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[daikaashisthighs]

when i tell you that bokuto is impatient, i mean he is impatient. you'll be at your mutual friends' birthday party, and he'll come up to you and tug at your sleeve, telling your friends that he needs to borrow you for a second. you'll shrug at them and follow him, only to yelp when he yanks you into the bathroom and pins you against the door, locking it right after. you'll gasp when you feel the full weight of his body press against into yours, as he seems to melt into every curve and crevice. you'll have your hands against his chest, trying to push him off, to warn him that someone might hear, but your whimpers fall on deaf ears. he'll hold your wrists, nuzzling his nose against your ear, pleading with you to touch him.

'need you so badly, baby,' he'll groan, rutting his hips against yours. you'll gasp and move your hands to squeeze his shoulders once you feel his erection pressing against your clit ever so forcefully, unsure of whether you're now pulling him in or pushing him off. ‘take ‘em off,’ he’ll whimper, clawing at your shirt desperately, ‘please, baby.’ in a swift motion his fingers are unbuttoning your jeans as his lips begin an assault on your neck, leaving bruises for days, though they're simply overlapping the ones he left last night. you'll cry out once he slips a thick finger into the heat of your cunt, his other hand fumbling at his own jeans to undo the zipper.

'b-bo, please,' you'll moan, as he pushes in with a second finger, reaching up and curving forward, his thumb pressing over your clit. he'll pull his cock out, spreading his precum all over himself as he ruts into his hand. you'll gasp when he pulls his fingers out of you, only to yank your panties all the way down to your knees, and push into you in one motion. you'll bite into your hand to stifle a scream, as bo hooks one arm under your knee, lifting it up to allow him to press deeper, to fill you up with his thick, pulsing cock. you'll rise onto your tippy toes on your other foot, then rush forward to tackle his lips in a bruising kiss. he'll lose his balance and fall down — you following soon after — and you'll thank the heavens that the bathroom was spacey, and that he managed to miss hitting his head against the toilet bowl by about two inches. you'll jump on his cock desperately, nails digging into the skin of his tummy, before leaning down again to fuck his mouth with your own. he'll groan so desperately, so painfully, before flipping you over and pressing one of your legs upwards, thigh against your stomach, rutting into you ruthlessly.

its messy and so, so dirty, the two of you dancing across the bathroom floor, your arms flailing as you search for something to anchor yourself to. you'll gasp and muffle a scream when you feel teeth bite on your nipple, not even realizing that somewhere along the way, your shirt was torn right down the middle. eventually he'll bury his face in your tits and angle his hips upwards, as they seem to tremble and stutter almost painfully. his fat cock will shake violently inside of you as he comes, hard. you'll feel some of his cum try to squeeze out, clearly impossible since you're so tightly suctioned onto him, his cock being the very thing that molded your sweet pussy.

then he'll open his eyes and watch you for a sweet moment, before continuing his assault, his hips slamming straight into you. you're once again being pushed up the bathroom floor, your back sliding as you pull him against you and scream into his neck, wrapping your legs around him. he'll pick you up and sit back on his heels, yanking your hips down to meet his every thrust. when you feel your climax approaching, you'll grab the back on his head and shove it onto your breast, and needing no further indicator, he'll latch onto your nipple and bite, pulling and kneading as you bite into the plush skin between his neck and shoulder, shaking and trembling as it hits you, back arching and thighs squeezing.

everyone avoids eye contact once you two finally find your way out of the bathroom, and bokuto simply takes it as an invitation to drag you to the car and back home, where he plans to pump some more of his cum into his babies little pussy.

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“I just saw the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.”

Iwaizumi's face scrunches in confusion and indignation on the other side of the call.

"Princess, with all due respect, what the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, looking around subtly to see if people around were hearing his half-harsh words.

"Not only he's gorgeous, but he's super pretty too. Ugh, his eyes! I could stare at them forever."

"Y/n, I swear to God, if you're talking about an anime character again..."

"No, Haji, he's a real man, he's like three meters away from me right now- Oh God, he just flexed his jaw, I think I might die from his hotness."

Hajime’s blood was boiling inside. Why the hell would you call your boyfriend to talk about some other guy’s looks?! Was he not attractive enough? Was he lacking something?

“Sheesh, this man has muscles, I mean, his arm? Maybe I should take a picture of his biceps.”

“Y/n, can you sto-”

“He’s wearing a tight polo shirt and sweats, maybe he just got out of the gym?”

Wait a minute.

“What did you say about his eyes?”

“Oh, his eyes.” You sigh dreamily. “So green and so pretty. Oh, he’s smiling now. Haji, he has the most beautiful smile ever.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. He could be a model if he wanted to. Do you think I should get his number? Though I doubt he’s single, it might be worth a try.”

“What about me?”

“Sorry, Haji, but this man is so freaking pretty, I just can’t help it.”

“Do whatever you want, Y/n. I wish you and the pretty boy all the happiness in the world.”

“Thank you, Hajime. Farewell.”

Iwaizumi ends the call and slips his phone in his pocket. After a few seconds he feels someone tapping his shoulder.

“Can I help you?”

“Sorry, I was standing there and I just could help but notice how handsome you are.” You smile smugly at him.

“Oh, thank you, you don’t look that bad either.”

You pout at his words and he has to hold himself back not to kiss the tiny space between your furrowed eyebrows. You slap his chest but he doesn’t budge, instead a light chuckle escapes his lips.

“You’re no fun, Haji.”

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, giving you a kiss on your forehead while you make yourself comfortable against his chest.

“You need to stop these pranks, I never fall.”

“You almost fell, I could hear your anger in your voice.” He looks to the side, annoyed.

“You called me and started talking about some other guy of course I would be angry.”

“No need to worry, Haji, like I said, you’re the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.” Your arms lock around his neck to bring him down, you pamper his lips with quick pecks, causing him to chuckle. “My Pretty Boy.”

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fucks you to sleep whenever you get antsy. he grabs your hips, pushing them against the mattress as your stomach is pressed against the sheets and you hug the pillow. he guides his thick cock over you hole, brushing over your clit to tease you as you hear his sexually frustrated grunts. you call his name, begging for him to put it in. “i know, babygirl i got you,” he slowly stretched you out, already pulsing around him and while your pussy takes inch after inch he lowered himself so that his broad chest is pressed against your back. your eyes are half shut, your mouth is open, drooling onto the pillow as he starts thrusting. he heard your unfiltered moans, whimpering as he touched every sensitive spot of your gummy walls. “more, please” you asked so nicely, he couldn’t resist. he starting fucking into you, basking in your screams of pleasure, pressing kisses on your neck and shoulder, even bitting down on your soft skin. “taking my dick so well, pretty girl, you gonna cream around my cock, yeah?” he asked while continually praising you, “you’re gonna be my good girl, aren’t you? gonna take all my cum too? fuck.” he can feel himself getting close the way your walks spasm, warning him that you’re going to cum. it only takes a few more deep strokes of his dick to send you over the edge, with him trailing behind not too long after. he stays inside you for an extra minute, after shooting his hot cum, gently pressing a line of kisses from your mid back to temple. “sweet dreams princess,” he cooes, seeing you’ve called to sleep.

— matsukawa, IWAIZUMI, aran, atsumu, hinata, suna, kuroo, semi

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Atsumu and Osamu

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notes: just some soft ushi for my own heart (1.5k words)

warnings: none

you're given an opportunity that leaves ushijima solo-parenting for a week, he misses you but the time with his children is precious

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from the moment you married ushijima you knew what your life would be like. even when you were just dating his schedule kept him busy and you could go upwards of weeks with only phone calls and texts.

as his wife, you knew this wasn’t going to change. part of the reason you lived him as much as you did was because he was so passionate; you supported him and his career regardless.

so when you come to him saying you’ve been offered a great opportunity of your own, he’s encouraging you to go. it just involves an oversees business trip lasting just over a week.

