#haikyuu x m!reader

[malereadermaniac]

His cheerleader ~ Tanaka & Bokuto (separate) x Male Reader

Your boyfriend needs to let some steam out after a match This was requested by @mailmango and I really liked the idea so here we are - Bokuto has a little story to him but Tanaka is just smut LOLLLL so Tanaka is shorter sozz Top!Bokuto / Top!Tanaka x Bottom!Reader CW: Giving brief oral / Body worship (both) / Scent kink (both) / Musk & sweat (both) / Feet (Bokuto) / Underwear (Tanaka) Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI word count: 2.1k

MSYB Bokuto

Your relationship with Bokuto was the talk of the country; being the boyfriend of one of the most popular and celebrated Volleyball players in the world really put your name out there. However, one draw back of your relationship with the owl-headed man being so public was that people online had zero boundaries, which meant your sex life being discussed on the daily! Now, similarly to a car-crash, you didn't like that this was happening but you couldn't exactly look away; so you were reading almost every little comment and post surrounding the ideas that fans of Bokuto and your relationship with him propose. The main 'fan-theory' being that you were in fact the one topping Bokuto, and he was the one getting backshots from you every night... Oh how they couldn't be more wrong!

Now, the fans' theories were based in some loose fact, you'd give them that. Bokuto is very public with his adoration for you, the player being a person very fond of PDA to begin with, and he isn't afraid to let his reputation as a 'handsome, playboy jock' falter if it means he can receive your attention in turn. Fans see Bokuto's clinginess towards you as 'bottom behaviour', and they love to make edits featuring the muscular man cuddling into you or following you around like a lost puppy as you hold his hand and drag him along; but what fans don't see is how you and Bokuto are behind closed doors. That isn't to say that Bokuto immediately switches up in private and is a mega machoman, but rather just that in certain situations, Bokuto takes on a more dominant role; even if that is a softer dominant role than your standard dom.

Which takes us to the present moment, the crowds' cheering echoing within the giant arena as your handsome boyfriend and his team wreck the shit out of whatever team they were playing against. You cheer Bokuto on from the VIP section, shouting his name and holding your hands up in support; and once the that winning spike is shot by no other than your man, the crowd, including you, erupts in screams and shouts of joy and pride as 'The Jackals' win the match and qualify for the international championship. You watch as your boyfriend quickly celebrates with his teammates, and as expected, the man hastily darts his eyes around the VIP section and meets his gaze with yours; which leads to the ace of the team running up into the stands and rushing to your side, placing his hands on your body and holding you tight as he embraces you, following the gesture with a smile and then giving you a prolonged peck on the lips. Of course, because of this romantic, public gesture, the crowd around you swooned and 'awwed' as you and your sticky, sweaty, tired boyfriend make your way to the changing rooms.

As the two of you make your way to the private changing room provided for Bokuto (the arena being fancy enough to give each player their own suite), the man beside you rambles about his game and the highs and lows, ensuring to ask 'did you see-?' at every new moment to make sure you saw 'how awesome he was out there'. But very quickly after you both entered the privacy of his changing room, the adrenaline from the game had caught up to Bokuto, which had resulted in the man popping a fat boner; it also didn't help that the owl-head could hear you cheer him on the whole game, you were practically teasing him, and you also looked so fucking sexy right now, wearing a spare jersey of his. Almost immediately, Bokuto had gotten fully naked, his muscular, sweaty body on full display as the exhausted man sat on the changing bench; his body looked insane, buldging, veiny muscles on his arms and thighs, his armpits and pubes practically steaming from the heat they were giving off, and his bare feet big and sweaty - your boyfriend looked straight-up manly, it was hot. You both wasted no time getting down to business, Bokuto showing off his muscles as he let you kiss him all over; lapping at your boyfriends sweaty body and marking him, smelling his musk after his tiring match. You made out with the muscular man before you as you toyed with his fat, sweaty dick, jerking your boyfriend off at a slow pace as you feel up his veins, his thick shaft and tip, the bottom of your fist rubbing against his drenched forest of pubes at Bokuto's base. The volleyball player dominated your mouth with his tongue, playing with your own muscle as he pushed his head against yours, his sweaty forehead feeling a wave of relief due to your own skin being colder than Bokuto's.

Breaking away from the kiss, you move down your boyfriend's body, kissing his abs as you work your way down to Bokuto's pride; his huge cock. You play around with the man's dick, rubbing it against your face as you inhale his intoxicating musk, gently toying with his boiling, saggy balls and kissing them as you keep smelling Bokuto's manly scent. Eventually, you let the musky man get some form of release as you briefly suck and lick at his cock, making the man above you moan and bring his massive, rough volleyballer hands to your head to keep you on his shaft. You lick at every veiny and suck on his tip, letting his salty precum wash over your tongue like a drop of water to a dehydrated man, and once you deemed Bokuto weakened enough by your sloppy lapping of his dick, you give him the satisfaction of feeling your throat around him. For no longer than five minuets, you give your deserving, hard-working boyfriend the sloppiest, most pornographic blowjob, taking his long shaft all the way down your throat and gagging on him cock, stuffing his grey, bushy pubes into your nose to ensuring he was the only thing you could smell. And just as Bokuto started to sound like a moaning whore, you pop off of his dick with a lewd slurp and move down his muscular thighs, savouring your boyfriend's whines and moans as you continue to jack off his now sopping dick. You move your head lower down and Bokuto knows what you want straight away, raising his sweaty foot up to your face, allowing your to stuff your face and nose into his massive, manly feet as you continue to jerk him off - the scent of his musky feet after a game being enough to get you harder than steel.

By the time all of Bokuto's teammates were out at an expensive bar or club celebrating, you two were still in your boyfriend's changing room, now going at it like rabbits. With you on Bokuto's lap, your sweaty thighs rub against his own as the man roughly bounces you up and down on his cock, his veiny hands gripping onto your hip and asscheek as Bokuto cycles making out with you and biting you and leaving hickeys on you. The air in the room had become 80% musk and sweat from the both of you from how much effort you were both putting into blowing off some steam, and the two of you couldn't complain about it; your scents mixing together to make some sort of aphrodisiac, forcing you and Bokuto to power through and just keep fucking. By the end of the night, you and your handsome boyfriend could barely walk; Bokuto's body broken from his match and fucking you like a beast, and your legs and back behaving like gelatin from your boyfriend's ruthlessness. But to really make the moment even funnier than watching two grown men struggle to walk to their apartment's door, Bokuto bursts out laughing whilst reading something on his phone - and after being shown, you laugh as well. Many comments on a beautifully shot photo of Bokuto hugging you in the stands were saying that it 'confirms' Bokuto as the bottom - if only they fuckin' knew...

College Tanaka

Dating one of the players on your college volleyball team came with some responsibilities, mainly having to support them during every match they played; which you weren't opposed to, you liked the idea of being Tanaka's cheerleader. What you didn't expect to follow your cheers and shouts of celebration for you handsome boyfriend was flilthy, desperate, sweaty, post-game sex! This excitable man will dash towards you after a game and drag you towards his dorm (which is very near to the sports facilities because of course this man is doing sports at college) and immediately start to make out with you while he strips himself and you. You very quickly learnt that Tanaka just needs to have sex with you after a match to get out his leftover energy, and you really aren't against that! Oh, and you also quickly learnt that this buzzed man has a HUGE thing for sweaty, post-game sex...

Tanaka will lay on his bed, hands behind his head to flex his huge biceps and to show off his pits and just expectantly look at you; and you know what he wants, your sexy, muscular, musky boyfriend wants you to worship his body like a fucking bitch. Tanaka will almost cum just from watching and feeling you run your hands up and down his sweaty, veiny muscles; this man will moan as you shove your face into his pits, as you kiss at his abs, and as you lap at his bushy, sweaty pubes. Your perverted boyfriend also really likes to get you drunk off of his smell, so anything he can do to get your pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head from a lack of clean air, he will do! And this includes tying his loose, soaked underwear from his match around your face so that his scent is the only thing entering your nose. God damn Tanaka gets such a high off of dominating all of your senses, especially your sense of smell; it just makes him feel so damn manly and strong!

