolonged touch or movement will have you shaking in the sheets? yeah, this is about that window of hypersensitivity, with your boyfriend bokuto.

a/n; oh btw if i’m writing bokuto… always assume it’s a chubby reader even if i don’t add descriptors in my drabbles :’D that man likes his women THICC.

uh, only warnings are: daddy is said a couple times and i will not apologize for it. healthy dynamics (lots of praising and check-ins), mild squirting, oral (fem receiving). reader doesn’t normally cum from oral (or dj-ing the bean) and they talk about it a little! normalize having issues cumming from solely manual stimulation! (৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ humor is there if you squint. okay that’s it! enjoy :)))

[the song i wrote this to if you care: here. i tend to loop one song and then tune it out after the second cycle lol].

"Uh, babe, are you okay?"

"Hm?" you said, opening your eyes to look at the large muscular man currently laid above you, and inside of you, on your black silk sheets.

"I just barely put it in and you're sighing and "ah"-ing like I'm destroying your shit right now. You okay? Am I hurting you?" he said, his voice raising a tiny bit in that concerned way you found cute.

You giggled, amused as hell at the little crease that'd formed in the center of his forehead.

"Kuto, I'm fine," you declared, punctuating it with a kiss on his nose that he eagerly leaned down to accept, "I'm just a little more..."

He looked down at you, searching your face with his eyes. He pulled almost entirely out of you, then slid back in slowly. His hips were angled and precise, slow but definitely moving with purpose.

"I, um," you stuttered, a huff of breath involuntarily leaving your lungs at the thrust, "Do you want me to... ah!"

He'd thrust into you again, testing the waters.

"Oh, I think I get it," he said, lowering his body so he could kiss you easily while he fucked you torturously slowly, "You're just fine baby girl. Looks like you're just extra sensitive today, right?"

"Mhm," you moaned, your eyes relaxed closed as the pleasure began to radiate through your body.

You were at a point in your cycle that made you sensitive all over. Any part of the surface of your skin, external or not, was responsive in a way you just weren't on a normal basis. Things still felt good outside this tiny window of time of course, but your body just wasn't wired to be this ready all the time.

"Are we feeling good sensitive or painful sensitive? I don't wanna hurt you," he said, slowing his pace to a near stop. The affection in his voice was almost too sweet for what you two were doing.

You cracked open your eyes, bringing up your hand to run it through the hair at the nape of his neck. You pulled him down into a kiss, so deep and passionate that you felt a moan humming in the back of his throat.

"Good sensitive," you said once you'd pulled away, warmth rising to the surface of your skin even with his lackadaisical efforts. You moved your own hips, all but verbally begging for him to move again, "Way more sensitive than normal."

"Okay baby girl, fuck," he groaned, letting you lazily fuck yourself on his cock, "You want it that bad? Grinding on me just to get me to fuck you?"

You nodded, a smile spread across your cheeks before you bit your bottom lip.

"Please," you whined, "I want to feel every single inch. Fuck me like you mean it."

"Like I mean it?" Bokuto challenged, positioning you at a different angle, your legs now relaxed almost at his shoulders with some support from his biceps against your thighs, "My baby wants to be fucked good and deep tonight, huh?"

"Please daddy? I can take it, I promise," you begged, already trembling from the drag of his cock out of you to adjust your bodies.

"God, you're too pretty to have such a filthy fucking mouth," he groaned, finally snapping his hips to meet yours. He switched up his tempos: going from fast and hard to deep and hard in alternating movements.

Your eyes almost instantly rolled into the back of your head. Luckily your neighbors were around your age and also little horny freaky fucks or you would have gotten complaints about the noise.

"You're so fucking wet for me baby. Who got you wet like that? Hm?" Bokuto said, pulling your body down the length of your bed a bit to angle himself higher above you, almost diving straight into you from above.

"Fuck, daddy, you did," you groaned, trying and failing to keep your eyes open, "You make me so fucking wet. I want, need, uh! Please."

He'd hit a spot inside of you that you didn't know existed.

"Wait, wait," you hesitated, not knowing what to make of the new sensation, "Have to pee, I think."

Bokuto eyed you from above, a look of contemplation on his face.

"Do you only feel it when I do, this?" he asked, angling his hips down a bit and directly hitting that spot at a quick pace.

"Uh-huh! Yes, yes," you yelled, letting the flood of warmth overtake your body as a rush of liquid came from your cunt.

Your chest was rising and falling slowly from the exertion while the two of you looked down at the now-soaked bottom half of Bokuto's abs.

"Fuck, I... I squirted," you chuckled, "I'm sorry."

Bokuto looked at you like you'd kicked a puppy in his presence.

"No, no, no, no," he said, showering your face in kisses while he fucked into you at a slower pace, "Don't apologize for that, ever. I want you to feel good, I love it when I'm able to make you feel good."

"You make me feel so good," you moaned, the mounting pleasure building again when he fucked into you faster.

"Fuck, that was so sexy baby," he moaned, sounding on edge much faster than normal, "God I can't believe you did that."

You felt his dick twitch hard inside of you once at the same moment he felt it. He held the base of his cock firmly with his index finger and thumb, pulling out of you.

"Can I make you feel even better baby girl?" he said, coming up the length of your body to kiss you, kissing his way lower down until he was hovering over your pussy.

"Yes please," you chuckled, knowing he was doing this as much for your pleasure as he was to keep himself from cumming too fast before you had, "Sorry if it takes a while, yunno. I think I got used to toys or something."

"Babe," he shushed you, "I just want to taste you right now. If you cum, I'm gonna be over the moon about it, but if you can't, we have toys for a reason. No shame honey, I just want you to feel good."

He punctuated his words with a kiss to your inner thigh. You relaxed into the sheets, letting your mind be free from any thoughts besides how good this was going to feel.

He took his time feeling and touching and experimenting a bit with what you seemed to respond to the most, eventually adding fingers into the mix to massage that little button inside of you. The soft music going on your playlist filled the space alongside the sounds of him lapping up your juices.

"Maybe if I," he said out loud, more to himself than to you, and sucked your clit into his mouth.

He sucked and licked at the little bundle of nerves, fluttering his tongue over it once it popped out from the warm wet heat of his mouth.

"Oh, holy fuck," you moaned, your voice a bit hoarse already from all the yelling so far you'd done that night. You tossed your head back into your pillows, the heat dancing beneath your skin erupting as your pleasure built, "Keep doing that, please. More, right there, right there. Kuto, yes, yes, yes!"

Tears flowed from your eyes once you allowed them to open, wetting your lashes and the apples of your cheeks as they cascaded down to your pillow. The glow from your orgasm was almost overwhelming.

"You did so good baby girl," Bokuto praised, climbing the length of your bed to lay next to you, giving you kisses.

"I did?" you moaned, mildly delirious as you came down a bit from your high.

"Oh yeah," he confirmed, kissing you beneath your ears, trailing his kisses to your chest.

He grabbed one of your breasts, taking one of your taunt nipples into his mouth to suck. Your nipples were the one part of your body that was always notoriously sensitive, even when the rest of your body wasn't.

"Mhm, Bokuto, please."

"Please what baby? Gotta use your words," he said, flicking your nipple with his tongue.

"Fuck me. I miss your cock so much already, feel empty," you said, the endorphins dancing around in your brain.

He pulled your nipple into his mouth to suck on it once more, harder, before positioning your bodies again.

"I think I can help with that kitten," he said, laying you on your sides so you were spooning, him being the big spoon.

He angled himself to your entrance, pumping himself to full hardness again in an instant against your wetness.

"We can touch your pretty little pussy all we want in this position you know," Bokuto said, entering you with his entire length in one go, fucking into you again with an intensity that had your bed snapping against the (padded) wall.

"Touch yourself for me baby. Think you could cum on my cock while I fuck you? I wanna feel you cum with me inside," he said mindlessly, his thrusts making it hard for you to speak back.

"Can try, I, uh! I want to," you moaned, wanting so badly to cum for him the way he wanted, the way you both wanted.

His pace slowed just a bit, enough for him to reach behind him with his long arms to tap open your bedside table. He removed a toy, a little flat clitoral vibrator that he'd affectionately named, "Steve."

"Here baby, use our partner in crime," he said tossing you the toy before going back to his deep, fast, pace. He placed kisses up the back of your neck and behind your ear, "You're such a good girl honey I know you can cum for me again."

He had one hand gripping your tit, toying with your nipple while he fucked you. The pleasure was immense already, but turning on your little helper and lowering it to your clit had both of you groaning.

"Shit," he moaned, "Forgot how good that is. You're so fucking wet for me baby I can feel the vibrations too."

You nodded, not even knowing if that made sense. All you could focus on was the feeling of his cock fucking into your cunt and the little toy buzzing against your clit. You reached one hand behind you, feeling around gently until you felt Bokuto's balls tap against your hand. You gave them a gentle squeeze, knowing that it would bring you two to climax at the same exact...

"Fuck," he groaned, deep and long as your moans echoed against your apartment's walls.

You felt your slick walls milking his cock for all he had, as he weakly thrust into you a few more times before eventually pulling out. You turned off the toy, placing it on the dresser on your side to be cleaned later.

"Oh my god," he moaned, pulling you against his chest as he kissed up the line of your shoulder, "That was amazing."

"It was amazing," you sighed, melting into the warmth of his body for a while, letting the endorphins subside a bit, "Hey, you know what won't be amazing?"

"Hm?" he hummed, the forehead crease visible in your mind's eye even though you weren't looking at him to see it.

"How sticky your chest and my inner thighs are gonna be if we don't go take a shower."

He groaned playfully, moving swiftly to force himself to get up before he talked himself out of it.

"Come on then little lady, we have some post-coital relaxation time to get done then," he said in a faux country accent, moseying his way over to the side of the bed you were closer to and picking you up bridal style.

"Sounds like a plan to me, oh lover of mine," you joked back, kissing him until he finally had to put you down to get you ready for your joint shower.

The rest of the night was filled with kisses, snuggles, and snores (Bokuto's, not yours). You couldn't wait for more.

tysm for reading! i crossposted this on ao3 if you guys ever wanna read it there or bookmark it just in case :D xox

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[kemakoshume]

miya osamu has a newborn baby. miya atsumu has an insanely busy pro volleyball career. atsumu would definitely make the effort to come home and congratulate his brother on the new family addition, but he honestly wouldn’t have time to come visit much, if at all, after the first few months of the baby’s life. so, imagine the twins seeing each other in person (at home, and with the family) again for the first time since the baby’s infancy. the baby is now a toddler and can like… function like a real little human—but they still can't fully recognize faces and whatnot over the phone versus in person.

so, despite numerous facetime calls, the new little miya is completely mind-blown and very very confused when they officially meet their uncle tsumu in person and realize this strange, vaguely familiar, blonde man has stolen their dad's face. the look of “what in the hell???” would be clear through the baby's stare, but they still can't help but go into the arms of the handsome stranger.

the twins would spend an hour passing the kid back and forth before their differences in hair color, scents, tone of voice, and overall demeanor finally click in the child’s head. but, every time the twins are apart for a while they have to do the process all over again... at least until the baby is around four or five and fully catches on.

#atsumu fluff #osamu fluff #miya fluff #dad osamu #haikyuu headcanons #kk.writes #kk.haikyuu

[kemakoshume]

Okay first off, congrats on 350 followers! You deserve that and much, much more babe <3

Now I absolutely loved the last Asahi fic you wrote for me (I reread it so often you have no idea lol), and I'm here to make another request if you feel like doing it! I don't know if you write for Aone but he's my current obsession haha. So I was thinking a drabble for him or Asahi if you don't write Aone, reacting to reader making a move and initiating sex for the first time? (Also chubby reader would definitely be a bonus!)

