#even if it's a minor break you don't want it to heal crooked

[powerfulkicks]

btw if you have chronic pain and a doctor ever tells you that you can't have a certain acute condition bc "you would be in SO much pain!" you can ignore them. we deal with so much pain we process it differently and they aren't trained to deal with that. don't let a doctor skip tests for you for something bc you "aren't in enough pain" for it.

tbh if you don't have chronic pain and a doctor says this to you you should probably ignore them. pain is so subjective no doctor is gonna know it just by looking at you.

[vanillafantasy01]

The Healing Thrill of Sex | Dick Grayson | Male Reader | Lemon

Dick smirks as he cradles his head deeply into the delicate crook of your neck, giving it a chaste kiss. His lips linger on your skin when he doesn't dare to part, remaining yet firm even after he goes to snuggle deeper into you. He just wanted to savor the moment—to bask in your scent. "I feel like I can fly."

TW: Bottom Male Reader, Anal Penetration, Minor Mention of Blood, My First Draft [sorry if it's shit] - MDNI'

You're half asleep, your eyes still lidded as the thin rays of the sunlight poking through the small gaps in the blinds soothe your face. You were in your shared apartment, Dick wide awake and big spooning you. The familiar weight of his body cushioned against yours impressively puts your already calm state of mind to even more of a lull, and a dear smile threatens to part your lips.

He starts with a meager hump, dry in its movement, yet it manages to rip a moan from him. The first of many.

Dick wet his lips with one swing of his tongue, his head motioning to close the distance between you to rest just off your exposed right ear. His voice threatens to break when he gathers the will to speak, not going much beyond a whisper. "Can I put it in..."

Your eyes are still lidded, moderately conscious of your surroundings, and half aware of what is happening. The pressure of Dick grinding more against you forces your lids half open, your vision blurry, and your body still dreading waking up. The lack of warmth in the room make you instinctively cower deep into Dick's embrace, craving his body

s heat. He nibbles on your right helix, moaning deeply into your ear at your doing. "Mmmh, please~"

Something pulses defiantly against you at his plead, the tip of an object poking angrily into your spine. You try to get away from it by arching your back, but it does nothing to help. Instead, it makes it worse. Dick whines from behind you, the subtle rock of his hips intensifying into something more desperate.

"You're hurt." You deny him, mumbling.

"That was yesterday."

"Yesterday was 8 hours ago."

"I-"

"No."

"But~"

"You're hurt."

But Dick doesn't take your denial at heart, another one of his moans for pleasure preceding him as he rubs against you, wanting nothing but to feel that electrifying heat of your hole around him. "I'll be gentle," he swallows, a breath of want leaving him.

You want to stand your ground, tell him that the bandages around his stomach weren't just there for no reason and scold him that his injuries were just as significant and demanded as much, or even more attention than his lewd needs. But his hands...it was as if they had a conscience of their own, steadily working the necessary areas to gradually bring your guard down, and Dick's desperate grinds into you weren't helping either. You were slowly being brought down your high horse, and judging from the confident way Dick's hands continued to roam your being, it was all inevitable, deliberate. Dick knew what he was doing. "I'll go slow."

His tongue finds way on your nape, and the sensation of it trailing the length of it sends shiver upon shiver down your spine, your toes flexing as his hands simultaneously find solace between your thighs, using his right legs to part yours. "I promise..."

You don't respond—at least not vocally. Dick grins deviously when you slightly move your head to the side to expose your neck more to him, giving him leeway to do as he pleases. The sheets rustle as the two of you move, creasing with each urgent thrust Dick grinds onto your ass. This probably was a bad idea. Something you, and most definitely Dick, would come to regret later. But at that moment, you couldn't care less. You went from refusing to give in wishes out of concern for his wound to completely disregarding it and encouraging Dick's movement and impulsiveness by grinding back onto him. After all, he already said he would be careful... right?

Your personal bubble of thought is punctured when Dick grabs you by your chin to bring you closer to him, his lips eagerly finding yours to teasingly ease his tongue in. The dance that happens afterward borders that of magical. It is as if you were stoned. His spit mingles with yours while his hands breach your pants, dipping under the elastic band of your underwear to grab at the boner of your own. He gives it a few strokes, the initial first two making you curl into yourself his. His hands were big around you, warm, the callousness of his palm making for a unique texture. His tongue continues to explore the deep end of your mouth, refusing to give you the needed breath your body craved. You couldn't swallow, couldn't breathe. A sole line of spit trails the right side of your mouth.