And once your provocative, musky boyfriend has had his fill of you worshiping and praising his manly, built body, Tanaka likes to get you between his legs, licking his sweaty cock n balls as he fists at your hair. This man sounds like a fucking porn star with the moans and dirty words escaping his mouth as you suck him off, the buzzed man moaning your name and variations of 'fuck yeah' and 'good' as you slobber on his dick and deepthroat him, letting your saliva trickle down your chin and subsequently his heavy, hot balls. Tanaka likes to have your nose pushed against his pube-scattered base, making you smell him and only him as tears fall from your eyes due to his massive cock gagging you; the vulgar sounds you make mixed with the pleasant feeling of your throat tightening around his cock almost always makes Tanaka cum in your mouth. The two of you fuck like animals after Tanaka's sick little kinks are satisfied, usually with you in some sort of mating press as your animalistic, perverted boyfriend pounds his thick, veiny cock into your tight hole, spewing filthy words your way and focusing on your cockdrunk face as his briefs act as an accessory to your pretty, fucked-out face.

After a couple rounds of you horny boyfriend shooting his thick load either inside of you or somewhere on your face/body, the two of you just lay down together - bathing in the after glow of your multiple orgasms and trying to ignore the sticky feelings across your bodies. Tanaka likes to take photos during these times, just to keep locked away in his phone for his eyes only; he especially likes the selfies he takes of himself and you, bedsheets barely hiding your dicks as your fucked-out body rests beside him, marks and liquids covering both your body and Tanaka's as the man gives the cheekiest grin to the camera. But after a little photo shoot, your dreamy boyfriend goes full-on aftercare mode and treats you like royalty - drawing the both of you a bath and cleaning up not only the both of you, but the entire room within a couple of minutes; Tanaka is amazing really, he has you comfy and cuddling him in a clean bed and aired out room within half an hour, you can't help but keep falling in love with him!

[sonderonpluto]

bokuto is like a cat in the wee hours of the night—either begging for attention or getting himself into mischief. Tonight he happens to be in the first mood.

“just one more kiss baby, please?” he asks with his head underneath your shirt. you two have been in this position for about ten minutes, sharing quick kisses and tasting the left overs of each others minty toothpaste.

you yawn with exhaustion,”koutarou you need to go to sleep.”

he pouts and rolls you over on top of him before saying,”please, just one and then we can go to bed.”

you were going to deny him again before noticing how slow his speech was. he was definitely tired too, despite his insistency.

you take his head out of your shirt and grab the sides of his face, peppering kisses across his forehead, cheeks, and finally lips.

“are you satisfied now?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his face.

“yes!” he exclaims, allowing you to roll back off of him and place an arm across his torso as you both doze off.

[tomasweetheart]

UNKNOWN / NTH — o. tōru x m!reader

sypnosis: self-proclaimed loverboy oikawa tōru always goes out of his way to see you.

warnings: oikawa snuck out, reader & oikawa are in 3rd year of hs here, the term boyfriend used is used in reference to reader but no formal pronouns mentioned, oikawa calls reader sweet angel, baby, babe, and just plain angel, fluff (sickeningly sweet), OIKAWA WITH HIS GLASSES 💘

notes: idc if he's a teenage boy, oikawa smells nice i know it.

At three a.m. exactly, you can hear the loud ricochet of pebbles off your window. You try to ignore it, you really do, but the noises get more aggressive with each passing second. It seems whoever is trying to get your attention isn't letting up.

With a small groan, you sit up and get out of bed. Trudging to your window, you don't even bother to look out of it as you open it. You open your eyes and scan, until it lands on a small brown patch of hair.

Oikawa is staring up at you with a boyish grin. His cheeks are flushed a light pink from the harsh October air and his glasses are slowly slipping down his nose.

"Hi sweetheart," he calls in a hoarse voice, shoving his hands in the pockets of his light blue hoodie, "mind letting me in?"

You can't help the small smile that breaks out on your face as you shut the window. You quickly make your way downstairs and open the door.

When Oikawa comes in, he tries to give you a kiss, but you stop him and point towards the stairs. He only looks at you and nods as you two tiptoe up the steps to your room, holding back shared mischievous giggles.

After you shut the door to your room, Oikawa wraps an arm around you and kisses you sweetly, your own arms loosely wrapping around his neck.

He tastes sweet, like amaretto coffee creamer, something you didn't find yourself enjoying until you met him.

"How is my sweet angel doing, huh?" he whispers against your lips, resting his forehead against his, "Miss me?"

"Tōru, I saw you earlier today," you respond in a giggle, "why are you here so late, huh? Don't you know I'm not supposed to have boys over?"

"What, a guy can't miss his boyfriend? That's blasphemous, babe," he replied with a smirk, letting his arm fall from your chest as he sits on your bed, "...I couldn't sleep." he admitted honestly.

You give him a soft look, turning off the light in your room and laying down on the bed. You open your arms and gesture to him.

He gives you another smile, taking off his glasses and shoes as he makes himself comfortable in your arms. His head resting under your chin while you hold him close.

You buried your face into his hair as you inhaled his scent, finding comfort in the way he smelt like freshly made cinnamon rolls on a cold day.

"I love you," Oikawa whispered against your skin, his eyes shutting whilst you ran your fingers through his hair, letting out a deep content sigh, "I'll never love anyone more than you...you're it for me."

A small giggle escaped past your lips as you put your chin on his head once again, "You're so sappy, Tōru."

"No, no I mean it," he said with conviction, pulling away from your neck and looking you in the eyes, "I love you more than life itself, I don't know what I'd do without you...you're it for me."

"Tōru, don't...don't say that," you replied softly, "love me and life equally...because life can be cruel, but life gave me you, and that's more than I could have ever wanted."

His cheeks flushed crimson as he looked at you, before he let out a laugh, "Geez, and I'm the sappy one...?" he asked, once he calmed down, the serious tone in hiw voice returned, "I just...I don't want to lose you, angel."

"You won't, Kawa," you replied, sticking out your pinkie, "I pinkie promise."

Oikawa looked down at your pinkie and then back up at your face, letting out a small giggle and interlocking his pinkie with yours, "Okay," he proclaimed, "okay, neither of us is going anywhere."

He lifted your interlocked pinkies and placed a gentle kiss on them, and then laid his face in the crook of your neck, giving you one last kiss on your collarbone.

"I love you baby." he whispered, his voice slurring slightly as his eyes becoming heavy with sleep.

"I love you too, 'ru," you whispered back with a small smile, hearing quiet snores in return, "sleep well."

[wonderoustime]

you: i love smart people, smart is sexy! tell me a fun fact!

them: lobsters communicate by pissing on ea-

you: shut up shut up shut up

tsukishima, bokuto (he just learned this), oikawa, kuroo, saeko, kita (he secretly likes teasing and annoying you with stuff like this)

[atsukinakae]

Could you do a ftm!reader x oikawa and iwa (or whoever you feel like writing) where he wishes he could play volleyball but cant due to medical stuff (or due to being transgender, where i am sadly it is illegal and the only thing stopping me, that might go into too angsty tho) but likes to watch their practices, and brungs stuff for theur teammates constantly (aka food or lil charms. You get the picture)

And games?

Oikawa x manager ftm reader x Iwaizumi

I am really sorry about the fact that you can't and hope that someday you could play,also have some virtual warm hugs and kisses⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

Where I live it is frowned upon for a trans boy to play as a team and I have not met anyone with a similar situation.

I wish I could play...

Due to the fact that you were a trans guy you couldn't play volleyball and that made it worse,but not everything was going to be angsty and sad,you had your team with you and your partners by your side.

The shock that was in everyone when they found out that they were having a manager,A MANAGER?!😦

Yeah,nobody including the couch never thought that someone will ever agree to be Seijoh's manager but still they were happy.

"You can come in", everyone's eyes on the door,just watching.You got scared about the fact that everyone's were on you but still acted calm."Hello,i'm m/n and I will be your manager from on,nice to meet you"you bowed.

The first and second years were too stuned by your charms that were just staring,the third years introduced you to everyone and explaining the rules and you had to do,except for the brown haired boy who was just sobbing after a black haired boy smacked him.

After a few months of being their manager you had learned how much this boys loved and cared about you especially Iwaizumi and Oikawa.

~ Being their manager meaned to fill the bottles,writing notes,cleaning and helping on everything that you could but also giving them forehead kisses,hugs,head pats and a lot of compliments and comfort for they loosed.

~ The whole team going to your house to spend the afternoon playing games, watching móviles and having sleepovers.

~Gosh,you loved theses boys and your partners,but that pissed you was that everytime Oikawa's fangirls see you will immediately surround you, you're just stading there,body freezed not knowing what to do,just trying to find your boyfriends or anyone on the team.Luckely the couch came to save from those girls,"thanks couch I was too panicked by them".Poor boy,after what happened your team saw your panicked face and tried to find out the reason while you were just trying to calm yourself down."M/n what happened?" "Oikawa's fangirls surrounded me again".After that incident the boys were more protective being around you so the girls won't make you uncomfortable ever again.

