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[m4iya]

hq characters reactions when you refer to them as 'my shayla'

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.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type to be genuinely, genuinely confused. Like 'I have to search this up' kind of confused. A smile wouldn't even come close to forming on his lips. Instead, he'd probably look at you confused with an almost scrutinising gaze. He wouldn't even infer that it could be a nickname. He'd ask you what a Shayla is, and how he could even be classified as one.

"Your 'Shayla?' I don't know who Shayla is, but it definitely isn't me."

kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, kyotani kenjiro, ushijima wakatoshi, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, akaashi keiji, EITA SEMI, korai hoshiumi

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type who knows what it means and would probably laugh about it a little. That, or he wouldn't acknowledge it as anything different than what he's used to. He'd also probably use it himself or call you by another brainrot nickname. Also the type to cringe if he hears it being used in an actual conversation and not over text.

replies with a reel or something similar

kenma kozume, akira kunimi, sugawara koushi, SUNA RINTARO, nishinoya yu, kuroo tetsuro, fukunaga shohei, takahiro hanamaki

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type who has no clue what it means, but can tell it its not an insult. If you tell him it's a nickname of sorts, he'd use it back to you periodically. Would probably get excited at the thought of having a nickname specifically tailored to him until he finds out you didn't come up with it for him. He'd still use it though.

"What's a 'Shayla?'"

HINATA SHOYO, bokuto kotaro, so inuoka, lev haiba, kanji koganegawa

(specific to hinata): would probably add it to his vocabulary list and start using it as an everyday word </3

⋆𝜗𝜚

The type who doesn't really care. Whether he does or doesn't know what it means, he knows that it's just some nickname you decided to give to him. Would probably use it back once or twice in the wrong context just to make you laugh.

yamaguchi tadashi, oikawa toru, SWAMURA DAICHI, suguru dasho, yaku morisuke, kenji futakuchi, matsukawa issei, chikara ennoshita

Extra mention: Tsukishima would most probably know what it means (I think he's the type who uses his phone a lot so he'd be familiar with brainrot/slang) but he'd absolutely REFUSE to acknowledge it or laugh about it 😭

"I can't deal with this rn."

[gayaest]

His symptoms of his Lyme Disease are life-long, as they didn’t find the tick bite fast at all, and it raged on for a long while.

[strwbryash]

Aeternum: What Remains | T. Kuroo

“I was at the end of every tether waiting for what once was”

synopsis ; She was a devil behind the guise of an angel, sent down from the sky above to birth tumult within the chambers of his heart. And the past has freckled their flesh with burning scars of what was once a seraphic nexus, forging a carmine thread that brings them back to one another once more. 

content warning ; fem!reader, both time skip and high school kuroo, angst, hurt/comfort, two timelines (the past and the present), probably mentions of drug consumption, alcohol consumption, smoking, toxic, strict and manipulative parents, parent pressure, mentally unwell reader, tba.

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE LESS THAN 17. This series is 17+, I have no control over who reads it however, DO NOT interact if you are less than 17. Read at your own risk.

Might be inconsistent updates due to uni and assignments

chapters ;

Prologue  Then ; 1.00 –  Now  ; 2.00 – Then ; 3.00 –  Now  ; 4.00 – Tba

Moodboards ; Aeternum: What Remains, AWR  y/n, AWR Kuroo

taglist ; Open, reply to this post only OR send an ask to be added.

@heartmaddie @kameyyy @44twentytwo @cherrysurf @chlosology @cinnamxnangel

Enjoy!

[missmeinyourbones]

CARVE YOUR NAME INTO MY BEDPOST

cw: AFAB!reader, fingering and oral sex, reader referred to as ‘brave girl’ once, first time hookup vibes when you are nervous and excited and curious and blushing WOOOO, kuroo is service dom king core, slight religious themes if you squint

Kuroo has wanted you for as long as he can remember, since before he even knew what wanting felt like. 

You’d met back in your high school days, and between your quick wits and his know-it-all persona, the dynamic was magnetic. It was always so natural with you, even with his heart beating a mile a minute and his palms sweating against the denim of his jeans. 

The two of you were always a special kind of exception for one another. Friends, always, but with something more buzzing beneath the surface. The constant craving for something out of reach, something thought to be intangible. 

He’s felt it since the very moment he laid eyes on you, but he’d told himself you didn’t—and with that, he left his pride heavy, but intact, in his throat. 

Which is why he can’t believe he’s actually here—with you splayed out across his bed like an angel of temptation in the garden of Eden. Your skin is softer than he ever imagined, your tiny whines more angelic than any prayer he could've hummed in church. 