Dick parts from you with an exotic bite to the lip, the soft tissue red and swollen. You're not allowed much of a recovery before Dick pulls your pants down, his eyes remaining locked on yours as he moves to undo the constriction on his own directly after. And in truth, it hurts him to move, but he does his best to keep that from his expression and you. The pain was mild at best, consistent, but weak. He didn't want to unnecessarily worry you, not after you threatened to deny him the pleasure of feeling you around him because of it. He wanted you—needed you. He wouldn't let something he deemed so trivial deprive that from him.

Your eyes depart from one another in sync when the lewd sound of his dick slapping against the bare skin of your ass rounds the room, his tip wet.

Fuck, that was hot.

You reach behind you with your right hand to grab at it, cautious as to not accidentally elbow Dick. It jerks at your grasp, throbbing sorely at the solid way you hold it within your palm. Dick likes when you use those pretty little hands of yours to cherish him. Especially when it came to that part. It was everything to him seeing you like that. The pleasing way your eyes would dilate with raw lust and anticipation whenever you saw him in all his glory. You didn't have to say anything. Never did. Just that look alone from you told him how high of a pedestal you put him on. His body shudders at the light squeeze you give his cock, the sensitive tip of his penis glaring daringly back at you, red. It was challenging you.

Dick groans as he slowly humps the cup of your hand, surprisingly still holding the ability to restrain himself despite the rage of lust within him tempting him to make an utter mess of you. He wanted to break you—to have you covered in all his fluids, crying to him for more. Dick swallows down his urges instead. If he came on too strong too fast, you would surely pull the plug on him, his promise without a doubt still fresh on your mind.

He uses the opportunity of you ogling his dick to trail faint kisses along your neck, starting from your jaw and gracefully making his way down to your collarbone. He nicks it faintly with his teeth, gently nibbling on the area and licking at it when it bleeds. He wants to be inside of you. And so bad.

His impatience leads to him tracing your arms with his hand, only stopping when his palm lovingly rests on the top of the hand you were using to massage his dick with. "Can I put it in?... Please~"

You manage a subtle nod in return. You were still somewhat sleepy, your mind a haze. The burning lust to feel Dick deep within you didn't make it any better. Dick takes your hand off him with a passionate kiss to the back of it, entangling his fingers with yours and dragging your hand along with him when he throws it over your waist to cuddle you once more. His dick presses up intimidatingly against your ass because of the position you're both in, finding comfort amongst the warm crack of your cheeks. Dick wasn't even in you, yet he was already nearing his peak.

Dick grabs his dick to softly press it against your hole, the tight sequence of folds pulsing approvingly at the touch as if begging for him to do more. Its wishes are granted when Dick increases the applied pressure on his dick to gradually penetrate you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as another moan escapes him. His toes flex at the sudden surge of pleasure that routes him at penetrating you, the raw heat and tightness of your sphincter making for an overwhelming experience. How long has it been since he has had you wrapped around him like this? He wasn't home a lot, and the few times that he was, it was either during the night when the both of you were drained dead by the day's taxing activities or when he had gotten an injury severe enough to be bedridden for a day or few.

A noticeable tremor shakes you that makes Dick smirk. It seems he wasn't the only one struggling to hide the effect this had on him. A sigh of pure bliss leaves his pursed lips when he finally submerges the entirety of his cock in you, his heated breath staining the bruised skin of your nape.

"Fuck... tight." He barely makes out, his eyes shut close.

That's what he gets for being impatient. He didn't give you the needed chance to stretch out, only having used the slickness of his pre-cum with a few spits on his hand to help smooth his way into you. Luckily enough, he didn't hurt you. He hasn't bottomed before, but based on your previous discomfort, he knows anal fissure to be very painful. Dick doesn't think he'd be able to stomach knowing that he was the one to put you in that position just because he didn't want to wait a minute longer to allow you to safely prepare yourself.