“sweetheart.” he hums as you sit beside him, head leaning on his chest as you finally relax after a long evening of putting two very energetic children to sleep. “you can’t put your career on hold forever.” kissing your forehead softly as you close your eyes.

“someone has to be here.” you mumble; there’s no deeper meaning behind your words but he feels guilty nonetheless.

he’s always loved you; he always will love you because you push him to be the person he wants to be; to do the things he wants to do most. but you don’t think about what you want.

you had two children, falling pregnant the first time mere months after landing your dream job yet you put that on hold for your children and your husband. now you had the chance to take the step you intended nearly four years prior.

two weeks later you’re hugging your crying children tightly in the airport as ushijima crouched beside you trying to help calm the tiny replicas of you.

“mumma will be back before you know it.” you chuckled trying to hold in your own tears as your youngest, the sweetest little boy kouta, gripped at your clothes. “i’ll call everyday.” she promised gently brushing the mess that was her daughter, sayuri’s, hair with her fingers. “and you have to be good for daddy.”

the sibling nod at you with tears falling down their cheeks. ushijima opens his arms for his daughter as she turns to hide in his chest. it breaks you heart but you know the week will pass by in what feels like seconds. and your husband is going to have a chaotic week of his own—but one he’s needed.

it’s ushijima’s turn to say goodbye next; he can’t hold you as tight as he wants to as sayuri tugs at his trousers and kouta holds on to your leg tightly. he wants to hold you and kiss you and show you right there how much he is going to miss you but, instead, has to deal with the soft and brief kiss you give him as he picks up kouta and your gate is called. an “i love you” whispered with a shaking voice as you made you way over—your first week without your babies.

with kouta on his hip and sayuri beside him, he stands with them waving in your direction until you’re out of sight; leaving it another minute before he crouched beside his daughter again.

he wipes his thumb under her eye, letting her cling to him similarly to her brother and he stands again holding both of them tightly. it’s not long before sayuri is protesting and wanting to walk by herself again but those few minutes he takes to say nothing and just hold his daughter was seemingly enough to calm her down.

the week started tough: your mother would come early in the morning to babysit whilst ushijima headed to practice. he’d come home tired but would always insist she head home. but, mid week, ushijima’s packing a bag of thing the kids will need for a long day as well as cooking them food whilst he’s god his phone tucked between his shoulder and ear.

your mother came down with a fever suddenly and, after checking the children weren’t also ill, he immediately called his coach. he only had one option now: no one was going to be able to babysit on such short notice. and he couldn’t miss this practice.

so that was how his children ended up sat at the edge of the gymnasium—far enough away for ushijima to have a constant eye of them but not close enough that any start balls would hit them but every time the team rested sayuri would be running towards her dad, giggling as she tried to climb him until he picked her up so she could smile brightly at the other on the court—she’d taken a liking to kageyama since she was just a baby. when the whistle was blown again she would wander back to her little brother and watch from the safe space cheering when she watched her father spike.

he breaths a deep sigh of relief at the end of training as he get sayuri strapped into her car seat, kouta fell asleep in his as soon as he was sat down.

“i wanna play too.” she hums in her half asleep state, looking up at her father before he can close the car door. “wanna be just like you.” he smiles as her eyes close and her breathing steadied.

“i’ll teach you when you’re older.” he whispered as rested his hand on her head, his thumb gently stroking her forehead as she fidgetted in her sleep.

climbing in the car himself, he played music almost silently as he drove in the dark back home–the drive peaceful as he heard the tiny snoring of his babies behind him. he drives slower than usual–he’s not often the one that has the kids in his car let alone them asleep and the last thing he wants after keeping them up much longer than necessary is them to wake up.

even as he parks the car in the driveway he’s careful as he opens the doors, he’s delicate as he lifts them from their car seats to ensure that neither of them wakes up. the house is silent as he places them in their beds–even as he sits down in his own bed after a much needed shower, he plays tv practically on mute as he scrolls through his phone, nothing at all interesting until your name flashing on his screen.

he answers quickly, your face appearing on his phone as you smile brightly at him. “i know.” you sigh, “i’m late calling were they complaining?”

“no.” ushijima answers, “they came to practice with me; sayuri wants to play.”

“does she actually want to or are you putting words in her mouth?” you chuckled, laying on your side and wishing you were beside him in the comfort of your own bed and not feeling trapped under the duvet in a hotel room.

he smiled at you, staying quiet as you giggled more–he loved the sound; it was heaven after his long day. “hey,” you spoke after his silence stretched. “are you okay?” your gaze softens as he runs a hand through his hair.

“i miss you.” he replied.

“oh, come on.” you laughed once more, “they’re not that bad–has sayuri been that much of a handful?” he’s quiet again until you sit up. “i miss you too, my love, but i’ve got an early day tomorrow.” with a frown you began to say goodbye.

“i love you.” he whispered, he can’t help but smile at the way you pout at him.

“i love you too.” the facetime ends as you blow him a kiss; he lays in his bed wanting nothing more than you next to him.

the next morning comes and he’s fast asleep until he feels a lump land on him roughly. he groaned before he heard the giggles of sayuri as she shook him awake. he wrapped his arm around her but kept his eyes closed as she fell against his chest. “wake up daddy.” she laughed, her hair tickling at his chin as she tried to push away from him–he smiled to himself thankful for the day off of training he had.

“daddy doesn’t want to wake up, mummy.” he heard her say before he heard your laughter close by. his eyes snapped open and he was greeted by your beautiful smile whilst you held a very tired kouta. “surprise!” sayuri screeched, kicking her chubby little legs on his as she looked over at you.

“surprise.” you repeated, sitting on the edge of the bed and ignoring the ‘ews’ coming from sayuri as you leant down to kiss your husband–the most you could do with the children in your arms. “the last meeting got cancelled so i transferred for an earlier flight.” she told him, sitting back up to smile down at kouta. “i missed you guys too much.”

sayuri wiggled out of ushijima’s grip before jumping on your back. “i heard you want to play volleyball.” you cooed as you held her arm. “i bet you could beat daddy if you tried.” you joked, but she agreed excitedly anyway.

ushijima sat up and picked his phone up from his bedside table, taking a picture of the sigh in front of him before he moved to sit beside you. “i’m glad you’re home.” he smiled, tickling sayuri so she fell to the bed–giving him access to wrap his arms around you as your daughter giggled and jumped on the pair of you again.

“i’m glad i’m home too.”

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— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟; 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬!𝐀𝐔; 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚*𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

— 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟖𝐤

"Two lines", Kyoutani says and sinks down to the floor next to you, uncomfortable silence following his statement as both of you stare at nothing in hopes of processing the current situation a little faster.

The bathroom suddenly becomes smaller as the minutes pass by and the feeling of being suffocated overwhelms you before you let out a sob out of nowhere which is also the moment you realize you've been soundlessly crying for God knows how long.

You have no idea how much time goes by until you manage to pull yourself back into reality but as soon as your eyes shift to the positive pregnancy test in Kyoutani’s lap, you can't help but let out another shaky sigh of distress.

You wrap your arms around your chest, the feeling of being vulnerable to the whole world consuming you, when there's nowhere you'd be safer than where you currently are.

