#haikyu x y/n smut

[noritoshiikamo]

a part of touch starved osamu mess i just want to get out of my head

cw touch starved soft osamu, talk of boners, penetrative sex, dirty talk

osamu miya has few simple but sure set of obsession.

food, his restaurant, his family and every single fucking time he sees you play volleyball. you, a perfectionist, who likes to try and think you are able to hide your ‘workouts’ at home masking as self care didn’t realise that it was just feeding his kink.

if he could ever call it that.

it started monday morning, so simple and innocent as you stretching off your sleep by the bed side. his lazy eyes shot opened as it fell on your back. the defined muscles barely hidden by his old high school sleeveless jersey as you tried to shake off last night’s sleep. nuzzling into the pillow that smelled just like you, he watched as you tied your hair, yawned and leaned forward to stretch further. the bed hadn’t been the kindest on your back and that muffled crack of your joints had you moaning in relief. you turned around, half smile with a flush on your cheeks, “mornin’ baby,” your raspy sleepy voice greeted him like a cup of coffee on a rush hour. his heartbeat were a mess. you leaned to kiss his nose and left for the bathroom. it was baffling how oblivious his wife was to the nuisance she had imposed on him. he knew you were saying something but nothing registered in his head. it has to be a dud because boys’ scout could’ve camp in his short.

on wednesday, osame got the privilege to drop off some food for lunch. he didn’t planned to sponsor the entire’s team lunch, but you’ll always come home with a pout saying one of your teammates had gobbled half of it. happy wife is a happy life, so on this rare occasion, he had hauled his ass, drove an hour away with a trunk full of onigiri and some special bento for you. which also means, he got to see you train. he missed volleyball, maybe for the memories or the people he had play with, but an entire career of it was too handful. his face flushed, feet glued to the floor.

had the uniform always been this short?

the short hugged your ass so well that every time you lowered down to receive a serve, he wondered how the fuck is the material holding up. women’s volleyball had always had the sleeveless jersey but every time you jumped, it turned into a crop top. his mouth dried up as beads of sweat roll off your toned belly. he didn’t realised how long he had been standing there, trays of food in hand until somebody blew a whistle. your eyes finally met. it was pretty how easy you shook off all the ache in your muscle, glowing in happiness as your eyes set on him. you didn’t realised that he knew you too well like the back of his hand, the overwhelmed eyes you made was the same fucking look he craved every time he trapped you with his body down on the bed. samu, t’much, it echoed in his head. you licked your lips, a small smile on your face. osamu blushed. he knew it was for the food, but boy, the walk of shame he had to do down the hall with the food tray low to his waist down the cafeteria was hellish to bear.

saturday came like a breeze. it was your rest day because sunday is game day. osamu, like a perfect partner he is would always took the day off. what’s the point of paying his competent working extra on his day off if he is unable to spend some time with you. “y’kno, they call it a rest day because yer supposed ta rest,” he muttered, watching in annoyance as you unrolled the yoga mat in the living room. with the coffee table pushed aside and some old 90s sitcom rolling on the tv that you both had watched on repeat for the umpteenth time, you stick your tongue out, ignoring your whiny husband’s stare as he nursed his morning coffee.

“i’m just restless. so yoga helps.”

if it was years ago, he would’ve blamed it on atsumu for introducing it to you. but as he brought the cup up to his lips, his body tensed and the coffee started to taste a little bitter than it was supposed to be. because now atsumu is an annoyance for instigating the growing feeling he had as his wife pulled an upward dog. was it upward dog, whatever the fuck the position called but all he knew was his view was no longer the clean house he slaved his years to buy but his wife’s fleshy ass up in the air. his eyes followed like a hawk, from one position to another position. every time your eyes met, you flashed a smile, talking about something that he was sure wasn’t that significant. he promised, when he isn’t throbbing hard behind the kitchen counter, staining his boxer with his pre cum, osamu is a great listener.

he didn’t realise he had moved until you called his name. he was standing behind you, his hands were on your waist as he sort of pinned you down from moving. you were stuck in the position, bending forward palms flat on the floor, unable to lift your legs to complete the downward facing dog split.

“samu?”

his mouth dried up again. “y-your back wasn’t straight enough when you lift your leg. i’ll help.” you shrugged at his words, pleased that your husband wasn’t annoyed but keen to help. you raised your leg and it went up until you were able to support it by his shoulder. it was perfect until something clicked. you cursed.

“samu, you’re an asshole.”

his fingers reached for the elastic of your shorts. “straighten up, ya not holding yer posture correctly,” he muttered nonchalantly, a small spark of naughtiness glinted in his eyes as he pushed your back side lower until it was brushing against his growing bulge. “i would, if you’ll stop brushing your cock against me,” you hissed, watching as his short pooled along his ankles.

he hushed you, spitting lightly along his shaft, tugging lightly before running gently against your slit. you cursed again, bracing your palm against the floor as your arms trembled. the sound he was making wasn’t helping you as it went straight down to your aching cunt. osamu took his sweet time, with you trapped in the position, his other hand kneaded your ass, slowly rutting against your cunt. the friction from the thong and pooling wetness were driving him insane.

“tsumu said that the pose can build yer core strength,” he watched excitedly as your legs trembled every time his tip brushed against your clit, “just focus on ya hands and i’ll take care of the rest, ‘kay?”

the weak sigh and soft okay out of your lips were reassuring that osamu alone wasn’t the one having fun here. he loves it when you submit to his needs, even when it was ridiculous to bear. you always thought you married the sane one. the tv were now on the black screen, prompt of ‘are you still watching?’ appeared as his cock finally slipped in. he could see your twisted face on the reflective screen.

osamu is a sick person in mind.

he was sick for you and the way your cunt kept sucking him in drove him wild. this was his kind of yoga. his thrusts were erratic, your back flushed against his back. abandoned was whatever pose you had earlier, your back were straighter against his chest anyway. he held one of your legs up, spreading it enough to see the reflection of his cock jackhammering into your dripping cunt. another kept your head aside as his teeth marked your neck as his. “match t’morrow, hngh samu,” you gasped, hand up tugging on the hair on the back of his nape but it did nothing but tightened his lips against your skin that were bound to bruise. he released it with a pop, happy as he eyed the stained skin.

“so?”

“fuck you, samu.”

“right,” thrust, “back,” thrust, “at,” thrust, “ya.”

the sound of your skin slapping echoed the space, you could only whimper weakly as you surrendered to the pleasure, his pleasure. he couldn’t care less if you were trembling from high, gushing all over his cock as he powered through your orgasm. your tightened wall massaging his aching cock meant that he just had to fuck you faster and harder.

you cried in pleasure were louder, the neighbour should know his name by now.

he kissed you feverishly, lapping the marks and sweat agains your skin. nibbling on your lobe, licking beads of sweat and tears down your flushed cheeks. he knocking air out of your lung, you swore you could feel his thrusts up to your throat.

“s’good baby, fuck i could stay in yer cunt forever. why ya gotta be so fuckin’ perfect all the time. ya cunt is driving me crazy. fuck fuck, baby i wanna cum so badly. i wanna cum in you. baby ya think i can fuck ya t’morrow and ya do ya thing with cunny full of my cum. fuck baby, i wanna see my cum dripping down your legs.”

his lewd remarks kept on coming and all you could do is nod and beg because who doesn’t want a cunt full of osamu miya. every body does and here you are being the chosen one. osamu miya has few simple but sure set of obsession.

food, his restaurant, his family and every single fucking time he sees you play volleyball and your aching cunt begging for his release.

you heard the fabric of your bra ripped as he yanked it down, releasing the aching breast for his hand to grab a handful. his warm breath echoed against your cold skin, you listened to his pants, deep throaty moan as he chased his release. it was getting rougher, tip brushing against your cervix, beads of his own sweat rolling off onto your shoulder.

he whined, drool dripped over the corner of his lips, “baby.”

“fuck samu, inside please please,” you gasped, head thrown back. there were no reasoning when your husband had set his mind on one thing. he was close. his grip were tighter as if you were about to slip away, his whines were louder and his thrust weren’t easing. you couldn’t help the scream your throat let out as he cum, he was pressed down and tight against your cervix. his thrust were slower, yet sheathed deep longer. he wanted all of him in you. you were going to keep his cum inside.

his praises didn’t fall short. he showered you with kisses, telling you how much a good girl you were and how well you were taking him in. you could feel him in the shape of the bulge against your stomach. once he was down from the high, he set you down slowly on the floor, you rested your chest against his as you both tried to catch a breather.

he finally kiss you on the mouth, gently this time, caressing your cheeks and hair away from your face. in the heat of moment, saturday morning became your favourite day of the week as his lips moved to tell you how much he loved you between the kiss. you reciprocated happily, watching his soft eyes glistened in excitement and content.

the sun’s now up, warming the room, bouncing against his skin so majestically. somehow the tv had resume the show and the miya household were buzzing again. time always stop when you’re with him. you brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead. his eyes were full of love yet he always like to ruin the moment with being an ass.

“fuck, we should do yoga more,” he grinned, planting a kiss on your own forehead as you struggled to catch your breath. your mat were a soaking mess, sticking down against your bare skin as you watched the happy man wobbled happily to the kitchen with his dick swinging, staring into the fridge for some snacks.

in sickness and health, you vowed, smile on your lips grew as you laid down.

that’s your beloved husband.

sunday came like a breeze. it took a lot of running around the house and screaming as osamu chased you down bare naked, threatening to keep his promise. but you countered his threat, holding his phone with finger on speed dial he knew were gonna bring a bigger wrath down to the mankind; mama miya.

you got him out of the house, unscathed with your lover boy pouting all the way to your match.

“ya promise,” he huffed, locking the door every time you tried to escape.

your giggles echoed the car as you nodded. you leaned against him, planting a small innocent kiss against his lobe. the boy froze. “yes, samu. i’ll promise if you keep it,” your hand went down to grab the surprisingly half hard cock through his jeans, “in ya pants, i promise you, i’m all yours this week.”

his brows shot up, “anywhere?”

“anywhere, everywhere.”

“even if in at the shop?”

you tugged his ears playfully, “geez samu, as if we haven’t violated the health code of conduct the first month we got the shop set up.” you walked out together, your bag slung over his shoulder as you laced your fingers together. “on my defense, ya just started the pills and i was popping my raw dogging virginity and ya kept wearing that stupid legging that was so sheer i could see ya panties. no, half of the time ya weren’t even wearing one. you seduced me. case closed.”

you stopped right by the entrance for players only. echoes of shoes and balls bouncing, crowd cheering were getting louder and louder. this is where you had to part ways. osamu looked down on you longingly. “i’m not complaining by the way,” he pulled you closer, “don’t stop seducing me, ‘kay?” he whispered, brushing your nose against his own. you pushed his cap off, nodding happily as you shared a kiss. his onigiri miya cap sat against your head backward. the bag exchanged hands. he fixed your collar, your body ached every time his fingers brushed the bruise he left between the neck and your shoulder.

that’s the setter he fallen head over heels for.

“okay, samu. don’t let omi knows that we fucked on his favourite chair at the shop, i don’t think tsumu could hold him down. i’m too pretty to be a widow.” he mouthed a silent okay before leaning down for one more kiss, for good luck, he would said but no more words needed to be said. he flicked your forehead playfully before pulling away, heading to the entrance to meet up with your family and his brother.

“fuck them up, y/n.”

“i always do.”

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[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.”

[rebelssvy]

hidden scars

katsuki bakugo x reader

✧.*

LABELS: fluff, somewhat angst. he comes home al bruised up and it hurts your heart.

you didn’t notice you were crying, until he wiped the tear off your cheek.

your fiancé was pro hero, katsuki bakugou. you knew him in middle school, but you really got to know him in highschool.

after the events of your first year. it shook you to the core. it only seemed to motivate him.

you fell in love shortly after you two graduated. both becoming pro heros. he admired you, everything about you.

when he proposed to you, you retired as a pro hero. fans and media going crazy over the loss of their ‘favorite hero’. but no one really knew what that life was like.

that life was your life now. silently crying as you stitched up your fiancé in the kitchen of your shared home.

it was dark, hard to see much. so quiet you could hear your own breathing. your own sniffles.

you hated the hero life. you hated seeing the man you loved like this. you hated that you were more in pain then he was.

he sat there, on the counter top. shirt off as you healed him. running your fingers over his wounds. the tears never stopped flowing.

no one ever saw him in this way. no one but you. he kept his pain to himself so you wouldn’t get more worried. you knew he did this.

there was no words shared between the two of you.

slowly he pulled you into a tight hug.

you sobbed into his chest.

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- hello why is this lowk angst-y. i love it

[bedcchem]

knight!iwaizumi who knows it’s so wrong to be feeling this way, to be doing this right now…

but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

“oh, god, princess,” he groans in your ear at the drag of his thick cock in and out of your tight, sopping pussy. his hands grip your plush thighs, his lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your neck, careful to not leave any marks on your skin.

you gasp, chills running down your spine as his hips roll into yours at a slow, deep pace. “oh, hajime—” you whisper in his ear, your voice soft and saccharine as your lips brush against his lobe.

everything about this is so wrong. you are to marry another man—a wealthy duke—in a week’s time to fulfill your role as the nation’s princess and future queen.

and yet… your heart belongs to another.

