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joyaphoria · 1 year

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kissdrunk!sakusa, who swore to himself that he’d never kiss anyone, revolted by the idea of having to share his mouth with another person.

kissdrunk!sakusa who met you eventually, and though still uneasy about the idea at first, he’d often catch himself staring at the plump of your lips every so often.

kissdrunk!sakusa who caved one night, clumsily leaning in to take your mouth only to have you stiffle a laugh in his once you realize that he’s horrible at it.

kissdrunk!sakusa who let you slip the pad of your thumb between his lips, flusteredly obeying as you taught him how to do the very thing he used to hate thinking about.

kissdrunk!sakusa who ever since then, could never get enough.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you awake in the mornings, silently rejoicing when he took the risk of slipping his tongue pass your lips and you latched onto it, moaning softly.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you anytime, anywhere, however he likes it. slipping his tongue past your lips outside the gym after practice when you come to pick him up, the hand at the back of your head pulling you closer, his teammates gaping in horror.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss you deep and slow as you take the elevator up to your apartment, because he was far too impatient.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would fuck your mouth until he was satisfied, holding your pretty head in place with two hands as his hips jerk and he shoots his load down your throat, groaning blissfully. he’d yank you upwards then, pulling your lips to his demandingly, tasting the saltiness of his seed on your tongue, rewarding you once he knows for sure that you swallowed all of it.

kissdrunk!sakusa who would kiss his way down your body, tongue flicking against the swolleness of your clit, then pressing a soft kiss in warning.

kissdrunk!sakusa who throws your legs over his shoulders, hooks his arms under each of your thighs, then lifts your ass off the bed as he brings you flat against his face.

kissdrunk!sakusa who doesn’t just eat you out with his mouth, but his whole face. a dry, shocking scream would rip from your throat as your toes curl, feeling the bump of his nose as it rubs brutally against your clit, the pump and oddly talented thrust of his tongue inside of you, and the constant graze of teeth as he searches for anything he can latch onto.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will suck lewdly on your clit, not caring in the slightest of the excess of suction noises that make their way around the room.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will continue to pump his long, slender fingers in and out of your cunt, already having three in and swearing that you could fit one more.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will swallow up all of your juices, lapping them up thoroughly as he cleans you with his tongue.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will crawl back up your body and capture you in a bruising kiss, making sure to travel the lengths of your mouth with his tongue.

kissdrunk!sakusa who will finally pull away, and in a breathless but soft voice whisper: “you taste so good baby, please, let’s go one more time,” pleading for another taste of your pussy, completely high and fucked off the adrenaline.

everyone says that my omiomi is a clean pussy eater—if one at all, and i disagree. that boy is pussy starved and eats that shit out like he aint ever gonna see it again.

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fulloffencekurooishotterthanyou · 1 year

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Hey, can i request when when you walk past hq boys and instead of kissing them on the lips, you blow them a kiss, i'm so sorry if my request is not very understandable i'm new here and also english is not my mother tongue

Hi Anon, sorry for the late reply, but thank you for your request :) I love this idea sm, dw it made perfect sense to me <3

[ BLOWING KISSES ]

He smiles instantly, catching it with enthusiasm, placing it on his heart. Definitely blows you a kiss (or ten) back and will think about it for the rest of the day. It becomes your little thing, if you pass him going somewhere or when you’re out on a date. He loves it, and so do you.

Sugawara, Bokuto, Oikawa, Hinata, Nishinoya, Goshiki, Tanaka, Komori, Tendō, Koganegawa

He rolls his eyes, walking hurriedly over to you, pulling you in by the waist to give you a real kiss on the lips. He has you completely flustered, and he knows it; you can tell from the big smirk on his face. He’ll give you another kiss for good measure, whispering in your ear, “Next time, just give me a real kiss if you want it, sweetheart.”

Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Osamu and Atsumu, Terushima, Futakuchi, Daichi, Kyōtani, Washio

He sees you blow a kiss, and he pretends to shield away from it and makes a face. You laugh incredulously at the audacity of this man, but he gives you a wink and eventually blows one back. You’re tempted to smack his ass out of sheer pettiness but he gives you another wink and a kiss, so you can’t be mad.

Tsukishima, Suna, Sakusa, Hanamaki, Kenma, Semi, Konoha, Yaku

He pretends to reach out for the kiss, with a small smile and shyly gives you one back. You always bring it up to him because he always gets flustered when you do it, but he can’t help it because you’re so cute. You blow him kisses on purpose afterwards, just to see him get red in the face.

Lev, Yamaguchi, Kita, Kai, Shirabu, Aone, Akaashi, Ushijima, Kageyama

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teamatsumu · 6 months

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Can you write a sakusa x reader smut with degradation, dumbification, choking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, breeding kink and praise kink with a dom Sakusa? (i'm a whore for this man) thx<3

his form of love. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

word count: 1744

warnings: fem!reader, smut, this is literally just porn, swearing, degradation, orgasm denial, literally all the stuff that was in the ask.

taglist: @keiva1000

He had been eyeing you all night.

And not in the usual way. Not how he looked at everyone else. Bored, almost apathetic, only half listening. No, he looked at you with purpose. There was heat simmering behind his dark eyes, eyelids sliding down to half mast when you met his gaze. His stare would run down your body, over the lovely black silk dress he had bought you for the occasion. He would follow the line of your throat, the nape of your exposed neck as your hair had been pulled up in an intricate updo. The daintiest golden chain surrounded your neck, matching with the earrings you had chosen to wear. And though his face was blank, his eyes spoke volumes.

He liked what he saw.

His hand found your thigh on the drive home, the steady heat of it becoming part of your skin. He made no other move, but this was enough. That hand came with a promise. You knew him well enough to know what he meant when he got like this.

‘I’m going to ruin you.’

He didn’t jump you as soon as the door shut behind the two of you. No, Sakusa wasn’t that kind of man. He was deliberate, always thinking, always contemplating. He had incredible self control, and he truly believed that patience reaped the highest reward. And so he carefully removed his shoes as well as unstrapped your heels, peeling them from your sore feet. With gentle hands, he rubbed at your soles and ankles, hand sliding up the skin of your calves. You shivered at the contact. Sakusa paid it no mind.

He helped remove your necklace, helped undo the various pins in your hair. He carded his fingers through the strands, easing them and the tight stretch they had been under all night. You took off his tie in return and brushed the black suit jacket off his broad shoulders, undoing the first two buttons on his sleek, white shirt. His firm grip on your wrist stopped you from going further. His eyes bore into yours. No words were exchanged.

He smoothly pulled down the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders, both at the same time, and let them hang off your arms. Stepping closer, he skimmed the faintest of kisses over your skin, the ghost of his lips barely there, and you let out a quiet sigh. His body had yet to make contact with yours, but you could still feel his heat, radiating off him and enveloping you as well. He finally let his lips press firmly to your skin, at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, and let them stay there.

“Are you ready, my love?” His breath hit your skin.

You nodded.

“You remember your colors?”

You nodded again.

“And what’s your color right now?”

“Green.”

He needed no more words.

His hands ran up your sides, the dress sliding under his grip. His lips became more persistent, nibbling and biting at your neck, leaving tiny little marks in places he would stop and suckle on the skin. You let your eyes fall shut, basking in his touch and his presence. Your hands ran over his massive shoulders, wanting to feel more of him. But you knew better than to tug on his clothes or attempt to take them off. Sakusa had a certain way of doing things, and in the mood he was in right now, he wanted you pliant and submissive, something you were more than willing to give.

He had you naked before him in seconds, your dress pulled down until it pooled at your feet, undergarments following quickly. You shivered under his gaze when he stepped back to admire you, his hands running up your bare skin. He tapped your ass, nudging you in the direction of the bed.

“Go. Hands and knees.”

You complied eagerly, positing yourself in the center of the bed exactly as he had told you. You heard him shuffling around, the sound of his clothes coming off, carefully placed on a chair. You waited patiently until the mattress dipped behind you, and his touch was back on your skin. You arched more, ass sticking out for him. He hummed in approval.

“So perfect.”

His hands massaged your ass, touch more firm and deliberate now. When his fingers slid through your slit, you felt yourself clench. Sakusa tsked.

“Already so wet. I’ve barely touched you, baby. You wanted me that bad?”

The question was rhetorical, but you nodded frantically anyway. Sakusa slid a finger knuckle deep into you in response. You let out your first moan of the night.

“So ready. I don’t think I even need to prep you. You’re so soaked. It’s almost pathetic.”

You whined at his words, clenching hard around his finger. You pushed back on him a bit, wanting more stimulation than this. You had been so patient, letting him indulge, but your mind was quickly fogging up, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock carve into your core.

You nearly gasped when Sakusa draped his naked body over your own, his weight pressing your shoulders down until your face was buried in the sheets, cheek squished into the mattress. His lips brushed over your ear.