Dick lets go of your hand to grab at your chin and bring you into another kiss of his, partly driven by the bubbling guilt that was starting to rise within. He wanted to make up for it—literally. And as Dick does this, the once persistent cramps and pain in his stomach start to diminish. He doesn't know whether it was the fact that they were just overpowered by the immense state of pleasure his body was currently in or because he truly did just need to be in you, but he mentally gives thanks for it either way.

Dick's first thrust into you comes soon after he parts from the kiss, his hips glued to you. He was trying so hard to stay true to his promise. To actually take things slow and gentle. But he hasn't been in you for ages, hasn't felt you. Keeping his pace at ease when all he wanted to do was make you moan his name as he fucks you into the bed was torturous.

His chest heaves at the admission, his mind conjuring up the numerous positions and places he would fuck you at and in.

The kitchen counter...

Countertop.

The edge of the bed...

Butterfly.

On the couch...

Supported straddle.

The wall...

Prone-bone.

He trails his finger along your arched spine, goosebumps coming to his skin when you tremble at his touch. Fuck. You were driving him crazy. Dick's right-hand moves to find consolation on your throat, his grip on it gentle, applying just enough pressure to have an effect on you sexually but not to endanger your life. His left hand is next, snaking deftly underneath your waist and grabbing your dick as he chokes you, pumping it every time his hips come into contact with yours. An effortless synchronization.

The repeated buck of his hips and pressure on your larynx makes reaching your heavenly high easy, your arch deepening with each passing second as your toes slowly curl. Short, watery streaks of cum shoot out of you, and you bit your lips painfully in a pathetic attempt to subdue your moans. Dick quickly follows up, not too far behind, his body tensing at his coming ejaculation. It's warm, bountiful in its amount, leaving you feeling full even after Dick pulls his cock out. You can feel the enticing way his muscles contract from how flushed he is against you, the heavy expanse of his chest as he tries to catch his breath provoking another boner from you.

Your body is limp against Dick as he peppers you with kisses, gasping to catch your breath. Both of you were shirtless, so you could feel how damp the dressing you had just replaced had gotten. You sum it up to sweat. I mean, you had literally just finished having sex. What else could it be?

You're jarred back to planet Earth with a muffled cough from Dick, the coarseness of it managing to bypass his hand covering his mouth, wincing from how loud it was. Aww, shoot. That most definitely caught your attention. 

And as if to prove his point, your head snaps in the direction of him, your eyes going wide when you register the cluster of blood staining not only his bandages but the sheets. You sigh.

His wound reopened.

"Does it hurt?" You ask him, breaking the ongoing silence that had settled the room. Your eyes are closed, fully immersing yourself in Dick's touch. He could be so stubborn sometimes. 

Dick tries to play off your concern by acting cool, thinking that if he presented himself as okay, you would see him as such—keyword tries.

 "No," he exhales deeply. "I'm fine." You could tell nearly instantly that he was lying.

"You're bleeding. I'm going to have to restitch it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dick smirks as he cradles his head deeply into the delicate crook of your neck, giving it a chaste kiss. His lips linger on your skin when he doesn't dare to part, remaining yet firm even after he goes to snuggle deeper into you. He just wanted to savor the moment—to bask in your scent. "I feel like I can fly."

You roll your eyes and give a chuckle of your own. "That's the blood loss talking."

[penwieldingdreamer]

The 2nd time around

I'm sorry, this took me ages to write but it's finally here. Let me know what you think about this. I’m going to update my taglist, so if you want to join just click on the link in my BIO and you’ll be able to tag yourself

Summary: Jake takes you on a 2nd date and invites you to the Navy Ball [2.4k, smut, 18+, Minors DNI, PiV, cursing, unprotected sex]

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“I’m still sorry about ruining our date.” 

They were sitting in a ranch style restaurant overlooking a flock of sheep that reminded Jake of his home back in Texas.

You leaned your head on your hands, elbows on the table in a secluded corner of the porch part with a smile. “That why you brought me here to dine on fancy food? You’re feeling guilty?”

“Fucking hell, you always have to kick a guy when he’s down? I already have to live down my loopy side, nurse Clara told me all about that episode, how she thought I was really sweet when I’m on drugs.”

"Don't forget the cast." Giggling as you thought back to that episode, you watched his eyebrows furrow. “Also, you were really sweet. And stop apologizing for last time, I'm just messing with you. It was an accident… I do hope there won't be a repeat of that, I couldn't live that down."