“i love you,” you softly whine, your eyes glazed with both pained and pleasured tears.

iwaizumi’s eyes squeeze closed as he feels so damn close… “fuck, princess, i love you too—” he chokes out, “more than anything in this world…”

it seems as if the world is getting smaller, where nothing else matters besides the two of you, pretending that you are not a princess and he is not your guardsman. pretending that this illicit affair couldn’t cost iwaizumi his position and, possibly, his life. pretending that this forbidden love will not taint you—where every other experience you’ll have will just pale in comparison to the way iwaizumi makes you feel…

“hajime—!” you softly cry out, your eyes squeezing shut as everything became so damn tight. and as you fall into the throes of ecstasy, iwaizumi cannot hold himself back any longer, letting out a reserved, strangled groan as he paints your insides a creamy white.

your knight shall always be there. he has sworn an oath to the crown to protect you with his life, his entire being. and even if you must marry another man, you know the true gentleman who has your heart.

the one who holds it in his rough, calloused, armored hands.

a/n: knight!iwaizumi has me in a chokehold istg

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haikyuu boys - how they eat you out.

featuring: Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime

contains: f!reader, cunnilingus (obvs), tying up/restraints, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, facesitting, dom!Iwaizumi, slightly rough, orgasm denial/control, office s*x, gym s*x

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

word count: 1k

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Bokuto Koutarou loves when you sit on his face.

He’s doesn’t want you to hover or kneel, he wants you to sit. He wants to feel your thighs smoosh in around the sides of his head, he wants to bury his face in your dripping pussy, he wants to be suffocated and smothered and he won’t accept anything less.

If you even think about hovering, Bokuto will wrap his thick arms around your thighs and pull you down to him, locking you in place. He’ll force you to grab the headboard as you moan and shudder, his tongue lapping at your sweet arousal like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. He’ll make you ride his tongue, sliding it inside your hole to seek more of your slick as you grind against his face.

Facesitting is Bokuto’s favourite way to eat you out because it means his hands get to roam free at the same time. Once you’re locked in, sitting on him properly, Bokuto will release your thighs so he can run his hands up your sides and over your stomach, feeling the way you writhe with pleasure. Bokuto will suck on your clit while his hands find your tits, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking your sensitive nipples.

If Bokuto suffocates, then he can’t think of a better way to go.

Kuroo Tetsurou is a pleasure dom at heart. It’s why he loves to have you tied up on his desk like this, after hours when everyone else has gone home and it’s just you and him in his office.

Your wrists are strapped to your ankles, your legs pulled up with your knees pressed against your chest. Kuroo’s in his white shirt, the top unbuttoned and his tie long since discarded. He’s already made you cum three times now as he sits at his desk, head bent to feast on you.

You whine and beg him, your puffy clit oversensitive and head swimming but you haven’t used your safe word yet. So Kuroo keeps going, his tongue dipping between your folds to lap up your arousal, his hands on the back of your thighs.

“You can give me one more, can’t you, princess?” he teases in between licks as his tongue travels back up to your swollen clit.

You buck against the restraints, completely at his mercy. Kuroo toes the line between pleasure and pain as he softly sucks on your sensitive nub, drawing another yet another orgasm from your poor body.

Ushijima Wakatoshi loves being on his knees for you.

He’ll often pick you up like you weigh nothing and place you on the kitchen counter before sinking to his knees in front of you. He nudges between your legs, slinging them over his shoulders, not even waiting to pull your panties down before he’s licking you.

Ushijima laps at the soaked fabric before using his tongue to push them to the side, seeking your heat from the source. You know there’s no stopping him when he’s in this kind of mood - when he wants to eat you, then he will. So you lean back slightly, spreading your legs for him, and let Ushijima have his fill of you.

He’s too tall to lie across the bed without his legs stuck uncomfortably over the edge so he often has you sitting or lying on the edge while he kneels on the floor. It’s even better if you wrap your legs around his head like a crown, Ushijima’s strong hands over your stomach as he laps at your sopping cunt. He knows you need an orgasm or two before you're relaxed enough to fit him inside you but the truth is, he'd do this anyway.

Ushijima knows your body is a temple and as long as he has you, he’ll happily kneel in worship.

Iwaizumi Hajime’s favourite view is of you bent over for him.

He knows you’re a bit bratty and stubborn so when he gets you like this, vulnerable and submissive as you spread your legs for him, nothing’s better.

Iwaizumi loves having his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you in place against the yoga mat, the gym empty except for you two. He loves the way your cheek is pressed against the mat, letting you throw him your bratty looks even as you submit, your stubborn streak never quite leaving. He loves the way your eyes widen as he grabs the flimsy fabric of your leggings and easily tears a hole at the crotch, exposing your naked pussy for him.

Iwaizumi can see you’re already dripping from the rough handling he’s given you, his cock straining at the view, but he can’t help getting a taste for himself first. He licks his lips.

Part of fucking you into submission is this – gifting you one orgasm so he can hear you beg for another once he stuffs his cock in you.

Iwaizumi’s hand leaves your neck so he can spread your cheeks, his tongue running up your folds to dip inside your hole. He fucks you with his tongue, enjoying the way you push your hips back against his mouth before moving down to your needy clit. You sink your nails into the yoga mat as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive bud, his rough stubble rubbing against your cheeks.

“I can feel you’re close,” Iwaizumi says, pulling back slightly to lightly rub your clit. “I haven’t given you permission yet. Don’t cum unless I tell you.”

Iwaizumi loves eating you out but he also loves being mean about it.

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heartbroken! darling . . who spends hours in her soft bed trying to get herself off — mind pacing back and forth to her ex boyfriend suna rintarou.

heartbroken! darling . . who hates herself for being reminded of how well his fingers worked her little cunt, and how well he fucked with his pretty dick.

heartbroken! darling . . who’s fussing, tossing and turning and huffing into her plush pillow until the soft of her upper arm accidently presses on the contact of her ex, ringing suna’s line.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s eyes widen when he sees your contact name pop up — still set as ‘sweet girl’ with no intent to change it. who takes a bit of time to answer, so it doesn’t seem like he cares too much.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who presses the green button with shaky fingers, parting his lips to speak before he hears a familiar meek moan.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s cock begins to stiffen at the soft, whiny moans elicited through the speaker of the phone — clearly you’ve misclicked his contact. he knows the moral thing to do would be to hang up, but . .

heartbroken! darling . . who subconsciously whines out her ex boyfriends name slurred with a soft moan, chanting the syllables over and over with occasional ‘ . . miss you . . ‘ and ‘ love you ‘s . . ‘

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who can hear your sloppy pussy over the poor speaker of the phones, and your soft rumbling in the sheets. who’s listening so intently that he starts to imagine your pussy crying out his name too.

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“r—rinnn . . miss y’ so much ,”

he knows — knows you’re renacting the nights where you two had to resort to phone sex, due to him being heftily busy or out of town. he’s well used to your whining and the scramble of the sheets against the phones speaker, having resorted to phone sex as a way to push off the true issue — he was never home.

“‘m sorry,” you ramble, “sorry f’being so mean . . miss y’ so much. miss your face ‘nd . . fingers and y’r cock—“ you hiccup.

you muffle your voice into your pillow, free arm wrapping under the the cushion for leverage. “rin,” you moan. “l—love you.”

your breath fastens when you feel your climax following, little thumb pressing against your sensitive clit just as suna taught you. “feels good! r—rinnn,” you cry, eyes shut tight with the vivid imagination of your now ex boyfriend behind you, helping you get off.

his sultry voice and featherlight touches transverse your thoughts, soft cries being elicited from your swollen lips and drool dirtying your pillow. you ignore the loud squelches of your pussy, or how you’re dirtying your hand and the sheets below, pumping in and out of your swollen cunt with no other desire but to cum.

you yelp, jump up in terror when you hear a loud masculine sigh and low shlicks, eyes searching the room for the source of noise. you lift your blanket with intentions to slip inside . .

revealing your phone. on an active call with your ex boyfriend named, ‘sweet boy.’ no, you hadn’t changed his contact either. the time of the call displays ‘12:38.’ a hot flash spreads throughout your body,

“r—rin?”

“y—yeah.”

“you . . you didn’t hear anything right?”

it’s so deathly silent, you could hear a pin drop.

“you really miss me that much, doll?” suna chuckles, breaking the silence with a short hum.

“no . . du—dunno what you’re talking about. i—i called on accident so ‘m gonna—“

“don’t be like that baby, don’t hang up. let me come over, yeah?”

“rin—“ you protest,

“oh? we’re not moanin’ anymore? i see . . “

“shut up, suna!” you cry out, defeated and forcibly facing the fact that you had just fucked yourself to the thought of your ex boyfriend — and he heard everything.

“c’mon. let me come over t’night and show you just how much i missed you, too. alright?”

he’s eager when you don’t protest, only a heavy huff before the line cuts off. he’s quick to messily tug up his sweats, rinse off his hand, and reach for keys.

[clawsdevour]

both our firsts

wc: 1.8k content warning: established relationship, smut, first time (both virgins !), tsukishima x reader, not proofread

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“Kei..” you whispered, slightly shifting your head back to glance at him.

In a cuddling position with your boyfriend under the cozy blanket. His arms are tightly wrapped around your torso, inching up towards your clothed breasts. His nose just barely grazing the crook of your warm neck, half lidded golden eyes staring at the lit up device in your hands.

“Hmm?” a low voice vibrating along your smooth skin, lips delicately pressed against your bare shoulder.

Pressing his crotch closer to your ass, increasing in size and hardness under your embrace. His large hands cup your soft breasts, fondling them inbetween the thin fabric of your tank top. Biting down on your lower lip in arousal, your hips start grinding down upon the bulge that laid inbetween your two searing bodies.

“Have you done it before?” breaking the intimate silence with his husky voice resonating in your ear.

“No.. have you?” you murmured under your breath, shutting your phone off to focus your attention on your boyfriend.

Putting your phone to the side before shuffling in bed to face his flustered complexion. Arms around his neck as you get lost in his honey gold eyes, his hand on your waist moving lower to grope your ass, pulling your leg onto his hip whilst rubbing your thigh up and down soothingly. 

“I haven’t,” Tsukishima purred, caressing your cheek with his soft touch.

Pulling him in by his collar, you share a passionate kiss just about under the covers. Gradually his hands grasp you onto him, breasts pressed against his chest for his eyes to leer on, your heat emitting core rubbing against his bulge covered by articles of clothing. 

Your lips crashed onto his, just playfully pecking the outskirts of his soft mouth. Rimming the fine line with his tongue, urging you to part your mouth for him. Accepting to his advances and just slightly opening your mouth for his tongue to enter. Your tongues crash and sway together at a consistent pleasurable pace. 

His fingers move quickly, slipping under your shorts, barely making it to your panties from under your restricting article of clothing. Fingers pressing against your damp underwear making you flinch to a sudden halt.

“...Wanna do it?” Tsukishima purs from under you, face flushed from the intensive kissing, completely out of breath the moment you parted lips.

“Yeah,” sitting on his lower stomach, your fingers move up from the hem of his shirt, revealing his toned stone body for your desires to linger further. Wasn’t your first time seeing him half naked, but either way you still gawk at his delicious figure. 

His half lidded eyes gaze at you while you scan his stature from beneath. Raising his hands from your waist to grasp onto your breasts, thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipples that perked out from your tank top. Gasping out a subtle reaction to the stimulation he creates with your nipples, grinding your clothed crotch onto his erection while you both surpressed your groans. 

Hands working down lower to hold onto the bottom of your tank top, helping you take off your top, eyes focusing on the little bounce produced when it’s dropped off somewhere into the abyss of your room. 

Sitting up till his back hits the bed frame, hands pulling you closer by your ass, parting his mouth as he raised his head to lick your rosy nipples while you continue to rock your hips onto his.

“You’re so hard Kei,” hiding a smirk under your breath watching his eyebrows furrow while you felt yourself rapidly wetten on top of him.

“Should I just slip it in?” he smuggly chuckled before tracing a finger down your stomach, tickling your skin as he reached lower into your shorts.

Two fingers sliding down into your panties, stopping at your slit that emitted slick from within as he parted your wet folds with his fingertips. Coming in contact with your clit, just simply stroking it with the tip of his finger that had you wanting to rub your legs together despite hovering right above him.

The more he massaged your cunt with his gentle touch, the more stimulation he created, flooding you with pleasure. You’re holding onto his shoulder while you compress yourself in an attempt to not lose your cool in front of him as you bite down on your lower lip. 

Instead of rocking your hips on his painfully hard erection, you’re rubbing your pussy on his fingers while he watched with pride. Fingers creeping up and inserted into your gummy entrance, you let out a groan of satisfaction.

“Fuck so tight..” he breathed out, eyebrows furrowed as you make eye contact with him. Your fingers never felt as good as his whenever you masturbated to the pure thought of him, but woah his fingers that curled and scissored inside you made you whimper in delight.

“Does that feel good?” his breath tickling the surface of your stomach, pressing gentle kisses up towards your breasts.

“Yeah..!–” yelping when he took over and pressed your back against the fluffy blanket, fingers removing themselves from you to take off your shorts and undergarments. 

