#tendou fic

[misswritress]

« Tendou with his Insecurities »

words used: 494

warnings: pure fluff that'll give you a heart attack

A/N: I'm trying out new structures, so please feel free to comment advice/suggestions :)

Before your relationship!

✤ Due to his horrible past, Tendou is filled with insecurities, —overflowing with insecurities, to be exact.

✤ He has been called a monster, a creep and every name in the book, whether it may be in the past or the present, to his face or behind his back. He can never escape them, so this precious boy's self-esteem is at a negative 100.

✤ So imagine his surprise when you confess to him one day that you like him.

✤ For a minute, he felt that you were playing a prank on him, the meanest prank that anyone has played on him. He liked you, yes. You were kind, sweet and cute. You were one of the few people that really knows who he is. But he always felt that he wasn't good enough for you, that he was dirt stuck under a shoe; worthless and disgusting.

✤ It took him a moment to realize that you weren't joking around, that you were telling the truth. You genuinely did have feelings for him.

When you are in a relationship!

✤ You will need a lot of patience with this man.

✤ Not because he's super high maintenance, no. It's because, as stated above, this precious boy is overflowing with insecurities. Though, you both have started dating and he knows your feelings are genuine, he still feels he isn't right for you. He feels he isn't worthy of you. He feels that he isn't enough for you.

✤ THAT. IS. NOT. TRUE.

✤ Please comfort him. Reassure him that you love only him, that he is good enough for you, that he can never be replaced.

✤ This precious boy must be protected!!

✤ Just because you're dating, doesn't automatically mean his insecurities just magically go away. It's safe to say that this boy is emotionally scarred for life.

✤ Also disclaimer!! Trust and Insecurity are two different things. Tendou trusts you. He knows you would never ever cheat on him, you have his complete faith (aw, my baby)

✤ He has just been hurt so many times that he can't help it.

✤ Even when you guys have been dating for a long time, –let's say 2-3 years, he still has these kinds of thoughts, though its toned down a notch. It pops up whenever he has a bad day and he hears a mean comment about how you're dating him, it just gets to him, you know?

✤ Give him a hug, or a kiss on the lips, or both. Show him that you love him.

✤ Whatever your love language may be, Tendou needs evidence of your love whenever he's in this mood.

✤ Just do this, and his insecurities vanish for the moment.

✤ Please never get tired of telling him how much you love him, how much he means to you, how much you will never get tired of him. This boy deserves everything in life.

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[kitasgloves]

comforting your insecure bf

part 1 . part 3

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ Tendou Satori

Growing up, Tendou Satori didn't have anyone to rely on until he reached high school where he met his teammates on the volleyball team and his best friend Ushijima Wakatoshi. Having experienced bullying in middle school, he created doubts he'll find someone who will love him.

Until he graduates college and moves to France, Tendou becomes a profound chocolatier and sells his chocolates in Paris. It seemed fate had planned it when you walked into his shop and purchased a box of his famous sweets. The way you smiled at him was sweeter than any chocolate Tendou has tasted. He was too stunned to even ask for your name before you walked out of his shop. Tendou had a serious sweet tooth because he was craving for your smile.

Fate has heeded his longing because you returned to his shop again with that sweet smile of yours, by then Tendou dared to ask for your name. Your visits have become frequent, on the third visit he makes you smile, the fourth he makes you laugh, on the fifth he asks for your number, and on the sixth you ask him out on a date.

It appeared so ideal, falling in love with a sweet chocolatier in Paris. Tendou stole your heart with his precious humor and his earnest feelings. Everything looked perfect the moment you and the chocolatier became a couple. Tendou thought he was contented, letting you move in with him. But then he believed everything was moving too fast, you two went beyond kissing and before he knew it he was overwhelmed.

However, he doesn't have the heart to tell you. He's afraid that if he did, you'd give him some space and he doesn't want that. He doesn't want you to be out of his reach, he doesn't want you to leave him. Because Tendou believes he'll never find someone who'll love a weirdo like him. He's already skeptical if you're genuinely in love with him. Even as an adult, he's still bothered by the looks people give him when he's with you. He knows what they're thinking.

What is a weirdo like him doing with someone beautiful like you?

"Satori? Are okay, chérie?"

Tendou blinks and awkwardly smiles at you while nodding. His eyes returned to the television screen but his mind was elsewhere. And you can tell, for the past few days, Tendou has been acting out of his character. He stopped telling you jokes and making chocolates with you. Something was bothering him. Wordlessly, you took his hand and pulled him up from the couch. There was no protest when you took him to your shared bedroom. The two of you settled on the bed.

"Darling, I know something is bothering you and I want you to be honest with me"

"I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a little bit unwell"

"Satori..."

Tendou sighs at your warning tone. You gently took his larger hands, sharing your warmth. He can feel his eyes grow wet.

"[Name]...why the hell did you fall in love with me?"

You blinked, there was a shake of your head and a lighthearted smile on your face. You know how bizarre Tendou can behave, which makes him unique. His red buzzcut and quirky smile captured your heart. You didn't give a shit if everybody else found him weird, to you he's the most perfect man you know.

"Do you want me to show you, Satori?"

Tendou wouldn't have imagined this scenario. You settle behind him, your hand fisting his cock as he is forced to watch everything through the bedroom mirror. It didn't help that the mirror was huge and he could see every explicit detail. The precum leaking out of the slit of his dick, a red flush all over his face, and your soft hand pumping his length to draw moans out of his lips

"Ah! Chérie! Please slow down!"

You only smiled sweetly at him and continued jerking him off, he threw his head back with a strangled moan.

"Eyes on the mirror, darling"

Tendou obeys with his head spinning in pleasure. He can hear his heart palpitating wildly in his ears as you pull him apart with each stroke of your hand.

"You asked me why I fell in love with you. How could I not when you're such an adorable, funny, and caring man?"

"How could I not swoon at every chocolate you make and gift for me? For every kiss we shared under the Paris lights? And the way you swept me off my feet and took me to bed after one month of being together?"

Your pace on his cock went slower, you wanted him to hear every word you said. Tendou can feel his breath going shallow at every sentence.

"I don't care what people think of us and neither should you. As long as I'm happy with you, to hell with what they think"

"[Name] I-"

"Oh Satori, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to get married and start a family"

Suddenly, your hand wandered to his balls as you played with them. Tendou's moans echoed in the room as the pleasure went crashing in. His eyes watch you through the mirror as he feels his release building up.

"Oh fuck, [Name], please!"

"Do you want that too, darling?"

"Yes! Fuck yes! Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah? Go on, cum for me, Satori"

His hands grip the bedsheets as his hips bucked upward on your fist as he cums. You continue to pump him, letting the cum shoot out and leak on your hand. Tendou hisses as his eyes watered at the overstimulation. You kiss his neck tenderly after his orgasm. He was catching his breath when he looked at his messy reflection, he chuckled to himself. Suddenly, you pressed your lips against his ear.

"The next time you cum, it's going to be inside of me"

Tendou gulps as a bashful blush covered his cheeks. You smile sweetly at him as if you didn't whisper the nastiest shit he has ever heard against his ear.

— ♬ Hirugami Sachiro

Your first encounter with Hirugami Sachiro was when you took your dog to the vet for a check-up. You recently moved into the area and it was your first time visiting a new vet. Hirugami could've sworn Cupid pulled one of the stupid golden arrows and shot him in the back when you both locked eyes for the first time. You were gorgeous and you had an adorable dog too.

He treated your dog with utmost care and you couldn't even be happier. Since then, you started getting monthly checkups for your dog. Hirugami always looked forward to each of your arrivals, and each time he could feel himself slowly falling hard for you. At every check-up, you get to know the veterinarian more. You knew how he used to play volleyball, how he's the youngest of his siblings, his pro-volleyball best friend Hoshiumi Korai, and even his sweet dog named Kotarou.

Before you two knew it, you both grew closer and closer at each encounter. It was a matter of time before one of you would profess your feelings first. And it was Hirugami. He asked you to hang out outside of the vet to grab lunch and he confesses. He was expecting a rejection from you but you surprise him by returning his feelings.

It was only natural for you and Hirugami to become a couple. It was the happiest both of you have been in your lives. You kiss on sidewalks, have romantic dinners, and take your dogs together at the dog park. Everything felt perfect. But suddenly, you got busy with your work.

You were so busy that you had to take your dog to your cousin's to take of them for you because you didn't have time to do it. Hirugami pretended that it barely stung when you talked less and less with him. You both stopped seeing each other every day. There wasn't any bitterness rising it was just dead silence. Hirugami figured he should focus on his profession as a veterinarian. The both of you wouldn't have proper contact for weeks to the point Hirugami becomes concerned.

He didn't understand why you were busy all of a sudden, to him, it's like you barely made an effort to check on him. He felt pathetic desperately reaching out for you until he began doubting himself. What if you grew tired of him? What if you started seeing somebody else? His thoughts frightened him. Hirugami wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you. Before he realizes it, he's falling back to his bad habits back in high school.

Hiruguami used to be a perfectionist during volleyball, he'd blame himself for every mistake he made. He mindlessly scrapped his knuckles against a stone surface to the point that it bled. And he was doing it again, although less harshly. When you finally had the time to see him, you immediately asked to go over to his place.

When you saw your boyfriend your heart dropped, he looked like he was barely taking care of himself. There were dark bags under his eyes, he seemed paler, and bandages on his knuckles.

"What happened to you, Sachiro?"

You asked him, visibly concerned. It made Hirugami guilty. You two catch up during dinner and he finally tells you what is going on with him. You can feel your heart shatter.

"I thought I was never going to be the perfect boyfriend for you, [Name]"

"Is that why you began scraping your knuckles?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey, don't be. I should be the one apologizing for not trying to reach out"

"But you were busy, and I understand that-"

"Sachiro, that's still not an excuse to suddenly cut contact with you"

"But I should've done better, you know? I could've"

"Sachiro"

You firmly stopped him. Hirugami bites his lip and looks at you like a scolded child. You sighed as you went over to take his hands and kiss his bandaged knuckles. He was facing away and it seemed like he wasn't getting the message you're trying to get across. Then, you thought of an interesting way to do it.

"[Name], shit!"

