#semiloml

[semiloml]

cw: cowgirl, size kink, overstimulation, slight overstimulation

“There you go, pretty girl.”

Suna’s voice was slow, drawling, thick with amusement as he watched you struggle to sink down on his cock, your thighs trembling, fingers digging into his toned chest.

He looked so fucking relaxed—sprawled out against the pillows, hands gripping your hips, half-lidded golden eyes drinking in the way you whined, how your body shuddered every time you took another inch.

“S’too big,” you panted, nails pressing into his skin.

“You can take it,” he murmured, his fingers tightening around your hips. “You always do.”

You whined, legs shaking as you finally, finally sat down fully, his cock stretching you open, pushing so fucking deep you felt like you were going to break.

Suna groaned, his head tipping back against the pillows, his jaw slack. “Shit, baby, look at you.”

You clenched around him, earning a sharp hiss from between his teeth.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease,” he muttered, his eyes flickering up to yours, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “Move.”

Your breath hitched, and you tried—you really did—but your legs were still shaking, body already too fucked-out from how deep he was inside you.

Suna clicked his tongue. “Tch. Cute.”

Then his hands moved—gripping your waist tight, rolling his hips up as he forced you to move.

A strangled moan ripped from your throat as he guided you, dragging you up his length before slamming you back down. The obscene slap of skin filled the room, your moans mixing with his deep groans as he bounced you on his cock, fucking you onto him like a damn toy.

“Fuck, feel so good,” Suna gritted out, watching the way your tits bounced, the way your eyes were going hazy, your mouth dropping open with every sharp thrust.

“Too much,” you slurred, nails scraping down his chest.

“Too bad,” he muttered, voice thick with pleasure. “You wanted to ride, yeah? So ride.”

He helped you—lifting you up, slamming you down, dragging out every broken moan, every desperate sob. Your thighs were burning, overstimulation creeping up your spine, but fuck, he felt so good, so deep, hitting that spot that made you see white.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—‘Rin—!”

His smirk deepened. “Gonna cum?” His fingers pressed into your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles, a cruel contrast to the brutal pace of his hips. “Go on, then. Cum for me, baby.”

You sobbed, body locking up, pleasure crashing over you so hard it stole the breath from your lungs.

Suna groaned, gripping your hips tight, his thrusts turning sloppy as he fucked up into you, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark.

“Shit—fuck—” He shuddered, his head tilting back as he spilled inside you, his grip bruising, his cock twitching as he filled you.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing, your body still trembling from the aftershocks.

Then Suna’s hands smoothed up your thighs, slow and lazy, his golden eyes flickering up to yours, hooded and amused.

“Told you you could take it.”

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: I might double post today😛

[naru-thebest]

How (almost every) Twisted wonderland characters react to you asking them, "What are we?"

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(But they don't want you, prepare to be humbled. Reader is Yuu!!

feat. Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Ruggie and Jack)

This is my apology for my previous post, I shouldn't have tagged it xreader 😞🙏🏻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Riddle Rosehearts

Trey Clover

Carter Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

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[semiloml]

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“Use your hand.”

Kageyama’s voice was low, strained, his dark eyes fixed on you as he sat back against the headboard, his legs spread, cock heavy and flushed in your grip.

You swallowed, fingers wrapping a little tighter around his length as you stroked up, then down, watching the way his breath hitched.

“Not like that,” he muttered, his hand twitching against the sheets. “Tighter—yeah, just like that.”

You followed his instructions, your palm gliding over him with more pressure, your thumb teasing over the leaking tip.

Kageyama groaned, head tilting back slightly before he forced himself to watch. “Fuck—go slower. Wanna feel all of it.”

You bit your lip, dragging your hand down his shaft with agonizing slowness, then back up, your thumb circling over his slit just to tease him.

His breath stuttered, his thighs tensing. “Don’t get cocky,” he muttered, his voice rough, but there was a flicker of desperation beneath it. “You don’t get to tease me—move your hand faster.”

You obeyed, your strokes turning slick and rhythmic, the wet sound of it filling the room.

“Fuck,” Kageyama groaned, his fingers digging into the sheets. “You’re so good at this—feels so fucking good.”

His hips twitched up into your hand, chasing the friction, and you smirked. “You’re so desperate, Tobio.”

His jaw clenched, his breath ragged. “Shut up,” he muttered, but his cock throbbed in your grip, betraying just how much he loved this.

“You close?” you asked, tightening your fingers slightly, watching the way his abs tensed.

“Yeah,” he rasped, his hands flying up to grip your wrist. “Fuck—don’t stop, don’t fucking stop—”

You didn’t. You kept stroking, faster, tighter, watching him fall apart under your touch, his groans turning desperate as he came, thick ropes of cum spilling over your hand, his body shuddering as he gasped your name.

For a moment, all he could do was pant, his dark eyes locked onto you as you lifted your hand to your lips—your tongue flicking out to taste him.

His breath caught.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick. “Do that again.”

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[semiloml]

cw: dry humping, grinding, cumming in pants, messy and whiny kuroo :p reblogs, comments and likes are really appreciated<33

It starts with a kiss.

Deep, slow, teasing.

Kuroo’s lips move against yours like he’s got all the time in the world, like he’s savoring every second of it—until you grind down against him.

And suddenly, he’s got no patience left.

“Fuck—baby,” he groans, hands gripping your waist like he’s trying not to lose control, fingers digging into your hips as you roll against him again. “What the hell are you doin’ to me?”

His voice is thick, breathy, already wrecked. It’s hot.