No pressure to do this of course, but thank you if you do! Either way I'm gonna be stalking watching to see what sorts of drabbles and headcanons you end up writing to celebrate your milestone!

𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐱 – [tl;dr – making the first move and initiating sex with Asahi] ~ ❀ஐ〰

a/n; hi sweet pea! i hope you're feeling better :') tytyty for the request! i'll write it for asahi because i dont really read anything about aone & i didnt rly click with him in the show so im afraid i'll make him super OOC by accident lmao. also, this prompt came at the BEST time. i just got done watching this video from best dressed aka ashley and im in the biggest "first time" mood. ily for this ♡

warnings; virgin reader (cause why not, let's go wild), first time, chubby fem reader (as per usual), reader kind of having a late bloomer sexual awakening "hey sex sounds fun actually" sorta thing. masturbation, titty suckin, lots of praise, etc.

(￣ω￣;) me: "yeah i'll do drabbles" also me: [3772] words ~

The relatively short time you've spent dating Asahi Azumane have been the best few months of your life. He was sweet, and thoughtful, and he knew how to make you laugh. He was achingly handsome and you could swear you saw literal stars in his eyes. But lately, after six whole months of knowing how to act, your hormones now refuse to cooperate.

Have you always gotten warm at the sight of his biceps stretching the cotton sleeves of his t-shirts like that? Has the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he drinks his water always made you squirm in your seat? Have you always felt this flushed and warm under your collar when he brushes the tips of his fingers against your thighs?

Now, you weren't blind. His long brown hair, structured jaw, and lean build had always been things that you noticed. The way he kissed you made you feel butterflies and you wanted to choke him out of love every time you saw him smile but fuck.

You knew you were later to the "sex sounds fun" party bus that most of your peers had long since been riding, but Asahi knew that. He was content with your kisses and the way that you cuddled and he never pushed you past your limits. But now, on this random Tuesday afternoon in the breezy warmth of the September season, the limit no longer seems to exist.

"Hey babe," you whispered, peeking over the rim of your tea mug to look at your man on the floor.

"Yeah?" he said, turning his full attention to you, placing his pencil down on his sketchpad like he wasn't just fully engrossed in whatever new piece he may have envisioned in his mind.

His pretty brown eyes were looking up at yours through his cute little wire-rimmed reading glasses, and fuck, you're a goner. Is it possible to be so horny that you think you'll die? Because you're pretty sure you'll collapse right now if he looks at you that way one more goddamn time.

"Uh, I... can you come up here for a sec?"

You felt your pulse racing against the smooth skin of your wrists and in the junction of your neck. Was now really the right time? Before your evening lecture and right after he had just been over to collect sweets from his Nan? Had you discussed this enough? What if he was secretly just not interested and that's why he had never made a move? What if he only enjoyed looking at you under the blanket of clothing you wore most of the time? Would he even like the way that you looked naked? Was he-

"Hey," he whispered, disrupting your thoughts, "you okay baby? What's on your mind?"

Now, there was probably a more eloquent way to say this. Anything would have been better than the words you chose. Still, you'd never seen Asahi's sweet doe eyes grow larger than when you blurted out the words "I think I'm ready to fuck."

If the big man upstairs had an earthling remote with a pause button on it, then he'd just pressed Asahi's.

"Uh, I, what?" he stammered, "Well, no, not "what." Not like it's a bad thing. I just, you, are you sure? We haven't talked about it in a while and I know you're not waiting for marriage or anything but you, I mean we, you... you never really seemed to be rushing and I didn't ever want to push you. Are you bringing this up now because of something I said, or did? Did I make you feel pressured honey? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I mean, I didn't know that I-"

"Babe," you interrupted, a sweet giggle escaping your lips, "okay, now you're the one who needs to chill out."

You crawl across the short length of your bed to where he's sitting near the end. Normally, you'd just sit beside him like a good, virtuous, wholesome girlfriend, but today... wholesome no more.

"Asahi," you whisper, climbing into his lap to straddle his waist, "I said what I said. I want you to fuck me. I don't feel pressured, not at all. I'm just... realizing how badly I wanna show you my love in a different way. In a way that we haven't tried yet."

You drape your arms around his shoulders, sliding your hand up the nape of his neck to gently scratch at the sensitive nerves there. You lean in for a kiss and hum into his mouth as he reciprocates your affection. You let your tongue explore his mouth and really feel the kisses for the first time. Your lips linger on his for a moment longer than you normally would before pulling away, and soon you find your body swaying a bit with his as you both start to get into the sensations.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" you question, breaking the kiss for a moment to place your forehead against his, looking into his eyes, "Tell me what you want."

He groans, closing his eyes shut as if he needed to collect himself for a moment. His hands tightened their grip on the meat of your ass and your hips a bit before he relaxed them, running them underneath the fabric of your shirt to trace his hands up your spine.

You've never been so happy that you weren't wearing a bra.

"I wanna make you feel good," he whispered, like the words would shatter the air in your room if he said them too loudly, "I wanna... I don't know, make love to you. Fuck. I just, I want to go at your pace. So, if you're ready to try this with me then I want to. You're in control here. So... you tell me what you want."

You pondered the thought for a moment as you leaned back in to exchange heated kisses.

If you were being honest, most of your sexual knowledge stemmed from three things: your friends' hoe tales, sex educators on social media, and the rare occasion that you watched amateur porn online. They all preached and showed plenty of visual examples that knowing yourself before knowing someone else would help a lot the first time, and you could confidently say you knew your own body pretty well even though your drive to have sex with others had never been this high.

So, having that in mind, you said, "I think you should watch me touch myself. So you know what I like, yanno? Then you can join if you want, maybe?"

Asahi was lucky he wasn't ice cream because the boy would be a puddle of sweet cream on the hardwood right now if he was.

"Oh my god," he said, his voice gruffer than you'd ever heard it before, "You gonna touch yourself for me? Show me how you do it when you're alone?"

"Mhm," you mewled, arching your back so that your breasts were pressed up against his chest, "If that's okay."

You can feel him growing harder already, his confined length forming a bulge against your ass. You moved your hips experimentally, delighted by the little gasp that spills out from his mouth. You can feel how slippery wet you're becoming just from his kisses.

"No, of course, yeah. It's okay. So, where do you start?" he questioned, tracing figure eights on the side of your thighs with his fingertips, "Do you play with these?"

He brought up his hands to cup your breasts, massaging them, and running his thumbs across your nipples, hard and sensitive even through the barrier of your t-shirt.

You nodded your head yes. Kissing him again to distract from the growing desire to moan as he touched you.

"Don't be scared to make noise baby," he said, placing kisses followed by shallow bites across the underside of your jaw, "Tell me what you do when I'm not there to take care of you. I can't learn unless you teach me."

You whimpered, absentmindedly grinding yourself harder against him.

"You like pinching them a little?"

You nodded, doing so yourself through the fabric to show him that you liked it.

"Can I take this off?" he asked, pulling gently at the hem of your shirt.

You tensed, only for a moment. The nerves were there, of course they were, but this man loved you, and you knew that. So you said fuck 'em, and let the love of your life help rid you of the top half of your clothing.

"So pretty baby," he said, kissing down your neck towards your breasts, "I can feel how fast your heart is beating. You nervous?"

"A little," you admitted, a soft whimper quickly followed when he kissed the puffy little bud, "Not too much though. I'm more excited, I think, than anything else."

You could feel him smiling against your skin.

"That's good baby. Do you wanna get more comfortable?"

You nodded, sliding yourself off of his lap. You crawled up the length of your bed, adjusting your body so that you were laying propped up on your little legion of pillows stacked up against the headboard.

"Take this off," you said, motioning to Asahi's shirt, " ‘s not fair that I'm basically naked and you're still dressed."

He did as he was told, standing up to remove the offending piece of fabric, all but throwing it down on the floor. This exposed his well-conditioned (former) athlete’s body. His muscles had softened a bit as he’d grown away from the sport and embraced the comfort that came with a loving relationship; the lines of his toned abs were less defined, the cut of the “v” around his waist wasn’t as deep, and his stomach dommed like yours when you ate. He was sweet and soft and god you would never get over how much you love him.

“Wait,” you said, making your partner stop his descent back onto your bed, “Take your boxers off too. But like… put your sweats back on afterward.”

He chuckled, quirking his head to the side a little before agreeing, standing back up to do as he was told.

“Any special reason why you want me to do this?”

You sucked your teeth, looking away from him to glance at the wall in lieu of looking at his face. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit to yourself at the thought dancing around in your brain. How could you possibly explain that dicks were still very… interesting to look at for you. They just weren’t… well.

Dicks just weren’t exactly pretty to look at, alright?

Though, to be fair, you had felt his before, multiple times. During the occasional intense makeout session on the floor of your room or while you sat in his lap while you watched movies, but you’d still never seen it. So, seeing it first through his sweatpants, fully hard and free within the loose fabric instead of confined within his boxer briefs may be a good transition.

“I just... I want seeing it to be a surprise for later, kinda.”

He laughed, a pretty sound coming from his belly that forced him to squint his eyes and show you all his pearly white teeth.

“Okay, I’ve never heard that one before in my limited years of sexual experience but alright. Whatever makes you comfortable baby.”

He leaned down to grab your chin between his thumb and index finger, placing a flurry of kisses against your lips before basically sprinting into your attached bathroom.

It only took him ten or so seconds to remove his sweats, then his underwear. You did however hear what curiously sounded like him tripping over himself to get said sweatpants back on.

“You okay in there?” you giggled, trying and failing not to see the humor in his little flub.

“Oh, yeah I’m great,” he said, coming out of the bathroom with his sweatpants hanging even lower on his hips.

He leaned against the doorframe trying to play off the little blunder. His hair was thick and silky, cascading down the hard planes of muscle around his upper arms and the meat of his full pecks. You could see the outline of his cock clearly now, the length hard and thick and just long enough to reach down past the top of his thigh beneath the relaxed fit of the fabric. If you weren’t already, you were undoubtedly aware of how turned on your little impromptu suggestion had made him now.

I mean, to be fair, who doesn’t get excited about the prospect of getting their dick wet for the first time with someone new? Especially when that “someone new” was with their sweet, untouched, perfect bombshell of a girlfriend. He couldn’t help but be hard like that for you, at the mere idea of getting the chance to finally fuck you.

“God you’re pretty honey,” you said, the words slipping from your lips without any thought behind them.

He smiled, climbing back onto your bed to sit in front of you, laying his chin on your propped-up legs and wrapping his arm around your thighs.

“You’re prettier baby. Quite literally the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I bet you’re pretty all over,” he said, grabbing your knees to pull them apart a little, butterflying your legs, “Especially right here.”

He tentatively ran a finger down your clothed sex, dipping the digit into the warm slick dampened fabric. You had worn a pair of thin cotton shorts, sans underwear, so the barrier between you was tantalizingly useless.

“Feels nice,” you said, your voice soft and breathy as his finger softly mapped out your folds.

He chuckled a bit, hooking his finger through the patch of fabric covering your most intimate parts.

“Show me how to make it feel even better.”

You nodded, bringing one hand up to your chest to caress your breast, while you let the other rest on the warm skin of your plump lower belly.

“‘S’really sensitive here,” you said, rolling one hard nipple between your fingers, “Sometimes I suck them myself when I’m alone. I can’t really cum without something stimulating them.”

“Oh wow, my pretty baby’s so delicate,” he said, kissing at the skin of your inner leg, “You look like you’re gonna fall apart already angel.”

