#matsukawa x reader
Mattsun x my second date 🍑 you went out last night and hook up with you're volleyball coach.
so uhhhh i may have girlbossed a lil too much with this one
words: 1k (whoops)
cw: fem!reader, volleyball coach!mattsun, college au, age gap (reader is 19/20, mattsun is in late 20s/early 30s), hooking up, strangers, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, minors dni
you’ve never been the type to go out like this, you never thought you’d feel comfortable getting drunk in some shady nightclub but somehow your friends managed to convince you. and, shockingly, you were having a good time—dancing stupidly with your friends in a too-short dress and scoring free drinks by flirting with dudes who didn’t mean anything.
and you’ve definitely weren’t the type to bring home one of those meaningless dudes for a quick fuck. this was so stupid, so dangerous but you and this mystery man had been flirting all night—your eyes zeroing in on the silver rings adorning his fingers and wondering how they’d feel against your clit. “it’s getting late…” he had said, massive hand gripping your thigh as both of you sat at the bar. “little girls like you should be heading home now.” but you, with alcohol fogging your brain and your tits practically spilling out from the top of your dress, clinged to the handsome man. “call me, issei,” he had said.
“so make sure i get home safe,” you slurred, pressing your body against his.
you barely make it two steps into your apartment before you’re dragging him to the bedroom. issei’s enormous body hovers over you, tugging your poor excuse of a dress down to bare your chest to him. “stupid slut thinking with her clit, huh?” he says, pinching your bud between his fingers, making you whine. “bet you wanted me to do this all night.” his cold rings against your nubs has you spasming underneath him.
“here…” you moan, spreading your legs, hoping he’ll show attention to your cunt ruining the lacy underwear you had on.
he chuckles at you, still playing with your tits while his free hand palms his cock confined in the dark slacks he has on. “that desperate for me to split you open, sweetheart? never taking his eyes off you, issei unbuttons his trousers, freeing his cock. it’s thick and heavy in his hand, slapping against the meat of your thigh and you feel how fucking giant it is.
you start feeling lightheaded, there’s no way you can take him but your cunt still pulses at the sight of him. issei smirks, pushing your dress up so the fabric is bunched up at your waist. peeling your panties off, he groans looking at your drooling sex, running his fingers along the slit.
issei stretches you with his fingers, the ridges of his rings against your sensitive walls. he spreads your legs more to get his head between them and laughs against your cunt when you cry out. his tongue laps against your folds, collecting the juices and making vulgar noises that just keep getting you more and more wet.
pressure is building in the pit of your tummy, you’re trying to push issei away from you but he’s so strong, keeping you in place until you cum against his face. finally he pulls away from your cunt, thumb still rubbing your clit just to hear your pathetic sobs.
“wan’ your cock…” you mumble, pulling issei up to kiss him. it’s hard to ignore the massive weight between his legs and you’re still so sure he’s going to break you.
“are you sure, sweetie?” he coos, rubbing his cock against your cunt. it’s so messy that he could easily slip in if he wanted to. “could cum just like this…”
but that wasn’t good enough for you. with your weak little body, you’re grinding on issei’s cock just enough so it finally enters you—both of you gasping when his tip catches your clit ever so slightly. “ahhh, fuck, you’re so big,”
issei grunts feeling your warmth around him, struggling not to pound into you. he’s about half way in when you’re crying on his cock, babbling about how it’s too much. “you wanted this, you little pain slut. you’re gonna take all of me,” and he’s folding your body in half, licking up your tears until he’s buried at the hilt.
“shit,” he breathes, taking a moment before he pulls out just a bit and slams back in. your walls are tight around him, spasming around his cock with every gasp and cry that falls from your lips. “such a pretty lil cockwarmer, aren’t ya?” he preens.
“sei, sei!” you babble, feeling that coil tightening again but issei shushes you because he knows. both of you cum at the same time, you’re creaming on his cock while he fills you with his hot seed. you’re gasping into each other’s mouths. issei pulls out, marveling at how his cum dribbles out of you.
“that’s a good girl,”
you’re walking into practice a few days later, still sore from what happened that night. you told your teammates you had fallen down. your faculty advisor had all of you lined up before practice with an announcement.
“great news, girls,” she had said, a prideful look on her face as she was brimming with excitement. “we finally found a coach to train with you!” the team started whispering amongst themselves, wondering who it could have possibly been. for months, you all have been desperately looking for a new coach after the last one retired, leaving you high and dry.
she started rattling off facts about him, saying he was a middle blocker for aoba johsai back when tooru oikawa was the captain. you drowned out at some point, massaging your sore shoulders before the door of the gym opened, and a familiar man walked onto the court.
“there he is! girls, this is issei matsukawa, your new coach.” she said, gesturing to the tall man standing before you. your teammates began whispering again, ranging from how excited they were to have a coach again to how “hot” the new coach was. but you froze in place, remembering that messy black hair and those silver rings on his fingers.
and as issei speaks to all of you, about how happy he is to help the team out during practice, his eyes never leave yours. “i look forward to giving you my personal attention,” he says with a wink.
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haikyuu characters x reader texts as me and my bfs texts
Pairings: tsukishima x reader, suna x reader, matsukawa x reader, komori x reader, hanamaki x reader, atsumu x reader, lev x reader
the video mattsun and y/n are referencing
THIS WAS FUN TO MAKE LMAOAO LET ME KNOW IF YOU GUYS WANT A PART 2 BC I HAVE SO MANY WEIRD MESSAGES WITH HIM- ALSO yall i promise my bf isn’t a mean person (currently mad at him rn 😒) ANYWAYS- THE THING MATTSUN AND Y/N WERE SAYING IS FROM A MEME UHH ILL PUT THE VIDEO NEXT TO MATTSUNS TEXT-
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matsukawa + toothbrush 🪥
Pairing: Issei Matsukawa x GN!Reader
Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Crack-ish, Unedited
A/n: Again, this has been sitting in my inbox for so long. I have one more that is in my inbox for this event (that is still ongoing, so pls send me some more!) Please enjoy! Reblogs much appreciated ♡
Mornings have never been a friend to Issei, and that’s something you’ve come to realize about him after being together for so long. It’s not a surprise to you when you just get some grunts and shrugs after he wakes up. Honestly he doesn't want to be awake. But jobs and daily life say otherwise.
This morning was no exception. Mindlessly Issei got up out of bed, as you had already gotten up and are probably drinking your morning coffee. It’s nothing new to the scruffy man.
Truth be told, he can do his morning routine with his eyes closed. Which he sometimes does. Today was one of those mornings. He ended up putting his sweats on with the tiniest bit of eyesight and then made his way to the bathroom. Taking care of what he needed to and finishing, Issei made his way out to the kitchen. He too needed coffee in the morning or else he definitely couldn’t function.
“Morning sleepy head~” you coo out to him in a soft voice as you’re sitting on the couch.
“Morn’n” he mumbled in reply. You knew what he meant by it even if it wasn’t the full word. A chuckle left your lips and you waited for Issei to come sit next to you like every morning before.
Time passes as the two of you sit on the couch, watching what ever tv show you picked out. Issei’s hand on your thigh lightly as he looks like he’s going to fall back asleep. It takes Issei a long time to fully wake up.
Even after breakfast you only get some short replies to small talk, which is fine. It’s when the two of you go into the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for your day that it gets interesting. You end up brushing your teeth first while Issei gets dressed.
Eventually he comes into the bathroom again and picks up a toothbrush. There are only two in the holder and usually he picks up his own and brushes away. But today he must have been extra tired. Why? Because he was using your toothbrush.
“Did you not get that great of sleep last night love?” you ask curiously as you watch. He didn’t seem to realize he was using your toothbrush at all.
Issei’s brows furrow as he thinks about it. “I think I slept fine- why? How’d you sleep?” he asks after he spits out the toothpaste from his mouth.
You can’t help but chuckle and shake her head “I slept fine. But I was just asking because you seem more sleepy than normal. And you’re using my toothbrush..”
Issei stopped moving completely, even stopped breathing a moment while he registered what you said to him. Slowly his eyes look down at the used toothbrush in his hand that hasn’t been rinsed off yet. A light smile crosses his lips as a deep chuckle escapes him.
“Heh... Sorry... I mean not like my mouth hasn’t tasted yours before~” he cooed to you, throwing you completely off guard. You couldn’t even think of something to come back to it. You were just in awe of how quickly that remark came out of his mouth.
It gets you thinking that even though he seemed like he was still a walking zombie, there’s always some way that he throws you off with a comment like that. And lets be honest, that’s one of the reasons you love him so much.
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ミ DAY SIX — WHEN THEY’RE NEEDY W/ HAIKYUU
ft. sakusa, oikawa, mattsun, iwa, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, atsumu, tendou
tw. fem!reader, cursing, dirty talk, praise, fingering, handjob, m!oral, creampie, f!oral, soft dom! w/ sub! reader
an. a mixture of pussy drunk and them being needy for you, this is day six and i hope you enjoy <3
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he’s hesitant to touch you, eyes glossing over your naked body, sakusa thinks you’re like a delicate gem, so beautiful to look at but afraid if he’s not too careful you’ll slip through his fingers; and shatter. a tremble of his name and he’s pulled from his lingering thoughts, “what do you want, princess?” his larger body leans down, eyes scanning over your face when he finally touches you, fingers skimming down your soft skin and that’s when he realizes; he wants more. the voice, the begging tone of you calling out to him—sakusa needs to hear it. “kiss me” he urges, lips brushing across your own “i need you to kiss me while i make you cum” and sakusa drops the clueless act, skillful fingers playing with your slit, dipping in your wet hole and his deprived tongue exploring the insides of your mouth. he swallows every moan you recite to him, his cock throbbing every time you beg for more, it builds the warmth in his chest, masks his vision with want and sakusa is growing desperate. “cum for me, please” his voice is muffled between your lips, digits pumping faster—and your voice; driving him to crash you into your orgasm. he feels your legs shake, your cunt gushing all on his fingers and sakusa watches the gem shatter from below him; and it’s such a beautiful sight.
“but princess, i need you” oikawa pouts, throwing his hands over your body as you try to get out of bed, “look how hard i am” he grabs your hand guiding you under the covers at his brief bulge “you make me this hard” he coos, eyes growing bigger when you grab him. “s-see? s’hard f-for you” oikawa stutters out, watching your hand slowly jerk him under the fabric, “f-fuck, just like that” your wrist snaps harder, fisting harder and closing his trembling lips with your own. oikawa struggles to concentrate on your hand, lips swallowing his choked moans—his neediness overflowing his brain. “wanna cum, wanna cum for you princess, please” oikawa whines, eyes rolling as you pump harder lingering your lips down to the sensitive skin on his neck. “fuck fuck fuck” he chants now, hips bucking into your hands, his cock throbbing against your palm. oikawa’s bronze eyes meet your gaze, lips parting with moans when he lets go, white ribbons painting his stomach, and oikawa keeps looking at you; but he had to. after all, he couldn't cum without you.
“need help?” iwaizumi grins, his calloused thumb soothing circles on your bare thigh. “can my pretty girl not ride me anymore, getting tired?” he taunts, lips curling into a sweetened smile, iwaizumi pushes the strands of hair from your face gazing at your fucked out expression; you looked tired. but you kept going, shaking your head and continuing to bounce on him. iwaizumi groans, swallowing the thick lump in his throat, he’s been holding out for so long; in all honesty he was so close to tipping over as soon as your warm cunt engulfed him. “move your hips like this, yeah? make me feel good princess” he muffled the moan, resigning in your neck; mostly to cover the soft pink shadowed on his cheeks, his arms wrapping around you to mask the tremble of his fingers. he silently thrust inside you, bouncing you harder on his lap, cock smoothing against your walls and soon enough you begin to unravel. tight coil snapping beneath your stomach, gushing around him—iwaizumi can finally let go, coloring your velvet walls with pretty whites. “see angel? you can’t cum without me” he places a kiss on your cheek, and he’s lying through his teeth though because it’s the other way around.
his eyes are trained on the tv, arm lazily slung across your shoulder as you watch faded figments of the tv, the pixels descending into your brain while something else clouds it. you look down at his lap, gut turning at the faded outline of your boyfriend's crotch. your eyes gaze back up at him, his face is relaxed with lips pursed in concentration. matsukawa darts his eyes over to you when you start palming at his crotch, cock throbbing under your grasp as soon as you start rolling your hand across it. “whatever you do, don’t fuckin’ stop” he says, gritting his teeth with his chocolate orbs studying you. “need your mouth now” he demands, pulling his cock out from under your hands and slapping it against your mouth, “suck, please angel.” his head slams against the back of the couch, groaning when your mouth slides against his length, the stretch held in your mouth burns but the whimpering coming from your boyfriend is well worth it. “y-yeah, just like that, please more” he moans, fingers threading through your hair and aiding you down further, your head bobs—mouth slurps and chokes around his length. “you know once i cum down that pretty throat of yours, i’ll want more” matsukawa groans, feeling his body completely crumble to your touch.
“fuck, don’t stop” kuroo pushes your head harder on his cock, the tip of his tongue swiping his bottom lip “needed this all day, angel.” his fingers grip your hair “but you know what’s better?” cumming in that pretty pussy.” kuroo looks down to you, head cocking sideways “don’t you think?” and you have no right to answer, only using his temptations to fuck you more when you get between his legs, but as soon as he is above you, clothing stripped, lips locked—he’s falling apart. “t-tight, shit, you’re so tight” kuroo eyes close shut, driving on the instinct of rolling his hips and moans slipping from his mouth, he’s drowning, waves above his head at the feeling. falling forward to fuck you deeper in the bed, hands flying up to hold him from the ruthless pounding. “gonna—gonna cum” kuroo recites the words, chanting them back in louder volumes when his cock sinks to the deepest parts of you, a gurgled choke when he feels your weeping cunt gush around him. he sucks a breath in, gathering the oxygen to fuel his lungs but it doesn’t feel as good as suffocating under divine waves of you.
“go ahead and do what you want with me” kenma whispers, pushing your hair behind your ear “i’m all yours.” and a pinch in your stomach throbs at his words, rising your orbs at him, he smiles “fuck me the way i deserve” he lays back, hands gripping harder on your plush hips “i know you can do that.” you gulp, watching your boyfriend hovering your cunt over his cock “only you know how to fuck me so good, my pretty girl.” kenma sighs, a relief of tension draining through his system when you sink down, hands shaking at the heat sliding on his length “y-yeah, that’s it.” your head unstable at the stretch, face knocking down on his shoulders, gasping at the pleasure rushing through your veins, kenma brings a hand up on your back, rocking you against him “you’re doing good—so good for me princess.” tired eyes look at you, watching your body curl against him, mindlessly getting off on him and kenma is sober but he feels so drunk; mind clouded with nothing but bright colors taunting his orbs. in the world he paints so black and white, you splash colors on him, “you wanna make me cum?” he breaks the silence, muffled whimpers leak from his shoulder, yet he hears the simple yes. he smiles, “make me cum then” kenma doesn’t know why but shades of new colors invade his mind as you cream around him, life isn’t so simple when he has someone making him work for something more complex.
bokuto is behind you, pounding into you from the back as it’s his favorite way to fuck you—watching all your beautiful curves move in delicate directions at the drills from his cock. they’re sloppy, pausing every so often to smooth a hand over your back, he’s only been in for seconds but god—it feels like a lifetime to him. they’re needy thrusts, angled just right to curve his cock deeper in you and he’s already at the end of his rope, dick throbbing for release and every time he thinks about it; there’s only one ending. “don’t wanna” he pouts, shutting his eyes tight, head tilted towards the ceiling, praying mindlessly to a god for time to slow the fuck down. but not all prayers are answered and evidently that’s now; as he cums inside you after another shock worthy pump. “not done baby, i swear” and bokuto is a man of his words, flipping you over, legs thrown over his shoulders and he’s back at it again, fucking through the sensitivity lined on his dick and straight into your weeping cunt. his jaw is tight, eyes watching your face contort￼ into nothing but beautiful features and he wants this moment just for a little bit longer, or if possible just rewind everything because seeing you, watching his cock disappear inside you; it’s a moment worth living in forever.