“S’kinda in the way,” flinging your shorts and undies somewhere on the floor before using his large hands to part your legs wide open for him to gaze upon as you tried to keep your legs together.

Sliding his hands down your inner thighs to soothe your shaking legs as Tsukishima lowered himself. Tsukishima’s hot muscle making contact with your slightly swollen clit, moving in circles while you held in your moans. 

While his tongue was busy bringing you to the brink of satisfied tears, Tsukishima’s inserting his fingers back into your gaping entrance to fill you back up, immediately moving at a faster rate than before.

Dazed from all the stimulation that pulses through your entire being, eyes starting to daze into a shut as it almost became numbing. His tongue working on pleasuring your throbbing red clit while his fingers worked endlessesly pumping out your juices before taking them out.

“You okay?” inches above your groggly face, checking in on your condition while you came back to your consciousness.

“Just feel so.. good,” placing your arm around his shoulder, the other reaching down to feel the hardness of his growing bulge as he swallowed hard upon encountering your touch, a suggestive smile lingering on your lips.

“You want it that bad?” he said confidently, hiding the fact that he’s inexperienced, the fact that you’re his first and that he’s yours.

“Be my first,” bringing both arms in to hug him, the solid rock laying inbetween your hot bodies.

Falling out each others arms, Tsukishima slides off his remaining articles of clothing leaving him bare and exposed. His cock dripped with precum as it stood tall in all its glory, staring back at you with a fiery pink tip.

Tilting yourself up a bit and onto your elbows. You continued to restrain yourself from keeping your legs closed while you watched him dip the tip of his cock into your wet folds, collecting all the left over juices that coated your sopping cunt before lining himself up.

“Are you sure.. y’know, about this? It might hurt,” looking up from the intimact act to see your quivering eyes filled with anxiousness.

He was right, it hurt. A lot. His girth was no match for your pussy, even upon just the slightest entrance. It was as if he were to pass a sword through you, stretching you out with his pointy tip that felt like it was tearing you in half. 

Taking it slow, Tsukishima grunts like he’s the one in pain. Your plush walls tightened around his cock the more he continued to shove his massive girth into you, almost felt like he was gonna get snapped in half inside.

“Wait– it hurts..” clawing into his muscular shoulder as he comes to a halt, letting you adjust to the shape of his cock.

Slowly, your pussy took the shape of his length, molding it into his own personal cunt. Toughing it out together while you breathed out for air. When he managed to bury his cock deep inside you, he’s praising you for your efforts of bearing the troubles of him.

“Does it hurt a lot? I’m sorry.. You did good babe,” kissing the tears off of your cheeks that flowed down earlier.

“Yeah.. but I want you to keep going,” caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“Okay, let me know when to stop or if it hurts. I’ll go slower,” laying a peck on your warm cheek before starting to grind his hips into yours.

Groaning in pain as he slowly continues to drill into you with concern, you can’t help but be impatient waiting for the pleasure to finally wash over the feeling of being cut into two with his own sword.

“Keep going..” you sobbed, eyes continuing to glaze with tears as he continues to stuff you with his length that scratched your walls like a fork on a dry chalk board.

The pain subsided to a numbing sensation before the contentness you started to feel filling you up. Stimulating your nether regions, though still moving in slow and sensational strokes. Watching his cock slide in and out, getting reapplied in your soaking juices with each gradual thrust.

“Does it still hurt?” honey eyes focusing on your facial expressions that continued to twist and contort while you whimpered.

“No.. well I don’t think–” yelping out a loud moan when he found and hit one of your core stimulating areas.

“..feels good!” you exclaimed, arching your back inches off of the plush mattress.

A bit of a smirk crept up his face, starting to pick up his pace, his hips starting to click more with yours. Repeatedly, his tip started to prod into your sensitive regions, over and over again until you reached your high and saw static completely take over your vision.

Legs trembling as you continued to let him pound into you till he reached his climax. His soft delicate thrusts turned into quick and rough ones the more you called out for his name. His hot rod continuing to impale you before instantly whipping it out the moment he felt like he was about to burst inside you. 

His fiery red angry head spurting out his warm milky goop on your stomach as his low voice groaned with satisfaction. Squinting eyes behind his thick lenses observing his gooey mixture drip down your abdomen to the side from out of his cock. 

His large hand stroking over it to completely empty his load over your bare body, coating you in what he had in store. Your torso glistened with his murky white cum, chest heaving out pants of exhausation while you subtly smile in contentness before his heavy body just barely fell on top of yours.

“..Did you feel good?” lifting his head up to peer at you, his fingers moving the strands of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ears. “Mhm..” you grumble out, too tired for a full response.

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Like Honey | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, alcohol, tipsy!reader, squirting, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, pussy drunk!Sakusa, overstimulation, praise kink, bit of pussy slapping ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Kiyoomi Sakusa hates parties. 

Too many people. 

Too loud. 

Too many germs. 

It’s why he almost always declines to go to one whenever the rest of the MSBY team invites him along. 

Parties in any shape and form make him uncomfortable, to be honest. 

But what Sakusa hates more than parties themselves—is the idea of you going to one on your own without him there. 

Not that he doesn’t trust you. 

But it’s that he knows how volleyball players are at parties—especially when there’s a pretty girl and alcohol is involved. 

Hence, the reason why he finds himself at a house party tonight that Atsumu invited the two of you to—while he stands away from everyone else, mask on, and holding a drink that he’s taken maybe one or two sips from. 

Not because he wants to but—

But because there you are—in the crowd, giggling and drinking with a few other people—and he watches with a level of affection, only ever giving any other guy who even dares to touch you a single look that causes the hairs at the back of their neck to rise. 

He talks to a few friends here and there, laughs, and takes another drink to loosen up as much as he’s willing to allow himself, but his eyes remain on you—

Almost protective. 

He raises a brow when he notices you walking over to him—but all you do is grin, eyes droopy, as your lower lip gets pinched under your top teeth, and—

Oh. 

He lets out a huff of breath filled with amusement when he sees you bat your lashes at him, giving him a certain look that he knows too well whenever you have alcohol in your system. 

A look of want—need—with your eyes so murky with desire that if you looked at any other man like that, they’d probably take you to the nearest surface to bend you over and—

Well, you get the point. 

Sakusa turns to face you—looking down at you with a tease in his voice. “The alcohol already gotten to that pretty little brain of yours?” 

Your eyes grow alight with want, and your cheeks flush as you get closer to him to wrap your arms around his waist—and a pout adorns your red lips. “I’m only a little tipsy.” 

That’s a lie. 

He can see that right away with how foggy your eyes are and how red your cheeks are. 

You’re more than just a little tipsy. 

Not that he minds, though. 

In fact, he’s letting out a breath of relief as he holds you back with one arm, the other still holding his drink, and he lowers his head so only you can hear him—his voice coming out a low rumble, “Let’s go then, love.” 

Because whenever you’re like this—it gives him an excuse to leave. 

To go home and take care of you in a way that he knows what you need right now. 

You nod, eager, excitement shooting up your nerves as he guides you through crowds of people—him saying bye to those he gives a shit about, and—

And that’s how, about an hour later, you end up back at his apartment—his bedroom door locked—as your body sinks into his plush mattress, one of your hands carding through his silk-softened hair that’s nestled between your thighs. 

“Fuck—”

You suck in a shaky breath as a flat tongue runs from your entrance to your clit, and you whine as Sakusa hooks his arms under your thighs to bring your pussy flush against his mouth—his mask thrown off somewhere in the midst of you two kissing so deeply on your way here—and he spits on your clit, making your cunt pulse. 

“You’re always so wet when you drink,” Sakusa groans against you, his mouth covering your entire pussy as his jaw goes to work, sucking and eating you out like he's starved. 

Just the way you like it when you’re this tipsy—the alcohol making you pleasantly warm, mixed with how his tongue and mouth feel on you.

It’s like you’re drowning in a pool of liquid heat as he makes out with your cunt, his tongue dipping in and running through your pillowy folds, and all you can do is lay there and take it with your toes curling and your fingers digging in his hair. 

It’s funny when you really think about it.

One would think that he—of all people—would be against this. 

Grossed out by it, even. 

But he’s the complete opposite with you in bed and behind closed doors.

He’s fucking dirty—uncaring of how messy he gets as your fluids gush onto his face as he fucks you with his tongue, eating your pussy and licking your clit like it’s honey. 

He even likes it more when you’re fucking yourself back—riding his face—making his eyes roll back, eyebrows furrowed, and a groan being muffled against your soft pussy. 

He doesn’t care about the way his chin gets drenched from your juices—not when it means he can hear you moan so pretty for him, and feel your plush thighs squeeze around his head. 

He’s so intoxicated by having his hot tongue in your cunt that he finds himself growing light-headed—his bulge growing and pre-cum leaking against his sweatpants as he licks and licks until you’re cumming on his tongue, moaning his name as you buck your hips into his face. 

“Oh god—Omi, ‘ts too much now—”

He hears you. 

Loud and clear. 

But he doesn’t stop. 

He doesn’t stop giving your poor, puffy little clit kitten licks as your cry from overstimulation. 

He doesn’t stop holding onto your thighs right where they are—keeping your pussy close to his mouth so he can lap you up, not wanting to waste a single drop of your fluids drooling everywhere. 

“You’re okay,” His voice is rough, and his eyes move up to look at your body—taking in the way your chest is rising and falling with quick breaths, your nipples are hard and waiting to also be sucked on—and he gives your sopping cunt one long, wide glide of his wet tongue from bottom to top. “Just give me one more, baby. Just one.” 

Instead, it’s never only one more. 

Once he’s in this position with his stomach flat on the bed and comfortably lying in between your legs—

Sakusa doesn’t intend to stop anytime soon. 

You taste too fucking good.

You feel too warm. 

And you sound so damn needy and pretty for him.

You whine, a sob escaping you, and you shake your head. “Omi—please—”

But then your words die with a gasp when you feel him nip the curve of the skin of where your cunt and inner thigh meet—and you let out a ragged exhale, his voice thick and smooth as he kisses your thigh. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” You feel so dizzy from the heat that you throw an arm over your forehead, panting as you feel two of his fingers strum your dripping folds before spreading them apart, glistening and throbbing. “You know I can’t help it.” 

He doesn’t let you say anything else, though. 

Not when he immediately dives back in to prod his tongue into your tight walls, flexing and curling it to bring you back to that hot, buzzing ache in your belly. 

And he keeps your folds open for him to get drunk on—sucking and licking and nipping while his nose bumps against your clit, feeling his hairs tickle your thighs as he gets you to orgasm again. 

And again. 

And again—

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Omi!” 

He gets his tongue all worked up, mouth open and thumb rubbing your swollen clit until you’re cumming for the fourth time like this—fluids squirting on his face as your abused and soaked cunt spasms, his name on your tongue as you cry, and he drinks it all up like he’s needy for your taste. 

“Such a good pussy, baby,” Sakusa sucks on your clit with obscene suction noises, making tears stream down your cheeks as a few more spurts of liquid squirt out of you—you’re so fucking overstimulated—and his face is a mess at this point, too. 

When he eventually does pull away—his lips are swollen and shiny—you don’t even have it in you to force your limbs to move anymore. 

You’re so fucked out and he hasn’t even put his cock inside you yet.

“You took it all so well for me.” 

Sakusa looks down at your body—so sweet and perfect—and he can’t help but smile at the little mess he’s made between your legs. 

He then unties the strings to his sweatpants as he sits back on his knees, his dick throbbing to feel your pussy swallow him, and once his thick cock bounces free—

He gives your pussy a slap—his palm against it with a harsh sting—making you whimper, then cups his hand over you as some way to soothe your tired cunt. 

“I just need you to lie there and be pretty for me now, okay baby?” 

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Matsukawa has the nastiest deepstroke and nobody can tell me otherwise. Especially front. He curls his hips just right to make that fat tip hit the perfect bundle of nerves inside you. He whispers to you in missionary, one large hand hooked under your leg and the other rubbing your forehead and holding his weight. He makes you look at him, which would be so funny with how lovey dovey he gets when the squelch of your pussy echos in the background, and you’d laugh if all your energy wasn’t clenching your toes. It’s a slow pace, speeding up to about a medium every now and then, but it’s so constant it feels like it’ll never stop. Though you are in heaven and the only thing you can see is the blur of his face.

When you can’t look at him, if holding your head up is too much, he’ll grab your hair and tip your head back to tilt your chin up to him. He may let closing your eyes for a bit slide.

The moment is still in all the world—just you and his words as you let him drag you through your orgasm. Faint yes’s and head nods tell him you can still somewhat function.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah? I know how to take care of this pretty pussy.”

“Fuuuck. You just gonna clamp down on me like that?”

“Pussy’s a mess. So fucking wet.”

He doesn’t even need to roll your clit like he usually does. Him hitting the spot repeatedly is enough to get you to squirt. Proven the last time you came.

Mattsun says he has to take care of his girls.

[mavrintarou]

[11:09 AM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

Happy September! Just a quick Omi (hot Omi).

Warning: explicit smut... like Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.

You were awakened by familiar hands around your hips, turning you onto your stomach. You feel the cool air hit your ass as your cotton nightgown is pushed up and seconds later, your panties are pulled down your legs.

“Baby?” you murmured, lifting your head to look over your shoulder.