Your lips are plump and raw from his ruthless assault on them, and he admires the way they curve and whimper around his name. 

He stares at the wet patch dolloped on your panties in awe. Experimental, as if you’re unreal in his palms, he lets his pointed finger gently apply pressure to the soaked spot. When you buck your hips eagerly and mewl at the mere brush of his finger, he grins from ear to ear.

“You always this sensitive?” Kuroo whispers, more so thinking out loud in wonder than meaning to humiliate you. 

The heat from your core rises up to your chest in embarrassment.

“No,” you whimper, hiding your face from his own in the softness his pillow. It smells just like him.  

He hums to himself, before repeating the action with a bit more conviction. Less unsure but still erring on the side of caution, Kuroo presses his finger to your bud. In no hurry at all and wanting to savor the moment, he begins to rub a firm, teasing circle to your clit. 

He wants to drown in the way you gasp against the subtle movement—how you curl your toes against his sheets and wiggle your hips in time with his slow touches. So reactive, he gawks. 

“No one’s taken care of you in a while, huh?”

Again, Kuroo’s words aren't meant to humiliate you. He’s curious, always has been—especially when it comes to you. He can tell from the urgency of your hips and the desperation in your moans that you need this just as much as he does. 

Stubborn as always, you take a deep breath before you shakily respond, “I—I can take care of myself.”

Kuroo laughs at your determination, his brave girl.

He knows you can take care of yourself—in fact, he’d be a bold-faced liar if he said he hadn't imagined it before. Your measly fingers buried in your cunt as deep as they can go. You whining and thrashing to meet their pathetic thrusts. But it’s just not enough. You can’t bend and weave the way he can, can’t reach the spots his fingers do with ease. 

“I know you can,” he coos at your resilience, before removing your panties with a slow drag, “but you deserve to relax, too.”

You shiver at the sudden cold air on your wet heat and Kuroo is salivating at this point. You’re completely spread out for him, in his room atop his bed, waiting for him to touch you—to make you feel good. 

And he plans on it, he has something to prove. 

You feel his hot breath at your center as he places tender kisses around where you want him most. His tongue is hot on your thighs, his lips inching closer and closer to your dripping center. You’re positive he can see you clenching around absolutely nothing.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he practically whimpers once his tongue flickers against your clit. A tiny taste of what he’s waited years to have. 

“How many times I’ve thought about this,” he indulges himself with a hefty lick to your sweet spot.  

Your hands cover your face from the intimacy of the moment. You groan as you tighten your thighs around his head in a flustered embarrassment.

“Stop talking,” he hears you bashfully whine. 

Instantly, his large hands are cupping your thighs, spreading them back open and holding them in place for his access. 

“Hey, relax.”

His stern words contrastingly feel like honey as he reattaches his mouth to your pussy. He allows his slick tongue to prod slightly at the opening of your cunt, once, twice, three times, before returning his attention to your puffy bundle of nerves. He swells in pride at your whimpers and cries, before realizing that he wants them louder.

“So tense all the time,” he hums against your cunt, brushing a slender finger between your dripping folds. “Let me take care of you.” 

Your back arches at the sudden intrusion. His finger just barely dips into your warmth, as if he’s testing the waters—and with the way your hips are bucking against the palm of his hand, he’s soothed to know that you’re enjoying this. 

He forces your hips down with his free hand, all without stopping his gentle assault on your clit and teasing actions to your fluttering hole.

“Don’t want a single thought in that pretty little head of yours,” he encourages your moans, swallowing you whole as his finger fully dips inside of you. Your head falls back in a heavenly moan, and you feel Kuroo smile between your legs.

His finger begins moving at a steady pace, and you eventually grant him permission to slip a second one in when you whimper out a pathetic, “More.” 

As Kuroo’s smooth actions persist over time, you feel the coil in you burning closer and closer to its end. 

The only noises in the room are ones of primal need, crude and devilish. Your hiccups and begs of his name on your tongue. His own silky moans purring against your core. The sloshing sound of his fingers massaging your folds with intent, and the spit from his tongue and your slick as he laps you dry. 

Sensing your peak close on his tongue, he presses a palm to your lower stomach, pinning you down and limiting your ability to run from his touch. He watches you thrash and shake beneath his continuous assault on your cunt, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. 

“Just feel me, yeah?” he encourages you, removing his mouth from between your legs and allowing himself the privilege of looking up at you. Your head thrown back, hair sweaty and sticking to your forehead. Your chest heaves with every moan that bubbles from your throat and your skin begs for him to kiss it. 