“What do you want?”

You opened your mouth to speak, crying out when another finger joined the first one inside you, curling into the spot that made you see stars.

“Cat got your tongue? You were so eager a minute ago, pushing your ass into me. Speak up, whore.”

“Cock.” You gasped out, tears swimming in your vision as Sakusa’s fingers plunged in and out of you roughly. “Want- want cock.”

He hummed in reply, teeth sucking on a patch of skin on your shoulder. “Princess wants cock? Where?”

Everywhere. In my mouth, in my hands, in my pussy, in my ass. But you couldn’t speak, not when his thumb rubbed hard over your clit, the knot in your stomach tightening. Sakusa bit hard into your shoulder.

“Omi. Gonna cum.” You choked out, clenching desperately around him, feeling the knot in your stomach getting bigger and tighter.

“Don’t you dare.” Sakusa bit out. “Don’t you dare, slut. Didn’t even answer my question. You don’t deserve to cum. Hold it.”

Yet his fingers didn’t slow. His thumb didn’t stop abusing your poor, swollen clit. You screamed and cried, babbling that you couldn’t, that it was too much, that you were sorry, sorry, sorry….

Your vision blanked as you came, eyes rolling up and every muscle locking, squirming and thrashing under Sakusa’s weight, his brutal ministrations never once slowing as he pulled the intense orgasm out of you until you were overstimulated and dizzy, weeping in his grip. You whimpered when his fingers pulled out, but he didn’t leave you empty for long, the tip of his cock poking at your entrance.

“You didn’t listen.” Sakusa’s voice was low and calm, like he hadn’t just given you an earth-shattering orgasm. “I told you not to cum. And you did. Well, I suppose I should have expected that. I’ve always known you had no self control. Desperate little thing. Your cunt just can’t handle a good fucking.”

His cock started pushing into you then, making your mouth drop open at the stretch. It didn’t matter how many times Sakusa fucked you, his cock always burned as it entered your tiny hole. And you loved it. You moaned wantonly at the feeling. Long fingers tangled in your hair and pulled your head up, a sharp pain running through your scalp. You clenched at the feeling.

Sakusa set a punishing pace, cock ramming into you hard and fast until you were screaming out, fisting the bedsheets under you. His hips slammed into your ass with every thrust, heavy balls hitting your clit and giving you just enough stimulation to squirm under him. His You babbled and cried through it, words lost in the air and incomprehensible, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind. He encouraged it in fact, mouth right next to your ear as he talked, his soft curls brushing over your cheeks.

“Good little whore. Taking me so well. Fuck. You were made for this cock, weren’t you? Always getting all weepy when I stuff it in you. My dumb girl. My stupid little girl. Holy fuck-”

Whoever said Sakusa was a man of few words hadn’t seen him when he was balls deep in your pussy.

“You want my cum?” He choked out, pace getting sloppier. You knew he was also nearing his end, just as you were. “Tell me baby, you want it?”

You screamed when he hit your sweet spot, nodding the best you could in your position. “Omi- I…. Omi.”

He groaned again, face burying into your neck. “Gonna give it to you. Gonna empty all of it inside you. You’re gonna take it all and give me a baby in return?”

You arched impossibly higher, hole clenching tight as you came around him. Sakusa moaned loud and low, his grip on your hips bruising. A few more moments and several curses later, his hips were stuttering, cock twitching inside you as warmth flooded through your core. He shoved his cock as far as it would go, eyes squeezing shut as your cunt milked him for all he was worth. You panted, taking in big gulps of air as Sakusa finally stilled.

When he pulled out, you whimpered in protest, suddenly feeling extremely empty. Gentle hands guided you to lie down on your side, running down your waist and over your very sore legs. You sighed at the feeling, opening your eyes slightly to meet Sakusa’s.

His curly hair was a mess on his head, forehead shining with sweat and cheeks flushed. This was your first time seeing him since you had propped yourself on the bed, and you smiled up at his wild appearance. Normally so put together, so meticulous about everything he did, yet completely unbothered by the mess you two had become. Your heart squeezed when you realized you were the only person who ever got to see him like this.

“You okay?” He asked, making you nod and slide closer to him. He pulled you towards him in response, guiding your head to lay on his chest. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his hold.

“Love you, Omi.”

You felt a gentle kiss press to your hairline in response.

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kikiyoomis · 2 months

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kiyoomi with the anniversary trope "one year is too short, lets make it forever"

a lot of people told sakusa that the honeymoon phase of his relationship will last a couple of weeks, maybe a couple of months at the very most. they weren't saying this out of malice, more so out of concern for him seeing as this was his first ever relationship and nobody in his life, himself included, knew how things would go.

but what everyone was certain of was that sakusa wasn't going to half ass it. he was going to make sure you knew and felt that he loved you every single day. setting himself reminders to make certain habits routine, picking you up from work whenever he's available, making you a balanced lunch full of your favourite foods... sakusa wants to do everything he can to make sure that this relationship continues strongly.

and while he was unsure if he was going to be able to keep up with all of these new routines on top of his already packed schedule, sakusa knew he needed to at least try.

but one year into his relationship with you, he never felt this "honeymoon" phase leaving. in fact, every single day since a year ago, he felt his love for you explode. every thing he does for you is completely out of love and he wanted to do it.

"you know, i used to think that one year anniversaries was a huge milestone that needed to be celebrated lavishly and formally but i really enjoy this," you say, cuddling closer to sakusa on his couch with a cheesy romcom playing.

"i'm glad you like this. i'm sorry i couldn't do anything bigger for you," sakusa replies, combing his fingers through your hair. his touch has always a source of comfort for you, so you lean into his touch.

if there was something he didn't enjoy about his profession as a volleyball athlete was that he couldn't enjoy dates with you without a care in mind out in public. he knew the weight of the pressure random people's opinion have en masse and how they can really affect people. he has seen even athletes crumble under their scrutiny for whatever miniscule reason the public believes in.

this has never been too much of an issue for sakusa, who has never been that affected about what other people had to say about him or even if it did, he has the means to retort back.

but he never wanted you to be hurt by them. unless you were one hundred percent sure that you could handle it no matter what, sakusa had to keep your relationship with him secret from the public and thankfully just private with close friends and family.

"hey babe," sakusa says. you peer over at him, and for a moment he swears his heart skips a beat. every day since he started dating you, not for a moment did he not feel as if his crush on you has dissipated. in fact, knowing that you loved him back has his heart sprinting a marathon.

"hypothetically... what would you think about getting married one day?" this thought comes out impulsively and almost immediately he wants to retract it. hell he doesn't even know if he wants to be married one day!

"if it's with you, i would love for us to get married!" you smile brightly. and just like that every worry, every uncertainty had vanished from his mind. without a moment wasted, he kisses you. it was heated, passionate and it was addictive.

"did you like my answer that much?" you giggle, out of breath. sakusa pulls you into an embrace.

"i want to be with you forever. i want to be able to show everyone that you're mine. if anything, my love for you has grown so much over a year that i can't imagine living my life without you. however expensive the ring, i will buy it for you. wherever you want the wedding to be, i will make sure we have it there. if it's for you, i will do anything."

"was one year too short for us to be together? you want us to get married so that we're together forever?" you giggle, amused by his line of thinking. but sakusa, being the man that he is, was completely serious.

"yes, one year isn't enough. i want to wake up every morning and see your beautiful face, i want to go home and know that i get to sleep next to you that night. you've turned my world upside down y/n, i love you so much i can't describe it"

#haikyu #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa fluff

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gorejo · 2 years

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 (𝐈𝐍) 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 - haikyuu edition pt. one - an anthology

≡ suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru x f!reader

↳ strong and capable men, never falling short in physicality or drive, individually coming undone — unraveled and vulnerable to their inner tender lover — as they hold you in their arms.

tw/cw: unedited. smut. explicit language. penetrative sex. squirting for hajime's. teasing. reader called: baby, princess, angel, babe, good girl.

✉ : these are unedited... sorry y'all haha but these can honestly stand as short individual drabbles... but it’s a pain in the ass to post one by one, so here’s a compilation so it’s easier for you to access, and easier for me to post. win win situation i must say ( ੭ ˙ᗜ˙ )੭. Also, part two will be up soon too!

here is the jujusu kaisen version | pt. two

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

Pistoling his cock inside of you — fast and within rhythm — the slapping of his balls against your buttocks and the squelching of your pussy grasping tight onto his cock as he penetrated in and out of you filled the heated room. Where the gasping of haggard breaths — hot and humid — as he called out for you, “fucking god, YN…” and the cry of his name as he held you close to his sweaty frame, clawing at his back as your toes curled in pleasure.

“R- Rintaro,” you moaned out, your face planted on his neck, limbs curled around his body, forcefully attaching yourself closer to him — to be one with him.