You moaned at his praise, the warmth building beneath your flushed skin surging as you felt his lips touch a part of you that he’d never touched before.

“I’m not,” you said, though your tone did betray you a bit, “It just feels good. I’m not there yet.”

“Oh?” he said, quirking an eyebrow up, “Then what do you do next?”

You met his eyes, looking at you like he’d eat you whole if you let him and you'd hardly even done anything yet. It was too intense, too intimate, so you looked at the ceiling instead as you lifted your hips a bit, letting Asahi help you slide your little sleeping shorts off of your body, exposing your slippery wet pussy to the cool air of your bedroom.

You lowered your hand from your belly down to the small patch of hair above your cunt, tentatively applying pressure to your outer labia before letting your fingers slip into your own wetness. Asahi kept his hand wrapped firmly around your inner thigh, just below where your fingers were starting to work in tight little patterns on your clit.

You were practically dripping all over your sheets, knowing he was watching you get yourself off like this. Could he tell that you liked the rhythm of three circle patterns and then up and down? Was he looking at how much you were leaking? Could he see how hard you were trying not to stare at his face?

“God you’re fucking amazing,” he said, sucking on his own bottom lip as he stared at your sex, and blinking slowly like a little tomcat relaxed and satisfied after a long day of successful hunting.

You felt a rush of heat go up your spine at the praise. His sweet words scratched an itch inside your brain that you never fully realized was there. Then suddenly, he moved.

“Need to touch you,” he groaned climbing up the length of the bed in one long stride.

He came up to hover his body above yours, leaving room between your tummy and his so that your hand had room to continue moving.

“Can I kiss you right here baby?” he asked, lowering his head to put his face a few centimeters away from your nipple.

His breath was ragged and heavy, blowing warm air on the hard bud just beneath his lips.

“Please,” you whined, grinding yourself harder against your fingers.

He kissed you, pinching your nipple lightly before he took it into his mouth, sucking on it like it’d give him the elixir of life if he just kept pleasuring you.

“Fuck, Asahi. Fingers too, please,” you moaned, the warmth swirling in your belly building but lacking something… extra.

He looked up at you, searching your face to make sure you meant it. When you nodded at him gently, angling your arm to rub against his length as well, he obliged. He bypassed your own hand, going lower until his fingers were pressing up against your slit. He pressed in, started with one. The intrusion wasn’t as shocking as you thought it might be, since you had done the same to yourself many times before.

However, there was one stark difference. His fingers were markedly bigger than yours, and the stretch was delicious in how different his fingers felt from your own. He rubbed along your inner walls at a matching rhythm as your own digits, pumping and dragging his fingers around until he found the little spongy button that made your vision go blurry.

“Oh, there. There, there, there,” you cried, circling your hips to move with his fingers and yours.

The noises you were making were intoxicating. You could feel how hard he was against your belly, his swollen length throbbing incessantly against the fabric of his pants. When you moaned, deep and long as you let all the air in your lungs run out, his cock twitched so hard you feared he might cum before you could even get him inside of you for the first time.

That in and of itself was its own form of praise.

“Baby,” you moaned, feeling that lightning crackling across the sensitive nerves in your clit begin to reach a fever pitch, “I’m gonna cum. Can I cum? Please?”

He groaned, nodding against your chest with your nipple still sat snuggly against his tongue.

So you did, letting the wave of pleasure crash over you like a typhoon. You arched your body against him, rubbing against his length as well as it was trapped between your bodies.

“Fuck,” he moaned against your skin, feeling you clench around his fingers, “Next time I’m making you cum with my mouth.”

He came up to kiss you again, removing his fingers in one smooth motion as he did so.

“In me,” you muttered between kisses, “I need you in me Asahi.”

He groaned into your mouth, physically shaking a bit at your words.

“God, angel, I wanna feel you so bad. I want you to scream out my name and scratch my back and cum on my cock so hard you forget how to talk,” he said, his eyes fluttering closed as he kissed at your cheeks, “But, you can say no at any point. If it hurts, if it’s too overwhelming, whatever. Okay? You can say no and we can, shit, we can just watch movies all night, fuck your night lecture. Or, we can go to a restaurant, or… or.”

“Or nothing,” you interrupted, bringing up your hands to hold his face to soothe what was obviously a bit of anxiety, “You’re gonna fuck me and I’m gonna love it, and we can do whatever else sounds good afterward. I’m not going to my class whether we end up ordering pizza or fucking all night either way though. I’ve decided already.”

He chuckled, his smile stretching across his face as he looked down at you underneath him.

“Sounds like a plan then babygirl,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose, “Ready for that surprise now?”

He made his eyebrows jump a bit, a smirk curling up the corner of his lip. You couldn’t help but giggle, nodding your head as you propped yourself up on your elbows. You grabbed a pillow to support your neck while Asahi grabbed another as he sat back on his heels.

He slid the pillow underneath your butt, grabbing you by wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you down so that your butt was on the edge of the pillow, but your back was supported.

You looked down to where he was palming himself through his sweats, a wet spot from where he’d been leaking precum straining the fabric. He made staggered eye contact with you as he pulled down the waistband of his pants, letting his cock spring free from the confining apparel.

So, his dick was beautiful, actually.

Well, as pretty as a dick could realistically be.

“Woah.”

He looked up at you with a hesitant smile on his face as he maintained a loose grip on the base.

“Good woah, or bad woah?”

You couldn’t stop staring at it. It was a decent length and noticeably thick, but not too much. The color of his skin there matched the rest of his body, albeit maybe a shade or so lighter, and his hair was groomed well, like the rest of him. It was flushed a gorgeous shade of red, and his balls looked heavy and full, ready to fuck you open the way you’d somehow never fully imagined before this moment.

“Definitely a good woah,” you said with a smile present on your face.

He reached down to the floor to grab his wallet, grabbing a condom out from the pristine leather pouch. He rolled it on before coming up the bed to balance himself above you again. You could feel him resting on top of your sex. His cock was heavy and warm and leaking within the latex barrier.

“Ready angel?” he asked, kissing below your ear.

“Ready.”

hehehe lmk your thoughts ~ the masterlist for this milestone celebration // also posted this on ao3: here if you wanna bookmark it over there || taglist request || TAGS: @anime-central @hqintheclub

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𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ warning: overstimulation, hand on throat for two seconds, safe words used correctly, daddy said once, & slight dacryphilia. fem!reader.

So, we all know Ushijima would be one of those: "Move your hand or I'll make you" types in bed, right?

You're laying on your back, completely fucked out and dripping wet all over the sheets as he brings you to orgasm for the third time that night. Shaking with tears streaming down your face as you buck your hips into the air against his hand, sliding yours underneath his in an attempt to make him stop touching your swollen clit.

“Move your hand,” he said, firmly holding his hand on top of yours. Not pulling it or slapping it away, just... there, as a silent threat.

“No,” you whined, “Can’t take it. No more.”

The tears are coming down harder now, sliding down the sides of your face and wetting the hair around your ears.

“Angel,” he said, sliding up the length of your body to grab your chin, slowly lowering his hand to wrap his dexterous fingers around your throat, “I’m not gonna tell you again. Move your hand, or I’ll make things so much worse for you."

You whined, biting your lip to keep it from quivering violently.

"Safeword?" he questioned softly, releasing the hold on your throat just a little so you could speak freely.

You babbled, sniffling and moaning as the wave of contractions subsided and the feeling of euphoria flooded in.

"Yellow," you cried, knowing you could take maybe one more, but you were nearing your limits, "No choking."

He removed his hand from your throat instantly, running his thumb soothingly along your collarbone.

"You're doing amazing baby girl. Can daddy give you one more? I think you can handle one more."

"Green," you whispered, though you shook your head no and did not move your hand. He liked when you fought. It was your favorite type of scene to do together.

"Angel, please don't make me move your hand. You're crying so pretty already baby, I will make you cry more."

You weakly closed your legs, clamping them down on both of your hands above your sex.

"Do your worst," you groaned, looking him challengingly in the eye.

He nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Okay baby, I have something for that."

He removed his hand, using both to flip you over onto your stomach. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled your ass into the air, exposing you to the chilled air of your bedroom.

"Be a good girl and stay just like that," he commanded, slapping your ass for good measure.

He reached underneath your bed, pulling something from your box of goodies.

"When your throat is raw from screaming in the morning, I want you to remember that you asked for this."

He pulled two pillows from the head of your bed, putting one beneath your dripping wet cunt, and the other underneath your face, letting you relax onto the bed.

He slid something underneath your sex, turning it on and letting the device hum to life. The vibrations on the toy were low, but with how abused your little button was, it felt like it was on high. You couldn't help the loud moan that ripped it's way from your throat, your hands immediately fisting into the sheets to ground you.

"Can you take my cock again baby girl? Be good and cum for me one more time?" he asked moreso out loud to himself than to you, your moans echoing against the walls as he slid into you.

He fucked into you at a bruising pace, the slide easy with how wet you were for him. The toy buzzing against your clit made you see white. All you could do was take it, take every inch and every second that the toy and his cock worked in tandem to coax another orgasm out of you.

He was cumming deep into you as soon as you came all over him, the sheets and pillows beneath you a soaked mess as soon as you were done.

You must have passed out. So many fluids gone from your body in such a short amount of time had been exhausting. Blissful, but exhausting.

You woke up the next morning in a clean t-shirt, one way too big to be yours, amongst clean sheets with a warm body wrapped around yours.

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Hey hey! As a HUGE Asahi simp, I was hoping it would be okay for me to make a request? I would love to see Asahi with a female chubby reader who is insecure because she feels like he deserves better. And of course I wouldn't be opposed if you wanted to mix in some smut too! (I personally feel like praise kink and body worship would fit Asahi so well)

No pressure to do this if you don't want to or are too busy! But thank you if you do <3

a/n; okay first of all thank you SO MUCH for the request!! you're my first one :'D pls send in requests anytime for whatever you want. i'm chubby and i, too, am a big ol asahi simp so if i could kiss you for sending this in, i would.

my requests are OPEN! ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*. here are da rules. tl;dr – 18+ only (if you have no age in bio or your pinned post, i'm not filling your request), no heavy taboos... that's kinda it lol.

warnings; negative body talk, mentions of past ED, a smidge of self-imposed angst. [nsfw] oral (receiving), good ol fluffy body praising smut. fem!reader, CHUBBY!READER! in my mind, reader and asahi are in their mid 20s here.

「show me you love me」 ₍˶ˆ꒳ˆ˶₎✼:♡*ﾟ✿

Growing up as the "fat girl" amongst your peers is never easy. How pretty you are doesn't matter, how smart you are almost adds insult to injury, and everyone refuses to see you past your body. Friends, family, doctors, teachers. No one sees you.

So, as soon as you're able to, you started doing all the trendy workouts, the diets (both good and bad), the treatments. You name it, you tried it. You had dietitians and "weight management" doctors and pills and injections and... yeah. At the end of all that, going into adulthood, all you had to show for it were old needle prick scars, a bruised sense of self-worth, an unhealthy relationship with food, and even less muscle mass than you'd started with.

It was exhausting, and you were tired. So, you stopped. You learned how to eat for sustenance and pleasure. You danced because you felt like it, not because it was cardio. You ate what tasted good and brought you joy, and you spent more time with the people you loved instead of running yourself ragged inside your own head. Then, suddenly... life felt better. Not a constant day-to-day battle with food and your body, but something you had all the power to mold into what you wanted it to be.

Then you met Asahi, and fell in love, and for a long time your past filled with self-loathing and doubt finally felt like it didn't matter. Love had found you, for you, and nothing could steal that joy away.

Until, of course, life tried.

