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haikyutiehoe · 21 hours ago
“what’s this?” your fav questions, fingers lightly poking at the golden letters engraved on a chain around your throat, thumb gently caressing your jaw.
“i uh ... got it ... was kinda lonely.” you respond, avoiding their curious gaze.
“is that the only reason?” they ask, digits now drifting down to your throat, the chain slipping between their fingers to hand between their knuckles. “not so i could bite it when you ride me?”
heat floods your features quickly. in quiet, distracted voice, you confess, “that was part of it...” your appendages drift over the small engraving now resting on the back of your lover’s hand, accenting their veins. “gave me something to hold when i came alone in the room without you too.” a soft smirk reaches your lips.
“you’re very cute babe.” leaning close, they lay their lips against yours roughly, tasting the days you were gone, crying their name into the night with a tension that spelled your lips into a tight o at the end of the day. gaze darkening, they stare back at your whimpering gaze. “it’s gonna look pretty when i’m choking my little kitten with it.”
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blvckjvckvls · a day ago
SCREAMING AT YOUR TAG OF SAKUSA BITING AS A LOVE LANGUAGE?????? Like I never pictured mr stoic sakusa as a biter until you said that but it feels SO GOOD AND SO RIGHT??? LIKE THE AMOUNT OF SERATONIN I AM FEELING RN and like 🥺 being so surprised the first time he does it? You’re cuddled up with this man and he’s got his head in your lap and you already knew he liked playing w ur thick thighs but you feel a chomp??? And he’s all smug and content? Teef. Want him to bite my cheeks in public.
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"ah- kiyoomi?!"
"mm?" the humming vibrates against the spot your boyfriend is attached to your neck, teeth digging gently into your flesh.
"what are- whatcha doing back there?" your chin is tilted up, almost like you're trying to get a glimpse at him. but it's fruitless- you're only able to feel him shrug and squeeze your waist tighter. your heart beats erratically, placing your pudgy hands on the outside of his thighs to brace yourself.
"you're so sweet," kiyoomi sighs as he pops off your neck, blowing cool air onto the slick with saliva spot, sending a chill down your body, "just need a taste." and just like that, he bites you again, a little harder this time.
when you cry out, grinding your hips onto his instinctively, kiyoomi groans into your neck, reaching down to grab at your thick thighs, kneading the soft skin there. your tiny pants are enough to have him parting your thighs, hooking your knee over his.
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tohokuu · a day ago
therapy sessions - sakusa kiyoomi
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for @getoswhore 's collab !
warnings : praise, degradation, taboo relationship, cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play, marking, possessiveness, wall fucking, semi-public sex, one-sided dry humping ?
a/n : i strayed from the plot, sorry bella
wc : 1.3k
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“it’s just so difficult to understand. was i not enough for him ? i did everything. i gave him everything..” you cried. you sat in front of your therapist, dr. sakusa kiyoomi. you were at your weekly appointment and this week, you vented to him about your cheating ex-boyfriend. this had been the topic of the past few appointments. all of them being about how he was beginning to change and things were slowly getting worse and then just bursted all at once. it started with him getting snappier than usual, then he began hiding his phone conversation, then he started staying late at work and then you caught him making out with someone on your shared bed.
“i understand, y/n. break-ups are difficult. but i want you to know that you’re better off without him. from what i’ve seen of him in the course of the past 3 years that you’ve been my client, he hasn’t been the very best guy…” if anything, sakusa was budding in joy on the inside. he’s been eyeing you for so long but refusing to make any moves in respect for your taken status. but now that you were single, he was more than willing to make advances at you.
and a slight guilt filled you too. as you stared at the strong crease in his arms, and the way the buttons threatened to pop at his chest each time he stretched. his slim waist and broad shoulders and the way his adam apple bobbed each time he swallowed. your therapist was undeniably attractive and you had certainly noticed it over the years. but he wasn’t just your therapist, he was your friend. long before you sat in his quaint little office, you were swapping kisses in his bed in college.
you weren’t sure why you two broke up all those years ago, but clearly your friendship was good enough for you two to maintain a therapist/client relationship. your breath hitched as you stared at his tight shirt and the way his slacks fit over his thighs so perfectly. his muscles bulged through the dark material of his trousers and you swallowed. thinking about what may have been hiding under the zipper, you responded to him suddenly. “why did we ever break up, omi ?”
using his nickname felt odd. you hadn’t tasted his name on your tongue in so long and saying anything now made you feel like you were dumb college freshmans again. his response was calm and calculated. “i believe we had different interests, y/n.” and it all felt so highly inappropriate. as if the question you asked was the same as you asking him for help on hiding a body.
the air in office was thick and as if it was something out of a bad porno, sakusa reached over the table between you and wrapped a hand around your throat. his lips crashed into yours as he pulled your body up. your legs wrapped around his waist as you kissed back. “fuck-” you moaned and he swallowed it right up, enjoying the way your lips felt the same as they did years ago. “you were always so good to me, y/n.” he groaned.
he pressed you up against the wall, pushing your skirt up and panties aside. “this is so unprofessional.” you whined. “i don’t really fucking care.” he panted back in between kisses. “you fuck all your clients when they’re stressed ?” his fingers tightened around your thighs, pulling you apart further. “just you.” he said before his lips dove straight towards the juncture of your neck. he attacked your skin with harsh bites, forming his mark on you. a finger pushed into your cunt, scissoring you open at a quick pace. your eyes rolled back slowly, unable to take the pleasure he was giving you. “he was never good to you. he just used you and i could fucking tell every time you came to me crying about it. now i’ll give you something to cry about.” he growled before pushing in two more fingers.
his hands were just so big and his fingers were so long and thick. they touched places that even your ex-boyfriend couldn’t touch. your eyes rolled back, quickly moaning out pleas of his names as your orgasm washed over you. “omi omi omi, can’t take it-” you begged as he continued the harsh circles on your clit. but he shook his head, “told you i was gonna have you crying, yeah ? i’m here to keep my word, sweetheart.”
and he was. tears pooled into your eyes more as your second orgasm overcame you. your body shook in his arms and eyes rolled back so far they could see white. “my good little slut, yeah ? i have you crying already and i haven’t even put my dick in you yet.” his cock ached in his slacks and he only seemed to relieve it by grinding his hard bulge against your oversensitive clit. it didn’t seem like he was gonna stop anytime soon though, because his hands had found purchase on your tits. he pinched and pulled at your nipples, earning loud obnoxious moans.
“you always moan this loud, sweetie ? like you want the whole doctors office to know that you’re about to get your cunt stuffed.” his words were mean and you bit your lip, clenching around nothing. his bulge was so big and it caught onto your clit perfectly each time he rutted against it. you were nearing your third orgasm.
kiyoomi’s lips attacked your chest and sucked deep marks onto your tits. “mine.” he growled. “you were always mine.” if his body language wasn’t so rough, you would’ve believed him to be in love with you. he took your nipple between his teeth, lightly grazing it. “suck.” he demanded, pushing his thumb up to your lips, you gladly took it in and sucked. his thumb pressed down, making you choke. “o-omi-” you gagged, and he chuckled against your collarbone.
“can’t wait to be in your cunt. gonna fuck you so good. gonna let everybody know who lets getting her cunt stuffed by her therapist.” and with that, he unbuckled his belt, throwing it on the floor. he quickly unzipped his slacks and pushed inside your wet cunt. you couldn’t keep it in because the second he was in, kiyoomi was hitting your spot perfectly, and he still had two inches to go. “f-fuck..” he groaned, hiding his face in your neck as he tried to push the rest of himself in.
“come on, shh. you can take it. my good little girl..” he praised. your eyes rolled back and mouth opened up wide enough to fit his cock. he smirked against your skin, thinking about how well your cunt was wrapped around him. “so good to me, omi.” you cried. you stared up at him with downturned eyes, filled with tears and pouty lips. his heart swelled and if this entire ordeal wasn’t so taboo, he might have even told you he loved you.
he resumed his harsh thrusts, deep and fast. the obscene noises bounced off the walls and surely someone had heard you two by now. the knot in your stomach was getting tighter as his thrusts continued and the praises that fell from his lips swayed your mind from the past couple weeks filled with heartbreak. “ ‘m gonna cum, omi.” you cried. your voice was frantic and breathing uneven. your arms pulled him closer to you and kiyoomi resumed a quick pace on your clit. your body shook and the knot in your stomach snapped. your cunt clenched him harder as your nails dug into his shoulders. “omi omi omi fuck-” you screamed.
his hips stuttered as you squeezed him tighter. “so so fucking good, baby.” he whined. his balls tightened and his cock twitched inside of you, spilling all of his cum in your cunt. he groaned as he rode out his orgasm. his breath slowing and chest heaving.
“this is the best therapy session i’ve ever had with you.”
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s-zu · a day ago
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[ step brother!SAKUSA KIYOOMI & boyfriend!GETOU SUGURU. ]
❥ explicit smut.
tw/cw: step-cest, exhibitionism-ish, cheating, degradation, fem!reader, finger sucking, fingering, non-con recording, raw sex
wc: 1.9k
tags: @ambrodias
note: what is this filth idk either. Pt 2 coming soon!
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Your relationship with your step-brother was always well. No fights or anything between. Actually its the opposite of that. Some people might find you two too intimate for step siblings. The way he wraps his arm around you waist just to plat a kiss on your forehead before letting you to class, the way he brushes his hand against your ‘accidentally’ when he tutors you, the way he smirks after praising you about something. Shamefully, those little intimate things he does to you effected you both mentally and physically. Your growing feelings for him had to be put a stop when you found yourself a loving boyfriend, Getou Suguru. He was everything you could ask for. He was handsome, well in academics, loving and caring towards you. You thought after you had a boyfriend maybe Sakusa would stop those little hints but he proved wrong, so fucking wrong.
It was a remotely normal day when you wanted to inform your step-brother Sakusa that you’ll be having your boyfriend over for the night. When you told him, he seemed calm like he didnt mind but little did you know about his glare and jealousy towards your boyfriend.
“Thanks for having me,” Getou greets your brother with a smile only to have Sakusa nod begrudgingly because he had to keep his best behaviour in front of his beloved sister.
“I’ll be upstairs. If you need anything, just say the word,” Sakusa said, changing his attention towards you immediately as he walked up the stairs after ruffling your hair lightly. Getou didn’t miss the brief glare Sakusa passed him when he turned away. “C’mon babe lets watch a movie,” your voice snaps Getou out of his trance and he walks with you towards the couch as you two got comfy.
“I’m gonna go and make a drink, I’ll be back. Keep it on, I dont mind,” you told your boyfriend as you got up from the couch. “You sure? Gonna want me to explain everything to you later?” Getou teased. “Yeah yeah, I love your voice anyway,” you retorted with a soft smile as you continued walking towards the kitchen.
You opened the refrigerators door to find something and just when you closed the door you saw familiar fluffy hair beside you. “Hm? Came down for a drink too?” you ask, closing the door and facing Sakusa as he continues to fill up his glass with water. “Yeah hydration is important,” he answers blandly. You hum in response, already expecting his answer to have something to do with hydration considering how he took health seriously. You rested your elbows on the counter as your drank your water, mindlessly staring into the tv that was still playing a movie in front of you that your boyfriend was still watching.
“What do you even see in him?” a growl from behind you interrupted your trance. You raise an eyebrow before looking behind you. Sakusa was still facing the cabinets, head hanging quite low. “What do you mean..?” you ask with a low voice, whispering almost. You didn’t understand what he meant. You thought Sakusa was fine with your boyfriend and approved him since he had no complaints so far, what changed?
“I’m asking you why the fuck you like him when I’m right in front of your fucking eyes.” Sakusa spoke harshly, turning back to face you. You were taken aback by both his actions and the look on his face. You’ve never seen him so angry before. The way his eyebrows furrow, his eyes glaring at you not with anger but…envy. ‘Is he jealous?’ you thought but there was no way. Why would your step-brother be jealous of your boyfriend. “You’re jealous…?” you ask again to confirm your thought. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?! My lil sister having someone else to love and pamper her that isnt me, hurts.. I thought I would be relieved that you found someone else but this suffocating feeling in my chest grew bigger and its hurts so fucking bad,” he blurted out. Surprised was an understatement with how you were feeling by his outburst. You never thought he felt that way. No you knew. You knew damn well he loved you with his little loving gestures that werent suppose to exist between step siblings but you pushed it away, you didnt wanna believe it. But you didnt expect your actions to hurt him this much. For a moment, just a moment, you forgot about your boyfriend in the living room when you approached him and cupped his face before kissing his lips. “I love you too..” by the moment those words slipped from your lips, Sakusa smashed his lips against your again. This time, more needy, more desperate. He felt like this moment would be stopped and interrupted anytime. He knew the risk of your boyfriend finding out but he didnt care. He just wanted you so bad and the void feeling that wanted your love so bad was finally being filled. Sakusa had his hands wrapped around your waist, hands travelling down your back and soon your thighs.
You yelped when he suddenly lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck before placing you on the countertop. “Sorry sweetheart but I cant stop now. Besides, its all your fucking fault anyways,” Sakusa whispers by your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin sending you shivers down your spine before he continued kissing and sucking your neck so roughly. You bit your bottom lip to restrain and muffle your moans but your whimpers didnt go unnoticed as Sakusas’ mouth went lower and lower by the moment, abusing your skin to visible red.
As he got lower, your shirt didnt allow him to reach your breasts so he slid his hand under your shirt, pulling it up to expose your bra. You try to protest but they went on deaf ears as he unclasps your bra in a second and went straight to pop one of your boobs in his mouth, already swirling his tongue around your nipple. You exhale soft moans as you tug his hair, feeling your pussy rub against his hard on.
Sakusa feels it. He feels your clothed pussy rubbing against his hard cock already but he didnt wanna rush. He wanted to go slow, devouring you as he savours every flavour. Both of your breasts getting attention from him, one nipple in his mouth while the other was pinched and pulled but his hand. He releases your nipple from his mouth with pop before rushing down to rip off your shorts. “Cant wait anymore, need you so fucking bad we can forgot that bastard.” he groaned as he slips down his own shorts after yours before looking at your eyes as if searching for permission. You glance beside you to see if your boyfriend is looking and you saw he was still immersed in the movie. You turn your eyes back to the man in front of you and nodded. That alone was enough to make Sakusa feel overwhelmed because he wanted to do so many things with you but he knew the best way of taking you would be slow and steady.
Sakusa slid a finger up your pussy, brushing against your clit, making you shiver at the faint sensation. He slid a finger over your panties and made its way to spread your folds, pressing against your hole as his thumb rubbed your clit. Just the mere anticipation of his finger entering your pussy made your legs tremble.
Sakusa was cursing under his breath when he felt how wet you were under his touch, faint squelching sounds audible when he inserts a digit in your pussy. Your moans werent helping his twitching and aching cock when he moves. Impatient to replace his finger with his cock instead but he knew he needed to treat his precious little sister well because in his eyes you deserve the everything in the world. And he’s gonna give you heaven.
Sakusa continued fingering you until he used two fingers, making you shamelessly moan as he moves in and out of your pussy. Sakusa side eyes to the living room at the couch where your boyfriend was sitting at and made up his mind. He took his other hand and placed two fingers inside your mouth to muffle your moans. “Suck it clean instead of moaning like a slut,” he whispered with a stern tone. You were surprised by his sudden words and action but your mind was too clouded with thoughts of cumming on his fingers so you mindlessly sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around them. Your sucking stopped as you look down in confusion since his fingers stopped moving too. But before you could cum or see what he was doing, you felt him rubbing his tip on your hole, making you grip the edge of the counter in frustration because of the desperate need for him to be inside of you and because of your orgasm denial since you were so close to cumming. “I know princess, I wanna be inside of you too but I will be soon fuck—” Sakusa groaned as he slipped his tip inside of you. Your could feel your pussy being stretched out already as he adjusts himself to continue. You threw your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, remembering that you werent alone. You felt so guilty but so good tears pooled over your eyes as your step brothers cock made its way inside of your pussy completely, making your head throw back. Sakusas faint moans and groans didnt go unnoticed as your pussy clenched around his cock. He cursed underneath his breath at the heat covering his cock, it felt so good to him and knowing that you were his little ssiter didnt bother him in slighest. He didnt care, he just needed you as much as he needed air.