The sweet kisses of his lips — sloppy and wet — made contact with your naked chest, your body slightly trembling from the stimulation of almost reaching your high as his fingers massaged your breasts. His dark hair stuck to your skin as he made his way down, curving his spine as he continued to press deeper inside, filling you up to the brim, “s-so full, Rin…” you called out.

“Yea, you like that pretty,” he cooed before he firmly pressed his lips onto yours before making his way down your throat, your clavicles, running his tongue down your sternum before engulfing your nipple as his other hand played with your hardened bud, “you're so fucking pretty, you know that?”

The room felt thick, hard to breathe as you gasped out his name, “R-Rin please!” running your fingers through his hair, pulling on his dark strands as he teasingly bit onto your nipple, looking up with his mouth latched onto your breasts, “please what, princess?”

Smirking as he increased the speed of his penetration, curving his hips upwards to push against your sweet spot, feet stationed just under his buttocks to give him a good grip on his repetitive movements, “you gotta tell me what you want?”

Grasping hold of your legs, pulling them up onto his shoulders, grunting and panting as his tongue swiftly glided past your ankles, kissing your lower legs as he looked at your frazzled state from above, “I don’t know what else to give you baby.” And with each powerful thrust, knocking the wind out of your lungs as you screamed out his name, breasts bouncing as your whole body moved forward with every slamming of his length into walls, “you already have my cock.”

And looking down at the entrance of your swollen pussy gripping onto his length whenever he ventured in and out, your folds brushing past his member, where a ring of white creamy substance bordered around his glistening cock, chuckling as he heaved in his breaths, chest pebbled with sweat, as he lightly pushed down on your lower stomach, “shit… can’t you feel me, baby? Fuck, it’s probably seven maybe eight inches deep.”

“Go deeper Rin… I’m almost there,” you alerted.

And pulling his head back, groaning as he leaned out while holding onto your legs to keep his balance, this new position hitting your new spots that made your eyes roll back into your skull as his skin loudly slapped against yours. “Ah! R-right there baby, k-keep going!”

Increasing his speed, yet never forsaking to keep his tempo, with sweat dripping down his temple, where his once sharp observant eyes were now glazed and dark, watching you like a predator hunting his prey, growling as he lightly bit onto your ankle before landing a soft breathy kiss to your skin, “you’re fucking mine.”

“Harder… ‘m close!” you cried out, arms unknowingly covering your heated face as he continued to pistol his cock inside you.

And without warning, Rintaro quickly changed his position. Immediately dropping your legs to grasp under your waist, pulling you into his hips as he curved your back inward, stomach bulging forward, continuously thrusting as your breasts rampantly bounced, arms uncovering your face as you tried to grip onto your sheets, the pillow, his arms — anything for leverage, “don’t cover your face,” he warned.

“R-Rin… s-slow down!” your words slurred out, your eyelids feeling heavy, and the familiar coil of your stomach causing your legs to shake, your arms to feel numb, and your head to feel light masked your reality.

“You’re close, cum for me again,” you heard his voice.

“Together,” you reached out for him.

And taking your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he placed them over your head as his lips made love with yours — saliva trickling down the edge of your lips, teeth clashing and tongues dancing.

Tugging onto your lips with a trail of spit connecting you both, his greenish yellow eyes returned back to their sharp self as his orbs pierced into your fucked out gaze, licking straight up the base of your throat up to your chin, chuckling as he watched your helpless expressions unravel with each thrust, “Just know I’m not done with you even after you cum, princess. ”

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈

Your toes immediately curl, soft moans leaving your lips as you call longingly out his name, “Omi.”

Your hips immediately buck forward as his lips trailed down from your sternum to your tummy, and he catches you from below, large palms planted under your ass as he's kneeled before you. The soft curls of his hair traveled down with each open mouthed kiss as he ventured onto your body, your fingers combing through his locks — affirming he’s got your sweet spot through a slight tug on his roots.

With his hand slowly massaging your joints, easing you in to mesh with his body, his softly calloused fingers almost teasing as he played with your nipples, as he kneaded your breasts and thighs, whispering softly, “shh… baby, relax,” whenever you would whine he was going too slow.

Taking his time to admire, to gaze, to push his thumb across your skin as he studied your reactions — what makes you moan, what makes you whine, what makes you gulp down your thick saliva, what makes your nails drag along his skin, what makes you call out his name so tenderly, so eagerly, so desperately.

And caging you in, with his arms wrapping around your hips, just around your thighs, settling himself down as his lips never forsook kissing your body. The soft sounds of his kisses, the soft blows of his breath that tickled your skin, enticed you even more as your wet pussy clenched onto empty air.

Sakusa liked to go just around your core, starting from your inner thigh as he softly kissed closer in. He’ll occasionally hold your hand if you were squirming too much or if you needed the extra support — the knowledge that he was there, that he'll catch you if it was ever too much. Still, on most occasions, he’ll have his arms strapped around your legs, pushing through your moanings as you asked for more, carefully observing every fiber of your being, servicing you with all that he could.

“So soft,” Sakusa murmured into your skin, inhaling your scent as he dragged his tongue along your thigh, making his way closer to your pussy. He’ll blow onto your cunt, watching you mildly twitch from the sudden sensation, only to then properly spread your folds open before taking a firm lick from your base up to your clit, purposely flattening out his tongue to take in every crevice and groove of your labia, making sure his tongue was thoroughly coated with saliva so that nothing could hurt you.

The warmth of his mouth and the tight knot of your stomach building up immediately makes you buck your hips forward into his mouth, pushing his head deeper into your core, back arching as you felt the tip of his tongue swirl around your hardened bud — teasingly entering in and out of your aching hole, circling along the pulsing rim — while your face flushed and blood raced to your ears. The beatings of your heart loudly boomed as it muted your senses, and the thumps of each contraction caused your limbs to pulse as you trembled in his reign, softly letting out, “Omi… I- I can’t…”

And with his mouth shining with your viscous arousal, the remnants of his service and adoration, his usual clean and perfect facade crumbled with his curls frazzled and eyes glazed over in desire, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, settling himself into the crevice of your thighs as he positioned his cock directly into your entrance, cradling your vulnerable body as he cupped your face for a final kiss before he entered in… that's the moment when he’ll always say, seconds before he'll fully push in,

“You can angel… you can for me.”

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

Planting you into the bed as he kneeled behind you, sitting on the back of your plush thighs as his hardened cock purposefully sat at the crevice of your buttocks, lowly chuckling at himself as he witnessed just how far he could reach inside of you, “ ‘m gonna go deeper.”

“What?” your voice clueless yet sultry and sweet, pulling him into your warmth as his hips started to slowly thrust forward, his cock brushing against the crevice of your mounds, “nothing princess, it’s nothing,” Oikawa chuckled as he bent low, his firm body caging you in as he reached for your cheek to kiss, “it’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Running his lips against the lining of your back, pecking soft kisses on your shoulders, as he slowly made his way down your scapula, your spine, kissing gently — teasingly grazing just above your skin — murmuring in between kisses as the padding of his fingers softly brushed against your sides, “so beautiful, fuck…”

Your feet brush forward, lightly hitting his sides and back, as you felt your core slowly tighten and increase in pressure with every dry thrust he made onto the surface of your ass. Taking hold of his hand stationed at your side, veiny where the tips of his fingers were red, it was moments like these that you realized just how big he was compared to you — moments where anything you did, his physical presence will always embrace you, cover you fully, make you whole.

“Tooru,” you breathed out as you shimmied your ass up, purposely raising your hips to have him see the lining of your folds glisten with arousal, to see your ass puckered in front of him to enjoy, “fuck me, Tooru…”

“Aww how cute,” he cooed, his hot breath traveling against your skin, causing goosebumps to form at his lowly voice.

You suddenly felt the jagged movements of his hand giggling your buttocks, quickly splitting your mounds apart as he observed your puffy folds glisten and your hole throbbing, “fuckk… all ready and wet for me, Y/N chan?” he praised.

“Mhm,” you whined out, “hurry…”

Quickly palming his length, coating the head of his cock with his precum just before running his length against your folds. Closing your ass together to mimic the walls of your caverns, slowly thrusting in and out, his toned ass perfectly clenched, “so damn perfect,” Oikawa groaned out.

“Tooru, p-please… not that, I want your cock.”

“Where, tell me where you want it, baby.”

“I- inside, deep! — ”

And before you could count to the next second, before you could breathe in your next breath, before you could finish your statement and call out for your lover, you felt his lengthy cock pulsing inside of you, splitting you open as he groaned out, “fuck… so tight,” before falling on top of you, chest heaving to catch its breath.

Silently trying to get used to his length, his width, his slow penetrations hitting deep within your walls, where the tip of his head brushed just above your sweet spot, you felt Oikawa’s fingers slowly massage your back as he placed soft kisses against your shoulder and up your neck, purposefully whispering into your ear to not over stimulate you as he continued to kiss, “you okay angel… talk to me,” he worried.