“Shh,” he coos. Your clothing is pushed up and bunched halfway to your torso. He covers your petite body with his, you feel all of him pressed against you. His cock is sliding between the cheeks of your ass as he grinds into you. “I need you…” He sandwiches you against the bed, brushing your long hair off your shoulder as he kisses and nips your skin. “Be my good girl…”

You hummed, laying your head down again. When Kiyoomi calls you his good girl… you know it’s your favorite Omi.

Just this Omi only came out at night.

He trails his tongue along the curve of your shoulder to your neck and nips your ear, “are you going to be my good girl?”

You nod your head and feel his cock slide into you, where he belongs.

He groans into your ear, a low sexy groan that he knows does things to you. He doesn’t move but settles until all of him is inside of you.

A low breath fans your ear. “You’re so wet. Are you going to let… daddy take care of you?” He chuckles when he feels you tighten around his thick cock.

You had jokingly mentioned the night before about calling him daddy.

 “You like that? You want me to be your daddy?” His grip on your hip tightens, “answer me.”

“Ye – yes…” you choked.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes… daddy.”

Goodness, you hate but love this man.

Kiyoomi tortures you with slow and deep thrusts. “Are you also going to take all of daddy’s cum?”

You let out a shaky breath, your elbows digging into the bed as it supports your weight. “Yes, daddy… I’ll take all your cum…” your voice pauses, “please… please give me all your cum daddy…”

You don’t need to see, but you can feel his smile against your skin.

Though you and Kiyoomi both know you are not ready to start a family yet, you weren’t oblivious to his desire to fill your womb with his cum. You recently got on birth control and told him the night before that it was okay for him to not use condoms anymore.

You were surprised when he did not pounce on you right there and then, instead, he pulled you close and kissed your forehead, wishing you good dreams.

The bed began to shake and squeak loudly with the intensity of his thrusts.

Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.

“Let me hear you,” Kiyoomi growled. Half his weight is lifted off of you as he leans straight up and rolls his hips. His palms grip your ass, squeezing them, digging his nails into your skin. “You’re so wet…”

You’re suddenly jerked, your ass is pulled up and you’re on your knees. Your back is arched and your lower half angled to feel how deep his cock is embedded inside you.

Kiyoomi pounds hard and fast.

Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.

“Yes… yes…” he groans when you cross your ankles. “Squeeze me baby…”

You’re suddenly left empty and flipped onto your back. Kiyoomi spreads your legs wide and pushes your knees into the bed. He presses his weight into you, leaning down to kiss you hungrily.

Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.

“Omi… Omi…” You whimper and moan when he nips your lower lip painfully. A sharp slap to your thigh makes you quickly correct yourself. “Please, daddy… I’m so close…”

“Me too,” he breathes, “going to cum in this pussy, fill you up… fill up my good girl… daddy is going to fill you up and breed you…”

Your arms lock around his neck and moan, “yes! Please! Please!”

Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.

You jerk against Kiyoomi, crying out as your orgasm hits you powerfully.

Kiyoomi meets his orgasm seconds later. His heavy and large body stills against you but his hips continue to pump even as his cock twitches inside you. You’re instantly filled with warm liquid, a sensation so phenomenal.

The next time you woke up, Kiyoomi was fast asleep beside you.

You blink, staring up at the ceiling.

Did you have an erotic dream?

Reaching for your phone, it was almost 8 AM. Looking at your sleeping boyfriend, that was considered late for him.

Sitting up, Kiyoomi’s heavy arm falls onto your lap. Your nightgown was still on with your tits practically hanging out.

“Was it a dream?” you murmured.

“Was what a dream?”

You glance at Kiyoomi before pulling the ends of your gown up, your panties are gone.

“So it was not a dream?” There was no evidence between your legs.

Kiyoomi nuzzles into your belly, “it’s too early.”

“Omi, baby, it’s almost 8 AM.” He groaned, muttering something under his breath. “Do you have practice today?”

“No, no practice… want to sleep in…”

You push back his curls, feeling his temperature. “Are you feeling okay?” You frown when you feel it against your thigh, “are you – hard?”

After a second round, you are seated on his lap at the kitchen table. You are wrapped in your throw blanket, naked underneath, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap who is only in his boxer briefs.

“So,” you tilt your head, “what was that this morning?”

Kiyoomi avoids your eyes as he has one arm tightly wrapped around your back, and the other hand is feeding the both of you cereal.

He blinked a few times before looking up at you, a faint pink blush on his cheeks. “I… have been having weird dreams…”

“Weird dreams?” you questioned, “what kind?”

“Of you…”

“Weird dreams of me?”

He buries his face against your chest. “You keep taking advantage of me in my dreams. Teasing me and leaving me with blue balls in my dream… and I would wake up hard…” he mumbles, “it’s all your fault.”

You giggle, “my fault?”

He looks up at you with innocent eyes, “yes, your fault. You dropped two bombs on me this past week… wanting to call me daddy and telling me I don’t need to wear a condom now… it started giving me fucken wild dreams… so you needed to take responsibility this morning.”

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E/N: This man... you know it's hot stuff when you have to add the sound effects LOL.

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[noritoshiikamo]

double the trouble [osamu miya x y/n x atsumu miya ft sakusa kiyoomi]

cw threesome (+1 not directly receiving), two c/ock one hole, female receiving, male receiving, penetrative intercourse, breeding kink, spitting, dubious breeding

back from hiatus to say that i take back whatever the fuck i said about miya twin bcs i have a full blown shelf of their merch im a whore idk man its porn with minor plot i just want to take both miya twin together, never in fight tho

osamu has been obsessed with the idea of breeding you since graduation. it grew more and more obsessive the moment he found out, not from you, but his own twin brother that you have been on birth control.

“yer didn’t know?”

the words out of the blonde was like a laugh to his own face. osamu eyed him, hands working fast on the onigiri pretending not a single word said he said is being taken at heart. he was insulted. huffing, silently cursing as the inside of the onigiri leaked from his own carelessness–he sat it aside, putting his own attention to the flapping mouth in front of him.

atsumu was like a schoolgirl giggling, “oh yer really didn’t know.”

his eyes squinted, “should i be concern ‘bout this?”

the twin shook his head, picking apart the mess he made on the table, “t’was that one time, long time ago even, i think it was before we grad or was it her first time. she said that yer came in her, she was blabbering mess, whaddaya think i was gonna do? let her cry?” osamu’s breath hitched. he knew about it. didn’t think it was a big deal– he would marry you in a heartbeat and you said it was sorted. when you said sorted, he thought it was between you and your friends, not you and his stupid brother. “it was one time thing, i got her the pill yer take after you bang and it did the thingy that makes you not pregnant, i don’t know. after than all i know is she went on her pills. and yer mad, knew it. and now she’s gonna get the brunt of it.”

there’s this saying in the miya household; when someone’s mad, you don’t think—you dodged.

“don’t be stupid. whaddaya think i am? dad?” osamu scoffed as his other half whimpered at the poor smushed onigiri on the floor. “i could never hurt her.”

“you better be,” atsumu warned, “or i’m telling mum on ya.”

and that was the end of the discussion—with atsumu at least. the conversation lingered in osamu’s head like a bad migraine. in the dark, glancing at your body breathing gently with your shut eyes, he rolled over burying his face against your neck. am i a bad husband, he whispered his thoughts against your skin, tightening his arms around you as his eyes lidded close.

“why would you be?”

he froze. his question was not meant to be answered. you were supposed to be sleeping, nuzzling in his arm not awake. “sorry,” he murmured, hushing you back to sleep hoping you would let it go. “samu, why would you be a bad husband?” your voice were soft, laced with hoarseness of sleep.

“was just thinking about what tsumu said. but it’s tsumu, it’s stupid, go to sleep.” your body stiffened, rolling off his arms until you were propped face to face with him. you could barely make the outline of his face from the darkness of the room but you could feel that you were taking on a different side now. “atsumu said what?” you asked again. he let off a soft scoff, “should i be concerned of how many secrets are yer hiding from me with my own brother?” he didn’t mean to take such an accusatory tone but it came out so off. it was a fight before he knew it. he should’ve keep his mouth shut. but it ended with you both sleeping away from each other and now, every morning, like a salt in the wound, osamu would see you popped the pills from the pack, eyes on him not even budging as you swallowed it down.

so it is your only secret with tsumu.

it’s not fair.

it was between you and him but it felt more like you and his brother.

“can we at least talk about it?”

you held the glass to your lips. you both had never talk about it. babies weren’t something you foreseen in your future for at least—10 years. there shouldn’t be any talks, he would just need to pump you up for at least 5 minutes and you will need to deal with it for 9 months.

“what’s there to talk about, osa? i’m not ready.”

he inched closer, pulling the cup away from your lips. you could feel the bitterness of the pills lingering in your mouth threatening a puke fest. “yer be a great mum, what part are you not ready? financially— i’ve made enough for you to retire from work. physically? i could wake up any time of the day-”

you scoffed, “that’s because of your insomnia which-” you held your fingers up to stop him from opening his mouth, “i told you to take care of it. and you didn’t. you couldn’t take care of yourself and you think a baby is easy?”

“make a deal with me,” osamu blurted out, hands on your hips as he pushed you against the counter, prisoning you, “i promise and if it didn’t work out, yer have my full support in this. you can decide any time or not at all.” you rolled your eyes, arms crossed against your chest. “give me a month. if the swimmers didn’t stuck and you’re not pregnant, i’ll leave it alone. i’ll let ya decide after that. no babies even.”

you never seen osamu so serious, almost too serious. but you ended up saying yes anyway. just to get him off your back. it couldn’t be that bad right? it had been close to two weeks of you being off the pills.

yet you almost threw your purse to his face.

“we didn’t agree on that.”

“baby li—”

“no!” you screeched, throwing one of the pillows off the chair to his face, before slumming your ass on it. your eyes fell on him before to the other two figures sitting across you. “i know you’re insane like your brother, i’m not surprise,” you said pointing to atsumu, but the fingers moved to his left, “but you, you are supposed to be the sane one.” kiyoomi’s lips pressed flat. the tension in the room were so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

“y/n-kun, you don’t understand.”

“no, you don’t understand. what kind of russian roulette are you guys trying to play with me?” you laughed, falling backward against the chair, “oh you’re driving me insane. is this why you were trying to convince me to have a baby? i know you both are competitive but not like this. i’m not an animal you can breed and i’ll push out an entire litter!” kiyoomi didn’t blame you. spring on you, ambushing with a sudden family meeting only to drop that they want you to carry their child. specifically wanting atsumu to fuck you raw isn’t what you expected for a family dinner. he stood up, walking toward you before sitting on the floor. the desperation in his face almost made you fold. you sighed.

“did the last egg transplant fail too?” you asked, watching as his bouncy curls to cover his face as he nodded. “we are running out of ideas, we are running out money. the tests were fine. we got tested, we were both fine and the sperms were healthy. the donor is okay too. we are running out of wits. if we are going the other way, i would rather tsumu fuck around with you than some other girls out there.” he plead, clutching on to your hands, “you don’t have to decide now but just please think about it, okay?” kiyoomi muttered wholeheartedly, it almost heartbreaking to see how excited his eyes glowed when you mouthed a silent okay. you looked up, your husband moved hesitantly, fear of another pillow thrown to his face. but you didn’t flinched as he took a seat on the floor beside him, resting his chin against your thighs. his arms around your bare legs, eyes fluttering as your fingers brushed his cheeks.

“how would this work anyway? i don’t exactly have how to guide on how to fuck my fruity brother in law in front of my own husband—god, this is not what i have in this year’s bingo card,” feeling the words vomiting out of your mouth felt surreal. you felt osamu’s hand caressing the inside of your leg, gently squeezing it. “i’ll be there. i’ll join you if you want too. we can take turn, whatever’s the most comfortable.”

you watched at the black haired ace shook his head. your brow shot up questioning his disagreement. “if you both take turns, chances are the previous sperms will get pushed out the next cock. it’s the defense mechanism. if samu fucks you first, his baby has little to none chances and i’m sure you wouldn’t want to go with tsumu first.” your head spun as the two dumbasses scrambled their thoughts. since when even samu ever focused in his classes. words were going in one ear and another, they didn’t even notice you had moved. your legs taken control moving softly against the carpet and before you knew, you were on atsumu’s lap, lips pressed first pushing him down on the sofa. the two em startled.