With a few final thrusts and prods against your spongey spot, you cum around Kuroo’s two fingers. Hard. Harder than you could ever make yourself cum—than anyone could, you know to be true.

But, you don't tell your best friend that. 

Kuroos talks you through your high, allowing his fingers to slow but continue riding your orgasm to its peak sensitivity.

“There it is,” he coos, admiring your weak attempts to claw at his wrist and stop your body from shaking.

When you finally begin to relax and the overstimulation becomes too much to bare, Kuroo removes himself from between your legs. He brings his lips to your own, and you taste yourself on his mouth. Though you're in a haze and borderline delirious, it's hot and heavy and feels a lot like love between teeth and tongue. 

He readjusts himself so he’s by your side, allowing you to collapse on his shoulder and sleepily attempt to catch your breath. At the sudden realization of where you are and what just happened, you barely lift your head to look up at Kuroo. 

Your eyes find his dopey ones boring back at you, awestruck and borderline heart-shaped, before your sight travels down to his length throbbing at his crotch.

“You’re—” you weakly go to point out his hardness before he giddily interrupts you. 

“On cloud nine? Yeah,” he finishes your sentence with pride. 

“I can...” you move again to sit up, wincing at the soreness in your core in an attempt to reach for his cock to stroke. But Kuroo catches your wrist gently in his hand, before ushering your head back onto his shoulder. 

“You’re exhausted,” he reminds you in a soft tone, voice devoid of any hardship or pressure. His fingers dance along your hairline, smoothing over your skin as he places a few delicate kisses to the crown of your head. 

“And if I’ve waited this long to do that,” he breathily jokes into your hair, “then I can wait a little bit longer for my turn.”

[tabiito]

chapter eight: i just get so passionate about feminism previous ⎯ masterlist ⎯ next

You're peering over the edge of a railing on the roof of your rendezvous point, watching people mill about like specs of colour when you hear the familiar whoosh of wind that signals the arrival of Tokyo's arachnid saviour.

"Spider-Man," you speak, and he shoots you a timid wave. "Vigilante."

This time, you study him even more intensely than before, trying to gauge his height and cross-check with the Reddit post. You struggle to find any identifying markers, since his suit's practically stretched taut against his body, red and blue appearing glossy in the moonlight.

He'd always been cautious, even at your last two meetings when you'd been brainstorming ways to flush out the serial arsonist that had recently hit another shopping complex in Ginza. Constantly standing a couple of feet away from you, speaking in a thick dialect that sounded like a cross between Tokyo and another district you couldn't quite put your finger on. If it weren't for your doomscrolling through forums piecing together a digital footprint, and the lifesaver of a Reddit post, you'd be hitting your head against a wall right now.

Instead, you play nice.

"Did the police manage to salvage the footage?", you ask, leaning on the edge of the cool metal bars as he surveys you from a distance, scanning the perimeter not very subtly.

"They're tryin' to. I know we agreed to me handling the cops, but d'ya think you could run by the Ginza scene around 10 in the morning to get the footage? I got this unmissable appointment around then."

Unmissable appointment. That could be anything: a birthday party, a doctor's visit, or a training session.

You cringe inwardly at a run-in with the police, again, and that too during your Behavioural Econ class. Still, Spider-Man sounds sincere enough, and you suppose he's been doing most of the public lifting in this op anyways, so a quick visit to the crime scene should be the least you can do.

You sigh, relenting. "Fine."

You can hear the relief in his tone. "Thanks. I owe ya."

"I'll hold you to it," you grumble under your breath, and then, remembering a hunch that'd hit you like a brainwave while studying all three crime scenes in Shinjuku, Ginza and Minato, you add:

"Can we get a list of all the shops that'd been hit in these three places? I think it's time we begin making a suspect list."

"Sure," Spider-Man replies, shrugging. "I can get that info off the net and I'll bring it to ya. Same time tomorrow?", he asks, and you nod, unsatisfied and frustrated with how little personal information you've been able to extract from this meeting.

"Cool. See ya," he declares, flicking his wrist in the direction of the building behind you and whooshing past the railing in one swift motion. You watch him, swinging across the skyline of shiny glass and lights, until he becomes a tiny blob of blue and red, heading towards the curved roof Ariake Arena.

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[tarithenurse]

Best friend

Fandom: Haikyuu Pairing/starring: Kuroo Tetsuro x fem!reader Word count: 1366 Content: Pining, soft Kuroo, some grossness (blame CAH), shyness, making out, best friends to lovers, implied smut. A/N: This is inspired by a black card from Cards Against Humanity. It came shock last in the recent poll but I just *had* to write this and I hope you’ll like it anyways. Unbetaed.