Reaching out, Jake held out his hand for you to hold on. “I can’t make that promise but I will try my damndest to get back to you. Every time, no matter what."

"I'll hold you to that, Lieutenant." You told him, trying to sound serious yet you felt your throat constrict at the thought of never seeing him again. "It would be an awfully long time being alone. After all, you told Coyote you'd marry me."

Groaning, he grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Next time I see Javy I’m gonna kick his ass. He was supposed to keep his mouth shut.” He knew it was only a matter of time before he had told her himself but he would have liked to do it himself instead of his friend telling it to the world. “Also, on a different topic: Can you dance?”

“I, well I think I can dance, why?”

Jake sent you a soft smile, his thumb absentmindedly running over the back of your hand. “Will you be my date to the next Navy Ball?”

“What about your leg? It's still healing." 

He had been grounded for a few weeks now, the fracture in his leg - albeit a clean break - was healing slowly. Too slow for him and the only upside besides getting out for physical therapy was having more time with you when pushing papers. “The cast is going to come off next week, the ball is in three. So until then I’ll be able to sweep you off your feet on the dance floor.”

“What am I going to wear? I don’t even have a formal dress.” 

Three weeks later you found yourself fidgeting in your hotel room. The Navy Birthday Ball took place in Washington and Jake had booked two rooms for them, insisting, even though you had officially started dating and had been on a few dates already, he was going to be a gentleman and take it slow with you.

You felt yourself conflicted: you wanted him to be a gentleman, wanted to take it slow. But then he sent you messages with pictures in his flightsuit or nightouts with Javy in their khakis and you wondered how long you could keep your hands to yourself before Jake stopped being the gentleman his mom raised him to be. Or before you forgot yourself and just gave in to your primal urges.

A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. Walking over, you opened the door to find Jake dressed up in his Service Dress Blues. He swallowed seeing your navy blue midi dress accentuating your curves and going well with his own formal uniform. "Ma dear, our carriage awaits."

He held out his arm for you to take. Smiling softly, you put on your jacket -the weather in D.C. definitely colder than California in October- grabbed your purse and the key card. Placing your hand in the crook of his arm, you felt the muscles twitch underneath the layers of clothing. "You ready to get this show on the road?"

"Honestly, I'd much rather enjoy a date night at home with you where it's warm instead of freezing here and having to listen to all of those speeches." Jake leaned over and kissed your temple, a smile on his lips.

Giggling, you leaned your head on his upper arm, making your way out of the hotel and into the cab. Your fingers worked their way between his own, his large hands keeping yours warm, even when you were walking inside the Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center where the ball was held. Even during all the speeches and introductions. 

You had read up on the etiquette of how to act at the gala - the last thing you wanted to do was embarrassing Jake while he was talking to his commanding officers and admirals that attended as well. The rules were simple to follow and nothing that was too out of the way of a normal human interaction: Don't talk during the speeches and listen attentively, don't overindulge at the buffet or the bar, don't dress slutty, wear sensible heels so you can stay on your feet without them hurting and most of all - don't make it about yourself when introduced to officers of higher ranks.

Jake had kept you close to him. With Javy being deployed, you were the only thing grounding him when he wanted to do nothing more than leave.

"Ah, Lieutenant Seresin, finally we get to talk some more." Turning around you were greeted with the sight of Admiral Kazansky you had met some time earlier.

Jake straightened, saluting him. "Sir!"

A smile tugged at the older man's lips, clapping his hand on his shoulder. "At ease, son. You'll be back to this soon enough with the upcoming deployment."

You could see him stiffen, turning to you with a guilty expression. Deployment? His leg was just about healed, now he was going to be gone for who knows how long. In potential danger. Reaching out, Jake clasped your hand. Giving it a light squeeze he turned back to the admiral. "Are you prepared to get back to flying in three weeks?"

"Definitely, sir. I started training a few days ago, so I'll be up and ready to fly."

Nodding his head, Tom Kazansky turned to you. He could read the anxiety on your face like an open book. "You seem familiar, have we met before?"

"No, sir." You shook your head. "I don't believe we have. This is the first time I'm enjoying a night such as this."

He frowned, his fingers lightly running along his chin as if he was deep in thought. "I could have sworn…never mind, I do hope I'll see you more often with the Lieutenant. I'd like to know what makes you special that the Lieutenant finally brought someone that wasn't his wingman."