You wished you were strong enough to say it didn't win, at least for a moment.

"Hey honey," Asahi called, coming into your shared kitchen while fastening the last few buttons on his blouse, "I got called in to fit some models for a last-minute shoot and my assistant won't be back from maternity leave ‘til next week. Wanna come?"

You hummed, pondering the offer in your head as you tasted the soup simmering on your stove.

"Let me think. A Sunday filled with free luxury gifts from the modeling agency, free food from the meal carts, and getting to see my gorgeous, talented, amazing boyfriend in action? Yeah, I think I'm down for that. What all do you need me to do?"

He rounded the island of your kitchen, wrapping you from behind in a hug. His long hair was tied up into a high bun that matched your own poof. The sleeves of his button-down were skillfully rolled up to expose his forearms that flexed as he squeezed your soft body tighter, careful to pull you away from the stove instead of closer to it.

“I just need some help wrangling little things. Safety pin for a dress here, clamp for a shirt there, maybe a coffee if the day runs long. Yadda yadda.”

“I think I can handle that,” you said, nodding to yourself, “Soup’s done. Put it in the fridge for me? I’ll go get dressed and we can go.”

“Okay,” he said, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your plump, heat-flushed, cheeks.

You made quick work of rummaging through your shared walk-in closet, throwing pieces around until you had something remotely resembling a put-together outfit. You weren’t anything like your boyfriend when it came to meticulously piecing together clothing until you looked runway ready, but you did okay. Years of learning how to dress in a way that accented your rolls, curves, etc. had come in handy.

“Ready honey?” he called up the stairs, the sound of keys jangling in his hands audible even from where you sat at your vanity.

You snapped on your favorite gold tennis bracelet, slid on white tennis shoes to match your cropped leg pants and breezy t-shirt combo, and laid on a long thin cardigan. You smiled when you realized you were wearing something pretty similar to what Asahi had on.

“Ready!”

As soon as you walked into the brightly lit photoshoot studio together, you were instantly bombarded with a flurry of people. In true assistant fashion, you’d tried to hold one of Asahi’s many bags but no, the long-haired brunette wasn’t having it. His tailor kit and satchel hung from his free arm while his other was busy holding your hand. Though, that didn’t last long, since both of you were immediately herded into opposite directions to prep for the shoot.

Asahi had (thankfully, over the years) become a much more organized man with the good sense to add notes on what went where on the itinerary slid into the front of his bag. You sped-read through it, figuring out your to-do list relatively quickly. You flipped through the hanging bags of covered clothing to match each outfit to each model’s name, steamed all the *needs steaming* tagged garments on the appropriate temperature, and made sure all the shoes matched with their assigned outfits all before lunch.

“You’re killing it baby,” Asahi said in passing, kissing you behind the garment racks as he grabbed the next outfit they needed on set.

“Thank you honey,” you said, looking just as proud of yourself as you felt, “This was way more than just grabbing a “pin or two” like you said but I’m glad I could help. It’s fun seeing the looks all come together. You’re really good at this babe.”

Despite how tiring the day had been, getting to see Asahi in his element this way was extremely interesting to watch, since you were only used to seeing the prep beforehand and the result after. Being apart of bringing it all together was invigorating. 

“Sorry,” he said, looking it, “The project director slid the itinerary into the bag and gave you the bag and pulled me away, then by the time I came to take over you were already halfway through steaming the first few dresses, and the models needed to start fitting and-”

“Honey,” you chuckled, shutting him up with a kiss, “One, I was there, I know. Two, don’t worry about it. I would’ve gotten bored just standing around handing you stuff. I’m glad I could help.”

“I’m glad you were here too hun. The best, most gorgeous, assistant around. 

“Asahi!” a manager called out, probably wondering where he’d wandered off to.

“And, that’s your queue,” you laughed, sneaking in one more kiss, “Need anything else before I head home? Wanna cash in that offer for a coffee?”

“Please,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m gonna crash soon if I don’t get one. Should carry me ‘til we’re done with these last few shots.”

“Can do babe. Now, go. I’ll just bring it over.”

With that, he was on his way back over to the hustle and bustle of the shoot. It’d been a busy day, admittedly. Before you knew it over four hours had passed by in a flash, but it had been fun. Busy as hell, but fun. You weren’t surprised he needed a coffee. 

You made your way to the crafts table, grabbing an orange muffin before you set the espresso maker on for his coffee. You picked at it while you watched the shoot progress from afar, seeing girls change from your boyfriend’s clothing back into their robes and vice versa. 

"Oh, hi! You must be Azumane's assistant, right?” a girl said, sliding up next to you at the craft’s table, “I’m Bella. I’m one of the models. Uh, but you literally just watched me walk over here from the set so I think you knew that. Wait, sorry, was that rude? I didn’t mean to make it sound like I’m a huge deal or anything. I just meant I thought you saw me so, you know, of course, the girl taking pictures is a model. Duh.”

Her rambling threw you off a bit. You weren’t expecting the beautiful, long-locked, thin brunette to be the nervous type. Was she even nervous? Maybe it was just her personality to be a chatterbox, who knows?

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled, “I am his assistant for today. I’m not normall-”

“Ah! Oh, yeah. I heard something about you being out for a new baby,” she interrupted, snapping her finger like she’d discovered something fantastic, “Wow, you're glowing! Postpartum looks good on you. You know, the stomach doming thing will die down in a few weeks."

"Stomach doming?" you squinted, not missing how she’d gestured at your stomach when she said that. 

"Yeah, your stomach," she said, pointing down, again, to the offending flesh as she stuffed a donut down her throat, "My cousin just had a baby a month ago and her's looks exactly the same. She can't breastfeed or anything so the weight is coming off super slow for her too. Don't worry, it's totally normal. Sorry, I didn’t mean to notice that you hadn’t pumped since we got here. I’m just really in tune with stuff like that, yunno? Ugh, it's so crazy what our bodies are able to do. Sucks we can't all snap back like Kim K or Beyonce, or at least afford the surgeries to “snap back,” if you know what I mean. Hm, oh well. You look good despite the weight anyway, you don’t need any of that stuff."

Is this what Asahi liked? Tall bimbos with long wavy hair that had no filter and even less meat on their bones? Why would this be the type that he’d choose to model his clothes? Sure there were a few girls modeling his clothes that were bigger than this model, but still. She was so… pretty. She was eating that donut even though she was that thin and still looked amazing. She was effortless. Asahi was talented, effortlessly. Maybe he deserved someone who looked more like her, who was beautiful without trying. The kind of girl who looked pretty in his clothes without trying.

"Oh, thanks," you muttered, throwing the muffin in your hands into the garbage can next to you while you picked up the coffee, "I'm gonna go wrap up and head home. Thanks for the chat, Bella."

"Of course! Good luck with the new baby and everything. We'll take care of Mr. Asahi while you're gone."

You shuddered, speed walking your way around the set until you found your boyfriend kneeling down underneath a model's dress, clasping pins here and there. A female assistant, presumably the photographer’s assistant, observed for the sake of consent and all that, helping the girl with her bodice clasps.

"Hey babe," you called, not wanting to interrupt but you needed to get out of there. Now.

He came out from the layers of frill around her legs with one last pin in hand, his eyes wide behind his little reading glasses perched on his nose.

"Yup? Did you get the..."

"Yes I did," you said, handing him the coffee you’d almost forgotten in your haste, "Need anything else?"

"Nope, I think we're good here now. All the girls are in their last outfits, everything else is organized, and the photographer's lovely assistant here, Leah, already packed all my other stuff so I'm good to go. Wanna take the car and go home? I'll be right behind you. Leah offered to drive me, she doesn't live too far from us."

You shook your head, yes, trying not to look as dejected as you felt.

"I'll see you at home then?" you said, leaning down to give him one gentle kiss before you left, "Leah, bring him home in one piece please."

The petite, young, objectively gorgeous girl beamed as she flashed her glossy white smile at you. Her hair was shoulder length and dark, an almost blue-black. Her eyes were green like sea glass, and she had a few subtle piercings both in her ears and her nose. She was thin, but curvy, and held weight mainly on her breasts and her hips. The teenage version of you, still there buried deep in the recesses of your mind, would've literally killed someone to look like her. Maybe she was more his type instead. Driven, talented, and objectively gorgeous. It made sense.

"No problem Mrs. A. I'll have him home to you in no time. We should be done soon so yeah, be right behind you."

"Great," you said, finally moving and making your way down the walkway to the parking garage.

The ride home was tense. You had your music up way too high, you were driving just a touch too fast, and the lump in your throat was threatening to make tears form in your eyes.

“She’s another assistant. You trusted his other assistant to bring him home all the time, people drop each other off. It’s not that serious,” you muttered to yourself, finally pulling up to your home.

You were dating a fashion designer. A man surrounded by incredulously thin women and men all the time. You had to be more chill about this. He was a good man, you knew that. He’d never said anything to make you feel like your body was an issue, he’d always said things that alluded the exact opposite, actually. So, why? Why did you feel this way?

You’d made it about halfway through your shower and self-loathing when you heard the alarm door chime ring through your house. 

“Honey! I’m home,” Asahi yelled.

You didn’t bother yelling back, knowing he’d hear the shower running eventually and either know why you didn’t respond, or he’d come to find you.

Eventually, he did, rounding the corner into your bedroom just as you exited the shower. He had a bowl of the soap you’d made cradled in his hands with a potholder underneath.

“There’s my gorgeous girlfriend,” he said, not at all subtly looking your naked body up and down.

You covered up with a large fluffy towel, taking your favorite body oil in hand to pat it into your damp skin.

“Yup, here I am. You made it back faster than I thought you would.”

“Really?” he asked, inhaling a spoonful of soup, “We wrapped fast today, everyone was tired and ready to go home. I’m surprised that you came in and showered before you ate something. I wasn’t moving around half as much as you did and I was starving halfway through the shoot.”

“Oh?” you said, feeling anger beginning to bubble beneath the surface of your skin, “Surprised I couldn’t wait an hour before I stuffed my face?”

He was taken aback by that, setting the soup bowl on top of your dresser next to the door before he came in to wrap you in a back hug.

“Okay. We’ve been together for three and a half years. I know what misdirected animosity sounds like in your voice and that was it. What’s going on?”

You let your head loll back against the sliver of exposed chest peeking out from his shirt.

"It’s just,” you sighed, “One of the models thought I was your actual assistant because I'm so fat. She assumed I was the one who had the baby and kept commenting on my body, and it… it was really humiliating, honestly. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.”

"Oh baby,” he groaned, pulling you into a real hug from behind, kissing the underside of your neck. 

“And I just, I let myself go on this mental spiral about her and the other models, and I started wondering if you deserve a better-looking girlfriend, one with a nicer body. You work in fashion, you could easily do way better,” you scoffed to yourself, pointedly not looking at yourself or him in the mirror.

His head snapped up to look at you.

“Excuse me,” he said, appalled, “You have the absolute sexiest body I’ve ever seen in my entire life. It’s protected you and carried you through any and everything you’ve been through, how could I not love it? You’re also the most beautiful you've ever been as long as I've known you. I can’t get over how gorgeous you are. I brag about you to literally anyone who’ll listen. Hell, I spent the whole car ride home talking to Leah about her taking some shots of you, in my designs, for her final portfolio. She was so excited about it."

“Really?” you asked, your voice more of a whine than a real question.

He chuckled, kissing your cheeks.

“Yes! She saw the little yellow boho number I made on one of the models and thought you’d kill it in that for a concept shoot. She’s been planning it for months. She just hadn’t found the right muse until I showed her my favorite photos I have of you. Well,” he hesitated, “not my favorite favorites, but my normal favorites.

