atsukuro

[atsukuro]

this one's for my brown girlies

your bangles and ghungroos making repeated "Chan chan chan" noises (yk what im saying??) when kuroo's having his way w u ;)

bonus points if he got those chudis and ghoongroos for you

Nonnie I hope you know that my brain isn’t fucking working rn cos of this aldnskkamsdjsj I’m going insaneeeeee

Imagine those same bangles and anklets that he put on you earlier in the evening so innocently being the cause of his dirty thoughts every time you wear them. The first time he fucks you in them is right after one of your cousins weddings. This man is so impatient, he doesn’t even bother taking your clothes off, he just fucks you with your lehenga rucked up around your thighs.

The jangling and chiming is like music to his ears coupled with your moaning and gasping. And he can’t help himself. Every time you’re dressed up, you just look so beautiful that he just has to have you wrapped around his cock.

Unfortunately, this means that when you go shopping to buy a new set of chudiyan (your favourite pair got warped under his hands when he had your wrists pinned to the bed) the moment you run your fingers along a display piece, he’s in trouble.

They make a soft tinkling sound and he feels himself getting hard. All he can think of is the pretty sounds you make as you clench around his length when he watches you try them on, wondering how the bright colours will contrast against your warm skin when he buries himself inside you. How the bells on the anklets you pick up will chime and sing when your legs are thrown over his shoulders.

Maybe you could wear them all them time. Not just on special occasions.

#BASHING MY HEAD ON THE WALL #this is never gonna leave my head now… #hq smut #kuroo smut

[atsukuro]

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ FEATURING ꒱ virgin!atsumu

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI !! virginity loss, unprotected sex, overstimulation, tsumu and reader fuck each other dumb oops

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"what did ya do to me?” atsumu gasps out, resting his forehead onto yours before he starts moving again.

he can’t help erratically rutting into you, feeling your slick walls coat his cock, driving him further into insanity. the constant pulses your cunt emitted pulls him in a haze, fucking his cum further into you. the way you squeeze him so tightly was going straight to his head, clouding his vision until all he could feel was you.

he never knew it could feel this good. it honestly felt better than any win on the court, higher than any high he’s ever had. something was coursing through his veins, egging him on to push himself as deep as he could into your warm, welcoming cunt.

once you showed him where the clit was, it was game over. he had surprised you, he was a natural. but then again, he was always good at striving to be the best.

and you were being so good for him, laying there and taking it, guiding him with your legs wrapped around his waist. but what else would he expect from his cute manager. the one who had welcomed him to the team with a sweet smile and constant reassurance. he didn’t realize he had gotten any special treatment from you until bokuto commented on it. that’s when he knew you might’ve liked him. and that’s when he decided to make his clumsy move.

it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve cum or how he had already cum, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. he kept spilling into you while simultaneously spilling out all the feelings he’s kept locked inside. it was like a dam breaking, once it started it couldn’t stop.

“cant believe i’m the one that gets to fuck ya.” he moans in your ear, hips stuttering against you before finding his pace again. the room was filled with the sound of your bodies slapping together, his balls feverishly clapping against your ass.

he knew he sounded whiny — but he didn’t care. not when every fiber of his being was on fire, the amount of pleasure was overwhelming. the overstimulation was starting to bite at him but there was no way he could stop, even if he wanted to. absolutely addicted to the way your body melded with his.

“shit-” you gasp out, clawing more into his back. the sensation of you drawing small scratches into him brought him back down to reality for a moment, letting out a deep groan.

his eyes quickly found yours as he tried to assess if you were feeling as good as he was feeling. but judging by the way those breathy moans and whimpers of his name were flowing out of your mouth, he hoped he was doing a good job. but he needed you to say it.

“does it feel good? when i fuck ya like this?” he pants, leaving open mouth kisses along your throat. his words were laced with insecurity despite his cocky question, absolutely desperate to know the answer.

“feels so good ‘tsumu.” your words slur together. the nickname caught him off guard and pride swells in his chest, driving him to drive into you harder, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. the new position angled him deeper, and he knew he was a goner.

“fuck m’gonna cum again.” he panted out, driven by the need to fill you up more. he felt himself getting tired but he didn’t want to stop, not when you were babbling out for him. breathing wasn’t the priority right now, you were. tears pricked along his last line as his hips stuttered into you, trying to push himself all the way past your wall and lodge himself into your heart.

everything with blank for a moment, white filling his vision as he came in spurts, practically moaning out your name as he emptied himself into you. the way your walls were fluttering around him prolonged his orgasm and he could barely hold on, roughly gripping onto your waist as his lifeline.

but he wasn’t done.

after cumming twice already, overstimulation was ripping into him, the pain shooting directly into his tip. but the pleasure easily outweighed it. especially with the way your slick walls were clinging onto his cock, almost as desperate for him as he was for you. he knew he had another one left in him.

the two of you were drenched in sweat and who knows what else. but he had never seen you look more beautiful as you laid under him, pulling at him for more. his cock twitched at the sight, and he was more than ready to deliver what you both craved.