“my precious angel, aren’t ya so cute?” atsumu hums, face buried in your cunt, absently licking inside your hole. “so sweet cumming on my tongue” he coos, bringing a thick finger up to slowly sink in your pussy. your back arches off the bed, spine crumbling under the weight of your boyfriend's tongue lapping at your clit, fingers curling in your tight walls. “that’s it baby, give me another” atsumu groans when you do as he says, liquids coating his finger, airy moans fluttering from your lips. he takes it all, everything you have atsumu wants it, he craves how good he makes you feel—the way your body moves and trembles for him. pride fills his chest watching you cry out, clawing at his broad shoulders, he can fuck you with his tongue, make you cum with one curl of his fingers but with his dick; you can’t stop begging for more. “i got ya baby, gonna fuck ya so good” atsumu hovers over you “cause i’m the only one that can make ya feel this good, right pretty baby?” and he takes the audible gasp as an answer when he slides in, heavy arms above you buckling at the sight and once is never enough with him—not when he’s the one that starts begging for more.
tendou is a clumsy lover, he stumbles to take your clothes off, trips over his words when he’s finally hovering over you. his heart feels so heavy, he can barely breathe looking at you. his chest is tight, like his head is barely above the surface. and it feels like this everytime, with you—he feels immortal, life shouldn’t be this good with you or your cunt. “look at me, please princess” he asks delicately, he never wants attention drawn on him but right now tendou wants you to watch, he wants to see the faces you make, the moans you expel— and maybe, your eyes locked on him; he won’t feel so lost. “does it feel good pretty girl?” tendou softly brings his hands up to your face, cupping it within his grasps, his cock slowly sinking inside you, you gasp hands grabbing at his shoulder “i’m right here, not going to move till you say so—okay angel?” and he’s reassuring himself with the words, looking into your eyes for the answer. it’s tied within your orbs, flickering happiness to him. tendou smiles back, shakily grabbing your knees and spreading you further, slowly pumping inside you, the warmth overflowing on his cock—the wetness coating him and dripping down to his balls and tendou is so afraid always to tumble over into this unexplainable bliss ￼but with you, it’s a free fall.
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i’ve been thinking real heavily about men who show you how to get them off, who sit there with their legs spread so you can sit between them and watch as he slowly strokes himself, teasing eyes look back at you as you squirm under his gaze. he’s got one hand around his length and the other reaching out for your own, showing you how to wrap your fingers around him and guiding your fist up and down before he’s letting go and having you take over completely. leaning forward, he’s meeting you halfway with a heated kiss, a hand resting at your neck to keep you close. it’s all tongue and teeth, nothing but sloppy exchanges as praises fall past his lips of how good you’re making him feel.
“just like that pretty, squeeze just a lil- fuck, that’s it.”
suna, matsukawa, aran, atsumu, eren, jean, zeke, erwin, nanami, getou, gojou, draken, mitsuya, mikey, dabi, shinsou, hawks — do that.
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I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE PERVERTED THINGS HQ BOYS DO, PLS DO MORE CHARACTERS IF U CAN AND IF ITS OKAY 😭🖤
YES ANON I CAN I AM GLAD U LIKED THEM I HOPE THESE CHARACTERS R OK
also i like put more plot into these than the other one random observation 🤔🤔
perverted things the hq boys do pt2 (pt1)
nsfw (no actual smut), minors go away please
kei tsukishima was your upperclassman who happened to live down the street from you, so you two often were together at the bus stop. you thought your senpai was just being friendly when he sat next to you, even though there were other free seats, but you liked it. you liked when he asked questions about you and pressed his thigh into yours. you weren’t too sure if you liked when he’d place his larger hand on your thigh, rubbing the inner with his thumb, but you’d put up with it if it meant you got seen with an upperclassman.
issei matsukwawa, also known as the man who you saw at the gym most mornings. always welcoming you with a cocky smile as he lifted the dumbbells. one morning, you came in with the intention of trying out weights, and why not ask for help from your friend who was always there and seemed to know what he was doing. he was only being helpful as he rested his hands on your hips as you squatted down, whispering what a good girl you were being.
keiji akaashi had always been such a gentleman, so much that when he asked you to be his partner for his dance class, you happily accepted. when you learnt the choreography, you blushed at the though of anyone, let alone akaashi, holding you like that. you couldn’t tell if keiji’s hand on your breast or your lower back was a part of the choreography, but if it meant you would get a passing grade you would put up with it.
osamu miya always insisted on going with you on your shopping sprees, he loved seeing you look at all the clothes you liked, and admittedly found a few items he would end up buying for himself. it was your 10th store, poor samu was tired, so you couldn’t put the fault on him when he opened the curtains to his dressing room only to find your panty clad self, staring at him in shock through the mirror as he smirked and shut it slowly.
rintaro suna was a quiet man, so why he was so eager to be your friend was beyond your knowledge. he’d always insist to walk you home, so you would often sit with the managers when the team was practicing. one late night, suna came up to you claiming he had forgotten his drink bottle and asked to borrow yours. you happily handed your full one over. rintaro almost laughed at your stupidity as he took a chug from your bottle, only to push the water from his mouth back into your bottle and hand it back, hardening when you took a sip.
kenma kozume was your boyfriend’s best friend. a shy boy, always engrossed in his videogames. he didn’t talk much, but when he did he seemed nice. you were at your boyfriends house one night as he touched you, making you whimper out in pleasure. you never thought his shy neighbour and best friend would have snuck in and was recording your little noises through the thin walls of the house for his own enjoyment later.
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HAIKYUU BOYS WITH A LIPSTICK KINK
genre | smut, fluff (18+)
pairings | atsumu miya x fem!reader, bokuto koutarou x fem!reader, matsukawa issei x fem!reader
word count | 3.8K
warnings | nsfw. minors dni. bokuto's has so so much fluff pls. arousal from wearing lipstick. unprotected sex. oral. throat fucking. degradation. dick kissing. public sex. cumming on face. face slapping with their dick. etc. DO NOT IGNORE WARNINGS.
author’s note | idk how tf i came up with this but tbh i just want my lipstick stains on atsumu’s cock so <3
ATSUMU thinks you look hot as fuck no matter what you do. it’s insane just how quickly you’re able to turn him on with the smallest things that make you who you are. he loves all the stuff you happen to be passionate about. however— when you enjoy doing your makeup, he thinks you look the hottest.
something about watching you apply your red lipstick, swiping it back and forth as you smack your lips together, and admire yourself in the mirror seriously drives him insane. he loves a woman who can do both. with or without makeup, you’re hot as fuck. but he still finds himself licking his own lips thinking about your red and plump ones suffocating his in sloppy kisses; just finding that to be a more erotic thing you can pull off by doing the bare minimum.
he honestly doesn’t know what to call it, but every time he sees you wearing lipstick, licking excess lipgloss on your lips, tongue swirling around your lip, anything of that sort— he fucking loses it.
so on a day where he felt particularly giddy about seeing you wear that special lipstick, and comes home to see that you’re not wearing it, he decided to confront you about it.
“baby, why aren’t ya wearin’ that one red lipstick?” he asks curiously as you’re lounging on the couch.
“hm?” you look up from your phone across the couch, with a confused look on your face. “which one?”
“ya know... the one with the golden rose on the cap?” he clarifies, you made a noise of familiarity, knowing what he’s talking about.
“oh. i just didn’t feel like wearing any makeup today, ‘tsumu,” you ponder. “why do you ask?”
“ah... no particular reason,” he trails off, turning back to the tv. you gave him a weird look before shrugging it off. he probably saw you wear it a lot.
a few minutes pass by before he gets up abruptly from the couch and goes to your bedroom, going over to your vanity table where you keep all your makeup goodies and rummaging in your bag that carries the lipsticks— which, by the way, he was surprised he was able to actually find it through your large collection of products.
you were still immersed in whatever was on your phone before you felt hands rest on your shoulder from behind the couch, you look up and meet atsumu’s gaze, before turning to see the item he held in between his fingers and raising a brow.
before you could say anything, atsumu strokes your hair softly with a daring grin and actually explains why he’s holding it.
“put it on for me, baby,” he states in a commanding tone, you raise a brow and he huffs. “please?”
you were confused at the sudden request but obliged nonetheless; slowly taking the product from his hand, removing the cap before applying it. atsumu watched as you swirled it around your lips with a dark look in his eyes. he felt himself getting hard at the sight, immediately replacing the image of lipstick with his cock dragging against your lips instead.
you didn’t even get a chance to fully apply it before atsumu harshly gripped your chin, tilting your head to look up at him and he smashed his lips against yours, in a hungry manner.
“mmph!” you made a noise of surprise when he moved his lips against yours rapidly, tongue gliding over your bottom lip and humming at the hint taste of cherry. you couldn’t help moaning against his mouth as he practically smothered his lips with yours, taking your breath away and the kiss itself was numbing because it’s not something atsumu has voiced loudly before.
it didn’t matter how you applied because either way he was clearly planning to make a mess of the lipstick on your mouth. when he pulled away to catch his breath, along with yours— he took a moment to drink in your parted lips with red smeared around it. you looked so fucked out and he hadn’t done anything.
remembering his problem at hand, he brought his thumb to rub some of the colors around your lips, barely doing anything but smearing it furthermore; grinning mischievously at the mess he caused.
“can ya put those messy lips to good use?” he chuckled as he pulled away, beginning to unbutton his pants, you were taken by surprise but didn’t mind one bit, because when he pulled out his hard cock; veiny and bulged at the little lipstick incident. you felt yourself lick your lips at the sight.
he leaned over as he dragged his cock across your lips from side to side, further smearing the red color on your mouth and on the tip of his cock; he dared even slap your cheeks with it; chuckling at your eagerness as you reach out to lick his cock. because he was about to ruin your face and smear it with his own cum swirled with the red color that would have been on your lips.
you were seriously taken back but you knew you were gonna enjoy this; so you wrapped your lips around his tip and pulled away to prepper kisses to it, causing a soft moan to slip from atsumu’s lips.
“just like that, baby,” atsumu threw his head back in bliss with a lazy victorious grin. “i wanna see yer kisses imprinted all over ma dick.”
BOKUTO is your biggest hypeman! he’s just the biggest simp for you in general. he loves you so, so much and he’s actually your #1 supporter. he, like atsumu, thinks of you as a goddess to worship all day and every day. he finds you hot in almost everything you do. he just thinks you’re so beautiful in all the little things that make you who you are. you accomplish one thing (it could be the smallest thing like getting a productive task done) and he’s running around the house praising you for doing a great job on whatever you did. he’s just an absolute supportive king.
that being said… he’s still a pervert and always manages to sexualize the littlest concepts about you. you can’t blame him, okay? you just manage to make everything about you ooze sex. but he’s your pervert and you adore him just as much. even though due to the fact he’s a pervert, he ruins a lot of moments.
because bokuto is a pervert and your #1 fan, he’d either get hype or get horny. and now, he chose the latter. or both in a sense.
you went out shopping with your friend today so you could finally restock on some of your makeup essentials, and she happened to suggest a new popular matte lip cream that would look astonishing on you and match your skin complexion! she told you that it’s definitely a color that works well with your undertones and really makes your lips look plump and ‘kissable for bokuto-san’!
you narrowed your eyes at your friend’s remark but you actually couldn’t wait to ask bokuto’s opinion on the color. especially since it’s quite a bold color that you’ve never really worn before. you thought it looked good on you too and asking bokuto what he thinks makes you all giddy and warm in the end.
bokuto had just gotten back from practice and was laying down on the couch scrolling through his phone, probably waiting for you. when you came back, you greeted him with a sweet kiss to the top of his head and then ruffling his hair as he grins widely, telling him you’ll be right back to make dinner for you both.
when you went back in your room, you decided you should ask for his opinion now. so you opened the new lip color and applied it, mushing your lips together to spread it evenly and you smiled to yourself. she was right, this does look amazing on your skin.
when you went back in the living room, bokuto was still scrolling through his phone and laying lazingly on the couch. so, you approached him from behind and softly closed his eyes with your hands, him making a soft noise of surprise.
“baby?” bokuto mumbled confusingly when his vision when out suddenly and he looked up, hands still covering his eyes. “what’s up?”
“kou, i got a new lipstick and i want your opinion on it!” you stated and bokuto smiled excitedly and nodded.
“well, how am i supposed to see it if—?” bokuto’s vision was back when you removed your hands, but your face was still upside down to him. “hm, well… baby, i can’t really see so i think you’re gonna have to come closer.”
“huh—? KOU!” you leaned over, squealing in surprise when suddenly bokuto turned around in his spot and grabbed your waist, pulling you over the couch in a bone-crushing hug and then sliding you into his lap, where he really got an upclose look on the color.
bokuto’s own lips parted in awe once he really took in your facial features with the color; his cheeks tainted pink at how absolutely pretty you look. and he’s barely taken back in surprise because you always look amazing. but right now, all he really wants is to kiss you (much like your own friend mentioned) and feel the way your lips move against his; and he’s hoping maybe that the lipstick has a little flavor so he’d absolutely devour your mouth until there wasn’t a single tint of the lip color on you.
“so... what do you think?” you ask shyly because he hasn’t said anything in the past few minutes. did he not like it—?
that snapped bokuto out of his little starstruck trance.
“you’re so pretty, baby,” he smiled sloppily, hands grabbing at your waist tighter. “i love this color on you. please wear it again.”
“awh— thank you, kou! i think it’s a little bold for my taste but i never really wear colors like this—mmph!” you were cut off mid-sentence when bokuto suddenly pressed his lips against yours, softly at first, taking you by surprise but you kissed him back nonetheless.
you tried to pull away to breathe but he kept pulling you back in, and the kiss getting rather more heated in his arms. bokuto couldn’t help himself, truly— you just look so hot and this lip color is nothing new to make him feel like this. like he couldn’t help lapping up at your lips as if he was starved; tongue exploring your mouth and grinning when the creamy taste of strawberry filled his senses.
he also couldn’t help but grab at the flesh of your ass in his lap, gliding his hands up and down your waist; moving over to cup your breast as his lungs pound like a heart at the lack of air. he especially couldn’t help but grind up into your clothed core, softly moaning into your mouth that he’s in desperate need of friction.
“kou…?” you breathed out softly, as bokuto pulled away with a flushed expression, lips swollen and smeared with your lip color, you could definitely feel his hard-on beneath you, pressing against your clothed cunt but still making you wet.
“baby…” he mumbles, moving over to press wet kisses into your neck, lightly flustered, you sigh in bliss and run your fingers through his hair before he looks up and crashes his lips against yours once more.
except this one was rather more determined; he continued to grind hungrily into you and you couldn’t help but oblige. you knew what he wanted; and this was just so cute of him, like always.
but it was getting overwhelming for poor bokuto, the adrenaline pumping through his veins from your kiss, the lack of oxygen in his lungs, the delicious feeling of your cunt grinding against his clothed erection— it was too much. and he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but come undone, splurting his load of cum in his grey sweats, whining repeatedly when he ruts his hips faster as you let him ride out his high.
you pull away and bokuto’s completely embarrassed, whining and trembling from the rock-hard orgasm he just experienced, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, slow breaths tickling the skin.
“kou? you okay, baby?” you run your fingers through his hair, he looked up with dusted pink cheeks like your lip color and pouted.
“‘m sorry baby, couldn’t help it,” he kisses your neck softly. “you’re just so hot.”
you just giggled at how cute he is and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. but you’re completely flattered, not expecting your lipstick to have that big of an effect. it did more than just compliment your skin.
MATSUKAWA not only loses his patience but also his self-control when it comes to you. especially when it comes to your troublesome attitude that he just constantly has to punish you for. when you don’t listen to him, when you don’t obey him; he cannot control himself. and oftentimes you’re not sure if it’s a good or a bad thing.
well, it’s not like you’re not fond of his punishments; that’s why they keep happening. you just don’t know when to stop. you just keep edging him until he snaps.
of course, this was something established pretty early in the sexual stages of your relationship. you learned that issei is very much a man that gets aroused by the most oddly specific things, lover of many kinks and that he explores whatever you’d like in the bedroom. especially the fact he’s highly into rough punishments, voyeurism; too much to dive into but it had you on your knees every single time because sex with him was so thrilling and rewarding.
it’s no surprise you’re one hell of a brat, constantly pressing his buttons, getting on his nerves, and seducing him at inappropriate times; all the ordeal that lands you in a position like this.
he still fucking loves you for it, though. one of the many reasons why you’re to marry this man; every day with him is an adventure full of surprises and that’s something you both longed for until you found each other. a life so stimulating and full of unexplored territories. it’s so fun.
tonight, you both had plans to go to a restaurant and meet up with his seijoh friends, getting good food and maybe some drinks… nothing too crazy, right?
well, it wasn’t at first. while issei waited for you to get ready so you could head out, he wasn’t expecting you to come out dressed like you’re planning to seduce all his friends and not just him alone.
especially when he saw the forbidden lipstick he’d emphasized on multiple times. the way he’s always going feral over whenever you wear it. he’d specifically asked you not to wear it and here you are, wearing it at the worst possible timing.
and the mischievous ‘innocent’ grin on your face says it all. you’re wearing it on purpose.