Hirugami gritted his teeth as he observed you stroking his cock in front of his bedroom mirror. Everything happened so fast, one moment you were fervently kissing him and the next you were behind him giving him a handjob.

"I missed you, Sachiro"

You purred from behind as you gently pumped his cock. No matter how much he tried to resist, Hirugami couldn't peel his eyes away from the mirror. His pants were clumsily pulled down, sweat dripping down his neck, and his face completely flushed. He was so mesmerized with your hand stroking his length.

"I'm sorry for making you feel bad, baby"

"You deserve to be treated better because you're so sweet, nice, and handsome"

Hirugami's mouth falls open as a moan escapes his mouth. His eyes shut when the pleasure overtakes his body when you suddenly grab his chin.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror for me please?"

You requested and who was he to deny you? You jerked him off at a pleasurable pace as he watched himself melt in your presence.

"You're the best boyfriend in the world, Sachiro. I'm not letting you think otherwise"

"You're so hot, passionate about your job, and the best at making me cum every time we fuck"

Hirugami lets out a low groan when you reach for his sack as you start to massage it. Every thought of insecurity vanishes in his head as he focuses on you as you drive him lightheaded.

"[Name], fuck! I wanna cum!"

"Not until you tell me that you're the best boyfriend in the world"

When you begin to tease his slit with your fingers, he grabs your thigh and glares at you through the mirror. The feral look in his eye made him look so attractive. He looks at you dead in the eye through the mirror as you physically shiver.

"I'm the best boyfriend in the world"

"Damn right you are, and don't you ever forget that"

With that, you viciously pumped his cock to the brink of orgasm. The pace was so overwhelming that Hirugami's eyes rolled back as the most earth-shattering orgasm hit him. He could've sworn he went to heaven and back. After his release, he sees through the mirror that his cum has stained his abdomen and your hand. His hair was a mess and he's covered in sweat all over.

"Feeling better now, Sachiro?"

"I am, thank you"

He smiles at you as you return the gesture. But then you begin to pull your shirt over your head as his eyes bulge out of their sockets, before he can say something, you possessively grab his shoulders.

"How about we make up for the time we lost, baby?"

— ♬ Miya Osamu

During the humble beginnings of his business at Onigiri Miya, you stumbled into Osamu Miya's life. Freshly graduated from college, you clumsily entered his shop hungry and prepared to devour anything available on the menu. You were done after a grueling job interview. Osamu was eager to feed you whatever was best on his menu.

"Oh my gosh, this is so delicious!"

You exclaimed as you pointed at the Onigiri he served to you, there was an adorable glimmer in your eyes that Osamu couldn't help but blush. He tries to cover it by tilting his hat downward to cover his face. Somehow you have successfully made his heart race by your smile alone. He learns how bright and friendly you were when you gave him your name, he eagerly spells out his. At that moment, he's convinced his life is about to take a drastic turn.

You visit Onigiri Miya daily, always talking to Osamu as you two gradually became close friends. He recently learned you got a job as PR in MSBY Black Jackals, and he freezes. There is no doubt that you have met his twin brother, Atsumu Miya. That bastard probably tried to flirt with you, maybe tease you or subtly make a suggestive remark. Osamu's chest grew tight.

Even if he and Atsumu shared the same face, people naturally flocked to his brother more. Despite his cocky attitude and unapologetic behavior, people overlooked the flaws Atsumu had because of his magnetic looks. After all, Atsumu genuinely makes an effort to look good. He learns how to bleach and properly style his hair, how to dress stylishly and make everyone swoon behind the cameras. Compared to all that, Osamu barely tried.

Osamu just pulls on whatever he finds in his wardrobe, no matter how horrible it looks. He only knows how to brush his hair (he stopped letting Atsumu dye his hair dark grey again). And he's awkward when there are cameras around. Osamu becomes convinced that he'll never have a shot with you.

"'Samu! Are you even listening?"

You placed your hands on your hips and raised a brow at him. Osamu snaps out of it and sends you a timid smile and a rub on the back of his neck. You huffed.

"Sorry, what did ya say, [Name]?"

"I said, do you want to go on a date with me?"

"What?"

Osamu's eyes grew wide and gazed at you with pure astonishment behind the counter. He points to himself as his jaw drops to the floor. You couldn't hold back a giggle.

"Ya want to go on a date? With me? Me?"

"Yes, you idiot"

"Holy shit"

Well, he wasn't expecting that. On that weekend, you and Osamu went all over the city, exploring and eating street food. You held his hand for the first time and he could've sworn his heart leaped out of his chest. He decided to grow some balls and ask you to be his. And your only response was a wide smile as you grabbed his cheeks to give him a long and sweet smooch on the lips.

"Oi, scrub! Ya got any beer here?"

Atsumu yelled inside the kitchen. Osamu was one step closer to horse kicking his brother in the face. You shook your head and went to tell Atsumu there were beers in the fridge. Tonight was supposed to be a date night but Atsumu decided to show up at his apartment unannounced and crash it. You seemed unbothered considering you deal with the blonde merely on a daily at your job, but Osamu was uncomfortable.

The three of you watched some Ghibli movies. You were wedged between the twins eating snacks and drinking beer. As the night went on, Osamu couldn't shake off the feeling that he was uninvited in his place. You were being loud with Atsumu, sharing jokes and trading insults. You were being too naturally close to his brother that it's making his body heavy.

"M'gonna go ta bed"

Osamu mumbled as the end credits played after the movie, you stopped talking with Atsumu and watched your boyfriend drag his feet to the bedroom. Osamu collapsed on his bed, burying his face against his pillow. He remembers the fight he had with Atsumu back in high school after he admitted that he was going to quit playing volleyball. Since then there has been a competition that who lives the happier life, and Osamu was beginning to think he was losing.

There was a knock on the door before you entered his bedroom, Osamu avoided your gaze and pretended that he had passed out. You poked his leg and called out for his name softly, enough to tug on his heartstrings. When he faces you, your features display worry.

"Are you okay?"

"M'fine, [Name]"

"Is it because of 'Tsumu?"

"No"

Osamu replied so quickly that it answered the lingering question in your head. You sighed as you tugged on his arm, pulling him upwards from the bed. You smiled as you fixed his messy hair, but he didn't meet your eyes.

"Are you jealous, 'Samu?"

"No"

His tone was sincere. You hummed as you went behind him to wrap your arms around him, Osamu gazed at you through his bedroom mirror placed in front of his bed. He sees the tender look you give him through the mirror that he caves in. He spills his rising insecurity and how he deeply compared himself to his twin brother. And you were baffled.

"Osamu you fucking idiot"

"Huh?"

"Do you think I'm gonna leave you for that pisshead setter?"

"I mean, he's better lookin'-"

"Don't tell me you're letting him win"

Osamu shuts his mouth, he remembers how he shared with you about his ongoing sibling competition with Atsumu. You shake your head as your hands trailed to his belt, unbuckling it. Osamu gulps and stares at his unlocked bedroom door.

"Ugh, those two better not be fucking"

Atsumu mumbled as he played another movie on the TV. Meanwhile, Osamu was trying his hardest not to let an obscene moan leave his mouth as you jerked him from behind. He wouldn't dare let Atsumu hear what was going on inside the bedroom, and he wouldn't dare let his brother win the competition.

"Ah! Hmm, fuck [Name]"

"Osamu Miya, you fucking moron. Do you believe Atsumu is better than you?"

Osamu only answered through hushed and choked moans. You pumped his length faster, watching as precum leaked out of the slit. You pressed your lips against his ear.

"You're such a fantastic boyfriend. You're a hardworking business owner, you make the best damn onigiri, and you're so fucking hot. So, why the fuck are you comparing yourself to him?"

Your hands trailed to his ballsack to massage it and Osamu throws his head back, biting his lip to hold back a whine. You forced his head forward to the mirror.

"Eyes on the mirror, babe"

"Hnngh, [Name], please"

"I'm in love with you Osamu Miya, and you only. You better tattoo that shit to your brain, sweetheart"

"Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad [Name]!"

"Really? Are you done comparing yourself to Atsumu?"

"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!"

"Good, go on, cum for me, Osamu"

You purred as you wrapped your delicate hands around his cock as you stroked him rapidly. Bringing him to his sweet release. There was no way his twin wouldn't have heard the moan he unleashed as he cums. His hips jerked forward as his seed stained his pants and your hand. His eyes roll back as he throws his head backward with his mouth ajar. All he could hear was the sound of his loud heartbeat. As he comes back to his senses, he sees you smiling at him through the mirror. He chuckles.

"Well aren't ya full of surprises"

You laugh. He turns to grab your cheek to lean down and tenderly kiss you. Osamu smiles like he has won the lottery, no, even better. He has someone who loves him for who he is.

"Thank you, [Name]"

"You're welcome, baby"

Osamu couldn't fight back the smug look on his face as the two of you rejoined Atsumu in the living room. Atsumu gives him a narrowed look.

'What the fuck are ya smilin' for?'

'I win'

'The fuck?'

— ♬ Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa Kiyoomi was comfortable on his own. He learned how to be independent and never relied on anyone constantly. For the most part, he's a natural introvert. He did have friends. Well, it's all thanks to his cousin Komori Motoya forcing him to socialize or his job as a professional athlete who needed to get along with his teammates. Sakusa thinks that having a few sets of friends he's good to go. Until you had to ruin everything.

You were the cheerful manager of the MSBY Black Jackals. Something about your warm and welcoming demeanor made Sakusa's nose scrunch. The way you smiled and talked with everyone like you had known them for years, it was uncomfortable for him to watch. However, you didn't force any conversation with him. You only greeted him and smiled. Yeah, he appreciated that but he's still cautious about you.

Over time, Sakusa learns there's a certain depth to you. That you weren't just all smiles and laughter. You're a professional human being with an emotional intelligence beyond him. You're incredibly sympathetic and intelligent and he's impressed. You're observant of people's perceptions of others and emotions. No wonder, you didn't force yourself to him.

You gave him space and respected his excessive cleanliness. Sakusa decides you're good in his book. What changed everything was when he was unexpectedly stuck in a crowd. It was absolute hell, he got lost navigating the team during an event. On the brink of an anxiety attack, you showed up.

"Sakusa-senshu!"