You tried hard to not let your moans and whines escape when he started thrusting, his grip on your waist tightening. Each thrust earned an incoherent curse from Sakusa, pulling away the hand over your mouth to kiss you deeply, sucking and swirling on your tongue as he explored every crevice of your mouth. You had your hand over his shoulder, digging your nails on his back each time he fastened his pace with rough thrusts. You wanted to care about the lewd sound whenever his skin slaps against yours every thrust he makes but you were too drunk over the pleasure, chasing your orgasm that was denied.
When Sakusas breath fastened, you knew he was about to cum with how he was ruthlessly pounding into you and how his cock was twitching, making you clench around his cock harder just at the thought of him cumming inside of you. With just a few thrusts left, you pulled his head towards your to kiss him one more time and that kiss lasted long. So long, his cum shooting inside of your pussy caught you off guard, making you let out a brief loud moan along with mumbles of curses from Sakusa.
Sakusa couldnt help the smirk creeping up his lips when he finally realised he fucked his little step sister. He was shamelessly happy about the fact that you came on his cock so hard, the mix of his cum and yours seeping out of your pussy.
“What a fucking whore. She looks so fucking pretty cumming on her brothers cock like that. Gonna fuck her dumb next time,” Getou said to himself with a smirk as he stopped the recording button on his phone.
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titsuya · 2 months ago
I'm very horny and you have a knack for finding the best stuff... Do you have any cool visuals? <3
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all my hq bfs w/ f!reader
warning: twt p*rn. minors dni. 18+.
a/n: ive been waiting for this ask my entire life
navigation (18+)
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» haji loves that skirt, but he also loves fucking your cute cunt and filling you up with his cum. <3
» frat boy haji gets takes you to his car because all the bedrooms are full and takes you for a ride. <33
» big, buff daddy dilf haji who loves your tight cunt so much it nearly makes him cry. <3333333 and he likes it rough ;)
» hajime just LOVES when you compliment his hands. <333333333
» the only way to make rintarō smile is to wake him up by riding his dick like a good girl. <3
» me you and rintarō on y’all’s day off <3, he’s so vocal cause “you feel so fuckin’ good,” <3333
» rintarō loves creampies & cumming in your mouth… but he loves that you’re a “slut for daddy” and that you’ll let him paint your face <3333 (2 bonus visuals for my daddy)
» fuck fuck fuck he loves your tits so fucking much, squeezes and sucks the life out of them <3333333333333333
# SAKUSA KIYOOMI (tw… squirting… a lot of it)
» kiyoomi loves eating you out and making a mess out of his good little slut <3
» also loves fucking you so hard that you squirt on his cock </3 calls you a nasty little slut even though it makes him cum so hard
» brat tamer kiyo <///3 fucks you stupid, slaps your face, makes you squirt, but you love it so much
» worshipping kiyoomi’s pretty body <333
» keiji is so vocal with his heavy pants and higher pitched moans and it makes you feel so good
» 🥺 being keiji’s pretty lil puppy and you were so good while he was gone at work, so he gives you a little reward <3
» keiji’s finger work so well… he knows how to hit that spot, how to make you gush
» loves fucking you to frank ocean. even when you’re all cuffed up <3
» sometimes, kou loves watching his little crybaby grind all over his cock <3
» and sometimes, he just can’t hold himself back so he fucks up into you :))
» daddy likes double stuffing your pussy with cum, especially when you beg for him to put a baby inside you <3333
» 69-ing is kou’s favorite. you guys both feel good and that makes him soo happy.
» waking up his little bimbo princess with his cock ! tw somno
» daddy likes to see his cum on your pretty pussy before pushing it into you %^**>>{^^
» tsumu likes pressing your face into the mattress as he fucks you and makes you squirt
» knows how much you like being filled up so he fucks both your holes at the SAME time ! (tw anal)
» samu gets so hard when he see’s you doing anything remotely domestic
» loves holding you close and kissing you while his cock is stuffed deep in you
» breeding kink!!!!!!
» king of eating and making a mess of your pussy
» such a good daddy </3 blindfolds you with his work tie and worships your body all night
» he’s also a rough daddy <3 likes to choke you a ton
» he can be really mean nd tease you to make you think you’re getting his cock <///3
» “shhh, can’t be too loud, kitten, we’re in public, you know that.”
» rin thinks you’ve been so mouthy with him lately so he decides to have him and his friends shut you up (psst, atsumu on the left, suna in the middle, samu on the right)
» misbehaving and embarrassing rin in front of his friends? now he’s gonna embarrass you :)
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dearomi · 11 days ago
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featuring… fem!reader, sakusa, bokuto, atsumu, meian, hinata
warnings… dumbification if you squint real hard, some lovey dovey talk
word count… a little over 1k
a message from shae… lil repost from my old blog
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riding koutarou is an experience, to say the least. he’s not one to give up power, and whether he’s aware of it or not, he controls every little move you make. from his hands gripping and squeezing your waist, pushing and pulling so that you’re grinding on his fat cock, to his gentle words, lips bright pink and slick with spit as he whispers, “that’s it, baby. you’ve got it, feel good for me.” those last four words are repeated over and over as he holds you still, feet pressed into the mattress as he fucks up into you with everything he’s got, watching your tits bounce and eyes roll to the back of your head. despite the fact that you’re very clearly losing your mind on his cock, he’s still unaware of the fact that he holds the power, the fact that you’re taking heed to his every wish. he still begs and pleads, “cum for me baby, i wanna make you feel good,” his voice raised a few octaves, need dripping with every word. “can i cum? can i cum inside you, pretty girl?’’
a tease, such a tease. it’s like he knows you won’t be able to take it, he knows he’ll end up having to flip the two of you over and make himself cum because his pretty baby fucked herself stupid on his cock. he’ll egg you on, lips quirked into a smirk as he asks if you can take it. if you’re looking too confident, a little less fucked out than he’d like, he latches to your nipples, pinching and pulling and sucking and biting while he keeps a hand on your clit, rubbing the swollen bud harshly— as if he wants to see you all dumb and cock-drunk. when he knows you can’t take anymore, when your legs shake and wobble and your pussy’s creaming around him, making a sticky white mess around the base of his cock, he’ll pull you closer, lips ghosting over your ear as he asks, “who’s cock is this?” he grins when you babble out, “mine, ‘s mine, ‘s mine,” over and over again, eyes squeezed shut, hips grinding against his with desperation. “yeah? fuck it, then— fuck me. prove that this is yer cock, baby.”
kiyoomi likes to see you on top of him, likes to see and worship every inch of you while you use him to get off. he runs his fingers over every curve and dip of your body, taking note of which spots make you giggle, and which spots make you shudder and let out a heavy, sultry sigh. he doesn’t focus on how good you make him feel (although his head is spinning with how fucking good you’re making him feel), he keeps his attention and how good he wants to make you feel. he wants you creaming and squirting and dripping down his balls before he’ll even think about cumming himself. he keeps his fingers splayed out over your tummy, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit while you lose yourself in him. this is what he loves the most, watching you let yourself go— if you let yourself drown in him, he’ll do the same. he’ll get lost in you, lost in the love and desire he feels all at the same time, keeping his eyes stuck to yours, whispering “i love you” as you cum, praising you when you fuck yourself through it, his eyes trained on where the two of you meet, where you bounce on him like it’s the only thing you know how to do. “just like that, angel. use that cock— you deserve it.”
another one who just wants to appreciate you. he’s used to fucking you, ramming his cock as deep as it’ll go, leaving you a sticky, sweaty mess before the nights over with, but shugo lacks experience in making love to you like this. it’s a rare sight, seeing him relaxed into the mattress, eyes glassy and mouth hung open, his fat cock buried deep in your cunt while you bounce in his lap. he stares in wonder, his heart nearly bursting out of his chest when you reach for his hand, pulling it towards your hip so he gets the message and rests both of his hands on your hips. he can’t help but let out low grunts and groans as you lean forwards, hands pressed to his broad chest, hips rolling slowly. he’s bewildered as you cum— it’s not like he’s never seen it before, but he’s never seen it like this. the love of his life, above him, back arched, eyes shut, mouth hung open as you let out the prettiest noises he’d ever heard. you look like an angel, he decides— he can almost see your halo as you come down from your high. his trails his hands up, gripping your waist, squeezing and pulling your chest to his. he can’t help but gawk at you, unashamedly staring in awe. “you’re fucking perfect. can’t believe you’re mine.”
to put it simply, he can’t handle it. the second he sees you sink down on him, sees your lips spread while your cunt swallows him whole, he nearly passes out. his eyes roll back, a lewd, porn-worthy moan escaping his lips— he’s totally gone. soon enough, the two of you are rutting against each other, your movements frenzied, near panicked, as if one of you could disappear from the other's arms at any given moment. he meets every rut and roll of your hips with ease, fucking you like he misses you, like he hasn’t seen you in months. he doesn’t stop until both of you have cum more than once, until you’re both shaking and sweating. then he’ll sink into the mattress, watching as you keep going, keep grinding and bouncing your puffy cunt on his cock, nearly using him as a toy. he’s too pussy-drunk to speak in full sentences, simply babbling a mix of “thank you” and “i love you” as he fills up your pussy again and again.
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© DEAROMI 2021
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prettyboykatsuki · a month ago
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put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
➳ tags ;; afab!reader, reader wearing a dress in atsumu's part, public sex / exhibitionism, getting gagged w ur panties (also in atsumus part..), established relationship, mirror sex in omi's part, oral (f!recieving), use of petnames like "baby" "beautiful" and "darlin'"
➳ wc ;; 6.8k
➳ a/n ;; my bias for atsumu n iwa are showing so hard. esp atsumu sorry LMAO also tumblr please dont nerf me for using the horny banner <3 pwease <3 thank u kai @/kisseswithkai for the manga cap. and thank u to @katonshoko for beta-ing this nightmare
title is from doja cat song, candy! happy reading <33
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Iwaizumi Hajime always catches you off-guard.
It’s nothing major. He’s not the grand gesture type to begin with, so you’re never knocked on your ass by any of his choices or random decisions. He’s never off-guard in a way that would upset you or disrupt your average and daily routine. You think, for the most part, the way Iwaizumi makes decisions is standard. He’s a little strict about it even, certain things about himself unchanged in the most comforting way.
But, sometimes he does things, and they strike you as almost out of character. Sometimes, he buys you little trinkets, or acts a little unusually affectionate with you. It’s always the briefest gestures that make your heart race the loudest. Confessions about how long he’s actually liked you versus when he told you, or even what things he’s strangely sentimental about. His normally aggressive features softened out and well-lit, looking like the second male lead in a shoujo manga. It’s the little things that remind you that he loves you, in a soft way and not just a tough one.
Iwaizumi Hajime always catches you a little off-guard, though most days you know what to expect to come out of his mouth, others he hits you with something just a little out of left-field. It’s enough to make you do a double take, at the very least. Most of the time, you just giggle and tease him a bit. Other times you stare at him in disbelief before breaking out into a grin.
Today, it makes you stumble a little. Coming home after a long day and even longer hours, you kick off your shoes and plant yourself into your couch, face buried in pillows while you take a long deep breath. You’re exhausted, half-way between tense and dead. When Iwaizumi finds you, he can’t help but laugh a little.
“Welcome home, baby,” are the first words out of his mouth, a raspy chuckle attached at the end. You lift your head up, face smushed into a frown with your arms held all the way out. He stares at you then laughs again. Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around his neck and he picks you up, just briefly before sitting himself down on the couch with you in his lap. You give him wide eyes, tired ones - a groan leaving your mouth as you settle in the crook of his neck. He smells like home - a little like deodorant and sweat. It makes you feel dizzy.
“Rough day?”
Another groan makes him chuckle as you cling to him, sighing.
“Yeah. Work was weirdly busy,”
“That so?”
“Mm.. yeah,’
It’s quiet for a few seconds, and Iwaizumi already has his hands under your work shirt - just resting on your waist. He’s got calluses all over his hands, from the pads of his fingers down to the palms and you can feel the friction. It makes you warm all over, everything about Iwaizumi tends to do that to you.
“I need to force myself to relax a little,” you muse, slumped in his arms.
“I could help you with that,”
You pull back to meet his eyes, green and pretty, staring back at you. They look low, curious even. You squint, putting your hands on his chest.
“Huh.. how's that?”
Suddenly his hands travel down the expanse of your back, around your ass and thighs. He grabs a handful, and you squeak, catching onto the fact he wants to do something lewd. You shift your weight a little, pulling back more but he holds you there - your arms on his shoulders to keep you steady.
“Kinda want you to sit on my face,” he murmurs, voice dropping impossibly low as he leans forward, kisses landing on your throat. You gasp - distracted by the warmth of his mouth on your skin. You want to push back but he’s strong enough to hold you there, impossibly close.
“I’ll crush you,”
“And I’ll die a happy man,”
“Hajime,” you protest, voice weak.
This time he kisses you, searing hot. His tongue slips against yours and you melt right into him. Falling into his trap so easily as you moan and kiss him, letting yourself grind a little on his lap. You think he’s too dangerous for his own good.
“C’mon baby,” ― he sounds clear, concise ―”It’ll help you destress,”
“After my shower, maybe,”
He’s stern about this, wrapping his arms around your midriff and holding you.
“I wanna see how your day went, don’t shower. Give me all of it,”
Your lack of further protest is enough to ignite him. He’s already repositioning - moving all the pillows off of your couch until there’s enough room. He lays flat on his back and then pats his stomach, watching with great interest as you strip yourself of your day clothes. Nothing but flimsy cotton between him and his prize, he watches as you crawl over his lap. He seats you over his bulge, his hard cock pressed between your folds. A little shiver runs through his body while he watches you take your top off. Everything about you is so pretty, chest soft and nipples hard. He grinds into you a little harder.
You crawl over with hesitance and you can feel his arms, strong and big around your waist, pulling you down. You’re still hovering, just barely above him but Iwaizumi is wordless, pulling your panties to one side before forcing the rest of your weight down on him. You can feel it. His nose pressed right into your navel and how far his tongue reaches, the edges and the details of his face. You’re trying to move but he won’t let you, nails deep in your thighs as he pokes his tongue out and lays it flat against your clit.
You moan, loud and unruly, as you feel the heat of his tongue. The heavy muscles drags once, then twice over the nub before he sets a pace. Not too fast or too slow, just right, enough pressure to make you out of your mind. He’s always been good at everything, almost without trying. You figure this is no different, but you’re still caught off guard. In a new position and he has you bent over the side of the couch, praying to a god who’s name you can’t remember. It’s not sloppy but careful, almost precise how fast he gets you to unravel.
Your fear of crushing him disappears from your psyche as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Knuckles curled around the arm of your couch, turning white as you hiccup a moan, his name.
“H-haji, Haji, Haji. ‘m gonna..c..cum!”
The words come out incoherent, nothing but a ragged breath inside of your lungs as your whole body spasms and you cum all of his face, on his tongue and chin. He shows no signs of stopping even as your whole body jerks. A soft swallow sounds underneath you and a loosened grip is enough to know he’s giving you a breather, as you scoot back to observe him and the mess all over him. His green eyes peer up at you, a harsh hit landing on your ass.