Putting your free hand on Jake’s arm, squeezing his hand that was holding onto yours, you nodded with confidence. "I think this won't be the last time you'll see me at a gala like this."

There. You kept it simple and didn't make it about you, only telling him what he wanted to hear. 

You stayed until all formal parts of the gala were over with some dancing before Jake said good-bye to his COs and the admirals attending the ball. He grabbed your coat and helped you put it on before leading you out into the cold night.

“When were you going to tell me you are leaving.”

Jake sucked in a deep breath, his hand squeezing yours as he led you down the stairs to the sidewalk, hoping to catch a cab back to the hotel. “I got the papers a few days ago. I…I was going to tell you darlin’.”

Biting your lip, you stopped him. "Are you going to be in a lot of danger?" 

"I'll be gone overseas, Afghanistan for about thirty days but that's all I can tell you." He reached up, brushing his fingers along your cheek and along your jaw. "I'm coming back. I told you, I will be marrying you."

Standing on your tiptoes you leaned up and closed the gap, your lips covering his own. All thoughts about Jake being a gentleman and taking it slow were thrown out the window. Your need to feel him and have him close to you, overwhelming your senses. No matter how easy the mission or how confident he was in his abilities, there was always a speck of danger sitting on his shoulders, a part of your brain telling you that he wasn't going to come home to you.

"Take me to bed, Lieutenant." You spoke softly, your warm breath brushing over the shell of his ear making him shiver and close his eyes.

His tongue darted out, wetting his suddenly dry lips. He could taste the wine you had with dinner and something that was just you. Swallowing, he grabbed your hand without another word and hailed a cab - thankfully one was just on the way over or he couldn't have guaranteed that he'd still be a gentleman and dragged you back inside to the bathroom.

Your head thrown back against the pillows, Jake let his lips caress the skin of your neck leaving love bites along the column of your throat, down to your breasts. His hand found its way into your hair holding tightly, like he wanted to anchor himself and make sure that you wouldn’t vanish underneath him. Wanting to take something with him before he left. 

Breathing harshly with each movement of his hips against your own, the pilot looked into your face, your expressions an open book to him. “I love you.” He whispered, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss.

Your lids fluttered closed in pleasure, arching your back to give him access to your body. Jake leaned down and kissed the side of your neck, eliciting another moan from you, while his fingers played with your hard nipples.

Turning over, he pulled you on top of him, straddling his legs with his cock still buried deep inside. His hands held onto your hips, moving them back and forth with the rhythm you had established. Jake trailed his hands from your waist to your neck, pulling your head down to his face, sealing your lips with his, the muscles in your thighs trembling from the exertion. “Your pussy is so hot, baby. I’m goin’ to miss it while I’m gone.” he growled, putting his hands in your hair and pulling at the strands. 

“Fuck, uh, Jake!” you cried, leaning your forehead against his, feeling the coil in your belly tighten, along with your muscles, squeezing his dick. “Don’t stop.”

One hand moved down where your bodies met, brushing his thumb against your clit, causing you to cry out again. “I want you to come, baby.” he breathed, pushing his pelvis against you. 

Goosebumps broke out all over your skin, the sweat cooling on your heated body as you felt the flutter in your belly, the knot tightening, before you cried out, throwing your head back, using your hands on his broad chest as leverage. “Fuck!” Your hips still moving, trying to chase that feeling again, as Jake tightened his grip, his fingers digging into your skin. 

Chest heaving, he watched you bounce on top of him, filled with pleasure and love. His cock pulsed, his orgasm finding him with full force, shooting his seed inside your cavern and coating your walls with a loud cry. He put his hands back to your neck, pulling you down to his mouth and sealing your lips with his.

Trying to get your breathing back to normal, you looked down into his sea green eyes, seeing everything you needed to know. The trust, the passion and most of all the unconditional love he gave you ever since you met. “I love you so much, baby.” you whispered against his lips, his stubble lightly scratching your skin as you felt your racing heart slow down again. 

"I'll see you in a month." His words pulled you out of your thoughts from the night before. 

Humming, you leaned into Jake’s embrace.

He chuckled, pulling you tighter into his arms. “Where’s your head at?”