You called out, concerned at the way he was hunched forward seemingly on the verge of losing consciousness. Sakusa can feel your pinkie finger linking with his, he regains his focus. He looks at you as you lead him out of the crowd by his pinkie finger only. Perhaps out of respect because he doesn't like anyone touching him.

"Are you okay, Sakusa-senshu?"

"Yes, thank you [Name]"

When you smiled at him, his chest grew tight. It felt different. It was as if his world grew clearer and he could suddenly breathe perfectly. On the way to meet up with the team, he grabs your shoulder.

"Kiyoomi"

"Hm?"

"Call me Kiyoomi"

The moment you earned the permission to call him by his first name, your relationship with him changed. The two of you grew closer in such a short amount of time. The team was calling the spiker out for favoritism because Sakusa treats you kinder compared to them. He talks to you the most during breaks, he shares snacks and hand sanitizers, and it went as far as letting you high-five him after a game in which everyone was enraged.

Sakusa had never met someone who had made him smile so hard that his cheeks hurt, someone who knew what made him laugh until there were tears in his eyes, and someone he wouldn't mind breaking his own rules for. Whenever he looks at you, Sakusa finds it hard to look away. And before he realizes, he's falling for you.

And he's fucking petrified. Sakusa wasn't entirely smart when it came to romance, he never planned to fall in love with you. So, he bottles it up inside of him for years and it becomes unbearable. He figured you weren't ready to have a relationship let alone with him. And that you wouldn't want him to be your boyfriend. He's strict, a jerk, and a clean freak. Aside from his handsome looks and his amazing athletic abilities, Sakusa wasn't interesting.

However, unexpectedly, when he learns you're about to quit being the manager of the team to pursue another career, Sakusa panics and spills his feelings for you. He tells you he's been in love with you for ages. He doesn't want to see you leave without telling you how he feels. Shockingly, you laughed and smiled at him as you told him that the feelings were mutual. At that moment, Sakusa was convinced he had found true happiness.

The two of you dated and became official for six months. There were ups and downs in the relationship but it worked. Sakusa learned how to balance his growing volleyball career with his time with you. And you were happy with your newly chosen career and without failing to make Sakusa fall for you even more.

Tonight, the team invited Sakusa and you to a local club to celebrate the recent win against the SCHWEDEIN Adlers. Sakusa was about to quickly decline until you immediately agreed. So, here he is, alone by the bartender, nursing his cup of alcohol while he watches you dance with his friends. He could join you if he didn't detest crowds and dancing.

You were in your element, having fun with Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu. The four of you were stuck in your own world lost in the music. Something foreign bloomed in Sakusa's chest. It squeezed his heart and yanked it violently. He shakily finishes his drink as he frowns and watches you forget about his existence on the dancefloor.

Sakusa imagined if he was more likable, he'd join you and the guys on the dancefloor. If he wasn't a fucking coward, he'd grab you and spin you around to the music. If he wasn't boring, he'd give you the time of your life partying in the club. Sakusa sniffs as he finds himself exiting the club and driving home, lost in his sea of insecure thoughts.

When he arrived home, he received multiple text messages and missed calls from you. God, he's such a fucking dick for leaving you there at the club. He calls to tell you he's sorry and that he's back home. You later arrived at his apartment and saw him slouching on his bed, frowning. You were sweaty and fresh out of the club but he lets you embrace him.

"Sorry, I felt...overwhelmed"

"It's okay Ki, I just got worried. Let's just stay here, I'll tell the guys we went home"

"You...you should head back to the club"

"What? Why?"

"You were enjoying yourself out there with them and I just...ruined it"

Sakusa looks away. You sighed as you grabbed his chin to gently peck him on the lips.

"No, you didn't ruin anything. I would ditch them in a heartbeat if you said you wanted to go home, y'know"

"[Name]..."

"Kiyoomi, you matter more to me than anything else, okay?"

"I just can't help but wish I was more...fun for you"

"What do you mean, Ki?"

Sakusa shrugs and you frown. You settled from behind him to give him a tight hug. He sees you do so in front of his large bedroom mirror.

"If only I didn't hate crowds or physical touch, I would've danced with you at the club"

"Ki, you know I don't mind that, right?"

"Maybe if I wasn't so...boring you would've been happier"

He mumbled, and you huffed. You didn't like how Sakusa was putting himself down because it was so unlike him. The Sakusa you knew was confident and had no ounce of self-doubt. If only you could prove to him he's so much more than that.

"Uh, why are you smirking at me like that, [Name]?"

Sakusa never predicted this circumstance at all. His pants pulled down to his thighs, his cock out and your pretty hand stroking his length. Sakusa watched with lidded eyes and low moans as you give him an erotic handjob from behind. He grips your thighs as he feels his heart bang against his ribcage.

"Oh fuck, [Name]!"

"You like that, pretty boy?"

You grin devilishly at him through the mirror and he just grows even harder. The way you pumped his cock makes his head spin deliriously.

"Look at you, Ki. You're so pretty and hot moaning like that"

"[Name] please"

He whimpers and it encourages you to jerk him off faster. Sakusa goes briefly crossed-eyed as he watches the pornographic scene in the mirror.

"You're the most kindest and amazing boyfriend in the world, Kiyoomi"

You told him softly. He groans when your hands reach to cup his balls, he can feel drool leaving the corner of his mouth.

"You're so good at volleyball and cleaning, plus you know how to cook! Oh, I just can't wait to marry you soon"

"You-oh fuck!-mean that?"

"Yes, darling. You're not boring, not to me, never"

"I-ah!-I'm glad"

You smile sweetly at him as you return to pumping his cock faster. Sakusa's breath hitched he released a loud moan. With your free hand, you grab his chin to make him watch himself fall apart right in front of the mirror. You bite his earlobe.

"Are you gonna cum, pretty boy?"

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes!"

"Go ahead. Cum for me Kiyoomi"

As your words echoed inside his head, Sakusa hit his orgasm like no other. It felt as though his soul left his body as he shot his load all over your hand. His head was thrown back with his jaw slack. As he slowly descends back to his body, he feels the sweat all over his skin and his cock softening. You kiss him on the cheek and fix his curls out of his eyes.

"How are you feeling, Kiyoomi?"

"Fucking great"

You smile cheekily at him but he only gazes at you breathlessly with lidded eyes. He slowly turns to directly stare at you, he couldn't be more in love with you, he swears.

"Ki? Why are you staring at me like that-oh shit! Wait! Stop, you're going to tear my clothes!!!"

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[kairismess]

pocky challenge with him. (part 2)

kuroo tetsuro. — original chocolate pocky.

kuroo loves seeing your flustered face as you tremble and stare up into his eyes, making his smirk grow as you hesitantly take another bite of the pocky stick. he places his finger under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, and takes a big, daring bite forward–until the only distance you two have left is a single nibble between you two.

he teases you, chuckling lowly to himself as he cups the underside of your face with his whole palm, bringing you closer to his own face as he bites ahead. after much teasing, he leaves a small kiss on your lips; it was gentle, it was a kind kiss–a kiss that meant he wanted what you two had to be more than a one time thing; that he's more than serious about wanting to be yours.

++ he nibbles the bits of chocolate coating left on your lips ~

satori tendou. — double chocolate pocky.

tendou enjoys making you smile with the goofy faces he makes when he's so close to kissing you. it's like he takes your mind off the fact that he's so close to you, and instead gives you a reason to show him that gorgeous smile he loves seeing every day.

he does get a bit teasing, though; he soon points out that he's a bite away from you, what'll you do about it? of course, he doesn't expect you to do anything–he just wanted to get a reaction out of you, he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to. but what he wasn't expecting was you to bite the last piece, lean over, and kiss his lips.

guess who's smiling now after all that loving?

akaashi keiji. — green tea pocky.

akaashi only agreed to this so you'd stop pestering him, and he never found it annoying, though–he just wasn't sure about you being so close to him. a million thoughts ran through his mind all at once as you kept biting forward, with him being paralyzed to his seat, not daring to take another bite forward.

he may look calm on the surface, but internally, akaashi was freaking out. he didn't know if he was ready to meet your lips halfway, let alone if you'd like the feeling of his. he didn't want anything to change between you two, because even if he won't ever confess to you his true feelings, at least he can be your friend...

...that kissed you without thinking.

#kuroo tetsuroo #satori tendou #keiji akaashi #tetsuro kuroo x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #tendou x reader #tendou x y/n #akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #kuroo fanfiction #tendou fluff #akaashi fluff #kuroo fluff #kuroo fic #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu tendou #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x gn!reader

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 12

public play - tendou satori x reader

word count: 607

kinktober masterlist

You’d always known Tendou was a freak in bed. Even before you two had begun dating, you had an inkling. With how unorthodox he was, anyone would’ve guessed he was less than vanilla under the sheets. What shocked them was when he got together with you.

You knew how you looked to the people of your university. Prim, proper, never a hair out of place, well-ironed clothes and clean smile, always early for class and always on top of your grades. What can you say? You were efficient.

So how had you ended up here? Dating the Guess Monster of all people? You heard the whispers follow you when Tendou walked you to class, the same class he had the gall to be skipping. You knew they wondered, and you knew that they had no idea just how similar you and Tendou actually were.

“I wish they could see you now, honey.” Tendou cooed in your ear as your body squirmed and jerked. His lean, surprisingly sturdy figure held you in place against the wall, long thin fingers wiggling inside you so carelessly that you were worried he would rip you apart. He hummed to himself right afterward in contemplation. “Well, they could very well see you. All they have to do is really look.”

And he was right, standing under the shadow of the staircase, it wouldn’t take much for the bustling crowd of students rushing through the halls to take a little breath and slow down, realizing that the huddle under the stairs was you pressed into the wall while your tall boyfriend fingered you fast and rough, his hand disappearing under the hem of your skirt.

You bit into Tendou’s shoulder to try and stifle your moans, bucking your hips into him more and more. You wanted to cum so bad, all rational thought had flown out the window long ago. You didn’t care who saw you at this point, the voices and chatter of the people long drowned out by the roaring in your ears. Tendou chuckled.

“Dirty little thing,” he had a teasing lilt to his voice. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fingered in public. Crying all over my hand. And you’re soaking, too. Way more than usual. Should I do this more often?”