~"I'm done with this team,you don't even listen to your captain"said the setter while dramatically walked towards the gym door.

"Go wherever you want but m/n and Iwaizumi won't be going with you"That was Matsukawa's response before he left the gym.

When you entered the gym after changing to your manager uniformnyou saw that everyone was there except Oikawa,it surprised you a bit,he rarely missed practice."You know were is Oikawa?"you asked the first years,"He left the gym just before you came,saying we don't listen to him".A few minutes later Oikawa entered the gym and runned towards you hugging."I thought that you would never come back"you said with a smile on your face."How could I leave my pretty and adorable boyfriend behind"he said while buring his face on your neck for some comfort

~On days where you didn't have practice,you will play volleyball in the park with the first years,go on dates with your boyfriends,like a picnic under the blossoms trees,make homemade food,go to a cat cafes,etc.

Eventhought the fact that you were trans made the situation worse and couldn't the thinghs that you liked of fear of being judged,your team would do anything for you to see that pretty smiled on your face."M/n san,can we go to the park on saturday to play volleyball,please?"asked Yahaba with Watari by your side waiting for your answer.In the end you accepted and you more fun that what expected.

[atsullia]

I'm back woah.

i cant believe I've had this blog for 3 fucking years- i didnt realize how long time has past. I'm going un-privatized my old haikyuu x male reader and gn reader stuff. So I apologized for anyone getting spammed with notifications. I've always thought my old works were cringey af and seeing how some got like 200-500 ish notes is really surprising to me. But now I'm embracing my cringey old self.

I made this blog 3 years ago, and the person who inspired this blog is @totiredtowrite. After trying to find x male reader stuff i found his blog which led me to write my own fanfics. I remember being so happy after being tumblr mutuals, it's kinda stupid but I enjoyed knowing someone I looked up to for writing was enjoying my works/fics.

Haikyuu is a big part of my life and it kept me content, especially during quarantine. After a while I stopped writing eventually, a hiatus- and since the haikyuu fandom started to die down. But after the movie was out, it went back to being alive.

I started writing again because of another blog, @maochira. Thanks to them I found my joy in writing again but in a new fandom, blue lock.

I'll still continue writing fanfics of haikyuu, blue lock, and etc.

Some of my old followers from my haikyuu era might not recognize this blog and might think, who tf is this guy?- I've changed my username multiple times(aikobi, then susujahe and now astullia)

So to cut the constant yapping. In short, I'll be making my old writing public. Only some of them. And i'll continue to write new fanfics(gn!reader and male!reader) :D

Thank you to anyone who read this. Thanks to @totiredtowrite, @maochira, and everyone else who supported me!

-Camellia/liege :))

[certifiedloverboy4evr]

REQUEST OPEN !!!!!

[literatooru]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: f!reader x oikawa tōru

warnings: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI) fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, kind of under the influence of alcohol ig? but, like, not really (more sober than drunk), overstim

You both stumble into the apartment, giggling like children excited about sharing a secret only the two of you know. Oikawa’s lips are on yours as soon as you step inside, not even bothering to lock the door as he presses you against the wooden surface. His kiss is insistent as he traces your lips with his tongue to require access, which you gladly grant him. He moans mid-kiss, shrugging his jacket off and unbuttoning your blouse with fumbling fingers. He seems to be having a bit of trouble with the few last ones.

“Ah, screw it,” he says, ripping the garment open, the buttons flying in every direction.

“Tōru!” you huff, tossing the useless fabric to the side.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he says, attacking your collarbone with hungry lips.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly to get a soft moan out of him, and you gasp when he gives a harsh suck on your skin.

“You always say that, but you keep breaking them.”

He snorts against your neck, pulling back to look at you with bright eyes. His cheeks are tinged a soft shade of pink, his hair is all over the place and there’s a big, simpering grin on his lips. He’s definitely tipsy, although not one hundred percent drunk. Let’s say he’s simply in a happy, bubbly mood — and you are too, which is why you can’t help but laugh at the silly expression on his face.

“Sorry,” he says with a chuckle, pulling you back in for another messy kiss and whispering against your lips, “I’m just a little desperate. Always am when it comes to you.”

It’s true, but that’s how it’s always been. He can never wait to kiss you, have his hands on you, hold you. He loves being with you, and discovering new thing about you — he loves you. Don’t ever tell him to hold back, because that’s just something impossible for him when you’re involved.

You curl your arms around his neck and chuckle when he starts walking, pulling you along toward the kitchen, since it’s the closest place with a firm surface. You both let out silly laughs, discarding pieces of clothing along the way. You laugh especially hard when Oikawa almost trips trying to get rid of his jeans, letting out a soft curse and a sheepish chuckle.

He hoists you up to sit you on the countertop, unclasping your bra and diving his head to wrap his eager mouth around one of your pebbled nipples. You arch your back and hold the back of his head to press him even closer to you, moaning. Then, you give a surprised yelp when he gives a way too enthusiastic nip.

“Someone’s excited,” you say, pushing his head back.

“Sorry,” he repeats with a soft giggle, biting his lip as his hand glides down your body until it finds its way between your legs. Your lips part open with a soft gasp when he draws teasing circles with the tips of his fingers over your underwear, and you curl your fingers around the border of the countertop. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he breathes out, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck to bring your face closer to his.

The kiss grows heated with each passing second, and the movements of his fingers become faster and more precise. He pays close attention to the soft moans you let out against his mouth, the noises making blood rush straight to his cock. He hooks his thumb to pull your panties aside. It's easy for him to push two fingers past your entrance what with how wet you are for him, eager and ready, and he starts working you slowly, his fingers curling in a come hither motion deep inside you. You press your balled up fists against his chest, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, soft mewls and gasps falling off your lips as you buck your hips against his hand.

“Tōru…”

“Feels good, cutie?” he whispers, using the heel of his palm to stimulate your clit.

You only manage to nod, scattering open-mouthed kisses on his chest, biting gently on the his smooth skin every now and then. He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, cursing when he feels you clenching around his digits, and the only thing he can think about is how much he wants to be balls deep inside you, filling you up to the brim. He’s torn between finally giving in and teasing you just a tad longer, but he’d much rather focus on you, so he tugs on your panties to get them out of the way.

With a sufficient grin on his face, he drops down on his knees and parts your legs open with gentle hands, licking his lips hungrily, eyes never wavering from your glistening folds. He watches in awe how you clench around thin air when he moves his face closer and blows lightly on you, chuckling when he notices your knuckles have turned white around the countertop.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs, running a teasing finger between your folds. You whimper, hips bucking up on instinct, chasing his finger when he withdraws it. He licks his lips once more as though he’s just been presented with the most delicious dish on earth, and in a second his mouth is on you. He laps at your arousal, gathering your slick on his tongue and swirling it around the area to savor it, humming in delight with his face buried between your legs. He groans even louder when you pull on his hair, rolling your hips against his face as the most sinful sounds leave your lips. “Fuck, taste so good. My sweet, sweet girl.”

“Tōru, I want you,” you breathe out, panting heavily.

He smirks against you, holding your thighs in place.

“Mm, let me have my fun first, won’t you?” he says, looking up at you from between your legs just as he lashes his tongue against your clit.

He loves seeing how your brows scrunch up when wraps his lips around your nub and sucks, how you arch your back and your mouth falls open to let out the most delicious sounds when he licks a long strip along your pussy, from the bottom to the top, slowly making out with it afterward, his nose bumping against your bundle of nerves with each lick. Your legs tremble as you squeeze his head between them, and you curse loudly when he pushes his tongue past your entrance, his low groan reverberating against your skin.

“Shit— Tōru! Feels so good… so good,” you babble, clapping a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from being to loud, but he’s not having any of that. He brushes his glossy lips against you, shooting you a disapproving look. “Please,” you beg, your voice muffled behind your hand.

He reaches out to grab your arm and pulls it down, placing your hand on top of his head instead, encouraging you to bury it in his hair and pull as hard as you wish.

“You’re not cumming unless I can hear you,” he says, happily moving his lips against you once more. He smiles when your fingers curl around his thick, dark brown locks, and you pull so hard that it’s just a little bit painful, but he enjoys it nonetheless.

Your moans only get louder and louder with each stroke of his tongue, and you squirm under his grasp when he adds his fingers. You’re a babbling mess, whimpering and mewling obscenely, struggling to keep it together — which is something you can’t do when Tōru Oikawa is between your legs.

He doesn’t stop until you’re crying out his name, eyes squeezed shut as your first orgasm hits you with the force of a train, his name on your breath like a prayer. You struggle to catch your breath, but he doesn’t give you enough time to do it, already getting to his feet, his underwear dropping to pool around his ankles.