“the fuck are you wearing?” he asked with an unamused expression, you just faked a gasp.
“why? do i look bad?” you fluttered your lash innocently and were enjoying the scowl on his face.
“sweetheart,” he started, walking closer to you and resting his hand on your waist. “i thought we discussed the consequences of wearing that lipstick.”
“what consequences? it’s just makeup, issei,” you tilted your head with a smile and resisted the urge to laugh when his jaw clenched.
“you know damn well what the consequences are, baby,” his voice getting deeper and making this more thrilling. “and you don’t want them to happen tonight and have me embarrass you in front of my friends, do you?”
“and what if i do?” you grin. “speaking of your friends, we don’t wanna keep them waiting at dinner, do you?”
matsukuawa’s jaw clenched and you simply giggled and opened the door of your house to leave, stopping at the doorstep.
“besides, i haven’t seen tooru since he went off to argentina, i wonder how pretty he looks now.”
now you just crossed the line.
the car ride to the restaurant was deafening; you didn’t say a word to one another and you chose to ignore how pissy he looks so you reached a hand over to rub his thigh, causing him to tense up.
“you don’t want to play this game, sweetheart,” he started, turning to you with seriousness.
you just giggled and turned back to stare out the window. and when you both finally arrived at the restaurant, his friends were already there and you found yet another opportunity to rile him up.
hanamaki, who you often see (as he’s issei’s closest friend), came up and hugged you like always. and then along with iwaizumi, who you’ve also been seeing frequently since he got back to japan from america; hugged you but respectfully as well.
and speaking of the devil’s name, the man of the hour appears behind them— looking completely different than you had seen him before.
oikawa was definitely hot and pretty. at your time in aoba johsai, managing their team, you got along quite well with him and you ended up finding out he had feelings for you. obviously, you felt nothing towards him because a certain middle blocker numbered 2 caught your heart way before.
and oikawa was sweet, he was what they like to call ‘eye-candy’ but he was rather boring; he was far from your type. sure, dating a pro volleyball player who travels the world sounds fun, but where’s the flavor of doing wrong things? of having a private life not exposed to the media. where’s the taste in having things stored for just two people and not the whole world or fangirls to know of?
that’s because issei promised you a life full of fun and thrilling adventures and that’s all you wanted. one that will take place tonight, in fact.
“y/n-chan!” oikawa exclaimed, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “you look amazing! what have you been up to since i left? i haven’t even been gone that long!”
“you got hot yourself too, tooru,” you chuckled. “and we haven’t been up to too much, just the usual.”
“oh, please, y/n-chan you’re makin’ me blush!” he giggled, immediately stopping once he sees the intimidating aura coming from matsukawa in the corner.
you turn to look at issei and you’re positive he popped a vein in his forehead from that little interaction. oikawa simply chuckles and goes over to hug matsukawa, saying he’s happy to pay for dinner since he’s been gone for a while.
only a couple of minutes into dinner does issei really snap because you’re shamelessly being flirty with his friends and he couldn’t stand it. so, abruptly he stood up and excused himself to the bathroom. and, obviously, you immediately knew what was wrong as you’re the obvious cause to why he just got up and left like that. you knew the consequences, and your shamelessness to face them was even more lewd.
which brings you to now— where currently, you were attempting to balance yourself so that your knees don’t hit the dirty tiles of the public restroom; bouncing on the balls of your feet as matsukawa harshly fucks your throat; loud sucking and gulping noises that slurp on his cock filling the air.
“you just had to dress up like a hooker, tonight, huh?” issei chuckled as he fisted your hair in his hands. “you wanted to be fucked like one too? you could’ve given me a heads up, baby. you know i don’t like surprises.”
he pulled you off his cock momentarily to breathe.
“hah— ‘m sorry. couldn’t help it, issei, you’re so hot when you’re mad—mmph!” you’re cut off as he thrusts back into your mouth.
“are you really sorry though, my little slut?” issei tilted his head with a curious gaze. “if you were sorry, you wouldn’t have worn that lipstick i’ve clearly told you not to. especially not in public.”
you’re a lewd and whining mess in his hands, your legs shaking from bending too long, your cum and spit rolling down your chin— it’s a hot fucking sight for issei. you’re honestly moaning into his cock and dripping onto the floor, but it’s worth it.
“was it worth it seeing me get hard at dinner in front of my friends?” he gripped your wet chin. “was it worth seeing me not control myself?”
you pulled away to mumble a ‘yeah’ with a throaty chuckle before you’re pulled back once more to swallow him whole.
“you that hungry to get a taste of my—fuck—cock, slut?” issei groaned as he picked up the pace, getting closer. “that you had to embarass me, ‘s that it?”
you simply moan against his dick, tears rolling down your cheek as you smile slightly. this was what you wanted.
“but for what it’s worth…” he’d tilt his head and chuckle, breathlessly moaning as he nears his orgasm. “this real pretty sight of your lipstick smeared all over my dick is what i wanna see forever, sweetheart.”
your heart swells at his lewd words; these things are worth getting in a little trouble over. even when his friends will definitely question you when you get back.
but it’s worth it.
“you drive me wild, baby— fuck, i think ‘m gonna cum!” his breaths rapidly increase, fisting your hair harder. “since all you’re such a cockhungry slut, you better fuckin’ swallow every last drop i’m gonna give you. after all, you asked for this.”
the squelching noises emitting from your throat as issei fucks it harshly, sliding in and out of you at a merciless pace, barely giving you room to breathe but driving you so breathless at the same time is intoxicating. the tears streaming down your cheeks are enough to rock him to his intense orgasm, with one final thrust that goes all the way to the back of your throat. your nose nudged his pelvic bone as your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the thick splurts of cum coating it.
issei stroked your cheek as he pulled out and watched you swallow all of his cum, even licking up the drops that slipped down your chin. he dared even slap your face with his cock, as his way of saying ‘that’s all you’re good for, slut.’
“good girl,” issei smiled as he bent down with your level and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and pulled you into a sweet embrace, holding you up so that your legs aren’t strained from bending down the entire time. even after going so rough, he’s always so gentle and caring towards how you end up feeling. he loves you madly, but perhaps it’s not too wise to rile him up every now and then.
but again, it was worth it.
“now clean yourself up and get back,” issei chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “and i better see that color off.”
noted. thank the gods for the spare lipgloss you brought with you.
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That Boy Is A Real Pussy Pleaser
Matsukawa, Atsumu, Tendou, Tsukishima, Ushijima when their s/o sits on their face.
Matsukawa Issei x Reader
Miya Atsumu x Reader
Tendou Satori x Reader
Tsukishima Kei x Reader
Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader
A/N: This is all I have to offer today,,, I was just in a silly goofy mood and thought hmmm hmmm! Face-sitting with the besties!!! This is sooo much crack bc I wrote this during a thunderstorm while being scared shitless so.... muah, pls try to enjoy!
VERY SMUTTYYYYY // NSFW !!!
WC-3,339 (I cannot believe how long I made this)
Now,,, I had already written for other four earlier but as I was staring at my wall I thought to myself… why the fuck don’t I add my favorite pussy eater of all time, the hottest man on this planet and in this universe: Matsukawa Issei. Thank you, genius idea, I know.
He was born, placed in this world, to eat pussy…. You can’t tell me this boy isn’t a real pussy pleaser?
LOOK AT HIM!!!!!
Matsukawa would treasure his s/o, treat them with such care and be the softest sweetest boyfriend and then fuck them like he hates them! This man is nasty
He’ll eat you out any time that you need like you want a good distraction? Sit on his face. You’re anxious about something? Sit on his face. You feel like shit? Sit on his fucking face!
Facesitting is one of his favorite things ever because he gets to watch you, he can stare up at you as he eats your sore cunt out, and watch how you shake for him
I just think that he would love to see you cry too, he’d be super into that so literally overstimulating you or edging you would be his go-to things
Getting his poor baby so fucked out to the point of tears would be his everyday mission,,, his goal if you will~ He knows you enjoy it and he enjoys it,,, he’s giving more head than receiving and tbh he wants it to be that way!!!
I just like the whole big man who would treat you properly then fuck you like he doesn’t respect you at all….. bitches got issues!!
Anyway,,, I put massive daddy kink in this so enjoy, I love Matsukawa and he is a daddy and I want to be his cheese-filled hamburger steak!!!
“Let daddy see that pretty pussy, baby.” Matsukawa’s thumb gently brushes against the inside of your thigh, coaxing you into crawling up even further on his chest.
“I’m not going to ask again.” And you know that to be the end of it. The knee-high stockings on your thighs pair so nicely with the short skirt you have on, the white material just barely brushes over the curve of your ass.
The skirt with no panties is Matsukawa’s favorite combination.
The large man audibly groans when he sees your bare cunt glistening from his previous teasing, he can’t help but sit up and gently kiss your clit.
One small kiss then turns into a small lick, once Matsukawa has had the slightest taste he isn’t finished until he’s completely full. His kisses and licks turn passionate, it’s as if he is making out with your cunt the same way he does with your lips.
The feeling of his two fingers gently stretching your hole causes you to instantly clamp down on them, squeezing your thighs around his head.
“Relax, be a good girl for daddy,” Matsukawa coos into your thigh, biting gently on your skin when he is finally able to stuff his fingers knuckle-deep inside of you. He quickly busies himself with sucking on your clit, lapping at the bundle of nerves as he curls his fingers and caresses your walls.
Your hands tightly grip onto the sheets beneath you, pulling and tugging as you try to keep yourself stable. Each rock of your hips against his face causes your knees to grow weaker and weaker.
Matsukawa’s fingers curl just behind your clit, finding that spongey spot that always has you gushing over him. That, with his tongue lapping and drooling all over your cunt, turns you into his perfect little cry baby.
Tears pool in your eyes and you bitterly try to push them away but, to no avail, the sob that leaves your throat causes Matsukawa to start fucking you with vigor. His fingers scissor inside your cunt while he teasingly bites down on your clit.
“I’m gonna cum, daddy,” You whine and Matsukawa doesn’t let up his intense pace once.
“Let daddy have it.”
PLEASEEE ATSUMU LOVES IT WHEN YOU SIT ON HIS FACE!!!
He is an avid pussy eater like literally his twitter handle is @/pussyeater69, he told me himself!!! I follow him on twitter, okay!
Atsumu will never shy away from oral or anything about it, he adores it. All he does all day is think about having his head between your thighs so honestly, he will never turn you down if you ask~
Having you sit on his face will probably be the hottest thing that has ever happened in his life and he might just cry! Once he gets you to do it once it will become a regular thing because he becomes soooo obsessed
He just loves using his tongue on you and he knows how much you love having his tongue in you so it’s like…. </333 ya know? Perfect compromise!!!
Atsumu will hold you so tightly against his face, so closely that he gets the best position to satisfy the both of you. If he can’t get his tongue deep in your cunt, like his whole nose pressed against your clit then you aren’t close enough for him, babe~
As much as I hate to admit it, Atsumu is just so skilled. Like this man might be a mega dork virgin but he knows exactly what he is doing all the time. He prides himself in listening to your reactions and figures out how to give you exactly what you need so like…
He doesn’t need the pussy eating practice! Atsumu is simply the master!
However, you know he will always want it. Please sit on his face at least every other day, his lifeline will deplete if you refuse to do so! We can’t have Atsumu desiccating on us!
Didn’t you know? Miya Atsumu runs on pussy!
“You’re so fucking hot, come on, babe.” Atsumu grins underneath you as his hands run along the curve of your spine, gently pausing just above your behind before grabbing a handful of your ass.
Needless to say, your boyfriend is excited.
“I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue, you ready?” It’d be a lie if you said that you didn’t know just exactly what Miya Atsumu’s tongue could do. If anything, you would have to blame your dirty thoughts on whatever genius thought it would be a good idea to have your boyfriend pose with his tongue out in an official photo. Maybe Atsumu already knew what he was doing, he knows you like the back of his hand.
“Just eat me out, ‘Tsumu.” You groan and finally lower your core to his face, impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to meet your cunt in blind pleasure. Much to your surprise, none of that happens and, you’re met with nothing.
“Is that any way to ask?” You can see his lips curled up into a shit-eating grin, his eyes light from his teasing and all you can think of is how you could suffocate him right here and now with your thighs.
“I’ll just go get my vibrator then-”
You had never seen Atsumu move so fast, shove his tongue so quickly up your folds to then swirl around your clit.
“Stupid fucking vibrator,” He murmurs into your skin, flattening his strong muscle before flicking the tip of it against your clit. His hands dig into your thighs, lowering you even further onto his face. Atsumu truly cannot get enough, not as he runs his tongue through your slit and sucks on your folds. If there was one way to describe Atsumu and his need for eating you out, it would be messy and intense.
But, damn, does it feel so fucking good.
He truly eats you out like a man starved, groaning into your cunt whenever your thighs tighten around his face. His tongue begs and begs for you to cum so he can finally get a taste of all that you have to offer him.
Knowing Atsumu, he’ll get exactly what he wants much quicker than you would ever expect.
Omg, Tendou, my baby….. This man is literally a chocolatier, he loves sweet things, and his favorite sweet to eat is right between your thighs
He has been dreaming about this one for AGES, all of his wet dreams include you sitting on his face…. It’s just that neither of you are bold enough to say anything about it
You have to voice your desires, ya know!! Neither of you are mind readers!!!
So when you finally show interest, Tendou has to literally hold himself back like grip onto the sheets to refrain from throwing you on top of him
He tries to act all cool and collected like it’s no big deal, but that couldn’t be any further from the truth!!! It is a big deal, he’s just as nervous as you are but tbh he’s hornier so the horny has victory over the nerves!!!
Oh! Tendou loves when you tug on his hair so don’t be afraid to do that!! Kinda dumb that he shaved it but whateverrrrr,,,, the feeling of your nails against his scalp will have his eyes rolling to the back of his head
He likes to take his time with you, tease you slightly until his cock practically bursts from nothing, and then he will completely devour you,, like tongue-fuck you until your legs start to shake!!!!
This is just my mind dump Tendou thirst post, please…. bear with me….. I will get this man some coochie okay!
Oh also,,, his pretty ass nose- omg that skinny bitch will literally be the best for grinding against when you’re riding his tongue like literally….
Tendou simply has the best face for sitting on,, it is scientifically proven and I have the research and the labs done right here in my brain,,, cover sheet done and all
“Don’t be shy,” Tendou coos as his hands gently tug on your hips, he’s so close to finally getting to live his ultimate wet dream. “sit on my face, pretty girl.”
He’s so determined for this, you can see it in the way his red eyes have glossed over and how his wet tongue hungrily runs over his bottom lip. Desire swirls in the pit of your stomach as you impatiently squirm on his lap. His cock twitches against your thigh and you’ve decided that you’re done torturing the both of you. With your heart in your hand, you timidly crawl up his body, gasping lightly as his large palms run up the sides of your thighs. You bunch up his shirt that you have on, gathering the material so that it rests just below your stomach and gives you the perfect view of your playful boyfriend.
The grip you have on the material is all but lost when his tongue makes its way along the inside of your thighs. A soft moan is ripped out of your throat at the heat of his smooth muscle tracing random shapes and patterns until he meets your lower lips.
The first stroke of his tongue through your folds catches you off guard, it throws you into a new sense of pleasure. The new angle provides all the opportunity to feel his tongue in a new light. Your hands tightly grip his red hair, pulling on the strands as your stomach lurches at each euphoric turn.
However, nothing compares to the bridge of his strong nose. It grinds against your clit the deeper his tongue explores your folds, licking and sucking to gather every drop you have for him. His tongue is not nearly as big as his fingers, or his cock, but he still fucks you roughly. He pumps the muscle in and out of your core, purposely rubbing his nose intensely against your swollen bundle of nerves. There is nothing that your boyfriend doesn’t do on purpose, each of his movements is meaningful.
Tendou’s fiery passion can be felt in each stroke of his tongue and you know better than to believe that this is all he is going to do with you tonight.