However, it's Kentarou’s silence, which is the reason for ice cold shivers running down your spine. And even though You try not to let it get to you, the way he so obviously refuses to spare yet another look at the test has your chest tightening in a way you’ve only experienced it once in your life.

This was definitely not how your first valentine's day as a couple was supposed to go and for the first time in your life your body is consumed by absolute panic and blatant fear.

"P-Please say something", you whisper, your voice so small and raspy, almost unrecognizable and for a second you wonder if you actually had said it out loud.

The tension in the small space is so intense and prominent, your head starts spinning in the worst way possible.

"What am I supposed to say", Kyoutani suddenly says, his words cutting right through the tension and finally, you manage to pull yourself out of the trance you'd been stuck in ever since you watched the second line appear.

"Do you want to keep–", "Don't you dare finish that question, Y/N", your boyfriend interrupts you harshly, the next thing you know is Kyoutani reaching for your hand to pull you onto your feet.

The sudden movement has your head spinning and losing your balance, your fingers automatically wrapping around his tattooed wrists to steady yourself.

"Are you okay, baby?", Kyoutani softly whispers, his free hand caressing your lower back as he presses his plump lips against your forehead, knowing just how to calm you down.

"I'm p-pregnant, Tani", you reply, the realization hitting you yet again, "I can't believe it", you wrap your arms around Kentarou’s strong body, burying your face in the crook of his neck before you break down completely.

Loud sobs, desperate whimpers and muffled cries are the only sounds filling the bathroom for the following minutes.

Your body lost as to how to cope with all the different emotions and thoughts which are currently suffocating you.

And Kyoutani just stays silent, yet again; his strong arms holding you tightly, making sure to surround you with the feeling of security and comfort he knows you oh so desperately need at that very moment.

In between all of that, you don't notice the way he smiles softly, multiple tears rolling down his cheeks while you also miss all the terrified sighs falling past his lips as he tries his best to be strong for you, yet fails miserably.

Kyoutani guides you to his bed, softly laying you down before he joins you and pulls your body closer to his, well aware of how you two need this kind of intimacy more than anything else.

It takes you another ten minutes to calm down again, and five more for you to finally stop crying.

You start taking in Kentarou’s embrace, inhaling his calming scent and caressing the skin of his neck just to make sure he’s there with you.

Slowly, you start placing soft kisses on his warm skin and enjoy the way you can literally watch goosebumps appear the longer your lips linger on one spot.

And only a moment later, Kyoutani places his hand on your cheek and makes you look into his eyes; his thumb wiping away your remaining tears when your gaze finally meets his again.

"I'm pregnant, Tani", you say again, this time not bursting into tears.

“I know, baby, I know", he replies and gives you the softest kiss, his lips lingering on yours for a couple of seconds before he pulls away again.

"I guess I did fuck you well enough, hm?", Kyoutani suddenly mumbles and before you see it, you can hear his cheeky grin, letting out a scoff as your lips stretch into a genuine smile.

"We’ve got this, my love", he then proceeds, “we’ll be fine”, and as his eyes meet yours, you feel yourself calming down completely at the certainty and confidence in his voice.

"We’ve got this."

"Look who it is! My favorite teen mom!", Hana laughs and wraps her arms around your neck, her soft voice filling the rather quiet space of your little hallway.

"I'm a young mom, Hana”, you reply with a big, tired smile on your lips, returning the loving gesture with a soft chuckle, “after all I am in my twenties already.”

Your eyes find the soft smiles of the rest of the gang at the door, all of them waiting for your best friend to enter the apartment only for her to pull away and intertwine her fingers with yours to get a good look at you.

It has been several weeks since the two of you have seen each other and even though you miss her with your whole heart, the circumstances have basically made it impossible for you to meet up more regularly.

After months of contemplating whether or not to drop out of college to work at Iwa’s tattoo studio, she had finally made her decision and has been spending most of her time there, learning and perfecting her skills each and every day whereas you've been trying your best to adjust to your new life.

You can't believe how much time has already passed; your pregnancy passing by a lot faster than you would have ever thought and yet you're glad time has slowed down again once the waiting was over and you finally got to hold and snuggle your little angel.

Almost four weeks ago, you and Kyoutani became the parents of a healthy baby girl.

And since that chilly, yet overwhelmingly calming October night, Kyoutani Kasumi has been the center of your universe.

When you found out about your pregnancy all those months ago, it did take you some time to get used to the thought of becoming a mother.

But, as the weeks passed, you found yourself growing impatient, the thought of finally meeting the tiny human you've been falling in love with for months now exciting you.

Yet — nothing could have prepared you for a love as deep and intense as the one you felt when your midwife placed Kasumi’s tiny body on your chest. And to this day you find yourself wondering as to how the hell it's possible to love another human being to such an extent, but still falling in love with her again and again and again.

Of course, things have become different between you and Kentarou, something you have been expecting but now can't even think about complaining because none of those were negative changes.

Watching him grow into his role as a father has been one of the best things you were blessed with and even though it hasn't always been this easy, you would never choose anything over your current life.

And as if you didn't already know how lucky you are, the first thing you're met with upon entering the living room of your apartment is the sight of your lover approaching you and your guests, holding the tiny body of your daughter in his strong arms as his eyes linger on her little face like it's the only thing he cares about.

You can feel the warmth blossoming in your chest at the frame of them together, a thin veil of tears blocking your sight the longer you watch, whereas your friends don't even try to hold back their soft little noises of excitement.

"Oh, my God", you hear Iwaizumi sigh, walking up to Kyoutani with the biggest smile plastered on his handsome face as he looks at your daughter, "she's so beautiful, Kenta", he whispers and the way he shifts his gaze to Kyou with pure adoration gleaming in the green of his eyes makes you chuckle lightly.

"She's so fucking-", "Hanamaki Takahiro, watch your language, please", Oikawa is quick to scold the blonde and with a soft roll of your eyes, your husband's best friend throws his arm over your shoulder and pulls you closer to himself.

"She's tiny", Matsukawa continues, his eyes lighting up with excitement when he looks at you as if he was looking for confirmation.

"I didn't get to introduce you guys officially yet, did I?", your lover suddenly says and slowly turns Kasumi around, surprising the three of you when she sleepily looks up and starts smiling lazily.

"Everyone, this is Kyoutani Kasumi, the love of my life", Kentarou’s voice is filled with pride and nothing but happiness as he holds your daughter up, proudly showing her off with tenderness and warmth sparkling in his gaze.

"Angel, meet your group of godparents", he then proceeds and places Kasumi’s little body on his chest again before he joins the laughter erupting from everyone.

"I get to hold her first!", Saeko suddenly barks, handing you one of the two big baskets, as her lips stretch into a cheeky grin and she suddenly disappears in the bathroom to wash her hands, letting out a loud chuckle at the sight of the other giants following her with the loudest sighs of annoyance.

And after Iwaizumi also makes his way to quickly wash up, you walk up to Kyoutani and give him the sweetest kiss on his lips, burying your nose in the warm crook of Kasumi’s neck and inhaling her beautiful scent.

"I love you so much", Kyoutani whispers against your forehead and places a soft kiss on your skin before he repeats the action and words, this time for Kasumi.

And when you lift your head to look into his eyes, you find yourself getting lost in the love filling the soft brown because you know, that's all you need.

— A/N: this is the sequel to back to life! i wanted to write some more but ive had several people ask for this fic so here you go! i don’t post a lot of fluff but ive had this fic in the drafts for over a year which is why i didn’t want to keep it all to myself any longer. thank you for all the love and support. all the love, zade.