But it’s even hotter knowing that you’ve barely even touched him yet.

“Tetsu,” you murmur, feigning innocence as you grind down against him, feeling the hard press of his cock straining against his sweats. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

And he is. His breath shudders, his fingers tightening on your hips as his head falls back against the pillows.

“Fucking hell,” he groans. “You know exactly what you’re doin’.”

Of course, you do.

Because Kuroo might talk a big game—cocky smirks, lazy teasing, acting like he’s always got the upper hand. But right now?

Right now, he’s a fucking mess.

“Look at you,” you hum, rolling your hips again, making sure to drag yourself slowly along the length of him. “All needy and desperate just from this?”

“Shut up—” His words cut off in a whine when you grind down harder, pressing your full weight against his cock.

Oh. Ohhh

That noise? That little, desperate sound?

You need to hear that again.

“Knew you’d be like this,” you purr, leaning down to nip at his jaw, then his ear. “All talk, but the second I get on top of you, you turn into a pathetic little mess.”

“Baby,” he groans, his hips jerking up against yours, chasing the friction like he can’t help himself. “Holy shit, don’t—don’t say stuff like that—”

But he loves it.

His cock twitches beneath you, and you can feel how badly he needs it, how close he is—his breath hitching, his hands trembling as they grip your hips, his thighs tensing beneath you.

“Gonna cum like this?” you tease, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Without me even touching you?”

“Shit—shit, I—fuck—”

Kuroo’s body tenses beneath you, and then—ohhh, fuck.

You feel it. The way his cock throbs against you, the hot, sticky mess he makes inside his sweats as he gasps through it, his head thrown back, his fingers tightening so hard on your hips you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is his ragged breathing.

Then, finally, he opens his eyes, still hazy, still catching his breath.

And you grin.

“Now, do you think you can handle the real thing?” you hum, rocking your hips just a little, making him whimper at the oversensitivity.

His breath stutters, and you can see the way his body twitches with overstimulation—yet his cock still twitches beneath you, hard again already.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me.” he exhales, voice wrecked.

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry for the short break!! I will work on all my requests now!! thank you all for your great support 🙂‍↕️💞

[semiloml]

cw: rough sex, doggy style, manhandling, unprotected sex, lmk if I missed something!!:p

Sakusa wasn’t gentle.

At least, not when he had you like this.

Bent over the bed, ass up, knees digging into the mattress as he dragged you back onto his cock—over and over and over—his fingers gripping the soft flesh of your hips, squeezing, molding it to his hands like he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his voice a low snarl behind you. “You feel too fucking good.”

Your fingers scrambled against the sheets, gasping as he drove himself deeper, the stretch making your whole body tremble.

“Kiyoomi—!”

“Shhh,” he hushed, one big hand coming down to cup the fat of your ass, giving it a sharp squeeze. “Just take it.”

And fuck, you did.

Because Sakusa fucked hard.

Every thrust jerked your body forward, your thighs shaking, your back arching as he used his grip on your hips to pull you back onto him, making sure you felt every thick inch of him pressing into your deepest spots.

“God, look at you,” he groaned, his hands squeezing—grabbing—the plush curve of your hips like he owned you. “Made to take my cock, huh?”

All you could do was whimper, back bowing as his grip turned rougher, his nails digging into your soft skin.

He loved that.

The contrast between his big hands and your softer body—the way he could grab, mold, control every part of you.

“Fuck, I love this,” he muttered, his voice thick with possession. “Love watching you take it. Love the way your thighs shake. Love the way your ass bounces every time I fuck into you.”

You whined, dropping your head against the mattress, completely wrecked by the way he was using your body, pulling you into every brutal thrust, claiming you like he was branding himself into your bones.

“Don’t run from it,” he growled, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you still as he slammed deeper. “Take what I give you.”

And fuck, you did, moaning as your thighs trembled, as the pleasure coiled deep, as his cock bullied that sweet spot over and over until you were seeing stars.

“Fuck, Kiyoomi—!”

He groaned at the way you clenched around him, his fingers bruising your hips as he fucked you through your orgasm, never slowing, never letting up.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he rasped, his voice shaky now, getting close. “Gonna cum for me again, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?”

You could only moan in response, too fucked-out to speak.

Sakusa snarled, his thrusts turning desperate—and then, with a guttural curse, he slammed in deep and came with a shuddering groan, his fingers bruising your skin as he buried himself to the hilt.

Heavy breaths filled the room. His forehead dropped to your shoulder.

Then—

“Next time,” he murmured, voice still wrecked, “I want a mirror in front of us. Wanna see exactly how good you look getting ruined on my cock.”

And fuck, you knew there was no way you’d survive that.

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[semiloml]

cw: size kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, rough sex, lmk if i missed something

You knew Tsukishima was big.

It wasn’t just his height—it was the way he carried it, the way his broad shoulders framed your body when he pressed himself over you, the way his long fingers wrapped effortlessly around your wrists, pinning them above your head with zero effort.

But knowing he was big? That was different from feeling it.

And right now, you felt every inch of him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained as he bottomed out, his forehead pressing against yours. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You could barely respond, nails digging into his forearms, body stretched around him in a way that had you shaking. Tsukishima always made you work for it—made you take it, slow and steady, until your body adjusted to the sheer size of him.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was impatient.

“Look at you,” he breathed, one hand sliding down to press against your lower stomach. You gasped at the sensation, the pressure making you feel even fuller, like you couldn’t take any more of him, like he was already too deep.

But that only made him smirk.