“Fuck.. do you have work tommorrow?”
You shake your head.
“Good.. I’m gonna need you to get back here,” ― he wipes his chin, licking the back of his hand ― “I know you can give me a few more than that,”
Above all else, you would consider Sakusa Kiyoomi an aloof character.
That isn’t meant with any malice. You don’t really resent him for it and you’ve never found any reason to resent him either. It’s not like he’s incapable of being good to you or anything else extreme. He’s considerably blunt, and some would call him brutally honest. But, really, you think he’s more compassionately honest than he is brutal. He’s sarcastic when he wants to be but it’s always pretty charming, mostly observational comments here and there. A surprisingly good sense of humor.
He does most things with a predictable attitude. He likes the things he likes, dislikes the things he dislikes - same as always.. He’s had the same favorite song since he was in highschool, doesn’t like his eggs too runny (“They’re best if they’re a little jammy in the middle, and fried on the edges”) and he likes to take things slow. You didn’t kiss him for the first 6 months you were dating. Everything he does takes practice, takes time - even getting him to open up. You consider it a feat, seeing sides of him no one else gets too.
There’s nothing bad about it, really. You think the stability of his very being is grounding, and you like the way he does things precisely. No cut corners or frayed edges but practice, patience. When you find your temper lost or your frazzled, Omi is always there. He likes to think things through for you when you feel like you can’t, mind scattered one million and one directions. He’s not very verbal about his feelings.
He’s a little bit aloof, a little stand-offish the first few times you speak to him but you think that’s to be expected. It’s his default, that standard and clean slate. You like it and you find he rarely strays from it.
So you consider yourself lucky, when you do see him stray from it. You hate to admit it but there’s something about seeing him frustrated that gets your gears turning. A subtlety to it like he’s trying to hold his composure together, an eyebrow furrow. His tongue in his cheek, a little huff leaving his mouth. Sakusa has a set of tells that you’ve learned to look out for. He paces around a bit more, and his hands stay in his pockets instead of resting at his sides. If his mask stays pulled over his face the whole night instead of coming off every now and again, to kiss you or take a drink.
All kinds of things can make him irate, so after a long gala - you’re not expecting his mood to be peachy. You know he’ll want some alone time to decompress for a while, so you give that to him but retreat to the bathroom in your hotel. It’s big and spacious, comfy for you to just hang out in. You’re expecting to be in there until he feels better and eventually seeks you out with a cool-head.
So it surprises you, really, when you see him pull through the bathroom. The doors still open, and he’s only half undressed. His shirts unbuttoned to reveal a strong chest, and his hairs pushed back. The only that’s off are his shoes, ties, and blazers - but his pants are still on and snug. You glance at him, halfway through the mirror. More confused than anything.
“...Hey, Omi,” ― you hesitate. pausing as you take off your chain ― “Did you need something, my love?”
He looks uncomfortable, agitated. The way he steps into the bathroom a little more and leans on the counter, facing you with his arms crossed. It doesn’t lend you any hints to what he’s feeling, and he can feel it - your concern growing with every passing second. He looks at you and maybe it’s because he’s a little tipsy. The liquid courage in his system might be making him feel like this, all prickly skin under his collar and high with the adrenaline of a long night.
“I want you to sit on my face,” ― he says, with no pause or breaks or even any warning ― “Please. I’d appreciate it,”
There’s something especially Kiyoomi about the last part, the burning desire masked underneath too much honesty and a little bit of shame. You drop whatever's in your hands to look at him and he gives you this look of what can only be despair. It makes your core clench, your whole body shivering.
“...Can I ask what brought this about?”
“You looked good tonight,” is his short reply, as if that’s enough reason for the sudden and abrupt question. As if that explains everything perfectly. For Sakusa, it does. You shift a little, clit suddenly preening for attention.
“Is that all you wanna do..? It’s been a long night but,”
“Yeah. I can.. I don’t need to… I just want you on my face,” ― he says again, even more quietly than before ― “Please,”
“It’s..I don’t mind. I just wasn’t expecting it so I’m not ready, so if you wanna give me 15. I can shave and -”
“Don’t do that. I’m impatient. C’mere,”
It’s only a few words and Kiyoomi is dragging you by the hand, to the big king-size bed in the middle of the room. He motions for you to sit first and you do, on the edge of the bed towards the headboard. You criss-cross as Sakusa lays on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor with the rest of his body on the mattress.
“Sit this way.. want you to face the mirror,”
Your eyes go wide as saucers, and you stare at him. He looks generally unfazed but there’s an impatience to his actions, arms reaching up and back. You scoot forward too far and he ends up dragging you until your lower half is hovering just over his face. Your hands are splayed on his thighs to hold yourself up. But you’re not like that for long.
He takes your panties off, a soft groan leaving his mouth at the sight of your cunt. Pretty and perfect for him - soaked. The visual is enough to make his mouth water and it only takes a few seconds for one of his arms to circle your waist. He hugs your middle tight, forcing the weight onto him.
You can’t help yourself but squeak, voice gone high at the way Omi’s tongue makes contact with your clit. You can feel the way he snakes around it, hitting the most sensitive angle. Your whole body shakes, hand cupped over your mouth at the way he goes for it so quickly. Sakusa does most things, almost everything, so carefully but he’s lapping at your clit like it’s ambrosia. It feels like he’s getting drunk off of it, tongue dipped carefully between your folds, focused on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
It’s addicting, the feeling of it pulsing on his tongue. You help him unbutton his pants and slide his cock out, readying yourself to return to the favor but just as you get ready, he stops and pulls away.
“Don’t touch me, this is about you. Just need your spit on it,”
You whimper, loud at the way his voice shifts. It makes you feel sticky inside, and you lean forward to do as he asks, spit on it. You watch the way his hand wraps around the base of his cock, jerking himself off while he sucks the soul out of you through your clit. You feel like the airs been knocked right out of your fucking lungs, burning hot between your thighs. It’s almost torturous, not being able to touch him. The steady crescendo of your impending orgasm is enough to distract you from it, and you cum. You cum and you cum hard. Shaking as you catch glimpses of yourself in that big mirror, practically collapsing.
Sakusa pulls away, if only to get a lungful of air, before stroking your pussy with his fingers. He kisses it too, like it’s for good measure.
“I still feel restless. Gonna take more.. okay?”
You whimper, limp. Whatever plans you have out of the window.
Atsumu Miya is one cocky bastard.
This is.. kind of true. To a degree, you think when it comes to things he cares about - he has this tendency to be a little cocky about it. He gets in over his head a lot, bites off more than he can chew. He’s good at making sure things work out regardless of whether or not they should. This is what makes him one of the best setters in all of Japan, and overall a good player. Not only is he willing to take the risk, he almost always manages to execute it.
You think he has, for the most part, good reason to be so cocky. You like that attitude in him, a certain kinda fire lighting up in his eyes when he has some impossibility or plan that he wants to set up. You’ve seen him on the court more times than you can count on your fingers and toes - you know exactly the face he makes when he’s gonna do something extreme. To you, he’s almost screaming it with his actions. He’ll bend forward with his hands on his knees, and his whole body will get a little tight. His tongue slips over his lips and he grins, big with all of his teeth. He’s telling the whole world in that moment - just fucking watch me.
Outside of the court, you think Atsumu is a bit of a dweeb. Between the two brothers, he still has that overzealous confidence but he doesn’t really come off as a jerk. He just has an excitement, like he’s bursting at the seams to show you how cool he is. He doesn’t always fail miserably. You do think he’s cool, most of the time. You think he’s good at talking and he’s charming, and a little dorky in a hot way. He doesn’t take himself too seriously, to begin with. You like that about him, too , always have.
Sometimes, and rarely, you see Atsumu really, really want something. He’s not someone who often yearns. He’s too goal oriented for stuff like that, too precise. Everything that Atsumu Miya does or says normally comes with at least a little planning. He thinks a lot, more than he needs too but that has more net positives than net negatives.
So, it’s true that it’s rare to see him want something in such a way, that he’s yearning. But you always know when he does because he has such obvious tells.
It’s a Sunday and Atsumu Miya is in a park with you. You’re all the way in Kyoto - and the seasons are in between so the leaves are pretty colors. It’s still warm enough to be outside without a coat on and the warm breeze slides against your skin. It feels nice out - and you’re having a picnic outside. You spent a while planning today's venture, wanting to get some cute pictures together since you haven’t taken any since before Atsumu went on tour.
That’s all fine and good. It’s been nice so far - you have a little charcuterie board of cheeses and fruits and crackers and deli meat. You’ve taken some cute photos too, the best ones being saved in your phone with the outtakes being welcomed on your story. You’ve even got some handsome outtakes of Atsumu fixing his hair, where he’s smiling. It’s been a good day.
For better or for worse, you know Atsumu Miya like you know the back of your hand. You know his tells, when he wants something. His hands get a little sweaty, fingers curling at the base of his jeans and he moves around more. Shorter sentences and more intense eyes. It’s been a few hours and you’ve mostly managed to ignore it, but you want to stay out a little longer. And you’re not sure if you can do that if you don’t take care of whatever emotion he’s displaying. You breathe a deep sigh, putting your phone down and giving him a tired look.
“What is it,” you say more than ask, like a statement. You already know it’s something. His eyes go wide, and he has the audacity to look surprised. His mouth goes agape.
“Whaddya mean -,”
“Atsumu Miya,”
“What do you want,”
It’s silent for a minute, just a while. Atsumu looks guilty, and he swallows. Opens his mouth a little and then closes it and so on and so forth. Finally after giving it some contemplation, he says something.
“Don’t get mad,”
“I’m gonna kill you. Say it again. Slower.. clearly,”
“I want ya to..sit on my face. Yanno.. like now,”
You pause.
“...Right now?”
He nods his head sheepishly, clasping his hands together with a desperate plea. You stare at him, mouth agape.
“‘tsumu, baby - we’re outside. In public. You are a pro-athlete. You know the answer,”
“An emphatic yes?”
He scoots a little closer to you and you scoot back. Atsumu gets you before you can, slipping a hand between your thighs with a smile. He almost looks innocent, the way he presses his cheek to your shoulder like this is the most casual in the world has you considering a divorce.
His voice does that thing it does where it gets a little soft, a touch lower. Enough to make all the hairs on your neck stand. You curse all setters and their stupid fucking hands - the ones with nimble fingers that drag up the inner most part. You can feel him press into the flesh, and he’s mumbling something.
“C’mon, baby,” ― he coaxes, index finger pressing against the soft spot of your panties ― “If anyone sees well.. wassit matter, right? ‘s what lovers do,”
You tell him, weakly, to shut up. The use of the word lovers has you reeling, stomach singed with heat. You turn to him and he perks up, smiling. It’s like he reads your mind, immediately placing leftovers in the basket and pushing it to the side. You sit on your knees on one end of the blanket but Atsumu pushes you to sit on your ass. He lifts your legs up, hands sliding carefully underneath your skirt and hooking into your panties.
He gets them off in one smooth motion, holding the fabric up like some kind of prize. He folds it carefully, setting your legs down, and opening your mouth. His thumb rests on your bottom lip as he shoves the fabric in your mouth. You whine a little and he kisses your cheek, full with fabric.
“Bite on it if ya wanna make a sound, ‘kay beautiful?” he tells you. You watch, biting on the fabric with almost spite, as Atsumu lays on the ground. He taps his cheek with two fingers.
“Hop on,”
You leave your skirt on and do what he tells you, looking around anxiously to see if anyone is around. It’s empty, you’ve chosen a spot far out enough that there’s no one within a few hundred feet. You seat yourself, not sure how to hold your skirt, but Atsumu pulls it down so he’s trapped. He pats your thigh a little, almost like he knows you’ll panic. In a few seconds, he’s got a hand on your thigh. You’re facing forward and Atsumu kisses the hood of your clit before he takes initiative.
This is ridiculous and unbelievable and fuck - Atsumus mouth feels so good. He eats you with so much confidence, his tongue diving between your folds to lap at everything soaked between your thighs. You can’t help but bite down, drooling down your chin as the makeshift gag garners more teeth marks. Your clit is sore with how harshly throbs, blood pumping through and making your body go as hot as the sun. You can’t do anything but choke, hands curled into fists as your head tries to make sense of everything it’s feeling. All you can feel or think about is Atsumu and the little circles he’s drawing in your thigh while he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking to add a layer of pressure. It feels good, like the heat does after a cold night of winter, that burning sensation permeating through your whole body.
You’re going to cum and you’re going to cum soon, and Atsumu has to know because he goes faster and harder. In what feels like a matter of your seconds your whole body convulses and you go limp, like everything in you has been squeezed. You hang on by a thread as you cum, replacing the gag in your mouth by cupping your head as you moan his name.
When you feel like you can breathe, you lift your skirt up to look at Atsumu, hot and sweaty. When you lean back, he smiles, biting your inner thigh.
“Good right?”
Right. He is a cocky bastard indeed.
There is nothing Suna Rintarou enjoys more than doing fuck-all.
He likes a lot of things, though. He likes Travis Scott, and Batman, and playing video games at ungodly hours. He likes being awake at dawn and sleeping in public places because for some reason that’s super relaxing. He really likes playing volleyball because he’s been doing it for more years than he understands and he hardly ever gets tired of it. Suna likes to appreciate things for what they are, so rarely will he ever pretend to like something. If he’s gonna partake in something, he’s gonna go all in
There are things he doesn’t like, like sneakerheads on Twitter, and any weather that’s too hot. He’s also not really a fan of super oily lotions, and has a shitty relationship with certain barbershops on the west-end of his city. For the most part, Suna Rintarou likes to keep things.. consistent where he can. He’s a man who’s willing to change and he’s really good at admitting when he’s wrong about something. He needs to be good at that to strike a good balance within himself. Regardless, he’s pretty consistent with his taste.
He likes to do things with assurance, so when he likes something - he really likes it and vice-versa. There’s probably some universe where Suna isn’t a volleyball player but some sort of advertiser. He can justify almost everything he does, even if he doesn’t have too. It’s not really that he talks in circles but that he wants to make sure people have it clear. That everything he partakes in, he enjoys immensely and thoroughly, and that the things he hates are objectively bad. He likes to argue with subjective things just because it makes him laugh.
Of all the things Suna Rin enjoys doing, he enjoys doing fucking nothing the most of all.
There is precisely 0 sarcasm in that statement. In fact, it’s maybe the most honest thing he’s said since his career started. Suna busts his ass when he needs you to optimize “doing nothing time,” which is any and all time that has a net zero productivity. Where he lays into his couch and watches Tik Tok. He likes this time the most, in part, because he knows you’re a working part of his “favorite things'' playlist. Doing nothing means he can be with you and Suna likes you a lot more than he knows what to do with half the time. It’s weird for him because normally in relationships, he has a tendency to be aloof. He’s not super expressive about his feelings but with you, it’s different. With you, Suna tends to nudge and worm his way into your presence, your view. He likes you, he can say this with the utmost amount of confidence.
You have to admit that you like doing nothing with Suna, too. You don’t think there’s anything like spending time just laying next to each other, conversing every few minutes with long moments of silence in between. When he comes home from practice early, you don’t bother moving from your spot. You’re sure he’ll waltz into your shared bedroom with a yawn and invite himself into your space.
After about 15 minutes, you can almost feel his presence before you hear him. The door clicks open, and you turn your head a little to catch a glimpse of him. A black t-shirt and basketball shorts, all of his hair pushed back since it’s wet. He dries it with a towel, shaking it out.