He’s throbbing with desire and need, painfully hard, his cockhead oozing thick drops of pre-cum that slide down his tip. He doesn’t waste a second to align himself with your entrance, pushing the tip in before slowly sinking into you inch by inch. He watches as you suck him right in, your spasming walls clamping down on him viciously, and he curses loudly and digs his fingers into your thighs, desperate for something to hold on to. Your sweet moan is swallowed down his throat, he’s trying to stifle his own desperate groans against your lips, although his attempt proves futile. There’s just something about being inside you that always seems to awaken something in him. He goes feral, can’t hold back when your warm, tight walls are wrapped around him.

Oikawa’s quick to set a pace that has you trembling in his arms, and a series of animalistic groans and moans spill from his lips. He whispers so many things in your ear, how good you feel, how well you take him, how he can feel you squeezing every single inch of him. His eyes are impossibly dark, lips are swollen and a dark shade of pink as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, peppering your soft flesh with gentle kisses that are a big contrast to his thrusts. He’s going fast, hard, and deep, each snap of his hips echoing in the silent kitchen, which is only filled with the sounds of your skins slapping against each other's and the wet squelching of your pussy sucking him in. Your gasps and moans sound so damn erotic to him, and his hips stutter when you clamp down on him.

He holds your waist with firm hands, pulling you toward him until you’re sitting right on the edge of the countertop as he plunges into you. He lets out soft growls and breathes out your name. Oikawa pulls back slightly to take a good look at you, and finds himself breathless. There you are, head lolled back, closed eyes and parted lips. Despite the place being consumed by darkness, he has a clear view of you, the soft shine of the moonlight washing your face and reflecting in your eyes when you open them to give him the most besotted look, and his heart swells in his chest. His pace slows down a little, rolling his hips in a way that reminds you of waves washing up against the shore at the beach.

He strokes your cheek with his knuckles, cupping it afterward and pressing his lips against your forehead. He then lowers his head to meet your lips in a much softer, gentler, velvety kiss that leaves you breathless, and he holds you as close to him as humanly possible, almost like he wants to fuse with you. His hands are warm on your skin, and they make you feel safe, something that only he could ever manage.

“You’re so fucking addictive… like a damn drug,” he groans, dipping his head to shower your chest with light kisses. “I just can’t get enough of you— fuck.” You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, moaning and holding onto him for dear life. It’s astounding how good he can make you feel, and your body shows it. “You feel so good, squeezing me so tight— ngh,” you clench around him once again, and his fingers flex into your skin, his lips pressed against your shoulder as you tug on his damp hair. “You like it when I talk to you? You like it when I tell you how good your cute little pussy feels around my cock?” he asks, a teasing note in his voice that quickly evaporates when you clamp down on him even harder than before. “Oh, you do. You fucking love it, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Tōru,” you gasp, clawing at his back. “You’re so deep!”

“Ah, fuck.” His moan comes out a little more high-pitched, and he whimpers softly, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, holding your head against him. “S-ay my name again.”

And you do, and he simply loses himself in you. He feels drunk, absolutely plastered, but not because of the alcohol he had been drinking — but because of you. Your scent invades all of his senses, and his mind grows cloudy because all he can see, hear, taste, and feel is you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Tōru… Tōru I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna—”

“Go ahead baby, I gotcha. Want you to cream all over my cock.”

“T-touch me… please, ah—”

He snakes a hand between your bodies, deft fingers finding your small bundle of nerves. He uses his fingers to rub on it, your jaw dropping in a silent scream as he touches you.

“Right here? Feels good?”

“God, yes! Yes, yes— fuck!” You scream out his name —among other incoherent things that he doesn’t quite catch, although he gets the general idea—, and your vision becomes blurry with unshed tears of overstimulation, but his fingers never stop. “I’m cumming… Tōru, I’m cumming, I’m—!”

You don’t get to finish your sentence, because suddenly clear liquid is gushing out of you and showering his abdomen, and you cry out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Oikawa lets out and embarrassingly loud, wanton whimper that makes your stomach twist, the sound extremely lewd coming from his lips.

“Holy fuck, did I make you feel that good, pretty girl? Squirting all over my cock like that, shit.” His hips stutter for a moment, his heavy breathing hitting your shoulder when he dips his head, eyes slightly shut. “I’m so close… s’close. Wanna fill you up with my cum.”

“Please, please,” you gasp, riding out your orgasm with slow rolls of your hips, and you shiver in delight.

It’s the simple sight of you that drives him over the edge — a sight he wants to imprint in his eyelids forever. Oikawa dissolves into pleasure, a scalding sensation pooling low in his abdomen as mouth falls open, and he presses it against your shoulder to stifle his obscene whines, his abdomen spasming with each hot rope of cum he spurts out deep inside you, thrusting slowly until you’ve milked every last drop he has to offer, and soft breaths of your name escape his lips like a broken record.

He stays still for a second, enjoying the way you trail your fingers along his glistening back, drawing imaginary shapes on his skin. He kisses your neck and shoulder before pulling out, letting out a soft hiss as his softening cock slides out of you. It takes him a good minute to catch his breath.

He looks up, a drunken smile on his lips, though he’s all sobered up now. You’re just so intoxicating, he could spend every single second of the rest of his days with you, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 7 - Just sit here.

Tetsurou Kuroo x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: this is a repost from my previous account… there is also a part two… I’ll post it later this month😏

Here’s the part 2

Summary: a study session with your friends, turns into a game of discretion and who’d break first, revealing your little game to the others

Word count: 815

CW: NSFW and adult content, university/college AU, cock warming (failed), public sex, fingering, mention of previous sexual activities, voyeurism/Exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight Bokuto moment. -bonus at the end-

You and kuroo had been dating for six months, and in that short amount of time, your sex life had become very interesting. You went from having very basic but still quite satisfying missionary with previous partners; to being eaten out or fucked wherever Kuroo could get you, weather it was in your lecture hall or in an emergency stairwell, or even once in an alleyway after several rounds of drinks.

Kuroo was adventurous to say the least and he brought the best out of you, or perhaps the worst, who’s to say, though he was about to test out comfort in ways you’d never imagine.

Currently you were at the library studying with kuroo and a few of his volleyball friends, as you struggled through your math assignment, you notice kuroo’s fingers disappearing under your skirt, until he reached your panties. You had expected him to slip his fingers in your entrance, it wouldn’t be the first time he had fingered you in public.

Kuroo’s friends weren’t that interested in him, Bokuto was almost always annoyed Akaashi, obviously Akaashi was busy dealing with Bokuto and Kenma was always occupied with his games.

However when kuroo slid your panties off you were confused, though before you could give him a questioning look you noticed him shift and this caused you to look down at his lap you saw he had already undone his pants, ‘there’s no way?!’ You thought “I only want you to keep this big cock warm baby girl” he whispered to you while slightly stroking himself. As silently and skilfully as you could you got on kuroo’s lap and let him slip into you, slowly lowering yourself you almost cried out, this was the first time kuroo wasn’t wearing a condom and you could feel all of him. Every ridge and vain, scraped against your tight walls. You were both in heaven and you could tell kuroo almost forgot his friends were there because he pushed his hips up when he bottomed out, and this had course you to bump your knee against the table. “You okay y/n? That sounded like it hurt” bokuto asked, “yeah I’m okay” you nodded and focused back on your work. Kuroo leant down to your ear, “baby you feel so good” he whispered, and you could feel your face redden, “I wanna fuck you so hard over this table and make everyone watch” he said causing you to tighten around him and in response he grabbed your thigh and pinched it. You had started to slowly rock your hips in hopes it would make both of you cum, and it was working you could feel yourself tightening around him and he had started to twitch. Get closer and closer you felt him reach his hand down and start playing with your clit, “oh baby I don’t even need to lick my fingers, your pussy’s already sopping wet” he whispered as he traced small circles on your clit, and that was it you dropped your head to the table and held your breath as you came on Kuroo’s rock hard member, feeling all your juices mix with kuroo’s and dripping out of you, the only way you could tell kuroo had cum was by the way he grabbed tightly onto your hips pulling down harder, oh and of course you could feel the warmth of his cum fill you.