“Feel that?” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch. “That’s me, baby. All the way inside.”

Your whimper made his cock twitch inside you, and fuck, he felt it.

“God, you’re taking me so well,” he groaned, leaning down, his lips ghosting over your jaw as his hips rolled forward, slow and intentional. “Knew you could handle it. Knew you could take all of me.”

The stretch was overwhelming, every movement sending shivers up your spine, but the feeling of his hand on your stomach? Feeling just how deep he was? It made you dizzy.

“You like that, huh?” His voice was smug, his breath hot against your ear. “Bet none of those other guys ever fucked you like this.”

You clenched around him, and his smirk dropped, replaced by something hungry.

“Oh?” His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled back—just enough to leave you feeling empty—before snapping his hips forward again, hard. “That get you going, baby? Knowing you can see how deep I am?”

Your only answer was a breathless moan, your back arching, body begging for more.

And Tsukishima?

He gave it to you.

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[semiloml]

cw: backshots, size kink kinda?, overstimulation, manhandling, cockdrunk!reader, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything!!

Daichi had been patient. Too patient.

But now? Now he was done holding back.

“You wanna act like a fuckin’ tease all day?” His voice was low, rough against your ear, his grip firm as he bent you over the bed, one large hand pressing into the dip of your spine. “Now you wanna run? Ain’t happenin’, baby.”

you weren’t trying to run. not really. You just hadn’t expected him to snap like this. The shift from your sweet, composed Daichi to this rough, possessive version of him had your head spinning—and your pussy throbbing.

you whimpered, pressing your cheek against the mattress as his thick fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place.

“Daichi—”

“Nah, sweetheart.” His grip tightened, his other hand reaching up, wrapping around the back of your neck. “You wanted to push me? You fuckin’ got me.”*

the first thrust of his hips knocked the breath from your lungs.

“Ohhh, fuck—!”

His cock stretched you open, thick and deep, pressing right up against your cervix, and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“M mh, yeah—fuckin’ knew it,” Daichi groaned, rolling his hips slow, deep, making you feel every inch of him. “Knew this tight little pussy could take me.”

You clenched around him desperately, thighs trembling, barely able to catch your breath before he snapped his hips forward again.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed through the room—wet, filthy, obscene.

“You hear that?” He gritted out, his pace quickening, each thrust harder, rougher. “That’s me owning this fuckin’ pussy. That’s you…” He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp snap of his hips, making you cry out. “..gettin’ fucked proper.”

Your vision blurred, your nails clawing at the sheets, desperate to ground yourself as he ruined you.

“Fuck, ‘m so deep—feels so fuckin’ good—” Your voice was a broken, needy mess, slurred with pleasure, and Daichi let out a dark chuckle.

“Yeah? That’s all it takes to turn you into my dumb little fucktoy?”

You moaned, the filth of his words making heat coil even tighter in your belly.

“You love it, huh?” He growled, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, dragging a sob from your throat. “Love bein’ bent over and fucked like this? Love takin’ it from behind while my balls slap against this pretty little pussy?”

“Y-yes—fuck, Daichi—!”

“That’s right,” he grunted, one hand sliding up, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to arch your spine. “So fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. My perfect little fuckin’ mess.”

Your walls fluttered around him, pleasure crashing through you as your orgasm hit, your body shaking beneath him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate, his fingers digging into your waist. “Ohhh, fuck—gonna cum so deep, baby—gonna fill this perfect little cunt up—”

His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing as he came with a low, guttural groan.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing, the sticky press of your bodies, the mess between your thighs.

Then, finally, his grip softened.

“Shit, baby,” he muttered, leaning down, pressing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. “You okay?”

You hummed weakly, still trying to catch your breath, and he chuckled, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, massaging the spots where his fingers had bruised you.

“Lemme clean you up, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips trailing up to your ear, pressing another gentle kiss there. “Then I’ll make it up to you.”

You shivered, already knowing that making it up to you meant another round.

And you weren’t complaining.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: is the cure to female loneliness receiving backshots??😣 ANYWAY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!! CURRENTLY WORKING ON THEM

[semiloml]

“Let me hear you, baby.”

Sugawara’s voice was soft, teasing, but there was no mistaking the command beneath it. His warm brown eyes watched you closely, his grip firm as he guided your hips, keeping you right where he wanted you—straddling his lap, taking every inch of him, slow and deep.

You whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders as you sank down fully, your walls stretching around him, taking him to the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, his hands smoothing over your thighs, gripping your hips, controlling your pace. “Look at you, taking me so well.”

You clenched around him, and he let out a deep, satisfied hum, tilting his head to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your throat. His fingers flexed at your hips before dragging up your back, guiding you forward until your chest was pressed to his, your forehead resting against his own.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, rolling his hips up to meet yours, making you gasp.

“Kou—”

“Shh, baby,” he cooed, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lips. “Let me take care of you.”

He set the rhythm—slow, deep, precise, like he wanted you to feel every inch of him.

“There we go, just like that,” he praised, his other hand sliding between your legs, finding your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

You whined, and he smiled, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss—sweet, claiming, just a little possessive.

“You wanna come for me, sweetheart?” he murmured against your lips, his fingers moving faster, his thrusts hitting deeper.

You nodded frantically, body tensing, pleasure coiling tight, but then his grip on your jaw tightened, making you look at him.

“Then ask me nicely.”

your breath caught, his dark, knowing gaze sending shivers down your spine.

“Please, Kou,” you whispered, clinging to him, trembling. “Please let me come.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips.