#hq smut #atsumu smut

[atsukuro]

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 ⊹ kita shinsuke.

summary : the morning after your first time together, kita shinsuke shows you how you're his entire world–and then some.

warnings : fem reader, smut (minors do not interact), mentions of first time together (NO virginity loss), protected sex, established relationship, oral (f. receiving), fingering, slight hair pulling (character receiving), teasing, begging, pet names (sweetheart, my girl)

word count : 6.3k

When you wake, the first thing you feel is warm. 

The second thing you feel is Shinsuke’s arms around you, holding you loosely yet firmly–as if to reassure you that, even in sleep, he’s there. That he’s unconsciously thinking of you, reaching for you even while his mind has drifted into a deep lull. 

For a moment, that is all; you feel a blissful sense of peace fill your chest, and with your eyes still closed, you bask in the inherent sensation of comfort surrounding your heart. The smile that makes its way onto your face is not of your own accord: you can’t help it–not when Shinsuke’s breath fans across the nape of your neck, his lips grazing against the skin there. You want to shiver at the ticklish feeling–to bury yourself further in his hold–your body instinctively shifting as your heart tugs in your chest. 

When you shift your legs–moving them back so that one rests between Shinsuke’s legs–it is then that you feel the deep soreness that lingers between your thighs.

Your heart nearly clenches when you’re reminded of the previous night: when, merely a few hours prior, you and Shinsuke had given in to long-awaited desires, embracing over and over until you’d had your fill of the other. Even then, it had hardly been enough; you recall fondly how Shinsuke seemed to continue reaching for you, the look in his eyes begging for more in such a way that you could not deny. 

You hold your hand over your sternum–a poor attempt to calm your now-racing heart–a dazed look crossing your features when you’re reminded of how much love the previous night contained.

The night you and Shinsuke had fully given yourselves to each other; it was much like Shinsuke himself, you muse: wholly giving and filled with reassuring affection, loving touches and gentle caresses, an entirely selfless act of love that you had never experienced before. 

As you watch the thin, gauzy white curtains shift as the heater kicks on, with Shinsuke’s arms wrapped around you, you feel like the luckiest person in the world. 

From the window across your line of sight, the light has just barely crested the horizon, peeking over the rolling hills and nearly bare rice paddies; contently, you think that in just a few weeks’ time, the fields will be ripe for planting. You look forward to seeing your lover hard at work, standing up in the distant field to wipe the sweat off his forehead–leaving a small streak of rich brown dirt smeared on his brow. He’ll grin when he sees you making your way towards him, offering you that charmingly lopsided smile that you fell in love with, ready and willing to chide you for not adorning the proper wet boots as needed to aid in the planting process. 

For now, however, it is still too early–both in terms of the morning and the planting season. For now, you can bask in your satisfying embrace of pure, unbridled joy, relaxing in Shinsuke’s arms. 

You shift, moving slightly until your back is closer to Shinsuke’s chest. It causes him to stir, and the smile on your face only broadens when he mumbles something against your neck, still toeing the hazy line between consciousness and unconsciousness. 

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” he presses his lips to your temple in greeting, and the deep tone of his voice is enough to make you sigh happily. 

“Good morning, Shin’,” you return, allowing your eyes to fall shut again. 

In response, the man behind you pulls you closer, embracing you in his steady arms until your back is cradled against his broad chest. 

Only then are you reminded that Shinsuke is bare–minus loose briefs that hang low on his hips. Even from this position, you can feel the ridges of his lower abdominal muscles, the flexing of his biceps as he tenses his arms in a pseudo-stretch, ever mindful of how he has you in his arms. 

“I could get used to this,” Shinsuke chuckles against your ear, brushing his lips over every inch of exposed skin he can reach. 

An exhilarating feeling swarms your chest at his attention, making you feel light and airy. Shinsuke never fails to convey his affection for you, often leaving you speechless and swooning in the wake of his honest words. Even while boyishly bashful, he has never shied away from letting you know how he feels, opening up a bit of his heart with every sincere statement that falls past his lips. 

You find that you are still not immune to them, nor his unknowing charms. Even after all this time, even after finally having all of him for the first time. 

“I don’t know how you do that,” you state softly, not wanting to disrupt the peace that has wrapped you in an embrace almost as warm as Shinsuke’s. 

You feel his thoughtful hum before you feel it, nestled just underneath the skin of your ear, and you almost tilt your head further to feel his lips more fully against you. 