“Hm, last night. The upcoming weeks. Don’t really know, it’s too early.”

Jake leaned down, laying a kiss on your temple and breathing in the scent of your body wash and perfume. When he had packed, you smuggled one of your shirts in his bag just so he’d have something of yours just like you grabbed one of his before he got them all in his duffle. 

“Last night was incredible, I’ll be missing it once I’m overseas.”

“Maybe you’ll find a few minutes for yourself on the carrier, I’ll send you something to help you along.” You joked, but your arms tightened, not wanting to let him go.

“You little minx.” He grinned, his hand squeezing your ass at the thought of you completely naked. It was going to be long thirty days if you were sending him dirty pics every day.

A horn blasted across the pier signaling the call to board the carrier. “I need to go, darlin’.”

“I don’t want you to go. I tried to be strong but right now I really hate it.” Your eyes turned glossy at the thought of having to let him go, sleeping alone again after he had spent most of his off days with you. “I know it’s your job and I’m so fucking proud, but it sucks.”

Jake brushed his hands along your cheeks, catching a stray tear that had escaped your eyes with his thumb. “I’ll be back before you know it and then I’ll be on leave for a few weeks. We could visit my folks back in Texas.”

Nodding your head you leaned on your tiptoes and sealed your lips with his one last time until he really had to leave. One last call and he was grabbing his duffel, making his way to the gangway. “I’ll meet you here in a month, Lieutenant!” You earned a few sympathetic looks from the other military spouses crowding the pier and sending their loved ones off.

“See ya in a month, darlin’!” He called back, blowing you a kiss and saluting you before he disappeared inside the ship. Your heart aching at the thought of not waking up next to him, making love or enjoying a night in front of the TV, you commenting on the game he watched and Jake stating his opinion on the movie that was playing.

Hell, it was going to be a month. You’d survive this and the next one as well, it would just help you grow stronger together.

Divider © by @top-hhun

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[nicekillchanceballs]

THEIR FAVORITE SPOTS TO PLACE HICKEYS

NSFW (minors dni!) Featuring: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader, Akaashi x fem!reader, Tsukishima x fem!reader (yes, gym 3 squad because i'm a hoe for them) Contains: SMUT, fingering, nipple play, rough sex, degradation, masochism, some mentions of blood, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunnilingus A/N: lately i am very addicted to genshin impact, help me! haha, so this is my first time writing smut, taking a break from my fluff works lol. anyway, thank you for those who like and reblog, we very much appreciate it ❤️️ -- sloth 🦥

Akaashi likes giving you hickeys on your breasts. It is a hidden spot because he does not want you getting stressed about covering it up the next day. He gets turned on by the fact that it is unseen by others like it is some sort of a secret sexual souvenir between the two of you.

Breathless, he pulled away from the kiss and hoisted you above the kitchen counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. "Are you okay, babe?" He panted while hitching your skirt higher. "The counter tiles are cold but it's okay, don't worry about me," you then bit his lower lip, making him groan. He hastily unfastened your button-down blouse and moaned when he felt you were not wearing anything underneath. His fingers then played on your hardened nipples. He broke away from your mouth and started trailing kisses down your jawline up to your collarbone. His fingers found their way through your soaked panties and flicked through your clit slowly. "You're so wet, babe." You wanted to say some snarky remarks but you couldn't find your words, only a moan escaping from your mouth as you threw your head back in pleasure. Akaashi then eased two fingers inside your pussy, making you gasp. His mouth sucked on one of your nipples while his fingers pumped in and out of your hole, his pace becoming faster as he felt your nails digging deeper into his biceps. "Babe, I-- I'm cumming," you cried out. "Already?" He teased, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast and sucked on it, hard. This pain added to the sensation, finally releasing the tightened coil formed in your lower abdomen, drowning you in pure ecstasy. Recovering from your orgasm, you have now the energy to tease him back. "It's your turn now, Keiji."

Tsukishima loves sucking on your shoulders and back. He is a degrading teasing bastard, so it depends on his mood if he will place a hickey in a spot where it can be seen by others or not. You'll just know it the next day. One thing for sure, he likes to place a lot of hickeys. A LOT.