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Iwaizumi heard a lot about you.

The pretty little thing, the one with a clueless gaze in her eyes, walking around the campus with your skimpy skirts and tight blouses, shining a dumb smile.

He heard a lot about you- how good you are is a common talk around the campus, boys can't hold their laughter when you pass by them, elbowing each other, to give courage to go up to you, you're so dumb, anyway, you won't give them a hard time. He's heard so many stories about you, how tight you are when you get slapped across your face, how pretty you look when you're choking on some cock, how easy it is to have you on your knees or your face pushed into a mattress.

But he wonders why he never heard anyone talk about how ruined you look when you're sitting on someone's face.

"Iwaizumi-san, please!" You beg, your dainty fingers curling in his locks of brown hair, you feel him smile against your pussy. "Please 's too much, too much!"

But you just keep pushing yourself even more on his face, almost giving him no room to breathe, though he doesn't mind, breathing is the last thing he has in mind. "Iwaizumi-san!" You call out for him again, your thighs shake around his head, you're pulling hard on his hair.

He's making you feel so good- so good, you think you might pass out. The overwhelming feeling has you feeling dizzy but you can't stop humping his pretty face, needing more of his tongue, a feeling so foreign but so good, you can't believe you never felt it before.

"I'm gonna- please, please I'm gonna-"

You can't even hold it back as you're cumming for yet another time right on his face, your whole body shaking on top of him so much he thinks you might topple over like a mindless little doll.

"Fuck, baby," he laughs as he pulls away from under you, your gaze flutters when you see his tongue darting out to collect more of your cum on his face, "you taste so damn good."

"Nnh-" You whimper shakily, "d-don't say that."

Your hair damp with sweat, face shining with tears and drool, Iwaizumi thinks he might just go right back between your thighs. "It's true, pretty girl," he laughs at the embarrassed pout you give him, "you feel so good sitting on my face."

"Felt- felt good." You manage to whisper, you look ungodly between his sheets, sheets now ruined with your cum, you look even dumber than you were before, and all that just by his tongue.

Iwaizumi can't believe he's the first one to eat you out.

You were so eager to give him anything he wanted, was on your knees waiting for the man, waiting to be manhandled as you always are whenever anyone has their hands on your tits, it was so cute to see you confused when he had instead pushed you on the bed, nudging your legs apart to plant a kiss on your pretty panties.

"What- what are you doing, Iwaizumi-san?"

And it was so damn adorable to find a wet patch forming on them, too, when he gave you a lopsided smirk in answer; green eyes glinting with amusement, a brow quirking up in question. "Gotta get you ready first, doll."

"Get me ready?" You looked so lost, you really were as pretty as they said you were, after all.l, whimpering even only when he peeled your panties off, his hot breath against your pussy, "b-but... not with your fingers?"

"I can do that," he had shrugged, "but why should I pass on tasting a pretty pussy?"

The way you had whimpered so needily at that, your head falling back on the bed, squirming under his hold- fuck. "Have you never been eaten out?"

For the first time since ehe had approached you that night, Iwaizumi looked surprised. "Did no one ever taste you, doll?"

"N-ah- no."

"Fuck."

Maybe you shouldn't have given that answer, you think, because the moment you had done, Iwaizumi had made it his mission to make you cum as many times as you could on just his tongue.

"Come on, baby," he says, pulling you back upright, giving you support from your back as your body can't move by yourself anymore, "give me one more."

You had lost count on the amount of times you had came on him, and even when you couldn't sit upright anymore, his hands digging in your hips held you there. "Can't have enough of you, pretty girl," he spoke from beneath you, feels your pussy flutter against his lips, "can't wait to fuck into this pussy."

"F-ah, Iwaizumi-san! It feels-" you couldn't even breathe from all the pleasure you were feeling, making you feel dizzy, every thought ripped out of your pretty little mind other than the man you were sitting on his face on. "Feels good!"

Maybe it's a little cruel, as you're reduced to a ragdoll at this point, but you look irresistible with your skirt hiked up around your waist, blouse ripped open for his gaze, still shaking from all the times he made you cum.

"I can't!" You cry, your body falling limp, head lolling on his chest and resting there. You hot breaths fan against his bare skin, his cock jumping in his pants. "I never came this many times before."

"You haven't?" He laughs, the sound making you squirm against his body, "did no one ever make you cum so much?"

"No," you whimper, "they make me make them cum, instead."

He guessed as much, college boys can be too selfish most of the time, but it's still a surprise to hear it coming from your lips. And Iwaizumi will never understand why anyone would want to miss out on how fucking amazing you look right now, limp and snuggled against his body, holding onto him as you'll fall back on the bed if you don't.

"Wanna make you feel good, Iwaizumi-san," you speak between your breaths. "I'm good at it."

Your hand starts to move on his thigh, slowly making its way to his leaking hard cock tenting under his pants. "I'm sure you are, doll," he tells you, "one more, baby, give me one more and I'll fuck you, okay?"

You can't say no to that, he knows, he's been aware of your eyes always falling down lower on his pants whenever you have the chance, he can see the way you lick your lips excitedly.

And you're a good girl, a good girl that does anything to make him happy, aren't you?

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no bc being ushijimas dummy virgin gf that he doesn’t quiet understand, but adores anyway. u make him take stupid photos with you pining him against the wall like a shouju manga. u constantly spam him with memes he doesn’t understand but he likes that u send things to him at all. he tries to send you things like the things you send him, but he’s always just a bit off, which you don’t mind at all.

You get jealous about stupid things that he doesn’t understand, but he’ll never stop reassuring you, holding you close to him and telling u “i only replied to her story to say i like her shoes, i didn’t even use a heart emoji.” he replies to all of his friends stories, but if it upsets you, he’ll stop with certain people. he doesn’t understand you, but that never meant he can’t try to make you happy and trust in him. he doesn’t need to understand to know something upsets you.

he will never make you feel stupid at all, even if you are a little.

“look y/n, there’s a bunny on the left.”

“oh wow!”

you try desperately to remember your left and rights in time to see the bunny, head flipping from side to side, until toshi takes you face gently in his hands and tilts it to the left.

“there, love.”

he is so bimbo friendly it’s insane.

he knows you’re a bit more affectionate than he has ever been, but he quickly adapts. maybe he can’t cuddle for quiet as long as you want to every single day, but on those days where he can’t, he will place your legs over his lap when you’re hanging out on the sofa, or hold your hand and rub soft circles into the back of it. he will pat your head in public, and doesnt quite get why it makes you melt and beam the way you do, but would do it forever just to see you glowing like that again.

or rather, he didn’t understand, until you pat his head. now he’s totally got it. 100% on board. he now lowers his head sometimes just so you will pat it, stoic eyes still on you, blinking innocently.

and when u first start talking about having sex, and you tell him you don’t have any experience, he is more than helpful.

He shows you how to get him off, walking you through each step. he doesn’t expect you to know anything, which is the most comforting part.

“just wrap you hands around it and move them up and down. Like that. that’s -ah, that’s good.”

“You aren’t going to break me, a little tighter, faster maybe. perfect. Y-You’re doing well.”

when he finished, he hugs you tight and curls up with you on his bed.

“You did such a good job Y/N, i finished in no time.”

and when it’s your turn, he takes care of you so good. He holds your hand and rocks into you, kissing your forehead and wiping all other thoughts out of your head. he eats you out with such intensity, gripping your thighs and exhaling softly.

Ushijima doesn’t understand a lot about you, but he is still so very understanding.