“Hey, baby,” you hum. Suna looks at you, about to say hey back when he catches a glimpse of you. Laying on your stomach with nothing but some panties, and a big shirt that rests right above your ass that you haven’t bothered to fix. He’s trying not to be distracted but he fails miserably, gaping.
Instead of saying anything more, Suna strides towards you and spreads your legs apart a little farther. You’re moments away from questioning him, a little gasp leaving your mouth. He lays between your legs, facing the ceiling, his hands reaching up to squeeze your ass.
“Well hello to you too,” you chuckle. Suna doesn’t say anything for a while.
“You should get on your knees and sit on my face, I think. For all my hardwork in practice,” Suna tells you, informs you, incredibly amused. You feel a flutter pass through you, squirming.
“You’re so annoying, Rin. No hello? No,’how was your day?’”
He pauses.
“Hello. How was your day? Good? Great, me too. Anyways, you should -”
You can’t help but laugh at him, it’s so on-brand. You sit up on your knees and scoot back until you’re hovering just over his chest. Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek and he smiles, fingers finding your thighs with new-found confidence. You roll your eyes.
“You’re the worst,”
“Give me 10 minutes and I can change your mind,”
He says it as his fingers curl into the waistband of your panties. All it takes is a few seconds, and Suna slides them down your thighs. He pushes you up, gently, until you’re hovering over his face. You lift your leg until the fabrics out of the way and Suna sighs right against your thigh, teeth sinking into the flesh as you whimper. Suna can’t keep his hands off of you, massaging your thigh with strong palms as he drags your sex closer and closer to his face.
His breath is warm and minty, hot over your core. It makes you shiver, hands reaching for his hairs as you whine out. A small “Rin,” leaves your lips and that’s all it takes for Suna to dip his tongue out and over. There’s not anything precise to it, it’s a messy and wet stroke, with the hardened tip of his tongue, grazing over sensitive folds. Suna is confident about the things he likes, and he loves to do fuck-all, but when it comes to making you feel good - he never cuts any corners.
Another stroke but this time with flattened tongue, he makes sure your clit is angled perfectly on his mouth and let’s his hands do the rest of the work. He guides your hips and rocks you against his own mouth, lets you grind into his face as he gets face-deep in your cunt. The pleasure is slow at first, almost gentle, like he’s massaging your clit with his mouth. Your whole body feels like it’s being pulled apart, soft and sticky - warm like pastries from the oven. Your thighs clench at the sensation, moaning as Suna hardens his tongue. You’re riding his face but Suna makes sure he does all the work, the fat of your thighs dimpling under the grip of his fingers. Your clit goes back and forth on his mouth and your insides go molten - arousal dripping into his mouth.
The sensation is too much, like it’s gonna swallow you up along with it. It comes the way a wave hits the tides and your whole body starts to go so tight. Your core and your thighs all tensed, as you fold over, gripping the headboard until your knuckles turn white. You want to warn him, and you try but Suna can tell you’re coming much earlier than you do.
“Oh.. oh please,” and you cum, hard, right into Suna’s mouth. A whole tremor moves you and a silent scream has your mouth dropped in an O. Too much, too much, too much. Fuck it feels so good.
You lean back, breathless, to look at Suna who gives you a happy smirk.
“Still the worst?”
You throw your head back and laugh, struggling to breathe.
“Yeah. Definitely,”
Tsukishima Kei is mean.
If you tell this to someone, they probably wouldn’t even think twice before agreeing with you. In fact, you think they’d pause to ask you why you’ve bothered saying something so painfully obvious. Water is wet. The sky is blue. Grass is green. All of these things are obvious statements, with no point to reiterating them because yes.. obviously these things are true. Some things aren’t subjective, like the qualities of a human being. It’s like saying Tsukishima is tall, an objectively true statement. Tsukishima Kei is mean - among other things, sure, but mean above all else.
For you, at the very least, it’s pretty easy to see through Tsukishima. It’s true that to a degree, he has a complex about his intelligence. But there’s a lot of other things, more vulnerable things, about him that exist too. He hates putting in effort because he’s deathly afraid of embarrassing himself. His self-worth is strangely low for someone so capable, and he hates when he’s not good at things right away. You think most of the things he says that come off as mean, while mostly true, simply exist because he projects a lot. The older you both get, the more he grows out of it, but old habits die hard. Tsukishima Kei is mean, that’s not exactly wrong.
But he also has kind of a dorky sense of humor, he laughs a little hard at things he’s not supposed to. He likes playing Magic The Gathering, and he has bad fashion taste. He would never admit this, but he also enjoys cutesy things. When he sees stuffed animals in the store, or decorated notes and pens - he buys them for you because he can’t justify buying them for himself. He likes the sound of your voice over the phone, and sometimes he knows he’s being callous - so he gives himself a 20 minute breather so he doesn’t freak out on you. Tsukishima Kei is well aware that he’s hard to get along with, smart as he is - he’s not good at feelings. Not good at saying what he wants or what he needs.
So, it’s true that he’s mean. His version of flirting with you is teasing you, messing with you, making fun of you. But, no matter what he says, he always tells on himself with what he does. When he tells you that you’re an idiot, but he leans down to tie your laces anyways. So on and so forth - you think Tsukshima Kei is just.. bad at being honest. With himself and with you, so he says the opposite of what he means, hoping he can throw you off of his tracks.
You’re probably one of the only people who sees through Tsukishima with such an alarming amount of ease. Other than the obvious Yamguchi, and even Yachi - everytime Tsukishima opens his mouth with a teasing comment or aggravating word, you’re the first person to call him on his shit. Tsukishima fell for you begrudgingly, after calling you all sorts of things - it was followed by a stupid confession. He bought you a rose and made you a card (that Yamaguchi forced him to make) and told you how he felt about you.
Lucky for him, you liked him back. And now you’re here, deep into a relationship, and still in the process of trying to get him to tell you his feelings. You’ve learned it now, the meaner he’s being - the harder it is for him to say what he thinks. It catches you by surprise when you two are out on a date, later in the evening, and you hear Tsukishima comment on your outfit with a soft blush painted on his face.
“With your legs out like that, you’re gonna go and get yourself sick,”
You know he doesn’t actually give a shit what you wear, but his comment makes you pause anyway.A soft breeze passes by. The two of you are meant to be heading home soon but you turn to look at him under the street-lights anyways. He’s burning red, up to the tips of his ear and down to his chest. He looks at you weakly before looking away.
“You’re terrible at this,” you comment, amused. He scoffs at you but can’t argue in the end - but you pull down your shorts over your thighs anyways. After that you keep walking with Tsukishima in tow. Your apartment is a few minutes away, but you decide to tease him anyways.
“Whaddya want, Kei? You know I’m not gonna say no,”
It’s not like he can tell you, directly, that he wants you to sit on his face. He can’t even tell you that it’s embarrassing, so his mouth is snapped shut. It’s quiet the whole way home, into the elevator, the first floor, and all the way until you’ve unlocked the door. Only after all that, does Tsukishima take a shaky inhale when he gets inside the door and you turn to glance at him. He looks nervous, unsure.
“I want you to..”
You turn around, and coax him - a soft look of curiosity in your eyes. As fun as it is to tease him, sometimes you just want him to be straightforward. You don’t wanna push him into a corner.
“You want me too?”
“I want you to sit on my face,” he says, clumsy and awkward. Your eyes go wide at his request, and you stare at him. His hands stuffed in his pockets, looking at everything but you - huffing as if he’s getting ready to defend himself.
“..Right now?”
His mouth falls open and he stumbles a little, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say no.
“Yeah. Yeah.. right now,”
As if the opportunity might slip him by, he weaves past you and goes to the couch in your living room. You follow him curious, watching as he sits on the floor with his head back onto the couch cushion. He takes his glasses off with a soft sigh, running his hands through his hair to push it back.
“You sure that’ll be comfy for you?”
“I want it to be.. this position is.. yeah. Just do it before I embarrass myself more.. please,”
Tsukishima watches briefly as you take your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, the bare sight of your skin making him swallow all the saliva in his mouth. You crawl towards him on the couch, settling yourself over his face. You thread your fingers through his blonde locks with a soft sigh.
“Okay.. tap if you can’t breathe,”
“I promise you I’m not tapping,”
You laugh a little at the joke he cracks, before settling yourself right over his mouth. You’re not sure what you’re expecting from him - it’s the first time you’ve done it in such a position. It’s Tsukishima, so you know what he’s like when he gives head. He does almost everything with efficiency, and you figure this won’t be any different. It’s like you forgot what you knew, that Tsukishima's actions tell on him before his mouth ever could. It’s why you let out a loud gasp at the feeling of his tongue, the way his skinny fingers drag the entire weight of you down onto his face. You’re not sure what you planned for it to happen.
But you do know that you’re not expecting him to be so sloppy, the muscle of his tongue running on every inch of your skin as he sucks your clit right into his mouth. It’s messy, more than it’s anything else, the lewd sound of sucking and slurping making your whole body convulse. It’s nothing like what you’re expecting, the sudden frenzy of pleasure - merciless as it fries each of your nerves. Every part of you feels sensitive. Your hairs on your neck stand all on their own as Tsukishima moans between your legs, keening for you to give him more. The vibrations strike you like a match, heat pooling inside of your cunt. You’re dripping and reactive, every movement driving you into the edge. You aren’t sure what to do with yourself.
“Kei.. Kei - holy shit,”
Your orgasm is too sudden for you to warn him, all you know is that your eyes get screwed shut and your whole body stops, and you cum with everything you have. You cum and you cum and you cum and Tsukishima doesn’t show any signs of stopping until you’re tearing himself from your face.
You step off completely, sitting on the couch with your body slumped into cushions. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, sighing.
“I didn’t say I was finished, you know,”
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kshira · a month ago
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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
✰ kinktober masterlist
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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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#Includes: Multiple boys (Ushijima, Sakusa, Atsumu, Kuroo, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)
#genre: Smut
#warnings: choking, belly bulge, size kink, dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia , gagging, afab reader, pet names.
Minors for the love of all that’s holy please DO NOT interact , thank you :)
Sakusa: Relishes in the feeling of his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Not just during sex but whenever. It makes him feel like he’s fully in control and you’re at his mercy plus the image of your eyes rolling to the back of your head every time he does it just edges him closer. And without fail the feeling of you gripping his wrist and clawing at his hands when his dick gets too much, sends him over the edge and has him pulling out and cumming all over your puffy pussy.
Ushijima: Everyone knows he’s a big boy and the same can be said about his dick, mans got a horse cock. Loves watching you struggle to take him but the best part…him pressing down on your belly bulge. He’s so big that you can see him through your stomach and the visual of him going in and out of you makes both of you groan. He’ll press down on it and say things like: “look how deep I am baby” “do you feel me in here love? Let’s see if I can go deeper, you can take it”
Atsumu: This man loves dirty talk. Will whisper the nastiest shit into your ear just to feel the tight clench of your cunt that drives him mad. Will ask questions like “does that feel good baby?” knowing you physically can’t reply and watch with amusement as you try to moan out a reply, but don’t worry he knows his baby’s too fucked out to respond and his aim is to get you to a place where you’re seeing stars.
Kuroo: The way he looks at you. With low lidded eyes and an easy seductive smirk. Often gives you that look when you’re riding him and begging him to do something, but he just leans back against the headboard with his hands tucked behind his head and watches you struggle. He finds the desperation in your bounces so fucking hot, how eager you are to get off and begging him to help just makes his smirk stretch wider. Its only when tears of frustration start to well up in your eyes that he decides to put an end to your torture and places his hands on your waist and plants his feet on the bed, then harshly thrusts up, “my pretty baby can’t do anything without my help, don’t worry I’m here now kitten”
Oikawa: The noises he let’s out. Has the prettiest moans and whines that make your pussy leak like nothing else. Most of the time you’re just trying to get him to moan and make noises and he doesn’t understand what’s so hot about them, he finds himself a little insecure of the noises he makes because they aren’t ‘masculine’ and deep. What has you creaming around him nine times out of ten is when he moans right into your ear while slowly thrusting in and out of you and in a high-pitched whine tells you how good you feel.
Iwaizumi: Holds you close every time. That’s why his favourite positions are missionary and spooning. Wants to feel every single part of you when he’s buried deep inside of you because it makes him feel even more connected to you and increases the intimacy of it. In missionary he’ll be practically flush against you, your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, while he’ll either be sucking softly on your neck or ear or making out with you, tongues wrapped around each other and breathily moaning into each other.
Tsukishima: When he thinks you’re being too loud, he’ll put two of his long digits into your mouth and order you to suck. He loves shoving them a bit too far down your throat, so you gag a little and tear up. Will watch those pretty tears cascade down your face with a smirk as he continues delivering hard deep thrusts, “shhh you’re making too much noise baby, wouldn’t want anyone to here how fucked out you are”
Enjoy sluts
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hxdruss · 6 months ago
how they fuck.
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CHARACTERS. sakusa, bokuto, matsukawa, kyōtani, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kageyama, yamaguchi, tsukishima, hinata, sugawara, daichi, yachi, kenma, kuroo, goshiki, aran, osamu.
UPDATE. i was recently informed that the account some of the videos are from has been suspended, which makes me really sad because that destroys the entire point of this post lmfao. but as of 7/27, iwaizumi, hanamaki, yamaguchi, tsukishima, hinata, sugawara, daichi, kenma’s second video, kuroo, and goshiki’s videos are still accessible!! sorry for the inconvenience :(
WARNINGS. smut. f!reader mainly but some can be gn! or m!reader. individual warnings for each video.
NOTE. i had these saved from my 600 follower event and wanted to do something with them, and then i saw something like this for mha and wanted to do my own for hq. i really hope all the links work or this is gonna be awkward bc i didnt check...