“well, i guess it’s her way?”

someone said but you couldn’t registered who. he kissed differently. maybe because it wasn’t his lips to kiss but he did it with least possessiveness. it was almost gentle, with his hand slowly around your waist. osamu flushed, he could feel blood rushing all over him, out of lust or shame who could know? if he would’ve gone back in time to when he was a teen, telling him that he was about to go down on a threesome, the younger would’ve laughed at him. osamu let you know his presence with his fingers around the waistband pulling your lower half bare.

you were startled, like being hit by a bucket of cold water but his lips never left you and soon you were losing article of clothes after another. your bare tits are suddenly in atsumu’s fist and you were fighting to close your legs when osamu’s fingers danced along your slit. you gasped when his lips moved to latch around your tits while the other’s spitting against your cunt. it was overwhelming. the first lick almost threw you off balance, arms shaking you felt down against the older brother. hold her down, someone said and you felt tsumu’s hand around your wrist pressing it down against your back. you whined, it hurts yet you could feel your husband’s tongue swirling around your slit, overwhelming it with pleasure.

atsumu moved from underneath you, belt clanking before the position changed again. your hand moved to grab his wrist, roughly yanking your head by hair until you were face to face his own growing cock. there’s a major difference between osamu and atsumu. tsumu’s little cleaner, well trimmed, surprisingly matching skin tone. his cock erected with a slight bank to the right, yet the print was just the same; thick and veiny. he asked you spit on it and you obliged, watching as the thick fluid spread down along his precum down the pink mushroom tip.

it was hard to focus on his order when the other was pushing you so close to edge. “f-fuck, samu slow i-” you cried, hand reaching backward hard against his head, but osamu wasn’t budging. he looked up, face flushed with his tongue inside your hole and his brother’s cock against his wife’s face. tsumu’s swollen pink tip brushed your lips, planting little kisses before a soft nudge pushed it deeper inside. the twin couldn’t hold the deep moan from the back of his throat, the rough pad of his palm running gently through your hair pushing you deeper. your tongue swirled around the length, feeling its prodding veins with the tip slowly inching deeper until your nose pressed against his base.

“christ, that’s fuckin’ deep.”

osamu shot down the smirk off his twin, flipping his finger off. his palm grabbed a handful of your ass, landing a playful smack. you let out a chortled moan, hands against the thigh as you struggled to catch a breath. tsumu took pity, pulling away with a soft pop. strings of saliva connected to your lips as you coughed, tears streaming down your cheek. your body shuddered, gripping the edge of the sofa. samu wasn’t stopping. not even to breath that it sent you into a mess. atsumu couldn’t explain the joy of seeing you looking up, in so much pleasure yet pleading for him for mercy. he didn’t know what possessed him, fingers grabbing your cheeks pushing it together until your mouth were apart and spitted in.

you barely had time to respond, not even osamu ever spitted in you. yet you couldn’t find any strength to bark back, forced to swallow as your knot snapped. your first orgasm was a blessing. your husband’s name came out your throat all choked up, eyes rolled back all atsumu could see was white. not a drop was wasted, osamu’s loud slurps echoed the room, lapping your slit through the orgasm. your muscle tensed, soothed by his palm running gently against the side of your thighs and he let go. his lips planted a sloppy wet kiss against your flesh before leaving a hand mark. "well, shit i didn't expect this to be that intense," you pant, slumping forward forehead buried in the soft cushion of the sofa. but the twins had better idea, you are not getting any rest.

you were trained for samu.

your cunt were made for him, he knows that; he made that happen. you knew him all back from school. high school sweetheart they said, not that you ever pride on your first time. you had been resident of inarizaki's dorm for years now, commuting was simply not an option and with your parents in the middle of divorce, you volunteered. daddy gave a lot of apologies in form of useless monetary value, including your own personal ground floor dorm. no roommates, two single beds pushed together and two wardrobes, you could almost taste what freedom meant without your parents. what school doesn't enjoy donations. teenagers are fully of hormones, enough that you were willing to sneak your boyfriend of one year in. it was good, enough for a second round before he had to excuse himself, but awkward as no one every tell you that sex wasn't like what porn had presented itself. that was also your first pregnancy scare that had you running for atsumu's help. after that it improved.

improved to the point that your fingers meant nothing but a slight squint in his eyes as he leaned over the kitchen counter enough to make you wet. you are meant for him. your body craved him.

your head spun, drowsy from your high as you let your husband lifted you up. you knew what rest between the valley of your ass was him growing, greedy cock. you felt conscious suddenly as your eyes met the blonde, skin tinting as you felt osamu's lips littered around the column of your neck. "she's different," you heard him speak, his beefy arms moved you again that you could see the angry leaking tip between your thigh, brushing against your cunt dangerously, "she likes her thighs caressed more than her side, her tits are more sensitive after her second orgasm, the sloppier, the better." you whined as his kisses turned into a full nipping fest, almost like he was marking her. you knew what he was doing. he was setting an expectation, a boundary, a reminder that he was about to share something he had never thought of sharing before. atsumu and osamu had been sharing almost everything in their lives, but you– you were strictly osamu's.

"samu, yer not jealous are you?" tsumu grinned, hand stroking along his spit covered cock

"m'not. you just have a habit of fucking up my stuff that i was willing to pretend i'm okay with,"you gasped as he suddenly yanked your head backward, your eyes locked. you almost couldn't hide the grin you had on your face as osamu leaned down to kiss you, "not this one. this one is mine. and yer not fucking this shit up."

the other half's grin couldn't be more annoying but you pushed it to the back of your head. that was easy to do especially when osamu was guiding your body, grinding your soaking cunt against his length. "yer okay baby?" he hummed his question against your bare skin. you nodded, breath hitching every time his tip hit your clit. "i think we are getting slightly impatient but i don't think you are ready, do you trust me?"

"yes, samu."

you could almost see the shit eating grin on his face, "that's my good girl."

soon the grinding was getting on your nerve, you wished you hid your whining better. but marriage life has trained osamu to catch these little things. when you wife is unhappy, you would do anything and everything to make it better. and what could be better more that to finally push himself in into your throbbing hole. just the tip in and you couldn't hide the satisfying chortles out of your throat. every inch in loosening the tense in your muscle until you were slumping against his chest, head against his shoulder. every time your trembling thighs itched to close from the overwhelming pleasure, osamu clicked his tongue. "don't be rude, y/n-san, we have a guest." you almost forgot the existence of the two people in the room.

everyone knows atsumu has always been into the best of both world. it wasn’t something he had explicitly hidden growing up. he enjoyed attention of any genders. to say that he was inexperienced was just plainly wrong. your body jolted as atsumu spread your thighs further. his body kept your legs apart, you could feel his cock brushing against your mount. osamu kept himself occupied, tainting your neck as atsumu kissed you. it was wet, full of tongue. he swallowed your moans, praised you with every stroke of the tongue. “god, i would fuck you dumb right now if osamu isn’t selfish,” he grinned, brushing your nose against his own playfully before moving away. he kissed your jaw, occupying the other side of your neck.

if you ever told a 16 years old you that one day, you’ll have the famous miya twin lapping, bruising and kissing your neck all at once, your younger self would call you a joke, in your dream maybe.

atsumu moved lower, licking your collarbone before finding solace by your aching tits. you never know how gentle he could be, cupping your flesh before his tongue enveloped your hardened bud. the way he looked up to you, tongue swirling along before pulling away with soft pop.

“c’mon samu, how fucking long are you going to blue ball me here,” the older twin whined.

“she’s not stretched enough,” osamu muttered, half moaning as his hips rutted deeper. the other twin shrugged as he spitted down against your aching cunt. “she will, i’ll make sure of that,” tsumu held his cock, tip catching the spit as he gently rub his cock along your clit. you looked up to your husband, sharing a nervous look. you watched as curses escaped his lips, forehead wrinkling in pleasure. his other hand moved against your jaw, his kiss was furious and full of lust. “focus on me,” he whispered against your lips, “yer gonna take that like a fucking champ.” he watched you intently. you know why, you could feel it. tsumu was pushing against your opening. your eyes widened, watered, fingers clawing against osamu’s arm as he was quick to cover your mouth. osamu did a great job loosening you up that tsumu’s tip slipped in so easily. you trashed weakly in his arm. your husband’s praises went in and out of your ears like a breeze. your brain were a fuzz, all you could think off is there were two cock in you.

it felt kind odd, to samu mostly, to be squeezed in a tight space with his twin’s cock pressing against his own. he didn’t dare to move. it was all on atsumu. there was a lot of spitting, gentle push and a whole lot of his thumb along your clit. the circles helped as he pushed half of himself in. “fuck,” you heard osamu groaned into your ear, face buried in the side of your head. you loved how red tainted his skin. even without moving, atsumu’s rocking hips were giving both of you enough friction of pleasure. the sofa creaked as atsumu rutted in, slick sound of your folds against the two cocks and his thumbs echoed the room. “m’cummin’-please,” your moans muffled. it was too much, the tight feeing of your cunt around it meant atsumu was actively fucking straight into your g-spot. another one of the twin’s hand pressed down on your belly pushing you down at angle, soft curse escaped his lips as he could feel himself against the skin.

“you’re soaking wet, y/n, fuck,” atsumu giggled, but his giggles grew when he realised. “fuck, samu, your wife is squirting,” every thrust, more liquid sprayed against pelvic. you weren’t just squirting, atsumu just send you through your second orgasm by sheathing his entire girth deep. you were hazy, head resting against osamu’s shoulder. you were still gripping against samu’s arm, head trying to figure out the words flying around the room.

“fuck, you’re all in? i almost fucking cum.”

“don’t blame me, she wasn’t fully stretch,” one of them said annoyingly, “it’s not helping that she was fucking cumming. it was hot tho, she fucking drenched me, what a cunt,” the praise came with a light tapping against your sensitive clit. the tapping turned into a full on rubbing, “what a good fucking cunt tho.”

“samu,” your call startled the twin.

he kissed your cheek, bringing your trembling palm against his cheeks, planting kisses on the soft pad, “yes baby, look at you. fuck, baby you look so good, i wish you could see it.”

“s’full,” you sniffled, “so s’full, move.”

the twin agreed, showering your skin with kisses and praises. the overwhelming feeling of your cunt stretching must felt uncomfortable. they let you set the pace. leaning against tsumu’s chest for support, samu held you by the hips as you slowly moved it upward. their cocks glistening in the mix of fluid and the strings of messes. you stopped just by the tip, the brothers held their breaths as your hips moved in. the room echoed with your combined moans. your tongue wrestled atsumu’s briefly before he pulled away, leaning back as he watched your hips rocked. his eyes darted between your tits and your cunt slapping against his pelvic.

impatience brewed between the two brothers.

“baby, if yer teasing us, it’s working but truth be told i can’t stand it,” osamu whined, gripping your ass, a small pout grew on your husbands’ face. “shut your face it’s full,” you snapped, clenching your walls as you fought the tensing knots in your belly. you heard a faint whistle and someone was talking about how you were about to cum again. you breath out, half hearted laugh echoed the room as you turned your head back, his grin annoyed you, “oh, f-fuck off, sakusa.” the way his name escaped your lips, the way your tongue enunciated every syllables send shivers down his spine. kiyoomi wanted to bark back, but he saw the shared glance between the twin.

your shocking scream were a payback he craved.

the twins took over, patience thinner than the knot that snapped the moment they jackhammered into you. they held you down, osamu’s hands around your waist while atsumu’s rough palm gripped your thighs down as they fucked you through your high. they took turn, atsumu in and osamu’s out. your nectar spurted everywhere, against their peck, down your thighs and pooling on the sofa underneath. you cried out, their names out like a prayer, begging for them to slow down. your cunt can take both of them in, its the pleasure was ridiculously unbearable. they were coaxing an orgasm after another from you.

your cries were louder, in kiyoomi’s head he couldn’t differentiate whether it was pain or pleasure. but you were a champ, taking two cocks straight into the same stretching holes he could see outline along your belly every time one pushed deep then the other. “s’much,” he heard but none of the brothers were slowing down, completely drunk out of their mind. kiyoomi closed in, brushing stray from your cheek, the sudden gentleness against your skin startled you. your eyes fluttered open, salty tears dripped down your flushed cheeks. your eyes were blown up, full of lust and pleasure. “omi,” you whined, “slower,” but he hushed you, brushing your lips lightly as your palms gripped his shirt in support. he felt an arm roaming along his body, clinking of belt soon followed and his pants loosened. “you’re doing good,” his word started, boxer down pooling around his legs as someone spitted on his half hard cock, “d’ya wanna feel good, i feel good,” he whined, fang grasped against your own swollen lips as a pair plump lips wrapped itself around his cock. he cupped your face rougher, teeth clashed as he kissed you hard.

kiyoomi was overwhelmed. strings of moans from his own husband and out of your mouth were drowsy. “fuck, y/n, i feel good,” he chuckled, running his hand through the soft blonde hair of atsumu, looking up obediently with cock in his mouth.

osamu was ninety percent horny, deep in focus in breeding his wife’s pussy faster than his twin. the other ten percent were completely laced in jealousy. how dare you moaned someone’s else name. his hand left your side trailing upward until it wrapped perfectly around the column of your neck, with enough space for his thumb to invade your plump lips. kiyoomi shot you a grin and wink, before looking down happily to his own husband’s bobbing head. his warm breath tickled your lobe, sending waves of spineless shivers along your arching back. “omi?” he whispered only enough for you to catch, shoving his cock greedily into your cunt, ignoring the dissatisfied whine of his twin. “i would’ve taken that polite little miyas whine out of your lips but omi?”

your glossy eyes met his droopy sharp gaze as you tilted back. with whatever space left, you tried to shake your head, tongue weighted down as you struggled to apologize. osamu’s grin grew, all he was looking down was his sorry wife, cunt and head drunk in cock, slurring words but was came out was just drool on the corner of your lips. you promised it was just thought–something that was just a flash of thoughts. you whined, teeth clenching down on his thumb as someone shifted. the speed changed again, rougher than he could feel your own thighs trembling against his own.

“samu, quit bullying her,” tsumu chuckled, taking a break from his own aching jaw, hands moving around his husband’s cock.