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“even though i’m wifey you can hit it like a side chick”

pairing: post-time skip!Iwaizumi x f!reader warnings: language, unprotected sex, nsfw, 18+ word count: 1.1k summary: sneaking away with iwa at your wedding for a quickie a/n: i was listening to 34+35 and couldn’t get this out of my head so here ya go hehe also thanks for 80 followers<3

“This is ridiculous”, giggling, you smiled at Iwaizumi,

“Relax, everyone's too drunk at this point to notice we’re gone”, looking at you he rolled his eyes,

“I think someone is bound to notice that the bride and groom disappeared”, he said, sliding his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Well then we gotta be quick”, you said softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips,

“Or, we could just wait till we get to the hotel”, he mumbled against your lips, pulling away you shook your head,

“You really expect me to wait another two hours when my husband looks this good”, you said, raking your eyes down his body. Chuckling he leaned back in for another kiss,

“Well I’ve been behaving myself and my wife looks this good”, giggling you kissed him again,

“Our self-control has been so good today”, laughing, he started leaving a trail of kisses down your jaw,

“So good”, he mumbled against your skin, leaning your head back, you gave him more access to your neck, “god I love you”, he said, lifting his head to press another kiss to your lips.

“I love you more”, rolling his eyes he shook his head,

“Shut up”, he said before pressing your body against the wall of whatever closet you two managed to find far enough away from the main event hall.

“Make me”, raising a brow he slid his hand further down your body,

“Oh you wanna play that?”, biting your lip, you nodded, lifting your dress a little to help him get where he wanted to be. You needed to remember to thank your wedding planner for suggesting a dress change for the reception. Lifting your leg, you loosely wrapped it around his waist, sliding his hand up your thigh he slowly inched his way to your clothed cunt.

“Aw, baby if I knew you were this wet I would've pulled you in here hours ago”, rolling your eyes, a smile tugged at your lips,

“I told you this suit did things to me baby”, you said softly,

“Yeah well, both of those dresses have been killing me all day”, toying with your underwear he slid his hand inside, dragging his finger down your soaking folds. Letting out a small whimper you looked at him,

“Cmon, I just married you don’t be mean”, letting out a light laugh, he rolled his eyes

“I was just checking if you were all talk or if I was really turning you on that much”, he said, pulling his hand out and undoing his pants. Leaning forward you started pressing kisses along his jaw,

“It’s never all talk when it comes to you baby”, smiling, he caught your lips in a soft kiss,

“Mm I know”, shifting his pants down a little he pulled his dick out, glancing down you smirked,

“Fucking finally”, looking at you he shook his head,

“I haven’t done anything yet what are you saying finally for?”, tilting your head slightly you laughed,

“Well by the looks of it it looks like your ready to do something”, raising his eyebrows he leaned in, kissing the smirk off your face,

“Does it?”, groaning you nodded,

“You better we don’t have all night yet”, laughing, he leaned forward, kissing your neck as he gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up with you.

“You good?”, he asked, slowly sliding inside you, scrunching your face up you nodded, quickly adjusting,

“Perfect”, you said, grabbing his face and pressing your lips to his, it didn’t take long for the two of you to fall into a quick rhythm, hushed moans filling the small closet.

“Oh my god, fuck haji babe don’t stop right there”, you moaned against his mouth, gripping your hip he pulled your body even closer,

“You think I don’t know your sweet spot by now?”, he said against your mouth, bucking his hips right into the spot that had you close to seeing stars. It didn’t take long for you to be clawing at his suit jacket, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Dropping his head to your shoulder his mouth hung open, the small whines of his name coming from you successfully pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck I’m sorry baby”, he said, referring to the mess he made in between your legs, laughing you looked at him,

“No worries, we can start the baby-making early”, shooting you a glare, he let out a fake laugh.

“Very funny”, giggling you shoved his shoulder,

“Your the one cumming inside people”, pulling out, he rolled his eyes,

“You’re not people you’re my wife”, he said, his face immediately breaking out into a smile, “that’s gonna take some getting use to”, smiling, you nodded, starting to fix yourself back up.

“Feel free to call me your wife as much as possible till it feels natural”, looking at you he just smiled, bringing you in for another kiss,

“Oh I will”, he mumbled against your lips, pulling away your smile mirrored his,

Flattening out your dress you looked at yourself in your phone's camera before facing Iwa,

“How do I look?”, smirking down at you he shrugged,

“Like you just got fucked in a closet”, gasping you smacked his chest,

“Hajime! I’m serious”, chuckling, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead,

“You look beautiful baby”, smiling you bit your lip,

“Ready?”, he nodded, grabbing your hand, he stepped out of the closet first, looking around to make sure no one was around before leading you down the hall to the main area everyone was at. Right as you two turned a corner you saw Oikawa’s frantic figure walking down the hallway

“OH MY GOD there you two are I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What were you doi- did you two just hook up at your own wedding?”, Oikawa asked, jaw-dropping as he looked between you two.

“Mind your fucking business”, Iwa said, patting Oikawa's shoulder as he led you back into the event hall leaving his best friend stunned and disgusted.

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Don't Test Me - U. Wakatoshi x Wife! Reader Smut

He was getting on your last nerve.

Not only had it been over 72 hours since you had last seen him, but he hasn't picked up your calls either. Your husband, the famed volleyball player Ushijima Wakatoshi, was an absolute dolt.

You usually don't get worked up over not seeing your husband for days on end, as you know volleyball games require plenty of time to prepare for and play in. That wasn't your issue. Your issue was the fact that Toshi had not answered a single call or text since he left.

He had done this before. A few months after your wedding, Toshi had left for a training camp and his first game of the season 7 hours away from your home in Miyagi and was gone for an entire week. You had not been able to reach him that week; you ended up calling Hoshiumi just to make sure he was alive. You were so pissed at him, you didn't talk to him for five days when he came back, as that is how long it took for him to apologize and explain why he didn't answer his phone in the first place.

His reasoning? He shuts his phone off the entire time he goes off to play to avoid distractions.

You promptly reminded him that, as his wife, you are no distraction and that you would never purposefully interrupt him knowing how much volleyball means to him. He understood how you felt and said he learned from his mistakes. But now, with it being his seventh game of the season, you would think he learned his lesson: when he goes off for trips longer than a day, he must answer his phone at least once to let you know he is okay.

Clearly, he forgot.

So now, you were pacing back and forth inside your house out of anxiety and anger, wondering if he was safe and, if he was, wondering why the hell he hasn't called you. Your pacing is interrupted by the front door being unlocked, and you quickly scrambled to greet your idiotic husband from his trip.

"[Name]. I'm home." Ushijima called out as he took his shoes off at the entrance.

You stayed silent, seething internally at your husband's complete lack of awareness. He did the one damn thing you told him not to do. And you wanted payback.

Ushijima looked up at you after taking off his shoes.

"I'm home." He monotonously repeated.

"I see that. Care to explain why you haven't picked up any of my calls or answered any of my texts while you were gone for three whole days?" You said calmly, trying to not let your emotions get the best of you.

Ushijima tilted his head in confusion, pondering for a moment what you were on about. His eyes widened the slightest bit and his mouth opened to prepare for an apology, but you weren't having any of it.

"Save it. You can make it up to me by sitting in the office chair with only your boxers on and your hands behind the back of the chair. If a single word comes out of your mouth, I'm putting you on the couch." You sauntered off to your bedroom, planning to make him learn how serious you really were.

Ushijima knew how you got when you were angry, so he did as you asked. He was currently sat in the office you shared with him. All of his clothes were neatly discarded in a pile near the door and his hands were behind the back of the chair, just as you asked.