You were panting at this point, breathing hard to try and compensate for your lack of moans. You were close, and Tendou could tell, from the slow stiffening of your body to how you pushed yourself closer to him, your movements getting more desperate.

“Or maybe I should drag you out there in front of everybody,” he mused, knowing what his dirty ramblings did to you, knowing they would push you closer to the end. “I should lay you out on the floor and fuck you right there, so a crowd can gather and watch you cry and cum over my cock. That what you want? Everyone to see how big of a whore you are?”

And his words worked, because the next moment you were cumming, your juices running down his hand and his wrist, his fingers moving faster and faster to prolong your orgasm as much as he could, ignoring how hard his own cock was, straining against his pants. This was enough for now, getting off on the thought of taking you in front of all these idiots who thought he didn’t deserve you. They would understand then, as they watched you cry and moan about how good his fingers felt, why you were with him. That would shut them up real quick.

And Tendou was just freaky enough to actually pull that stunt someday.

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#kinktober #tendou satori x reader #tendou smut #tendou x y/n #hq tendou #haikyuu tendou #tendou satori x you #tendou satori smut #tendou satori fanfiction #tendou satori fic #tendou satori imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu imagine

[lees-chaotic-brain-reblogs]

Haikyuu Fic Recs

Note: I do sometimes link my reblogs bc there is literally nothing I hate more than clicking on a link only to arrive at the ghost blog page.

Blogs to just read through: @emmyrosee @screamin-abt-haikyuu @quirrrky @kairakeiji @augustinewrites @mysterystarz @tahdashi @haikyuuphilia @kitashinsvks @adoringhaikyuu

Oikawa

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

@ktsumu

Fifth Time's the Charm (fluff)

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

@earthtooz

Young and Beautiful (fluff)

@teddybeartoji

Helping him Stretch (suggestive)

@livinghostly

Back to It (fluff)

@oreosmama

Voicemails After Breakup (angst)

@chimielie

And They Were Roommates (misunderstandings)

Kuroo

@tetzoro

Loser Boyfriend Kuroo (fluff)

@rintaroll

Truth or Drink (exes to lovers)

@tetsuskei

Colleague (office au)

@clubkira

Power Outage (comfort)

@a4nnnnn

Love at First Bite (fluff)

@bluebird-in-the-breeze

The Cafe Critique Project (fluff)

Iwaizumi

@fuyuluvr

I Didn't Mean It (hurt/comfort)

@dumbseee

Idol Girlfriend (fluff)

@sugarlywhispers

Do Something Cute (fluff)

@bananawafers

The Perfect Fit (fluff)

@arhvste

Instagram (fluff)

Akaashi

@fuyuluvr

I Didn't Mean It (hurt/comfort)

@luvring

University with Akaashi (university au)

Ushijima

@ktsumu

A Childhood Bedroom (fluff)

@strwbrryeyes

As a Best Friend (fluff)

Kita

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

Bokuto

@bananawafers

What Dating him Looks Like (fluff)

Tsukishima

@livinghostly

Cat's Out of the Bag (fluff)

Kenma

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

Kageyama

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

Nishinoya

@sugarlywhispers

Nightmare (comfort)

Tendou

@oreosmama

Voicemails After Breakup (angst)

Daichi

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

Atsumu

@gojoath-deactivated20240402

Stay for Breakfast (fluff, comfort)

@hihello-pinky

Varsity Crush (fluff)

#lee's brain food #ushijima x reader #fic recs #oikawa x reader #daichi x reader #kageyama x reader #kenma x reader #tsukishima x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #akaashi x reader #nishinoya x reader #kita x reader #tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #asahi x reader

[satorisoup]

#HAIKYUU AS RANDOM TEXTS (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : i have writers block so here take this.

#WARNINGS : cursing.

all photos found on pinterest! (characters are gray)

IWAIZUMI. semi.

KENMA. kunimi.

KUROO. suna.

BOKUTO. lev.

ATSUMU. tanaka. tendou.

#satorisoup #kuroo x you #lev x reader #bokuto kotaro #atsumu fic #haikyuu osamu #kunimi akira #satori tendou #tanaka x reader #hajime iwaizumi #semi eita #inarizaki x y/n #nekoma x you #fukurodani x reader #karasuno x you #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #anime #haikyuu x reader #kenma x you #haikyuu kuroo #iwaizumi x you #aoba josai x reader #hq iwaizumi #hq drabble #hq bokuto #hq kuroo #hq x reader

[tatsumessy]

Husband Ushijima! Subtly invites you to his games because he likes knowing you’re close by at all times.

Husband Ushijima! Takes you out on a walk around the city whenever you two are traveling just to make sure you’re not bored while he’s away.

Husband Ushijima! Looks for you after he scores the winning point just to see you jumping up with joy from his accomplishments.

Husband Ushijima! Gets jealous whenever you join him for practice and sees his teammates getting too comfortable with you. He pulls you away and makes you sit on his lap while he drinks some water during his break time.

Husband Ushijima! Lays his head on your shoulder slowly dozing off in the cab drive back home.

Husband Ushijima! Says I Love You at the most unexpected times just to remind you of how much he cares.

#haikyuu!! #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima headcanons #ushijima x y/n #ushijima imagine #reece ushijima #ushijima fic #ushijima x tendou #ushijima scenarios #ushijima x reader #ushijima hikaru #ushijima x oikawa #haikyuu wakatoshi #wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi fluff #wakatoshi smut #wakatoshi ushijima #ushijima x you #ushijima hcs

[clubkira]

IT’S BEEN RAINING IN JAPAN .ᐟ

── TIMESTAMPS SERIES┊͙HAIKYUU!!

it’s been raining in manila, hindi ka ba nilalamig?

premise. when the storm clouds clear overhead, our love blooms. through the thunderstorms and rain showers, all i see and love is you.

content. haikyū!! / f!reader. timestamps series. rain as a central theme. 24 hrs clock. fluff (with some suggestive moments). standalone oneshots. most are set pre-timeskip.

notes. series updates irregularly. all oneshots are unrelated to one another. more oneshots tba.

series soundtrack. raining in manila : lola amour.

IT’S BEEN RAINING IN …

── MIYAGI .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ karasuno high.

[ 19:21 ] — sudden downpour.

⌗ shōyo hinata. tobio kageyama. kei tsukishima. tadashi yamaguchi. hitoka yachi.

[ 15:55 ] — singin’ in the rain.

⌗ shōyo hinata.

[ 16:52 ] — when it rains, it pours.

⌗ kei tsukishima.

[ 6:37 ] — all four seasons.

⌗ sawamura daichi. koushi sugawara. azumane asahi. shimizu kiyoko.

˳༄꠶ aoba johsai high┊seijoh.

[ 18:37 ] — freshly mown grass.

⌗ tōru oikawa. hajime iwaizumi. issei matsukawa. takahiro hanamaki.

˳༄꠶ shiratorizawa academy.

[ 07:24 ] — puddles.

⌗ wakatoshi ushijima. satori tendō.

[ 17:25 ] — sweet melodies.

⌗ eita semi.

── TOKYO .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ nekoma high.

[ 23:42 ] — last train.

⌗ tetsurō kuroo. kenma kozume. morisuke yaku. nobuyuki kai. shōhei fukunaga. taketora yamamoto.

[ 16:36 ] — shelter.

⌗ kenma kozume.

[ 03:24 ] — power outage.

⌗ tetsurō kuroo.

˳༄꠶ fukurōdani academy.

[ 21:02 ] — double take.

⌗ keiji akaashi.

˳༄꠶ itachiyama institute.

[ 10:39 ] — after hours.

⌗ kiyoomi sakusa.

── HYŌGO .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ inarizaki high.

[ 19:57 ] — fireworks.

⌗ shinsuke kita.

[ 02:19 ] — pitter patter.

⌗ rintarō suna.

[ 18:25 ] — couch hog.

⌗ atsumu miya. osamu miya.

── NAGANO .ᐟ ᥫ᭡

˳༄꠶ kamomedai high.

[ 19:52 ] — fireflies.

⌗ sachirō hirugami. kōrai hoshiumi.

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

© SHOYOSTAR 2023 — do not repost, copy, translate or edit my works. do not recommend my account outside of tumblr.

#haikyuu!! #haikyu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic #haikyuu series #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #shoyo x reader #hinata x reader #kageyama x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #tsukishima x reader #ushijima x reader #osamu x reader #sakusa x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #tendou x reader #yamaguchi x reader #𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓃’. 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈 ෆ #( 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 : 𐚁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 )

[i-cant-sing]

I’m just picturing ushijima messing up a serve and it accidentally hits the reader who is filling up water bottles for the team. The hall hits them right in the stomach, knocking the wind out of them. And Ushijima is just absolutely devastated. This guy cannot believe that he just served a ball into y/n, who is a “frail kitten”

You’d think he killed you, well in his eyes he practically did. Even the whole team is shell shocked because it hurts to even return on of his serves, let alone get hit in the stomach by one. A large black bruise forms quickly after the accident, making him feel even worse then before. Ushijima makes it a rule that you’re not allowed to leave the blench during their practices.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO CAUSE NOW I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT A SMALL KITTEN'S FACE BEING REPLACED BY READER'S FACE AND IN USHIJIMA'S MIND, YOU'RE NOW PERMANENTLY SEEN AS THAT- "A FRAIL KITTEN"

The moment the ball hit you, everything came to a stop. The bottle you were holding, drops and you do as well, curling into yourself as you hold your stomach and start crying. That's when they all come running to you.

"Y/n? Y/n, are you okay?" Semi asks while Ushijima quietly turns you over on your back. You're just groaning in pain, crying as you shake your head, and Ushjima has to pry your hands away and lift up your shirt to see your reddening stomach.

"Shit." Tendou whispered. Ushijima simply picked you up and shushed you when you whined, running out of the gymnasium to the nearest hospital, with Tendou and Semi in tow, while the rest of the team stayed behind to explain to the coach what happened.

"Nothing's broken, so that's good. However, she did have some internal bleeding on her right side. We've fixed that but she will need a lot of rest, avoid strenuous exercises for a while. She might experience shortness of breath, abdominal pain and nausea for a while, but that's okay. But if she starts bleeding from her nose, eyes, ears or there's blood in her stool, she needs to come see me immediately." The doctor told Ushijima while you slept in the room.