“Do what? Enlighten me, please.”

His words, similar to every part of him, are sweet. You don’t think you’ve ever met a man as sweet as Kita Shinsuke before, and it sometimes leaves you reeling that someone as wholly good as him looks at you like you’ve put the stars in the sky. 

“Dunno how you can just–” you wave your hand around as you look for the appropriate term, snapping your fingers when it appears in the forefront of your mind, “–just say such intimate things. Like, how you can be fully honest and not feel shy about it. You drive me crazy, Shin’.”

Similar to when he hummed, you feel him smile against your throat. He’s still distracting himself by kissing along your skin, allowing his lips to drag along the softness he so adores. Then, as if offended that you moved your hand away from him in your brief word search, he pulls it back until it rests against your navel, just under his own. 

“In a good way, I hope,” he teases, and the slight lilt to his words leaves you convinced that the room is spinning. 

You have to remind yourself that you’re lying down. 

“Definitely a good way,” you reply, allowing your head to rest against his shoulder. 

Shinsuke adjusts behind you, pulling you further into his embrace. When he guides you, he unknowingly ruts his cock against your backside, and you nearly lose your breath when you feel how he’s half-hard in his briefs. 

But he quickly relaxes, letting out a soft sound of contentedness, his lips moving against your skin as he yawns. 

“Good,” Shinsuke says, and drowsiness coats his words, causing his voice to sound rough with sleep, and you feel a deep flush of arousal despite yourself. He busies his free hand by running it up your side, though he still remains respectful, never daring to trail his fingertips along the same burning path he did last night. 

The notion of his thoughtfulness simultaneously leaves you wanting–deep pulse settling between your thighs at how his touch lingers, at the memories of what transpired a few hours prior–while also causing your heart to thrum in your chest. 

You wonder if the titillating feeling of being loved by Shinsuke will ever diffuse; you don’t think it will. 

You lapse into a tranquil silence, the kind where you cannot tell whether seconds or minutes have passed. It seems as if Shinsuke is just as satisfied with the quietude, the state of stillness, as he remains that way for what could be forever. 

“How’re you feelin’?” he asks, but his voice is just as calm and quiet as a spring breeze. 

His words, dipped in care and concern, remind you of the satisfying ache you feel between your thighs. 

“Fine,” you say, but when you feel him begin to fuss behind you, his hand moving to massage the bare skin of your hip, you amend it with, “good, I mean. A little sore–but the good kind. I like it.”

It seems to calm him, your reassurances, as his restlessness appears to settle. His touch against your body feels a bit more confident when he resumes trailing his fingers just barely below your hip, dipping down your thighs with a calming, feather-light touch.

“You like it?” Shinsuke questions, and you think you hear a trace amount of amusement coloring his tone. 

Your other hand–the one still held underneath one of Shinsuke’s–twitches when he reaches a sensitive area just under your hipbone. If you were turned around, you’d be able to see the soft quirk of his brow, followed by an almost mischievous grin that would put the Miyas' to shame. 

He does it again, and this time, you move your hand, so it’s on top of his, curling your fingers around him. 

“I do. It’s the good kind of ache, you know?” you clarify, hoping he understands the underlying meaning of your words. Despite all the barriers that had been brought down last night–his hands and mouth on you, worshiping you, his cock bringing you to the peak of pleasure–in the barely-there light of morning, you find that the shyness has returned to you, encompassing you once again. 

But, similar to the ache that lingers–the good kind–you like it. It reminds you of the feeling of having just fallen in love, the enchanting and seemingly neverending phase of being completely enraptured with Kita Shinsuke. 

“Yeah, I do know,” Shinsuke murmurs, unable to help himself when he leans forward to place a chaste kiss against the dip of your throat. The way he says it is not as if he is merely humoring you; he says it as if he understands because he feels it, too. As if, instead of a physical ache, he’s referring to the nearly incessant beating of your heart, pounding and fluttering under any ounce of his affection. 

It causes you to rephrase the question: “What are you feeling?”

He grins–as if he was waiting for you to ask that question, wanting to answer it. It’s flattering, the way he so obviously yearns for you. You yearn for him, too. 

“A lot,” he says, sighing deeply. His arms tense as he begins playing with your fingers, threading them through his own, doing his best to convey the complicated emotions he feels. “‘M feeling a lot, honestly. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Again, humor laces his tone, egging you on. 

Repeating him from earlier, you ask, “Enlighten me?” and Shinsuke immediately catches on to the underlying please you hadn’t spoken. 

You don't need to, not when you understand each other so perfectly. It’s as if you’re in tune with each other; one glance is all you need, unspoken words unnecessary. 

Shinsuke swears that if he wasn’t already in love with you, he surely would have fallen at that moment. 