“Yea… you just scared me a bit,” you softly gasped out.

“Sorry,” he murmured into your skin, “I’ll go slow for a bit, okay?” he reassured as he placed a firm kiss on the back of your neck, his hand gliding against the curve of your ribs and onto your sides, grasping hold of your ankles as he pivoted himself so that his lower pelvis would hit right against your ass whenever he pushed in — motions slow and deep, full and throbbing within you.

Gasping as his length penetrated deeper inside, his cock pulsing within your tight plump walls, his balls pushed against the base of your pussy, groaning into your neck as he tried to contain himself from slamming his hips into you, taking caution to keep his promise, “just know, I’m going all the way today.”

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

“Haji!” you screamed out. Your arms about to give in, legs trembling as the juices of your wet cunt ran down your inner thigh, as you grit your teeth, feverishly closing your eyes as you tried to concentrate by counting his thrusts.

One

Two

Three

Fo — pounding his length into you, the thickness of his cock stretching you out fully as he pushed his palms against your ass, spreading your cheeks open as he watched himself go deeply in and out of you.

“Concentrate, angel,” you heard his warning masked with a lowly chuckle, “don’t want you passing out again do we.” Hips thrusting into you, gripping onto the sheets with your face fallen onto the pillow, your cries muffled by the fabric of your comforter, “y-you’re in so deep! Your cock… s’ goodl!”

“Cute,” he groaned out, tongue running up your spin as his hands gripped onto your waists, “so fucking cute when you’re begging for my cock.”

Quickly grasping hold of your shoulders, pulling you up so that one hand locked your arms behind your back, slightly pulling you back as he fucked you with your knees anchored to the bed, while the other hand loosely gripped onto your neck while he penetrated from behind.

“Haji, I- I can’t…” you gasped out, “I’m so tired…”

Chuckling into your ear, his lips running against your neck, pulling your head back to land a kiss on your lips, tongue ferociously exploring your mouth as he let go of your arms to touch your stomach, and down to your pussy.

Desperately grasping onto his wrists so that you wouldn’t fall forward, moaning a second after each thrust, thighs shaking from the overload of stimulation as his fingers played with your clit.

“Ngh —” you let out as he lightly pinched your hardened bud, his two thick fingers quickly making circles against it as the squelching noise of your penetrated pussy and slapping of his heavy balls against your ass radiated the room, “you’re dripping princess,” he whispered into your ear, “you still can’t when you’re this wet?”

Hip jerking onto your ass, where the tip of his head brushed against your most inner spot, thump thump thump, tensing up as you clenched onto his length, nails forming crescents into his skin, heat pooling in your lower stomach as a familiar feeling of your limit bursting rushed upon you.

Fuck.

“Let go, angel. I know you’re holding it in,” your boyfriend cooed, “it’s okay… just let go, I’ll clean you up, baby.”

Pushing you onto the bed, both bodies thumping against the mattress, his cock still penetrating deeply within as he wrapped his thick arm around your shoulders, skin loudly slapping against each other from the combined sweat and past orgasms with each thrust causing your ass to ripple from its force.

Closely breathing into your ear, your senses hyperaware of your surrounding, sensitive as each touch felt like a burn onto your skin, slowly losing composure as a warm clear liquid squirted out of your pussy with each thrust, “be a good girl for me, and fucking cum.”

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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very random hcs that i have for hq characters

sakusa kiyoomi , suna rin , atsumu miya

sakusa kiyoomi loves bubble wrap. as a kid whenever his mother would open packages he’d immediately go and snatch up the wrap and pop it as he watched tv. now as an adult, when opening his own packages you see him completely by passing the product in the box at first and taking a fist of the wrap - squashing it all at once - and pausing.he’s still with the wrap balled in his fist. it’s like his brain is soaking it in. once he’s done , he will proceed with his package.

sakusa kiyoomi has a thing for long eyelashes. he himself has long, thick lashes. they’re very curly and hard not to notice. he always feels when one falls and he always. makes. a . wish. on. it. he’ll hold the small hair on his large finger, muttering under his mask and then lifting the mask to blow it. when he met you, he’s always quick to chime a ,” oh , you have a lash,” and he carefully takes it in his hand so you can blow it with a wish.

sakusa kiyoomi cries when he expresses his feelings. personally, i do this too and it comes from two things . first being that because he doesn’t do it often, it really overwhelms him when it bubbles over and second being that he doesn’t understand why he can’t articulate how he feels. it’s very frustrating for such an intellectual person to not be able to understand how he feels. so when he vents - he ponders for a bit, he may even stutter and his voice becomes thin, weak like glass. tears wash over his pretty lash line and spill when you tell him to take his time. it’s a very difficult thing to take dow his walls, and he cannot help but to be super emotional when doing so.

sakusa kiyoomi - does in fact- not smell like sanitiser ; but very strong lavender AND HEAR ME OUT N O W.

my first point of reasoning is that kiyoomi likes clean things, he likes feeling clean and smelling clean. his sister has a lavender tree at her home and he once grabbed some, the feeling of the liquid held in the leaves on his fingers. he brought it up to his nose and he was inlove. immediately got his own and got EVERYTHING lavender scented.

second point, kiyoomi is a pisces and he’s going to be inclined to feeling anxious a lot. he doesn’t like crowds. lavender is used commonly for anxiety relief and relaxation. kiyoomi tries to make it as strong as possible so that he can simply sniff his jacket if he’s feeling too overwhelmed. it’s a big comfort to him.

suna rin has an abnormally high body temperature. it’s mainly because of his high metabolism, but really he can’t explain it. he can’t wear anything warm and he always takes off his school blazer five minutes into registration. when you first felt his hand, you were severely taken aback by the feverish warmth of it. you asked if he was sick and he shook his head in confusion. you felt his neck, his forehead- same story. rin was just extremely warm. he loves putting his warm palms up your sides or on your cheeks, squishing them together and placing fat kisses on them. he’s your personal heater - and although he gets quite bothersome during summer- he will not be considerate. despite your pleas of “ rin, you’re hot-”,” oh? thanks , babe, but it’s bedtime-”,“get off me.” he will not move. he wants his cuddles.

suna rin doesn’t like babies. he likes kids, not babies. he will straight up say that a baby is ugly if provoked. even unprovoked too😭. will straight out say ‘ damn, that’s an ugly ass child’ earning glares from everyone around you. it’s funny , for the most part , how his words contradict with his actions . said ‘ugly ass child’ is in his arms a few moments later and he looks as if he was born to hold it. he peers down at the babe affectionately, cooing at it, and when you’re alone with the baby he musters ,” aren’t you the ugliest little thing?” in the sweetest voice he can. you nearly choke on your laughter, slapping his arm and telling him to quit it. still thinks the kid is ugly.

suna rin got the habit of taking pictures of everything from his mother. she loves capturing moments and even as a child she’d often take pictures of him doing mundane things such as playing with his baby sister or talking to his dad. rin grew up with the sentiment because he always wanted to remember little things for entertainment and the fondness of the memory. he takes candid pictures of you, sneezing or sleeping even, his answer to your many enquiries have the same answer : “ i never wanna forget anything that happens when i’m with you. “ for a second you think someone’s taken your actual boyfriend, but when he scoffs at your warm cheeks- calling you a simp- you’re sure he’s just the sweetest person you’ve ever met naturally .

atsumu miya is scared of butterflies. he thinks their little legs are absolutely horrific , and they’re basically flying ants. when his family visited the butterfly farm years ago, they put one on his palm and he immediately burst into tears. he shook his hand to remove it and when his mother calmed him down he explained that ,” it jus’ feels so icky, ma! they’re gross!” and he NEVER spoke of it again. whenever you see a butterfly and grab your phone for a picture, he grimaces. “ why do you like those ugly things, babe? they’re fuckin’ awful.” he mutters to you. you give him a bored look, and retort quickly ,” you mean you’re awful- and you have no balls an-“,” heYY WATCH IT!”

atsumu miya is the hairiest man you’ll ever meet. it’s just everywhere. thick, dark brown hair coats his arms, legs, chest at a young age, he has a wild happy trail and his eyebrows are extremely thick. they used to be very unkept until highschool , when he was made fun of for both his eyebrows and trail- so he shaved them. in college he became less self conscious, and you started tweezing his brows for him. he would sit you on his lap, watching you focus and yelping every few minutes. “ ah- baby, gentle with me now,” he whines softly.you mutter a small apology and rub the now hairless spot, to which he hums and holds your waist tighter.

atsumu miya is a daddy’s boy. he’s so close with his father it’s crazy. his mother tended to side with osamu, and she was the one who taught him to cook, so atsumu just leaned towards his dad. of course, the man never minded it and took in all the love his son had to give. they spoke about everything, and on his dad’s 70th birthday atsumu had gotten him a new car. there was a letter on the front seat that read ,” i could never give back what you did for me, papa, but i’ll try anyways. just know that when i’m workin’ hard , i’m tryin’ ta be like you.” they both cried that day. it was beautiful.