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literally just nsfw twitter vids with short drabbles.
sakusa hovering over you with his hand around your neck, slapping your cheeks as he degrades you and tells you how much of a fucking slut you are.
tw: one face slap. choking.
bokuto after being away for almost a month because of volleyball, telling you how much he needs you as he fucks the both of you into overstimulation.
tw: overstimulation probably. a bunch of cum.
matsukawa tying you up and overstimulating you until you’re crying, begging for him to put his thick cock in you already.
tw: gag. blindfold. bondage i guess.
kyoutani holding you down as he thrusts into you, telling you to never flirt with his teammates again because you belong to him, right before he pulls out and cums all over you to mark you as his.
tw: rough sex. blindfold. face slapping.
iwaizumi teaching you a lesson for teasing him all day, rubbing up against him in front of his friends, touching him and yourself after he repeatedly told you not to. he was going to make you regret testing him, but first, he’s going to fuck you dumb until not a single thought forms in your pretty little head.
tw: rough sex. manhandling. face and pussy slapping. fingering. squirting.
hanamaki letting you ride him to your heart’s content, admiring the sight before him as he tells you how beautiful you are as you cum around his cock for the nth time.
tw: soft sex. nothing really.
kageyama taking his post-game energy out on you as he pulls on your hair and massages your tits, hoping seeing you cum for the nth time will finally tire him out.
tw: a little hair pulling, that’s it though.
kageyama feeling his face turn red at the sound of you chuckling lowly, calling him a good boy as he cums, his release dripping down your breasts.
tw: tit fucking.
yamaguchi cumming after you pull your hands away, whining and whimpering at the smile that comes over your face at how fucked out he looks from your simple touches.
tw: handjob.
yamaguchi rubbing his cock against your cunt before slowly sliding into you, listening to you praise him as he tries to hold off from cumming too soon, knowing this reward of you allowing him to set the pace would only last so long.
tw: soft sex. nothing else i don’t think.
tsukishima slowly down when you get close, running his hands all over your body as he tells you how dirty you are for liking the way his hand hits your ass, only to praise you for taking what he gives you so well.
tw: a little hair pulling. one spank.
hinata fucking his hand to the thought of you, knowing he’d be punished for it later, but traveling for volleyball and being away from you for so long is really starting to take a toll on him, and he needs some sort of release sooner or later… you understand, right?
tw: male masturbation.
sugawara surprising you by giving you permission to ride him, telling you that you can set the pace for once, but he can only keep his promise for so long before he’s thrusting up into you, praising you for being so good for him as he fucks you into overstimulation.
tw: not rough but fast (?) LMFAO. a little spank at the end (not really though).
daichi not being able to keep his hands off you when he sees you cooking in the kitchen, bending you over the counter and fucking his cock into you, letting himself use your body until he can’t anymore.
tw: rough sex. some spanking.
daichi sending you a video while you’re away on a trip for work, showing you just how much he needs you knowing you can’t do anything about it but wait patiently, his strict rule of not touching yourself without permission ringing in the back of your mind as you rub your legs together.
tw: male masturbation. a fuck ton of cum.
yachi crying underneath you as you stuff her full of your strap, spanking her ass every once in a while just to hear her cute whines about it being too much, but you know deep down this is exactly what she wants.
tw: sex toys (a strap).
kenma letting you ride him because he knows how needy you are, but making you go slow so he can focus on his game, ignoring your pleads for more as he reminds you who’s in charge.
tw: nothing i don’t think.
kenma palming your tits as you let out little whimpers for more, trailing his hand down your stomach to rub your clit, telling you to ignore him and continue playing on your phone as he touches you teasingly.
tw: nothing.
kuroo making you face away from him, telling you if you make him cum that maybe, just maybe he’ll let you turn around and see his pretty face. he keeps his hand on your ass, slapping it when you slow down or get close to your orgasm, reminding you that you can’t cum until he does.
tw: mmm nothing again.
telling goshiki he can touch himself as much as he wants while you’re away at work, but he’s not allowed to cum or you’ll punish him. so he does as you say, pinching his sensitive nipples as he whines for more, hoping and praying this would be enough to satisfy him until you get home.
tw: use of toys (dildo).
goshiki humping his pillow until he gets close, whining and moaning as he fucks his hand and cums all over his stomach. he knows it’s not enough, it’s never enough, he needs you but you’re not here, so this is the best he’s going to get until you can take care of your poor little boy.
tw: male masturbation. pillow humping.
aran coming home from a game to see you touching yourself in his favorite pair of lingerie without his permission. he’s on you before you know it, quickly thrusting into you at the pace he wants, knowing it’s too much for you, but ultimately not caring—you disobeyed him, what did you expect?
tw: rough sex.
osamu holding you in his arms as you shake from the intense orgasm he just gave you before reminding you that you’re not done until he cums. he rubs his hands up and down your soft body, calming you down before he makes you ride him.
tw: rough sex. choking.
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iwasbunny · 2 months ago
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# headcanons. 674 words.
# warnings. twt porn links, afab reader, choking, degradation, praise, daddy kink.
# contains. daichi, suna, atsumu, sakusa.
# note. my baby ( @storms-playhouse ) gave me the idea so credits to him.
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loves to fuck you on your back, it just gives him the best view possible.
he gets to watch your cute little cunt perfectly wrap around his cock, practically pulling him in and milking him dry with every single thrust.
the way your tits bounce while he fucks into you is just addictive to him.
not to mention the whines and whimpers being pulls out of you when you feel his fat cock buried all to way to the hilt in your tight heat.
his hands get to wander from wrapping around your throat to gripping your hips while he fucks you impossibly harder.
“Fuck yeah, doll. You look so pretty like this.. all exposed for me. Bet you like that, don’t you? Mhm, you love it when I fuck you like the needy little slut you are.”
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hits it from the back, we all know it.
suna’s obsessed with watching your ass bounce each time he pulls you onto his cock.
he also gets off to seeing your ass all bruised from his harsh slaps, the way you squeal after each spank has him growling into your ear.
part of him is a little sadistic, which is why he loves to have his hands roughly gripping your hair or jaw while he pulls you into a messy kiss.
sometimes he’ll have his fingers deep in your throat and he loves to hear you gag while he forces it in deeper, just to see those pretty tears.
“S’too much? Too much for you already? Tch, you begged for this cock, angel. Now, shut up and fuckin’ take it like a good girl—my good girl.”
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he likes to fuck you with your face shoved into the mattress.
isn’t afraid to manhandle and be rough with you, especially because he knows you love it, you get off to him being needy for you.
hearing your moans and cries for him all muffled while he keeps you pressed down underneath him is exhilarating.
you just get so fucked out in this position, the angle that his cock is hitting you makes you see stars and leaves you a panting mess.
definitely coos at you when he knows you can’t talk back, too stupid too even try.
“Awh, what’s wrong, princess? Ya sensitive already, mm. I bet’cha enjoyed cumming all over my cock, didn’t even bother askin’ for my permission.. tsk, guess my needy girl needs to learn a lesson.”
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usually likes it when you’re on top
as much as he likes having the control he doesn’t mind letting you take over either.
the desperation in your movements while you grind against his cock has him biting his lip to hold back his groans.
he loves that he gets to see all your adorably dazed expression, your face contorting into one of pleasure while you fuck his cock brings him even closer to the edge.
the position allows him to be close to you; needing pulling you into a kiss and sucking on your nipples, it’s heaven for him.
“That’s my good girl, takin’ this cock so well.. you were made to be my little slut, hm. Let me see that pretty face.. I want you to look at me while you cream all over my cock.”
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kurosukii · 2 months ago
imagine "accidentally" sending nudes to the msby 4 guys (individually)
☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — male masturbation, filming/taking a picture, mentions of fingering, tit-fucking, sex toy, kind of exhibitionism, msby boys have naughty thoughts about you <3
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❖ — ATSUMU wipes his wet hands on a paper towel before he reaches for his phone when he hears it buzz in his pocket. he blinks once and suddenly he finds himself locked in one of the bathroom stalls in his brother's restaurant. his mouth drops down in shock as his eyes widen upon scrutinizing the photo you sent him. you're on all fours, back arched with your naked ass beckoning him. he groans as he bumps his head on the door, seeing a sliver of your pussy lips teasing him. his cock is already hard and there's no other thing to do but relieve himself of the problem you gave him. atsumu zooms in your glistening cunt as he dips his hand down his pants and pulls his cock out, biting his lower lip as he rapidly strokes his shaft to the thought of fucking you from behind as you moan his name again and again.
❖ — BOKUTO thinks he's having his regular wet dream in which you're always the star. his naturally owlish eyes grow wider when he sees the risqué photo that you may have accidentally sent him; your eyes are glossy, lips between your teeth as two fingers are buried in your wet cunt. bokuto groans low in his throat, feeling his cock twitch and harden in his shorts underneath the blanket. he looks to his left, seeing that roommate is facing away from him, and thinks fuck it before he quietly pulls his shorts down until his aching cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. he bites his lip to stifle his whine as he looks at your picture again, large hand wrapped around his shaft as heavy pants and the slick sounds of him fisting his cock to your lewd picture fills the dark room—imagining that it's his thicker and longer fingers playing with your cunt.
❖ — HINATA groans as he tilts his head back towards his locker, silently thanking every god or deity out there that he's the only one left in the locker room, because there's no way he'll ever show the rest of the guys a photo of you cupping your bare tits with your fingers pinching your nipples. his face is hot and red as he turns around, his forehead pressing against the cold metal as he tugs his shorts down until they're pooled around his ankles. he reaches for the hem of his shirt and puts them between his teeth, his cock leaking and angry as he angles his phone so that his hand wrapped around his dick fills the screen. hinata presses play and closes his eyes tightly, vividly picturing that he's fucking your tits and cumming all over your chest and neck.
❖ — SAKUSA grunts as his phone dings, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he remembers how he explicitly told his teammates not to contact him on his day off. but his expression quickly becomes dumbfounded when he realizes that it's you and the photo you sent is something that he has only daydreamed of. you're squatting, and not only that, you're squatting with a dildo inside of you. sakusa's brain short-circuits when he realizes that the toy is eerily similar to that of his own cock. he doesn't care if the photo isn't meant for him or that he already has his hand down his pants as his thumb smears a bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip. he moans your name breathily, pulling his pants down to his thighs as he takes a photo of his hand wrapped around his thick cock before throwing his phone to the side. he starts stroking his cock, squeezing his shaft tightly as he imagines it's your wet pussy clenching and dragging along the length of him.
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atsymu · 3 months ago
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;featuring. timeskip!miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarō, miya osamu + kita shinsuke.
warnings. 18+ minors dni. f. reader, nsfw links + twt pxrn.
note. maybe a tokyo rev one coming soon later this week also <3
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tsumu bouncing you on his cock after a hard practice, too impatient to wait until you’re home after seeing his pretty baby cheering for him in the stands.
lying on your back while tsumu fucks your mouth, just because he loves seeing the bulge in your throat while you take his fat cock.
him begging you to sit on his face just so he can lose himself in the taste of your pretty pussy.
tsumu eating you out when he sees how pretty you look to go out with friends, making sure you know he’s the one who owns your pussy.
kou has no problem finger fucking you in public when you’re always looking so pretty for him, if you’d let him he’d fuck you too.
bokuto loves seeing your pretty pussy filled with his seed, maybe that’s why he can never stop at one.
bokuto finally being able to bury himself in your cunt after hes been away for a game.
he always gets impatient when you get him worked up, promising to buy you another new tights as he babbles below you.
hajime fucking you to sleep after dealing with you grinding up against him all night “all you had to do was ask, doll.”
letting him wrap his fingers around your throat while his fat cock stretches your walls.
iwaizumi slapping your ass until you’ve learned your lesson, he doesn’t take too well to your bratiness, he’ll teach you how to behave.
iwaizumi fucking you nice and deep, pushing you into any position he wants.
omi relaxing with you in the bath, even though he can’t help but roll your sensitive clit when his hand finds its way between your thighs.
omi fucking you on the side of the road after you teased him so much, deciding it was safer to pull over and give you what you want.
feeling him tangle his fingers through your hair as he fucks you from behind.
omi bending you over his lap just so he can play with your pussy, learning what makes you scream.
even when he’s tired from practice he’ll still make sure to fuck you to sleep.
he loves teasing you, slapping your clit after he’s made you cum on his fingers - leaving featherlight touches along your skin just so he can watch you tremble.
giving your boyfriend a thigh job.
giving rin a pussy job, just because he loves the feeling of your slick coating his cock as he rubs against you.
you’re always so willing to help samu empty out his breeder balls, letting him fuck a load into your tight pussy.
after fucking you dumb, he pulls out to make a mess on your tight pussy - obsessed with how pretty you look covered in his seed.
samu sitting you on his face, letting you use his mouth for your own pleasure.
letting him bend you over the bed while he eats your pussy from behind.
letting kita breed your pussy while he tells you how pretty you’d look swollen with his seed.
cuddling up with him on the couch after a hard day only to end up filled with his fat cock.
creampies and breeder balls.
kita kissing your pussy so passionately, treating you with the most care while you’re laid out so pretty beneath him.
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xrux · 4 months ago
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WARNINGS ⨾ PDA, implied!semi-public sex, semi-public handjob, grinding, nudes
a/n ⨾ I really wanted to test these banners out so ig today’s the big heart aesthetics debut!! Also, hi I’m back from my hiatus ♡
❥ haikyuu masterlist
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𝔟𝔬𝔨𝔲𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲
♥︎ He’s right where you agreed to meet him
♥︎ 6’2” Bokuto isn’t at all hard to spot
♥︎ Immediately, your eyes trail to his big hands that were covering his crotch area
♥︎ He looks… uneasy
♥︎ “I have a problem.”
♥︎ He quickly lifts his hands, letting you take a peak and you notice how big of a problem it is
♥︎ The thick fabric of his sweatpants barely did anything to hide the outline of his erection
♥︎ “Kou, it’s okay,” you assure him, standing in front of him as you help him hide his print away from any onlookers
♥︎ “Can we please take care of it?” He asks sheepishly
♥︎ “Of course! Where’d you park your car?” ♡
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𝔦𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔷𝔲𝔪𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔧𝔦𝔪𝔢
♥︎ You lay your hand on top of his thigh, squeezing it hard whenever a scary scene pops up
♥︎ It doesn’t matter whose idea it was to watch this movie
♥︎ Because he has since abandoned all hopes of following the plot
♥︎ All he could think of is you and how dangerously close your hand is to his crotch
♥︎ … and how much tighter his pants are getting
♥︎ “Fuck.”
♥︎ “Haji? What’s wrong.”
♥︎ What with the only light source being the dark theater screen, you can barely make anything out of his expression
♥︎ But you can see that his hand is balled in a fist and he’s pressing it just above his thigh
♥︎ Taking advantage of the dark, your fingers immediately latch on to his zipper
♥︎ “What are you doing?” He asks, eyes darting left and right to see if anyone’s watching
♥︎ “Shh.”
♥︎ Luckily, the cinema isn’t packed
♥︎ He unbuttons his jeans, swiftly wriggling his pants and boxers just a tad lower, allowing you enough access to his warm cock
♥︎ You’re only able to pump the upper half of his cock with your fingers
♥︎ If you asked him, he’d much rather have you on your knees right now, but this’ll have to do
♥︎ And hell does your hand feel good
♥︎ “Fuck,” he says under his breath, chest heaving up and down as he tries his best to keep a straight face
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𝔨𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔬 𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔲
♥︎ He feels guilty for not having seen you all week
♥︎ Even cancelled on you once or twice because he had to work overtime
♥︎ He’s wondering how he can make it up to you
♥︎ Surprising him with lunch in his office takes the worry off his back
♥︎ He really really appreciates the gesture
♥︎ But why did you have to wear that
♥︎ When he comes to greet you, your eyes immediately trail to the building strain on his pants
♥︎ “My office,” he says, planting a kiss on your cheek before grabbing your arm
♥︎ He locks the door behind you, shutting the blinds before crashing his lips onto yours
♥︎ “You little tease.”
♥︎ “Heh, I’m gad you noticed. You brought me here for revenge then?”
♥︎ He gently pushes you to lie face down on his table, brushing your panties aside as he strokes your folds with his thumb
♥︎ He tilts your face to look at his. He smiles at what he sees, ready to make up for the entire week that he spent without you
♥︎ “No, I brought you here for lunch.”
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𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔰𝔞 𝔨𝔦𝔶𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔦
♥︎ “Omi, are you… I can feel you—”
♥︎ “I know, stay still.”
♥︎ You stop by the railing in the middle of the mall, overlooking the passersby on the first floor
♥︎ He rests both hands on the railing, trapping you in between his arms
♥︎ His hard-on is pressed and subtly grinding against your ass
♥︎ Trying his best not to make any big movements
♥︎ “Your fault,” he says, nostrils flaring as he buries his face in the crook of your neck
♥︎ You teased him too much in the car while he was trying to park
♥︎ Tracing your fingers along his thighs, then his zipper right when you were already where you needed to be
♥︎ He felt that it could wait so he brushed it off
♥︎ But he suddenly remembered what you did
♥︎ “We could cancel dinner and order takeout? What d’ya say?” ♡
♥︎ “Fine. I’ll get you later when we get home.”
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𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲
♥︎ You’re minding your own business by the bleachers, busying yourself scrolling through your phone as you wait for him to finish training
♥︎ You fail to notice the tall figure creeping up from behind you
♥︎ The back of his hand brushes along your spine
♥︎ Like always, Suna loves to come to you after training
♥︎ He would wrap a lazy arm around you, dried sweat and all before he hits the showers
♥︎ “Go shower,” you tease, not even sparing him one glance as your eyes are still glued to your phone
♥︎ He was about to
♥︎ But then something on your phone caught his eye
♥︎ Three or four mirror shots of you, wearing his jersey
♥︎ Wearing only his jersey
♥︎ And the shots were from an angle you’ve never sent him before
♥︎ “You’re coming with me.”