Kuroo breathed out so calmly you almost doubted that he had finished, he had the poker face of a master, and so became of this if anyone was going to find out the both of you just finished having sex under the table it’d be because they looked under the table, and that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“Oh akaashi-san you dropped your pencil, I’ll grab it” bokuto said as he disappeared under the table, and you could feel your heart stop, you could also feel one of kuroo’s hands lift your skirt and the fingers on the other hand spread you open so bokuto could see his friend’s cock still very hard and deep inside your cum filled pussy. As bokuto reemerged his face was redder than anything, “hey bokuto, wanna come over to my place after this. I can help you and y/n with chemistry” kuroo wrapped his arms around you and winked at bokuto, and bokuto just gave a single nod, he knew exactly what kuroo was talking about and so did you.

-Bonus-

CW: Double penetration, rough sex.

You laid against kuroo’s chest, as his hips roughly trusted upwards, and his hands grabbed your ass cheeks spreading them so bokuto could trust into your ridiculously tight asshole. Bokuto was being twist as rough with you, he had one hand pushed your cheek into kuroo’s chest and the other held your hip to stop it from moving, both men grunted while you whimpered and cried...

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 6 - Suguru Geto: Paying tribute.

Day 8 - Kakashi Hatake: Overstimulation

[malereadermaniac]

Cool about it. - Kuroo x Male Reader

I recommend looping the song while reading this <3 Tinge of angst with fluffy end word count: 1.6k m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

Your chest hurt

You're used to the feeling, though it doesn't make it hurt any less

Walking home with Kuroo was a daily occurrence, just like his bragging about the number of confessions he had received that day

He always tries to tease you about how you "get no action (n/n)"

He doesn't know you're gay

You've tried to tell him before, but you chickened out after looking into your bestfriends eyes for a second too long

"And then there was this girl in my chem class............."

Kuroo babbles on

It hurts you

You get that funny feeling in your chest everything he talks about girls

But you never let your facade slip, and continue to pretend that you're interested and support him

By this point, it may as well be method acting

"How come you don't crush on any girls, (n/n)?"

" 'cause I don't like girls."

You didn't even think

It just slipped out

"Oh..."

You look up at the taller man with fear in your eyes

But he has a smirk on his lips

"How come you don't have the guys lining up then?" He teases

It didn't affect him whatsoever

Kuroo is a good friend to you, unconditional support no matter what

Anyone would be lucky to have a friend like him, so why did his support kill you on the inside

It gives you butterflies in the worst way possible...

"Hey! Wait for me, (n/n)!" Kuroo shouts from behind you

You tried to escape early today. Your heart couldn't really take more of his girl blabber

"Oh, sorry, Kuroo" you say with a small smile

The walk I again filled with his own talk about girls

But he pauses at one moment

"About what you said yesterday...."

"We don't have to talk about it" you interrupt quickly

You smile up at him and keep walking

Kuroo sighs but smiles back

Truth be told, Kuroo always rejected the girls that asked him out

He had put it down to the fact that a relationship would only add more stress to his life - he already gets only 4 hours of sleep because of his parents fighting

But recently, he's been thinking that he'd also rather spend time with you

And if he were I a relationship, then that would mean he couldn't

But he kept the thought to himself as he walked you home

Lying in bed late at night was something you usually did

But you looked at the alarm clock at said "3:00" in big red numbers and sighed

Those evil butterflies have returned, you'd been thinking about Kuroo again

Tears flowed down your cheeks as you breathed shallowly

You'd wished he was less of a good person

You'd wished that Kuroo would just be cruel about it and drop you after he'd found out you liked guys

But he didn't

He did the bare-minimum but it still made your heart flutter after he'd accepted you so easily

You lie on your side and continue to cry until your ducts are dry

Thinking about Kuroo until you'd fallen asleep

Just 10 minuets away, Kuroo was also awake in bed

Listening as his parents argue about idiotic things

He doesn't want a relationship like theirs

Kuroo's thoughts drift as his parents' argument fades into the background

He doesn't ever want a marriage like his parents. He wants to be friends with his lover

Get to know them really well, as well as he knows you

Then his thoughts drift to thoughts of you

Kuroo really liked you, the two of you clicked immediately when you were sat together in English

He was closer to you than with Kenma, and that's saying a lot

From admiring you as a friend, Kuroo's thoughts moved on to how cute you were

You took his teasing with a blush, and even teased him back sometimes

He then thought about how cute you looked - his type exactly but as a guy instead of a girl

He liked the nicknames you'd given each other, sort of like pet names

After a solid half an hour, Kuroo noticed his parents had gone to sleep and shut up, and that he'd been thinking about you for half an hour...

And his thoughts were definitely not very 'no homo'

A funny feeling filled his stomach as he thought about you again

Kuroo fell asleep finally, but the thought of you didn't leave his mind

School the next day was a little different

Kuroo still met you early in the morning to walk with you, and there was the normal complaining about his parents

He only did that with you, he was comfortable around you

But his blabber about girls was missing, it gave you a well needed break...

During English, you noticed him staring at you a lot

"You good, Roo?" You whisper warmly

His eyes stared into yours for a second too long

"I'm great..." he whispers with a smile, it made your heart pang

You wish you could have him as more than a friend, but it'll pass (you hope)

You'll forget about it.

Break and lunch was normal with the guys, but Kuroo was a lot more touchy with you than normal

An arm around the shoulder was normal, but asking you to feed him as he sat behind you and hugged you was strange

You'd almost had it by the end of volleyball

He kept looking over to you and smirking, it made you feel uneasy

And when one of the guys asked him about the girl in chem

Kuroo responded in a way that made you feel sick yo your stomach

"Nah, I'd rather spend time with (n/n) than her"

You were silent on your way back home, mumbling responses to Kuroo's "are you okay?"s

You felt ill from the mix of emotions

When you felt his hand on yours, you snapped

Your heart was pounding, and your face went pale

"WHAT IS UP WITH YOU TODAY??!"

Lucky you were both in front of your house and not in the middle of the street

"What do you mean, (n/n)?" Kuroo tries to reach for you and calm you down

"Don't (n/n) me, Kuroo. You've made my day hell today with all the mixed signals... I guess you figured it out and decided to tease me. You've taken it too far!"

Kuroo was worried

Worried to lose you over something he had no idea about, worried that this argument reminded him of his parents, worried him that he may lose you as more than just a friend

"Mixed signals? What do you mean, (y/n)??"

Kuroo was pleading, his face full of sadness and worry

"Don't play dumb... you figured out I like you and... and you're being a dick about it"

Kuroo's world stops

"You... like me?" Kuroo says confused, but then a smile starts to form

"Great..." tears spill from your eyes

"You didn't know and now I've told you. I'm sorry, Kuroo... you can pretend you never heard that." You say as your tears drop onto your shirt and the floor

You rush into your house, locking the door as Kuroo shouts for you to come back put and talk

A day passed by

Kuroo tried to talk to you in the morning, but you shut him down with a short "later"

Everyone noticed the two of you weren't talking

Your day was consumed by him, and vice versa

It felt like you were drowning in the emotions and thoughts of only one thing: Kuroo

By routine, you head over to the volleyball court

"(Y/n) we have to talk"

Your skin crawls and you jump from the surprise

You turn around and see a glum looking Kuroo

"Yeah, we need to talk about it at some point..."

The two of you head towards a more secluded area

Your hearts racing

Your chest is in an indescribable kind of pain

You feel so ill, you might hurl

"I'll start, I guess..." you say quietly

Kuroo stays quiet and listens

"I promise I didn't like like you since the beginning... I did see you as a friend. It's just that for the past year, I've had these feelings that I can't explain"

"I think I know the feeling you're talking about, (n/n).... that panging feeling in your chest and heart"

You feel warm from the nickname

You look into his eyes and smile

"Yeah... those fucking butterflies..."

"I'm sorry that I like you, it's a lot to put on you... plus you like girls so I know it's an impossible situation" you say with a defeated chuckle as your eyes fall to the ground

"No!"

Kuroo's shout brings your eyes back up to his

"I- I like you too! Or at least... I think so? I've always liked girls but with you... I like you more than any girl I've ever dated! When I think of the kind of relationship I want with someone, I think of the one I have with you! It's all slipped passed me until now but..."

"(Y/n)... I think I'm in love with you!"

Your heart skips a beat

Tears flood your eyes, and you and Kuroo both go in for a hug

Not for a kiss, there's still a lot more talking to do before you can both get the sweet relief of a kiss

But a tight, long hug will do for now

Those evil butterflies have been replaced with good ones

You're chest no longer hurts

[sauvhffp]

★| should've just told me.

sypnosis: you and ushijima are fuck buddies. he comes to you to let off steam and vice versa. you suddenly confront him and tell him that you want to end things with him and he fucks that idea out of you.