Tsukishima is a bitch, so naturally, he is going to be good at pussy eating LMFAO
Like you can’t tell me this man who banters with everyone and has insults that can cut someone’s confidence in half wouldn’t have the skill to back it up
He’s another one who lives for eating his s/o out,,,, tbh it’s mostly because it’s the easiest way to get them to shut up!!! Like all he has to do is one little kiss, one little flick of his tongue and you’re putty in his hands
Why wouldn’t he enjoy all the little moans and gasps that leave your cute lips, it’s better than when you’re talking his ear off!!!!
Okay, I’m kidding… sorta…. Tsukishima loves hearing his s/o talk he just likes eating them out better!
Anyway,,, he’s a natural. During his first time, he’ll literally be eating pussy like a pro! Tsukishima hates being wrong, he’s a big nerd so of course, he is going to know just exactly what to do and how to make a bitch purr!!!
It’s his pride, really! You’re trying to tell me this libra bitch doesn’t spend his nights looking up how to eat pussy, because he has! Especially if he knows how much you enjoy it, wow!
I just really think he would like the position of having his s/o on his face, it gives him more of an opportunity to fuck them senseless with his tongue, ya know?
He’d love to do shit like suck on your clit gently and kiss it with his pretty ass lips and then fucking bite on it and pull it between his teeth because he is an asshole!
You cannot tell me Tsukishima wouldn’t be the absolute worse when it comes to teasing, he’d laugh into your fucking cunt like, he sucks!
“If you break my glasses-”
“Then take them off you fucking dork.” Your sneer causes Tsukishima’s eye to twitch, how the hell he got underneath you is beneath him. He’ll never complain about it though. It’s always worth seeing a bratty bitch like you melt under his touch, his fingers, his cock.
He takes off the thick-rimmed accessory and tosses them onto one of the other chairs in his living room, focusing on yanking you up from above his chest so he can finally -forcefully- shut you up.
“Awe, are you sure you’re even going to be able to see now?” You tease him, grinning down at his irritated eyes. The bright color of his iris nearly makes your heart skip a beat but you easily squash the feeling with hostility. “Oh, now you definitely won’t be able to find my clit. Shit,”
Tsukishima finally gets what he wants, silence. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as his tongue traces your clit, softly circling the nerves before gently pressing his lips to it in a kiss.
Serves you right to get fucked speechless, you never shut up.
His teeth gently nibble on your clit and provide a hint of pain after such a sweet amount of pleasure. It’s enough for your thighs to slightly shake as they tighten on either side of his head.
Tsukishima slowly glances at you as he runs the pad of his tongue over the same area, he has to hide his grin as your brace yourself against the armrest of his couch. You’re holding on for dear life and he hasn’t even started with you yet, you’re a fool to think this is all Tsukishima has to offer.
Who knew that the smart-ass from your environmental science class could be this delectable?
Truthfully, you did. It wasn’t hard for either of you to get tangled up in one another after being at each other’s throats for all but three classes.
“You’re so fucking good at this, baby,” You praise and nearly sing as he starts to suck on your clit. If either of you noticed the nickname, no one said a thing. “you’re now as good as mine~”
Okay,,,, my favorite m*n ever like omg, does he ruin my ‘I cannot stand men agenda’ but fictional men don’t count,,, Ushijima Wakatoshi!!! Pussy eater #1!!!!
In this corner, coming in at 197cm (6’3 *blushes*) and 90kg (199lbs *faints*).. my favorite pussy eater…. Miracle boy Wakatoshi!!!!!
He would literally eat ass heheheh okay anyway
Ushijima is not a patient man…. We see the Leo characteristics, he will not be able to remain still if you’re hovering above him literally ready to be devoured. Ushijima will sit up with no remorse and bring you down with him so he can eat you out
Does Ushijima know what he is doing? Yes! He is not dense, he knows exactly what you like and don’t like but,,,, he was trained…. You gotta train him to become the best pussy eater ever!!!! No pressure though~
I 100% believe that Ushijima could and would cum from eating you out, hips bucking into the air as his poor cock begs for any kind of stimulation,,,, and he will keep eating you out until he is shooting blanks
THAT is how much this man loves pussy eating,, he becomes the nosiest he has ever been when his head in-between your thighs
If you’re not riding his cock or his thigh, chances are you’re gonna be on his face and grinding down onto his tongue and his beautiful ass nose until you lose feeling in the lower half of your body!!!
I’m sorry I just went light-headed thinking about his big ass fingers…. anyway…..
Ushijima could make a bitch cum in less than three minutes I am certain of this, I know it to be true because my brain is smart. His entire presence just screams panty-dropper, sorry!!! Like yes, even blunt canon Wakatoshi,,, he knows what he is doing!
Large hands run along your sides, caressing and squeezing your skin which only adds to your pile of nerves. Having such a large man underneath you always sets ablaze to your belly, want and desire swirling around until you can no longer think straight.
You have a sneaking suspicion that Ushijima doesn’t have a single clue of what he is doing to you.
His eyes had darkened the moment you hovered above him, his gaze is now serious and intense as he memorizes every inch of your bare skin. Your boyfriend does not know patience when you’re dangled in front of him like this, it can be seen in the way he roughly tugs on your hips and pulls you toward his face.
He just looks so big beneath you, splayed out with his cock aching against the confines of his boxers, chest rising and falling with each one of his breaths.
For Ushijima Wakatoshi, his patience had just run out.
A sharp slap to your ass has the impact of your body lurching toward the headboard and, just as your hands grab out to hold it, your boyfriend’s tongue finally meets its sweet release.
Ushijima groans loudly at the first swipe of his tongue, letting out a messy ‘ah’ as he slowly gathers your wetness before swallowing it whole. He’s soft with your cunt, treating it as kindly as he does with you, by absolutely fucking devouring it.
His jaw doesn’t let up once, continuing to work generously to swipe his tongue along your slit before thrusting the muscle inside of your cunt.
Each powerful stroke along your walls causes your stomach to contract in pleasure, you’re completely and utterly weak for Ushijima’s touch. You’ve never been able to last long with it either.
You grind down on his face, rolling your hips, tossing your head back when the bridge of his nose deliciously stimulates your clit. The bundle of nerves grows swollen under his rough care, you’re going to cum no doubt before the minute is up.
It’s all too easy with a view like a focused Ushijima underneath you, eyes closed in concentration and a completely blissful look plastered on his face, your orgasm always comes quickly.
Your boyfriend never leaves you unsatisfied.
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pairing: hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, oikawa tooru x f!reader
summary: one night was all it took for you to become the resident stress-reliever for the infamous athletes of your university.
genre: smut, college au
warnings: 18+. seijoh four as sleazy college boys, objectification, dacryphilia, gangbang, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spit-roasting, double penetration, anal, ass play, degradation, praise, hair pulling, slight size kink, spanking, slight face-slapping, oral (m and slight f receiving), facial, face-fucking, creampie, cumplay, cum eating, squirting, spitting, nipple play, dumbification, overstimulation, slight matsuhana action
word count: 3.5k
author's note: the long awaited sequel to checkmate (go read it if you want to be fully immersed/have an idea of what this nasty thing is about or not cause this is literally just pawrn HHH) but yeah here's a gangbang with seijoh 4 <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)
no beta cause we go down swinging !
it would definitely be a lie if you said you had no idea how this entire debauchery started because deep down, you knew exactly what was going to happen when oikawa invited you to ‘do the project’ in his luxurious apartment off-campus.
but what you really didn’t expect is that his best friends would be involved in the party. if you knew, you would’ve probably told oikawa to fuck off and do the project on your own, or so you’d like to tell yourself.
what was supposed to be a gruesome school project turned into a cliché plot for a porno.
“iwa-chan, i feel like—f-fuck—you’re angrier a-at her than i am,” oikawa hisses through gritted teeth, his abs clenching when his cock hits the back of your throat because of iwaizumi’s harsh thrusts.
“gotta teach this bitch a lesson,” iwaizumi growls, his thick eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he pushes your back in a deeper arch. one large and rough hand comes down on your swelling ass and you moan unabashedly, though it’s muffled thanks to oikawa’s dick in your mouth.
the pretty setter isn’t even moving his hips anymore because the force of his best friend’s thrusts is enough to push you towards his hips. he’s got both of his hands in your hair, his lithe fingers tugging on your roots as he smirks down at you with glossy eyes.
“hear that, pretty? iwa-chan’s mad at you for being such a naughty brat,” oikawa chuckles in between his moans, slightly slapping your hollowed cheeks to keep your teary eyes trained on him.
on a normal night, oikawa would already be passed out from the multiple orgasms he’s had, but your presence in his personal space—where he has envisioned the position you’re in more times than he can count—flipped a switch inside him.
you guys had a thirty-minute break before resuming your activities. despite the halt in momentum, the adrenaline in his veins is pumping, even rivaling his energy and stamina when he’s playing a close and intense game.
you’re so messy—mascara staining your face, running down your cheeks as you look up at him with your lips obscenely stretched around his dick. it turns him on so much, watching your usually venomous mouth get fucked by his cock. coupled with the vibrations of your whines and whimpers, oikawa can't help but thrust at the same time as iwaizumi.
a garbled squeal erupts from your throat and the two other occupants of the room groan in unison as they lazily stroke their cocks. the sight of you choking and gagging with copious amounts of saliva and cum dripping from your stretched mouth has mattsun and makki shuddering in pleasure as their hooded eyes watch you get fucked by their best friends.
“never knew it’d be this hot watching her get fucked like a whore,” makki groans, throwing his head back as he tugs on his cock. “dude, she’s been practically begging to be put in her place ever since she gave iwaizumi the evil eyes,” mattsun hisses, one hand working on his shaft while the other plays with his heavy balls.
“besides, look at her,” he nods to you, lips curling into a sinister smirk as he watches your hips not-so-subtly roll and meet iwaizumi’s brutal thrusts. “the slut’s clearly enjoying it.”
mattsun’s observation of your traitorous body has you clenching and fluttering around iwaizumi, causing him to curse as his hips lose their rhythm. his dark eyes flash, his large and rough hand coming down to slap your ass again.
“you like getting called names, huh? fucking dirty bitch.”
the roughness of his voice and perfectly angled thrust to that spongy spot inside your velvety walls make you whine around oikawa’s cock, causing the brunette moan as he throws his head back, abs clenching as he feels his impending orgasm ripple through his body.
“god, this pussy is still so tight even after getting fucked multiple times,” iwaizumi hisses through gritted teeth, the veins on his neck clearly defined as he feels droplets of sweat roll down the column of his throat. “shit, i’m gonna cum.”
oikawa hums in agreement, his adam’s apple bobbing as he freely takes hold of your hair, fingers digging in your scalp as he pushes his cock further into your mouth. his brown eyes are hooded and glossy as he looks down on your teary and red ones, his pink lips parted as he heavily pants through them.
“i’m gonna cum on your face, pretty girl. brand you with my cum—oh yes,” oikawa moans as he feels your tongue wriggle along his shaft, your shaky hands gripping his ass when your chin bumps his balls. iwaizumi groans loudly behind you, and it has you—and even the other three men—shiver with how purely masculine he sounds.
“take it all, cockslut,” iwaizumi grunts, his hands gripping your hips so tight that it’ll leave bruises, threatening to even cover the ones oikawa planted on you at the beginning of the night. he throws his head back just as his balls tighten, thrusts becoming erratic and when you consciously clench your pussy around his thick length—he can’t help but groan your name along with other colorful words that has your aching cheeks heating up.
sensing that iwaizumi is filling you with his cum, oikawa pulls his cock out of your mouth and for the nth time this night, you gasp and choke, finally feeling oxygen properly go down your lungs. your celebration is short-lived, however, because oikawa still has one hand tangled in your strands, keeping your head in place while the other is rapidly stroking his shaft.
he whines your name just as hot ropes of his cum splatter on your face, his mouth parted in a gasp as he watches you close your eyes just in time. you feel his hot and sticky release coat your cheeks, mouth dropping into a whine when you feel iwaizumi’s quick and short thrusts in your battered pussy, your stained cheeks burning when you feel the warm trails of your mixed juices run down on the inside of your thighs.
oikawa takes the tip of his cock and smears the strings of his cum with the messy black lines of your ruined mascara, groaning at the sight of your face branded with your drool and his essence. mattsun and makki are breathing as heavily as the three of you on the bed, their thighs, stomachs, and fingers coated with their release as they watch iwaizumi slap your ass one last time, earning a high-pitched yelp from you as he pulls out with a wet and loud pop that has them groaning with how lewd it sounds.
the sounds of breathing and gentle whining are all that’s heard throughout the hazy and stuffy room. you’re practically flat on the bed, boneless with how spent you feel and you can’t even move away from iwaizumi’s thick fingers as he spreads the mess of your juices all along the back of your thighs.
oikawa looks to his couch, his sweaty chest heaving as he chuckles when he sees the excitement and anticipation in mattsun and makki’s eyes. he whistles to iwaizumi who’s still torturing you with his fingers to give way to their other friends that are eagerly waiting for their turn to have a go at you.
“it’s our turn now,” makki says with an airy tone as he laughs while giving oikawa a high five, uncaring of the way they’re all naked. it’s not like they haven’t seen and played with each other’s bits before. when makki reaches his scowling vice-captain to also give him a high five, iwaizumi just pointedly stares at his hand streaked with remnants of his cum.
mattsun snorts in amusement, hand poised to slap iwaizumi’s bare and firm ass until the latter growls at him threateningly, dark eyes narrowed into slits, causing mattsun to quickly shuffle on the drenched and messy bed, cooing at you with faux concern in his eyes as he maneuvers your limp body.
he settles his back on the headboard, with makki joining a few seconds later after he successfully dodged iwaizumi’s punch to the gut. makki makes his way behind you, his lean chest pressing against your sweaty back as he widens your stance so that your messy cunt is directly above mattsun’s impressive length.
if you thought that iwaizumi’s cock was already a bitch to take, then mattsun’s will give you other things to worry about.
you brace yourself on the shoulders of the smirking man in front of you, whining when they each take handfuls of your bruised ass. their fingers expertly knead the warm skin before they pull and let go, watching in amusement while your ass cheeks jiggle from their ministrations.
“you know,” makki quips, his fingers lazily spreading your folds as he plays with the cum leaking from your pussy, groaning when he sees a thick globule of white land on the tip of mattsun’s reddened and angry cockhead. “i always have to fuck the girl first before issei does, prepping her for his horsecock and all,” makki chuckles as he bites your ear, then licks it as he hears you yelp in surprise.
mattsun chuckles along with him, his hands reaching out and cupping your tits in his warm palms. “but i don’t have to do it with you since those two over there already stretched your cute and slutty pussy.” makki gestures to the men lounging on the plush couch of the room.
“so i’ll just fuck your ass instead.”
mattsun groans at makki’s statement, tilting his head as he lazily strokes himself. his eyes are hooded as he watches your shocked expression at the way his cock is leaking so much pre-cum. “like what you see?” he rasps, thumb smearing the pearly white drop all over his tip.
“ever had your ass fucked, doll?” makki whispers against the column of your throat, nipping the junction where your neck and shoulder meet while he slaps your ass with both of his hands.
you shake your head, too hesitant to speak because the taste and feel of oikawa’s cum down your throat is still fresh, still raw from his face-fucking. you wince as you feel his cum drying on your face, unable to wipe it off because there’s no space for movement between them and you have a feeling that oikawa will just ruin your face again for his own malicious benefit if you dare try to remove his branding.
“no? you’re in luck, then. i heard i’m the best ass fucker on campus. just ask issei.” makki winks at the said man and mattsun flips him off, grumbling under his breath at the proclamation. makki chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he shuts himself up by focusing on your neck, leaving marks and trails of saliva as he does so.
you whine as you arch your back, breasts shaking as mattsun plays with your hardened nipple. he speaks up, and you’ve come to the realization that these two are talkative compared to the other duo lounging on the couch.
“even if oikawa and iwaizumi didn’t stretch your pussy, i think you can take my cock, sweetheart. you just have that look.” look of a whore, he wants to say, but you already know that—pretending that you’re not like the other girls but in the end, you want to be used and fucked by the four of them. well, you just got your wish.
“yeah, this pussy is made to take cocks as big and fat as mine. look at you,” he says in awe while looking at his three thick fingers snugly fitting inside your cunt. you moan as you bite your lips, eyes fluttering when you feel makki’s hard cock resting in between your ass.
your grip on mattsun’s shoulders tightens as his thumb presses on your clit, making you arch your back while makki’s hands cup your tits as he squeezes and rolls the soft flesh in his grip. mattsun watches in fascination as the essence of his other best friend coats his fingers as he curls them in your velvety walls.
“fuck, you really are the perfect cumdump.”
“the two of you are so fucking chatty, get a fucking move on.”