You chuckled, sinking more into his arms. He was running his hands along the span of your waist, pulling ever so slightly at the towel wrapped securely around you.

"So, looks aside, even though yours are great, I hope you know that you're more than I deserve. You make me so much better and happier than I ever was on my own. I have no idea how I managed to get such an amazing, talented, smart, sexy person to love me."

He had one hand lightly gripping your upper jaw, his fingers playing with the loose curls that’d escaped from your bun and laid beside your ears.

“I want you to look at yourself for me baby,” he said, kissing down the side of your neck.

Your eyes fluttered open to look at your reflections in the mirror. Your chest was red already just from his hands moving exploratorily around your body. His hand that wasn’t on your face was coming up the slit of your towel, reaching the top to undo the knot you’d made to keep it up. It tumbled to the ground, exposing you fully to him. 

“See how pretty you are?” he asked, running his hand along your stomach, lightly running his nails along the delicate skin until he reached your breasts, taking one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger to squeeze it gently, “I think you’re so pretty when you’re making this face just for me.”

You looked down from his face in the mirror to yours, taking in the pink flush on your cheeks. You’d bitten your lip, leaving it bite swollen and red as well. 

“I’m pretty?” you asked, a soft moan escaping your lips when Asahi lowered the hand he’d held your jaw with down to your pussy, using his foot to slide your legs apart and force you open.

“So pretty,” he said, running his fingers through your quickly moistening folds.

You let him explore you, tilting your head to the side to give him full access to your throat. He kissed and sucked at the skin, leaving small bites and bruises in his path down to your shoulder. He tugged gently on your hardened nipple, rubbing the swollen nub between his fingers.

To say you wanted him badly would be an understatement.

“Do you wanna move this to the bed?” you sighed, a small moan escaping your lips when his fingers delicately swirled around the surface of your clit.

"Please?" he whimpered in your ear, his voice barely a whisper.

He turned you around in his arms, pulling your naked body flush against his own. He kissed you as he walked you both backward towards your bed, careful not to stumble and send you both toppling down to the ground.

You pawed at his clothing, all but physically ripping apart the fabric of his shirt trying to get it off while he hastily unclasped his belt. Dragging his slacks down the length of his legs until they found their place on your carpeted floor.

“I wanna show you,” he said, breaking apart your kiss to toss you onto your sheets, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He wasted no time lowering himself down to your sex, gently pushing his thumbs down into your arousal slick pussy, spreading the lips apart gently to expose your most intimate parts.

"You're so wet for me," he commented, placing sloppy kisses on your clit, "Always so perfect."

He ran his tongue down your cunt and back up again, spreading the juices seeping from your slit around. You couldn't help the moan that came from your lips when he began flicking the little bud with his tongue.

You held his hair in your hands while he licked your clit, letting yourself melt into the pleasure the man you loved, that loved you back tenfold, was coaxing out of you.

You cried out his name when you came, making it sound more like a prayer than a simple collection of syllables.

He crowded into your space after that, cradling your legs as they were wrapped around his waist. He kissed you while he fucked you that night, licking and caressing every part of your skin that he could reach.

He made love to you like his soul would abandon his body if he didn't physically give you everything he had. So many sweet nothings and praises whispered into your ears as he brought you to orgasm again. No matter how hot you felt, or how tired your bodies were getting, you stayed wrapped up in each other. Not moving even when he came deep inside you with your name spilling from his lips. You just stayed like that for a while, him plugging you to keep you full until you physically couldn't stay that way anymore.

And when he bathed you after that and made you popcorn to munch on in bed while you watched a movie together before you inevitably fell asleep, you knew. This man loved you more than words themselves. No one could disrupt that. You just had to be more firm in your self-confidence, and everything will be okay.

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every time we touch (bokuto x chubby fem!reader as god-siblings): here (**)

submissive mommy kink bokuto x reader: here

(*) showering with bokuto (wholesome): here

asahi –

fashion designer asahi x chubby reader during a moment of insecurity: here

initiating your first time with him: here

(*) asahi is a crier in bed: here

ushijima –

(*) ushigushi being the “move your hand or i’ll make you” type: here

(*) pent up sexually frustrated ushijima: here

oikawa –

(*) retired camgirl reader x oikawa having skype sex: here

atsumu –

(*) grocery shopping with atsumu would be hell: here

(*) “i started sucking her tits to go to sleep as a joke… but guys… i don’t think it’s a joke anymore” drabble: here

iwaizumi –

trainer boyfriend x insecure chubby reader: here

noya –

(*) cockwarming with nishinoya: here

osamu —

(*) the miya twins confusing osamu's baby: here

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“how they were in high school” (in relation to girls): here

haikyuu boys ult kmusic/kpop artist(s): here

being a volleyball manager: here

drive-in movie date x haikyuu boyfriends (karasuno): here

assassination classroom x haikyuu: here (discontinued)

baby announcement with kenma: here (one-off baby-related drabble, not my normal content lmao).

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[kemakoshume]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

i feel like atsumu would start suckling on your tits to fall asleep as a joke. like, one night you’d be on your period and achy all over and not wanting to have sex but you can’t stop complaining about how sore your boobs are so he’d crowd into your space and be all like, “want me to suck a titty? idk if it’ll help but i’ll do what i can,” and you’d whip them out in a heartbeat because “sure yeah that’d be great actually,” and let him suckle to his heart's content. at first, you’re glancing at each other and giggling a little at the whole concept of non-sexual titty sucking but after a while, you both cuddle into each other and relax into it. the warm heat of his mouth wrapped around your nipple is actually very soothing and it does help relieve the dull ache that was bothering you before. you pull out your phone and start scrolling through some app and running your hands through his hair against the background noise of some sports highlight show he was watching when all of a sudden... snoring. this man fell asleep, titty in mouth, still going on pure reflex & you’re just... dumbfounded. and of course, eventually, his mouth relaxes and goes slack so now he’s knocked out cold on your chest, counting sheep into the sunset or whatever, having the most restful slumber of his god damn life, all the while your spit slick nipple is pressing right up against his cheek.

yeah sucking on your nipples until he passes out may have become a regular occurrence after that. even though he swears he doesn’t feel 10x more rested after falling asleep that way.

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[kemakoshume]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

why am i losing my mind over the idea of you, a former camgirl, having skype sex with oikawa. the seasons are long, way too long for you to go with him to every single stop on their tours to play other teams, so… you two improvise.

he’d call you up late at night after he was all showered and relaxed after practice, lazing around in the king bed of his hotel room. you could tell immediately where the conversation was going when his voice dipped down just a little lower and he says, “that looks like a cute little outfit you have on baby. wanna show it off for me?”

you’d slide back your laptop, getting your whole body (give or take your feet) in frame, sitting back on your thighs looking so fuckable in your new babydoll set. you’d feel yourself up, bringing your hands to your breasts to squeeze them, breathing heavier as you imagine that they’re his hands on you.

he’d tell you exactly what he wants you to do, all the while stroking himself to hardness through his boxer briefs.

“you gonna tip me baby? i used to get paid loads to do this,” you’d tease, knowing that he knew found your past both respectable and sexy. you were his. other men spending their money on seeing you meant nothing when he was the only man who got to touch you.

“oh yeah? how much for you to touch yourself for me babygirl, hm?” he’d say, easily falling into the roleplay, “i wanna see why you used to be so popular on that site.”

you said $100 as a joke, a very obvious joke, but still… he’d flippantly pick up his phone with his free hand, a smirk on his lips, and send you $200 instead, just because he could.

“now, show me how you fuck yourself when you’re alone angel. spread that pussy open, i wanna see what’s mine.”

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[kemakoshume]

PLS i just had the dumbest scenario pop into my brain. ok [imagine showering with bokuto], well into the relationship but still kinda new, doing the whole "i'll wash your back, you wash mine" thing except you both have the humor of literal school children and everything's wholesome.

a/n; reader is coded to be black & chubby, as per usual. this is pretty sfw, just a tiny bit suggestive. also, my requests are open as always & i'm always down for new moots. i miss y'all :') i hope everyone's doing well in school and work. anyway lmao, enjoy!

"Hey babe, hand me the stick loofah will you?" Bokuto asked, reaching out his free hand as he worked conditioner into his salt and pepper locks with the other one.

"You know you're actually supposed to wash your back after you rinse the conditioner out of your hair? 'Else the soap just dries on your back and can make you break out."

You had your eyes closed. The damp strands of your curly hair cascading down the nape of your neck as you lathered soap onto your favorite wash towel, rubbing the square section of tattered cloth across the delicate skin of your chest and arms.

"What?" he said, scrunching up his face in that adorably confused way that you loved, "Well shit, I guess I'll just wait. Naked and wet with nothing productive to do."

You chuckled, languidly flinging your arm behind you to smack him playfully.

"Don't just stand there hogging all the water dummy. Wash my back. I'm not as flexible as I once was love, I need some assistance."

"Fine, fine," he said, using both of his hands to grab either side of your plush waist, squeezing the soft skin as he switched your positions in the shower, leaning down to kiss you tenderly as you did so.

You were under the firm pressure of water cascading down from your showerhead, turning your body so that your front side was taking the bulk of the liquid. You stepped forward a bit, angling your head to the side so that water could momentarily fall down the length of your torso, continuing its descent down your ass, and onto your legs before you stepped back again.

"I'll wash your back, you'll wash mine?" he said, the click of the body wash bottle being opened audible in the small space.

"Only if you do a good job," you teased, grabbing your hair clip from where it was clamped against the shower caddy you had hanging from the showerhead, putting your hair up to give Bokuto access to the full surface of your neck and back.

He squirted a bit of the creamy, vanilla-scented, soap onto your towel, making quick work of cleaning the surface of your skin. His hands were huge, one firmly holding onto your waist to keep you still, while the other scrubbed away the grime from the long day you'd had.

He slowed his scrubbing when he reached your neck, taking a moment to massage the knotted muscle beneath your skin.

"Oh Bo, that feels nice," you groaned, feeling the tenseness in your neck dissipate as he worked his long fingers along the kinks.

"You deserve it baby," he said, leaning down to kiss your perfectly round cheeks.

You melted into the feeling, enjoying it for as long as it lasted before you eventually had to rinse off the soap.

"Okay," you sighed, feeling wonderfully relaxed, "Your turn. Rinse the conditioner out and I'll scrub your back."

"Oh, say less," he said, bouncing a bit as he eagerly switched with you to run his hair through the water, making quick work of squeezing out the hair product.

You cracked open the shower curtain, reaching down to get a pair of exfoliating gloves from the little box of shower products you kept just outside of the shower itself. Bokuto worked out his body much harder than you did throughout the day; between practice and the gym and how much the guy walked... you needed the big guns for this.

"Okay, it's all out," he said, grabbing your ungloved hand to run it through his now clean and silky smooth locks.

"Good job baby! Does someone want a gold star for knowing how to wash out conditioner?" you teased, taking it like a champ when he flicked your nipple in retaliation.

"Alright smartass, clean my back," he said, ignoring your soft "ow!" and the resulting smack to his butt.

"You're lucky I love you," you said, adding a tiny amount of soap to the exfoliating glove as you began scrubbing away at his back.

"You're lucky I love you," he said back, reaching his long arms backward to playfully smack your ass as you worked.

It didn't take you long to successfully scrub away all the day's effects from his skin, the gloves on your hands making the process much faster than just using a loofah would have been.

"Damn I'm glad your mom thought to buy me more of these things. They're so handy," you said, scrubbing away the last of dead skin and sweat from your partner's back, "They exfoliate so well."