Soon they brought you back to the dorms and Ushijima tucked you in bed, brushing the hair out of your face as a tear finally slipped from his eye. He did this to you. You have a large bruise because Ushijima slapped the ball out of court, and it hit you.

Wait. What were you doing near the court? Didn't he tell you to stay put on the bench?

You were filling up water bottles for them, and as sweet as it was, you almost died because of him. You're lucky the ball didn't break any bone, or else Ushijima would've actually thought that he'd killed you.

This is your fault as much as its his. He told you to stay on the bench for a reason, which was so that you dont get hit by the balls. And you didn't listen! If you weren't so bruised up, Ushijima might've finally punished you, but you need to rest.

He doesn't why you don't listen to him. Don't you know that he only wants the best for you? Does he need to tie down to the bench? Put a leash on you? Cant you see-

Wait. Leash. Ushijima's seen some parents putting leashes on their unruly kids.

Maybe that's something he could look into, considering how useful it'd be when you try to get lost in the sea of people during tournaments. Hell, he could even tie your leash to the bench.

Ushijima pulled out his phone and googled "child safety harnesses".

He's not losing his frail little kitten ever again.

#yandere ushijima x reader #yandere ushijima wakatoshi #yandere ushijima #yandere shiratorizawa #yandere haikyuu #platonic yandere #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima fic #ushijima fluff #ushijima imagine #yandere tendou

[kings-highway]

honestly my favourite ushiten dynamic is:

Tendou: me and wakatoshi started having sex 5 months ago. I'm absolutely in love with him, but its purely physical, hes just blowing off steam and could never actually want to be with someone like me. one day, he'll find someone nice and respectable and settle down and I just need to accept that.

Ushijima: me and Tendou have been dating for five months

#ive read probably half a dozen fics like this and every single one of them is a banger #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu tendou #ushiten #ushijima x tendou #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #haikyuu ships

[meowdarame]

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞!!

pairings: dice’s dream 6-some x fem!reader (atsumu x iwaizumi x fem!reader x matsukawa x ushijima x tendou); no m! x m! interactions, only m! x f! interactions; afab!reader, she/her pronouns

synopsis: tendou brings the boys back together to celebrate your birthday. you thought you had seen the extent of satori’s playful antics, but this one takes the cake— literally. a sequel to three holes, two hands.

warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT. 18+ MINORS DNI. 6-some/gangbang (but everything is consensual); mentions of food (a cake in specific, but no actual eating occurs); some bondage with rope (atsumu’s part); consensual nude photo taking; cum (lots and lots of cum!); thigh fucking; titty fucking; face/throat fucking; unprotected sex; pull-out method; creampie; cum swallowing; mild impact play (a few ass and tit slaps); overstimulation; mild degradation; lots of praise; please lmk if there’s anything that i missed! (there’s a lot going on in this fic!)

word count: 7.1k words

notes: a postponed installation for my birth month event! you can read this as a stand-alone but i recommend checking out the prequel to this, which is linked above. happy birthday to the sweetest boy ever and the love of my life, satori tendou <3 reblogs are super appreciated!

All you really wanted for your birthday was a custom box of chocolates from your husband’s shop, a bouquet of baby pink roses from the local florist, and a back massage that maybe leads to something more.

But after opening your front door and hearing the scuffling coming from further inside your house, you know that your husband has more plans for your birthday— a lot more, judging by the amount of shoes neatly lined against your wall that belong to unknown owners.

“Shh! I think I just heard the front door open! She’s home; everyone be quiet!”

Satori’s hushed whispers echo off the walls of the foyer of your shared home. After taking off your shoes and placing them on the rack, you follow the sound of your husband’s voice through the hallway, turn the corner to enter your dining room, and find a sight that you hadn’t seen in six months.

There, sitting silently around your mahogany dinner table, are the members of the “starting lineup” of your dream 6-some that happened almost half a year ago— an encounter that left your body sore and splattered with your husband’s and his friends’ cum. Your face burns hot when you remember the whole ordeal, but your husband’s sing-songy voice pulls you out of your dazed state.

“Happy birthday, my love!” Satori jovially raises both of his arms in the air, a playful and prideful expression plastered on his face; it fills up the entire room with a lighthearted mirth, alleviating some of the embarrassment that you feel in the pit of your stomach. Shaking your head and chuckling lightly to yourself, you trudge over to your husband and wrap your arms around his waist, enveloping his thin frame in a tight hug.

“Satori, you really need to start giving me a heads-up before you pull stunts like this. You know that I hate surprises,” you tease, lightly poking his side and causing him to let out a small shriek. Once his giggles fade, he turns you around and wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. His lips are dangerously close to the sweet spot on your neck— so close that his warm breath tickles the shell of your ear as he softly pants.

“So what now, sweetheart?” He murmurs, his lanky arms squeezing your waist tighter as he continues on. “Would you prefer that I send them home? I could do that for you, if that’s what you want. But then you wouldn’t get your birthday gift…”

Your eyes scan across the room, drinking in the image of the four attractive men seated in front of you. Atsumu looks as gorgeous as ever, his soft platinum blonde locks shine like sunlight and pair beautifully with his lightly tanned skin. Issei and Wakatoshi look broad and brooding, per usual, but both men wear drastically different expressions on their handsome faces. Wakatoshi stares down at his neatly-folded hands on your table, but Issei’s eyes haven’t stopped scanning your body since you first stepped into the room. His raven irises travel up and down every curve and ridge of your body, making his lips curl up into a sly smirk and his dick jump in his pants. And Hajime— has he gotten bigger? You think that your eyes could be deceiving you, because honestly, you thought that it was impossible for your high school crush to get even more buff than he was since the last time you saw him. But with the way that his shirt clings so tight to his biceps and pecs— almost appearing like it’s second skin— you have no doubt in your mind that he did put on some additional muscle weight.

“I never said that,” you reply coyly. Turning your face to your husband, you plant a kiss against his soft, squishy cheek, making his ears tint pink. “I love the gift, but I’m just saying that for next time, give me a warning, babe.” The tips of Satori’s ears now burn as red as his hair at the implication of your words, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at Satori’s cuteness.

You bring your attention back to your esteemed guests, and sarcastically ask, “So what’s on the agenda for tonight, boys? I’m assuming it’s another one of Satori’s experimental trysts that he wants you guys to act out with him.”

Some snickers are heard from around the room, but they soon fade as Satori ushers you to the empty seat at the head of the table. A white pastry box rests ominously in front of you, and butterflies swarm in your stomach as you wait for one of them to speak.

“Tonight,” Satori’s voice breaks through the stiff silence. “We eat cake!” He cheers, gesturing to the box.

You scoff. “Is that some snarky euphemism for eating my ass, Satori?” You narrow your eyes at him, sizing him up, but his confident resolve doesn’t falter as he shakes his head.

“No, no,” he assures you and raises both of his hands in surrender. “There really is a cake in the box! Open it and see for yourself if you don’t believe me!”

Sighing, you reach out and pull the mysterious object closer to you. Shaky fingers gripping the sides of the cardboard box, you lift its lid and are met with a shocking sight— you.

At least, it’s a photo of you. Naked. On a cake.

You immediately recognize the picture as one that Satori took of you in post-orgasm bliss— you’re splayed out on your bed, his cum painting creamy white strings across your tummy. That night was definitely one to remember. You had received a promotion at your job earlier that day, and to celebrate, your husband had made you cum on his tongue three times and around his cock another four, congratulating you for being his smart and pretty girl.

The cake is cut into five even sections. The first shows your fucked-out face, a dopey smile spreading from cheek to cheek and hooded eyelids covering your lust-filled irises. In the next section, your neck, shoulders, and tits are printed onto the cake in colorful frosting. You’re pushing your tits together with your hands, letting your perked nipples peek through the gaps in between your fingers. The slice beneath it depicts your tummy, and whoever frosted this cake took extra care to make sure that Satori’s cum noticeably stands out against your sweaty, glistening skin. The fourth section puts your pussy on display, which is shyly tucked behind the plush flesh of your inner thighs. You remember instinctively pressing your thighs together when Satori took the photo, slight embarrassment pulsing at your core— the same feeling that’s overtaking your body right now. The final and closest slice to you displays your thighs down to your knees, and just from looking at the photo, you remember how badly your flesh stung for the next few days because of how hard Satori had bitten and sucked all over them.

“Satori,” you breathe out unsteadily as your mind begins to cloud with anger. “What the fuck?”

He places both of his hands on your shoulders, thumbs gently rubbing circles into the tight muscles. “Don’t you love it, sweetheart? You look so beautiful,” he sighs dreamily, overcome with admiration at the lewd image before him.

You ignore his question. “Satori, did you really send a nude photo of me to a bakery and have them print it on a cake?” Your voice is so low and calm that it fills the room with unease. The men uncomfortably shift in their seats, averting your furious gaze that burns a hole straight through the sweet treat.

“What? Absolutely not, my paradise!” Your husband frantically explains. “I’d never let anyone else see this side of you— it’s for my eyes only! Well, I guess it’s for their eyes now, too,” he rambles and gestures to the men seated in front of you. “Y’know, because they’re looking at the photo on the cake, b-but that’s besides my point!” He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down before continuing on, “A friend of mine owns a bakery, and he owed me a favor, so I asked him if I could use his cake printing equipment!” He states excitedly, a toothy grin spread across his face.

“It took me all day yesterday and today to make it,” he admits, this time much more sheepishly. He stares down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers and pretending to pick at the imaginary athletic tape that’s wrapped around them— a habit that he picked up during his years of playing volleyball but was never able to break, even after almost a decade of not wrapping up his digits. “I wanted it to be perfect, just like you,” he murmurs, raising his eyes to meet yours. The corners of his lips curl upwards into a shy smile, and the genuine look on his face makes your expression soften. This adorable idiot really does make your heart softer than a sponge cake.

“Satori, I love it,” you grin, tears threatening to spill out of the corners of your eyes. “It’s a little ridiculous and bizarre, but what would my husband be without his beloved eccentricity?” You tease, taking his hand into yours and kissing his knuckles. “Thank you, and you did a wonderful job! I look amazing and so realistic! You know for a chocolatier, you’re really good at frosting cakes.”