“Good girl,” he whispered—right before he tipped you over the edge.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: wrote this for my underrated king sugawara🫡reblogs and comments are very appreciated <33

[semiloml]

cw: oral(male receiving), deepthroating, slight hair pulling, just filthy smut :p

Tsukishima acts like he’s not that into it.

like he’s above things like desperate pleasure, like he’s so much cooler than that. Like he’s not that affected when you drop to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with those wide, knowing eyes.

But the second your hands slide up his thighs? The second your fingers graze the growing bulge in his sweats?

His whole body tenses.

“tch,” he scoffs, looking down at you, but you can hear the tightness in his voice, see the way his fingers twitch at his sides. “So eager, huh? You must really want this.”

You grin, batting your lashes as you pull down his waistband, just enough to let his cock spring free—long, thick and already aching for your mouth. “You’re the one who’s hard already, Kei.”

That earns you a sharp look. But before he can say anything, you lean in and press a slow, teasing kiss to his tip.

And just like that, Tsukishima’s breath shudders.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hips twitching forward slightly, like he can’t help it. His jaw clenches, trying to hold onto that lazy indifference, but you can see it cracking.

You hum, letting your lips drag along the underside of his cock, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down the thick vein, relishing the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. His thighs flex, his fingers curling into fists.

Then, finally, you take him in—the first inch, then another, your tongue swirling over the tip before sliding lower, sucking slow and deep.

“Hhm—fuck,” Tsukishima exhales, low and breathy, his head tipping back for just a second before he forces himself to look down at you.

“Look at you,” he mutters, voice tight, threading his fingers into your hair. “So fuckin’ needy to have your mouth stuffed full, huh?”

You moan around him, making him twitch in your mouth. His grip tightens slightly, his breath coming faster now, more uneven.

“Bet you love this,” he muses, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Bet you get off on sucking me off like a good little thing“

You do. God, you do.

And you prove it by sinking lower, taking him deeper—so deep your lips nearly brush the base, your throat tightening around him.

“Shit,” he hisses, his hips jerking forward slightly before he catches himself. His fingers in your hair tighten, pulling slightly, making you whimper around him.

“God,” he groans, throwing his head back for real this time, his abs clenching as he tries to hold himself together. “Your mouth feels so fucking good—fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

You look up at him, eyes hazy, lips stretched obscenely around him, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth as you hollow your cheeks and suck harder.

“Ah, fuck—!”

That’s it. That’s it.

His fingers tighten hard in your hair, holding you still as he bucks into your mouth, losing that cool, detached control completely. His breath is ragged now, low groans spilling from his lips as he fucks into the wet heat of your throat, chasing his high like he needs it.

“Shit, shit, shit—” His voice breaks, his thighs tensing beneath your hands. “Fuck, I’m gonna—fuck—”

And then he snaps.

His whole body tenses as he spills into your mouth, hot and thick, groaning deep in his chest as he presses you down hard against him. “Take it,” he grits out, breathless. “Swallow. Be good for me.”

You do—all of it.

And when he finally lets go of your hair, when you pull back, breathless and wrecked, wiping your lips with the back of your hand—

Tsukishima looks down at you, still panting slightly, and smirks.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice still rough, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Knew you loved this.”

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[semiloml]

cw: praise kink, cockwarming, overstimulation, needy and desperate noya, lmk if I missed something!!

“Babe, please—please move…”

Nishinoya was squirming, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his nails digging into your skin in pure, desperate need. His head rested against your chest, sweat still clinging to his skin from the game, his breath hot and ragged as he tried to control himself.

But it was no use.

You had him buried inside you, sitting pretty on his lap, his cock throbbing inside you—your walls pulsing around him every time he shifted beneath you. But you weren’t moving. Not yet.

“You were amazing today, Yuu,” you murmured against his ear, letting your fingers tangle in his damp hair, scratching lightly against his scalp. “The best libero in the world.”

A soft whimper left his throat, his cock twitching at your words, making you grin.

“You really love hearing that, huh?” You rolled your hips just a little, barely a grind, and he jerked under you, a strangled moan ripping from his throat.

“F-fuck—” His voice broke, his arms wrapping tight around your waist, pulling you closer as he tried to stop himself from losing it completely.

“You deserve this, baby,” you whispered, lips brushing against his temple as you rocked again, just enough to make him gasp. “You worked so hard, gave everything on that court… i just wanna spoil you.”

“Then please,” he begged, his voice raw, needy, absolutely wrecked with desire. “Please, baby, fuckin’ move.”

You hummed, pretending to think about it, even as you loved the way he was falling apart beneath you.

“But you look so cute when you’re like this,” you teased, dragging your fingers down his chest, tracing the defined muscles he’d worked so hard for. “All whiny and desperate, clinging to me like you’ll die if I don’t—”

“I will die,” he interrupted, voice strained, his hips twitching as he tried to get any friction. “Please—please, I need it so bad—”

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before finally lifting your hips, letting his cock slide almost completely out before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Nishinoya choked on a moan, throwing his head back, his thighs trembling beneath you as his body shuddered.

“Ohhh, fuck—fuck—”

“That’s it, baby,” you cooed, rolling your hips in deep, slow circles, letting him feel everything. “You take it so well… my good boy.”

He whimpered, his hands gripping you even tighter, his cock pulsing inside you. The praise was making him so weak, so desperate, his body completely at your mercy.

You fucked him deep and slow, drawing out every moan, every shiver, every breathless gasp of your name. He deserved it—deserved every bit of love, every bit of pleasure, for how hard he’d fought on that court, for how much he’d given.