“mmm, we like it when you order us around, iwa.”
iwaizumi growls at makki’s teasing, willing himself not to beat the strawberry blonde into a pulp. makki blows him a kiss before focusing on your trembling body, he dips his fingers down to your messy cunt, clashing with mattsun’s as he drags the thick and sticky cum up to your puckered hole.
“iwa’s cum is still so warm, sweetheart. bet it feels like heaven to be buried in your cunt,” he whispers in your ear, nipping on the soft cartilage as his fingertips circle and prod at your slightly stretched hole.
earlier on in the night, oikawa promised that he would claim every part of you, and that included your ass so while you were taking your supposed “break”, his two fingers were knuckle deep inside your ass while he carried a normal conversation with his friends—as if you weren’t squirming and begging him to do something.
so you know that it’s unnecessary for makki to thoroughly prep you, the sly bastard just wants to play with your ass.
mattsun pulls his fingers out of your pussy, causing you to whine at the loss of stimulation while he just winks, making a show of putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean while he watches you whimper from makki’s fingers in your ass.
oikawa and iwaizumi take a deep breath at the display, knowing fully well that those two are fucking nasty and kinkier than they are. but it’s ten times hotter when you are the one sandwiched between their wilder friends.
“just fuck her already,” oikawa whines, his cock twitching in his hand. iwaizumi grunts in agreement, his stony gaze searing into them as they laugh before adjusting the angle of your body.
makki pulls his fingers out of your ass and takes hold of his lengthy cock as he taps it on your hole, saying something along the lines of knock knock before pushing it in.
mattsun uses your distraction to slip his own cock inside of your pussy, groaning when the heat of your cunt welcomes his tip nicely. your nails dig into his shoulders as he stretches you wider than the ones before him.
“yeah, look at you,” he hisses, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head as your jaw drops from the way their dicks stretch your walls. “taking my cock so well.”
“you like how me and makki feel inside you, baby?” mattsun coos, and you nod helplessly, unable to give him a coherent answer because all that’s coming from your mouth are broken syllables of their name and tiny yes yes yes’s.
makki bottoms out in your ass and he moans your name, his fingers rolling and twisting your nipples as he nuzzles your neck. mattsun pulls the both of you closer until the only space between you is a hair’s breadth away, until your arms are tightly wrapped around his thick neck and your heavy pants are fanning his face.
“touch your clit for me,” he whispers against your lips. you obediently follow him, removing your arm around his neck as makki’s thrusts from behind jostle your body. your hand squeezes in between your sweaty bodies as you touch the bundle of nerves. “there you go, baby.”
you can’t help but moan into mattsun’s mouth just as you circle your fingers on your swollen clit, jerking at the added stimulation and making all three of you cry out.
mattsun isn’t even moving his hips, opting to let you and makki do the work as he sloppily kisses you, not caring that he can taste oikawa on your tongue. the way your velvety walls drag along the thickness of his cock has him dizzy. you’re so tight that it hurts, but it’s the good kind of hurt that has him squeezing your hips as he rolls them in tandem with makki’s thrusts.
makki tugs on your hair, pulling you away from mattsun as he tilts your head until you’re facing him. “open up, sweetheart,” he orders, voice strained while he maintains the rhythm of his thrusts. you don’t need to be told twice since your mouth is parted from all the sinful cries coming from your throat. he smirks slyly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he spits in your mouth.
you whine as you swallow without being told, and makki groans as he spanks your ass before going back to ravaging your neck, his breaths fanning your sensitive skin as he tells you what a good girl you are.
“fuck, i’m close.”
you whine when you hear mattsun’s raspy voice groaning in your ear, his hips jerking towards yours as he frantically chases his orgasm. “me too, shit,” makki hisses, his sweaty chest rubbing against your back as he pushes you closer to mattsun.
both boys reach for your throbbing clit at the same time, their trembling fingers tangling with each other as they make you reach your limit for the night.
“cum for us, sweetheart,” makki grunts in your ear, his hips loudly slapping against your ass. “cream all over my cock—fuck yes—your cunt’s squeezing me so tight,” mattsun groans, his other hand gripping your waist so tightly that there will be several hand-shaped bruises by the morning.
“gonna fill your pretty ass with my cum—oh fuck,” makki moans in your ear, his hot breath fanning the side of your face as you feel fat drops of tears leaving your eyes.
you’re way past the point of uttering intelligible words, the only thing all of the men in the room can make out are jumbled syllables of their names and a high-pitched f-fuck, gonna cum! your face is something that came directly from an adult rated film; your eyes are glazed over and crossed, tongue lolling out with drool dripping down your chin—there’s no doubt that the four of them have effectively reduced you into a mindless slut.
you’re so dizzy from the hazy and musky smell of sex in oikawa’s room and with the fast circles from both mattsun and makki’s fingers that they’re subjecting your overstimulated clit to makes the knot in your stomach snap.
your orgasm hits you so hard that there are no words coming out of you, only a choked scream as your body stiffens for a few seconds before convulsing so much that you don’t even notice or feel the way clear liquid shoots out of your cunt and on to mattsun’s abdomen.
when both men see and feel you squirt, it triggers their own orgasms as well, causing them to thrust into you one last time before they loudly groan your name as they simultaneously fill your holes with thick and hot spurts of their cum, painting and coating your insides white as they breathe heavily.
the three of you are shaking and whimpering and your body gives out so you can’t stop yourself from falling on mattsun’s chest. They hiss when they hear their cocks slip out of you with an obscenely loud pop, causing everyone witnessing the mess to moan as their cum dribble out of your ass and pussy.
Makki lifts his lean body off of you, not crushing you between them anymore as he lifts your head and sloppily kisses you. he quickly tugs on mattsun’s hair and pushes his face towards yours and it’s just so messy.
the three-way kiss with the two of them consists of them licking each other’s tongues before they focus back on you. when they’re done fooling around, you immediately find yourself on your back with makki in between your legs, his bright eyes wide as he stares at the cum dribbling from your pussy.
oikawa, still as naked as the day he was born, walks up to your trembling and very overstimulated body as he smirks down at you, his fingers rubbing his dried cum on your face.
“down for this again, pretty?”
there’s a dopey smile on your lips but it quickly gets erased when you moan, feeling makki’s tongue slurping all the juices flowing out of your pussy, practically cleaning you up.
iwaizumi is leaning on the couch, his sweaty chest heaving as he smirks at your pathetic whines while your hands weakly push makki away from you. it’s futile because mattsun’s hand is buried in makki’s hair as he guides the strawberry blonde’s head in making an even bigger mess between your legs.
oikawa chuckles as he sits beside you again, lean arms crossed on his chest as he looks at your fucked out expression.
“that’ll teach her a lesson on disrespecting me,” iwaizumi spits, his dark eyes trained on you.
“excuse me? i’m the one she was the brat—”
“shut up, shittykawa.”
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YOU GET JEALOUS OF THEIR MANAGER
Relationships: atsumu x reader, matsukawa x reader (issei calls reader ‘my girl’ once)
Content/Warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive in both parts (highly suggestive in matsukawa’s part), mdni. atsumu is a lil bit toxic but he redeems himself. me bullying oikawa for five minutes straight.
Summary: You get jealous of their managers.
masterlist | kuroo’s part| daichi’s part
notes: this is absolute word vomit and very self indulgent, hope you enjoy. i do have a daichi one in the drafts, it was supposed to go in here but it was just too long so i’ll probs put it up later. if y’all like this, let me know, and if you want others hmu, if i can, i’ll write it!
Dating Atsumu meant two of many things.
1. that you were prone to see girls fawning over him, constantly, no matter where the two of you were.
Whether it was at school, the park, the grocery store, or even on public transport.
You were used to it. But that didn’t mean that you felt comfortable with it.
2. Atsumu absolutely loved teasing you.
It was the first week back, and you knew that there was a new manager for the volleyball team.
The team wanted you to try out for the manager, knowing that you would get it but with your study load and extra activities there was just no time at all.
Turning the position down called for external recruits.
While it looked fun and maybe would have brought your social status up by being the manager of the volleyball team, it was also hard work. Especially when you had someone like Atsumu on the team.
Which is why you were happy when you visited the team after the first week back and saw that the manager was getting along with your boyfriend.
At first it was fine. Atsumu could have friends that were the opposite gender, just like you were.
You visited as much as you could but each time it seemed like they got closer, it didn’t help that Atsumu was raving about her to you every time you hung out.
Each visit after the first week consisted of you greeting him, then the rest of the team. And you watching, hurt stewing in your heart and belly as Atsumu paid more attention to the manager than his own partner.
It was fine at first, really it was. He was a player on the team, and he had to listen to the manager.
But did he have to tell jokes to her that made her laugh throwing her head back
Did he have to grin at her while he did a perfect serve?
“Do ya want me to beat up my shitty brother for ya, (Y/N)?” 'Samu asked as he picked up his water bottle. “Sunarin and I make a pretty good team if you would like us to beat him up.”
“Please don’t do that,” you shook your head. You knew that the team was picking up on the weird tension you were giving out whenever you saw the two of them together. “I have to go, I have a meeting for the debate team, I’ll see you guys when I finish.”
Without a goodbye to anyone else, you left the gymnasium, unaware of a certain someone paying attention to you.
You never did return back to the gymnasium, well that was a lie. You just didn’t stay longer than you needed to. Your meeting finished earlier, and you walked back to the gym, but walking in and seeing Atsumu grin at his manager while she gave him his water bottle and wipe him down with the towel.
You left after seeing that.
Tired and confused, you ignored Atsumu for a couple of days. You needed to get your head and heart sorted because this was getting too much.
If he wants to be with someone else, then he can.
It was after couple of days that you decided to visit practice again. The other boys on the team were also your friends.
Dusting the invisible lint off your school clothes, you opened the door. glad to see she wasn’t there just yet and the boys starting their warm up.
Walking over to them, you greeted them starting with Suna and Osamu.
“Hey, aren’t I yer boyfriend? Why aren’t ya saying hi to me first,” Atsumu whined, poking your side as you continued greeting the team.
“I don’t know Miya, I didn’t think we were even together anymore,” you spat out, yanking his arm off you.
“Ooo, she brought out your surname,” Suna remarked as he walked up with Osamu.
“‘Yer in big trouble pig-ass,” Osamu joined in, receiving a high-five from Suna.
Atsumu glared at them, and then turned to you, an uncomfortable feeling in his gut. “What do ‘yer mean?”
“I mean you spend so much time with the new manager, that I thought it was you and her together, and not me and you,” you licked your lips and narrowed your eyes at him, “am I wrong?”
It wasn’t like you to blow up and make a scene, especially in front of people. But the weeks of hurt and discomfort caused by the boy standing in front of you, and the girl watching from the sidelines was just too much to keep in.
You looked around, beginning to feel uneasy with everyone watching your dirty laundry being aired out.
You tugged Atsumu’s hand and you led him out of the gym, into the nearest empty classroom.
“What do ya mean you don’t think we’re together anymore?” Atsumu accused as soon as you closed the door.
“Jesus, Atsumu, look at your behaviour for the last couple of weeks! How many times have I come to visit you just for you to ignore me and pay attention to her instead?”
Atsumu grinned and he got you where he wanted you. “Aren’t ya just jealous?”
You flared your nostrils, rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “Not jealous, ‘Tsum, I was just…”
You took a moment to determine what you were feeling and how you could tell him in a way where it wasn’t word vomit.
“Hurt?” You shrugged. “I was hurt that you could do that so easily with her. Why could you do something you do with me everyday with her, so easily?”
Subconsciously you began rubbing your arms, your eyes downcast refusing to meet his gaze. “It’s stupid,” you finally decided and walked away from him. “Forget about it.”
It was as if the fight left you. The anger that was silently brewing was gone, instead it was just defeat and hurt left. You didn’t want to fight anymore, this was exhausting.
A grip on your arm prevented you from walking away. “It’s stupid ‘Tsum, I know, you love me. We can forget about it. Look, let’s take a couple of days from each other and we can talk about this during the weekend, alright?”
“‘M sorry,” Atsumu spoke softly.
He truly was, he didn’t realise how hurt you could be even though Osamu has told him before, even the girls he’s dated before have told him.
That while flirting with those girls truly meant nothing to him, he couldn’t deny that giddiness that he got knowing that you loved him so much that you would get jealous.
It was toxic but it was something he loves to do to you.
Well loved to do to you.
If making you jealous meant that you got hurt, and that you ever doubted your permanent place in his heart then Atsumu realised that he needed to get his shit together.
“I just liked knowing that ya got jealous, yer face gets all scrunched up and in some fucked up way I liked knowing that you love me so much that ya wanna stake yer claim on me.”
A little bit of your hurt was gone as Atsumu explained his tactic, “What the actual fuck, ‘Tsum?”
Atsumu let out a ‘yikes’ under his breath, sounding it out did sound pretty fucking stupid.
“I just didn’t realise that instead of being angry, you would doubt my feelings for you.”
At the incredulous look on your face, Atsumu
“I never told ya I was the smartest.”
“You’re in the smartest class in the school.”
“When it comes to loving ya!” Atsumu explained. “‘M gonna fuck up a lot, I know that and I have things to learn but I don’t wanna learn it without you, don’t wanna learn it for anyone else! Just ya! I wanna do it right and ‘m gonna fuck up along the way but I’m hoping that you’ll be there to help me.”
He got red in the face, and turned to look away from you.
You knew that it took a lot for Atsumu to voice out his feelings like this.
“Oh, ‘Tsum,” you pulled him into your arms and hugged him tightly.
Yeah, he wasn’t the smartest when it came to love but he was willing to learn, and you knew while this didn’t change that he hurt you in the past, the fact that he wanted to change for you was enough for now.
“‘M so sorry, and I promise never to hurt ya ever again,” feeling you in his arms made everything feel right for him.
This was nice being in his arms once again, it felt good. And Atsumu being soft was always a nice change.
Atsumu pulled back and cheekily grinned at you,
“Now, why don’t I show you just how much I love you?”
There he is. There’s the man that you fell in love with.
“We’re in a classroom!”
“Yeah, please don’t! We don’t want to hear that!” You pulled away from Atsumu and looked towards the door, seeing two distinct shadows.
You yelled at Suna and Osamu to leave, and once you were sure of it, you turned back to Atsumu.
“”M sorry (Y/N),” Atsumu whispered and brought his face down to nuzzle into you. “I’m so sorry, love ya, love ya so much. ‘Yer make me a better man everyday by being by my side, so thankful for ye.”
And yes, while he did love to see how your face reacted when you got jealous, and the fact that you get jealous somehow equals to reaffirming your love for Atsumu, without him directly asking for it. The look on your face when he tells you he loves you, or the way your eyes light up and the smallest shyest smile adorns your face when you tell him you love him, yeah that beats your scrunched up face by a mile.
“Ooh, is (Y/N)-chan jealous?” You heard Oikawa tease behind you.
Beside you Iwa passed you the volleyball which you quickly threw at Oikawa but damn his stupid reflexes he was able to catch it easily.
“Not very nice, (Y/N)-chan,” he pouted and you put your middle finger up.
You turned back to the scene in front of you as you watched as the new recruited manager flirt with your boyfriend.
Well, was he really your boyfriend? You and Issei never really put a label on anything. You were childhood best friends, and then one night you decided to kiss and ever since then you’ve been doing everything a couple does except there was no label. You didn’t really think a label was necessary for the two of you when it was obvious how much in love you were with each other. You never had a reason.
As you watched her blatantly flirt with Issei, her hands touching him, as he laughed good naturedly.
Maybe it wasn’t anything to Issei.
Maybe your “relationship” wasn’t anything to Issei.
You felt like throwing up. You walked into the direction of the changing rooms, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by everything.
The other three boys noticing your discomfort followed you.
“Do you want me to kill her? I’ve been watching those American movies, got my skill up to par,” Makki grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“We can kill her,” Oikawa piped up, not liking your attention solely on Makki while he was there.
“Don’t you want to go pro, ‘Kawa?”
“You’re right, I can just get my fanclub to do it, that’s how much I love you, (Y/N)-chan.”
At that you rolled your eyes and you bumped your shoulder with his.
Wrapping his arms around you, Oikawa whispered, “Look, you need to talk to him if this is messing you up that badly.” He rubbed your shoulder and you couldn’t help but lean into him. He sat you down and you fiddled with his free hand. “You two are great but if it’s hurting you, it’s better to let it out than fester and cause bigger problems in the future.”
“You know when you’re not being annoying, you’re actually quite wise.”