"Turn," you instructed, making Bokuto wash away all the dead cells from his back.

"Kiss," you said, bouncing a bit as he leaned down to give you a sweet kiss.

"Turn again."

He did as he was told, turning so that you could wash his back with a decent amount of soap this time.

You don't know what came over you, but when you began your scrubbing again, you realized you'd neglected something, and the thought undeniably made you laugh.

"Uh, Bo..." you said, trying and failing to stifle your laughter. The giggle fit getting so bad that you had to lean your head forward to rest against his now squeaky clean back.

"What's so funny back there, huh?" he said, lifting up one singular eyebrow as he looked back at you over his shoulders.

You glanced down to look at your grown adult boyfriend's butt cheeks, your laugh irrupting as you made eye contact with his tight little buns. He involuntarily flexed a bit, making the muscles closest to his hips flex, which for some reason made you laugh even more.

"Nothing," you said through your giggles, "I just... I was just wondering if you wanted me to exfoliate your cheeks, or if you wanted to do it."

"I fucking hate you," he said, his own laugh booming against your tiled walls, "I'll wash my own cheeks, ma'am. You focus on your cheeks and I'll handle mine."

"Okay, noted," you giggled, scrubbing everything but his butt.

One of these days you'd be on "washing booties" level close, but not today. Not on a post-workout and volleyball practice day.

"Done," you said, spinning the towel into a tight (but not too tight) twist and playfully slapping it against his soaking wet skin.

"Asshole," he said, turning to come face to face with you, sliding his naked body against yours as he pulled you into a more heated kiss.

It didn't last long, since the once-hot trickling of water coming from your shower was beginning to turn lukewarm, which signaled that it would soon be cold.

"Fuck," he groaned, peppering you with kisses as he handed you your bath towel from the hanging rack, "Let's finish up in here and head to the bedroom, hm?"

You nodded, pulling him into one last kiss. A low creaking sound rang through the walls from the pipes, a more urgent threat of the quickly impending cold shower that was to come.

"Okay, okay, we're going," you yelled, filling the bathroom with the sound of your laughs while you both raced to clean the rest of your bodies.

You didn't beat the cold. The water of the shower turning freezing cold just as you squeezed the excess water from your towels.

You almost tripped over each other trying to get out and away from the assault, wrapping yourselves up in your large fluffy bath towels once you'd escaped the shower.

You spent the rest of the night making each other warm again.

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[kemakoshume]

「𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤」 (bokuto x f!reader)᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘᠃ a/n; i wrote this to procrastinate from writing my other chaptered fics :'D i get overwhelmed with how much i wanna add to ch fics so i needed a crack fic break. enjoy! xox // network tag(s): @anime-central <3 @hanayanetwork <3 @hqintheclub warnings; actually more suggestive than nsfw i guess but minors DNI anyway. crack, frats/sororities, mentions of sex but no like big sex scene (imma be honest with y'all... i rly didn't feel like writing one just for the sake of having it in here lmao sry), choking... gone wrong (but no one dies). time skip spoilers (names of new members and teams and stuff) — sakuatsu & kagehina are in this [3.4k words] ~

There were originally three rules in the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house:

Uphold the fraternity standards & bylaws* and hold your brothers accountable to these standards.

Honor the assigned quiet hours, chore wheels, & don’t enter people’s private spaces without asking. In summary: keep your shit clean and don’t be a dick.

A. School — stay at least part-time in your credit hours, keep up with whatever PhysEd major you’re taking, and keep your GPA above a 3.0; if you need any help studying please for the love of god speak up. B. Sports — Stay active in a team partnered with the Fédération Internationale de Volleyball (obviously MSBY—if you made it this year—go Jackals), or an accredited team in your sport of choice.

*Except for the bylaws about drinking. Fuck that noise. We’re all adults & we’re getting smashed.

Then, due to some extraneous circumstances, the executives had to add two more:

*** Per our landlord (yes she included the bold and all caps): “KEEP THE FUCKING TO A MINIMUM.” Apparently, our lovely Sigma Chi neighbors can hear us & we’re disrupting their quiet hours, so make it hard for us to know that you’re doing it if you’re doing it. Also, not a house rule just a moral reminder: consent is key gentlemen.

Please refrain from breaking the beds and/or bed frames (or shower doors, Atsumu). They’re expensive.

*Partners are still allowed, just be quieter if you can help it.

You and your boyfriend have some issues navigating the new additions.

Bokuto has been a member of Sigma Phi for about a year now. He’s been your boyfriend for about six months. Six long months that proceeded three months of “courting,” as your sorority house mom and your sorority president, Alisa, had put it—all of which culminated in lots and lots of raucous, euphoric, occasionally ethically questionable, noise-complaint inducing sex.

It was officially time for you, amongst some others, to pay the piper for that.

“Alright guys, thank you all for coming down. I asked both you and your partners here today to go over some changes to the house rules; since some of them also involve you ladies, and gentlemen—hello Kageyama, congrats on your team’s win last Friday—it seems right to have you all here for this at once. Plus, you’re normally here anyway so why not.” Meian walks to the side of the couch, changing the slide on the projector screen illuminating the blank white wall of the living room to the ‘Da Rules’ section.

“So, as you can see, we have two new rules on top of the old ones. Read them yourself—let me know if there are any questions after you do.”

You looked up at the screen, scanning your eyes over the words on the slide carefully to make sure you understood exactly what the fraternity president was saying via the changes. Bokuto sat next to you, his fingers slotted into yours. All of the other members of his fraternity, both single and non, gathered around you scrambled and laid across the living room furniture. Those that weren’t single had their partners cozied up to their sides as well, looking much like you and your own boyfriend did.

A few faces around you furrowed, including yours and Bokuto’s, as everyone finished reading the slide in full.

“Wait… so we can’t have sex here anymore?” Atsumu speaks up, cuddled underneath Sakusa’s arm. “I thought that was only a stupid rule for the sorority houses, just like that sexist “no booze for them but it’s okay for us” bullshit. When did this happen?”

His question is followed by a wave of voices all filling the space asking similar questions. With the better part of forty-odd people in the room, it’s almost deafening for a moment. “Oh my god, shut up,” Meian says, his temperate voice loud even without needing to yell. He began rubbing roughly at his temples. “Did none of you read the asterisk for the sex part? It literally says right here that ‘Partners are still allowed, just be quieter if you can help it.’ Okay?” the leader says, looking around the room for objections. All he sees is the dejected look of newly minted adults back.

You look up at Bokuto, batting your lashes softly in very visible disappointment. It wasn’t like you needed to be loud, you just couldn’t help it. He fucked you too good to not make noise; sure, there were ways to mitigate it, but having the option to be vocal for him all but taken away from you, solely because your other sorority sisters—give or take a few—were fucking lame, was not it.

“I’ll go over there and give my dear sisters a fat kiss with my knuckles,” you speak up, gritting your teeth. “Think that would solve their issues?”

The few girls in the room that you know from your own greek life nod, mischief painted on their faces just like it was on yours.

Meian sighs, “Look, we have to be respectful of our neighbors. Some of which house quite a few of you lovely ladies sitting here right now, so if you have an issue with the noise complaints, plural, then take it up with your Sigma Chi sisters, sans violence, and your house mom. Have fun with that argument when she makes you take it up with your executive board. I’d love to see how hard you push back on this if it comes to that.”

Atsumu groaned, throwing his head back against the couch with his hands rubbing at his eyes, rocking back into an upright position with his elbows on his knees.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” he says, talking more so out loud and to the rest of you than at the president. “We pay almost two-grand a year, each, to be in this frat and live in this house, not even including the day-to-day money stuff—and you’re telling me I can’t fuck my boyfriend as loud as I want behind my own closed doors? Please.”

“Ha,” Inunaki scoffs, chuckling to himself, “nice to finally get confirmation that Ku is the receiver there. Never would’ve guessed. You both sound like you’re taking it with how loud you are Tsumu.”

The twin scowls at the libero, his fingers twitching to flick the upperclassman in the center of his forehead. He relents, knowing that the older man could beat his ass if he tried. His years of training by fighting his brother would amount to nothing.

Bokuto clears his throat, sitting up straighter in his seat to address the chapter president. “So, not to be a dick about it but, uh, Atsumu has a point. We do pay to be here. We all follow the chapter rules, and besides, it’s not our fault the Chi girls—well, the other Sigma Chi girls, can’t hang. We don’t bitch about it when they have trivia night over there and scream shit about physics and mammals or whatever all night. Why do they get to tell us what to do in the privacy of our bedrooms?”

You nod along, jutting out your chin indignantly. You had plenty of love for your sorority and your sisters, but you were stifled enough within the insanely strict, explicitly sexist, utterly infuriating greek life bylaws that only seemed to affect the sororities, but not the fraternities somehow (even though they—other frats, not your boyfriend’s—were the ones that tended to be the cause of national news level scandals). Making the trek across the lawn to shack up in Bokuto’s bedroom was a whole different sea of freedom and opportunity that you just weren’t afforded as a sorer.

Paying money to be parented by a greek life system that didn’t understand that women could handle themselves with freedom, and to now have your freedoms oppressed even further in a house your boyfriend paid to keep running… man, fuck that. You joined greek life for the parties, the networking opportunities, and the community. You didn’t join for this shit.

Meian sighs, turning off the projector and flipping on the lights. He comes around the couch to sit on the arm, looking at all of you scattered around the large room. “Well, that’s the issue. The doors are closed, but the windows aren’t. Also, the walls are shit, the pipes carry noise outside, and all of you sound like you’re auditioning for America’s Next Top Pornstar during the weekends, and during the week in between practices—hello, again, Kageyama.”

The man shakes his head, sinking into his seat where Hinata is wrapped around him like a koala, grumbling something under his breath.

“Look, point-blank, keep the noise to a minimum, at least during the week. This isn’t just coming from me, we had a whole exec board meeting over this, and the landlord can and will kick us out of here if there are too many noise complaints filed on us with the city. Do you wanna go back to living in dorm rooms? Because I don’t. So, suck it up,” he says, a sense of finality in his tone. “You’re all dismissed.”

With that, the president leaves—stalking his way out of the backdoor and down the stone-step pathway out to the small man-made lake behind the fraternity house.

You all look around at each other in the room, small groans and whines coming from almost everyone in the space; well, those with dedicated partners at least.

“Well, sucks to be you guys,” Adriah said, lifting himself off of the floor. “Looks like there is more than one benefit to fucking older women that have their shit together already. See ya!”

He left as well, along with most of all the other single members of the frat. The rest of you loitered around the living room, talking and bitching about things amongst yourselves.

“I wonder if this whole thing will be on a recycle strike system like the other behavior-based rules,” Bokuto said, pulling you into his lap as you moved to sit on the floor. “Like… you can fuck up three times before getting your shit fucked but the strikes refresh every ninety days or whatever.”

A few of the boys hummed, some moving around the room picking up little trash things off the floor, while a few others handed beers around to those who wanted one.

“It might be,” Hinata said, his hair squashed by the weight of Kageyama’s chin resting on the crown of his head. “But, Meian probably won’t clarify until one of us breaks the rule so we can’t try to abuse the strikes beforehand. Fuck, he’s an evil genius.”

Inunaki chuckles, making his way across the room to go out the back exit door. “I don’t see why you’re all already trying to skirt around this one rule so hard. The board didn’t make this decision lightly; we know you’re all adults and deserve to have fun, but you did sign on and agree to rule changes, and at the end of the day this wasn’t really up to any of the admin. Just experiment with fuckin’ ball gags and embrace the wondrous world of asphyxiation or something if you really can’t keep it down—just, be careful! Be safe, don’t die.” The treasurer opened the door, only getting halfway out before he turned around again. “Just saying, you don’t have to alert the whole neighborhood that you’re fucking to prove to each other that it’s good! I promise.”