He grabbed your arm and tugged you towards him, your back flushed on his chest. "You're really a slut, huh? I bet you think of him pounding you instead of me." He whispered darkly against your ear, his wood rubbing on the entrance of your dripping pussy. "W-what? No-- Shit!" You choked as he suddenly rammed his cock inside you, bottoming out in one swift motion. Tsukishima then bit your shoulder and aggressively sucked on it, tasting some blood on his tongue. You mewled as the pain shot a wave of electricity straight to your clit. He then pushed you on the bed, sending you on all fours. His hands gripped your waist tightly and started to thrust his hips, watching his cock disappear in and out of your little tight hole. He held back a long grunt, denying you the satisfaction that you make him feel so fucking good. He then brought his lips on your back and planted kisses before he sucked another hickey. This made you whimper, "Harder, please, harder!" He upped his pace and sucked another spot on your back, while his fingers found your clit and vigorously rubbed on it. "K--Kei!!" You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy spasming around his dick. Tsukishima couldn't hold back his voice anymore as he moaned loudly when he came inside of you. You panted as the both of you came down from your highs, with him pulling you to lay your head on his chest. "That's the loudest moan from you that I ever heard so far." You teased. He tried hard not to smile but failed. "Don't push it."

Kuroo is another teasing asshole so when you consented to him placing hickeys on your neck, well, that was cloud nine for him. You tried to hide the first one he gave you by wearing a turtleneck and he laughed his ass off. He then helped you by placing a cold compress for it to heal faster, then using a concealer to cover it up -- he is surprisingly good at it.

"Stop squirming, babe." He looked away from his game on the television screen and sneered down at you. "You're lucky I'm horny today or else I wouldn't be here straddling you and warming your dick." Your eyebrows furrowed, feigning annoyance. Kuroo's smirk grew wider. "I know you love it too." "Shut up, asshole." You blushed and buried your face on the crook of his neck. His cock throbbed as he felt your pussy tightened around him. Losing his control, he threw his game controller away and lifted your head so he can see your face. "You guys done playing already?" You asked. "Not yet--" He growled as he snapped his hips upward, his cock poking your cervix, making you gasp. "H-how about Kenma and the others?" You stammered as he thrust upwards again. "It's a team game, right?" You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation. "It's okay, they'll replace me--" Kuroo placed his hands on your hips and lifted you up and down. "Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned as his teeth tugged on your earlobe. He positioned your legs on either side of him, letting you ride on his cock. He then sucked hard on the thin skin of your neck, making you moan loudly. "Tetsu--" You whined as he held your hips in place and took over the rhythm, with him frantically thrusting his dick harder and deeper inside you. When you are nearing your orgasm, he stopped his thrusts, making you whimper in frustration. He smirked at you then stood up with his cock still buried in you, carrying you towards the bedroom. "Now the real game begins."

Bokuto goes feral when he sees the many hickeys he planted on your plush thighs. He can be possessive at times and these love bites mark you as his. He just adores your thighs -- he has this subconscious habit of running his large hands up and down them while watching television or squeezing them under the table during team dinners.

"Yes, right there, Bo, fuck!" You mewled as Bokuto continued to lap at your clit while his thick fingers plunged in and out of your slit. His other hand stroked his hard cock, now dripping in pre-cum. He then raised his head, looked at your fucked out face while rutting his wood into his hands. This encouraged him to up his pace, also making sure to brush over your g-spot. He then pulled his fingers out of you, held your thigh in place, and added another mark on your inner thigh, sucking on it, making sure that it will bruise over the next few days. "Stop Bo, please, I want you inside of me," you whined as you pulled his arms towards you. He happily obliged, hovering over you. He then rubbed his erection at your clit and entrance, gathering some of your fluids to lubricate his dick. Slowly, he inched his aching wood inside your pussy. You winced at first but eventually accommodated his thick cock. "That's my good girl, taking me so well." He cooed in your ear, making you tighten around him. He then started to thrust in and out of you, rhythm becoming faster as your moans became more erratic and louder. Your pussy creamed around his cock as you feel pressure pooling in your lower abdomen. Bokuto's grunts grew louder, which turned you on even more. "Babe, I'm gonna--" He rasped out as you felt his cum spilled inside your walls. You came after him with a splintering orgasm, squeezing on his cock even more. Panting, he softly smiled and rested his forehead against yours. "That's my girl."