You soon entered the room and closed the door. It was obvious to Ushijima that you had traded in your simple pyjamas for one of his shirts--no bra underneath--and a pair of his favorite underwear on you. Your hair was pushed back to prevent it from getting in the way of you giving Ushijima the head of his life.

You wasted no time. After tying his hands together in the back, you fished a cock ring from your underboob and flashed it at your husband. You saw his breathing slowly build up and you could tell he was becoming hornier as every second passed.

You positioned yourself between his legs and began palming his dick through his boxers. You felt it get stiffer each time you pressed onto him, and it made you smirk at how easily he became hard. You pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out. You could feel his eyes on you as you flicked your tongue around the cock ring to moisten it.

His dick was twitching in anticipation, and you saw how two of the thick veins that lined the side of it were pulsing. His pink tip was already a bit slick with his precum, and you licked your lips as you saw it slowly drip down his shaft to his neatly trimmed bush.

You slid the cock ring down his length until it was snug against the base of his dick. You then glanced up at your husband to see how he was faring. His nostrils were slightly flared and his lips were agape. A slight blush coated his cheeks and you could hear a few pants escape his aroused body.

You were determined to make him beg for you to let him cum, and then, you were going to let him ram the fuck out of you to make him show how badly he wanted it--wanted you.

Your mouth blew cool air on the tip of his cock, and you watched as it twitched at the sudden interaction. You yourself were becoming a little impatient, so you decided to skip the teasing and get straight into the action. You steadily moved your head closer and closer to his cock, tricking him into thinking you were going to continue in teasing him.

A loud moan escaped Toshi's mouth out of shock as you engulfed his dick and started bobbing your head up and down. Your tongue was pressed flat against the underside of his cock, tracing along his veins as you fondled his balls with your unoccupied hand.

You could see how much he was struggling to keep his hips from bucking into the warmth of your mouth, so you decided to push him further. You removed your mouth from his dick and began jacking him off feverishly. You placed yourself on his lap as you did so, and you sucked and nibbled on his erect nipples. Your tongue moved all across his chest and neck, and you left bright hickies along his collarbone.

You scooted your clothed pussy to his cock and started to grind on it in sync with your hand. His dick was stimulating your clit, making you wetter by the second. You used your other hand to grab a fistful of Ushijima's hair, and you roughly made out with him.

At this point, he was so excited, he lost control and started to let his moans leak out of his mouth into your passionate kiss. You moaned with him, enjoying the control you had over your stupid husband. You recognized that he was close to cumming, and so, you promptly removed your body off of him. You saw his eyebrows crease in frustration and watched as his cock twitched violently at the loss of stimulation.

You looked at him expectantly. He knew exactly what you wanted to say, and in all honesty, he wanted to give in.

He wanted to feel your pussy grip his cock as he pounded into you, watching as you would lose yourself on his dick, begging for him to go faster. He wanted to see your tits bounce through the fabric of his shirt, with your nipples erect and poking through, trying to get his tongue to suck on them like he was starving.

With all these thoughts swimming through his head, he uttered out an apology.

"I'm sorry for forgetting about our agreement. It won't happen again, I promise. So, please, let me fuck the shit out of you."

That was all you needed to hear.

You took the cock ring off of Toshi and you untied his hands from behind the chair. You cleared the clutter off the desk in the office, and as soon as you finished, Ushijima picked you up and slammed you onto the desk. He pushed aside your soaked underwear and lined his cock up with your quivering pussy. He teasingly slid it up your slit, prodding your clit with his tip.

"I swear on my fuckin' life. If you don't fuck the shit out of me right now, I'm putting you on the couch for- Fuck!"

Your tirade was cut off by Toshi thrusting his length into you. He didn't let you adjust to his size as he rammed into you like a rabbit. Moans spilled out of both of your mouths as he penetrated deep into your cunt. Your breasts were bouncing furiously, taunting Ushijima. He lifted your body off the desk whilst still fucking you and began sucking on your nipples through the fabric of the shirt. The sensation of both the wetness and pressure of his tongue and the rough texture of the shirt left you in ecstasy.

You couldn't form coherent words or thoughts. Your mind was completely blank and you were only focused on the beating your pussy was taking from your husband's huge dick. The girth filled you up to the brim, and his tip was grazing all the right places. Your pussy would most definitely not recover from this fucking for a long while.

Ushijima was reaching his limit. He had been denied to cum once already, so he was desperate to reach his high this time. He wanted to cum so deep inside you. He wanted to see his seed spill out of you and onto your sexy ass thighs as you laid breathless on the desk. He wanted to lick you clean and then take a relaxing bath with you after. He wanted to do so much with you. He wanted you so bad. He loved you.

Ushijima pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach. He then lifted you onto his chest and impaled you on his cock. He than began to fuck you while standing up, jackhammering so hard into your pussy that you felt all feeling completely disappear from your legs. You looked down to see his dick going in and out of you at an amazing speed, and you felt yourself begin to twitch at the erotic sight.

Ushijima felt the way your pussy squeezed him and he knew you were close to cumming. He was, too, but he was able to hold out in order to make sure you came first.

You felt the build up in your stomach release, and your pussy soaked Ushijima's cock with your cum. Ushijima took this as a sign to chase his own release, and moved erratically. His thrusts became uneven strokes, but his power and speed stayed consistent. His moans increased in volume and you felt his cock twitch within you.

Ushijima thrusted three more times and slammed you down to bury himself into you, releasing his hot cum into you in thick spurts. After he finished, he pulled out of your sensitive cunt and set you back on the desk, watching as his cum decorated your body. He then got on his knees and moved his mouth closer to your messy pussy.

He licked your thighs clean first and then moved onto your hole, cleaning every crevice with care. He flicked your sensitive clit a few times and watched as your body jerked in response.

He stood up and carefully picked you up off the table, helping you stand on the ground. Your knees wobbled, and Ushijima hooked an arm under your arms and helped you walk to the bathroom.

You talked to him after having not spoke since you begged for him to fuck you senseless.

"Next time, don't test me." You weakly hoarsed out.

"Yeah, I hear you." Ushijima replied with a bit of sarcasm in his voice as he turned on the water for the tub.

You raised your eyebrow at his slight attitude, and he gave you a small smile in response.

"I hate you." You pouted as you took off your shirt and underwear and got into the water.

"Yeah, I hear you." Ushijima chuckled as he followed you into the tub from behind, wrapping his arms around you.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"Damn it. So close."

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sitting on tendou’s face after he cums inside of u… i froth at the mouth at the thought.

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warnings: 18+, minors dni, face sitting

your embarrassment at his request is only lessened because of how hungry Tendou looks—even after fucking three loads into you—while kneeling between your legs on the bed, gaze dark and fixated on your sloppy cunt, on the way his cum is drooling and leaking out of you in rivulets. you’re not sure you can even move from how fucked out you feel, limbs heavy, chest heaving, hair sticking to your sweaty skin. 

“wanna see what i taste like,” is his only elaboration as he pulls you onto him, positioning you right above his face, nostrils flaring at the smell of your dripping pussy, depraved smirk curling wider on his lips, “wanna taste us.”

your forehead drops forward to rest against the window above his bed, the one facing the glittering nighttime lights of the city, the tip of the eiffel tower kissing the sky. it feels like a daze, how quickly the first few dates with this man had flown by, how quickly and eagerly you had fallen into bed with him. Tendou’s like...a whirlwind, sweeping up everything in his path, you included. 

should any passersby below cast their gaze upwards to the seventh floor of the apartment building, they might be able to catch a glimpse of your breath fogging up the glass, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of a tongue presses against your core, sliding between your messy folds. your cunt flutters weakly when you hear Tendou let out the most obscene, drawn-out moan from beneath you. your thighs tremble from the effort of holding yourself up, hands braced against the top of the bed’s headboard. 

