#kageyama is handsome but he can't flirt on purpose

[weathertheraine]

[gets up on my soap box in front of 5 people] hello yamayama nation

[miyaori]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 = 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 // 𝐡𝐪 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

headcanon // nsfw // fem! reader

included :: atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotaro

warnings :: nsfw, degradation, daddy kink, praise, spanking, choking, dom! characters, sub! reader, possesiveness, dumbification

saori's note :: hello hello! first work on this blog lol, i love the tot theme ehe, enjoy! </33

— ATSUMU MIYA

he was never the jealous type, ever. even if he sees you flirt with his teammates, he'll never ever get jealous. until he saw you "helping" his brother cook in his restaurant.

you simply said that he was just letting you help and learn something in the kitchen, and once you two got home, oh, how well did he teach you.

he had you bended over the kitchen counter, his cock sloppily entering in and out of you, reddish handmarks on each asscheek. cum seeping out as you whimpered apologies, and lewd moans that would never allow him to stop, and of course he wouldn't, your insides were holding onto his length like a vice after all.

"didn't you, want— fuck —to learn something in the kitchen, doll? i'm gonna fucking teach you something, yeah? you'd like that won't you?" he hissed, a fistful of hair was in the palm of his hand and he pulled on it, a smug grin on his handsome face as you begged him to let you cum again.

"i'll— shit, fuck! l-let you cum baby, go on, show me, cum all over me why don't you?" and you happily obliged, letting a sigh escape your lips as you came again, atsumu pulling out and stroking his pretty cock before cumming all over your back, and taking a picture for good measure.

— SAKUSA KIYOOMI

you got a bit too friendly with kageyama, and you paid the price for it. sakusa watched you cling yourself on his arm, call him a nickname that was reserved for sakusa, and sakusa's only. "sweetie, wanna dance with me?" you cooed drunkly, as you shot a glance at your fuming boyfriend.

you did this flirting purposely, just because you wanted even just a bit of attention from him, and you got exactly what you wanted.

"stay still, you fucking slut, are you dumb?" sakusa coldly said as he hit your ass once again, it hurt, a lot. continuous stinging from your ass and the constant degradation made you feel dizzy. "are you listening? or are you too dumb? no, you were all over that guy earlier weren't you?"

you gasped when he hit both cheeks at the same time, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and legs shaking as you tearily looked up at him. "'m sorry daddy, you know, i-i'm sorry! won't do it again, all y-yours!" you hiccuped, breathing heavily. "yeah, you're right huh. finally got something right."

he made you sit down properly on the ground, his hand slowly holding your neck, "you're all mine, and you better remember that."

— BOKUTO KOTARO

his pride was hurt, it was just a simple little thing but because of his emotional nature, he took it personally. he saw you cheer for the wrong person, you were supposed to cheer for him and his focus totally diverted as he glared at shoyo for the rest of the match.

and you ensured him that you supported him too, but he still pulled you into the locker room.

"tell me, baby. did i do good? tell me, fuck, that i'm the fucking best. yeah, you like that don't you!" the lockers clattered behind you? kotaro was thrusting animalisticially inside you, bottoming out everytime you praised him.

"no one can compare to me baby, fucking you till you're babbling, oh, look at you, can't even talk f'me." he cooed, watching you tilt and lean your head on the cold metal, biting his lip.

you blink at bokuto, giggling mindlessly, "you're the best daddy, i mean it." and he smiled, "damn right, i am."