“i’m not bullying,” he stole a glance, kissing your cheeks, tasting the salty remnant against it as he nipped your skin light, “am i bullying you baby?” his spit covered palm gently tapped against your cheek. you gasped a no, shaking your head firmly. satisfied with your answer, his grip tightened around the neck to continue his little assault. “that’s my wife. my slutty little wife. it’s not ‘nough you have mine in but my twin also and you want a taste of omi’s cock too?” he clicked his tongue in disagreement, “my wife thinks she can take 3 cocks deep, you are already this numb and dumb with two, you think your pretty tight cunt can take another?” he loved it, the apology, the refusal, the begging look in your eyes.

two cocks in and your loyalty still stand with him.

that was like a stroke on his ego. especially when your cunt were spasming, tightening up around his cock as he milked you out of your umpteenth orgasm. your nails dug deep into his skin, sobbing out of your chest as you struggled to keep your conscious. he cut off the bullying, lavishing your neck with licks and kisses. his words were now gentler, full of praises. “baby,” he nuzzled against the crook, pressing against where your heartbeat were an erratic mess, “baby, m’gonna cum.” it wasn’t a request, but a promise.

atsumu’s moan echoed the same sentiment. his grip to your thighs tightened. omi was long gone, what was left was spurts of thick white fluid, painting his face a mess, some dribbling down his lips. their palms were roaming, grabbing your tits, your thighs with bruises bound to make its appearance when morning comes. samu was fully supporting your body. you were slurring their names, eyes half close aas you rested your forehead against your husband’s.

“s’good,” you chortled weakly, “cuminme please.”

osamu laughed, his own spine trembled in excitement, “okay baby, we’ll cum in you. get yer full with babies okay?” his cock twitched as you nodded excitedly, a small cute pout on your lips grew as you whine your exhaustion. his wife had just begged him to cum in her, that was everything he could ever wanted for the past few months. he just wanted to fuck all his cum deep in you.

“cummies, samu,” you whined, “tsumu!”

“close, i’m fucking close, fuck, if you keep clenching your cunt like that i’m gonna fucking burst, y/n.” tsumu spitted, grabbing a handful of your bouncing tits.

osamu was deep in dazed, focused in his thrusts. like hell atsumu was gonna let it happened. he deserved a baby of his own. omi deserved a baby. you could feel the competitiveness against your sore cervix. the loud fuck echoed the space as the older twin came first, his thighs trembled as he continued to cum, painting your walls white. his nail left a long mark against your thighs. osamu came after, just as the other slipped out half hard. his teeth dug deep against your shoulder as his hips jerked forward. you felt fuller than before.

you listened weakly as the twin bickered again. of how samu was wasting so much and the older forcing him to ensure to fuck every single drop in you. your body ached as your husband settled you on the sofa. pillow above your hips, you lowkey felt empty inside. the brothers looked confuse as you laughed, osamu called for you but you hushed him in haze.

“yer so nosy, shut up, i’m sleepy.”

osamu laughed, leaving you alone as he dragged his other half by his hair away.

it was a long year after.

your labour was a hefty 12 hours journey. to osamu, it was a wait worth his time. your baby is healthy seven pound, full term and naturally birthed baby.

atsumu and kiyoomi shared a defeated look, but a small smile grew on their face. “next time okay?” kiyoomi tightened the grip of his fingers against the blonde. he nodded weakly. the baby was a spitting image of you and osamu. your pretty cheeks and nose yet the baby’s eyes glowed in osamu’s greyish glint, small mouth and his natural dark hair. “she’s probably high on the drug, i hold samu and you snatched the baby, we’ll meet at the airport, deal?” atsumu whispered jokingly his plans to his partner. kiyoomi’s brows shot up. osamu could only shake his head, the smile on his face were permanent as he hugged your shoulder, watching as the baby snored softly against your arms. funny how half of kiyoomi’s heart almost agreed until he heard your soft voice calling for your husband.

you shared a look, you muttered a question, his heart skipped a beat as he nodded. osamu never held a baby before, not if you count his annoying twin brother. his palm trembled lightly as you placed the baby in his arms. a soft coos escaped the baby’s lips as they moved before easing against osamu’s chest, falling straight back to sleep. between the chaos, osamu didn’t realised that the baby had gripped onto his finger. his heart fluttered as the grip tightened.

“hello, it’s me, your papa.”

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[hyunesent]

: ̗̀➛ A HIDDEN VULNERABILITY

"Tsukishima's whisper sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but melt into the bed. "I could give it to you," he murmured, his words dripping with temptation. "I could give you the best fuck of your life, without any strings attached."

a tsukishima x reader oneshot (afab)

cw: jealous tsukishima, mentions of kageyama and reader, some angst (tsuki doubting himself + relationship troubles), oral sex ( m + f receiving), tsuki is mean at first, rough sex, edging, teasing.

Under the pale luminescence of a waxing moon, Tsukishima Kei stood at the edge of the gymnasium, his golden eyes watching you with an intensity that belied his typically aloof demeanour. 

The cool night air wrapped around him like a shroud, concealing the turmoil that churned within his chest. He was the picture of calm indifference, his tall frame leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, yet his heart beat a frantic rhythm against his ribcage.

Inside, the gym was alive with the echo of laughter and the rhythmic thud of volleyballs meeting floors. You were there, a radiant presence among his teammates, your smile bright enough to rival the moonlight. As you laughed at something Kageyama said, Tsukishima felt a sharp pang of something unfamiliar-jealousy.

He hated how his stomach twisted when he saw the two of you, hated the way his insecurities gnawed at his resolve.

He bit down on his tongue hard when he saw how close the two of you were, laughing together, closing the proximity between you two. At one point Kageyamas hand had snaked around your waist to gently move you out of the way and Tsukishima had to watch as it loitered there for way too long paired with eye contact that made him murderous.

Tsukishima had always prided himself on his detachment and ability to keep people at arm's length. But you had dismantled his defences with ease. Your kindness, your genuine affection. And now, the fear of losing you to someone more worthy threatened to undo him completely.

The night wore on, and the gym began to empty, the sounds of the game fading into the quiet of the evening. You lingered, still chatting with Kageyama, unaware of the storm brewing in Tsukishima's mind. When you finally noticed him, standing in the shadows, a flicker of concern crossed your face.

"Kei?" you called softly, your voice a gentle soothing to his raw nerves. "Everything okay?"

He hesitated, the words caught in his throat. Vulnerability was a foreign land to him, one he had never willingly ventured into. But tonight, the fear of losing you overpowered his pride. There was a tremor in his gaze, a plea for reassurance.

Tsukishima forced a tight-lipped smile, his facade of aloofness slipping slightly as he replied, "I'm fine. Just tired from practice." The lie tasted bitter on his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to voice the turmoil swirling within him.

You studied him for a moment, your expression soft with understanding. Tsukishima felt a surge of gratitude towards you, mingled with an ache for something more he couldn't quite name. As you bid Kageyama goodbye and walked over to him, the air between you crackled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

As the two of you walked home, there was something different in the way he looked at you. Something dark and possessive. It sent a shiver down your spine, but also a thrill that you couldn't quite explain. His golden eyes held a depth you hadn't seen before as if he was trying to convey a message without words. The hostility in his tone lingered, intensifying the breeze rustling the leaves overhead.

Eventually, a heavy silence stretched between you. Tsukishima's usual aloofness was tinged with an undercurrent of something primal, something raw that made your heart race

As you approached his apartment building. The click of the key in the lock echoed through the empty hallway, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere between you. Tsukishima led the way inside, his footsteps purposeful and unwavering. The silence enveloped you both like a heavy cloak, suffocating any attempts at conversation.

You watched as he shrugged off his jacket, the fabric falling to the floor in a haphazard heap. Without sparing you a glance, he made a beeline for the bathroom, his movements swift and controlled. The sound of running water soon filled the air, a sharp reminder of the distance between you.

Confusion and tension wrapped around you like invisible chains. Tsukishima's sudden change in demeanour had thrown you off balance, leaving you grasping for some semblance of understanding. The way he seemed to be wrestling with his inner demons made your heart ache with a mixture of sympathy and fear.

You stood in the dimly lit living room, uncertain of what to do next. The seconds stretched into minutes as you waited, the sound of the running water creating a dissonant background to the turmoil brewing within you. His apartment felt unfamiliar now, shadows lurking in every corner where there used to be only familiarity. You sinked face. first onto his bed and struggled to look up to rest your face between your hands.

Your mind was running a mile a minute overthinking every interaction you had with him today, desperate to know what was wrong.

Minutes passed in a suspended state of uncertainty, each tick of the clock echoing loudly in your ears. The water from the shower continued its steady rhythm, a barrier separating you from Tsukishima. You debated whether to stay or leave, unsure of where you stood with him at that moment.

As you tried to gather your thoughts, the door to the bathroom creaked open, and Tsukishima emerged His hair was damp and tousled, strands sticking to his forehead while his shirt fit in a way that allowed his collarbone to peer through.

Suddenly, Tsukishima was behind you, his breath fanning the top of your head. You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he reached out his hands to slide them against your waist, you gasped softly at the new touch. Your heart pounded in your chest, the moment stretching taut between you like a drawn bowstring.

“What was that with Kageyama?” Tsukishima murmured, his voice low and gravelly, you felt a sharp stab of remorse upon hearing the pain in his voice. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, sending a jolt of anticipation through you. His lips traced barely-there kisses along your neck and shoulder. Starkly contrasting the form grip he now had on your hips, igniting a trail of tingling warmth in its wake.

You remembered the closeness between you and your boyfriend’s teammate and you hoped that he had interpreted the situation differently. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him. The expression in his eyes was undeniably dark and hard, and you could understand why.

"Kei, I’m sorry," you said, stammering. "I didn't mean to—I just got—"

"Swept up in the moment?" Tsukishima interrupted with a sneer. "Come on. Did you really believe I'd accept that excuse?"

Without another word, Tsukishima gently wrapped his arms around your body, his gentleness confusing yet comforting given the situation. He turned you around onto your back and looked into your eyes with a now unreadable expression.

His presence loomed over you, a dark cloud suffocating any sense of self-control. You were nothing but a puppet in his hands, helplessly succumbing to his every whim and desire.

“I know you better than anyone y/n” he reminded you with his lips ghosting against yours. He pulled back with a smirk when you chased them and opted to press his thumb to your bottom lip.

You lean forward slightly to take it between your lips sucking it gently as Tsukishimas gaze becomes more intense. His other hand trails down your front, stopping just above where you needed him most and you can see the anticipation written all over his face. He pressed down gently eliciting a sinful whine from you.

Your tongue swirls around his thumb, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin, watching in fascination as he fought to maintain his composure by closing his eyes.

They snap open with a new drive as he removes his hands from you only returning them to press his fingers against your clothed cunt. Already desperate you moan out craving more from him and he settles between your legs to pull you in for a heated kiss.

You kiss him back matching his intensity and exploring each other’s tongues, his lips are soft and demanding against yours, his hands roaming your body with a heat that sets your skin on fire. Your fingers tangle in his hair, relishing the feeling of his short strands against your skin. You felt lightheaded and being able to feel his hardening erection against your pussy with only thin material between the two didn’t help.

His hand sneaks up to wrap his slender fingers around your throat applying just the right amount of pressure to the sides.

Your eyes screw shut as he turns your head to the side, giving him full access to the expanse of your neck. His lips part slightly to trail his tongue tantalizingly slow up the side of your neck finishing with a kiss to your most sensitive spot while grinding his cock onto your pussy, every movement calculated to elicit pleasure and desire from you.

Your legs instinctively spread wider needing more from him so you plea with a moan:

“Fuck Kei, I want you so bad.” Those words came out more breathless than you intended but he lacked the amusement he would usually have.

“No, you don’t.” He rolls his hips into yours again, harder this time. “You want someone else.”

Tsukishima couldn’t even bring himself to say the other man’s name and the conflict was evident in his gaze as he groped at your chest. Even though he was behaving in a certain way, his underlying insecurities were still palpable. After the events that occurred earlier, these feelings seemed to have heightened and become more prominent.

You struggled to form coherent sentences as Tsukishima kept stimulating you. You were hot and bothered and you felt distant from the man on top of you despite your proximity.

Tsukishima's whisper sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but melt into the bed. "I could give it to you," he murmured, his words dripping with temptation. "I could give you the best fuck of your life, without any strings attached. You could leave and go to him right now." You didn’t know whether to moan or cry at his sheer lack of emotion when stating his offer.

But what you did know is that you didn't want anyone else. "No," you whimpered, grasping onto Tsukishima's arm. "Please, I only want you. It's always been you."

Tsukishima's rough hand slips into your pants, his fingers moving expertly as he searches for your slick heat. Faint streaks of wetness cling to his skin as he pulls his hand back and messily spreads your arousal over your lower stomach.

Tsukishima's fingers are cool against your heated skin, his touch sending shivers through your body. As he spreads your slick over your folds as well, fingers brushing over your clit, you feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you, causing your body to arch and writhe beneath him.

“I bet he doesnt know how messy and rough you like it when we fuck.” His fingers are focused on your clit now and you’re a moaning mess.