He laughs at your joke, “Oh please, no need for flattery.” He waves away your protests with the flick of his wrist. “The printing machine did all the work!” He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “But thank you, sweetheart. I’m glad you like it.”

Your heart booms violently in your chest, and your body caves into the irresistible urge to kiss him. You wrap your fingers around his neck, pulling his face further down until your lips find his. Satori kneels down on the floor, trying to bring himself closer to you and settling himself in between your parted knees. He allows you to take control, letting your nails drag gently along his scalp and your teeth nibble teasingly at his bottom lip. When he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against his crotch, you let out a startled gasp, which Satori muffles with his mouth.

“Ahem.”

Your impromptu makeout session is interrupted by a cough coming from the end of the table. Turning your attention to the direction of the sound, your eyes are met with Atsumu’s blushing face.

“Ya know, I don’t mind watching,” the blonde starts, a smirk beginning to take shape across his lips. “But if y’all are gonna fuck in front of us at the dinner table, can I at least change out of these uncomfortable jeans? It’s kinda gettin’ tight down there.”

Satori chuckles and shakes his head. “Sorry, we just got a bit carried away.” He rises to his feet and helps you to do the same. “We should continue on with the festivities, though. My love,” he whispers to you with equal parts sweetness and mischievousness, making your pussy flutter. “It’s your birthday, so you get to do the honor of passing out the cake.”

You blink twice at him, confused by his words and still trying to process them. Knitting your eyebrows, you ask for clarification, “What do you mean? Like randomly or…” Your voice trails off, but Satori is quick to fill up the empty space again.

“However you want,” Satori answers, a devilish grin spreading across his delighted face. “You can do it randomly, if you’d like, or you can be methodical about how you pass it out. Either way, just give each of us a slice of cake.”

Hesitantly, you nod your head and obey your husband’s instructions. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Good,” Satori hums, pleased. He takes a seat at one of the empty chairs, and adds on, “Close your eyes, boys! And no peeking— it’s only fair that we respect the birthday girl’s privacy as she decides what she wants to do with her birthday gift.” The rest of the men follow Satori’s command and shut their eyes tightly, leaving you to stare at the daunting task before you.

His words reverberate in your ears and fester in your mind. “It’s only fair that we respect the birthday girl’s privacy as she decides what she wants to do with her birthday gift.” What could he possibly mean by that? Static clouds your mind as you try to search for an innuendo hidden beneath his words; still, you know that there’s no point in trying to decipher his cryptic message, especially not when you have five men patiently waiting to be served their dessert.

Your hands immediately fly to the cake knife and fork, picking up the slice that has the image of your pussy on it. Plopping the sweet treat onto a plate, you place it in front of Satori— it’s only fair that your husband receives the slice with the most intimate part of you. Next is the section with your tits, and you give that piece to Wakatoshi. You’ve known him the second longest, and he used to be a frequent invitee to your college sexcapades with Satori, so it makes the most sense to you to give him a slice with an overtly lewd image as well. The other three slices are assigned at random— Hajime receives your face, Issei your tummy, and Atsumu your thighs. The blonde setter’s smirk settles deeper into his cheeks when he hears the ceramic plate clink onto the table in front of him, and you know that he’s savoring every moment of Satori’s little game.

“Okay, everyone has a slice,” you announce, dusting your hands off. “You can open your eyes now.”

The men all lift their eyelids at the same time. You follow their eyes as they examine their cake slices. A mixture of reactions erupt from around the table— some of the men have flustered expressions plastered on their faces, cheeks flushed pink and mouths gaping open, while others wear a smug grin, chuckling lightly to themselves.

Satori is the first to speak. “I knew you’d let me have your pussy,” he pouts, faux sympathy dripping from his tone. “I know my darling angel so well.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Issei interrupts you. “Fucking finally!” He groans. “Last time I just got your hand, which I’m grateful for— don’t get me wrong. But I always wondered if you feel just as good as you taste.”

What the hell are they talking about? They don’t give you any answers though, as they continue to ramble on.

“I don’t know, boys. I think I won— I am a thigh guy after all,” Atsumu pipes in. He rests his hands behind his head and leans back in his chair, satisfaction riddled all over his face.

“I lucked out,” Iwaizumi murmurs underneath his breath. He looks like he’s in a state of shock; his jaw has been gaping from the moment he opened his eyes. “Can’t believe you really let me have your face.”

A hushed “thank you,” is all Wakatoshi says before you’re finally able to get a word in.

“What the fuck are you all going on about?” You demand, hoping that they’d finally fill you in instead of confusing you with their evasive responses.

“Sweetheart.” Your eyes dart to your husband, and he’s wearing his signature sly grin as he continues to explain. “The body parts on the cake slices that you gave us— that’s where we get to cum.”

Your jaw goes slack at your husband’s revelation. Honestly, you should have known his intentions from the beginning— him giving you a cake with your nudes on it, him making you serve each of them a slice, them being so excited after seeing what portion they received. All of these were little clues that should have filled you in on Satori’s twisted agenda for tonight, but you were too clouded with your preconceived judgments to be able to jump to that conclusion.

You thought you had seen the extent of Satori’s playful antics, but this one definitely takes the cake— literally.

“Satori,” you start slowly as you try to collect your thoughts. “This is…”

“Creative? Hilarious? Super fucking hot?” He suggests a variety of adjectives, but you reject all of them.

“Strange,” you conclude, before adding on. “But I’m down. You baked this beautiful cake for me, and you flew out all of your friends. It’d be a waste if we didn’t actually get to use my birthday gift, wouldn’t it?”

Satori runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “It would be a waste,” he coos, standing up from his chair. “So let’s get this party started.”

…

Everything is happening so fast.

In the blink of an eye, six different piles of clothes are scattered across your bedroom floor, and you lie naked on top of your plush bed sheets— your entire body bare and vulnerable from the wandering eyes that are quickly growing drunk off of the ethereal image splayed before them.

“Who do you want to go first, sweetheart?” Satori whispers in your ear, his cold fingers sending shivers up and down your spine as he drags them along your waist. You think through your response for a few seconds, before confidently replying, “I want Hajime and Atsumu to go first.”

“At the same time?” Satori asks, surprise evident in his voice, but his shock quickly subsides when you nod your head.

“I should have known,” he adds on, this time in a taunting tone. “My sweet wife loves acting like a stupid little whore for some good dick.”

His words should hurt, but they just amplify the heat that you feel in your core. Crawling over to the center of the bed, you get down on all fours and place your weight on your forearms and knees. You feel your slick sticking to the inside of your thighs as Hajime takes the spot in front of you and Atsumu kneels behind you, running his tip along your glistening folds.

“I’ve missed this cute fucking ass,” Atsumu praises, delivering a slap to the soft flesh. You let out a startled yelp, and he laughs. “Say, Hajime,” he adds, addressing his senior in front of him, “Why do we keep getting partnered up in situations like this? First time was that session six months ago, and now this!”

“Who knows?” The ex-ace replies, running his thumb along your bottom lip before forcing it into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. “Maybe she just likes it when we fuck her together.” He shrugs.

His green eyes stare down at you, lust swimming in his sage irises. He bends down so that he’s only a few inches above your face, and whispers, “You’re really gonna let me cum all over your pretty face?”

You eagerly nod your head and suck around his thumb, mewling around the thick digit. The two men’s filthy words make your entire body tingle, and you begin to swivel your hips back to meet Atsumu’s shallow thrusts, pressing his length harder against your throbbing clit.

The pretty setter delivers another harsh slap to your ass. “Be patient, princess,” he chides, kneading the stinging flesh with his massive palm. “Ya made us wait while ya were passing out the cake slices, now it’s yer turn.”

“Satori,” the blonde calls out to your husband, and Satori’s ears perk up at the sound of his name. “Ya got any rope?”

Satori’s eyes flash down to meet yours, waiting for your confirmation. When you nod your head and let him know that it’s okay, he reaches into a bin underneath your bed and pulls out a bundle of red, silky rope. He hands the braided threads to Atsumu, who begins to unravel it.

“Keep those gorgeous thighs squeezed tight for me, doll,” the setter commands, and you press your thighs together as hard as you can. Atsumu begins wrapping the rope around your mid-thigh, twisting the silk threads around your legs several times for extra security. Once he deems his handiwork to be sufficient, he ties it off with a sturdy knot, leans back on his haunches, and admires his creation.

“Fucking perfect,” he breathes out, wiping the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand. He leans down and kisses your asscheeks, then he slides his cock in between your pressed thighs. At the same time, Hajime taps his leaky cockhead against your cheek, forcing your attention back to him.

“Open up, beautiful,” he murmurs softly to you, before pushing his tip into your awaiting mouth.

“Fuck,” they both hiss out in unison, throwing their heads back and letting pleasure enwrap them. Hajime slowly eases his cock into your mouth, but Atsumu wastes no time, already building up his pace as he fucks into your thighs. His nails dig into your ass, squeezing and gripping onto the flesh as he pulls your body back to meet his thrusts. Hajime wraps his hand around the back of your neck, coaxing you to take more of him in until he bottoms out. It’s hard for him to keep your nose pressed against his trimmed pubes though, with the way that Atsumu is manhandling your body in pursuit of his own high.

“Atsumu, stop fucking hogging her,” Hajime complains, flashing the athlete an annoyed look, but the setter just laughs in his face.

“Just means that ya gotta time yer thrusts with mine,” Atsumu spits back. You can’t see his face, but you can just picture the sly smirk that’s settled onto his lips. “Ya don’t need to be so gentle with her— I’m sure she’d love it if ya fucked her pretty little throat ‘til it’s sore. Ain’t that right, sweets?”

You enthusiastically nod your head around Hajime’s shaft and hum, the vibrations shooting up his cock and giving him goosebumps. Looking down at you, his heart rate picks up when you stare at him with innocent doe eyes, and this image is what pushes him over the edge, allowing himself to give into his lustful cravings.

“You ready?” He asks, but you don’t even have time to respond. His hips fly forward into your face, sending his tip crashing against the back of your throat. A shrill scream gets caught in your throat, the muscles contracting and vibrating around Hajime’s tip. The brunet bites his lip to stop himself from cumming on the spot, and once he finds composure, he begins fucking your mouth. His trimmed, prickly pubes tickle your nose and chin with each thrust; his cockhead fills the entirety of your throat canal, forcing you to breathe through your nostrils. Tears threaten to spill out of the corners of your eyes from the lack of oxygen, but you do your best to try to blink them away— you don’t want your watery, blurry vision to obstruct your view of the gorgeous sight in front of you.