“babe...what’re you doing?” 

you try to blink past the haze of pleasure clouding your sight so you can look down at your boyfriend. “w-what...”

there’s a sulky pout on the redhead’s face. “i said sit.”

"b-but you won’t be able to breathe.”

“i don’t need to.” his hands, resting on the curve of your ass, pull down, hard, and you let out a cry when you collapse onto his face. his lips suck at your clit, tongue swirling around the nub like he’s doing his best to draw out yet another orgasm from you. it’s working. your walls spasm when the long muscle finds your entrance and pushes past the tight ring of muscle, fucking into you expertly. oh, he’s good. his hands are never still, ghosting up to your hips, back down again to squeeze your ass. your whimpers grow in volume, hips swiveling against his face as he eats you out like he didn’t just have a full course dinner not even two hours ago. he’s loud, swallowing what he collects in his mouth, groaning and whining against your pussy.

your own jaw drops open when you cum yet again, thighs tensing, cunt clenching down as you cream all over his tongue. he drinks it all, strong hands holding your hips in place so he can bury his face deeper between your legs, moaning like he's tasting heaven.

when Tendou withdraws, your cheeks burn at the view of his face. it’s messy, covered in a mix of his saliva, your slick, his cum. but he doesn’t look bothered, far from it actually, only grinning up at you widely and licking his lips, looking as pleased as he could be.

“thank you for the meal.”

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haikyuu idiot squad: year in review

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TURNING TIKTOK (COUPLE) AUDIOS INTO CUTE SCENARIOS FT. ATSUMU, SUNA, AND KENMA

++note: i’ve come across these audios several times already and i can’t help but write them into cute scenarios because i just feel like it and it feels like atsumu, suna, and kenma suits them best :D anw, if you happen to like this work of mine, please don’t hesitate to reblog! it would help me a lot. thank you so much <3

contains. fluff <3

ATSUMU FT. “babe, ask me what i would do if we broke up…”

atsumu’s currently laying in your thighs, gaze fixated on the television screen in front of the two of you—seemingly fascinated with the movie that’s flashing in the screen. your fingers are nestled in his blonde locks, occasionally grazing across his scalp that makes him hum because of comfort, nuzzling his head a little bit in the flesh of your thighs.

it was peaceful. that is until you remembered the tiktok video that you saw yesterday. it seems like it’s fun to try and use it to atsumu just so you could see what his reaction will be.

“babe,” you started, caressing his hair.

“what?” he mumbled.

you tried to stifle the giggles that’s fighting to come out from your lips, trying so hard to remain serious. “ask me what i would do if we broke up.”

that caught your boyfriend’s attention as he immediately remove his gaze to the television to stare at you, brows furrowed because of confusion.

“why?”

“just do it!”

atsumu stared at you for a second then he exhaled a sigh, brows still pinched together.

“what would you do if we broke up?” he hesitantly asked.

you licked your lips then a wide grin appeared on your face. “i’d get back with my ex,” you said, giggling, and it turned into a laugh when you saw atsumu’s face frowning deeply as he sit up to face you properly.

“what?” he asked, face contorting with devastation. “why would you say that?! go on then! go back to him!” he huffs, and the hurt that is laced in the tone of his voice only fueled for you to laugh harder which only made atsumu to scoff at you.

“you’d be my ex, ‘tsumu,” you said, laughing.

for a while, atsumu remained silent and you watch as the expression in his face shifted from scrunching because of the betrayal he’s feeling to recognition. “oh,” he mumbled. “oh yeah…” he added.

a laugh blared past his lips making you laugh alongside with him. atsumu scooted closer to your space just as when he slips his arms around your waist to hug you and pull you closer to him. then he put his chin at the top of your shoulders, nuzzling his nose to the side of your face.

“thought for a second you mean something else there, baby.” he whines.

SUNA FT. “baby, can we please go to bed?”… “but ice cream…”

suna knows you too well. he’s memorized everything about you that’s why he knows that even though it’s literally ass o’clock already—which means it’s already midnight—you’re still awake, probably still sulking because he refused to buy you ice cream.

with a sigh, he turns his body to the side to stare at you and suna can’t help but feel his heart clench when he saw your bottom lip jutted out. he reaches over to your face to gently stroke it.

“baby, can we please go to bed?” he rasps, the feeling of slumber pulling him in.

“but ice cream,” you mumbled, eyes dripping with sadness.

suna sighs once again. “it’s midnight! we can’t get ice cream right now.”

you sniffle, “but i want ice cream…”

“i’m not getting you an ice cream!”

you stared at him with wide eyes, pouting your lips as you try to entice him to feel pity over you and you really know you’re power over him—how he can’t say no and resist you because suna just found himself cladded with a hoodie and sweatpants as you drag him to where the ice cream parlor is.

“i hate you so much,” he groans.

you turn your head around to stare at him, giggling, “come on, bubs!” you said, voice laced with glee and that only made suna laughs.

“you want cake?” you asked him, pointing at the array of cakes displayed. you immediately ordered the ice cream you want right after the two of you entered the shop.

suna flicks your forehead, earning him a tiny ‘ow’ from you. “no, i want sleep,” he laughs.

you shrug your shoulders. “no, i think you want cake,” you chuckled.

and suna could only shake his head at you, arms finding their way to your waist to pull you closer and plant a kiss in your forehead.

“you’re such a pain in my ass,” he mumbles through the smile breaking in his face.

KENMA FT. “imagine having a whole boyfriend but he won’t cuddle you…”

you understand that playing video games takes so much off kenma’s time since it’s his job. you understand that fact and you give him space to do whatever he needs to do. but there are times where you feel needy, you feel the need to be held—be held by your stupidly good-looking, annoying boyfriend.

and that time, is right now, while you watch your boyfriend test out the video game he bought so he can stream it properly. the feel to have his arms around you and have your head placed in his chest is intensifying, the itch is becoming stronger and the only way to get rid of it is to have him give you affection.

frustrated and overly needy, you huff loudly just as when you cross your arms over your chest. “imagine having a whole boyfriend but he won’t cuddle you,” you said, the tone of your voice teetering close to a whine.

kenma spared you a glance for a second then he went back to playing. you bit your lower lip and scrunch your forehead. “a whole boyfriend! not a half one! a whole—,”

but your sentence got interrupted when you felt your boyfriend’s hand grabbing your arm to pull you closer to his space so he can place a swift kiss in your lips. when he pulled away, he raised a brow at you.

“you okay now, you needy baby?” he asked.

giggling, you made your way to his lap to sit on it as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“yes!” you exhaled happily.

kenma tightened his hold around you the same moment where he placed a kiss in your forehead.