With that, he leaves, and you slump against Bokuto’s chest. Twiddling your thumbs together as you let your throats roam; pondering the older man’s words as you sit in their wake.

Choking. You’d never done that. What better time to try it?

“Hey Bo,” you whisper, turning in your boyfriend’s lap to whisper in his ear, “I think Shion might be on to something. Wanna go to your room for a little bit before dinner? Try some things out? Maybe… Youtube some stuff, watch some visual examples?”

His eyes darken to a medallion gold, looking down at you. He slides his hand along your jaw, gripping your face lightly to pull you into a mildly heated kiss. Through the slight daze of being kissed breathlessly by your partner, you do manage to note the sound of other kisses being shared in the room.

Looks like you’re all on the same page.

Bokuto breaks the kiss, his hand already underneath your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your soft tummy. “Hey guys, we’re gonna—” he said, stopping in his verbal tracks as he looked over to see nearly every couple left in the room making their way off to separate corners of the house—some even opting to go outside. The quickly approaching darkness of early-winter nightfall and the glorious lack of summer bugs made it easy to have some fun outdoors as well.

Looks like you all were really on the same page.

Bokuto stood the two of you up, grabbing your hand to lead you up the side staircase to his upper floor bedroom. The only two left in the room after you’d gone were Atsumu and Sakusa, holding each other in their arms as they kissed and cuddled around the kitchen.

You pretended not to see Atsumu dipping down to balance on his heels in front of his boyfriend as you ascended the stairs.

So, Youtube does in fact not have all the answers. Porn, even less so.

A little protip in case you needed confirmation on this: having your boyfriend—your boyfriend with no pro-dom experience—choke you to keep you quiet during sex… not a great idea. Even with both written and visual examples under your belt on how to do the thing, experimenting with heavier dominant aspects of sex is always best taught slowly, and by a professional.

You did not do things slowly or watch anything that came from a professional.

You can hear your boyfriend panicking, running next door into Hinata’s room with insane urgency. Though, despite how his panic may have made things seem, you were actually fine. You felt the slightest soreness blooming around your neck— where his hands had just been—and from his yelling pre-bolting out of the room you could tell your lips had the slightest tinge of blue developing on them, but you were actually breathing completely fine; the oxygen just needed a moment to fully flood back into your brain and up through to the surface of your skin.

Five more minutes of that and then maybe things would be a different story. Though Bokuto, understandably, thought he had accidentally murdered you, despite seeing your eyes open and responsive.

“Help! She… I think she’s hurt, and—fuck, less important detail but I’m gonna go to fucking jail!”

You chuckle as you hear him running door to door, asking for someone, anyone of his roommates to come help, and to call the emergency services line. You feel the subspace—the little elevation of epinephrine, endorphins, and enkephalins in your brain—beginning to alleviate itself a bit as you manage to sit up in bed, draping a blanket across your body to cover up, sipping at the water he had sitting on his bedside table when he launches himself back into his bedroom, tears running down his incredibly handsome, perfectly himbo-ish, face.

“Baby!” he yells, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist. His head is laid against your boobs, sobbing uncontrollably into your chest.

“Honey,” you say back, giggling as he continues with his tears. “Why are you crying?”

He sobs harder at your question, squeezing you just a bit tighter. Before he can answer, a few of his roommates come barreling into the room with an emergency worker in tow as they practically push the man into the bedroom. You can hear the sounds of basically everyone in the house running around trying to be of some assistance in the background.

“Hi,” the paramedic says, his voice soft and sweet, “My name’s Kenjiro. I’m just gonna take a look at you really quickly if that’s okay. Please remove the grown man from your front side and take off your bracelet for me please.”

Bokuto very reluctantly moves out of the way, sitting at the end of the bed by your feet as the healthcare professional starts to measure your vitals.

“So, can you tell me what happened in your own words,” he asks you, his eyes noticeably looking above your head to the slight indents forming in the wall from the (now cracked) headboard smacking against it—despite the little blocks you’d put in place to keep it from doing that.

You run through the tale of the evening, your cheeks and chest blooming with heat as you notice the small group of boys still standing outside of the room—some just standing ideally around while some are on the phone, and a few speak to the other paramedic that had come by as backup.

“I’m fine, honestly!” you say, your voice lower than normal from the strain you’d allowed your boyfriend to put on it. “We just tried something new and it didn’t exactly go as planned.”

“Something, meaning asphyxiation?” the paramedic asks, his face looking subtly smug. He places a blood pressure cuff on your arm, starting up the device as he puts a little clamp on the tip of your finger.

“Yes, that. I got a little… out of it, and didn’t tell him to stop when I got dizzy and I guess I was still making noise so he didn’t notice, and… yeah. Totally consensual, if that’s what you’re worried about. We’re just stupid and got a little carried away.”

The man chuckles, looking over at your boyfriend who’s three shades paler than he normally would be and looking like the human personification of anxiety.

“Well, that’s good. I don’t see anything that would allude to any unsavory actions. Nothing’s broken, you’re able to speak to me just fine, and your levels are back up. So, I think that’s all from me. Just be more careful next time. Maybe shelve the kinky stuff until you’ve researched it more.”

You slump against the pillows nestled behind your back in Bokuto’s bed as the healthcare team leaves, leaving only you and Bokuto—and all of his frat brothers—in the home.

“So, she’s fine?” Hinata quips, shirtless with messy hair that presumably meant you’d interrupted their fun. Atsumu comes up the stairs leading to your room two at a time, Sakusa close behind as he asks much of the same.

Bokuto explains for you that things are fine, and you both apologize for making everyone worry.

“Well, good. Meian and Inunaki both do know about this now though, so just FYI… I’d expect a little meeting about this later.”

You both nod, sighing and sinking into the sheets together again as the men all scatter back to their own little corners of the house, leaving you two to the silence of his room.

“Maybe we should stick to the ball gag idea next time,” you say, mischief clear in your eyes as you cuddle your boyfriend.

He chuckles, pulling you onto his chest to kiss every part of your face. “Not a chance in hell on that one.”

So, fast forward two days, and a lot of security camera footage review, later—the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house has three more new rules.

6. From now on, you break it, you buy it. No more sponsor money will be allocated towards sex-related property damage.

7. The rooms will be soundproofed on Saturday. Obviously having sex quietly & not causing bodily injury is too hard for you for some reason, so we’re making it easier on you. Once the soundproofing is done, no more sex outside of your soundproofed rooms; not in the bathrooms, not in the backyard, not in the kitchen… you gross little heathens. Also, a reminder: close your windows and the blinds before you do it. The elders that walk the campus for exercise can see you & they have complained.

8. No more almost murder in the frat house. My heart can’t take this.

And all any of you could say in return was, "yeah, we deserved this.”

yaaay that was that. a little mental break from working on my chaptered fics bc they're all becoming their own little beasts. i crossposted this on ao3 — bookmark it if you'd like to have it in case something ever happens to this blog (god forbid). tyty for reading xox

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[kemakoshume]

drive-in movie date x haikyuu boyfriends [karasuno] ᵕ꒳ᵕ-☆

warnings ☆; 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ characters are of age. spicy. [daichi, suga, noya, tanaka, & asahi] fem/afab!reader

daichi:

actually would pay attention to the first 20% of the film. however, his hand is always on some part of your body. gripping your thigh, tracing figure-eights along your skin with the tips of his fingers, holding the nape of your neck to pull you into sweet kisses. he could tell you were at the edge of your seat waiting for him to just touch you already since you pulled into the lot, but nah, he'd make you wait. when he finally can't take it anymore once you start sucking little marks all over the side of his neck he'd make you transition stealthily to the back. he's highkey the type to eat you out during the whole middle section of the film, wanting to make sure you walk away from that night knowing that your pleasure is his priority. you'd get so turned on from his constant praise and how blissful he looks between your legs that you'd give him the best (and i do mean the BEST) sloppy toppy he's ever received in his entire life. the only reason you don't have sex sex is because he's parked a little too close to the ticketmaster's office for comfort, and there is someone in there. no car shaking for you but RIP your headboard once you're back home.

sugawara:

wouldn't give a FUCK. he's hopping into the middle seat in the back of his car expeditiously and taking you with him. pushing the front and passenger seat up at an angle so you have just enough space to lean your body over the center console and spread yourself open for him. you'd reverse cowboy his ass into the sunset. he'd get so turned on watching you bounce on his cock, taking all the control, that he'd start fucking into you with the tiny amount of leverage available in such a small space. the car next to you is full of stoners, they take videos of your car shaking but, aha, your windows are tinted.

asahi –

my sweet, special, sexy man. he's the makeout type. he'd hold your hand and tell you random facts he found on IMDB while researching the movie before your date. he'd hold your hand over the center console and pointedly ignore how his dick keeps twitching in his pants because holy SHIT your boobs look so good in that dress he bought you. what part of heaven did you descend from, you sexy goddess of a woman? he'd order concession stand snacks and catch popcorn in his mouth that you toss at him. he'd do the same to you with little candy treats and about 30% of them would end up in your bra. having to open the car door to shake them out and hearing a chorus of moans coming from the cracked windows of other cars would make you both die laughing. you'd make it through the whole movie with only a hickey and big ass smile on your face to show for it. it would be a night you'd remember for a long time.

noya –

that boy is grabbing a titty. idc if you have on a god damn turtle neck, your tits are going to find their way into that man's mouth. i don't make the rules. mommy kink who? titty sucking until you physically need his dick in you, where? who said that?

tanaka –

oh bestie you'd make it maybe, MAYBE, five minutes into the movie before he had his hand down your (metaphorical) pants. i could totally see tanaka being the edging type. he'd hyke up your skirt (because yeah, you knew this was going to happen, jeans weren't an option) and rub slow circles around your clit. everytime you closed your eyes for too long he'd stop, fisting the back of your hair and leaning over to whisper "pay attention baby or you'll miss the good part" into your ear because you're having trouble focusing (obviously). he wouldn't push for you to finish him off once you'd cum but you'd do it anyway. he'd be straining so hard against his jeans at that point it'd be cruel not to let him relieve himself. the ticket person totally notices the cum on your shirt when you're scanning your way out

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[kemakoshume]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

man, imagine how fun it’d be to join the volleyball team as a manager. being nothing but a helping hand and an empty hole for twelve athletic, tall (mostly), strong guys all thirsty for a little bit of your attention and validation. it’d be a fun little game trying all of them out and picking your favorites. seeing who’s dick was the prettiest, who was the biggest, who knew how to stroke the best, and who was the best with their tongue. who could make you cum the most? who was the most dominant in bed? they’d all indulge you in making your little roster to find out. some would be way more respectful about it than others, sure, but you know what they all secretly want, and so do they. they want to see you spread wide open for them, how well you can take their dick, and none of them would pass up the opportunity if you asked. not a single one. god, imagine the training camps. so many sleepless nights away from home. so many men from your team and others, all for the taking. every single one would crave even a chance at being with you. girl managers are like a needle in a haystack in this sport, they would jump at the chance to fuck you. you’re hot. so soft and pretty and smart. all of them would find you so irresistibly fuckable. maybe they’d want to take you in pairs of two, maybe even in little groups, they’d be so impatient and eager to get a taste of you. could you take it if they all wanted you at once? passing you around from one dick to the next until you were all fucked out and exhausted? i think you could take it, you’re such a good girl i know you could. all the boys know it too.