“Think he could make you moan like this?” he coos at you “I’m barely touching you”

“Kei! Please—”

“But really, it’s up to you,” Tsukishima said nonchalantly, smirking a bit as he spread your pussy lips open, hearing you moan. “maybe he’s better than me,”

“I’m not going anywhere, Kei,” you begged, nearly crying. “I’m yours, I promise!”

“Promise?” his tone was now soft as he tilted your chin down to search your eyes for sincerity.

“Yes!” You reached out to tangle your fingers in his hair.

Tsukishima let his eyes flutter close for a moment and melted into your touch. When he opened them again he collected you in his arms tenderly and then through you onto the covers the way he wanted you, pinning you down your head on the pillows.

"Good girl," he murmured, pulling down your pants and soaked underwear. He then traced his tongue up your slit, making you gasp with pleasure."

From this point on tsukishima was not gentle and showed you no mercy, devouring your pussy like a starved man focused solely on your pleasure. With every lick and suck, he dialled up the intensity, using his tongue in ways that had you panting and moaning with each thrust.

He went deeper, his rough tongue darting inside you, hitting your G-spot just right, making your back arch off the bed, your hands gripping the sheets in a vice-like hold. His lips were soft, but his tongue was a force to be reckoned with, flicking, teasing, and exploring your most sensitive spots.

You were a mess now, your entire body trembling with pleasure, your breath coming in short gasps as you begged for more.

And so you gave in, desperately clinging to him, writhing beneath him with each thrust and lick. The world was reduced to that one moment, that one sensation. You no longer thought about the other man, the one who had caused this turmoil within you. All that mattered was Tsukishima, his skilful touch, and the way he made you feel.

Your eyes scrunched shut once more as he placed his hand on your chest, his thumb gently grazing your nipple. He knew all of your sensitive spots, your weak points.

“Don't stop! I’m—”

Before you could even finish he pulls away, expressionless, lower face covered in your slick. You whine and lift your hips off the bed but you can’t deny your arousal heightening at the sight of him.

Without saying a word he taps the outside of your leg while kissing your inner thigh signalling for you to get up. He chuckles when he notices you struggling slightly but you manage to crawl towards him nevertheless and push his shirt off. He looks down at you with an admiring smile and responds immediately, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, along with his boxers.

Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his length: rock hard and already dripping. You marvel at him in awe while he’s attentively watching your expression.

“Looks like someone wants me bad,” Tsukishima purred, leisurely stroking his length as his eyes watched you carefully, challenging you to make a move.

His constant teasing had finally reached its limit, and you were determined to get back at him. You sat up and crawled over to him, where you slapped his hand away from his length, taking control with your own hand.

Tsukishima inhaled sharply, tilting his head back, but he immediately brought it back down, not wanting to take his eyes off of you.

"Faster," he demanded, his voice strained. 

You hurried your hand up and down his length, occasionally grazing your thumb over the tip and relishing in the sounds of pleasure that escaped him. When you noticed his fists clenching the sheets, turning white with tension, you knew he was close. So without hesitation, you did what came naturally to you.

He groaned and swore as you took all of him into your mouth. Tsukishima's body shuddered as you slowly moved your head up and down, maintaining eye contact with him. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your hair and forcefully pushed your head down, making you take all of him in at once.

You choked and gasped for air, and it seemed like your body was reacting in his favour – the tightness in his stomach began to loosen, and he was on the brink of losing control. He repeated your name like a mantra as if pleading to anyone listening.

Before he could give in to his desires, he suddenly snapped out of it and pulled you off him. You trembled with anticipation as Tsukishima's expression turned into one filled with pure lust. He manoeuvred you around, forcing you onto your hands and knees.

He stood behind you, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. "I'm going to make you feel so good," he breathed, his words sending shivers down your spine. You let out a moan, unable to resist his dirty talk. It was always a turn-on for you.

You feel your breath hitch at his weight shifting on the bed before you feel his cock against your glistening opening.

He uses his top to spread your slick around and gently pushes your legs wider. He begins to push into you struggling at first.

“shit- baby relax.” he hisses and leans forward to kiss your shoulder and hold you tenderly for a moment, relieving some of your tension.

You feel his soft lips part on your shoulder as he pushes his length into you slowly letting you feel every vein against your walls.

Once he was fully inside you, he pulled out almost entirely, a slow, teasing motion that left you yearning for more. Then, he began to thrust, creating a rhythm that left both of you gasping for air. 

You’re moaning load so he pushes your head into the pillow, the new position allowing him to thrust deeper causing you to let out a muffled scream.

He groaned and picked up the pace, his hips slapping against your ass. You were lost in the moment, feeling his cock deep inside you, and the passion between you growing with every thrust.

Tsukishima groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as he felt the pleasure building within him. His cock slammed against your G-spot with each brutal stroke, sending waves of ecstasy through you both.

You were panting now, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. You felt his hands digging into your flesh, possessive and needy, driving you wild.

“Oh god, Kei! Right there, just like that!” you cried out, cupping at your slick, needy mound.

Tsukishima slapped your hand away, replacing it with his own as he messily stimulated your clit. He pounded into you harder, his cock swelling with each thrust, you could feel the build-up of his climax.

"I'm going to cum, baby," he growled, his voice low and thick. "You want my cum, don't you?"

You nodded vigorously, looking back with eyes wide with desire. He smirked, his gaze locked on yours, and then he began to thrust even faster. Your screams filled the room as he hit your sweet spot over and over again.

With one final thrust, Tsukishima whispered your name, releasing a torrent of intensity within you, bringing your climax crashing down upon you. Your body shook with pure bliss, every nerve ending ignited by his touch.

He collapsed on top of you for a moment, his breath ragged as he tried to catch his breath. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, feeling both relieved and exhilarated.

Slowly, he pulled away, leaving a kiss on your forehead, before helping you to lie down on the bed in a more comfortable position. The afterglow was just as intense as the passion, leaving an unspoken comfort between you. You opened your eyes, to see Tsukishima’s golden ones staring right back at you.

You reached out to brush the wet strands of hair from his forehead and he sighed softly pulling you closer to him. The two of you shared tender kisses and he looked up at you with a flash of raw vulnerability.

“You’re mine. No one else’s.” he rasped.

You nodded in agreement causing you both to crack smiles before you kissed his cheek softly and held him as he fell asleep almost instantly.

You observed him as he slept; it was during these vulnerable moments that you were reminded of the gentleness that always resided within him, hidden beneath his tough facade. You lightly traced the line of his jaw, completely enamoured with him.

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: This is a work of fiction not a portrayal of anyone in real life. this was supposed to be much shorter but I got carried away lol. This is not proofread so I'm sorry for any mistakes! Likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated. Happy reading .ᐟ

[rebelssvy]

you x your fave MHA man

LABELS: fucking sex. fucking you in heat. pov you get hit with a quirk that makes you all hot and bothered.

-chat i ate this up!

here you were, getting undressed by your childhood crush in the comfort of an empty changing room at your agency. you had been shot with a random quirk during a raid. you passed out during all of it.

the last thing you remembered he had swept you up into his arms and got you here.

you didn’t know what was happening to you.

your back arched off the bench, you refused to let go of him. you felt how soaked you were through your suit.

you grabbed every part of him.

“fuck i’m soso so sorryyyy-! i don’t know what’s happening to me.” you moaned out to him. he stood above you, slicking down your hair that had poked up during the fight.

“it’s ok. are you hurt? how do you feel?” he said through concerned eyes. staring down at you.

“i feel like i need your cock.” you said with full confidence before slapping both your hands over your mouth.

he looked down at your with desire and an open mouth. he didn’t say anything before shaking his passion. he reminded himself, it’s just the quirk after effects making you say this.

“i’m so so sooo sorry… i shouldn’t have said that.. but im just being honest i don’t know what to do” you moaned out again. your hands slowly making their way to your own body. grabbing at the fabric.

you felt hot. like you needed it all gone. you needed it off of you. asap.

“can u pleaseee help me.. oh my god.. fuck let me suck you off pleaseeee” you said up to him with puppy eyes.

it was truly a sight to see. and well, this was his dream. you begging to suck him off, your skin glowing with desire.

“if you think it’s gonna make you feel better…. i mean.. i guess you can-“ before he finished his sentence you were pulling his pants down. you wasted no time before licking his length with your tongue.

opening your mouth as much as you could you stuck his cock down your throat as much as you could.

“oh my god.. fuckkk y/n” he grabbed onto your hair bobbing your head back and forth.

you sucked as much as your could. you wanted all of him.

he pulled out. grabbing your jaw he tilted his head down to stare at you. you looked up at him with your mouth still wide open. you stuck your tongue out for him.

“let me fuck you.” he said before pulling you up to take off your suit.

“yes yes yes yes please fuck me that’s all i want!” you moaned out grabbing at the fabric he still had on his body.

he stopped all action, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a heated kiss.

pulling apart, “you getting hit with that quirk was the best thing that’s ever happened.. fuck” he said before making his way to suck on your neck.

you moaned at the contact, bringing your hands down to grab at his freed cock. squeezing the top of this length. pre-cum oozing out of it. he gasped at the touch.

“i’ve dreamed of this far longer then just today…” you said while your suit dropped off your body. you were now fully unclothed.

he stared at you with passion in his eyes. you broke the silence again.

“i dreamed about sucking you off under your desk in highschool.” you admitted.

before you knew it he picked you up. it was all happening to quickly. all you needed was relief.

twisting your body into a full nelson. your body pressed against his. he had both your legs, so you were spread full open.

you moaned out again.

“please please please put it in let me feel your cock” you mumbled out. flushed.

“whatever you say doll…” he said grabbing his cock, pressing it against your entrance.

it was filthy. him having you all wrapped up like this. but you were begging for it.

his cock plunged in and out of you. balls slapping your skin with each movement.

“oh yeah? you fucking like that?” he groaned at you spreading you as wide as you could.

you moaned out to him as a response. you couldn’t comprehend anything.

he hit all your deepest angles. you were on full display.

this was so naughty. and too think a quirk caused this? you would consider yourself blessed.

“fuck your so tight for me aren’t cha’?” he said to you in a condescending manner. making you clench around his length.

“mmm… i-i’m closeee”you warned him.

“cmon then…” he groaned softly, “cum around my cock.”

he demanded it. and so you did.

cumming around him, you moaned out ‘thanks you’’s and how your ‘all his’. your body spasming through your orgasm, as he fucked you through your high.

finally he set you down on the bench, you all fucked out like this, he couldn’t stop himself.

jerking himself off, to your face.

of course, he had to finish on your face.

even fucked out as you were you opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out. catching all the cum you could.

“thank fuck for that quirk” he said before wiping his own cum off your cheek.

“mmm… thank fuck for you” you said with a smile.

……………………………………………………………………………..

- i was personally thinking of katsuki. but that’s just me. LOLLLL comment who you thought about!!!

[noyasmashing]

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 ˖ ࣪ ∗ ❀

cw: pegging, hair pulling, crying, sub!kenma, gn!reader

a/n: draft from forverrrr ago but i have to post it in honor of the haikyu movie

He hated it. He despised sensation of sweat trickling down his body as his back arched to meet your thrusts. Kenma had always detested physical activity, which is precisely why you relished making him work for it, watching him bounce uselessly on your strap as you mocked the way his cock slapped against his stomach.

Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, and moans escaped his chapped lips. His voice came out as horse cries as your hands gripped his hips, rather harshly. “Apologize, Kozume,” you commanded sternly, looking up at him. He shook his head, his bottom lip trembling. Yet he continued bouncing on your lap, sloppily and uncoordinated, squirming under your grip.

“Oh? So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” you mused, searching his face for any emotion. He refused to apologize, knowing any sort of speech would bring on the tears he hated. But you didn’t care about that now. Roughly, you flipped him onto all fours, now getting to see the breath taking sight of his ass. Despite his slurred protests, he arched his back, presenting his pulsating hole for you to use.

“P-put it back in,” he pleaded, wriggling his hips toward you for more friction. “Not until you apologize,” you replied, choosing to tease him by running your slick strap between his cheeks. His body felt hot, the tips of his ears reddened even with his face hidden. “’m sorry,” he whined into the pillow, but you clicked your tongue, unsatisfied with his weak apology.

“Louder,” you urged, knowing the volume he could actually reach. He hesitated, then looked at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as your stern glare conveyed everything. He stifled a moan as you teased him with a gentle thrust near his hole. “I-I’m sorry for being an ass, please [name], f-forgive me,” he forced out, trembling under your grip.

You hummed, pausing for a moment that felt like an eternity to Kenma before finally ramming your length back into his wet ring of muscles. He moaned in satisfaction, thinking he got what he wanted. But the pleasure soon turned to overstimulation as you continued pounding him roughly. Usually you would keep a slow pace, showering him in praise as he got adjusted to your girth. But this time was different. His hips tried to escape your merciless pace, but you quickly stopped him. A string of nervous gasps escaping his cracked lips.

“Where do you think you’re going? If you can’t apologize properly, I’ll make you wish you could.”

“It’s too much—it’s too much,” he whined, gripping the sheets below him in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Despite his words, you saw the way he looked back at you with his mouth agape, eyes half-lidded, his cock surely weeping on his abdomen.

“Touch yourself, baby,” you encouraged warmly, but he just shook his head. You sighed, trying to be nice, but he was being such a brat. Maybe he’d learn his lesson if you were rougher. Releasing one side of his hips, you reached up with your free hand to pull his hair.