𝅄 ༊࿐⠀ִ⠀ i am ashamed to say that this was inspired by a scenario with an ushijima bot i had in ca.i except i took the route that contained more angry sex

CONTENT WARNING ! — ushijima wakatoshi x m!reader (both are in 3rd yr of college) cockwarming, manhandling, aggressive/angry sex, semi-public sex, mirror sex, hair gripping, ooc, reader and ushi have a heart-to-heart session while ushi jr. is drowning in reader's ass. minors do not interact.

word count ; 2.2k

"Whha—hng!" You clench your teeth as his dick knocks on the entrance of your stomach, forcibly trying to pop its head in the tiny opening for him to be able to fill you up with his seed in the literal way. "Slow dow—ushi!"

You could do nothing but whine, ass swallowing his cock in its full glory. You can't even move an inch, even if you flinch. He's got you elevated in this position; strong arms hooked under your knees, hands gripping your head that's forcibly making you stare at the way his dick was undoubtedly pounding your poor ass, your legs just stupidly swinging up and down along with your still hard, bite-sized, penis.

He was manhandling you in a way he knows you love.

You were someone who loved a good dicking down every now and often. You loved the feeling of going dumb, body aching with pleasure and your brain a mess, unable to think of anything but just cock. Outside that, though, you were a smart, quick-witted guy who excelled in everything academic related.

So with all the stress piling up due to the upcoming finals, you found yourself in search of dick to cool your jets and to not overload your brain with pressure. Of course, you'd have never expected to find someone like him and be in this kind of relationship with the heart of this university's volleyball star; Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You guess it probably was the alcohol you downed three bottles of during that one senior party that influenced the slut in you to make a move on the famously stoic individual you've ever met. I mean, have you seen the guy? He was every woman's wet dream! Including yours, too. Though, you were never truly expecting anything to happen with all your drunkenly spew you called "flirting." You were wholeheartedly expecting a nonchalant response from him, not a body left with bruises and hickies paired with a gaping hole when you woke up in an extravagant motel room.

You've never left him alone since.

How you managed to convince him to use you as an outlet to release his own stress and basically become his personal cumdump was beyond you. It was a story to tell your nephews and aunties in the near future because fucking a hunk; a volleyball dude; was the first for your entire lineage. For now, you were getting fucked like you were nothing but a breathing fleshlight.

"Fffhuu—hgkk!" Ushijima purposely sent a particularly harsh thrust in your ass. His dick was pressed against your prostate, and by gods, did it feel so deliciously painful. Your hands fumbled about, scratching his firm muscle that was hooked beneath your knees from the mind-numbing pleasure. Your face, contorted in pleasure, reflected on the abandoned bathroom mirror of the uni building you both attend in. Your soft, pink tongue peeked out of your mouth, the upper half of it resting on your teeth as thick globs of tears dripped down your starry eyes. The tears contributed to the shine in them. "Uhg—Ushii—!"

"Plea—hngg" Gulping down the spit before you start choking from being unable to breathe, you throw your head back on his shoulder blades as he slowly grinds his cock against your spot. "S—Slow down for a moment—god... Why're you so suddenly—?"

Ushijima, this fucking dickwad (questionable), didn't even let you finish your complaint before continuing his pace. You can't even look at him through the mirror because your body feels so putty, and you're fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the back of your skull. You don't have the strength to raise your head nor grind back on his cock to tease him. The only thing you can do now is grip on his hand, keen, cry, and be used. In any other time, you would have loved this kind of sex, especially because Ushijima was a bit of a freak himself behind that picture of nonchalance.

But like—aren't you supposed to be breaking off this arrangement in the first place...?

"Angh!" You cried out as your dick spurted clear cum. Ushijima sank his teeth on the slope of your neck. He littered soft kisses all over it all the while destroying your insides. He sucked and nipped on the teeth marks he left, sighing when he felt you clench weakly around him. "Hhhng... Seriously..." Sobbing, you can feel him chuckle on your skin. He wasn't even sorry for you. This bastard...

"Wh—What is wrong with you...?" Taking all the remaining strength you have left, you raise your head to look at him through the mirror. "I already missed my 4th lesson because of you. Wh-What the hell is your deal...?!"

"..." Ushijima didn't say anything. Though, when he directly looked at you with a heavy gaze, you felt your heart jump (and ass clench).

"What? D-Don't look at me like that!" You scream in embarrassment, closing your eyes to save yourself from the shame of seeing Ushijima slut you out in the middle of lecture hours. You don't want to have to suck off your professor just to save you from his unfair grading of your marks again. You remember having to skip dinner from the appalling stink that left a bad taste of his unwashed, uncut, dick on your mouth. Ugh. "Are you upset that I said that I didn't want to have sex with you anymore?! Is my bussy that good?!"

Of course, you just had to crack such a hilarious joke when his dick is still perched snuggly inside your ass. You can't even be rewarded with the embarrassment from committing such an atrocious crime cause his dick was pulsing inside you. You can feel it throbbing, feel every length and ridge of its veins. No other dick can ever compare to this guy's, and it's the reality you've come to terms with.

While you were busy shaking—with your ass gobbling his cock like it was the last supper—you failed to notice the stare that Ushijima had been shooting you darkened even more. You could feel his fingertips scrape against your skull when he curled his fingers to grip your hair in his hands, tilting your head so that you could fully face the mirror in front of you.

"[Name]." The tone in his voice made you curl your toes, dick squirting pre. You came so much that it was beginning to sting. "... Open your eyes."

Well, shit. If he's asking like that, you might just sign off your freedom of choice to this guy. You slowly crack your eyes open, eyesight getting trippy from all the harsh movements of before and from clenching your eyes shut. Once you adjust, you look into the mirror. No, you look into Ushijima.

You cum.

In relflex, your legs buck themselves and try to close, but with Ushijima's firm arms locking them in place, spread eagle style, you don't get to save yourself from the shame of squirting from the intensity of his gaze bore into you. You weren't even allowed to look at your squirting dick when the strands of your hair were being gripped by the hands of someone who passionately spank balls. His amber eyes spoke more languages than humans could not fathom. Hell, you think that it might be speaking to you in ceasar cipher.

In short, he looked fucking annoyed. Frustraded, perchance. Moreover, he has this look on his face whenever his team was at a disadvantage or when he was playing a losing game.

Ushijima Wakatoshi is pissed.

"Hey..." You slowly start realizing the situation you're in. Realizing how much you've been overlooking when you refused to acknowledge your own festering feelings. "You're not actually mad about that, are you?"

Despite the serious atmosphere, the dude's dick was still hard. Talk about commitment.

"Hey... mngh- T-Talk to me, damn it..." You shudder as you feel him slow down, opting to just spread you open on his dick as he straightens his back into a more comfortable position for the both of you. It makes you wonder if his muscles were getting sore for carrying a heavy ass like you while thrusting so wildly into your heat. Christ, the thought itself does things to you that you can't put into words. "Stop moving for a bit- god, you animal-"

"No." Was all that he could say. You felt your stomach twist.

""No" what?" You clenched your teeth as you stared into his amber eyes refusing to look away from your own. "No to slowing down? Oh, c'mon, dude... Just- hng- gimme a break-"

"Why?" Oh my god, "why" what?! Is this bitch seriously asking why I want to take a quick break from this mind-numbing bathroom stall sex?!

"Listen, Ushi, do you really need to ask-"

"Do you want me to stop?"

Now he's asking coherent questions. Gosh, finally. "Well..." You close your eyes, actually pondering the answer. "Not really. It feels good, so no. Just give me a moment to catch myself." You answer with a sigh, grabbing onto his forearms as you relax in his hold (even though your thighs are literally spread in mid-air with your micro-dick exposed) "Seriously, though... The fuck's gotten into you?"

"..." Ushijima didn't answer. Instead, he let go of your head and thighs gently as he wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you up while he used his other hand to close the toilet lid. He then maneuvered your clueless ass to sit on his dick as he sat down on the toilet. This man... Is he... Seriously treating you as his cocksleeve to warm his still hard dick? While you both have a conversation? While you both miss both of your remaining lectures of the afternoon? Insane shit.

You both sat there in silence with you looking and feeling hella confused and Ushijima leaning to bury his face on the crook of your neck as he held you in his arms. He leaned back on the toilet and you both stayed like that for a while. Huh.

... What the fuck...?

"Oi. Will you just hurry up and tell me? You don't want to break the arrangement, don't you?" You grumble. "You coulda just told me straight up, y'know. And to not try to fuck the thought out of me. That's cliché as hell, and I didn't think you'd resort to bullshit like that."

"Sorry."

"You should be, asshole." You scoff. You lean against his lean build, stirring his junior inside of you but Ushiwaka jr. isn't important now. What's important is this big baby clutching onto you like you're going to sprint out of here any second now.