And you weren’t stopping until he completely fell apart.

A/N: GUYS I JUST REWATCHED GIVEN AND I‘M WRECKED💔All sanity and happiness in me just vanished wtf ts feels like a relapse💔💔Anyway i’m currently working on all the requests I got so stay tuned!!

[semiloml]

cw: cock worship, slight dumbification, overstimulation, down bad atsumu<33

Atsumu loved seeing you like this.

On your knees, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes, lips swollen from where you’d been mouthing at the head of his cock for the last few minutes—so desperate, so eager, so fucking perfect.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head back so he could see you properly. “Look atcha, baby. S’like you were made for this, huh?”

You let out a soft whimper, your tongue peeking out to lap at the sensitive tip, making his breath hitch.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he cooed, his grip tightening just a little. “I know ya can take more than that—ya love suckin’ my cock, don’tcha?”

You nodded, moaning softly as you finally took him deeper, your lips stretching around his girth. His head fell back, a ragged groan leaving his throat as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him down like you were starving for it.

“Fuck—just like that, baby, yeah—shit, ya love worshippin’ me, don’t ya?”

You hummed around him, your eyes fluttering as he rocked his hips just slightly, watching the way your pretty lips slid up and down his shaft.

“Knew ya were a dumb lil’ thing,” he murmured, voice thick with want. “Always get so cock-drunk f’me—so fuckin’ desperate—”

His words made you whimper, and fuck, that sound did something dangerous to him. Because as cocky as Atsumu was, as much as he loved the way you worshipped him, there was a part of him that was utterly obsessed with you.

With the way you needed him.

With the way you melted for him.

With the way you let him ruin you, again and again, like you were made to be his.

“Shit, baby, ya keep doin’ that, ‘m gonna fuckin’ come down that pretty lil’ throat—”

You moaned, taking him deeper, swallowing around him, and Atsumu lost it, his hand tightening in your hair as he jerked, spilling hot and thick down your throat.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, his head spinning, his thighs trembling.

You pulled off him with a messy little gasp, your tongue peeking out to lick the corner of your lips, looking so pretty, so fucking wrecked—and Atsumu’s cock twitched again.

“Shit, baby,” he breathed, his thumb swiping across your swollen bottom lip. “Ya want more, don’tcha?”

You nodded, whining, pressing your thighs together.

Atsumu let out a low chuckle, his hands grabbing your waist, manhandling you onto the bed before flipping you onto your stomach.

“S’good,” he murmured, lining himself up with your soaked cunt. “‘Cause I ain’t done with ya yet, sweetheart. Not even fuckin’ close.”

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[semiloml]

cw: size kink, pussy drunk! bokuto, unprotected sex, overstimulation, manhandling, reblogs and comments are very appreciated!!<3

“Fuck—‘m sorry, baby, I can’t—I can’t stop—”

Bokuto’s voice was wrecked, his breath hot against your skin as he slammed into you, holding you down like you’d disappear if he let go.

His massive frame caged you in, thick arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you still as he fucked into you with desperate, hungry thrusts.

You were already so fucked out, legs shaking, body limp beneath him, but Bokuto—Bokuto wasn’t done.

“T-too much—‘Koutarou—!”

“Nah,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes wild, blown-out and glassy. “Feels too good, baby. So tight—fuck, I swear you’re getting tighter—”

A deep, broken moan ripped from his throat, his hips shuddering as his fat cock dragged against your sensitive walls, hitting spots so deep they made your toes curl.

“S’too big, ‘Ko—!” You sobbed, your hands gripping his biceps, fingers barely able to wrap around the thick muscle.

“You can take it,” he panted, voice dripping with something dangerously sweet. “Know you can. My good girl—always takes me so well.”

He pulled out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, making your back arch off the bed.

“Ohhh, fuck, yeah,” Bokuto whined, his voice breaking as he ground himself deep, rolling his hips like he was trying to mold you to his shape. “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so good—gonna make me cum so fast—!”

His cock throbbed inside you, his thick veins pressing against your walls, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. You felt so full, stretched to your limit, your stomach bulging just slightly from the sheer size of him.

Bokuto groaned at the sight, pressing his palm to the little bump, feeling himself inside you.

“Shit, look at that,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something almost dangerous. “Splitting you right open, huh? Fuck, baby, you were made for this dick—made for me—”

Your walls fluttered around him, and Bokuto gasped, his grip on your hips bruising.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck—don’t do that, baby, fuck, ‘m gonna cum—”

His pace stuttered, thrusts turning erratic, desperate, his breath ragged as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he moaned, his voice breaking. “Gonna make you so full—fuck, take it—take all of it—”

With a final, wrecked groan, Bokuto spilled inside you, his whole body trembling as his cock twitched, filling you with thick ropes of cum. He shuddered, pressing his face into your neck, still rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts, pushing it all deeper.

“Shit,” he panted, arms tightening around you. “Still so hard—can’t get enough—”

And with the way he was already rutting back into you, his cock twitching, aching for more—you knew he meant it.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: BOOMSHAKALAKA THANK YOU ALL FOR THE GREAT SUPPORT

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STRESS RELIEVER - Akaashi Keiji x Reader

cw: guided blowjob, soft dom akaashi, just taking care of timeskip editor akaashi:p

Akaashi looked exhausted.

The moment he stepped through the door, you could see it—the way his shoulders sagged, the slow, deep breath he took before setting his work bag down.