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ohmykiyo · 11 months

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🪦 title ; when they ask for a kiss genre ; fluff & romance warnings ; cute bf alert, lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu, bokuto, oikawa, semi, ushijima 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; idk tbh thinking about sakusa being clingy makes me blush fr and i'm so proud, i finished this in 2 hours LOL, reqs r open!

SAKUSA shifts around uncomfortably as you keep your nose stuck in a book. you flip one page after another and he continues to watch you intently. he frowns and pouts but you don't notice.

"baby can you look at me?" he pouts. you turn to him, finally acknowleding him.

"what is it, love?" you sigh, flipping another page. he frowns at your clear dismissal.

"could you- i mean uhm- can i-" he stumbles over his words, frustration taking over. he's never been one to ask for things, but he can't help it when it's you.

you place your book down, not before bookmarking where you left off. you shift your body to face him completely, and he seems to stutter even more.

you smile, "what is it, baby?"

he doesn't know how to ask, he panics internally before fiddling with his hands. you sense his shyness, and put your hand over his to calm him down.

as if he's under some spell, he calms down almost instantly.

finding some bit of courage in your touch, he lifts his index finger and points at his lips.

you stare for a moment.

then you burst into uncontrollable giggles.

sakusa only watches as he deflates, turning away from you in a fit of irritation. "okay, be like that then, i don't care." he huffs.

you place your hands over his face, forcing him to face you.

you flash him the smile he adores so much, before giving him a kiss.

it was light. feathery, even. and it left sakusa craving for more.

he huffs before a shade of red tinted his ears, then he pulls you in for a few more.

SUNA sits beside you as you study in the school library for an important test coming up. he lays with his head down, facing you, eye boring into the side of your face.

you roll your eyes, "rin, stop staring, i can't focus."

he snickers before pulling out his hand to catch yours. "you're so pretty, how can i not?"

you cheeks flush with red as he finishes his sentence. you snatch your hand away to cover your face in embarrassment.

"you piss me off, hope you know that." you groan. he only chuckles at your remark, returning to his old position.

you then go back to studying. scribbling notes in your neat handwriting every few minutes.

you don't realize it, but your lips jut out in a small, unnoticeable pout.

it sends suna off the edge, wanting to lay his lips on yours.

he watches and watches, but you don't notice the stare he's giving you.

he grows impatient. the fact you clearly don't seem to glance at him makes him rolls his eyes and huff. you hear the little grunts of irritation and turn to face him.

"i can feel your bad energy radiating right now," you deadpan, "what's up your ass now?"

suna shoots you a glare, side-eyeing you in the process.

"what's up my ass is the fact you keep pouting your lips," you look at him in confusion, "you're practically begging for a kiss so c'mere."

you dodge his lips, and he sits there dumbfounded. you break into a series of giggles as he pouts and mutters a little "damn brat" under his breath.

"fine, come here baby." you say, before tugging him lightly. his lips landing right on yours.

he savors the taste of your lips, keeping you there a lot longer than intended.

once you pull away, you're out of breath, and suna's only smirking at your appearance.

you turn away with all shades of pink tinting your cheeks.

and suna knows he'll have your lips on his once again.

ATSUMU whines every five god damn minutes, hoping that it'll catch your attention. the attention which is on your phone, and you're scrolling carelessly on tiktok.

atsumu grunts once again before speaking, "can ya give me like two minutes of your attention, am dyin' over here and ya don' giva shit!"

you roll your eyes playfully, finally turning to your man-baby of a boyfriend. "okay 'tsum, you got two minutes."

"babe!" he yelps, basically sobbing dramatically at this point.

"what?" you say defensively, with a smirk plastered across your face. "you said two minutes, so i'm givin' you two minutes."

he frowns, showing you his infamous puppy eyes. you stare.. and stare.

but you don't budge at all.

"babe, am beggin' ya." he huffs, arms crossing defensively over his chest.

you couldn't believe that this six-foot blonde was pouting like an absolute child.

"fine, what is it, you big baby." you say, placing your hand on his thigh.

this only fires him up even more, craving the touch he hasn't received.

"kiss?" he pleads.

you decide to tease him a little. just a little.

"hmm? sorry, i didn't hear a please." he gets even more impatient as you test him further.

"please, ma angel, i wanna kiss ya." he frowns again, but you finally decide you comply with his wishes.

pushing his hair back and caressing his face, you pull him in for a kiss. it's a little peck, but he only wants more.

so..

he does.

pushing your head down lightly, but just enough to deepen the kiss further.

you push him away lightly.

"there, you got your kiss baby." you giggle.

he craves more, but chooses to wait a bit. leaving his hand on your plush thigh, he stares at you lovingly.

BOKUTO deflates as he witnesses you being quite busy chatting up your best friend.

he was hoping that you'd spend the dinner with him.

he knows it was a team dinner, but he didn't expect your best friend to be at the same restaurant.

he felt ignored, and a little neglected. but, he genuinely wanted to be with you at that moment.

it took a bit, but you finally slide into the booth your boyfriend was in. it didn't take long for you to notice the gloomy mood bokuto was in.

"somethin' wrong, honey?" you coo. bokuto swears he melted at the sound of your voice.

he scoots closer to you, nudging his head into the crook of your neck.

you allow him to, your hand moving up to play with the soft locks on his head.

"missed you." he whispered, scattering light kisses around your collarbone.

you smile, looking down at his cute face.

knowing him all too well, you whisper, "you craving something from me, baby?"

he sits up instantly, staring at you with neediness.

"mhm!" he perks. he waits patiently.

"tell me what you want, honey, i'm listening"

he takes your hand and allows your finger to brush lightly over his pretty lips.

"want a kiss," he says, "please."

you hum in satisfaction, guiding his face unto yours where his lips find yours.

his mouth molds against yours, almost as if he was entirely made for your existence.

he craves you more and more, hands sliding up and down your waist.

you pull away, pecking his forehead after.

bokuto sighs with content as he cuddles up impossibly closer to you.

OIKAWA lingers around in your bedroom, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence.

you're too busy scribbling things he doesn't bother to care about in your notebook.

he waits..

and waits.

and waits...

but doesn't get a hint of your attention.

he was growing agitated at the lack of attention. he could even go as far as saying that you were neglecting him.

he finally gives in, choosing to tap you lightly on the shoulder.

it was only then when you realized he was home.

"oh! tooru, hi babe!" you chirp. you don't even seem to notice the slight furrow of his eyebrows and the pout on his lips.

"i've been here for an hour, y/n." he states. your face contorts into disbelief.

exhaling, you spoke, "i didn't realize.. did you need something?"

yes, he needed something.

he wouldn't say it though. opting to wait until you're needy for him.

he's greeted with disappointment when you don't give him what he wants, turning away from him.

"okay cutie, i'm quite literally going to die here." he exclaims.

you turn to face the little drama queen behind you.

groaning playfully, you ask him, "okay, what is it my love."

"kiss me," he demands, "i haven't received a single one since my arrival."

you roll your eyes, standing up and dragging your feet towards his tall figure.

tip-toeing to reach his lips, you tug his shirt to pull him down.

finally, your lips rests on his, giving his the satisfaction he craved.

SEMI strums his guitar again and again, hoping it would catch your attention.

you don't look at him, because youre busy playing with the cute puppy named bear on his bed.

you baby-talk the sweet creature, scratching behind its ears.

"y/n can you put bear down, i'm literally right here." eita sighs.

you giggle at his remark, looking back at him for a split moment.

"i know, honey, but a few minutes without my attention shouldn't kill you." you deadpan.

he only shoots you a disappointed look that you obviously didn't see.

after a few minutes, you finally get up and sit beside your grumpy boyfriend.

your entire body faces him, "babe, i want a kiss."

he side-eyes you, "okay, go kiss bear then."

furrowing your eyebrows, you just shrug before getting up once again.

you're immediately stopped by semi grabbing your wrists lightly.

"jesus woman, you were supposed to stay here and beg." he rolls his eyes.

"too bad, bear likes me more than you since you didn't wanna give me a kiss."

he blinks, clearly dumbfounded. "i've been sitting here for 30 minutes waiting for a kiss myself."

you shrug again, trying to release yourself from his hold.

"whatever, eita." you pout.

he only tugs your arm gently before you're landing flat on his chest.

he lets out a hearty laugh before lifting your chin up with his thumb and index finger.

staring into each others eyes for a few moments, he finally places his lips on yours.

you deepen the kiss, hands moving up to caress the nape of his neck.

then you push him away.

with a pout, he stares at you. "not in front of bear, honey."

you snicker as he only huffs and looks away. his hand unconsciously coming up to caress your thigh.

you both, in fact, still madeout in front of poor bear.