You reach out to scratch his scalp, adjusting your position on his lap while ultimately letting out little noises from grinding onto his shaft. Man, couldn't he just have pulled out, just for this moment? You can't help but scratch his head a little harsher from the thought. "Idiot. If you liked me so much, you really should have just told me. I like you too, for the record. And I was trying to break off our arrangements 'cause I thought you had a thing for the woman in the sports department. You and her seemed really close, y'know. I didn't want to hold you back for a girl like her."

"Hmf." Ushijima scoffed before raising his head, perching his chin on the blades of your shoulder. "Look who's talking. Who was it that said "You should have just told me" a while ago?"

"Touché. I got confirmation from your teammate, though. He told me that you went to date with her the other day." You huffed back, tugging on his hair as you snarled. "You can't really blame me, can you?"

"You still should've just asked." The thick pad of his thumb caressed your stomach through your shirt. He mumbled next to your ear in a low, mellow tone. "I did go on a date with her because she asked me out first. I figured I'd go and see where it leads, but..." A small smile made it's way to his lips as he held you closer. "I like you too much."

"Oh yeah? Is that really the reason? Or is my bussy just too good to let go?'"

"Mm. Whatever you say."

In the end, you both stuck around inside the bathroom stall until this period of the lecture ends. Of course, you both fucked until it was time to peel yourselves off of each other. Once you both did and fixed yourselves, you didn't just gave him a slap on the ass for the good fuck this time. Instead, you cupped his face and gave him the most passionate kiss you've ever given to another breathing person (not like you ever did that to a non-breathing person anyway) and gave him a slap on the ass after you muttered the words "Love you, Ushi." and practically skipped out of the bathroom with a face filled with glee.

You wouldn't admit it, but even if you didn't like Ushijima, you'd still bet that the fuck you have received in that bathroom would've definitely fucked the thought of breaking things off with ushijima out of your brain.

౨ৎ sauv speaks: chat how many months has it been? my bad if this is bad TT my ass gon b missing after ts cs i gots so much to do... i'm so cooked this year

[tomasweetheart]

I literally jumped with joy when you fallowed me back omg ily sm. So I was at the doctors and my doctor told me how he proposed to his wife and it was so sweet. He said he was stressed from finals and he had like a dream that his wife died and he dreamed of everything he couldn’t do with her. So when he woke up it was like 2 in the morning and he ran to his room to get the ring he had. He had it for two whole like years but ran to her dorm and begged her to say yes because he couldn’t wait. Could you write a fic of kuroo doing that with his boyfriend?

JUMP THEN FALL — k. tetsuro x m!reader

sypnosis: kuroo has always known that he wanted to marry you, and he's always said that he'll do it when he knows it's right. what's more perfect than asking after he had a dream about you dying?

warnings: mentions of death (nothing too graphic but still), kuroo being a fucking loser dork but i adore him so it's fine <3, fluff, happy ending!, angst if you squint really really hard, kuroo and reader are in their last year of college in this one, but i'm not in college yet so idfk how it works but i'll pretend i do!! use of the petnames 'babe' and 'baby'

notes: okay i'm so so sorry this took so long, i had a really bad depressive episode, i hope you like it, this request is really cute and i had a lot of fun writing it :D and two, that is so nice of you to say omg :( of course i followed you back, you always send me requests, you interact with my stuff a lot and you're just really nice so thank you for that <3

Kuroo has always wanted to marry you, it's the one thing he's been sure of in his entire life.

When you bring up marriage to him, however, he just tells you to "be patient" and that he'll "do it when he knows it's right" which constantly keeps you on your toes in case your dork of a boyfriend decides that the "right time" is during one of your lectures or at any inappropriate time really.

It kept Kuroo on his toes too, because what you don't know is that in the far-right corner of his sock drawer holds a small velvet box with a beautiful band inside of it. Every day he can feel his hand graze over the box, thinking to himself, maybe now is the right time.

But then he shakes his head, and decides it isn't.

And besides, as much as Kuroo loves you, he has finals to worry about. And they're really kicking his ass.

Although most people would peg Kuroo as the focused studious type (which he tried so desperately to be), the truth was that he tried so hard to procrastinate as much as possible. However, was it really procrastination if he needs the sleep?

When it was to avoid studying for finals, yes it was.

"Kuroo, sleeping to avoid studying for finals is not something you should do," your voice rippled out through the speaker of his phone, "especially if it's every single time you have them."

"Babe, you are the one who is constantly nagging me to sleep more," he rebutted, that stupid cocky tone he always had lingering in the back of his throat ever present, "I'm finally listening to you, I think you should take that as a win."

"Kuroo," your voice cracked again through that shoddy android speaker again, a certain firmness to it this time, "please promise me that you'll study, you're gonna hate yourself if you don't."

"Baby, I promise you I will, you know my word to you is good," he replied, you could hear that fucking cocky grin etching itself onto his face, "right after my little nap. I love you; I'll talk to you soon."

After you too bid your goodbyes, Kuroo made himself as comfortable on that dorm room mattress as he could, until his eyes got heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.

Kuroo could have sworn it was real.

The chase, your blood curdling scream, the way his stomach dropped to the soles of his feet when he realized he was too late.

It wasn't until he shot up in bed with that same nauseous feeling sitting in his chest as his breath came out panicked and labored had he realized it was nothing but a fucked-up dream.

Kuroo had never been so happy to wake up.

Slowly, but surely, he had calmed himself down. His breath returning to normal as the nauseous feeling in his chest disappeared, what didn't disappear, however, was that he didn't want to live life without you. He didn't want to graduate without you beside him, he didn't want to start a company without you there cheering him on along the way, and he sure as hell didn't want to imagine having a family with anyone else that wasn't you. Life was too short for hesitation, it was too short for his hesitation.

He quickly rushed out of bed, pulling an old hoodie over his torso, slipping on his shoes, and rifling through his drawer to grab that velvet box that had been sitting there for two years, begging to be let free.

Luckily for him, your dorm wasn't far from his. He hadn't even bothered to check the time on his phone, where the light flashed a large: 2:03 A.M. at him, he didn't care if his frantic speed walking down the hallway woke up everyone on that floor, he was only worried about getting to you.

When he got to your dorm, he rapped his fist against the door so hard he could've sworn that his knuckles would crack open. The door opened to a very annoyed you, but he didn't care if he interrupted your sleep, or your studying, he was just so elated to see you in front of him.

"Kuroo, what the hell?" you seethed, "It's two in the morning, what on earth —"

You were quickly cut off by Kuroo dropping to one knee in the doorway of your dorm room, pulling out that velvet box in all its glory, revealing that beautiful band you had mentioned liking to him once, you couldn't control the way your mouth slightly dropped in confusion, a wave of emotions hitting you like a tsunami.

"(Y/n), please, just listen to me," he blurted out in an almost pleading tone, "I've always wanted to wait until the right moment to ask you this, but recently, I've realized that the right moment was in front of me the entire time."

You tried to get a word in, but Kuroo's word vomit was faster.

"(Y/n), I've realized there is so much I want to do with you, so much that I can't do without you," he said, you swore you could see the tears well in the corner of his eyes, "everything from this point forward is useless if I can't do it with you by my side, so I'm begging you, even though it's two a.m. and we're both in our pajamas with messy hair and dark circles under our eyes, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"

It was your turn to be stunned, you stared down at your boyf — fiancée, in front of you with stained sweatpants and an old Nekoma sweatshirt barely big enough to cover his torso asking you to marry him at two in the morning.

You stayed quiet for so long, it scared Kuroo. Maybe this wasn't the right time, you two were still in college, this was all so sudden, so impulsive, he should have waited, he should have —

All these thoughts were expelled from his head as he felt your body weight push against his, squeezing him so tight in an embrace that he could barely breath.

"Yes," you whispered against the side of his neck, he could feel the tears from your eyes splashing there as well, "oh my god Kuroo, yes, a million times over."

He smiled softly at you, resting his own head against your shoulder as you held him in your arms. If this is what the rest of his life looked like, then god was he excited for it.

[wonderoustime]

pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader word count: 376 words genre: fluff content warning: two curse words a/n: it's like 3am when i'm writing this and i have to get up at 9 to catch my flight ;-;

"stop doing that..."