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. “Long day?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, his hands sliding up your back, holding you close. “Too much. Just… too much.”

your heart ached for him. You knew how hard he worked, how much weight he carried on his shoulders.

“Let me take care of you,” you murmured, looking up at him.

Akaashi sighed, tilting your chin up to kiss you—a slow, tired kiss, full of warmth and something needy.

Before he could protest, you sank to your knees in front of him, fingers working to undo his belt. His breath hitched, but he didn’t stop you—just watched, his tired eyes darkening as you pulled him free.

“You don’t have to,” he murmured, but his fingers brushed against your cheek, soft and grateful.

“I want to,” you whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his tip.

Akaashi’s breath shuddered. His hand slipped into your hair, his fingers threading through it, not pushing—just guiding.

“Slow,” he murmured, voice thick with exhaustion. “Just like that.”

You took his hardening cock into your mouth, starting with shallow bobs, letting him feel the warmth of your tongue, the wet heat of your lips.

Akaashi groaned softly, his grip tightening just a little, his thumb stroking along your cheek.

“God, baby,” he exhaled, his voice wrecked. “You feel so good.”

You let him guide you—let him set the pace, rolling your tongue just the way he liked, your hands resting on his thighs as his fingers trembled in your hair.

“Deeper,” he breathed, his voice low, almost pleading. “Please.”

You took more of him, letting him slide in further, swallowing around the thick weight of him.

“Fuck—” His hips jerked, his grip tightening. “Just like that. Just—shit, baby—”

You could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his thighs tensed beneath your palms, his body rigid with the weight of his release.

“Gonna come,” he warned, his voice raw. “You gonna take it all for me?”

you hummed around him, and that was it—his body shuddered, his moan breaking into something breathless as he spilled down your throat, his fingers tightening in your hair as his head tipped back.

For a few moments, he just breathed—deep, steadying. Then, gently, he pulled you up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your skin, his hands warm on your waist.

And when he pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you like he never wanted to let go, you knew he meant it.

A/N: Thank you all for the amazing and kind support!! I really appreciate it.

ALSO: Are there any character requests?

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cw: corruption kink, slight degradation, rough sex, slight brat taming, brothers roommate!matsukawa, enjoy!!

“You shouldn’t be here,” Matsukawa murmurs, voice dripping with amusement.

Your back was already against the wall, his broad frame crowding you in, the dim light of the hallway barely illuminating his wicked smirk.

His hands are braced beside your head, caging you in like a prey.

“And you shouldn’t be doing this,” you shoot back, even as your breath hitches when his knee nudges between your thighs.

“No?” He hums, tilting his head like he’s considering it. “You sure about that, sweetheart? Because you came to me.”

You did.

You’d made some excuse about needing to grab something from your brother’s apartment, but the moment you stepped into his apartment and saw his roommate Matsukawa, sprawled out on the couch, something inside you snapped.

The way he always looked at you, like he knew a secret you didn’t, the way his fingers lingered when he passed by—it was too much.

“I just—” You falter, and that’s all he needs.

“Oh, baby,” he purrs, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before gripping your jaw, tilting your face up to his. “You’re already shaking, and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

His thumb drags over your bottom lip, pressing down slightly, watching as your tongue darts out instinctively. His dark eyes flash with something dangerous.

“Fuckin’ cute,” he mutters, voice lower now, rougher. “How long have you been thinking about this, huh? Coming into my room late at night, pretending you need something—what was your plan, sweetheart?”

You glare at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“Oh,” he chuckles darkly. “Still got some fight in you? That’s cute.”

Then, he kisses you.

It’s not soft, not tentative—it’s possessive, all teeth and tongue, his hands already roaming your body like he owns it. You barely have time to react before he grips your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and pressing you against the wall.

“Fuck..Matsu—”

“That’s it,” he breathes against your lips, his fingers already slipping beneath your shorts, dragging them down with ease. “Look at you, already dripping for me. You wanted this bad, didn’t you?”

you whimper, squirming against his hold, but he just presses his weight against you, keeping you still.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he coos, nipping at your jaw. “Scared your brother might hear?”

Your eyes widen slightly, and Matsukawa grins.

“Ohhh,” he drawls, voice full of mock sympathy. “That’s what it is? You don’t wanna get caught? Then you better keep your pretty little mouth shut, yeah?”

His fingers find your entrance, sliding in so easily it makes you ache. “Fuck,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re so wet, baby. I bet you were thinking about this for weeks—about me stretching you open, fucking you stupid against this wall.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he rubs slow, teasing circles against your clit, just enough to make you desperate but not enough to satisfy.

“Matsu—please—”

“Please what?” he mocks, slowing his movements. “You wanna ride my fingers? My tongue? My cock? C’mon, sweetheart, use that pretty mouth and ask for it.”

You’re too far gone to care about dignity. “C-Cock,” you gasp. “Please—need you inside me—”

His eyes darken, and in a second, he’s undoing his belt, dragging his cock out, pressing the tip against your entrance.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” he mutters, gripping your hips. “Bet you don’t even wanna take it slow, huh? You want me to wreck you, ruin this tight little pussy?”

You nod frantically, barely able to think beyond the need coursing through you.

“God,” he groans, gripping your thighs as he thrusts, splitting you open in one deep stroke. “That’s it, baby—take all of it—fuck, you feel so good—”

You choke on a moan, barely able to breathe as he fills you completely, stretching you so much it’s overwhelming.