USHIJIMA wasn't one to ask you for affection.

moreover, it was definitely you who asked him.

but for some reason, the way you were busy chatting up his close friend, tendou, sent him over the edge.

he craved your touch more, and it's almost like he needs it to survive.

he comes up beside you, while you don't even notice his presence. thanks to tendou greeting him, you probably would've taken awhile to even acknowledge him at all.

"heyyy wakatoshi!" tendou exclaims.

your head snaps up at the mention of your boyfriend's name.

you smile warmly, "hi, love."

that was all you said before you become completely immersed in your conversation with tendou. tendou being equally immersed as you were.

ushijima hated to admit it, but he actually felt neglected.. maybe even ignored.

he doesn't know how to steal your attention, and seeing his best friend have what he wants makes him antsy. he feels nervous, fiddling around with the hem of his shirt.

he holds back the urge to wrap his arm around your waist, pull you closer to him, and just kiss you in front of everyone in the room.

he itches to have his lips on yours, but he just doesn't know how to ask.

he taps his fingers impatiently on his side, hoping that you'd turn to face him at some point.

yet, as if luck was on his side, tendou excused himself for a moment, leaving you entirely alone.

and boy did he take that chance.

he stood beside you, snaking his arms around your waist. you look up at him, being quite familiar with his touch, you leaned into him.

he leans down to whisper in your ear, "chatting up my best friend instead of being with me kind of stung, my love."

his deep husky voice had your legs feeling like jello. you motion for him to lean low enough for him to hear you whisper back.

"jealous, honey?" you smirk.

he clenches his jaw before he feels your soft lips kiss it.

he softens at the contact, melting from your touch.

he quickly maneuvers your chin to connect your lips with his.

god, he never knew how addicted he was to you. youre the only thing he'll never get enough of.

you pull away, leaving one last peck on his jaw before leading him back to his teammates.

safe to say ushijima will definitely start asking for more of your kisses.

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youmarin · 10 months

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Timeskip! Kiyōmi.

MINORS DNI, +18.

oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal, creampie.

Word count: 606

A/N: Omi's been in my head. Just pure filth, no plot. This is like the 4th time I post smut in this blog. Oops. I know this blog is mostly sfw and these are odd to find here but I always make sure to mark it as +18. So pls, if you're a minor or don't like reading nsfw stuff, it's your time to stop reading this post.

Sakusa who is so neat about everything but so filthy when it comes to taking you. Sometimes you’ll get so impatient you’ll be entering the apartment leaving the trail of your clothes in the way and wouldn’t make it to the room. He’ll bend you over the kitchen aisle, on the couch, or hoist you up the dinner table. Anywhere. Going to prep you first, teasing your clit, spitting on your cunt before diving in and eating you out. The sounds he lets out while he’s giving you pleasure do nothing but increase your arousal. He pushes his fingers into your heat and after you cum in his fingers, he’ll bring them to his mouth to clean them up. Then, pumping his leaking cock a few times, he pushes it between your folds to cover it with your slick before finally entering you. He’d be moaning at the sensation of finally getting some relief, the feeling of your walls fluttering around him. Sensitive yet insatiable, you’re being a good girl like he calls you for slowly taking him all even though sometimes you feel like there’s no way he can fit for how large he is, squeezing him and feeling the stretch . That was until you finally adjusted and he started thrusting into you roughly. He’ll tell you to lower your voice to not disturb the neighbors but he loves seeing you fall apart on his cock. And he knows it’s useless. You’ll always get embarrassed and bite your lip trying to muffle your pretty sounds but soon enough you’ll get loud again without a care in the world, too out of it. He kisses you sloppily as you cum hard around him and then he’s next, asking you to let him cum inside you. It wouldn’t be the first time, but you’d been playing that dangerous game for a while. Yet you love it when he fills you up and you love him so you let him. And that has him kissing you again, breaking away just to moan against your lips seeing his gorgeous face scrunched with lust. He pulls out, seeing your dripping pussy clenching around nothing, before groping your asscheeks and looking at the little plug you’ve been wearing on your tight hole. You squirm in anticipation once he takes it off and gets you ready to take him there too. You didn’t take Sakusa to be into that, neither did you, but once he told you one day and you agreed to try it, there was no coming back. He ends up cumming again in your ass this time.

After asking how you feel and kissing a few times you heard a knock on the door. He didn’t tell you he had friends coming over today. And just to get on your nerves he’ll make you answer it while he cleans up after yourselves and goes to take a shower. Not finding your underwear wherever you’d scattered it, you rush to the front door, fixing your hair and smoothing your skirt down.

You’ll open it to find Atsumu on the other side. You’re standing there with your legs squeezed together feeling some of your and Sakusa’s release starting to run down your thighs, hoping he doesn’t catch up to what had been happening just a moment ago. But there’s no hiding it. And Sakusa enjoys his teammate’s expression once he emerges from the hallway and you excuse yourself out of the living room and hurry to clean yourself up before any of the others shows up, face burning.

P.S.: Now y'all get some holy water. 😆

Until next time,

Youmarin

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#hq!!#itachiyama #haikyuu!! fanfic #sakusa smut #smut

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oomisluvr · 1 year

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KISS! KISS! (FALL IN LOVE?)

synopsis: kiyoomi's had a crush on you for the longest. leave it to atsumu to play matchmaker.

warnings: truth or dare gone wrong (gone right ???), akaashi and bokuto are a couple bc i say so, swearing, drinking, idk how they all know each other but they do, what timeline is this in, had so much fun writing this, heated kiss (spoilers hehehe), this was so self indulgent but who cares!!!

IT'S loud.

music passes through sakusa's body, the heaviness of the bass bouncing through his chest. there's so much going on, so many distractions. there's couples grinding on each other, sweaty bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. there's a small crowd of people doing body shots in the kitchen; a group of friends sparking up in the living room.

despite the chaos of atsumu's house party, all he sees is you.

with one leg thrown over the other, you're seated on the old couch talking to a friend, looking absolutely divine. sakusa takes a sharp breath when you let out a laugh, giggling at something your friend told you, flashing your pretty smile and lighting up the room.

"will you just talk to her? if you like her, you should say somethin' now."

taking a sip from his red solo cup, kiyoomi entertains the thought for a second, before dismissing it entirely. shaking his head, he pleads innocence, "i have no idea what you're talking about."

because you're completely out of his league, he thinks to add.

"aw, c'mon! anyone can see you're head over heels for her!" atsumu throws his hands up, "do it for me, please? 'm sick of seein' ya like this."

kiyoomi sighs, leaning against the wall of the corner he's currently occupying, "just drop it, would you? i'm not going over there."

"but it's my birthday! what kind of wingman would i be if i get you go home a virgin?"

"i said drop it," kiyoom's face burns at atsumu's accusation, "i'm here for osamu anyways." atsumu scoffs.

"fine. if you don't so something i will," atsumu threatens.

before kiyoomi can grasp what was just said to him, atsumu downs the remainder of his cup, tossing it on the floor and strutting over to where you and your friend sit.

mortified, sakusa stands helplessly as atsumu kisses you on the cheek in greeting, before extending his finger to kiyoomi, whispering something in your ear. sakusa can't make out what your response is, but he sure as hell doesn't miss the way you stand with atsumu, linking your arm with his. atsumu gives a thumbs up and a wink, the both of you heading his way.

sakusa feels his eyes widen with every step you take, until you stand in front of him. he hopes you can't tell that he's nervous.

up close, you're even prettier.

"c'mon, oomi, let's go someplace quieter," atsumu waves him an invitation, leading him across the crowded house and through the sliding doors, joining the small crew of people on porch. everyone's sitting in plastic lawn chairs arranged in a circle, a small bonfire in the middle.

he recognizes the few familiar faces from volleyball, feeling relieved at the sight of akaashi. as long as he's here, things shoudn't get too crazy, then.

watching you rush to the circle, jealousy burns in sakusa's stomach at the sight of you greeting everyone, envious that everyone seemingly knows you better than he does. how the hell does everyone know you?

"oomi!" bokuto calls, snapping him out of his feelings, "it's good to see you, man! take a seat!"

"we're talking shit about kageyama!" hinata giggles, a deep red hue spread across his cheeks and nose.

"you're talking shit about kageyama. the rest of us are trying to have an actual conversation," suna corrects, amusement clear on his face.

"ya don' have to look so scared, oomi-oomi. sit your ass down, you're makin' me nervous." atsumu winks at him, a knowing grin on his face. kiyoomi wants to punch him.

sakusa hadn't realized he looked out of place, still standing by the door as if he were afraid of the people out here. shoving a hand in his pocket, he stalks over to where everyone sits, sending a particularly harsh glare towards atsumu.

kiyoomi can't decide if he's the luckiest man alive or a hated by the universe, because the only open seat is next to you. he lowers himself in the plastic chair, his resolve crumbling as seconds go by.