Hajime’s eyebrows are knit as he concentrates on matching Atsumu’s frenzied pace. A pink tint graces his cheeks and ears, and sweat trickles down his temple and neck, adorning the red hue that creeps up his torso. His biceps flex as he wraps his fingers around the back of your neck, pulling your face flush to his pelvis in rhythm with Atsumu’s offbeats. But the most beautiful sight are his intense green eyes— they’re fixated on the way his thick length disappears into your mouth, only to reemerge glistening with saliva from between your swollen, parted lips.

Everything feels so hot. They’re relentless, not allowing your body any time to recover from their staggered thrusts. Your arms and legs desperately want to give out, but you muster every ounce of strength left in your body to keep yourself upright. You concentrate on the pleasure that’s bubbling in your tummy to distract yourself from how tired you feel.

“Atsumu,” Hajime groans when he feels your throat constrict around him. “I’m close. How about you?”

“Same here,” the setter breathes out, his hips beginning to stutter as the knot in his core begins to snap. Atsumu leans forward so that his lips press against the shell of your ear, and he whispers, “Cum with us, doll. Bet ya want us to fill ya up at the same time. Don’t ya, beautiful?”

His filthy words force your euphoric high to collide into you, and your thighs shake uncontrollably as pleasure overtakes your body. Atsumu’s fucks you through your orgasm, his tip nudging your clit and sending sparks of electricity up and down your spine. It quickly becomes too much for you, and with all the strength in your body, you push yourself forward to escape from his overstimulation— leaving Atsumu’s cum to splatter all over the backside of your thighs and Hajime’s to shoot straight down your fluttering throat. Wide-eyed, you swallow his seed to the best of your ability, but some of it still dribbles down your chin when he pulls his softening cock out of your mouth.

“I said that you could cum on her face, not down her throat,” Satori calls out from your left. The brunet just chuckles and runs his thumb along your cheek and chin, collecting his cum and feeding it back into your mouth.

“I thought so too,” he hums, watching you as your tongue licks the thick digit clean. “But I guess tonight has just been full of surprises thus far, hasn’t it, angel?”

You nod, and Hajime pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a ‘pop.’ “Satori,” you start, voice slightly raspy and hoarse, “Don’t get mad at him. It’s my fault— I didn’t give him enough time to pull away.”

Atsumu chimes in from behind you, and you feel his large, calloused palms playing with his cum and spreading it around on your thighs. “Technically it’s my fault since I was a little too rough with her.” He leans down, littering kisses along your lower back and asscheeks. “I can’t help it, though— she’s just so, so good to me.” He emphasizes his words by pressing one final kiss to the small of your back before untying the rope’s knot, freeing your aching thighs from the uncomfortable position.

“Whatever, it’s fine,” your husband responds with a slight lilt in his voice, his bottom lip jutting out into a cute little pout. “It’s her birthday anyways, so I’ll let it slide.” He replaces Hajime’s position and kneels in front of you on the bed, bending down and planting a kiss to the crown of your head. Cupping your face and forcing you to look up at him, he asks, “Who’s next, my love?”

“Toshi and Issei,” you immediately reply, and Satori’s pout turns into a frown.

“Why do you always make me go last when we do these types of things, my love?” He mumbles, so quietly that only you can hear him.

“You always tell me to savor the sweetest parts at the end,” you whisper, even softer than Satori did. “I’m just following your advice, handsome.”

With your reaffirming words, that bright smile that you love so much spreads across his pretty features. “I love you. Did you know that?”

You giggle and lightly nod, “I love you more.” Gesturing your head to the other men who’ve begun to chatter amongst themselves, you add on, “Now go tell Toshi and Issei to bring their asses over here.”

When Satori leaves your side, you collapse onto the bed, lying flat on your stomach. You close your eyes for a split second, relishing this brief period of rest before your body is pushed to its limit once again. This moment is fleeting however, because as soon as you’re settled into the plush cotton of your comforter, a pair of large hands flips you over onto your back.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.” Issei smirks down at you, his thick eyebrows cocking upwards. “We can tell you’re tired, so we’ll do all the work for this round— just take what we give you.”

A lazy smile creeps up on your face and you limply nod your head. “I appreciate that, Issei. You’re so generous,” you tease, running your fingertips down his arm.

“No need to thank me,” he cooly replies, placing one of your legs on his broad shoulder and wrapping the other around his waist. “You gotta save your energy for Satori— all of us know that we’re just warm-ups for the main event.”

Gripping his cock with his hand, he runs his fat tip up and down your slit, collecting some of your slick before pushing it through the first tight ring of your pussy. Your breath hitches at the intrusion, and Issei quickly removes his hand from his shaft and finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles to distract you from the stretch. You whimper softly when he slowly begins sinking himself deeper into you, and after a minute, he’s fully sheathed himself into your cunt, his cock nestled deep in your velvety, warm walls.

Mind hazy from all the pleasure, Issei speaks without thinking, “Yea, you definitely feel as good as you fuckin’ taste.”

You don’t even have time to quip back a snarky remark, because soon a set of toned, tanned abs comes in between you and the ex-middle blocker. Your eyes travel up Wakatoshi’s torso, and he looks down at you with a shy and soft look on his face— a stark contrast from his typically stoic expression. He straddles you, his muscular thighs resting on both sides of your stomach and his heavy cock leaking precum from his sensitive slit.

“Toshi,” you coo, collecting some of your spit onto your fingertips before wrapping your hand around his cock, giving it a few slow pumps. “Do you remember when you, me, and Satori used to do this back in college?”

The burly man chuckles lowly, taking your other hand and bringing it up to his lips. “Of course. How could I forget?” He breathes out, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

As you continue your conversation with Wakatoshi, Issei continues toying with your clit, swiping the swollen bud at an excruciatingly slow pace. The ex-middle blocker kisses your ankle, causing your next words to sound more like a whimper when they slip past your lips.

“Do you still think about those times, Toshi?”

The ace chuckles lightly to himself, scooting himself forward on your body to nestle his thick cock in between your tits. His large palms knead at the flesh, and he exhales a sigh when his thumbs run over your perked nipples.

“Yes,” he hisses out after spitting a glob of saliva into the crevice between your breasts. “I think about them a lot,” he admits, void of the shy demeanor he had earlier— his tone and movements exude confidence as he begins to grind his dick into your soft tits. You mewl as he squeezes them together, and lewd squelching sounds fill the room when he gets a decent pace going.

Once Wakatoshi is fully settled on your torso, Issei begins rocking his hips back and forth, continuing to languidly rub your clit with expert precision. His tip effortlessly grazes your sweet spot and kisses your cervix with each thrust, and he soon reduces you down to an incoherent, babbling mess. Your head swims with equal parts lust and desire, and your chest heaves as you begin to breathe erratically, doing everything you can to keep yourself from losing control.

“Missed these gorgeous tits so bad,” Wakatoshi growls lowly. He delivers a light slap to the flesh, making your body shudder upon impact. His dick throbs when you place your hands on top of his, aiding him in squeezing your tits together. You stick your tongue out, lapping at his tip with every roll of his body, and it makes him throw his head back and groan at the sensation.

“Toshi,” you mumble with your tongue still lolled out. “Cum for me, baby.”

His eyebrows furrow as his body lurches forward, his hips stuttering as his orgasm washes over him. Staccatoed grunts escape past his parted lips, and the sound makes your heart beat even faster in your chest. His thick cum oozes out of his slit in spurts, painting your tits with strings of creamy white. A glob of his cum sprays onto your tongue though, and the pink muscle eagerly retreats back into your mouth to swallow his slightly salty, slightly sweet seed.

Wakatoshi climbs off of your body and lays by your side, one arm resting under your neck with the other caressing your face. His soft lips press light kisses to your cheek and temple, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your skin. His eyes flicker down to your breasts, admiring his work; he pinches your nipple between his index finger and thumb, and when he lets go, there’s a sheen of his cum staining his skin. He feeds his fingers into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around his thick digits to clean them off.

The ace replaces Issei’s hands with his, swiping your swollen nub at an abusive pace. Your back arches off of the bed, and your hands wrap around Wakatoshi’s wrist, trying to ground yourself. Your face contorts into a wince, your body still overstimulated from the previous round.

“Fuck her harder,” Wakatoshi commands, his olive green eyes intensely gazing at Issei’s handsome face. “She can take it— there’s no need for you to hold back. Right, darling? You said that you’ll take what he gives you,” he coos, pressing his lips against your temple and letting them linger there.

You nod frantically and open your eyes, eyelids drooping and vision hazy as you stare at Issei. With your consent, he reels his hips back so that only his tip remains in your fluttering walls, then sends them crashing forward, his balls loudly slapping against your ass. You gasp upon the sudden and harsh intrusion, but Wakatoshi kisses you hungrily, muffling your mewls and moans with his lips. You feel even more full than before, the only thought in your mind is how good Issei is making you feel.

Issei continues this slow and rough pace, his wet lips traveling up and down your ankle and leaving a trail of his saliva on your skin. You reach out to him, clawing your nails along his defined torso. Your fingertips don’t miss the way that his abs twitch under your touch, and you can tell that he’s close— and you are, too.

“Issei, please,” you pant out, feeling your orgasm looming over you. “Want you to make a mess of me.”

Wakatoshi pinches your clit, and with the shock sends you over the edge. Your walls clamp down around Issei’s thick cock, an off-white ring of your cream coating the base of his dick. Biting the inside of his cheek, he holds off his orgasm for as long as he can so that he can fuck you through yours. It quickly becomes too intense for him though, and he pulls out of your cunt to shoot his cum all over your stomach, mixing his seed with Wakatoshi’s on your sweaty, sticky body.

“That was fucking amazing,” the ex-middle blocker chuckles as he bends down and presses a kiss to your clit. Your body jolts at the action, and it makes his smirk spread wider on his pretty face. “Thank you for making me feel so good.”

You can’t tell if he’s talking to you or your pussy, but it’s not like you even have time to ruminate on his words— as soon as the two men stand up from the bed, a familiar pale, thin frame fills up your field of vision.