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[kemakoshume]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

asahi would absolutely be the type to cry when he's deep in it. he'd be so damn overwhelmed with how much he loves you and how good you feel clenching around him, crying out his name, that it'd actually bring him to tears. he'd be so cute and shy about it. he'd duck his head down into the crook of your neck to suck and lick at the skin, kissing you and grabbing your hair with his free hand. "oh god, baby fuck you feel so good" he'd be muttering over and over again like a prayer, fucking into you way too deep and way too good for how soft his voice is when he's moaning your name.

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[kemakoshume]

man... i need someone to write a haikyuu aran fic where he's under-appreciated in japan. like, criminally underrated and not loved how he should be by the team's fans (just like irl heehee *pain*). but, anyway... aran doesn't do social media, at all, so he has no idea that he's the fangirls' favorite internationally. so when the team goes off for their first big boy match against a non-japanese school he's insanely (pleasantly, unbelievably) surprised when they make it to their first international stop and he's showered with love and praises (and panties) everywhere they go throughout the trip. they get to the airport and he sees the fangirls lined up and doesn't even process that they're wearing HIS jersey number and staring him down (he assumes they're looking at Tsumu, as usual), but when all the fans start excitedly cheering for him, saying his name, and trying to get his attention... he has no idea what to do with himself. the team is just as surprised but so happy they can't stop teasing aran for all the attention he's getting just to hide how much they wish he got this in his own home. but yeah, they're all really excited that he's getting the appreciation he deserves and aran just... soaks it all in and has a blast on their away games.

#haikyuu headcanons #is this a headcanon? #aran drabbles #aran headcanons #aran ojiro #idk lol #kk.concepts #kk.haikyuu #discord saw this first lol #i would write it #but im tired lol #im barely making it thru writing fics i've already started #so alas... here's a drabble #if u wanna snatch this as a fic idea just lmk

[kemakoshume]

i feel like grocery shopping with atsumu as a short person would be such a challenge. he walks so fucking slow despite how long his legs are and you have shit to get done. you can’t go your separate ways and do your own thing because he gets distracted way too easily and he’d forget where you were supposed to meet and wait… how many minutes did they say until we’re leaving? *ugh* you’re also way too small for him to easily find you over the rows and rows of merchandise. he tried calling out your name in the store once but everyone started staring thinking he’d lost a child or something so yeah, you refuse to let him do that anymore. so one day, while you’re sitting in stressful silence before entering your local shop for a grocery run, he pulls something out of the backseat, handing it over to you.

“is this a fucking lightsaber?” you’d say, staring at the plastic toy that he’d placed in your hands.

“yup, now i can’t lose you in the store even if we go our seperate ways,” he said, reaching over to turn on the neon blue ray of light, “now all i have to look for is the saber and it’ll lead me to you.”

he looks so pleased with himself you can’t help but smile too, getting out of the car with your hand entangled in his. he offered to hold your bag on his free shoulder, since you’re holding the lightstick in your free hand.

it seemed silly, but you did find it very cute when he ran up to you the first time after seeing the stick from across the store, coming up behind you to place kisses on the crown of your head.

maybe grocery runs wouldn’t be so bad after all.

this little drabble was heavily inspired by this tik tok (and something i used to do with my mom when i was little). it was a balloon tied to her cart so i could find her though, not a lightsaber.

thank you for reading! ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ gimme a like, a reblog, a follow, an ask (requests are open)!! whatever :D

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[kemakoshume]

h & h ✰ iwaizumi x gn!reader

☆ warnings (‼️) – negative body image talk, talks about mental health. not spicy at all but dom!iwa is there if you REALLY squint.

☆ summary – you’re having a bad self-image day triggered by some harsh words. iwa is there to make it better :')

☆ word count – 1.8k

☆ pairing: genderneutral!reader x personaltrainer!iwaizumi hajime

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* the tunes i listened to while writing this *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You hadn’t meant to let it get to you. Words were just that; words. They had no business sneaking their way into your mind and making you loathe the image looking back at you in the mirror the way they did. Yet here you were, staring at the silhouette of curves and lumps that made up your physical form, playing your mother’s words on a loop in your brain.

“I just don’t get it, honey. How are you still chubby dating such a fit guy? He needs to work you out a little harder,” she rambled, trampling over any attempt you made at interjecting, “Have you thought about changing up your schedule to make more time for the gym? I think that’d be good. You won’t lose him so easily if you do. Men are visual creatures you know! You have to give him something prettier to look at or those eyes will start wandering.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t cry. Yes, the weight had crept up on you. Depression, anxiety, and a plethora of other things had begun to occupy the space in your mind where self-care and exercise had once resided. Though you ate more, you hadn’t really been eating any worse. You just did physical activity less and the weight came on its own. Regardless, you were still relatively happy with your body. It had carried you through the hardest few months of your life, and you knew Iwaizumi loved it just as much as he did you. He just cared that you were here, and happy, and functioning well again.

You knew that. You wanted so badly to remember it even when her words stung like alcohol on a fresh wound.

“Hey baby, have you seen the fragrance plug-in refills? I know we bought more like… a few days ago.”

You could hear him calling out to you as he bound his way up the stairs. His footsteps were annoyingly light, which made sense for a guy with such a lean frame. Were your footsteps heavier now too? Had Iwa noticed and was just too polite to say anything?

“Babe?” he questioned, rounding the corner into your shared bedroom.

You stood there in front of your large floor-length mirror in your dark-gray cotton hipster panties and a black t-shirt bra. It took him less than a second to notice the trail of tears running down your face.

“Oh no,” he moaned, “What’s wrong?”

He crowded into your space easily, grabbing you into a hug. He’d turned you away from the mirror, putting your face flat against the firm plane of his chest. You melted into it, letting the tears flow even harder now that you could hear the concern in your partner’s voice, willing the knot forming in your throat to go away and allow you to speak.

“Here baby, sit down for me.”

He placed you on the bench situated at the end of your king bed, immediately sitting next to you to pull you into his arms again. You felt him pulling at your waist, beckoning you to settle into a straddling position in his lap, so he could hug you and hold you fully on the seat. The tears only flowed harder when you instinctively slapped away his hand, pushing yourself away from him to pace around in front of the mirror again.

You looked insane, you thought passively. Your hair was disheveled from running your hands through it, your face was red all over, and all the tears and snot made you look like a child that’d had their favorite toy taken away. You were better than this, at least.

You willed the tears to stop, putting a hand against Iwaizumi’s chest to signal “give me a moment” when he tried to come into your space again. You walked up close to the mirror, wiping the tears both shed and unshed away from your eyes. You smoothed a hand through your hair until it looked somewhat less unkempt, and blew your nose with the tissue Iwa had gotten you sometime during your cooldown period.

“So, can I ask what that was about now?” he asked, standing behind you where you sat in front of the mirror. That stupid fucking mirror.

“Can I ask you something?” you said, deadpan, your voice more hurricane than honey at that moment.

“Of course.”

“Are you ashamed to be with me?” you said, picking at the skin around your nails. You couldn’t will yourself to look up at him.

“Honey,” he said sternly, “Come sit with me. Please.”

He moved to sit on your bed, waiting for you to join him. You hesitated. Was this it? Was this the moment where the love of your life called you a disgusting pig and told you to move out? Was he so ashamed that he couldn’t wait for this moment to finally come?

“Baby. I’m not asking again. Sit, please.”

You sighed, pulling yourself off the floor. You absentmindedly grabbed a rouge t-shirt off the ground and pulled it over your body as you climbed onto the bed. Your eyes were still downcast.

“Now where the hell did you get that idea from?” he said, grabbing you by your ankles to pull you closer. You were criss-cross apple sauce in front of each other on the powder blue duvet.

“I just,” you stammered, trying to blink away the incoming flood of fresh tears, “my mom said some shit to me when we were on the phone earlier, while you were at the gym, and it just got in my head. I don’t know why I let her do this to me.”

“Oh god,” he said, not even attempting to hide his disdain and subsequent eye-roll, “Please baby, for your mental health, stop talking to her if it hurts you this badly. Almost every time she says something that makes things hard for you.”

“I know Iwa, I know. I just… she’s my mom. What she said hurt, it hurt like hell, but we don’t talk very much. She’s all I have too, you know? Besides you and our friends, of course, but still. I wouldn’t want her to not be in my life at all, even if she does make it harder sometimes.”

He huffed, dragging a veiny, large hard across his face in frustration.

“Okay, I get it. I don’t agree, not at all, but I do get it. So, what’d she say this time? If you even feel okay repeating it.”

You took a deep breath, letting the wave of sadness flow out with the air exiting your lungs. You told him what she’d said, making sure to emphasize that you knew it was just her opinion but still, Iwa wasn’t stupid.

“She doesn’t know shit, honey. She doesn’t know me, or our relationship, or what “keeps my eye.” You’re saying you know she’s wrong but what she said bothered you anyway. What’s going on?”

“I just… I’ve gained weight, Iwa. I’ve been so focused on transitioning onto better antidepressants and keeping up a good standing with work that I haven’t been taking care of myself as much.”

“Oh honey,” he groaned, sliding forward until his leg was wrapped around yours and he was cradling your head, “You have been taking care of yourself, and me, and this house. Weight loss maintenance is not the only measurement of self-care baby.”

You felt tears fall again, and you couldn’t help but curl into his embrace a little more.

“But, you love working out. Helping people get hot is your whole job!” you said matter of factly, “How are you happy coming home to someone who looks like your clients’ “before” photos?” you groaned, sounding every bit like the petulant child your mother always accused you of being.

He pulled away just enough to kiss your forehead, making eye contact with you that felt unwavering.

“Babe, I don’t see my clients as a before and after,” he sighed, “I see them as people just trying to take more control of their lives. The focus is never really about weight loss, it’s about getting them to a place where they feel happy and content in their bodies. The most successful clients I have are the ones that are already in love with themselves at their starting weight.”

“Really?” you ask, your face contorted in confusion.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, wiping away the stray tears left on your cheeks, “Despite popular belief, hating yourself is the absolute worst motivator for starting a fitness journey. Depriving yourself of the things and people you love because you feel unworthy is just cruel. Everyone deserves to love and be loved no matter where they are in their body image journey, and I need you to understand that includes you and me as well.”

He runs his hand across the top of your head, pushing back your hair to place even more delicate kisses onto your forehead.

“Honey, as long as you’re happy and healthy, then that’s all I care about. I love you and your body, and no poison your mom tries to smuggle into your brain is going to undo that.”

You sighed, tilting your head up to get a kiss or two from the man of your dreams.

“You know what’s crazy?” you said, feeling the hum in your partner’s chest, “I actually wanted to go back to the gym before I talked to her. Not even because of my weight, I just wanted to go to clear my head.”

He pondered over your words, playing with a stray piece of your hair.

“Well, if you want to start working out again, I’ll join you, but we’ll be doing it for our health. Not aesthetics. I love you exactly how you are baby, but if working out will help make you feel good mentally, I’m all for it.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah,” he said assuringly, smiling down at you before placing a firm kiss on your lips, “We can start doing yoga at home too, maybe? You’ve been talking about wanting to forever. It’s great for focus and balance, and flexibility.”

You didn’t miss the look of mischief creeping onto his face. You chuckled, kissing all over his face.

“You want me to be nice and nimble, huh?”

“Mhm,” he hummed into your mouth, “We should probably test out your flexibility now though before we start our new routine next week. I need an accurate idea of where we’re starting.”

“Well we wouldn’t want anything to be inaccurate, would we?” you said, falling into the sheets with Iwa, letting him remove the last bit of clothing on your body to show you exactly how much he loved your body the way it was.

Your heart felt a million times lighter somehow even though it was so full.

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