Best friends

... Reader ...

You’ve known him since forever. A childhood friendship that has been allowed to blossom because you went to the same schools. Only in college were you forced further apart but Kuroo Tetsuro and you managed to keep in touch, relishing the moments you met up.

You can do anything together: sports, homework, chats (serious or not), silences, games...everything. You know him inside out and that’s why it probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you when you realized you were falling for him. Slowly but surely, your adoration for your friend has deepened, turning into longing for something more.

Something you are sure you’ll never get because Tetsuro is your friend. Your best friend.

“Oya...it’s your turn,” Tetsuro breaks through to you.

The two of you are hanging out at his place. It’s late on a Saturday night and out of boredom, you’ve pulled out Cards Against Humanity, taking turns to read out black cards for the both of you to come up with the most depraved answers. No white cards involved. It’s not needed because with just the two of you there’s no point in making it a proper game.

Picking a new card, you glance over the text in an effort to distract yourself from what you’d really been thinking about: Tetsuro.

“What don’t you want to find in your Kung Pao chicken?” you read.

“A toe,” he answers promptly, making you instantly visualize it much to your regret.

You shudder. “Eeeew!” Then you have to think for a moment, wanting to out-gross the guy. “A...tooth?”

He looks at you with disbelief before snatching the card. “I win.”

“It’s not a competition!”

“Is now after that answer ‘cause I need to teach you some things,” he grins and your insides go all warm and mushy at how pretty he is with that cocky expression.

Pulling a new card, he wriggles closer to the coffee table, resting the elbows on it and staring you deep in your eyes. “I get by with a little help from...blank.”

You know he’s hinting at something dirty. Kuroo has no problem talking about sex-related things and most of what you know you’ve learned from him chatting away. Actually, you have no personal experience on the matter apart from what you secretly do when you’re all alone. Thankfully that’s never come up.

Tampering down the heat in your cheeks, the word ‘friends’ pop out before you can think clearly again. Sure, it might be a perfect quote from the song, but it’s not as deranged as the game calls for.

“Classic,” he smiles before clearing his throat, “the female orgasm.”

Again, you have to tamper something down but this time it’s harder because you’ve just gotten a clear image of Tetsuro naked and flush against you, his fingers dancing under your panties and oh my could you use some of that.

“What? No applause?” he pouts but still takes the card.

It’s your turn to pick one and as you read it to yourself first, you swear the universe is out to get you. “How did...how did I lose my virginity?”

“Ooooh, nice one!” Kuroo savours the question before glancing to you. “You start.”

“But I picked the card!”

He shrugs. “So? Go on.”

Come on, something crazy or realistically kinky. But you’re coming up blank. “Uhm...with my first love...”

Tetsuro freezes mid movement as he’s about to take a sip of his drink. Slowly, he turns to look at you before setting the glass down. Reaching out, he takes the black card from you, studying it as if he doesn’t believe what it says and then places it too on the table.

“Serious question,” he leans back on the couch, “that answer...you’ve never had sex, have you?”

“Oh come on! Just because we’re best friends doesn’t mean I have to tell you everything I do!” You don’t know why it’s such a big deal, really. Not for you and especially not for him.

He seems to have come to the same conclusion. Shrugging, he smiles softly at you and your nerves change characteristics. Why did you have to fall for this guy? Couldn’t you just have gone out and found someone else when you first realized? But it’s too late now: you’re in love with your best friend and you can’t imagine losing your virginity to anyone else than him. It’s just never going to happen.

“Well, I’ll have to answer differently than originally planned...’with the wrong person’,” Kuroo sighs.

The answer surprises you. You’d think he’d say something kinky but this sounds so profound and full of regret.

“What do you mean?”

“The right answer is yours...I just didn’t take that risk.”

The silence is awkward for once until you decide to admit he’s right. “Well...me neither.”

“[Y/N]...have you had a first love? Or have?” You nod, feeling the heat spread from your face to your chest. “Someone I know?” You nod again, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

Your answer hangs heavily in the air and when he gets up, you half expect him to leave the room but instead he comes over to kneel next to you, lifting your face towards him with a finger under your chin. The touch sends goosebumps speeding along your limbs and a tiny sigh escapes you.

“Can I kiss you?” Tetsuro whispers, amber eyes searching your face for any sign that you want him to stop...or to continue.

It’s a small nod but he sees it. Face breaking into a bright smile, he leans in and plants his lips on yours ever so gently.

At first.