“Too much?” he teases, biting at your neck. “Nah. You love this, don’t you? Love how deep I am?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before he starts moving, fucking into you with deep, bruising strokes, pressing you against the wall with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the small space, obscene and dirty, mixed with your soft, choked whimpers.

“Fuck,” he hisses, watching where you take him. “Look at that, baby—taking me so good, letting me ruin you like this.”

Your head falls back against the wall, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach as his fingers find your clit again, rubbing in quick, relentless circles.

“Matsu—’m gonna—”

“Yeah?” He grins, moving even faster. “Then come for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

And you do—so hard it feels like the world shatters, pleasure slamming into you all at once, making your body tremble. Matsukawa groans, fucking you through it, his thrusts turning sloppy.

“Fuck—gonna fill you up, baby—gonna make you mine—”

He buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan, his grip tightening as he rides out his high.

For a moment, the two of you just breathe, chests heaving, bodies still tangled together. Then—

“Shit,” he mutters, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw. “Think your brother heard that?”

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: after I‘m done with all my haikyuu requests, I‘ll start writing for jjk again too!! requests are btw still open

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cw: praise kink, overstimulation, soft dom akaashi, basically just a smut drabble

Akaashi had always been meticulous in everything he did.

The way he spoke, the way he carried himself, the way his sharp eyes analyzed everything in a room—there was a precision to him that was undeniable. And that precision, that control, extended to the way he touched you.

Which was why you were currently spread out beneath him, trembling, overstimulated, and utterly wrecked.

“You’re so messy already,” he murmured, his voice smooth and even despite the wreckage he was making of you. His fingers trailed down your slick skin, dragging deliberately through the wetness between your thighs. “We’ve barely started.”

You whined, hips shifting, but his other hand pressed down on your stomach, keeping you in place.

“Be still,” he ordered, and you immediately obeyed.

Akaashi rewarded you with a small smirk, dipping his head to press a soft, deceptively sweet kiss against your collarbone. “Good girl.”

The praise sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, but Akaashi was in no rush. He took his time, every movement controlled, every touch designed to make you fall apart just the way he wanted.

His fingers slid into you so easily, your body already pliant from how long he’d been teasing. He worked them in deep, curling just right, his thumb rubbing lazy, calculated circles over your clit.

“You like this, don’t you?” he mused, watching your face intently, cataloging every shiver, every twitch. “Letting me take my time with you? Knowing you don’t get to decide when you come?”

You nodded frantically, breathless. “Yes—yes, please—”

“Patience,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your ear. “We do things at my pace, remember?”

You whimpered, muscles tensing as he kept you teetering on the edge, never letting you tip over. He loved this part—seeing you get so desperate, so needy, unraveling piece by piece under his touch.

Only when you were practically begging did he finally line himself up, his cock pressing slowly, deliberately inside. He bottomed out with a low, satisfied sigh, pausing just to feel you clench around him.

“So tight,” he murmured, one hand gripping your hip, the other wrapping around your throat—not squeezing, just resting, just reminding you who was in control. “You take me so well, sweetheart.”

Then he moved.

Deep, controlled thrusts that made your breath hitch, his grip unyielding as he owned every inch of you. He never let you squirm away, never let you hide from the pleasure.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, and when you tried to look away, his grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your pulse race. “There’s my good girl.”

You could do nothing but take it, whimpering, gasping his name as he drove you closer and closer to oblivion.

And when he finally let you break—when pleasure slammed through you, leaving you shaking beneath him—Akaashi just smirked, dragging his fingers through the wet mess between your thighs.

“Messy,” he murmured, voice full of satisfaction. “But I suppose I’ll allow it.”

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT <33 I‘M CURRENTLY WORKING ON ALL MY REQUESTS AND I WILL NOW POST DAILY >.< (atleast I will try!!)

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thinking about…“phone sex“

featuring atsumu miya

★ content: smut, nsfw, afab reader, timeskip haikyuu, phone sex, masturbation on call (both female and male), p in v, sex without protection, just nasty boombayah🙂‍↕️

★author‘s note: Reblogs, likes and comments are really appreciated 🩷🩷 thank you all for your support!! Also I promise it gets better at the end

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It was around 1 am when your phone buzzed against the nightstand, its insistent vibration cutting through the silence of your darkened bedroom.

Half-asleep, you squinted at the screen.

Incoming call from Atsumu Miya…

“What the hell does he want at this hour?”

you yawned out, ignoring it. But curiosity—or something deeper—won out, and you swiped to answer.

“Hello?” you said, voice thick with sleep.

“You picked up.” His voice was low, rough around the edges, and entirely too intimate for a call at 1 am.

“Clearly. What do you want?”

There was a pause, the sound of rustling sheets on the other end. When Atsumu spoke again, his voice had a slow, deliberate cadence.

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d call you. Keep me company.”

you rolled your eyes, but your pulse betrayed you—quickening just a little.

“That’s not my job. Go bother someone else“

“You always talk back like this, or just when you’re in bed?” he murmured and you could hear the smirk on his face

“You think I’m in bed?” you exclaimed trying to sound annoyed.

“Aren’t you?” he challenged.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the sheets pooling around your waist, the thin tank top clinging to your skin. You tried to sound unaffected. “And if I was?”

He exhaled, a slow, knowing sound. “Then I’d say you should turn over and put me on speaker.”

Your breath caught. The casual arrogance in his voice made your stomach flip, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“You’re awfully bold for someone begging me to keep him company.”

“I’m not begging. Just picturing things.”

Your fingers tightened around the phone.

Damn Miya.