“Say cheese!” Your husband cheers, holding a polaroid camera in his hands. You throw your fingers up into a loose peace sign and smile, and your husband chuckles cutely when he clicks the camera’s shutter button. Once the photograph fully prints, he pulls it out of the camera’s slot and kisses the film.

“It’s not even fully developed yet but I already know that you look so sexy,” he sighs in admiration, his crimson irises fixated on the photo. “This is definitely going in my wallet.”

You laugh at your Satori’s silliness, and he leans down to kiss you. But before he can fully press your bodies together, your hand pushes back against his chest. “Wait,” you rasp out, effectively stopping him in his tracks. “I’m all sticky, ‘Tori. I can go wash myself off first, if you want.”

The redhead grabs your wrist and tosses your arm to the side, collapsing his body onto yours and smothering you with his warmth. “No need to, princess. You know I love it when you’re filthy.” His lips crash into yours, and all you can do is melt under his touch.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and your hand snakes in between your bodies to wrap around his cock. Rubbing his tip up and down your slit to collect your wetness, you mewl when his tip bumps into your clit. Your hand strokes his length a few times to spread your juices before he sheathes himself into you.

Satori whines when he begins to shallowly thrust into you, his desperate little whimpers fill your ears and shoot straight to your cunt. You bury your face into his shoulder, hiding yourself when tears begin to stream down your warm cheeks. He feels his skin quickly dampening though, and he pulls back to press his forehead against yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he pants out, continuing to grind his hips into yours, his cockhead massaging your sweet spot with each movement. “I love you so much.”

“You’re even more beautiful, ‘Tori. I love you too,” you giggle in between sniffles. One of your hands runs through his shaved buzz cut, your nails gently dragging along his scalp, while the other wraps around the back of his neck, firmly holding his face inches from yours.

You swear that there’s no prettier sight on this earth than Satori’s eyes— they’re so rich in color, a gorgeous scarlet hue that rivals the finest rubies in vibrance. His eyes are always so animated, so readable, and you can see all of his emotions swimming in his irises. All the love, admiration, joy, and gratitude that he feels for you is carefully packed into every tender look that he flashes you, and you can’t help but wonder how you lucked out with such an amazing husband.

Your lips lock with his, your tongues dancing with each other and muffling each other’s needy cries. You pull away momentarily, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips, and you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, making a pink blush creep up on his cheeks and the tip of his ears.

“I’m yours and only yours, ‘Tori,” you whisper, so delicately that only he can hear you. The sound of sweaty skin slapping against each other shelters this intimate moment from the rest of the world, and it feels like it’s just you and him in your bedroom. “Want you to fill me up. Want all of you.”

Satori shuts his eyes tightly as he cums, angelic moans filling your ears as he pumps you full of his cum. Your body follows him soon after, your walls involuntarily contracting around him and threatening to push him out. You feel so warm inside as he empties himself into you, both of you mumbling indiscernible I love you’s and thank you’s. As his hips begin to slow down, he begins to pepper kisses all over your face, his soft lips wiping away the tears on your wet cheeks. He pulls his flaccid dick from your pussy, and you flinch when you feel the heat seeping down your thighs. Rolling onto his side, he cradles you in his arms and cups your face with his palm, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“That was quite the show you put on for us, guys.” Issei’s deep voice pulls you away from your post-orgasm bliss, summoning you back to reality.

“Sorry,” Satori puffs out, chest still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. “We got carried away and kinda forgot you were all still in here.”

The ex-middle blocker throws his head back and a chuckle erupts from deep in his chest. “It’s fine. Like I said, we all knew that we were warm-ups for the main event.” He gestures to the other men sitting around the bed, calling them over to follow him. “Let’s give these two lovebirds some privacy.”

Issei turns his attention to you once more. “And happy birthday, gorgeous.” He winks as he opens the door for the rest of his friends.

As the men file out, you hear Atsumu’s hushed whisper of “Do you think that Satori would give me a copy of that polaroid photo he took?,” to which Hajime promptly responds with a slap to the back of the setter’s head.

“You’re really pushing boundaries, Miya,” is the last thing that you hear before the wooden door slams shut, leaving you and Satori to bask in the newfound comfort of silence.

“Satori,” you sigh as you bury your face into his neck. “Can we go shower? I’m all dirty.”

“We will, my love,” he assures you, gently patting the back of your head. “Let’s just savor this moment for a little bit longer.”

You hum as you nod your head, caving into your husband’s wish. You scoot yourself closer to him, shuffling around to find the most comfortable position, when a startled gasp interrupts your much needed rest.

“Oh! I almost forgot to give you this! Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

Satori sits up right on the bed and reaches into your nightstand, pulling out a custom box with all your favorite chocolates from his shop, baby pink roses that are in full bloom, and a red slip of paper that reads in bold, black ink: USE ME TO CLAIM A FREE MASSAGE FROM SATORI AND HIS MAGICAL HANDS. REPEAT USES AUTHORIZED. VALID UNTIL: FOREVER.

You chuckle when you see his gift, and you press a soft kiss to his cheek to show your appreciation. “How did you even know that this is exactly what I wanted?” You ask in between giggles.

His smile settles deeper into his cheeks, and interlacing his fingers with yours, he murmurs, “What can I say? I guess I just know my darling angel so well.”

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[kats-fic-recs]

The Tendou Incidents

Where...have you come from?” Ushijima manages.

“Paris.”

It’s not the answer he expects. Though, somehow Paris seems to fit his expectations of the man standing in front of him. “Mm. That is very — ”

“ — Exciting? Glamorous?” the redhead prompts, obviously proud of his globetrotting accomplishment.

“ — Far.”

The man falters for the first time, like he finds Ushijima’s answer odd — despite being even odder himself — and laughs, infectious and hearty, like Ushijima has made some sort of joke.

One fateful day, a colorful, painfully extroverted young man named Tendou Satori moves into the unit above Ushijima's apartment. He's odd, presumptuous, and — most egregious of all — he's shockingly noisy. And the quiet, scheduled routine Ushijima Wakatoshi lives is forever altered.

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[vhalesa]

It was time for *drumroll noises* a collab! Go checkout the amazing fic by @mikisayaka on ao3!

(Content warning: Maya is incredible gay.)

#mayakuro #kuromaya #revue starlight #saijou claudine #tendou maya #art #collab #friend writing #fluff #my toxic trait: bribing people with art to write fluff for me #though for this one I didn't even have to bribe she wrote it on her own free will I swear! #am going to continue to bribe with more art for the upcoming chapters just in case though #either way I love this fic sm and tried my best to capture the vibe with my art too

[easybrainrot34]

He is someone who doesn’t handle toxic relationships well. He wants to be toxic back so bad, but being vindictive isn’t in his nature. Someone could stab him in the back a million times and in the back of his mind he’ll still wish the best for them. He learned how to place better boundaries, but that one person always finds a way to worm their way in and stab him one last time.

: Hinata, Kenma, Kuroo, Sakusa (he just hides it better), Asahi, Tanaka (he tries so hard to hide it, but he breaks down with his friends..bad), Ennoshita, Yamaguchi (Lowkey it’s Tsukishima who’s doing the hurting), Yachi, Lev, Iwaizumi (like Sakusa, he can hid it well), Tendou (u would never know, but Ushi does)

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[tatsumessy]

“tell me where is hurts love” - {wakatoshi ushijima}

When your period cramps are so bad you start to cry.

The rain starts to heavily hit against your kitchen window as you stood there in your panties and your spaghetti strap shirt holding a cup of now warm chamomile tea.

You had the cup pressed against the center of your pain. Usually your cramps are bad but never this bad, you kept staring out the window every now and then using your free hand to wipe the bead of sweat dripping down your forehead.

And normally you’d do this same routine every cycle but what’s different this time is your boyfriend is home for the first time in two months. And any other time you’re on your period he’s never around, another wave of cramps stabbed into your abdomen and you accidentally dropped the coffee cup on the ground.

The ceramic cup shattered around you creating a large crashing sound that anyone from a twenty mile radius could hear. Bending down to pick up the broken pieces tears prickled on your bottom lash line.

“Y/n?” Your boyfriend of five years spoke from behind you, he walked over noticing the broke glass and his first instinct was to move you out the way so that you don’t get hurt. He easily forced his grip under your arms and picked you up off the ground placing you on top of the island.

He hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down his precious girlfriends face. He started to pick up the glass and throwing into a plastic bag before tying that off and tossing it in the big trash bin. He turned to see you looking at him with teary eyes, “Honey what’s wrong?” He placed his now cleaned hands around your waist, his thumbs gently rubbed along your exposed skin.

You dropped your head into the crook of his neck trying to calm yourself down, “I’m sorry it’s nothing, I just need a minute.” He sighed and fully wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. Your legs wrapped around him as he picked you up slowly walking the both of you over to the sofa. He sat down and you laid down on top of him hiccuping from all the crying.

He rubbed the lower part of your back and his movement were soothing your pain more than the warm cup of tea was. The heavy rain was soothing your mind and his hands were soothing your body.

“My cramps…hurt badly.” You spoke lifting your head up a bit to look down at him. His neutral expression softened a little bit seeing your saddened face. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” He asked with that same dull angered expression, if you didn’t know your boyfriend well enough you would’ve assumed he was being sarcastic. But he was serious.

You nodded your head in acceptance and in one swift motion he rolled over placing you on your back while pulling your legs around his waist. He sat snug between your legs and placed his hands on the base of your stomach. “Tell me where it hurts love.” His words flew through your body and ran all the way up to your cheeks.

Gently gripping his hands you placed them right where your stomach was hurting the most. His hands immediately started to work into your aching muscles, and while his hands massaged into you he leaned his face close to your having his lips hover over yours. You smiled closing the itching gap between the two of you, his tongue immediately forced its way into yours as his hands pressed harder onto your cramps.

A small moan left your mouth and into his deepening the kiss you two were sharing. “Better?” You nodded your head yes in satisfaction, he pulled away moving lower where his head laid on your chest. You ended up falling asleep with one hand in his short olive hair and the other rested on his back.

He glanced up at you shivering a bit from your labored breathing, your nose was starting clog from the crying and all he did was smile cuddling closer to your body.

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