Oikawa flicked your forehead and you nuzzled closer to him. It was comforting, well as comforting it was to be in the boys changing room with your best friend humming the theme song to Jurassic Park.
“Hey hot stuff, can we have a word?”
You both lifted your head to see Issei by the door, Makki and Iwa by his sides. They looked at you with an apologetically. To anyone else it would have seem like Issei was his usual self. But both you and Tooru know that the way Issei had his arms crossed, his face impassive with the exception of his left brow arched that he was pissed.
“Sorry, but they’re busy with me,” Tooru grinned as you tighten your grip on his hand.
Issei’s eyes focused on Tooru’s hands on your body and smiled tightly. “Mind leaving then? Need to talk to my girl.”
At that Tooru sighed loudly, knowing that he can’t prolong this anymore for your sake. He slowly let go of you and glared at Mattsun.
“They were mine first!” Oikawa retorted as Iwa and Makki pulled him away, letting you and Issei talk by yourselves.
Issei looked at you knowingly after Oikawa’s statement, at which you rolled your eyes in response.
He walked up to you, gone was his impassive face, now was the face that he often looked at you with. Love.
He tapped your foot with his when you refused to meet his eyes.
“You jealous, pretty baby?”
A beat of silence and still refused to look at him.
“No, I’m so stoked seeing another girl feel you up, ‘Sei,” you deadpanned.
Issei grinned at you, and pulled you up, pressing you against the lockers. HIs arms wrapped around you. You could feel his fingers run up and down your waist. “My pretty baby is jealous.”
You pulled your head back a bit and groaned.
“My pretty dumb baby thinks that some stupid girl is worth more than them,” he pulled you closer
“Think I have to remind my pretty baby that I’m theirs don’t I?” He unwrapped his arms around you and held yours with his, he dragged them to his chest, then down towards the waistband of his shorts.
“Think my pretty baby has to mark me up to show everyone who I belong to.”
As he left you to do as you will, he began slowly tugging down your pants, “Think I have to show you just how much I love you don’t I? Gonna worship you, pretty baby.”
You walked out of the changing room thirty minutes later, hair mussed up and hickies littering both yours and Issei’s skin.
He grinned smugly, as his shirt was barely covering the marks that you left him.
As you walked up to the team, your face grew redder as you realised that they heard what you guys were doing, and clearly saw what you were doing.
Makki raised his eyebrows and winked at you, “Can’t believe you call Mattsun daddy.” Makki shook his head, “Actually, makes perfect sense that you call him daddy.”
Iwa looked at you once, and then glared at Issei, “You guys are gross by the way.”
Oikawa looked at the clock on the gym wall, “Just thirty minutes? You know if you were with me it would be longer than that.”
This time Oikawa wasn’t fast enough to dodge the ball aimed towards his face.
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♡ 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍
featuring — bokuto koutarou, iwaizumi hajime, kageyama tobio, kuroo tetsurou, matsukawa issei, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou
additional notes: hi, it’s been a very long time since i’ve written anything. but i’m back with a little something (been in a soft mood so you’re all getting some haikyuu kisses) and hopefully, it’s good and you all enjoy it !! reblogs help heaps and are greatly appreciated <3
❥ atsumu never settles for just one kiss so when you ask him for another, he agrees almost immediately. he always tries to play it off but the look on his face—the way he smiles with the corners of his eyes crinkling—is more than enough to give him away. it's quite amusing to watch him try and suppress the lopsided grin at his lips because he really tries to act smug about you wanting to kiss him again, but his little façade never lasts long. he likes to lean in nice and slow, pressing your foreheads together for a moment as he simply peers at you with droopy, lovesick eyes—he's smitten, truly. atsumu likes to compliment you—or say something borderline embarrassing—before your mouths meet just so he isn't the only one who's grinning like a fool, and kisses you just before you can call him a dork in return with two fingers hooked beneath your chin and a pleasant hum buzzing past his lips.
❥ bokuto cannot contain the low chuckle that bubbles deep within his chest, a gentle rumble that almost blends into a gleeful hum; it's endearing how genuinely happy he is when you ask. his whole demeanour is infectious—from the way his lips curl upwards, to how his eyes shine when he leans in a little closer—and you find yourself literally and figuratively engulfed by his presence; his breath fanning over the slight part of your lips, the light bump of his nose against yours, the way his hands fall to your waist. you're both grinning and giggling by the time your arms instinctively loop around his neck and bokuto complies without a moment's hesitation when you finally pull him in completely, kissing you with enough enthusiasm to have you drawing back with a breathless laugh. he always chases after you, smiling mischievously when one of your hands presses against his chest; he insists that it's his turn to ask you for another kiss this time.
❥ iwaizumi may seem like he's feigning indifference when he stares at you with a raised brow and quirked lips but in reality, he's elated. he enjoys the look on your face, the way your eyes meet his own for a split second before they dart down to his lips and linger because you already know that he'll never turn down the opportunity to kiss you. but despite your request, the two of you are never in a rush; your arms snake around his neck and they just stay there as he draws you into him with a swift tug at your hips. iwaizumi is more than content with letting you slump your weight against him because it means that he gets to indulge himself just a little more; he lets his fingers brush over and squeeze at your hips, he lets his gaze wander until it stops and lingers at your mouth, he lets one of his hands trail upwards until his fingers are grasping your jaw to pull you in for that second kiss that always ends up lasting longer than the first one.
❥ kageyama thinks he misheard you and can only look at you with wide eyes and parted lips; he doesn't want to ask you to repeat yourself in fear of embarrassing himself but seeing as you're still lingering against him, he decides to believe that what he initially heard had been correct. he's breathless and a little hesitant in the sense that both his mind and body are still tingling with the pleasant buzz of having just kissed you, cheeks and ears equally dusted a light shade of pink as he mindlessly fiddles with the hem of your shirt—but there's no doubt that he wants more as well, perhaps even more than you do. kageyama lacks subtly, which you think is quite cute, and glances at your lips one too many times to be considered an accident or unintentional. by the fourth obvious glance, you make the first move instead and lean forward to close the gap between your faces, giggling when his voice blends against your lips.
❥ kuroo leans in smoothly, his movements a little too fluid and natural that you can't help but let your eyes flutter shut instinctively as you wait for him to kiss you again—you're too eager and too giddy from the first kiss that the idea of him messing with you fails to cross your mind. you hear him chuckle before you actually see the smug smile on his face; it's both attractive and annoying that all you can manage in your brief moment of flusteredness is click of your tongue and huff. it's worth noting that he isn't always like this, that sometimes he will just kiss you when you ask and not toy with you at all—it's just cute to see you like this from time to time. kuroo likes to cup your chin with one of his hands, his thumb lightly brushing over your cheek once and then twice, as he makes you look at him and there's sincerity and playfulness in his stare. he's suddenly so tender and it's so easy for you to cave in all too quickly, sighing when he finally presses his mouth to yours.
❥ matsukawa doesn't need you to ask him if he can kiss you again because he will, regardless of where you both are and regardless of who you're both with. it's more of an instinctual thing now, an unofficial custom the two of you have established somewhere along the later stages of your relationship, that it's never just one kiss—it's two, at the very least. but since it's a customary thing, everything happens at whatever pace he desires in the moment and there have been times where matsukawa prolongs the wait just so that you'll reopen your eyes and stare at him, perplexed and pouty; he teases you, obviously. but it doesn't take much for him to lean in though, a low chuckle bubbling from within his chest as he lets his hands settle just above the curve of your backside, fingers drumming and squeezing rhythmically before he finally presses his mouth to yours, smiling.
❥ sakusa will never say no to an extra kiss, even if the situation he's in is telling him otherwise. he's somewhat addicted; to the feel of your mouth against his, to how natural and perfect the moment is when you're with him, to how kissing you can be both grounding yet dizzying—but he'll never admit it out aloud. the build up for the second kiss feels incredibly intimate because sakusa never really pulls away after the first one; he just lets his lips merely hover above yours, his breath warm and light as it ghosts over your skin, while you both wait for a few seconds in a pleasant silence. he holds you close with strong yet gentle hands, sometimes they're exploring your body, other times they remain as they are, and it all really just depends on the mood you've both set beforehand. he has a habit of smiling when he kisses you but he doesn't realise it, and you've never had the heart to tease him about it.
❥ suna enjoys kissing you to the point where he's visibly relaxed when he pulls away with a satisfied hum; there's a dopey grin plastered across his face and his eyelids rest droopily over his eyes. so when you ask him to kiss you again—and again, and again, and again—he's more than happy to do so but not without a little teasing first. he'll let out a light laugh that fans against your skin and calls you needy with a playful lilt in his voice while holding you by the waist with gentle hands. the thing about suna is that he has a cute habit of swaying when you're in his arms; he'll gently guide your body to follow his lazy movements while his fingers absentmindedly play with the hem of your shirt—it definitely makes up for him calling you needy. it doesn't take long for you to erupt into a series of airy giggles and when you finally do, that's when he kisses you.
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Hello! Can you do the "I think I know why my boobs are so small." prank on my beefy boys, Matssun, Atsumu, Bokuto and Ushijima👅 love your styles in writingggg😩💓
“I think I know why my boobs are so small” prank
feat. Matsukawa, Atsumu, Bokuto, Ushijima
♡ note: f!reader
♡ a/n: LMAOOOOOOO this prompt
♡ part two
you knew your boyfriend was clever- so you had to ask him when he was off guard
so you waited until he was nearing the end of his nap to try out the prank
you curl up next to your boyfriend, cuddling into his side
“hey Issei” you whisper, causing him to stir and wake up
“hmm?” he asks
“I think I know why my boobs are so small” you tell him
“mmm and why is that” Matsukawa asks, but the moment you gasp at him, he processes what you said and sits up
“ISSEI YOU THINK MY BOOBS ARE TOO SMALL?!” you screech-although you can’t help but laugh upon seeing his unamused expression on his face
your boyfriend thumps your forehead before he wraps you up in his arms and pulls you back down onto the couch
“ah that was really clever of you babe. you really got me there” he chuckles, drifting back into his nap
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Issei, you just said you thought I had small boobs” you dramatically sigh, trying to squirm free from his hold
but instead he only pulls you closer into a tighter embrace
“never said that, and to be fair I wasn’t even paying attention to what you asked me” he rolls his eyes at you
despite what he says, he still presses a kiss to your forehead
“I think you’re absolutely perfect, alright? I wouldn’t change a single thing about you” he mumbles
you take pause at his words, unable to come up with any sort of witty comeback solely because you’re too flustered by his words
“oh? not so chatty anymore huh?” he teases, enjoying the way you’re absolutely speechless from his loving words
as much as he knows that this was just a little prank you set up
he’ll never shy away from making sure you know how absolutely beautiful you are
you knew for a fact that Atsumu would be the type to fall for this one
and you also knew that the best set up for this prank would be in front of his friends
so one day, you and Atsumu has Osamu, Suna, Kita, and Aran over
everyone was just hanging around, and when the room got silent you knew it was time to strike
you nudge Atsumu to catch his attention
“baby baby I know why my boobs are so small!” you announce, catching the attention of the other four
“why?” he asks with absolutely no hesitation
the other four realize what went on before your boyfriend, and they were dying to see his reaction was
Atsumu blinked at you, waiting for your answer
“..you think they’re small?” you softly ask, and you watch as Atsumu’s eyes widen in a panic
“wait wait wait nO THAT’S NOT WHAT I- NO Y/N I DIDN’T MEAN THAT” Atsumu hollers, grabbing hold of your hands to pull you closer
he looks to his friends for help but the four avert their eyes, not wanting to be a part of whatever was going on (Suna was recording this of course)
Atsumu was panicking even more when he saw your dejected face, not realizing it was a prank
“..it’s okay ‘Tsumu, you’re not wrong..” you mumble and at this point, all sense of logic and reason fly out the window
“NO BABY PLEASE THEY’RE PERFECT. GUYS PLEASE TELL Y/N HER BOOBS ARE PERFECT...” he hollers
there was another silent pause
“WAIT NO DON’T SAY THAT” Atsumu screeches, and pulls you into his arms
he has you in a hug, jumbling his words around but you’re able to make out a string of apologies and compliments
the guilt eats away at you and you eventually confess to him that it was all a prank
and Atsumu makes the biggest deal out of it, claiming to have never been ‘so betrayed’ in his life
but in all honesty he’s just relieved he didn’t accidentally make you insecure
“hey Kou?” you call out innocently, yet plastered across your face was a devilish little grin
“in the living room!” your boyfriend calls out, and you follow his voice where you see him watching his latest volleyball game- going over every play
perfect- he was distracted
you plopped onto the couch next to him, and his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist to pull you close
“hey babe, I think I know why my boobs are so small” you say, waiting for him to ask why
but he doesn’t
Bokuto grabs the remote to mute the television and he sits up to look at you, blinking in confusion
“your boobs aren’t ‘so small’, they’re perfect what the heck are you talking about Y/n?” he asks with a completely serious look on his face
because he does not like hearing you say anything about your body that could come off as negative in the slightest
“No Kou, what I meant was-” you try to explain yourself but it’s too late
your boyfriend is going off on a tangent about how much he loves you and how every part of you is absolutely beautiful to him
after that, he goes on to ask you whether or not he’s ever said or done anything that made you feel more insecure about yourself
by the end of his little motivating speech, you’re honestly too embarrassed to even admit the whole thing was a prank you saw on tiktok
but how could you even muster the courage when your boyfriend is cuddling you and showering you with so much praise and affection
so you leave the prank at that and enjoy the rest of the day snuggling up to your boyfriend
although you didn’t expect Akaashi to swing by the next day with some self-help books teaching you to love yourself more
“Bokuto-san asked me to bring these”
messing with Ushijima was always going to be unpredictable
because there was no telling how he’d react to the prank and how he’s react to learning it was all a prank
however, through Tendou’s encouragement, you decided to muser up the courage and try it out on him
the two of you were just cuddling in bed after waking up, the perfect time to strike
“Toshi~ guess what” you coo, and it was your soft voice that made him smile every morning
“yes Y/n?” he asks, his mind wandering off about the tasks that needed to be finished later today
“I learned why my boobs are so small” you say so matter of factly
“hm, why?” Ushijima asks, still thinking about today’s chores
but Ushijima thought your question was weird, and so when he thought back to what you said and how he answered, he sat up in bed
“oh. I don’t think they’re small at all” he says, and you bite back a laugh
he was always so earnest, and you knew what he was speaking was his own true opinion
still, it was fun to press on
“then why did you ask me why?” you sigh, turning your back away from your boyfriend
Ushijima frowned, not knowing what was going on
he lays back in bed, hugging you from behind to comfort you
“I was only curious as to what you had to say. that doesn’t mean I agree with what you said. I’m sorry if I've upset you but I think you’re beautiful the way you are” he responds, and it’s at this point you break
you turn back to face him, cupping his face and giving him a quick peck
“you’re so cute Toshi, but it was all just a prank you know! I’m not actually upset in the the slightest” you softly chuckle, trying to convince him that it was all for fun
Ushijima slowly blinks, nodding at what he heard
“was Tendou a part of this?” he asks, and when you nod at him, he nods back
the two of you drop the subject, changing the conversation to something else
and while you thought that this whole prank ordeal was over, let it be known that Tendou was still in big trouble with your boyfriend
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SEIJOH 4 | MAFIA AU
These boys are even shadier than inarizaki, they don't care about moral, no traditional dignity, only the bag, and welp, maybe you.
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♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓 ♡
Once he has you under his ministration, he does not let you go. He overstimulates you to a point where he is just so drunk on you and the view of your pussy clenching and cumming that he cannot stop himself. It’s an obsession which you only can satisfy. Hours could go by and he would still be there, head in between your legs, lapping that sweet flesh, sucking on your clit and penetrating your little wet, exhausted hole with his tongue, until he feels the shudders of orgasm hitting your sweet spot again and again. He loves to clean everything up and start once again. Your cunt is swollen by the time he is satisfied of the amount of your flavour in his mouth, and he smirks when he has to physically stop you from closing your legs when he sucks, licks and worships your pussy again and again. He loves to bite into the smooth skin of your thighs, too - so you can never let your guard down, or he will eat you whole. In the literal sense.
Atsumu, D A I S H O U, Daichi, Ushijima, Hinata, Akiteru, Matsukawa, KYOUTANI, Futakuchi, A K A A S H I, Hirugami.