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[daikaashisthighs]

H*t muscular iwa with tattoos fucking his girlfriend while she's wearing his sweater 👀👀👀

You laid in bed waiting for Iwaizumi to get home trying to get yourself occupied

Iwaizumi was one his way home smirking as he drove his motorcycle home

The both of you lived in a nice condo that over looked the city

the city was slowly fading into the night life as you watched outside your windows

the condo sat on the 27th floor and your bedroom was floor to ceiling windows that had remote controlled shades that would roll down

the room was a nice black and grey aesthetic with a large king size bed

with the night life joining your room it made your LED lights glow

the red lights gave the room and low sexy vibe as they could only see your shadow

Iwai pulled into the parking garage, one that was private as he made wonderful money

money you didn't question as it wasn't your place to ask and you didn't want to go past your boundaries

Iwai climbs off the bike and smiles glad to know you would be up there waiting for him

rushing to the elevator he smirks as he hears that glorious ding and walks into the livingroom

but he freezes seeing you weren't there

you were always there on the couch with a glass of wine or cooking in the kitchen dancing

"Y/N?" He calls shredding off his leather jacket his arms lined with tattoos even his chest

"In here baby!" You called rolling onto your stomach typing away o your phone

"Why aren't you in the kitchen or watching your shows, or reading?" he asks not used to this change of pace

he steps down into the bedroom and freezes

there you were laying on your bed, with HIS sweatshirt and no pants

He swallows thickly and drops his jacket onto one of the armchairs into the room

"I felt like laying in bed is that so wrong?" You ask giggling sitting up

Now Iwai wanted to die, he was going to die and die thinking of the dirtiest things he wanted to do to you

"Iwai? What's wrong?" You ask getting up walking over to him

Iwaizumi controls his facial expression trying to show how he wasn't affected

"Is it the sweatshirt? It's your you know." You say smiling gently

Iwai always loved seeing you in his clothes, it was the alpha male pride thing for him

after you wore it, you smelled of his cologne and it made his heart and pride swell greatly

"Trust me baby, I know it's mine." He whispers putting his large hands on your waist and smirking

you swallow, your throat dry all of a sudden, but you know what Iwaizumi was thinking of

His body was towering over you and slowly moves you to the bed

the back of your knees hit the bed and you loose your balance falling back onto the bed

He smiles and wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you up to sitting position

you look up at him and smile as his thumb drags across your bottom lip

you turn your head slightly and suck in his thumb making him groan slightly

"I've missed you today." he whispers leaning down slightly to make eye contact with you

you pull away from his thumb and hum softly wrapping your arms around his neck

"I've missed you too Iwai."

"That's not my name." He whispers teasing you with a kiss and keeps pulling away when you lean closer

"Sir." You whisper making him chuckle and kiss you deeply

you both smile into the kiss as his hands make their way underneath the sweatshirt

he feels your bare skin which makes him groan and nip your bottom lip

iwai lifts you up and lays you down his body hovering over yours

you can feel his body weight over you, but not crushing you with it

"You're gorgeous." He whispers and moves his hands downwards and pulls your panties off gently

his leaves a trail of kisses down your body leaving soft words of praise in his wake

You moan softly arching up into his lips as the sun goes down leaving you only in the soft red light of the lights

Iwai stands up and pulls his shirt off and unbuckles his pants before pulling your hips into his

you giggle and start to grind against him feeling him start to stiffen as he watches you

"My sweet little vixen, want my cock so bad you don't care if you just grind against my clothed cock?" He asks his tattoos looking dark and sexy from the lights

"Yes Sir, want it so bad." You mumble and move to take the sweatshirt off

his hands react faster and stops you as you both just stare at each other

"Leave it on please." He whispers softly making you smile

"Okay." You grumble as you both curl into one another

Iwai somehow ends up underneath you and you ontop

His cock had entered you in the flurry of kisses and grinding

you both just breath deeply as iwai hands trail your body admiring you

"I love you." He groans sitting up fast causing you to moan as he thrusted up

"I love you too." You gasp as he kisses you deeply his hips thrusting into you

"God how wet and tight you are, I love it." He groans burying his head into your shoulder

loving the material of his sweatshirt on his face

the thought of him fucking you in his sweatshirt was something he had wanted for the longest time

and here he was bringing that to reality it was amazing and he loves your gasps and the wat your chest raises and falls

"Sir, I'm close." You whine nipping and sucking his neck leaving your mark on him

"Fuck, me too." He groans thrusting harder and faster the both of you so close you could feel his breath in your mouth

"Oh god, please faster." you moan starting to bounce on his cock as he moves faster

"Yes!" You cry going over the edge when his rough finger pad rubs your clit pushing you to cum

the both of you breath heavily and then start to laugh as he kisses you gently as you trace the patterns of his tattoos

"I'm not gonna be able to wear this without thinking about you in it and me fucking you." He says which makes you laugh harder

he just smiles glad to be home

[daikaashisthighs]

a day in the life of sakusa kiyoomi—(featuring you, his wonderful lover)

atsumu’s part here

6:30 AM:

“Omi, nooo.”

“Let go, y/n. I gotta.”

“No.”

“Come on, don’t be a brat,” he groans.

“If you love me, you’ll stay.” Sakusa sighs, pecking your forehead softly, hand gliding over your back as he feels you against him. It’s warm and it’s home, and he’s almost tempted to stay glued to you.

Almost.

“I have to go jog, I’ll be back,” he mumbles, unlatching himself despite your hands attempting to claw their way back to him. “Stop that, you’re—hey! Don’t smack my ass, weirdo.”

And even though his cheeks are tainted red and he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he grins to himself when he walks to the bathroom and hears your giggles.

7:20 AM:

“Omi, quit picking at the calluses on your hands.”

“‘M not,” he denies through a quiet mumble, hiding his hands under the table with a pout.

“You’re hopeless.”

The plate of breakfast placed before makes his heart flutter. Sakusa can’t stop the little chuckle he lets out when he sees the strawberries assembled into a little heart on the plate.

“And you’re a cliche sap,” he teases. And when he catches the spoon you throw at him, smirking when you groan at his athleticism, he almost considers skipping practice.

“Hurry and eat, you’ll be late.”

“I’m never late.”

“I don’t care, shut up and eat,” you huff. His chair scoots closer to yours when you settle next to him with your own plate.

7:34 AM:

“Y/n, y/n—oh my goodness—okay, that’s enough. I’ll be late—oh my god,” he groans through the onslaught of kisses you place on his face. He pretends he’s annoyed, but the blush and the wobble of his lips as he fights back a smile says otherwise.

Sakusa loves goodbye kisses, you’re no fool.

“Okay,” you peck his lips one last time. “There, I’m done. Now you may go.” He shuffles a little and stares at the ground, pout on his face.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat.

“You’ll be late, what are you—”

“You’re forgetting two things.”

“What?” He glares at you, and you glare back.

“First of all, you’re supposed to say I love you? What happened to that?” Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips at him with a raised brow.

“Kay, I love you. What else do you need?”

“Thank you, I love you too.” His eyes meet the floor again. “You missed a spot,” he murmurs quietly. And even though you laugh at him, and he scowls and shoves you away for a bit, you place two big kisses to his moles, sending him off.

7:57 AM:

“Omi, why’re ya smilin’ at yer phone like that?” Sakusa’s grin instantly drops, and his usual scowl graces his features. Atsumu tends to have that effect on him.

“Ooh! Are you talking to y/n? I love y/n! Tell y/n I said hi!” Bokuto’s voice is booming loud as ever—too loud for eight am on a Monday morning for him.

“No, you don’t need to say hi—”

“Tell y/n I said hi too!” He glares at a certain ginger instantly. He’s a bit annoyed that his last minute conversation with you before weight training is interrupted, but he doesn’t deny that deep down, he’s at home here too, surrounded by three loud mouths he can’t escape.

He shoots a quick message with a scowl on his face.

Bokuto and Hinata said hi

And Atsumu too he adds after the setter insists through whines.

And when he gets a tell them I said hi too! he can’t help but smile softly again—although it drops two seconds after when Atsumu opens his mouth once more.

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