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atsuwh0res · 17 days ago
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𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — sakusa kiyoomi.
no. the msby manager and sakusa kiyoomi are not dating. there is no correlation between you and the crimson scratches that adorn his back.
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a/n: first proper omi piece hope he sounds hot tbh. i love writing him as a jackass :^)
tags: secret relationships / dating, voyeurism, public sex wheyyy, fucking in the locker room cause we’re hot like that, kiyoomi is a prick, degradation, slight size kink, underwear stuffing lmfao, cockwarming kinda, hickeys / love bites + marking in general, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, slight thigh riding, almost getting caught fucking lmao, choking, creampies
w.c: prob about 1.4k
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Sakusa Kiyoomi is tired.
It’s evident in the way he handles you. It’s evident in the way his eyelids flutter shut, brows screwing and a strained moan spills out of him when your pussy clamps down onto his cock. It’s because it is wholly your duty, as the MSBY manager, to ensure that the players are at their best. It so just turns out that you’ve managed to find a soft spot for Sakusa.
To the public and to the press most certainly, it’s ‘Just my manager. Nothing more, nothing less.’ You’ve heard thousands, though that could be considered a gross understatement, of the sheer amount of rumours. Questions. Photographs. Videos, even. Each and every single one of them have been shut down.
You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are not dating. There is no way around it. There is no concrete proof, either.
“When you beg me for my cock like that? It’s embarrassing.” Sakusa seethes, corner of his lip threatening to curl into a smirk because it is just so, so amusing to him. How wet and fucking desperate his sweet little manager gets for him.
“Are you cockhungry? Because I don’t get it. I fucked you just this morning, and you wanna go again? Sheesh. Trying to make me late for work or what?” Sakusa inquires, eyebrow curled up in contempt and his middle finger eases back into your cunt, swallowing him in so so easily. Sakusa’s tongue is nothing short of rude and blunt, his words slicked over in condescension as per usual. His digit gets absorbed into your plush, gummy walls and your pussy sucks him in down to the knuckle.
“Aren’t you worried that people will be suspicious? If we’re both late?”
You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are most certainly not dating. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t in love with you. He laughed outright at the idea when a reporter came up to him, straight up pulled his mask down and laughed into the microphone.
“I’m not interested in women like her. She’s too disobedient and bratty for my tastes.”
Sakusa Kiyoomi likes his women the same way he likes his private affairs, quiet and respectful. Wants a woman that’ll listen to him, and he’ll listen to her. Everything comes full circle in the end, and everyone’s happy.
That’s why Sakusa loathes reasoning with you. When you whimper and scream around his cock, begging him to fuck you more, that you really really do ‘Need him, so so bad’. And all he’ll ever respond with is, “No, you don’t. You don’t need me to function. You just want my cock.”
And that’s why you loathe reasoning with him. When he gets antsy, desperate for your touch— to feel the slick of your warm cunt around his shaft, and he just can’t wait to get home and pound all his frustrations into you. Whenever sometimes he’s almost off the rails, sanity and his pride hanging in the balance and Sakusa’s about to risk it all— put your months of a secret relationship under jeopardy because he’s too horny.
It’s happened once, and it’ll happen again. After a late night match when most of the crowd had gone home, and very few reporters happened to be buzzing around the place. The other team were just about getting ready to leave and go home, but the MSBY wouldn’t be the MSBY if it weren’t for two certain energetic opposite hitters that were on for extra practice. Hence, no one really batted an eye at you taking a seat on Sakusa’s lap. You’ve done it a few times before, balanced out the equation by begrudgingly sitting on Atsumu’s and Hinata’s lap, too. Sakusa was quick to give you an earful about that once you two got home, of course in the form of making you cry and squirm around his thick cock.
Sakusa’s digits trained themselves on the hem of your skirt, his solid and heavy torso aligned with your vertebrae perfectly. You remember swatting his prying digits away, scoffing and digging your boot into his leg so that he’d stop screwing around.
“Get off me, then.” Sakusa murmured with a small scoff, tearing his face away from your neck and summoning all his courage to not kiss it.
“No. Contrary to your shitty personality, you make for a great seat.” You retorted, shifting your bare cunt around Sakusa’s thighs. You whimpered and gasped a little when you managed to seat yourself so that your clit hugged his toned leg just right.
“Last time I checked, people usually sit on seats with their underwear still on. Did you forget to wear yours this morning?” Sakusa monotoned, bouncing his right leg up and down and grinding his muscle into your clit. The fabric of his shorts rode up, leaving your wet slick staining and smearing against Sakusa’s bare thigh. His hands dug into your waist cruelly, fingertips crushing and he bit back a choked groan.
“My underwear is in my bag, Omi.” You choked out thickly, swallowing the knot in your throat. When you tried to straighten yourself to alleviate the pressure that Sakusa kept steadily applying to your clit— he just seized your lower half and pulled you back down. You were forced to endure the teasing, that apparently he was teaching you a lesson because you knew better than to try to screw him in front of his team mates.
It didn’t seem to be a very long lived lesson, because he ended up shifting his track jacket off— placing it over your lap and pulling it around so that no one would be able to see that his shorts were partially off; dick stuck out and sheathed inside your warm cunt. Though, to prove a point, he stated that he wouldn’t finish fucking you if you even tried as much as bouncing yourself off his dick. Proved to be effective, because you were quietly sobbing the entire time for him, complaining about how sore and wide your cunt felt in a bittersweet sensation.
So far, Sakusa’s fought his demons valiantly, time after time. The amount of days he could count where Atsumu was trying to rub you the wrong way with his awful dialect and shitty jokes. You’re civilised and a nice human being, not like Sakusa who would just tell his teammate to shut up. You will never understand his ache, the pure and unadulterated desire that Sakusa withheld where he just wanted to pick you up by the collar of your shirt and smash his lips onto yours.
It’s in the way Sakusa’s fans will peer up at him with their big doe-eyed gazes, orbs glossing over in appreciation and glorifying him as some sort of deity— looking at him as though they cannot and will not try to see anything greater. It pisses him off, scowl thick under his surgical mask because all he can do is nod nonchalantly, sometimes not speaking at all, and his dark eyes bore into your frame in the distance. You offer him an apologetic smile but he dismisses it with an eye roll, because what good will that do him?
What good will it do him when he’s currently leaned against the dripping wet shower tiles, head tilted back and eyes screwed painfully shut? When his cock is balls deep inside you, your eyes wide and his palms stuffed into your mouth because you can’t whimper, let alone make a singular sound?
God. The absolute fucking horror. Sakusa was so sure that everyone on his team had gone home, and here come Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto— all screeching and laughing in the changing rooms. The worst offenders of them all, and the best part is that the raven-hair has to physically lift you up and keep you just a little bit off the ground. Why? Because of whatever corporate demon that decided to design the lockers with a) a joint shower and b) stalls that didn’t reach all the way down.
Sakusa can lie about the peeking hickey that threatens to jump out of the line of his shirt, say that he slept weird or that he just ‘bruises easily’ and no one will bat an eye. But when there’s another pair of feet in a shower stall? There’s not much that’s up for debate.
But you can see the conflict in Sakusa’s gaze. His heavy, clouded gaze and his eyebrows are knit— lips downturned into a small frown of thought. He’s thinking, analysing the best way to get out of this. Truth be told, he doesn’t see much difficulty in supporting your weight. It’s nothing to him, and the thought alone makes you flutter around his cock. In response to your walls tightening, he screws his face at you as though to scold you for abruptly ruining his concentration. And yet? He slowly, very slowly, pulls himself out until only his tip kisses the entrance of your cock before slamming in. The loud and obscure slap of his balls leaves both of you wincing, but there’s no indication from the rest of the team to signify that they heard.
So maybe. Maybe he should think of a way to get out of this, but every single lingering second of his eyes scanning your body lead to tantalising and mischievous thoughts that plant into his brain.
You’re so distracting to Sakusa. Every fibre of your being oozes of an emotion that he can’t quite put a word on. You’re eye candy to him, with the way your legs tangle at his waist, arms interlocked and straddling him around the neck. It’s the way you bat your pretty lashes at him, head slightly tilted in curiosity and you’re trying to figure him out. Sakusa loves when you do that, as though you could ever comprehend what he’s thinking inside his brain.
He knows you’re impatient, he’d be stupid not to realise with the way you keep angling and grinding the base of your hips against his cock. Attempting to rut his shaft and drag him around your walls, since you can’t really bounce with half your back propped up and resting against the stall door. Sakusa’s earlier point of you being a disobedient brat kicks in when you start biting down onto his digits, brows creased and you pant around him. It’s like you want to get caught.
Sakusa’s free hand flies to your throat, thudding your head against the door with a small bang. And fuck, your wet pussy clenches around him like a vice. You’re so filthy for him, always have been. He wants to tell you that, but he can’t.
“‘S that Omi? Ya okay in there, dude?” Atsumu calls out, rounding the corner and his tone’s thick with concern.
“I’m fine. Go away.” Sakusa barks, tone vicious and leaving no room for remorse. The last thing Sakusa wants is Atsumu on the other side of the same door where he’s fucking into his own god damn girlfriend.
“‘Kay well fuck ya too then. Was just tryin’ to be nice.”
“Good for you.”
“Yea! It is good for me, ‘cos I’m a decent human being. Ain’t all moody n depressed like you are.”
“Just fuck off, Miya.”
“Yeah, okay.” Atsumu murmurs, dejected. “‘S fine. Omi’s on his man period again. Nuthin unusual.”
So maybe from your past experiences you’d learn, learn that you two really should just wait until you get home.
But that doesn’t stop either of you, why would it?
Doesn’t stop Sakusa from stuffing your soaked, damp panties into your mouth cause you’re babbling like a little bitch whenever you’re fucked with your legs bent up. You can both hear the deafening screeches of volleyball shoes kicking against laminated floors outside, but here you are. Crying and sniffling, puffy and abused cunt filled wide to the brim with Sakusa’s dick— his warm cum trailing down the sides of his shaft and pooling in excess onto the bench below.
Sakusa Kiyoomi is not dating you, but maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll finally throw in the towel and say he doesn’t give a shit about the press.
That’s how you find yourself, back of his car and you feel the crisp metal of Sakusa’s wedding ring glide against your swollen clit.
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reblog or i WILL punch u.
©atsuwh0res 2021.
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titsuya · 2 months ago
Do you have any visuals for f!ngering? You are the best <33
no, but i found some just 4 you <3 MWAH UR the best. u guys ask for p#rn, I DELIVER.
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yes god… yes. GRAB HEADPHONES !!!!!
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w/ all my hq boyfies
warning: twt p*rn. minors dni. 18+
a/n: bye i love these asks bc they’re so fun <3
navigation (18+) - m.list - want more p#rn?
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- OIKAWA TOORU menace to society loves making his pretty girl gush and gush all over his fingers tw squirting
- tooru loves clit slaps sobsobsob
- AKAASHI KEIJI sweetest babie to live is so obsessed with making you cum on his fingers and mouth
- nd he’s obsessed w/ ripping up your stockings <333
- MIYA ATSUMU also loves making you squirt, but he likes when his teammates play with his toy tw squirting
- mean?dom tsumie making you call yourself a dirty little slut
- SAKUSA KIYOOMI teasing your sweet cunt because he likes the way you cry
- HE IS SO MEAN ! but its so good, his fingers, his mouth, his cock <3
- KUROO TETSURO fingering his housewife under the table before he leaves for work <3 tw squirting god fuck <333333
- nd then coming back from work to play with your pussy some more, he <3’s edging you
- BOKUTO KOUTAROU kissing you while fingering you, mwah
- so good with his fingers, such a good boyfie
- MIYA OSAMU <3’s finger fucking both holes while eating you out
- slow and steady… with his thumb in your mouth <3
- SUNA RINTARŌ… just… daddy *dreamy sigh*
- ring adorned fingers in your mouth
- dilf IWAIZUMI HAJIME, thats all 😁
- he has such a needy baby, couldn’t you wait till you got home?
🏷 taglist: @guttgrinderr
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renaissansse · 10 days ago
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He loves being called ‘my pretty boy’ because it’s soft, possessive and sweet all at once and he lives for hearing you say those words, just to blush intensely because you make his heart beat so so hard. He loves it even more if you do use it while you are riding his “pretty little cock,” and he whines because it feels so so good to be in your pussy and to fill it up all the way, seeing your breasts jumping up and down, and your cunt clenching around his length. He cums harder is you whisper sweet little nothings into his ear.
ATSUMU, Yamaguchi, Kenma, USHIJIMA, Hanamaki, Kyoutani, ARAN, Ennoshita, S E M I.
‘Pumpkin, sweetie, candy, honey’ or anything that is tooth rotting makes his swoon, redden and hide behind his hands because he is just embarrassed by liking being called that sappy way. However, it spurs him on in the bedroom: you call him once that way, sweeten him up by saying “Oh, please keep on doing that, pumpkin” and he is a gone man, drilling into you while trying to show you and prove how much of a sweet fucking pumpkin his fat cock in your pussy is.
Oikawa, OSAMU, Daichi, Terushima, Tendō, Tsukishima, Hinata, S U N A, Daishou.
Absolutely cringes and his ears and neck go red when you call him ‘my love, my treasure’ expressing the utmost urge at flipping you off and just admit how he likes being held so close to your heart. He is weak for you and he loves hearing your possessive petname because it makes him feel like you care and also that you appreciate him that much. He cums with the sound of “Fuck, my love, that feels so fucking good, don’t you dare stop,” in his ears, you moaning and his cock still drilling into you, echo of the petname and the after effect lingering on his skin.
Matsukawa, KUROO, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, K I T A, Futakuchi, Sakusa.
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MDNI! Thank you for reading and reblogs are much welcome.
©️ renaissansse, 2021.
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ritnaro · 4 months ago
good luck charm
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includes. hinata shoyo, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, aran ojiro, suna rintaro x f!reader
cw. orgy? fingering, objectification? [they call you their good luck charm], oral [receiving and giving], face sitting, degradation, praise, nipple play, vaginal penetration, size kink, voyeurism, use of pet name "bunny", dacryphilia, mentions of past hookups, creampie, squirting, dumbification, double penetration, use of pet name puppy
wc. 5.8k
a/n. my part for @somecravings gangbang collab!! thank you for letting me join, also thank you to the lovely @iheartkuroorin for beta reading!!
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it started out nice, like most things do. a nice team dinner to celebrate the upcoming game, and the victory they were sure to win. then hinata pointed out to atsumu they were going to be late.
“late for what?”
atsumu slightly jumps at the sudden question, ushijima’s voice only deepened with the years, strong vocals were sure enough to frighten him. “nothin’ much, we’re just gonna pay a visit to our good luck charm” atsumu says.
everyone except the msby members looked at them confused, wondering what could he mean by—
“good luck... charm?” suna asks, a fire of curiosity evident in his eyes.
“our manager,” atsumu answers. “she’s the prettiest thing you’ll ever meet, a sweet lil’ thing that lets us fuck ‘er every day before a game”
“and we always end up winning the next day” hinata finished his sentence, a drunk look on his eyes despite him not having an ounce of alcohol. he was thinking about you, how pretty you’d looked the last time he and his teammates fucked you, and how you were probably waiting on them with one of your pretty matching underwear right about now.