Loves when you facesit him. His eyes go insanely wide and he asks you to ride his face because if he would to die kissing open mouthed your cunt, he would. He wants you to choke and bless him at the same time, every time you worry about him just pushing you harder down on him. He loves to open his lips under you and press his flat tongue over every crevice of your pussy, so you feel the wetness on his tongue, mixing with the juices flowing out of you. He switches rhythm from time to time, first drilling small tips of his tongue into your hole, then torturing your clit with a succession of sucking it , blowing over it and flicking his tongue over it as quickly as he can manage. He loves hearing you moan - and it gives his such an adrenaline rush he fastens his pace up when it happens. His favourite thing to do is circling your hole with his tongue, and then press his nose right above, so he can shove his tongue in you and let you lose your mind, hips hitching and thighs hardening around his head.
OIKAWA, Aran, K I T A, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, SUGAWARA, Keishin, S A K U S A, Terushima, Tendou, Tanaka.
Hearing your scream is his daily fuel, and eating your out does not fall behind in it. He loves to experiment, trying new things out as long as they drag your voice out of your lips. He is gentle, careful and thorough working down your collarbone, to your stomach to the mount of Venus. He kisses your skin so slow and makes you impatient and yearning for the moment the tongue will touch your cunt. He loves to dive his nose first thing in, to smell the paradise in between your legs. He uses his hands to let you get to cum faster, scissoring and caressing your clit, alternating between tongue and fingers. He hits your G spot with so much easiness that you shudder just at the thought, at the same time feeling his tongue gently working through the petals of your cunt, discarding them one by one, until you are suddenly cumming, not knowing how to grasp the notion you did not even notice it happening.
OSAMU, Kuroo, S U N A, Yahaba, Semi, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi, Aone, BOKUTO, Ennoshita.
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BEING THEIR HOUSEWIFE.
#BOKUTO, AONE, MATSUKAWA, KITA, + ATSUMU.
+ note: this does NOT contain dark content. however, if you do not like the concept of housewives, no not read.
CW: CUNNILINGUS, RIDING, SIZE KINK, DADDY KINJ, BREEDING, CREAMPIE, MENTION OF CHILDREN (BUT READER 'CANT GET PREGNANT')
♡ nothing makes him happier than to have a pretty, sweet girl waiting for him at home
♡ he loves coming home to the sight of you
♡ sometimes youre in the kitchen wearing a cute frilly apron
♡ sometimes youre finishing up a day of cleaning
♡ he always feels his cock get hard at the sight of you
♡ knowing you're his pretty little wife riles him up more than anything
when he called into the quiet house that he was home, you came wandering down the stairs with a broom in your hand a wide smile on your face. you told him all about the cleaning you'd done all day and he felt his heart flutter.
even though he was clearly worn out, he couldn't resist swooping you in for a kiss. a kiss the quickly escalated until you were standing there, holding the hem of your pretty floral dress up. your panties were dangling around one ankle of the leg he had pulled over his shoulder as you let out the sweetest little moans.
he ate you out like a man starved, mouthing at your folds and swirling his tongue around your hard little clit. you grasped and yanked at his hair, trembling and crying out as he made you cum.
pulling away, you felt your cheeks flush hot at the sight of messy strings of your slick sticking between his face and your cunt.
"thank you, pretty. you're such a good little wife for me, hm?" he grinned.
♡ loves a sweet, doting little housewife
♡ he loves being able to come home, dinner on the table
♡ he always feels so grateful for everything you do all day
♡ keeping the house clean, making him breakfast, lunch, and dinner
♡ he just has to show you all the appreciation he has for you
"i love you," he breathes, face buried in your neck as you hold onto him for dear life. he's still sweaty from working on site all day and is musky scent mixes with the sweetness of your shampoo and body wash.
"love you!" you squeal as he thrusts his cock inside you, hitting a tender little spot that makes your back arch.
you're panting and whining, gushing all over his cock and making a mess of his jeans but he doesn't care.
he's just doing what a good, appreciative husband should do -- making his hard working, doting wife feel good until she can barely even think straight.
after all, you take such good care of him, the least he can do is fuck you stupid and dote on you all night in return.
♡ you're so sweet, just how he likes his pretty baby
♡ you're insatiable, waiting all day for him to come home from work
♡ the second he walks through the door
♡ you're clinging to him, pawing desperately at his cock
♡ it's just favorite thing
♡ coming home to a clean house, cooked meal, and a sweet, wet little cunt for him to stuff full
you were needy, clinging to him and moaning out the sweetest cries of "daddy" as he let you rut your hips against him. your nails bit into his skin but he didn't mind, or even really notice.
he was too entranced on the sight of your tiny little cunt stretching past its limit to fit his fat cock. despite the occasional pained whimper you let out, you didn't show any signs of stopping. even when he pressed against your cervix every time you dropped down onto his length, making your body lock up at the feeling, you didn't stop.
"'m cummin'," you gasp, tossing your head back as you grind against him, working yourself through your high.
he sits back, a smug little grin on his face as he watches.
he barely even has to do anything to make his pretty little wife cream all over his cock. and nothing makes him happier.
♡ he always knew he was going to marry a girl who would be waiting at home for him
♡ someone who was elated to see him after he spent a long, tiring day in the fields
♡ but what he didn't account for
♡ was the unbelievable urge to breed you that would bring
♡ having a sweet little housewife cling to him and whine about how much she missed him
♡ lit a fire in him that nothing else had ever been able to before
he had you pinned to the bed, knees pressed against your chest as he almost viciously fucked your cunt. you were creaming and gushing all over him, eyes rolled back as you panted and cried out for him.
he wasn't usually this aggressive. he preferred soft, sensual love-making. but there was something about seeing you babysitting your friends kid all day that had him losing his mind.
when he came home to you feeding the baby a bottle, images of you mothering his children flashed in his head. once the two of you were alone, he was on you.
though he knew you couldn't actually get pregnant yet, that didn't stop him from fucking his load into your tight, swollen little cunt as you babbled and trembled mindlessly in his grip.
"be a good little wife and take all my cum, okay?" he panted, "need to breed you up like a good husband should."
♡ he never really thought he'd be the type to appreciate coming home to a sweet little housewife
♡ you stay home all day while he spends the days out and about, training and practicing
♡ hes even gone for weeks on end for games
♡ but coming home to you
♡ knowing none of his teammates have a sweet, pretty girl waiting for him at home
♡ with a wet little cunt for him to worship after a stressful day
♡ made him realize he never wanted anything more
"my stupid little wife," he growls, "waiting all week for me to come home just to bend over and show me your filthy little cunt."
you squeal as his cock hits that sweet little spot inside you. your legs kick up but the grip he has on you keeps you pinned, your face buried in his pillow.
"yes, i love your cock!" you whine, arching your back so he can slide even deeper, making your eyes roll back.
"yeah, i know you do," he spits, "look at the fuckin' mess you're makin' on my cock, who knew my wife was such an insatiable little cockwhore?"
you begin to babble mindlessly, not offering up any real response. before he can reprimand you, he feels your hot little cunt spasm around him and laughs.
of course his sweet little wife is creaming all over his cock. after all, what kind of husband would he be if he didn't make you feel good like this?
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❝when you give your love, you drive me crazy.❞ - seijoh
— iwaizumi, matsukawa, oikawa, hanamaki, kyotani.
i made part one and wanted so badly to add issei and tōru and thought, why not give seijoh their own spotlight? part one here. minors dni or i’ll p33 in ur cheerios.
TW! fem!bodied, pet names (bunny), praise throughout, slight size kink in iwaizumi (beeg dick), mating press in mattsun’s, fingering, oral (f), hiro just stares at reader’s cooch, slight scent kink in kyou’s.
— iwaizumi hajime.
❥ becomes absolutely smitten the moment he sinks his cock between your slick folds.
❥ buries his head into your neck, puts his full weight onto you, and just gently rocks his hips against yours.
❥ hands firmly secured on your hips to keep you place while he thrusts into you.
❥ says anything and everything that’s on his mind. tells you how perfect you are for him, cunt was made for him, gonna cum if you keep squeezing like that. whatever comes to mind, he’s saying it.
iwaizumi has to steady himself, has to pace himself once he feels your walls wrapped around him.
dropping his chest against yours, his head stays tucked underneath your jaw, each bated breath and soft curse pressed against the skin of your neck.
holding onto his bicep, you’re squeezing your fingers around the hard muscle as he rocks his hips against yours. each thrust is slow and heavy as he fucks his cock in and out of you. “h-hajime! you’re so big!”
if his face was visible, you’d be able to see the way his eyes cross just slightly at your praise, his hands holding your hips tightly against his own as he picks up his pace.
“it’s cause this fucking cunt was made for me.”
— matsukawa issei.
❥ he’s very talkative and moans so much it’s borderline embarrassing.
❥ he just becomes so lost in you, so lost in how soft you are and how warm your body feels against his.
❥ only way he fucks you is in a press or missionary, he has to see each pretty face you make.
❥ becomes absolutely hooked on each little beg and moan that falls from your lips. always responding with a little “yeah?” “uh huh?”
there’s a quiet gasp that slips past both of your lips, a second where your breaths get caught in the back of each other’s throats. “issei —”
“i know baby, gimme - shit - gimme a second.” your legs are firmly hooked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to drop his hips further into you. the small action draws a low groan from his chest.
giving you exactly what you’re silently asking for, matsukawa pulls out just far enough until the mushroom shaped tip of his cock rests between your folds, moaning into your neck when he sends his hips flush against yours.
thick arms grasp at your thighs, pulling them away from his waist to push them against your chest, each little shift making him sink further into you.
“you feel so good, gonna make me cum so fast.”
— oikawa tōru.
❥ acts like he isn’t affected by you, acts like the sight of him sinking into you isnt sending him into a tizzy.
❥ loves it when you ride him.
❥ because he can lay there and watch you fuck yourself on his cock and take what’s yours.
❥ pulls you close and mumbles in your ear about how your cunt was made for him, how he wants you to make yourself feel good.
your palms lay flat against tooru’s chest, helping to keep yourself balanced as your hips meet his, the soft sound of his thighs slapping against your ass being the only thing heard besides your shared moans.
oikawa’s eyes lazily follow each curve of your body, hearts practically glowing within his irises when he watches himself sink into you. “fuck bunny, just like that.”
with his words, your head drops down to meet his gaze, walls clenching around his length at the sight below you. his hair is splayed against the pillow and a thin layer of sweat covers his body, lips parted so each moan and words of praise can fall from them.
his arms reach up to wrap around your shoulders, hand resting on the back of your neck as he brings his lips to yours.
the shift in position has you crying against his mouth, “i know it baby, taking me so well huh?”
— hanamaki takahiro.
❥ the biggest tease.
❥ the type to have you on your tummy and your ass up, hands resting on the backs of your thighs as he spreads your pussy.
❥ becomes so distracted and just watches the way you clench around nothing, doesn’t realize how badly he’s staring.
❥ he doesn’t stay distracted for very long, one moan of his name from you and he’s quickly getting to work.
takahiro’s hands are warm against the curve of your ass, thumbs dipping between your legs to spread your folds, too distracted to catch the squirm of your hips.
“hiro please, don’t stare, ‘s embarrassing.” your begs are muffled as you look at him over your shoulder, his eyes briefly catching yours before he shifts behind you.
a smirk pulls at his lips as his hand glides between your spread legs, fingers gathering your slick as he dips between your folds. a soft moan reaching his ears as he curls them up to brush against that little spot within.
his fingers pull away from your warm walls, gliding up to toy with your clit as his mouth replaces them, “sorry baby, you just look so pretty.”
— kyoutani kentarou.
❥ becomes so so so greedy.
❥ he’ll unintentionally tease you, kissing you over your panties, nose nudge between your folds, tongue licking at the material. he just can’t wait, needs it now.
❥ meanwhile he’s grinding down into the mattress below, the scent and taste of your pussy alone being enough to make him nearly cum.
❥ but that greediness takes over and he’s diving his tongue into your cunt, the fabric that was once covering it being ripped off so he can get what he wants.
each grind of hips against the firm mattress sends his nose bumping into your clit once more, tongue diving impossibly deep as he continues to lap at your folds.
“ken! ease up, please, ‘s too much.”
your pleas go straight to his cock, pushing his hips further into the sheets beneath him as he groans against you.
the squirming of your thighs in his grip has kyoutani’s fingers digging at the plush flesh, trying to keep you in place. “stop moving, doll. just let me make you cum, okay?”
the words dying at the back of his throat as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently before his tongue moves in figure eights around the sensitive bud. “you can do it.”
YVVJI © 2021
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besties are we up it’s — horny hours horny hours horny hours QUICK what are some hc’s you have for ur favorite boys ill go first
oikawa‘s immaculate at fingering. he’s so good at it. like he sinks his digits deep inside of you, curling them menacingly and pressing his palm against your clit. loves to twist them when they‘re inside of you to watch you cry and arch your back. his fingers are long too, so they reach deep, deep inside of you. he likes to press the palm of his hand against your lower stomach as he fingers you, to make the pressure even worse. a menace.
osamu eats pussy so loud. not just noise wise, actions wise too. he’s a show off. he grabs your legs and pushes them up, spreading them far and wide and gripping the back of your thighs. he pushes them closer to your chest, stuffing his face rougher against your cunt and sucking messily and harshly. if he’s making you sit on his face, his arms are gripping your thighs so tight that you physically can’t get up off of him.
suna loves to make you cum with his cock but without any penetration, especially if you’re on top. he likes to make you grind against his shaft while it’s pressed against his stomach, cause he can feel your cunt fluttering and pulsating as you cum. or he loves to rub his drooling tip against your clit until you’re crying and trying to shut your legs close as they tremble. he might be generous and slip in the tip at some point. maybe.
iwaizumi likes to manhandle you, but by it’s definition. he likes to fuck you so dumb and useless that you’re literally limp. he picks you up and repositions you, moving you around the way he likes. maybe it’s pushing you onto your stomach, not caring if your face is shoved into the mattress. or maybe it’s picking you up by your waist and lifting you onto his lap, and it’s alright if you fall against his chest. he doesn’t mind if you have no control anymore. he doesn’t mind at all.
atsumu loves loves loves your tits. kneading at them while he fucks into you, leaning down to suck and bite and lick at your nipples. or if he’s fucking you from behind, he likes to lift you up and press you against him, squeezing at your breasts and tugging and twisting at your nipples. and actually fucking your tits? or spilling all his cum onto them? watching as you squeeze at them and stick your tongue out to lap up any cum you can? shitttt.
matsukawa spits on your pussy before, well, doing anything. if he’s about to eat you out, he spits on your clit and rubs small, tight circles. if he’s about to fuck or finger you, he spits at your hole, watches with curious, mesmerized, teasing eyes as your hole flutters and as you shudder at the feel. he watches the spit drool for a moment before picking it up with either the pads of his fingers or the tip of his cock, pressing into you, deep, deep, deep. (he also loves to spit in your mouth but that’s something else).
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HAIKYUU BOYS AND HICKEYS
feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, atsumu miya, matsukawa issei, sawamura daichi, sakusa kiyoomi
warnings. SUGGESTIVE. please don’t read/interact if you’re under the age of 16!! MATTSUN AND DAICHI’S ARE ESPECIALLY SUGGESTIVE PLEASE
note. also i know a lot of my moots might feel obligated to reblog this but please know that if you feel uncomfortable w it you don’t have to!! this is suggestive so i really won’t be offended if you don’t reblog this one :) love u guys EDIT: IM NEVER OFFENDED WHEN YOU GUYS DONT REBLOG THINGS I REALIZE THAT SOUNDED BAD I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT THIS ONE ESPECIALLY IS UNDERSTANDABLE
IWAIZUMI prefers to keep things private. he’s careful with every kiss and he knows where he should spend an extra amount of time, and often he spends his little moments below the collarbone and along your chest, inching towards the parts of you that you can cover up with clothes when tomorrow comes and bruises have bloomed along your skin. and he’ll kiss every one as the sun rises and crawls along your flesh and your sheets, letting sweet memories drift with his breath as his lips meet yours again.
KUROO is nothing if not a terrible menace, so he’ll leave bruises wherever he pleases—biting and kissing at the skin of your neck and just below your jaw, always high enough that you can’t quite cover it up with a turtleneck. he’ll press his fingers into them just as they start to form, laughter crossing his breath and pulling at his lips when you narrow your eyes up at him. and then, he’ll whisper into your skin, letting his voice and his laughter vibrate through the side of your neck.