Then his hand slides along your jaw and cups your head so he can deepen the kiss. He tastes of the pop he’s been drinking. Tastes the way he smells too which is your favourite scent (as long as he doesn’t douse himself in cologne or whatever...you like him au naturel). Your hands reach for his shirt to tug him closer or maybe make sure that he’s really there and it’s not just one of your dreams. But you feel him. And it’s better than you could have imagined.

As the kiss extends, Kuroo presses himself closer to you, leaning in over the armrest. You can hear him breathe heavily through his nose and you try to do the same but still you turn dizzy and have to break away.

“Oya oya,” he almost whimpers, “I’ve dreamed of this for a long time...”

It’s hard to believe until you meet his gaze. You know him and his tells...and he’s speaking the truth.

Pulling him back for more, Tetsuro manages to skirt around the armrest. Standing between your legs, a knee resting on the seat between your thighs and his whole body curled in around you, his kisses drive you backwards into the soft cushions and he has to support himself against the back of the chair. Soon his mouth begins to wander, seeking out the tender spots beneath your ear and on your throat. Hands roam, exploring new places after soft sounds of request and permission have been exchanged.

Something ignites within you. You’ve tried it before when your own hands are at work and your mind is filled with images of your friend. This time, however, it’s much stronger.

“More,” you whimper into his hair.

He has his head buried in your cleavage but it snaps up to regard you with a burning intensity. “You sure?”

You nod.

“Say it...say what you want, please,” he is frozen in place.

You wriggle against his still hands but he refuses to budge. “I want...more...you.” You can see he understands but he still holds back, willing you to say it out loud. “I want to sleep with you. Please?”

Finally, he moves. Scooping you up in his arms, he carries you to the bedroom and lays you down gently on the bed. “Anything you want, babe.”

“I trust you.”

“I love you,” he answers, breaking open the floodgates that have held back all the emotions for so long.

“I love you too.”

His smile is dazzling but you only get to enjoy it for a moment before he busies himself again.

[willowtreebee]

Started playing Project Sekai recently and lemme just say

HEAVY on Nene and Kenma

[umhiimv]

hi flower friends!!

i like to think that kuroo doesn’t have perpetual bed head but he just likes the look of bed head so he styles his hair like that every day, horrendously mind you, so he can go out looking like a fresh pile of trash.

i also like to think that on days he’s not wearing eyeliner, semi likes to put red makeup on under his eyes and right below his nose to make himself look sick, whether he is or not. he’s just a boy, ok?

[probablysimpledreams]

🎶summertime, and the livin’s easy🎶

AAAAA thank you so much to the wonderful moussedoodles for this piece of me and Kuroo😋💗💗💗

[anime-freek]

[hanavbara]

retro haikyuu!! 🧡🏐✨

[m4iya]

hq characters reactions to you failing a DIY haircut

multiple characters

request

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type to - obviously - burst out laughing. Like, physically uncontrollable. As soon as you send that photo of your hair, its over and he absolutely wont drop it. It comes up in conversations multiple times after that, and you have to actually stop him from mentioning it in front of other people. Would probably send you a voice message of him laughing as well. Bonus: he might Facetime you so he can laugh even more.

"AHAHAHA THATS VILEEE"

SUNA RINTARO, kuroo tetsuro, lev haiba, takahiro hanamaki, akira kunimi, sugawara koushi, tanaka ryunosuke, HINATA SHOYO, tendo satori, kanji koganegawa

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type to be utterly disappointed - would probably tell you off as well. You'd try to laugh it off, saying it's only hair, that it'll grow back eventually, but he's not having any of it. If he wasn't embarrassed of being around you when you had such a messed up haircut, he'd take you to a hairdresser. Would eventually stop picking on you.

"Just go get that thing fixed already."

oikawa toru, kenma kozume, kageyama tobio, eita semi, kiyoomi sakusa, IWAZUMI HAJIME, kenjiro shirabu, yaku morisuke?

.⋆𝜗𝜚

The type that couldn't tell if you were being sarcastic or serious at the beginning. Either laughs it off and tells you to try again another time or warns you to never take scissors to your hair ever again. Would tell you to go get it fixed and would come with you for 'emotional support'

"Is that, um.. a new style? No, you don't look stupid"

or

"Oh.. thats not.."

akaashi keiji, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, nishinoya yu, chikara ennoshita, takanobu aone, tadashi yamaguchi, tsutomu goshiki

[hoao]

this new illustration is…… uni student kuroo dropping by to check on nekoma 3rd year student kenma and karasuno’s 2nd years…….. haikyuu you will always be my everything

[stunie]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he��s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

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