"hey," a voice calls to him. sakusa thinks he's about to explode, turning his head to the origin of the voice, he's met with your gentle features, "you're sakusa, right?" you aren't even trying to seduce him, but the way you bat your mink lashes sends him spiraling, "you're the only one here i don't know. i'm y/n." you finish.

sakusa feels himself blinking owlishly at the sudden conversation. forcing himself to clear his throat after a few nervous seconds of staring, he nods his head, "yeah, you can call me kiyoomi, though," taking a sip from his drink, he hopes the blush on his face will be accredited to the contents of his cup.

"okay, kiyoomi," manicured nails tap the sides of your cup, "it's nice to meet you, then."

"likewise," he states, upset that he didn't have more material to keep the conversation going, deflating at the thought of you finding him boring.

you're the complete opposite of him; you're bold and friendly, striking up dialogue with everyone as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

getting pulled into another conversation, he watches your bright eyes engage with everyone in the circle, your charisma shining through. not having much to add to the conversation, he listens to everyone's banter, sliding in a sly remark when he could.

it's a nice atmosphere; the music isn't as loud out here and the air isn't stuffy. it's just good friends celebrating a birthday. sakusa feels himself relax more in his chair.

"guys! we should play truth or dare!" hinata beams, his sudden burst of energy startling everyone. suna scoffs, chucking at his antics.

"i think it'll be fun!" bokuto agrees, akaashi solemnly nodding his head as well.

"if there's nothing better to do," shrugs osamu.

"god, you guys are like highschoolers," you jab, but there's no venom behind your words, "let's do it."

"well? are you in, oomi-oomi?" atsumu nudges him, but his eyes hold a level of mischievous that makes sakusa nervous. all eyes on him, how could he say no?

"yeah," kiyoomi nods, "let's play. who's going first?"

"i wanna go first," suna quips, a deviant look in his eye, "this one's for akaashi. truth or dare?"

akaashi looks confused, but responds nonetheless, "truth."

suna gives a knowing smile, "my second year," he starts, "there was a fancy training camp that a buncha' schools went to. it was boujee as hell and they even let us pick who we would room with. anyways, i was the lucky bastard who got the room next to you and bokuto."

bokuto gets uncharacteristically quiet as akaashi flushes red, "okay? you're yet to ask a question, suna."

chuckling, suna takes a swig from his heineken, shaking his head, "there is no question. your reaction told me all i needed to know."

the circle erupts in hooting and hollering, atsumu doubled over in laugher. even kiyoomi stifles a chuckle.

"that's not fair! that was a targeted question!" bokuto whines.

"oh boo-hoo, there's no rules against it," suna jokes, "akaashi it's your turn."

if looks could kill, suna would be dead.

"fine," akaashi glares at suna, before taking a deep breath and selecting his target, "atsumu. truth or dare?"

"i ain't no pussy," still laughing at the implications of suna's averted question, he bares his teeth in a wide smile, "i chose dare. give me your best shot."

"i dare you—" akaashi smirks like a predator who's just cornered it's prey, "—to share with the rest of us why you and your girlfriend broke up."

hinata's mouth drops open. sakusa freezes mid-sip. everyone's hand flies to cover their mouths.

"oh shit," osamu chimes, biting his lip to seal away any giggles.

"oh, will you—will you guys cut it out!" atsumu flails his arms around, exasperated, "—i'm not made of glass or anythin'. we broke up because we broke up. simple."

"you used so many words to say so little," osamu prods.

"it's obvious you're not over her," bokuto states, as if he were the only person to come to this conclusion.

"oh, shut it. i answered the damn question, so we're moving on!"

"he's definitely not over her," bokuto whispers. atsumu pretends he didn't hear that.

"—oomi-oomi. truth or dare?" sakusa's brows perk up at the sudden attention.

"truth," he states flatly, "i don't trust any dares coming from you."

"boooooo!" atsumu calls loudly, "don't be such a party pooper! chose dare!"

"no, you're going to embarrass me."

"quit bein' a coward," atsumu challenges, knowing he doesn't want to look like a wimp in front of you, "what's the worst that could happen?"

"fine," sakusa grits his teeth, "dare."

atsumu smirks.

"i dare you to kiss y/n."

that. that was the worst that could happen. sly bastard.

"what the fuck? i'm not doing that, atsumu."

"why not? scared of a little bit of action, oomi-oomi?"

"no," his face burns, "y/n didn't consent to a kiss, you sick fuck. this is textbook sexual harassment."

"oh?" atsumu pipes up at this flawed admission, "so if y/n gave you permission, you'd kiss her?"

sakusa doesn't speak, but his silence expresses enough. atsumu leans his head back in laughter.

"what am i going to do with you two, hmm?" he questions to no-one in particular, tilting his head in your direction, "y/n," he calls.

"truth or dare?"

"it's not her turn!" hinata quips.

"shhhh!" akaashi shushes him, mumbling something about wanting to see how this would turn out.

you sigh, "i know what you're doing, miya."

"you're avoidin' the question."

"it's not going to work, you know."

"then just pick." he persists.

"miya!"

"truth or dare, y/n?"

you hold your breath, "truth."

"do you want sakusa to kiss you?"

biting their cheeks in anticipation, everyone waits for your crushing reply. sakusa wishes the earth would just swallow him whole.

"yes."

sakusa almost spits out his drink.

"then what are you waiting for? kiss dammit!" atsumu commands.

the earth seems to stand still, the bass of the music drowning out completely. you want to kiss him. it takes everything in sakusa to hold back a smile and he briefly thinks he owes atsumu his life.

turning to look at you, he speaks softly, "you don't have to do this, you know. literally nothing would happen if we didn't complete the dare."

"you don't have to freak out, it's just a kiss." you shrug, hoping he can't tell how badly you want this, "if you don't want to kiss me, you can just say that."

"i didn't say that."

"then stop panicking." you insist, offering a shy smile, "if it makes you feel any better, i'll—"

"quit stallin'!" atsumu shouts, clearly pleased with himself.

sakusa's eyes flicker to your lips, "sorry in advance."

leaning over his arm rest, a callused hand caresses the side of your neck, pulling you into him. the sensation of your lips against his sends his nerves into a frenzy. it's a brief kiss that doesn't last for very long, and sakusa slowly pulls away to get a look at you.

there's something about this damned angle that makes you look so enchanting. the brightness of the fire and the illumination from the moonlight seem to be working against him, only tempting him more. despite them both, your eyes seem to be shining the brightest, captivating him in an inviting gaze that asks for more. his fingers twitch with the urge to touch you.

his eyes flicker down to your lips once again. he finds you doing the same. no words are exchanged, but you move in sync nonetheless.

"fuck it."

throwing caution to the wind, he pulls you back to him, your lips meeting once again. tilting his head to kiss you deeper, he nearly let's out a groan when he feels your palm rest on the nape of his neck, light fingers toying with the fine hairs found there. sakusa thinks he hears cheering, but he can't seem to focus on anything else besides your soft lips moving against his.

his tongue reaches out to swipe against your lips to test the waters, and you take the liberty of pulling him closer, using the back of his head to shield you both from wandering eyes.

more comfortable in the new-found privacy, he kisses you with more passion, biting your lip and experimenting with tongue, confidence burning in his veins when you let out a squeak. your lips move in a rhythm that makes him wish you two were alone out here, but sakusa knows this is as far as this should go.

satisfied with himself, he pulls away, basking in the intoxicated look in your eye, the string of saliva previously connecting the two of you breaks when you both move back into your seats.

nobody says a word.

"stop staring, perverts. you should've taken a picture so it would last longer."

"yeah, if you wanna keep watching, it's five bucks from each of you," you joke.

atsumu reaches for his wallet instantly. osamu reaches to stop him.

"i thought sakusa was gonna whip out his dick." suna snorts.

kiyoomi's face burns at his accusation because the thought did cross his mind, actually.

"pretty sure i heard y/n moan," akaashi prods.

"girl—" bokuto gives you a pointed look, "—you better take him home with you. tonight."

hinata nods, "did you see the way he kissed her? he went back for seconds!"

laughing at their energy, you turn to gage sakusa's reaction, "i'm with shoyo on this one. if you're gonna kiss me like that, at least take me on a date first."

sakusa blushes further, not trusting himself to speak. atsumu takes the liberty to speak for him.

"holy fuck, i'm the matchmaking god. come to me for all your relationship needs."

"i'm not asking a single guy for realtionship advice." osamu picks at his nails mindlessly.

"this again? i told you, it was a mutual breakup—"

"sho!" you beam, cutting them both off, "truth or dare?"