"huh?" you look up at tsukishima, surprised at the noise bringing you out of your reading daze. "did you say something?"

tsukishima turns away from you to the black screen of the tv, his finger tapping nervously on his book. he feigns a cough, but you just narrow your eyes at him. you don't believe that one bit and you know he knows that.

he audibly gulps, face reddening. he clears his throat before saying, "i said, 'stop doing that'."

you close your book, place it on the couch, and scoot toward his spot on the couch, the thick fleece blanket falls onto the floor. his gaze follows it as he awkwardly tries to avoid the awkward embarrassment he feels from his thought and how your knees were touching each other.

"stop doing what, kei?" you ask, concern lacing your voice. your eyes slightly widen as you think back to everything that you were doing when he first asked you. maybe you were unconsciously reading aloud? kei had always hated that... or was it something earlier that he just brought up now? oh god, was it about the doodle on his lunch note? you really should've stopped doing—

"stop being so fucking cute all the damn time. makes me wanna kiss you silly," tsukishima's pitch increases slightly and his volume decreases by the end of his sentence. his gaze quickly flits towards your lips for an instant. a hint of deep desire momentarily leaking through.

"m'sorry ke— wait what?"

tsukishima groans, exasperated, "don't make me repeat myself."

"ah." you appear surprised for a second, before settling back into your normal expression. cheeks the slightest bit warm, your smile morphs into somewhat of a smirk. "why hold back? i'm all yours, love~"

his eyes widen, then darken with desire as he quickly rushes to close the gap. your laugh at his prompt movements muffles with his lips capturing yours.

you drop your hands from their open-for-embrace position as you fall into a fit of laughter at how dumbfounded tsukishima is. too bad for you since the tides turned after he speedily captured your lips, with a hand wrapped around your waist and holding you in place and muffling all sounds coming out your mouth.

[atsukinakae]

Hey! Me again. So hear me out: platonic trans!reader (genderfluid or ftm) coming out too Kenma, tsukki, and/or bokuto (plus whoever you want ofc) as trans. Maybe they are close friends and met during middle school.

~SQ. (Ps! Have a nice night)

Hq reacts to Mn coming out to Kenma,Tsuki and Bokuto + Kiyoko

Haikyuu x ftm reader (PLATONIC)

Kenma

• At first his face was neutral,no reaction at all,still processing what you just said to him.

• Very supportive but doesn't show it infront of the others.But watches every movement of yours,to see if your feeling dysphoric.

•Like every other weekend,you two would go to his house or your house to play games, spend some time together or just study for exams.This time was on his house,you came with low energy and he could sense it.

•"Hey,should we keep on going with the game?"Your voice came out just as a whisper,he nodded in response and started the game.

•Dying again and again, couldn't even focus on the game, getting more frustrated by every minute passing.

•And he noticed,every single thing,then suddenly he got up and went to this wardrobe,"Is there something wrong?","That's what I should be asking you",he come back with your fav hoodie and gently helped you to put it on to you.

•"There's nothing wrong...",glassy eyes that once showed sparkles of happiness now are afraid,insecure.

•It has been almost an hour since you were in his arms, crying,ranting and sniffling.

•"Shhh, it's okay, you're safe,you are always safe with me","Listen to me, it's all going to be okay","You have me here Mn".

Tsukishima

•At first he had a 'no expression face',but actually deep down he was happy that you've trusted him enough to tell him

•Yes you were scared of how he will react but it instantly calmed you when he accepted of how you truly are.

•If anyone,and I really mean ANYONE refers to you with the wrong pronoums, they're fucked up.

•While you were waiting for Tsuki and Yamaguchi on the exit door,a classmate came to you and started talking of the project that the teacher gave in the morning,after a while, Tsuki approached you when he noticed that they where using the wrong name and pronoums,""Mn,his is name Mn" he said with a serious face."Whatever"your classmate mumbled under they're breath,"As I was saying d/n,the project has to be-"they were cutted off by Tsuki,"Let's go Mn,I don't want you interacting with this shitty people","Hey am talking, where are you taking her!"they yelled while Tsuki dragged you away from there.

Bokuto

•He was listening when you said it but got distracted.

•You had to repeat yourself again because he asked for it.

•Actually very acceptive,he so happy that hugs you tight.

•The members have to check if you still alive.

"Bokuto,I'm trans"

Silence,no one said anything.

"You want a cookie?"he said with mouth full of cookies.

"I-,umm yeah,thanks"

"Could repeat what you just said, please,I swear I was listening"

"I'm trans..." your voice lower than before.

Suddenly you felt some arms around your small body,now you were trapped in his arms. Giggles being heard from him and a sweet smile on his face.

"Bokuto san, please let Mn breath".Akaashi said while checking that he doesn't hurt you with his arms.

But you were okay,being safe in your best friends strong arms.

Kiyoko

•She already knew.

•Figured out a few later of knowing you

•Always uses your desired name and pronoums.

•Also always corrects people when they say the wrong name/pronoums even if they are intentionally or accidentally wrong.

"Kiyoko san,can we talk?"

"Of course,is everything alright?"

"Yeah,just wanted to tell you something..."

She nodded and let you take your time to say it.

"I'm actually trans"you lowered your head so that you wouldn't see her reaction.

"Oh I already knew that"she giggled and went back to the gym.

You were shocked and followed her asking a lot of questions.

[im-n-your-walls]

⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊⟡⋆spooky season⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊

summary: what Haikyuu characters wear for Halloween A/n: I think ima do one going into more detail in a later post

Tore up there sibling’s sheets to become a ghost just to spite them

tsukishima, Miya twins, Yamamoto

ur average inflatable costume, chicken, cow, dinosaur etc.

Tendou, Terushima, Nishinoya, kuroo, lev

you had to get them a costume because they didn’t get the holiday

ushijima, kita, aran, Kageyama

themselves/they don’t celebrate

kenma, suna, iwazumi, sukasa

a tired mother/father

yaku, dichi, asahi, Akashi

something smexsy, nurse, black cat etc.

suga, kiyoko, Bokuto, Oikawa

[a-kaash-me-outside]

hiya babe, so sorry to do 2 asks in 1 day but what’s your thoughts on chubbychaser!atsumu or chubbychaster!osamu? not even as a fic, just a general drabble i’d SCRUMM IT UP!!!

- m 🐇💌

<3 hello!!! ~~ never apologize, i love the asks babe, send em all omg.

i absolutely wrote this instead of writing the last chapter of a bit dirty, but we're not going to talk about that or mention that or worry about that <3 <3 <3

i don't know if anyone KNOWS THIS / COULD TELL but i always write chubby coded readers? it's not usually apparent until you read smut and i don't put a lot of details in there necessarily, but the little details are there. i've never mentioned it before this, but thought it's a nice little bit of information if anyone was curious. (it's just bc i am! and so! that's how i write my reader <3)

but i do have a lot of thoughts about this, okay. SPECIFICALLY about <3 osamu <3 i actually was (am?) going to write an entire thing about certain hq men that i think could handle a chubby reader (bokuto, osamu, kuroo, iwaizumi... if you're curious)

BUT YKNOW, now that i'm thinking about atsumu with a chubby afab reader, i really do be havin' some thoughts??

idk if you wanted nsfw thoughts, but that's what you're going to get, minors dni thanks ♡ (nsfw atsumu with a chubby reader hcs under the cut)

♡ absolutely obsessed with your plush thighs, loves grabbing at them and laying his head on them and slapping them and fucking them, lasted an embarrassingly short amount of time the first time he slid his cock between your soft, fat thighs, squeezed them tightly around his throbbing length and came between them, cooing at you about how perfect and soft and pretty they are

♡ the first time that he asks you to sit on his face, you hesitate for a fraction of a second and he picks up on it. he's serious at first, asking you what's wrong and why you don't want to, but when you tell him why you're nervous, he gets dramatic, asking you what the fuck do you mean you'll suffocate him? that's exactly the fucking point.

♡ loves fucking you from behind, bending you over, slipping his cock inside of you without even looking and then fucking you so hard that your ass shakes, loves the noises that it makes when his hips slam against the fat of your ass and how red your skin gets from how harsh his thrusts are into you, cannot get enough of the sight of your ass jiggling every time he bottoms out inside of you

♡ can make himself come just by rubbing his cock between your fat lips, gets so fucking turned on watching his length slide against your pussy, swallowed by your puffy lips, so fucking sloppy, places his hand on top of his cock to force it between your folds, fucks against his palm and the mess you've made, and then comes all over your cute cunt and your stomach

♡ cannot get enough of the weight of you on his hips while you ride him, every time you slam back down onto his cock and the backs of your thighs slap against his hips, you can feel him twitch inside of you, fucking loves the feeling of you letting yourself fall back onto him, the tiny breaths that come out of you when you feel him so deep inside of you, the beads of sweat that form on his stomach when he lifts his hips up with you seated in his lap