“come to think of it, since we’re all in the same team... shouldn’t we share her with the rest?” bokuto says, pitching in an idea no one could refuse.
so you stand in front of your small apartment door after hearing the doorbell, expecting the same four men that would visit you every day before a match, certainly not expecting to find nine well built men waiting on you to open the door.
you hesitate to say anything, and for a split second, the thought of slamming the door crosses your mind. it would be rude wouldn’t it?
“hey darlin’” atsumu greets, the first one to step into your apartment and make himself at home. taking off his coat as you watch the rest of the team step in after him. “we brought some company this time” he smirks
“hope ya don’ mind” he places a quick peck to your cheek and walks over to the bedroom. you’re left to look as they follow atsumu to the room, each of them eyeing you out in your crop top and skirt, evidently a little too short for you as it outlines the curve of your ass a little too much. a provocative outfit you'd worn for the expected men, not for the newly visiting.
you're still shocked they could do something like this, a kin to bringing new customers to a lady of the night, after they've been so possessive over you.
your train of thought flashes over to previous nights where they would fuck you, one by one, making sure to put you in your place after being a little too friendly to someone. replays of all of them spitting in your mouth and telling you who you belonged to as they fucked you into overstimulation.
"ya comin'?" atsumu calls from the other room. you follow him like a lost puppy between all the tall bodies that surround you, to find him sitting on your bed, bed resting against the headboard in comfort.
you look at him concerned, "i didn't agree to so many people" you shoot at him while he fakes a pout in hopes you'll join him in bed while everybody watches.
"aww" he coos, opening his arms in a welcoming hug, positioning your hips to have you straddling him when you sit next to him on the edge of the bed. he leans close to your ear. "ya gonna leave 'em hangin' sweetheart?"
you pout at him, clearly mad at the fact that none of them asked you beforehand, even though they knew you could never refuse them.
you're so easy to persuade when it comes to anything sexual, just a slut for them. you bend over so easily, literally.
"you wouldn't want to leave a bad impression, would you babe?" iwaizumi pitches in, you don't notice how close he is to you until you feel his breath fanning over your neck, making you gasp at the warmth.
"n-no" you say, knowing better than to ignore his question.
"good" atsumu says, caressing the side of your thigh with his palms, calloused from all the balls he's served on the court.
"you wanna show everyone this cute lil' cunny?" he mutters close to your ear. deep down, you know it's his way of asking consent, his way of confirming if this is really ok with you and you're not just saying yes for the sake of being coerced into intercourse.
but luckily for him, you nod and turn around, resting your back on atsumu's chest with your spread legs. there's a small breath in unission from all of them, almost as if it had been building up from all this time.
suna is the first to step up and approach the bed while you look at him with awaiting eyes. he leans close to your face and whispers, "god, you're beautiful". then he presses his lips onto yours, the first kiss of the night, filled with hunger and want as he desperately dances his tongue in sync with yours.
he pulls away when he runs out of breath, a small string of drool connecting the two of you in evidence of the kiss you just shared. one of his hands has been tracing circles on your thigh all the while he kissed you, a distraction to his real intentions as he toys with the hem of your panties. a beautiful pair of white, lacy panties, though he finds you more attractive without them. he discards them to some other corner of the room, more focused on the naked skin of your cunt.
he's quick to run his fingers down your slit, watching the wetness gather on his fingertips and reveling in the gorgeous sight of your face. you're almost fearful, he can see it when you suddenly hold his wrist back when he threatens to slip a finger into your drooling hole. his fingers just seem so much thicker than yours, and even if that's the case for the men you'd been sleeping with prior to them, you were still a bit frightful everytime.
"don't worry, bunny" he deemed you a proper nickname, seeing that you were easily frightened just from the feelings of his digits massaging the outside of your lips. "i'll take good care of you"
with that he slips a finger inside you. he would be surprised about how smoothly it went in, but it's no surprise when he sees how you're dripping slick like a faucet, staining the bed sheets beneath you.
"good girl" he praises, slowly pressing inch by inch of his finger into you, careful to look for any sign of discomfort on your face.
he sees none, instead he sees you looking behind him, at all of them peering at how pretty you look when you're getting fingered by rintaro. they find themselves being drawn to you and your responsive body. suna's only put in one finger and you're already gasping and pawing at the bed sheets in hopes of relief.
"you like being watched?" he asks, though it comes off as him pointing it off, saying it in an as-a-matter-of-fact-ly manner. you can't do anything but nod and squirm closer to him as he starts pumping more of his fingers in your tight hole, watching as it swallows his digits whole and letting his imagination run wild. the thought of your tight walls enveloping him in your warmth like you do with his fingers has him hard in his pants.
"she's just a desperate lil' thing, likes bein' watched like the good whore she is right darlin'?"
"oh no, she's the prettiest thing ever" suna says, a big contradiction to atsumu's degradation disguised as praise. "look at her, taking my fingers so well"
"bet you're gonna cum soon, aren't you baby?" you suddenly feel the bed shift in weight. bokuto lays down next to you and plays with your pebbled nipples, watching them grow slightly harder under his gaze and sensitive touch.
small tears roll down your face as atsumu paints himself out of the picture, leaving you to rest on top of a pillow to replace his chest, it only gives you more space to squirm and arch your back against the mattress as you feel your orgasm approaching, your moans growing louder and your breathing becoming more agitated than usual, all things that made you look beautiful to everyone's eyes.
"wait- wait i'm gonna… fuck!" you draw out the last syllable as the tight knot finally snaps and you cum. you're shaking and squirming, cumming hard on his fingers while he doesn't stop hitting that sweet spot inside you, prolonging the feeling of your orgasm. you're greeted with a small smirk when you come down from your high, suna smiles at you teasingly while he drags your hips closer to him and picks you up, shaky legs too unstable to stand up by themselves.
you look back to the bed where iwaizumi is laid back, leaning on his elbows and giving you an expectant look. suna places you back down on the bed, leaving you a kneeling mess at the athletic trainer's feet.
"c'mere, princess" he says, and you easily bend to his will. you make your way to his lap, a perfect spot for his clothed cock between your legs. you feel the fabric of his briefs press against your naked cunt, he's already taken his shirt and his pants off, revealing his perfectly sculpted body to you and everyone else in the room. you grind down on him, your hands pressed on his chest for balance while you straddle him.
"no" he says, a simple answer to your movements. for a split second you thought he didn't like it, but then he lays down on his back and drags your hips closer to his mouth. a trail of wetness follows your cunt, from his waist to his chest, and he loves how it leaves a nice warmth to cover him.
"hajime i-!" you try to resist his grip when he pulls your hips down to meet his lips, but he's quick with his moves, stronger than you too, leaving you to try and move away from his mouth. his hands on your waist hold you down as he eats you out like a starved man, licking, nipping and biting at any flesh he can find, paying special attention to your throbbing clit while you grip the edge of the headboard for some sort of support. "no, please!"
he pulls away, "you don't like it?" he asks with a smirk on his face. he knows you like it, and he knows why you're screaming 'no!'. he purposefully started off with strong movements he knew would drive you crazy in a matter of seconds. he places a kiss to your clit, nothing more, expecting your answer.
"yes" you whine before gasping at the feeling of his tongue running up and down your folds, sucking on your clit and lapping up all your juices from your past orgasm. "oh f-fuck yes" you stutter, the stimulation made your mind feel hazy and all of your thoughts were discarded, the only thing on your mind.
you're too fucked out to notice how you're rutting your face against iwaizumi's lips, desperately chasing after your high while squeezing your thighs together around his head. hajime feels like he's in cloud nine when you're squeezing his head, there's no way he could suffocate from two thighs surrounding his head, but if there was ever the possibility, he would find it to be a great way to die.
"oh! hajime- hajime!" his name's paints your lips perfectly as you scream it over and over and cum on his face, a string of juices dripping down his chin. he does his best to lap at everything, but he finds himself pulling away to gasp for air and chuckle to himself, he's enjoying your taste a little too much.
he finally pulls away after you tug at his hair for mercy, and he lets go of your hips as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you sit on the bed, as best as you can despite your weak legs barely able to keep you up.
"why don't you take your pick, sweetheart?" atsumu says, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. he takes you by surprise, but you still look between all of them, taking in the sight of their toned bodies. most of them had already taken off their clothes, saved for their boxers. "you deserve it"
you set your eyes on the black haired setter, kageyama. he seems to be the most nervous out of all of them, he constantly fiddles his fingers and looks down at the ground in embarrassment. you get up despite your shaky legs, and walk over to him, to most of his teammates' surprise.
poor boy, he can't even look at you without setting his cheeks on fire with a blush that covered most of his face. you put a hand to his cheek and press your lips against his. the kiss is messy, with a lot of tongue and drool involved as you pull him into bed with you. he's surprised to see when you collapse on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge while your cunt is on full display for all of them.
kageyama is selfish of time, slowly pulling out his cock and dragging it up and down your slit. his cock is could be described as pretty as him, with a nice upward curve and a small girth. it has a nice shade of pink on his tip and his hair is well trimmed except for a happy trail that leads down to the base. sure enough, its big and intimidating, but you can't be bothered to take your eyes off of it.
"please, tobio" you plead, spreading your legs as wide as possible, maybe to appear more appealing to him, in hopes he would stop toying with you and finally put it in to relieve the ache between your legs.
he pops the tip in and you gasp, he was way bigger than you expected. it makes you feel a pleasurable stretch, a burn that only worsens when he keeps pushing in, inch by inch. he's mindful of the tears that linger in the corners of your eyes, but he also can't help but bury himself further into your warm walls while you kick and whine.
"oh-!" you're cut off by his sudden thrust, instantly hitting your cervix and making your breath hitch. when he sees you react like that, he does it again, and again, until he sets a steady pace of his mind-blowing thrusts.
you cover your mouth with one of your hands. hoping to muffle your sounds in embarrassment but he pulls the hand away from your face. he takes your other hand, previously fisting the sheets beneath you as he puts them both under the grip of his wrist and places them above your head, pinning them to the mattress atop of you.
"don't be shy" he mumbles, despite the fact that he was the one who seemed to be shy. he fooled you with his nervous demeanor and his shy exterior, he was a beast when it came to moments like this, when he would fuck young pussy like yours until you were nothing but a babbling mess.
"fuck- i'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" you can't answer him, you're too lost in your thoughts and the way he leans down to suckle at your nipples, leaving slight teeth marks around the sensitive nub. the sound of his strangled groan is what brings you back to the way his uninterrupted pace makes your hips buck in rhythm with his thrusts.
"inside, please inside!" you whine, cut off by the familiar feeling of your orgasm. your back arches off the bed again and you scream his name, or at least slurred attempts of his name, you're too fucked out to realize you can't even say his name properly.
as you come down from your high, you're filled-- literally. the satisfying sensation of his warmth filling your walls and dripping out of your sensitive hole when he pulls out, it would be a heavenly feeling, if it weren't for the sudden emptiness in your cunt.
"poor baby" you hear that same teasing voice as before.
"feel all empty, even after tobio kindly filled ya up?" he coos, a childish tone lingered in his voice as he did very little to hide the fact that he was talking down to you. his hand caresses your inner thigh, though it's evident he has different intentions, and is merely trying to go easy on you. "wasn't enough for you, little cumslut?"
you nod and lean forward, where he's already taken out his cock. it feels heavy in your hand, but you still start pumping it with your fist, and stroking the tip with your thumb. he mutters a string of curses under his breath before pulling your hand away from him.
"don't be so eager, baby, there's people watching," he reminds you, and you lift your gaze to look back at the men in the room. it almost looks like a crowd, expecting to see you and atsumu do something— anything, to relieve their hard cock.
suddenly you're turned around and left on your knees, your ass exposed to everyone. you feel vulnerable like this, left to their disposal and nothing but a toy to be used and abused. you know you'll hardly get out of here without passing out. then, atsumu angles himself against your cunt, running the length of his cock along your folds and finally dipping into your clenching hole. he takes a brief moment to keep moving inside you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him is a little too much for him to handle.
he can't describe the feeling of your pussy tightening around him when he does anything, if he slightly moves or if he does as little as unintentionally twitching inside of you. it's a vice, and he can't get enough of it, he's developed an unhealthy addiction to your tight core and he's not afraid to admit it. that's why you're more than just a fucktoy to him, that's why he didn't stop coming after hooking up with you just once, and even invited the black jackals team to join him.
“such a pretty pussy, suckin’ me in” he murmurs, leaning close to your ear and running his calloused hand over the skin of your neck. it’s so dainty, so unmarked and vulnerable, it would be so easy to squeeze his fingers and make you choke, leave you breathless and sobbing for him to slow down! like you’d done countless nights before. but he prefers to have that kind of sight only for his eyes.
“you’re such a good slut, wanna have yer mouth full too?” he asks, though it’s one of those questions where it won’t matter what you answer, because you can already feel the bed shift in weight in front of you, as you see a pair of thick thighs positioning in front of you, and you feel the heavy head of his cock tap against your cheek.
you look up to see aran’s face. it’s familiar, you’ve heard funny anecdotes about high school with him from atsumu, but seeing him kneel in front of you while you’re eye level with his waist, it’s undoubtedly intimidating. “c’mon sweetheart” the hand on your neck moves up, lifting your chin to give his former teammate a glimpse of your face. “why don’t you put yer mouth to good use?”
you nod and start with a small lick to the tip, while aran holds it in place against your lips, knowing your hands are too busy trying to hold you up while you fist the sheets, atsumu’s pace is relentless against your cunt, without a moment to spare on your sensitive body. he slowly inches his cock closer to you, until you have no other choice but to open wide and feel his heavy cock on your tongue.
you’re mindful of your teeth, trying your best to keep them away, but he proves to be too big. his girth makes the corners of your mouth ache at the stretch, he’s certainly a little too well endowed. he sighs and throws his head back, you imagine it’s because it feels good, but he’s afraid he’ll cum too quickly if he keeps looking at your face, tainted with tears and looking up at him with your cheeks hollowed out around his length. he doesn’t know how much longer he can go if you keep bobbing your head at the rhythm of atsumu’s hips fucking into you, it leaves him a mess, even if you’re the one who’s getting used for their pleasure.
atsumu sneaks the hand that was previously around your neck to your pussy, rolling small, tight circles into your clit. you’re suddenly seeing stars, feeling the inevitable knot in your stomach start to grow stronger and it’s harder to contain your moans, the vibrations of your voice make him more desperate to feel you. he can only imagine if it was him instead of atsumu who was buried in your tight walls, making your scream until you forgot your own name, until you were a dumb little thing for his cock.
“fuck- fuck!” a string of groans and curses leave aran speechless, gasping at the feeling of his warmth filling up your mouth and surrounding him while you try your best to swallow it, despite already having a mouthful of his cock.
finally, he sighs as he slowly pulls out of your mouth, a string of creamy white connecting the head of his cock with your sore lips at the loss of contact. you can’t have a moment to recover before you feel another one pressing against your lips, urging you to open your mouth. more tears run down your face before leaning in and licking up his length, from the base to the tip, hoping it would ease the ache it would probably leave in your mouth.
if aran was big, then you don’t know what to call ushijima. he’s almost the same in girth, except he carries a few more inches, and a pretty curve upwards, with a small vein running on the underside. you try to lick the head first, and even then it feels like a little too much for you, you’re hesitant to take him all in your mouth.
“don’t be scared, princess, he’ll take good care of you, right?” you can’t decipher if the question is meant for you or ushijima but it’s not like you’re be able to answer, not with the way your thighs and trembling and your pussy is clenching wildly around his cock.
“the best i can” he says, fisting your hair and pushing you to the base of his cock, where you almost gag and choke, if not for the soothing hand he runs along your hair. “good girl” he coos, a calm look on his face to contradict yours, there’s tears running down your face while you sob and clench the bed sheets between your fingers, trying your best to hold back from your impending orgasm because it feels so much stronger than usual.