“Like what?” you asked, voice softer now, curiosity laced with something darker.

A deep chuckle rumbled through the speaker. “Like what you’re wearing. How you’d sound if I…” He trailed off, waiting.

you shifted, your body betraying you before your mind caught up.

“If you what?” you whispered.

He hummed, pleased. “Now we’re talking.”

Atsumu’s voice sounded like liquid heat sliding over your skin.

“That depends,” you countered, fingers tightening around your phone. “Are we?”

He chuckled, low and slow. “Oh, princess, I think we are.”

A rustling sound filtered through the speaker. Sheets shifting, a sharp breathy exhale. Your skin prickled.

„What are you doing?” you asked, voice softer now.

“Thinking about you.”

Your heart pounded.

This was too intimate.

Too much.

But you didn’t plan on hanging up.

“And?”

A pause. Then, a deep inhale. “And wondering if you’re touching yourself yet.”

Your breath hitched.

“What—”

“Don’t play coy,” he interrupted, voice laced with amusement. “Not after the way your voice changed. I can hear it, you know. The way you’re breathing.”

You swallowed. hard. He wasn’t wrong. Your skin felt hypersensitive, every inch of you buzzing with awareness.

“I—”

“Tell me,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “Are you?”

your fingers flexed against the sheets. Your thighs pressed together instinctively. Atsumu was a few miles away, nothing but a voice in your ear—but God, did it feel like he was right there.

“Maybe,” you admitted.

His groan was low, guttural. “Fuck.”

Your breathing hitched yet again.

“Put me on speaker.”

You hesitated.

“Princess,“ he coaxed, a little rough. “I want to hear you.”

Heat shot straight through you, pulse hammering as you did as he asked.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured.

You barely had a second to process what he said before he added, “Now, tell me exactly what you’re doing.”

“I…” you swallowed, heat pooling between her thighs.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he murmured, voice coaxing but firm. “Are your legs spread?”

you closed your eyes, trying to get used to the feeling inside you.

“sweetheart?“

you bit your lip. “Yes.”

A sharp inhale from the other end of the line.

“Good girl.”

The praise sent a shiver straight down your spine. Your other hand drifted lower, teasing the edge of your panties, breath quickening.

“Are you wet?”

God, he was relentless.

your thighs clenched. “Yeah.”

“Let me hear it.”

you exhaled shakily, shifting your fingers lower, parting yourself with a soft, unsteady sigh. The sound was unmistakable.

His groan was deep, almost pained. “Fuck, I knew it.”

Your pulse hammered in your ears. “What about you?”

A dark chuckle. “You want to know how hard I am for you right now?”

you whimpered.

“Tell me what you’d do if I was there,” Atsumu demanded, voice rough.

Your breath hitched. “I’d let you touch me.”

“Where?”

You slid a finger lower, teasing yourself, gasping softly at the sensation.

“There.”

„I want more than that, sweetheart,” he growled. “Tell me.”

You let your head tip back, drowning in the sound of his breathing, in the slow, needy way he exhaled whenever you made a sound.

“I’d let you spread my legs,” you whispered, now more confident, slipping a finger inside. Your body clenched at the thought of him—his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing you down.

“Yeah?” he rasped.

“And I’d let you—”

A moan slipped past your lips as you worked yourself open, the pleasure spiking hard.

Another groan from him.

“You’re killing me, baby,” he muttered. “I wanna be inside you so bad.”

Your breath came in quick, shallow pants.

“Then come over,” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at the phone.

A long silence stretched between the two of you. Your body was still humming, fingers wet from touching yourself to nothing but his voice. You could hear his breathing through the phone—rough, ragged.

Then—

“Stay up.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

“Stay up,” he repeated, voice dark, commanding. “I’m coming over.”

You sat up so fast you nearly dropped the damn phone.

“You’re serious?”

“You’re the one who told me to.” A low chuckle. “Now be a good girl and keep those pretty legs spread for me until I get there.”

The call ended.

Your stomach flipped. Holy shit.

You barely had time to collect yourself before there was a knock at the door—sharp, urgent.

You opened it, and there he was.

Hair tousled, chest rising and falling like he’d rushed over, eyes dark with something primal.

The second you stepped back, he was inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

“You’ve got no idea what you’ve done to me,” he muttered, gripping your jaw and tilting your face up.

„Then do something about it.”

And he did.

His mouth crashed onto yours, a desperate, bruising kiss, hands roaming, pulling, grabbing.

Atsumu lifted you up effortlessly, pressing you against the nearest wall, grinding against you—and God, he was so hard.

“I need to be inside you,” he groaned against your lips, fingers already shoving your panties down, his own pants barely undone before he was lining up his—thick, hot, throbbing cock against your entrance.

You gasped, nails digging into his big shoulders. “Then don’t tease.”

His jaw clenched.

“Hold on to me.”

you barely had time to obey before he thrust inside in one deep, punishing stroke.

Your body arched, a cry breaking from your lips.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, forehead dropping to yours.

“So fucking tight.”

He didn’t wait. Didn’t give you time to adjust.

He fucked you against the wall, each thrust of his hips deep and ruthless, dragging moans from you that you didn’t even recognize as your own.

„This what you wanted?” he growled, biting at your jaw and your throat, his grip bruising on your thighs.

“Yes—fuck, yes,” you moaned, nails raking down his back.

He lifted you higher, angling deeper—hitting that spot that made you see stars.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”

And when he reached down between the two of you, pressing his thumb against your clit—you shattered.

And he didn’t stop.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: I need him so bad😔