He gasped sharply, then whimpered as you pulled back. His moans were no longer muffled, and he could hear the lewd sounds of skin slapping together more clearly now. It all added to his pleasure, and the coil in his stomach started to unwind. Even in his delirious state, he knew better than to come without asking. “C-can I…” You cut off his plea, already knowing what he was going to ask. “No, only good boys get to come when they ask.” He sobbed at that.

Covered in sweat, he couldn’t bring himself to protest. You tightened your grip on him, continuing to pound relentlessly. He was fully crying now, hands shaking as he resisted the urge to fist his cock. But he was so needy, pre-cum leaking uselessly from his tip. You could tell what he was thinking and smirked. “Go on, touch yourself, and I’ll let you come.” He looked back at you, wary of your leniency.

“You mean it?” he asked shyly. You nodded warmly. “When have I ever lied to you?” With that, his hand found its way to his puffy tip, small nervous strokes causing his whole body to shake with pleasure. Your grip on his hips lifted his lower half practically off the bed. He felt weak, coming without hesitation when a “go on” left your lips.

He moaned loudly, his voice cracking into the pillow as his milky white release sprayed onto himself and the sheets.

To his disappointment and pleasure, you didn’t stop. In fact, it felt like you sped up your thrusts, maintaining their rhythm without faltering.

“We can’t stop now. I have to make sure my baby learns his lesson.”

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featuring: Hinata Shoyo x f!reader

contains: timeskip!Hinata, best friends to lovers, unprotected s*x, creampie, slight overstimulation at the end

word count: 2.4k

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

MDNI | 18+ content

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a/n: if anyone knows the artist for the cover picture, I searched everywhere and couldn't find them!! Pls and ty in advance <3

When Hinata Shoyo left for Brazil, it was like an eclipse over your life.

You’re best friends so you still talk almost every day, whether it’s quick messages squeezed into busy days or a video call right as one of you wakes up and the other one is about to sleep. But Hinata was the sunshine in your life - a bright, burning ball of energy that powered your days. When he left, everything went a little bit gloomier.

You’re busy yourself with college – meeting new people, keeping up with classes, and making time to catch up with everyone from Karasuno. Still, it feels like a candle trying to compete with the sun.

So when you show up at a house party, not really feeling up for it but wanting to see your old classmates again, you stop dead in the doorway.

Sitting on the sofa, surrounded by everyone you know, you see shock of orange hair and hear a familiar laugh. Your mouth falls open.

“Sho…?”

Hinata turns at the sound of your voice, a broad smile breaking out on his face. The moon slides to the side, the sun shining again. Your heart thunders in your ears.

“Y/n!” he calls out, leaping up and sprinting over to you.

You’re still in shock when he scoops you up into a hug, squeezing you tight.

“You’re here?” is all you can say.

Hinata doesn’t stop hugging you but you hear him laugh, vibrating through his chest.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” He pulls back to grin at you, brown eyes alight. “Are you surprised?”

You huff out laughter, your shock subsiding, and wrap your arms around his neck for another hug.

“It’s a great surprise,” you say, smiling hard.

It’s only when you put your arms around him that you realise how big he’s gotten. He’s a few inches taller than before and he’s broader than you remember, his shoulders hard as rocks. When you pull away from the hug, you hope he doesn’t notice the blush dusting your cheeks.

You both make your way into the party to a chorus of greetings from your old classmates. Hinata sits back down on the sofa but you linger, realising all the seats are taken.

“Um…”

“Sit here, y/n,” Hinata says, patting his thigh.

You don’t know why the idea makes you blush so hard – you and Hinata were always physically close, not afraid to hug or touch. Maybe it's because it's been years since you saw him in person. Maybe it's because...

You search his face for any sign he feels as flustered as you but he’s wearing an easy smile, his head cocked to the side as he waits for you to reply.

“S-sure,” you stammer out.

As soon as you slide onto Hinata’s lap, his arm snakes around your waist, resting his hand on your hip. His thighs are solid beneath you, as built as the rest of him. You obviously knew he trained hard in Brazil but you didn’t realise just how much he’s changed. You chance a glance at him, wondering if anything else has changed.

Hinata catches your eye.

“You okay?” he asks, flashing you a smile. “Comfy?”

Confidence. Hinata hasn’t only gained muscle in Brazil – the awkward teenage boy you knew has been replaced with a man. A man who flirts with his best friend, who invites you to sit on his lap with ease.

You wonder if he’s flirting because it’s you or because it’s his personality now. You’re not sure.

You’ve been quiet for too long because Hinata’s smile starts to drop. His eyebrows furrow.

“Seriously, you okay?” He lowers his voice, leaning in closer. “You don’t need to sit here if you don’t want.”

You shake your head.

“No, it’s fine. Sorry, I was just…” You give him a sheepish smile. “I was thinking, you’ve changed a lot.”

“I have?” Hinata looks genuinely confused before his expression clears. “Oh! Yeah, I grew like three inches!”

He grins wide and you smother your laughter.

“I mean, yeah, that,” you say. “But you’re like… bigger.”

You get the first glimpse of the Hinata you used to know as his cheeks tint pink. He rubs the back of his neck bashfully and you’re treated to his bicep bulging with the movement.

“Heh, yeah, I guess so.” His eyes swivel to yours. “You’ve changed too.”

This catches you off guard. You glance down at yourself before looking back up at him.

“Me?”

“Yeah. It’s like you get prettier every year.”

Your cheeks go hot. Hinata holds your gaze and you get a familiar feeling in your stomach, something you haven’t felt since he left. Intense, like you’re looking directly at the sun. Your skin prickles and you feel light-headed, like you’ve been sunbathing too long. It’s the effect Hinata has on you, that he’s always had on you.

Your sunshine.

Hinata’s hand tightens on your hip, not looking away. There’s something taut between you that thrums with electricity. You know there’s a party full of people around you but everything around Hinata has fallen into darkness. He’s the burning ball of fire in front of you, blocking out all else.

“I really want to kiss you,” he confesses, voice low and thick. “But I want to do it somewhere better. You deserve somewhere better.”

Your throat feels suddenly dry. You open your mouth to say something but your voice sticks. You give a small nod instead, not able to tear your eyes away from his.

“Let me take you out tomorrow,” Hinata says. “Please?”

You lick your lips to wet them and Hinata eyes dart down before flicking back up.

“Yeah,” you manage to croak out. “I’d really like that.”

Hinata grins like he’s just won a volleyball game, his ears pink. You both return to the chatter of the party but you feel Hinata’s thumb tracing circles on your hip, his hand on you the entire night.

*

You spend the entire next day trying on clothes and throwing them to the floor. Hinata had told you to dress nice and be ready for 7pm but he insisted on keeping the rest a secret. The closer that 7pm gets, the more frantic you are.

Eventually, you settle on a short black dress, showing just enough leg and cleavage without looking like you’re about to hit up a club. You’re finishing the last of your make-up as the doorbell goes. 7pm on the dot.

You open the door to see Hinata grinning, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, and your heart melts. He’s wearing a fitted emerald green shirt, tight across his chest and arms, in contrast to the fiery orange of his hair. If you hadn’t noticed the change in him before, you wouldn’t be able to ignore it now.

But Hinata’s smile falters as he sees you. He blinks once, twice, his mouth dropping open. His eyes trail down your body as his ears turn hot pink.

“Holy shit,” he exclaims.

It’s your turn to blush under the intensity of Hinata’s gaze. You gesture for him to come inside and he does as you close the door behind him. You barely have time to turn around before Hinata closes the space between you, forcing you to press your back against the door.

Hinata scoops his hand under your jaw, tilting your face up to his. You can feel the heat radiating off him as he dips his head, his other hand finding your waist. When he kisses you, he feels like molten fire.

Hinata’s lips are soft but his grip on your jaw is firm, only a fraction of his strength. You clutch at the hard muscles of his back, anchoring yourself to him. When his lips part yours to deepen the kiss, you give no resistance. His tongue meets your own as you moan into his mouth, melting under his touch. Hinata’s body responds, his cock hardening until you can feel it pressed against your lower stomach.

When he pulls away, you’re both breathless.

“I’m sorry.” He presses his forehead against yours. “I had a whole plan but when I saw you…”

Hinata tightens his grip on you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he cradles the back of your skull.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he finishes, shaking his head. “I wanted it to be perfect for you.”

“It was perfect,” you tell him and it’s the truth.

You’re almost dizzy and your skin feels like it’s on fire. You’ve always missed your best friend but now you crave him. Your hands run up his back as you reach up to kiss him again.

“Fuck…” he mumbles against your mouth. “I don’t wanna stop.”

“Then let’s not stop,” you say, kissing across his jaw.

“The reservation…” Hinata’s hips grind against yours on instinct as your lips reach his neck. “Our – ah – date…”

He groans as you lick across his windpipe, his bulge now apparent as he continues to grind it against you, his body moving of its own accord.

“I waited so long to show you…” He sounds so upset with himself.

“Sho.” You take his face in your hands, looking at him. His eyes are half-lidded and glazed over. “All I want is you. I don’t need anything else.”

Hinata’s face softens. He leans forward to bury his face in your neck.

“I missed you so much,” he says, voice muffled. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You reach around to run your fingers through his vibrant hair, feeling him shudder with pleasure under your touch.

“Show me,” you whisper.

Hinata’s resolve crumbles. He’s spent so long taming his impulsive side, the part of him that moves without thinking, without regard for consequences. But now you’re in front of him, asking him to take you, and the rest of the world goes white.

He dips his head to kiss you again, this time with intent. His hands grab at you, fingers digging into your flesh as he presses you flush to him, trapping you between his body and the door.

As his tongue laps into your mouth, he reaches down to grab your thigh, holding it up and forcing your dress to ride up over your hips. His bulge grinds against your clothed pussy, the friction making your clit throb with need. You tilt your head back and sigh as Hinata trails wet kisses down your neck.

With two layers of fabric between you, you start to whine, needing more. Hinata’s spent years wondering what you sound like, imagining the noises he could get you to make, but nothing compares to hearing you for the first time.

His movements are frantic, hooking his fingers over the hem of your panties before tugging them down. They’re not even fully off, still dangling around your ankle when Hinata unzips his jeans, pushing them down just enough for his cock to spring free.

Now it’s happening – now it’s finally happening – he can’t hold back. He grabs your ass with both hands, lifting you until you can feel his fat tip pressing against your hole.

“Are you okay?” he breathes. His cheeks are flushed pink, his lips red and swollen. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready, Sho. I need you.”

Hinata presses you against the door as he pushes himself inside. He doesn’t want to go too fast, doesn’t want to hurt you, but as soon as he feels your walls around him, he can’t help himself. He pumps in and out of you shallowly, desperate for more friction from your heavenly pussy without going too deep too fast.

“Ah!” you gasp as he penetrates your needy hole, the ridges around his mushroom tip stimulating your nerves in a way that makes your thighs quiver.

You wrap your legs around him, encouraging him deeper. Hinata is more than happy to oblige, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he sinks his cock further inside you. You grip the hard muscles of his shoulders, feeling him reach the sensitive spot inside you.

When you open your eyes, you see Hinata watching your face intently, a notch between his brows. His eyes have done dark, that same intense look in his face when he’s locked onto something. Or someone.

Hinata’s cock slides back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you and you know it’s pushing you close to the edge.

“T-there, Sho…” you whimper. “Right there, fuck-!”

Your voice is so sweet, so high with lust and need. Hinata picks up his speed, fucking you so hard the door rattles behind you. You didn’t know he had this in him, this feral side, but you’re more than happy to be on the other end of it. Your cunt is drooling over his cock, only making it easier for him to fuck you as hard as he wants.

“Sho, I’m… I’m gonna…”

You dig your nails into his shoulders, your toes curling as he brings you to orgasm.

Your plush, slick walls massage his cock, quivering around him as you cum. Hinata’s stroked himself to the thought of you before - many times - but nothing comes close to this. His fist can’t compare to the way you milk his cock, so hot and tight. But it’s your face that Hinata can’t stop watching.

The way your lips part, your features contorting in pleasure, your eyes glazed over with lust. Hinata knew when he left for Brazil that he loved you. He didn’t think he could fall any further. Until now.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans, his cock throbbing, knowing he’s close. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Even as he cums, Hinata can’t stop fucking you. He unleashes thick ropes of cum inside you, still pumping in and out, a flurry of curses falling from his lips. The mix of your fluids is indescribable, the noise of your sloppy cunt only spurring him on. He keeps going until he can’t cum anymore, until it’s almost painful. Only then does he pull out, a flood of his cum following, running down your thigh.

“Holy shit,” Hinata gasps, releasing his grip on you so you can stand.

When your legs quake, he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you up.

“Fuck, Sho…” you huff out laughter.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, running a hand over his face. “Fuck.”

Hinata glances down at where your dress is stained with his cum and winces.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Here, let me clean you up. Where’s the bathroom? I’ll run you a bath.”

“Slow down,” you laugh. “Let me look at you a second, okay?”

You reach up to cup his face and he rests his hand on yours, turning to kiss your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Let’s make up for lost time, hm?” you say with a smile and Hinata looks at you like you’re made of sunshine.

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