“mmmh!” you scream around his cock when you can’t hold back, the feeling of atsumu’s cock hitting against your g-spot over and over, combined with the finger that keeps circling your clit, leaves you trembling and whining around ushijima, who doesn’t relent his hold on your hair. atsumu’s too busy to notice how you moan and choke around the bigger man’s cock, instead groaning and panting when you cum around him, your juices squirting and dripping down his thighs while your pussy tries to desperately force him out for any sort of relief, but he’s not done with you.
he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out and painting your skin with his cum. you were a masterpiece, to his eyes, when you were covered in his seed, he loved watching how it would drip down your ass cheeks, how it would slowly trickle down your cunt and taint the bed sheets beneath you. he moves aside to give the rest of them a clear view of your cum-covered body, how it trembles and shakes in fear. he runs a finger down your slit and you arch your back, keening closer to him in your post-orgasm bliss. you’re so sensitive and perceptive to his touch, he would almost feel bad for leaving you a mess, if it weren’t for the pretty sight of ushijima fucking your throat, using your mouth for his own pleasure as he forces you to take more of him.
“who wants to go next?” he asks, looking at the small crowd of people behind him, seeing a small spark inside iwaizumi’s eyes. he takes the initiative and walks up behind you, taking a hold of your shaking hips and lifting them, since you were practically laying down.
“you didn’t forget about me, did you?” he whispers, and you immediately whine, sobbing at the feeling of vulnerability. you feel as if you might really pass out if you have to go again, but you’re suddenly enlightened when he slowly pushes in through the tight ring of warmth, your cum filled pussy greeting him with an indescribable warmth that leaves his mouth agape.
you moan against ushijima one more time before you’re filled with his cum, overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin when he pulls out. you choke and cough it out, gasping for air after he finished cumming on your cheeks, and pulling on the sheets because hajime’s already started thrusting into you without any remorse.
he's quick to move your hips back to him, his balls slapping against your clit every time he slams his hips into yours. “you like it when i fuck you like this?” you squirm and shy away from his hold, your body too tired to hold itself up, and your face is squished into the pillow with the hand he presses to the back of your head, making sure to ground your cheek into the bed. “‘course you do, you love it, don’t you?” he answers for you, knowing well you’re too dumb to tell him for yourself, instead squealing everytime his fat cock hit the spot deep within your walls, making you keen and whine under him.
he flips you over and presses your knees close to your body, fucking you in the tightest mating press he could, while you paw at his chest for any sort of relief. his lips ghost over your neck, and slowly make their way to your plump lips, sore after being filled for such a long time. it’s a miracle you still have the strength to reciprocate his kiss as he moves his tongue along yours. you moan at his taste, a few beers he had been drinking before coming over, while he drinks in every little sound you make against his lips.
“pretty girl, cum for me, i know you want to” he says, long and breathy groans shuddering against your cheek when he felt your walls clamp down around him, and his hands squeeze around the fat of your thighs, painful, but easy to ignore when you were cumming around him, gushing and throwing your head back in ecstasy as he never stopped thrusting into you, not even to let you come down from your high.
“s-slow down! please—“
“hold your legs up” he completely ignores and interrupts you, waiting for you to take a hold of the back of your thighs so he can toy with your sensitive nub, rubbing your clit until you’re screaming his name and shaking wildly.
you know you’ve gone too dumb for his cock when you feel hot spurts of cum shooting on your cheek, staining your dainty skin with creamy white, until sakusa has nothing left to give. how did you not notice him stroking himself to the pretty sight in front of him.
he’s the cleanest out of all of them, going to the bathroom and bringing back a few baby wipes to clean the mess he made. he knows they’ll probably make an even bigger mess of your face later, but he couldn’t stand the thought of such a pretty face being ruined with his seed.
“h-hajime! i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna c-cum again!” you scream, letting go of your thighs and instead clawing at iwaizumi’s back as you come undone, leaving red nail prints on his back, evidence of the great time he spent with you. he groans against your ear when he releases inside of you, a feeling of warmth spreading on your womb and overflowing out of your raw cunt.
“good girl… good girl” he praises, sighing and panting, trying to recover his breath after fucking you like that. his hands relax a bit on your body, and instead of roughing tabs of your skin, he runs his hands over your curves, soothing you in praise for taking all of him.
he slips out of your tight walls, and watches as it drips like a fountain, oozing out and joining the other spilt cum on the bed. he leaves a last kiss on your forehead before bokuto replaces his space in front of you, taking in the sight of your sweaty fucked-out body while you look at him with numbed eyes, too messed up to complain that it was too much.
you’ve taken him before, but now that your body is spent out and tired, you’re not so sure if you can make it through without passing out.
it takes you off guard when he lays down next to you on his side and flips you to be on your side, facing him. you find it out of the ordinary, since he would usually fuck you in a simple missionary, but not tonight. then you felt the bed shift in weight behind you and you understood why. hinata laid down on his side behind you, his hard cock rubbing on your exposed ass, covered in dry and new cum.
bokuto roams his hands over your body, kissing your neck while hinata toyed with your pebbled nipples, rolling them between his fingers and grinding against you. can you blame him? he’s desperate after watching you get fucked over and over, and even after he came from touching himself, he just hand to fuck your tight pussy to be satisfied.
both of them position their cock’s to your entrance at the same time, making you tremble in fear and anticipation of the pleasurable burn of your cunt. it didn’t prepare you at all, you still yelp when bokuto slowly pushes in, followed by hinata slipping in inch by inch, making sure to calm you with a few strokes to your perky nipples.
“shh… you’re doing so good” he whispers in your ear, and bokuto nods in agreement.
“can’t take it! ‘s t-too big!” you cry, wrapping your arms around bokuto’s shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck. you bite down on the skin of his neck for relief, which only makes his hips stutter against you, wincing in slight pain and moaning.
“sure you can, puppy” shoyo is next to start moving his hips to the rhythm of bokuto’s, making sure to follow his pace and hit that sweet spot within you at the same time. “you’re already taking it, see?” you look down between sweaty bodies and see your cunt, stretched out beyond what you thought you could take.
you pant and look back up, almost scared at the sight before you continue nipping and sucking at bokuto’s neck, suckling small bite marks on his skin and leaving open mouthed kisses all over him, until you reached his lips, which you kissed with more need and want than the rest of his body.
you almost bite down on his lip when hinata starts playing with your clit, as if the torture against your abused pussy wasn’t enough.
“please! i c-can’t!” you sob, new tears running down your face again, only proving just how dumb you were for them, just how stupid and brain-dead you’ve gone for having the two of them fuck you at the same time. you try to shy away from hinata’s touch, but it’s too hard when you’re practically sandwiched between the two of them, no other option left for you but too lay there, all read out for them, and take it.
“you keep saying you can’t…” shoyo says, slapping your sensitive clit and making you cry in pain. “but this sweet pussy keeps sucking us in, are you sure you can’t?” he’s mocking you, grinning like a maniac, you can feel it when he starts kissing your neck.
“no! no no, please! h-hahh!” you whine when you start gushing around them, squirting and gripping onto bokuto’s back for dear life, not enough to draw blood, just enough to leave him panting and hissing in pain while he emptied himself at the same time you came. he fucked his cum into you, spurt after spurt while hinata followed not long after, spilling his cum inside your tight cunt.
“fuck, puppy” bokuto groans, using his hand to slick back the hair that stuck to his forehead with his sweat, slowly pulling out and collapsing on his back to the mattress, with you trying to cuddle closer to him.
“c’mon bunny” you hear a voice, but you’re not quite ano to identify it in your hazy state.”you didn’t think it was over, right?” he asks, pulling you towards him to the edge of the bed, you immediately start crying again, for all the right reasons he slips in carefully and sucks on your chest, leaving hickeys over every part of your body he could cover in his marks.
he’s slow and considerate about you, trying his best to angle his cock to that special spot he’d abused earlier when he fingered you, until you squeaked and bucked your hips against him. he found it.
your tight pussy is sucking him everytime he pulls out, and now he understands what atsumu meant.
good luck charm.
damn right. there’s no way someone is losing after fucking this tight cunt.
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sluttsumu · 4 months ago
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featuring: atsumu, bokuto, suna, sakusa
warning(s): 18+, praise, degradation, choking (atsumu), breeding (bokuto), dacryphilia, teasing, overstimulation (bokuto).
a/n: this was a request on my sfw but I decided to write it here!
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I’m torn.
He’s a mixture of HEAVY degradation, and ‘teasing’ praise it depends on the night.
Lets into degradation first tho.
Atsumu is fucking mean, and he loves that you get off to that. Not only does he love degrading you but he loves to hear you degrade yourself. (in bed only)
He makes sure you KNOW your place and you’ve have never steered from it
He finds it repulsive that you look so pretty crying for him
Honestly he’s lucky he found someone like you who enjoy his insults so he can let his slick mouth run free and say whatever he feels (not that he doesn’t already do that)
As someone who loves to receive praise (Atsumu) he loves giving it as well, but you know he has to tease you while you’re at it
Always telling you you can take some more
Would choke you till you almost pass out, while cooing about how cute you look with your eyes rolled back
“What a slut, so fuckin’ filthy” “Just worthless, only for me to use” “God, look at you” “You can take some more, c’mon for me” “Princess you can go a lil’ longer, cant you?’
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Thats all that’s on his mind
Bokuto wants to get you pregnant NOW.
God the way he babbles in your ear as he overstims himself fucking his cum into you
Cuddle fucking, so his mouth is directly next to your ear.
So vocal. So so vocal.
99% praise, he wants you to know you’re doing well.
Bokuto will stretch you out, he’s huge. He knows its probably not the most comfortable at first, so he’ll always ask you before putting more
That low/quiet kinda babbling between you two like “you’re so deep” “yeah? am i?” “mhm” “you like that?” “uh-huh” YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
“Give me a baby, baby” “So fucking good for me” “You’re doing so well” “Just a little more for me, you can take it” “Are you okay?”
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Soft, pleasure dom Sakusa.
Cold on the outside but he just wants to make you feel so good
Loves reassuring you because he knows how closed off he can be
The deep moans he lets out when you claw at his back, UGHHH
His main focus is you, and how you feel. His pleasure is making you feel pleasure
HE JUST WANTS YOU TO FEEL GOOD. And his words reflect that.
Every word he says he means
Call him ‘Kiyo’, and grip the roots of his hair. He will lose it.
Loves making you repeat things for him to hear as reassurance as well
“Does it feel good right there? You want more?” “Thats it angel” “Go on, cum for me doll” “Such a good girl” “Say, you know I love you”
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But he knows just what to say to get you going.
I headcannon Suna as a backshots person, but he does love missionary so he can smile in your face when he talks to you.
Your reactions to his words is what keeps him going
Loves talking against your lips, neck, etc
Suna’s the type of person brats like in bed, someone who will make you a little embarrassed for how needy you are
He LOVES mocking you omg
He’ll start fucking you harder and then ask you a question, you cant answer him. He loves that.
Personally i think he’s more of a fucker rather than a ‘love maker’ so he just wants to have fun, meaning don’t take his teasing to heart
“Just like that?” “You’re too pretty not to ruin” “Use your words, tell me what you want” “Yeah?” “You like that don’t you? Yeah ya do” “Who makes you feel this good?”
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#genre: Uh idek… fluff I guess with a dribble of sex appeal.
#includes: many boys
#Warning: none , there’s nothing explicit just suggestive
#Note: This was supposed to be straight up just innocent PG shit but I can’t help myself so there’s a sprinkle of 12A :) so Minors proceed with caution
Ushijima: Watching this man drive is better than sex. When reversing he’s got his arm around the back of your seat and his head turned back so you can see the sharp angle of his jaw. He turns the wheel with one palm, and you find yourself getting lost in the way the rings on his fingers accentuate the veins in his hands, the only thing that snaps you out of it is his other hand squeezing your thigh and him turning to ask if you’re okay.
Kuroo: The smirk. This cocky bastard knows what it does to you. It’s a slow sly smirk with low lidded eyes and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he watches you get flustered. To make things worse he’ll slowly walk towards you while looking you up and down and put the back of his hand on your cheek and make a comment about how hot you feel, “I didn’t know I affected you this much kitten” he’ll lowly chuckle and you’ll swat his hand away while telling him to shut up.
Osamu: Whenever he’s behind you he’ll place his hands on your waist and squeeze then chuckle when you jump. He just loves having his hands on you and having you close to him at all times. He’ll slowly snake his arm around your waist and pull you to his side so you’re flush against him, often your back flush with his chest so he can easily lean down and whisper in your ear.
Akashi: This man is so in love with you. Hates and I mean hates when people talk over you, like the audacity! Will glare at them not so subtly, so they can get the hint and be quiet and then look over at you with the softest look in his eyes and tell you to continue with a little smile because he wants you to know that he’s always listening to you and that he cares.
Sakusa: After a long grueling work out, he’ll stretch so he’s not so sore the next day and you find your eyes glued to all of him. He’ll lift his arms up and spread them wide so the bottom of his shirt lifts a little so you can just make out his abs and happy trail. You find your eyes following the path of his happy trail until his voice snaps you out of your daze, “What you looking at?” “uuuh… nothing” busted. He’ll look at you weirdly and then just shrug but what ends up killing you is when he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brows and you get a full look at his toned, sculpted chest and stomach. You walk off to start a cold shower.
Bokuto: He always finds his fingers running through his hair because he can never style it right and will pout while looking at you, but you’re too busy enjoying the view of his tousled hair and beefy arms that flex every time his hands run through his hair. Will ask you if it looks okay but you’ll lie and say it needs to be fixed a little more just so you can watch his biceps stretch the fabric of his shirt, “Can’t you just do it for me babe…babe?” “wh-what?”
Diachi: Daddy Diachi. Every time he wears a suit, he always rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, so you get an eyeful of his tan arms that are adorned with a Rolex and the veins that snake up his arms. Will loosen his tie and unbutton a few of the top buttons which draws your eyes to his chest, his chest that looks so tight and uncomfortable in that shirt that you just want to do him a favour and unbutton every button and peel it off his back. But that’s for his case, you’re doing him the favour…it’s definitely not for your benefit.
Suna: Eye contact. The king of maintaining eye contact and it always throws you off because it never falters and if it does it’s so his eyes can flicker down to your lips then straight back to your eyes. Will always subtly smirk when you stutter or trip over your words and will lowly tell you to “take your time princess, I’m all ears”. However, when he’s not teasing you, he’ll have the softest look in his eyes as he listens to you talk because your voice is like a prayer, washing his sins away.
Meian: *Profusely starts sweating*. When he’s sitting down, he’ll lean his head back and let out a low groan. His whole neck will be exposed, and your eyes follow his Adams apple as it bobs and you mentally trace his jawline. He’ll be breathing all heavy which takes your mind to a not so holy place, and you’ll physically have to shake yourself out of it. But what you can’t see is his soft smirk and little lip bite as he watches you get all hot and bothered, that’s the whole reason he does it ;)
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 ༺♡༻ Honorary mentions:
Iwaizumi man spreads and has his hands slowly rubbing the length of his thighs (that Chris Evans video). Oikawa will repost all your posts to his socials and hype you up and brag to everyone how lucky he is. Tsukishima, now with him it’s not something he does but it’s just ✨him✨… he smells so fucking good, without fail he will have heads turning and the other boys asking him what he wears, and he’ll just throw them a cocky smirk and tell them it’s his “natural scent” (it’s his brothers cologne lmao). Kita has a habit of saying your name when he talks to you, will just slip it in there randomly and will catch you off guard but for some reason it’s just so hot.
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