"dare!" hinata calls.

you grin, "try your best to suduce bokuto. lap dances, a strip tease, whatever—give it your best shot."

hinata lets out a bright stream of giggles, already standing to remove his shirt, "you're on!"

akaashi visibly pales.

the game continues on and one by one, the small crowd gets even smaller as people bid their goodbyes and happy birthdays to the hosts.

at one point, you dance with hinata and bokuto, yelling something about a hot girl summer. suna shows you tiktoks on his phone and akaashi teaches you how to play minsweeper. osamu shares his chips with you as atsumu plays with your hair. you fit in so well, everyone just clicks to you.

the patio crew are the only stragglers left, finally standing from their seats and heading inside to help clean up the aftermath of the party.

nobody speaks of the sexual tension between you and sakusa for the rest of the night, but it's painfully obvious to anyone within six feet of you two. something warm blooms in his chest when he watches you stumble around the house, more drunk on sleep than anything else, and he finds the courage to speak to you.

"did you have a good time?"

"hmm?" you attempt to blink the sleep from your eyes, leaning over to pick up solo cups from the floor, "oh, yeah. tonight was fun."

"it almost ended before it started. atsumu wanted to put 'pink + white' on his birthday playlist."

laughing at how awful that would've been, you snort, "i guarantee he would have burst into tears at the chorus." sakusa chuckles, enjoying this moment he gets to share with you.

briefly, kiyoomi sends up a quick prayer who whoever is listening.

"hey, uh," sakusa scratches the back of his neck, his heart hammering in his ears, "earlier you mentioned something about a date. is that offer still on the table?"

"yeah," standing straight, you try your best to seem relaxed, "what did you have in mind?"

"next saturday. are you free?"

"the freest."

"great," he feels a weight lift off his shoulders, "i'll pick you up at seven?"

"seven works fine," you offer a shy smile, "see you then."

BYE I LOVE FICS WHERE THEY'RE ALL ONE BIG FAMILY IDC IF ITS CORNY

#getting back into writing hehehe #FORGOT HOW FUN IT WASSS #sakusa #kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #msby sakusa #sakusa fics #sakusa x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #masterlist

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Who in Haikyuu is the best in bed?

pairings: Kuroo x reader, Sakusa x reader, Hinata x reader, Bokuto x reader, Mattsun x reader

cw: 18+ content - minors dni, pussy eating, fingering, creampie, mattsun's big dick

note: unfortunately i cant include this in the series since its sfw only, but i like this kind of asks, keep them coming

Kuroo

He teases a lot. Kuroo knows how the game works. He knows when to play hard and when to take it slow. Which is why everytime his cock is in your tight hole, he'd leave you in a crying mess. His cock always angled to that spot that makes you gush more and his hands always busy groping your boobs, your ass or any part of your body.

He can tell from the way you moan and your pussy clench that you are close. So he slows down his pace, alternating between grinding his hips and slow deep thrusts. He focuses more on whatever it is his lips are on. He loves kissing you and your body. Definitely a body worshipper.

"God, kitten... you taste so good, almost as good as how you feel around my dick."

Sakusa

As much as he says he hates germs and contact with people. I think he's one of the best when it comes to pussy eating. He's neat right? He'll make sure he laps any juices that gushes out of you and pushes it back in.

He's not shy with using his hands either. He's always got at least two fingers burried in your cunt and his other drawing circles on your clit. And if you try to close your legs on him, one arm is enough to push you legs against your stomach and hold it down in that position while he continues to devour your cunt like a starved man.

"Mmhmm... Give me another one baby, I know you can do it- come on my tongue and fingers, angel."

Hinata

This man lived in Brazil, you think he didn't learn a thing or two? He's very eager to experiment. No matter how weird you think it is when you suggest it to him, he'll always agree to try it first. His motto is to always try it first before saying no.

I also imagine he has a hairy chest, and despite all of the positions that you've tried with him, his favourite is still missionary. He loves having the best seat to looking at how his cock dives in and out of you, how you tits jiggle at every thrust and how your face scrunch up in pleasure. He loves placing his hands on your hips, pushing it down as he fucks into you. He doesn't care how loud of a noise it makes because all he can hear is your screams of pleasure.

"Louder, princess... Let everyone hear that I make you feel so good everytime we fuck."

Bokuto

I think he gets pussy drunk. He'll get so lost in the feeling of how his dick is wrapped around your warm and tight cunt, that he'll start thrusting like crazy. He cums heavily too. But don't worry, he's got the stamina and cum to last for a few hours.

Every fuck session, he needs to have his balls emptied- preferably in you. His cock would often have a white ring around it, and because of how quick he is fucking you, a string of cum connects your hips. And like Kuroo, his hands would also be looking for something to hold on to. But more so because he too stimulated and he needs something to ground him.

"Ah... Ah.. Fuck, baby, s-so tight. I-ah! I'm gonna cum, you ready baby? I-I'm gonna cum in you."

Mattsun

He's got a big dick. Sure, big dicks don't mean a good fuck if he can't use it well. But the thing is, he does know how to use it. Every time you have sex with him, your pussy always feels the stretch. The stretch so delicious, filling and brushing against every inch of your cunt. He gets cocky every time you start whining about how big his dick is, he'll smirk and tease you, grinding his hips so that you'll feel more of him.

Or if he's feeling mean, he'll pull out, and now you're left with an empty cunt and you hate nothing more than that. He'll make you beg for it while he fucks his fist in front of you. And when he does put it back in, he won't listen to the next time you whine about his big dick because he knows that you enjoy it as much as he does.

"Oh poor bunny... Looks like your cunt is too tiny to fit my cock. But thats okay, we'll make it work, don't we?"

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skts |Baseball Player Omi | Third Years

“Here.”

Atsumu blinked as a golden chain was thrusted into his face “Um.” He looked between the necklace and the blushing boy who was staring at him with scrunched brows and a scowl on his face.

“What’s this Omi?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sakusa grumbled “It’s my necklace.”

Well yes. Atsumu can see that. He’s wearing his glasses today, thank you very much.

But why the hell was Omi giving it to him?

He knew the tradition with the school’s baseball team. Where players offered a piece of jewelry to the people they were dating. A few of Atsumu’s friends had their own - hell Oikawa wears /two/ from his boyfriends.

It didn’t make sense.

Especially when Omi couldn’t stand him.

“I know it’s yer necklace.” Atsumu said, making sure that Sakusa could hear the confusion in his voice “Are ya wanting me to give it to someone for ya? That’ll really hurt their feelings if ya don’t do it yerself, Omi.”

The look on Sakusa’s face was incredulous “You’re kidding right?” He took a step towards Atsumu, essentially looming over him. The blond squeaked out a “No?”

The baseball player groaned and ran a hand down his face “You’re-“ He exhaled deeply to calm himself down “This is for you.”

Atsumu’s eyes widened at that. What the fuck?

“Me?” His voice wobbled suddenly feeling even more confused “But yer supposed to give this to the person ya like.” The narrowed eyed look from the other boy had Atsumu gaping “Ya-“

“Please.” Sakusa rasped, letting his head drop onto a stunned Atsumu’s shoulder “Please tell me you aren’t this oblivious.”

“Omi. Ya can’t expect me to think that ya actually like me?” Atsumu wheezed at the sudden proximity “I could have sworn it was the opposite.” It was Sakusa’s turn to look back at him in disbelief “Atsumu, we spend all our time together.”

“Yeah but-“

“I take you out, on dates! Dinners, arcades, fuck we went to that professional baseball game together!” Sakusa said in exasperation.

“Hey! Ya never said those were dates!”

“You let me touch your ass.” Sakusa pointed out “On multiple occasions.”

“I thought it was baseball thing!” Atsumu whined with flushed cheeks.

Omi looked like he either wanted to hit him or kiss him. Atsumu really hopes it’s the latter.

“You wear my clothes.” Sakusa tugged on the letterman jacket - his letterman jacket that Atsumu was currently wearing “All the time. Do you think I’d let just anyone do that?”

Atsumu shook his head “No.”

Sakusa cupped his cheeks with his hands, “So you understand now? I like you - really like you. Even if you’re the biggest idiot I know.”

Full lips pout at that, cheeks still squished together “Yer really giving me yer necklace?”

Sakusa laughed, fond yet so so tired as he knocked their foreheads together “Yes.” His voice lowered to something quieter “I’m sorry for not making it clearer. But I want to date you, actually date you, be your boyfriend. No more confusion.”

Finally, finally, Atsumu smiled, bright and beautiful “I’d like that Omi-Omi.” Then he was leaning forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Sakusa’s cheek “Can I have my necklace now?”

That night during Kiyoomi’s game, Atsumu could be spotted in the stands wearing his boyfriend’s jacket and the shining gold chain necklace around his neck.

#sakuatsu #sakusa x atsumu #skts #haikyuu #drabble

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