ATSUMU is nearly as bad as kuroo, leaving bruises along your shoulders and your collarbone, dragging dull nails along your waist and up along your sternum. he’s loud and teasing, biting at the little red marks that dust your flesh, reveling at the way your fingers tangle in his hair and drift down the nape of his neck. he’ll sigh and laugh into you, breath fanning over your skin and lips fleeting as they try to capture every part of you they can.
MATSUKAWA finds solace between your thighs. he’ll bite and kiss and lick the skin that rests on your inner thigh, smiling enough that you can feel it with every kiss. his breath is warm against your skin, sending little shivers down your spine. he’ll whisper into the bruises, little murmurs of honey over and over again until you’re sure it’s the only thing he can say between kisses.
DAICHI leaves bruises all along your hips. he runs his nails along the curves of your body, drinking you in as slowly as he can before dipping his lips down below your waist. he’s sweet, slow, humming at the way your eyes flutter shut. above all else, he’s careful with you, pressing kisses only where you’ll ever allow.
SAKUSA prefers to be littered in hickeys than to give them. it’s something about the purple and red bruises blooming against his pale skin, something about you spending special time with him and him only. he’ll sigh and tangle his hands in your hair, let his eyes flutter shut, too enraptured by you to be able to take in anything else.
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cw: loss of virginity, light virgin kink, cunnilingus, fingering, wet&messy, praise kink, squirting, UNEDITED
summary: you let camboy matsukawa take your virginity on camera.
+ note: my contribution to my corrupt a virgin collab!
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks you softly, eyes gentle as he gazes upon you.
Just having him above you was enough to send butterflies fluttering around your stomach. You couldn’t help reaching up to grip his shirt, pulling him down to press your lips against his.
He hums, dropping onto his forearms to press his chest closer against yours. You sigh happily, wrapping around arms around his neck to fist his hair -- the soft curls feel heavenly under your fingers.
After a moment, he pulls away and smiles, tucking a hair behind your ear, “I need to hear you tell me yes, pretty baby,” he whispers.
“Y-Yes...please,” you add the last plea, a whisper under your breath that has his heart racing in his chest.
He finally sits up and moves off of your body, turning to look at the set up at the end of the bed. You follow his gaze and watch as he begins to turn the camera on, adjusting the light so the bed is properly illuminated.
Once he’s sure it’s recording, he turned his attention back to you. With a pretty little smile, he reached to the collar of his shirt and pulled it off -- leaving him in just a pair of sweatpants.
Usually for his videos, he typically preferred to dress up. You’d never really seen him dress so casually for a video.
But still, you weren’t complaining -- not when you could see the outline of his cock, slowly hardening as it pressed against the fabric.
As he crawled onto the bed, it dipped beneath his weight. He grabbed your thighs and tugged you closer to him, casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure you both were correctly in the frame.
Then, he turned his attention back to you, leaning down to press his lips against yours. His hand curled around the back of your head, holding you close as his other hand slid up your body. As his fingers found the hem of your shirt, it slipped beneath the fabric to find your breast. He sighed contentedly when he discovered your bare skin, thumbing over your nipple. Your body trembled under the unfamiliar sensation, clutching him desperately as he touched you.
“You’re so warm,” he teases, a sweet smile on his lips as he watches you intently.
You merely sigh and arch into him, silently encouraging him to touch you more.
“So sweet, why don’t you tell me what you want, hm?” he asks sweetly, tucking hair behind your ear.
“W-Want…” your brows furrow as you struggle to word exactly what it is you’re craving, “I just want you to touch me…”
“But I am touching you, bunny,” he coos, enjoying the way your eyes widen so cutely at the pet name. He grins, raising a brow, “Oh I get it...you want me to touch you...here…”
Your breath hitches as his hand slides lower, teasing the band of your shorts. He pauses, fingertips just barely under the hem, to watch the way your inexperienced body reacts.
Your chest heaves as you sigh, hips mindlessly thrusting forward as if hoping it would force his fingers into your shorts.
After you let out a soft whimper, he finally takes mercy on you and shoves his hand under -- into your panties. A soft curse immediately falls from his lips when he feels how wet you are -- immediately slicking the pads of his fingers.
“You’re so wet, fuck,” he moans, burying his face in your neck as his fingers slide through your folds.
You both can hear the slick sound of them parting as he finds your clit. Your thighs jerk under the stimulation as he circles the bud gently, careful not to overstimulate you too quickly.
“You’re so sensitive,” he breathes, “You really are a virgin, huh baby?”
You nod and whimper, clutching his biceps as he plays with your cunt until you’re dripping. Your panties stick to you when he pulls his hand out.
It’s almost like he suddenly feels greedy -- the second his hand is free, he’s stripping you of your shirt and tugging your shorts down your legs. He casts a little glance over his shoulder to check that both of you were still properly in frame.
Satisfied, he turns his attention back to you and gently shoves your thighs apart again -- moaning at the sight of your panties soaked through.
“God, you’re so wet, fuck,” he whispers, running his fingers over your clothed cunt in wonder, “You get this wet when you touch yourself too, baby?”
Your cheeks burn hot as you nod, “Y-Yeah...is that bad?”
He exhales deeply through his nose, shaking his head, “No baby, not at all. Fuck, I love it…”
Issei truly was in wonder. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slowly began pulling the material down. His eyes followed the strings of slick that connected to the fabric, trailing down your thighs as they broke.
Your little cunt was glistening, arousal drooling from the pretty little hole as you clenched around nothing.
His hands slid up your thighs, eagerly spreading them. You squealed, hands flying to your face to hide shly. He merely smiled, but didn’t do anything to stop you.
He's done this enough time to know just how vulnerable pretty little virgins like you could get. In his line of work he’d had everything from perverted virgins who were more than eager to please to shy little pillow princesses who blushed at the simplest of touches.
Your knees nearly touched the bed from how he kept your legs spread. His thumbs reached down, spreading your little cunt open. He could see the way you clenched under his gaze, a mindless whine escaping your lips.
“S-Stop staring like that…” you whimper.
He shushes you, “Just let me look at this pretty cunt, yeah? Be a good girl.”
Your hole clenched at that, more slick gushing out. He grinned -- of course you liked praise.
Slowly, he sinks down your body until you can feel his warm breath on your folds. The feeling makes your body tense up momentarily. But his sweet, tender caresses down your thighs as he moves your legs onto his shoulders let you relax.
You feel safe with him; secure and that fact makes him smile.
He presses a sweet little kiss in the dip between your hip and thigh. His lips are soft and so gentle as he slow begins to worship your body.
The first pass of his tongue over your folds makes your thighs jump, nearly crushing his head between them. He merely huffs out a soft laugh, using one hand on one of your thighs, pinning you open to avoid it happening again.
The next taste of you on his tongue makes him moan. His tongue finds your clit, softly swirling around the sensitive little bud. You taste so sweet and the sounds you make are even sweeter.
He abandons his hold on your thigh, instead prodding his fingertips at your entrance. The little hole clenches around nothing and he can’t help but smile -- he can feel you drooling against his fingers.
He wants to take it slow but the way you tremble in excitement for him to fill you up urges him to stuff two fingers in. Your back immediately arches as you squeal out his name. Your cunt is so hot and wet, already dripping down to his wrist.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he whispers, twisting his hand so his pal is facing up.
It allows him to crook his fingers, prodding your g-spot with ease. The melodious sounds you release as he teases and tortures that spot are music to his ears.
He leans down and once again fingers your clit -- only this time he wraps his lips around it. His tongue licking at the sensitive bud has your fingers tangling in his curls, tugging desperately at his hair.
Both of you can hear how wet you are with his fingers fucking you. He only hopes the camera’s mic can pick it up.
He swears he’s never felt a girl get as wet as you are. You’re dripping everywhere, making a mess of his hand, the bed, and his face. Mindlessly, you grind your hips down, wanting to get more of the incredible pleasure he’s giving you.
“Sei,” you whimper, tossing your head back as you cry, “I-I’m close, please.”
He doesn’t respond past flicking his eyes towards your face to let you know he heard you. You swear you can see a ghost of a smirk on his lips. His pace suddenly fastens and you keen at the pleasure, eyes rolling back in your head.
Your entire body goes taut and you fall silent for a split second before he feels your cunt spasm around his fingers.
He quickly realizes you’re cumming -- real hard.
He eagerly works you through it, mouthing at your clit as it throbs and pulses beneath his tongue. He hums at the feeling of you tugging his hair but does nothing to stop you. Your mouth is open, an endless stream of cries escaping until you finally fall limp on the bed, panting and trembling.
He pulls his fingers out, grinning when your body meanly twitches at the feeling. He holds his hang up so both you and the camera can see just how much cum covered him.
“You’re such a messy little girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, spreading his fingers so you can see the strings of slick sticks between them. The base of his fingers have a thick ring of milky white over them.
“‘M sorry,” you whimper, hiding your face in the pillow beside you.
Issei hums, leaning over you to cup your cheek with his clean hand, smiling softly down at you, “It’s alright, I’m only teasing you...I love that you made such a mess...felt real good, huh?”
You bashfully nod and he smiles, popping the soiled digits into his mouth to clean them as he carefully pushes the band of his sweats down. He tucks it underneath his balls and your mouth moistens with drool at the sight of such a nice, fat cock and full balls.
He wraps is fist around the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself -- milking precum from the tip to slick his length up with. There’s a dirty, wet sound as he does.
You eagerly spread your legs for him as he scoots himself on his knees between them once more. He can’t help the boyish laugh that escapes him when your entire body twitches after giving your tender little cunt a few mean slaps with his cock.
The tip prods at your entrance, whispers urging you to relax as he carefully works to fit in your tiny little cunt. Your mouth drops open, but no sound escapes as he slowly sinks deeper and deeper.
He pauses when he feels your walls squeeze down around him. Your body trembles and sweet little cries escape your lips as you begin to tremble.
“Fuck, you’re cummin’ already?” he groans, “I’m not even in all the way!”
You don’t say anything beyond crying out for more. He’s stunned -- he’s never had a virgin cream so hard on his cock just from having him put his cock inside. He can’t say he’s not thrilled, however. His cock is painfully hard from your slutty display and his balls are throbbing with the promise of getting to cum from a sensitive, responsive little virgin cunt like yours.
Once your pussy relaxes enough for him to move properly once again, he can’t resist fucking you with all he has. You cry out and sob through everything he gives you, back arching as you claw at everything you can get your hands on.
He takes pity on you and laces your fingers together, pinning your hands to the bed on either side of your head, using his weight to keep you still. His hips work dutifully, delivering slow, deep strokes that prod at every spot inside you that makes you cream messily around him.
“Is that good, baby?” he asks, grinning as you sob, “Am I fuckin’ this sweet little cunt nice and good?”
You mindlessly nod, “Yes Sei! F-Feels so good! ‘S so big!”
“I know, bunny,” he coos, “But you’re taking it so well. Doin’ so good for me. You’re squeezing me so tight, you gonna cum again? Just from this? Not even gonna have to touch that pretty little clit am I? Show me, pretty girl.”
Just as he expected, your entire body goes taut again. He has half a mind to force you to look at him, to watch the bashful look on your face as he makes you watch him as he makes you cum. But before he can think to long on that idea, he feels you gush around him.
“Fuck,” he moans, looking between your bodies to watch as you squirt all over him, “Look at that! Makin’ such a mess for me.”
With every movement of his cock, you squirt around him. It’s filthy and so, so messy. His sweats are soaked and his skin drips with your cum. His lip is tucked between his teeth as he continues to fuck you.
Your orgasm seems never ending -- you continue gush and spasm beneath him. Mindless babbles escape your lips -- praises and pretty begs for what, he doesn’t know.
“Fucked stupid on a nice, fat cock for the first time,” he growls, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it, pretty?”
His question seems to flicker life back into you and you squeal, “Inside! Please, Sei! Want you to cum inside!”
He doesn’t even get a chance to respond before your legs are locking around his waist, as if trying to trap his cock inside the hot velvet of your still spasming cunt. He groans, stuffing you full before he finally cums. His balls throb and you swear you can feel it as he fills you with hot cum.
When he finally comes down, the both of you are panting but you’re much more worn out than he is. He smiles and presses a sweet kiss to your temple, watching your eyes flutter before slipping closed immediately.
He’s careful as he pulls out, making sure to cover you with a blanket before moving to shut the camera off. Usually, he would clean you both up but you look so cute curled up on the bed like that, that he can’t resist slipping in beside you to hold you close -- intent on taking a nap himself.
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KINKTOBER: size kink w/ matsukawa issei
contains: afab reader, light degradation, use of “good girl”, mentions of tummy and throat bulges but not to reader, mentions of the reader being used “as a fleshlight” but w consent ofc, creampie
word count: 800
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
“look at this pretty little cunt” Matsukawa groans, his thumb pressing down at the base of his cock, rubbing the length over your pussy. Once the head returns down to your entrance, he lets a fat glob of spit fall, landing on the tip of his cock. Pushing the head in, he sighs and pinches your clit lightly, smirking when you whine. “such a tight little thing… sure you can fit me, doll? Barely fits in your slutty mouth”
His words leave you writhing on the bed, clenching around the head, and whining when he pulls out yet again. He’s always such a tease.
“please” you gasp, already going dumb for him, desperate to feel the familiar stretch of his cock splitting you open. “want you”
He chuckles, slapping the length of his cock down on your pussy and sighing, angling the head down to prod against your hole once more.
“remember to breathe for me” he mumbles, waiting until he can hear your deep inhale before starting to push inside.
It’s a tight fit from the get-go, the spongey tip of his cock popping inside, and you squirm, grimacing. Hushing you soothingly, Matsukawa lets go of his cock and places both hands down on the bed. His eyes are glued to where the two of you are connected, watching your folds move open for him while he slowly pushes in, shivering in satisfaction when you hiss in discomfort. It leaves his cock throbbing, and he has to stop moving for a moment, preventing himself from thrusting in the full length all at once.
“fuck, baby you have to relax for me” he groans, thumb pressing down on your clit and drawing small circles. “I know you want it, come on, doll”
A moan rips from your throat, shivering from his words and nodding, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “take care of me, please… want you.”
“good girl” he smiles, returning his attention to your cunt getting split open. He places the hand previously rubbing your clit on your lower stomach, adding pressure to his cock sliding in. he finally bottoms out, hips flush against yours.
“fuck!” you squeal, hands slapping onto his chest while you squirm, “t-too much! So big- ‘sei- i-in my throat”
Matsukawa groans lowly, cock throbbing painfully inside you, your words making his head spin. He falls on top of you, resting on his forearms by your head.
“you can take it, always do” his voice is strained, nearly finishing inside of you simply from the sight of your eyes welling up with tears.
He knows he’s big. Thick in girth and long shaft, being able to take him fully is a feat in of its own. And Matsukawa gets off from it. Watching anyone struggle to take him, whining about how it’ll split them in half. Tummies bulging out. Fucking throats that bulge as well. Having to train pussies to let him in, to let him press his hips against theirs. It makes him painfully hard.
He loses all self-restraint. Pulling back slowly, he shivers from the feeling of your body moving against his along with the whine that escapes your parted lips. Bracing himself, he thrusts in quickly, groaning loudly. The familiar plap plap plap fills the room, his hips snapping against yours, both of your mouths hanging open and moaning freely. Matsukawa leans up slightly, pressing down on your tummy again and fucking you harder, nearly using you as a fleshlight to get off.
“fuck- feel so fucking good-“ he groans, throwing his head back for a moment, feeling the sweat drip down his face, “still in your throat, baby?”
“a-ah!” you squeal, clawing at his body wherever you can reach, bucking your hips to meet his deep thrusts, “i-in my throat-, h-head- fuck!”
You nearly scream, head tossing back while you cum, clenching around his throbbing cock rhythmically. He stops moving, cursing under his breath while his thumb rubs your clit, eyes raking over your shaking body.
“good girl, that’s right, fuck” Matsukawa groans when you finally relax around him again, leaning down to kiss your neck, slowly starting to roll his hips again, “I’m so close baby, tight little pussy making me feel so fucking good, clench again for me baby- oh fuck”
He babbles, picking up speed and panting hotly against your neck, covering your body with his. He humps you desperately, chasing his high while you continue to squeeze his cock tightly, feeling his deep groans against your skin.
“oh- oh- oh fuck- nghh” he shivers, moaning while his hips stutter, slamming down against you one last time before stopping. His cock throbs inside you, warmth filling you deep inside while he cums, spilling his hot seed into you.
Flopping down on you, Matsukawa sighs and kisses your neck again, sleepily whispering about how good you feel while he drifts off, cock softening inside of you.
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