“Hm,” he pretends as if he’s contemplating his following words–as if they weren’t already on the tip of his tongue–moving to kiss along your neck, grinning against your shoulder. “I wanna keep ya’ all to myself. Don’t wanna leave this bed for anything. I wanna keep kissin’ you,” he punctuates his words with a deliberate, lingering kiss to your cheek, not pulling away even after his lips leave your skin, “and I wanna love on ya’ some more.”

Shinsuke speaks as if he hasn’t just swept the floor out from underneath you, as if he can’t feel how your pulse races under his touch. Surely, he can feel it, especially with his lips mere centimeters from your pulse point. 

“Oh,” you tell him, breathless. “‘S that all?”

You meant for your statement to be cool–teasing, even–but, like with anything regarding you, your lover picks up on your meaning effortlessly. 

“Mm. No. ‘M definitely feelin’ a lot more, if you wanna hear about it.”

Oh, do you. 

“If you don’t mind,” you state, and Shinsuke feels his heart warm at your playful tone. 

With slow movements, like he’s giving you time and room to stop him, Shinsuke tugs at your hip, urging you to roll over and face him. Of course, you oblige, because when you turn to look at him and he’s smiling at you like that–eyes bright and hair still mussed with sleep–how could you ever deny him?

He cups your cheek, caressing his thumb along your cheekbone with a delicate, mellowed touch. Instinctively, you lean into him, nuzzling your face into the warmth of his palm, fully indulging in him. 

When you open your eyes to find him already staring at you, eyes brimming with so much adoration and care, you could swear you’re still dreaming. 

“You make me really happy. I can’t really explain it,” Shinsuke says, and while the warmth in his voice is ever-present, the mischievousness he’d previously adopted has softened around the edges. “Like, I was happy and all before you. But ya’ make it all better. More clear, if that makes any sense at all. Honestly, it feels like I’m talkin’ nonsense right now, but I think you get what I mean.”

And you do. The sincerity of his gaze, the sure way he holds you–you wholeheartedly and enthusiastically understand Shinsuke’s feelings because they are a mirror image of your own.

“I know I said it a lot last night, ‘nd that I probably sound like a broken record,” Shinsuke pauses to chuckle–a small, almost self-deprecating thing but with no connotations of negativity–before continuing, “but I mean it when I say that I love ya’. More than anything, really. ‘Nd that I could stay like this forever, if you’d have me.”

As he speaks, Shinsuke busies himself with tracing over the details of your face. His fingers run over the bridge of your nose, his eyes quickly following wherever his fingers touch. It’s like he can’t get enough of you, and the look gleaming in his eyes only further affirms that thought. 

“I would have you,” you say because, after the sweet confession he offered you, it feels like the most appropriate thing to say. How can you top that? How can you express your love more fully than Shinsuke already has? 

Your eyes quickly flutter shut when he drags the pads of his thumb over them, taking in the sight of your peacefully closed lids. 

“I could stay like this forever,” he whispers with a breath, repeating his previous statement. 

“Me too,” you agree with him, though it sounds more like a plea than anything else. “If you’ll have me.”

You feel Shinsuke’s shoulders move in a near-silent chuckle, his fingers dipping from your eyes to pull at your bottom lip. He lets the pad of his thumb sink into the plushness, pulling it down and keeping it there until you kiss it. 

“I’ll always have you,” he says, but it sounds more like a reassurance than anything. Like he’s promising not only to always love you but to always care for you, to always keep you, and keep you safe. 

To always leave you a spot next to him, at his table, in his bed. To clear out one of the drawers in his dresser, making space for you, asking you with quiet eyes and a docile smile to let him integrate his way into your life. 

“And I’ll always have you,” you reassure him, and when it falls from your lips, it’s a promise. 

He kisses you then; you knew he was going to when his eyes became half-lidded, his gaze thoroughly distracted. Still, his hand lingers to hold your cheek, eventually moving to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head to kiss you deeper. 

You respond immediately, wrapping your arms around him. You’re both grinning; it makes the kiss a bit difficult, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Like almost everything, apparently, the kiss feels different from the ones you shared last night. You try to think about it–perhaps it’s the light of early morning just beginning to peek into the still-blue room, or maybe it’s something else entirely–but your head spins the longer Shinsuke kisses you, and any other thoughts quickly fade. 

His lips remain soft against yours, moving against your mouth until it turns warm and pliant for him. You’re soon parting your mouth for him, urging him closer, letting out a slight sound when he presses his tongue between your lips. It’s hot as he licks into your mouth, and you feel yourself reeling at the taste of him, tugging your hands through the messy hair at the nape of his neck. 

Shinsuke kisses you slowly, almost lazily, like he has all the time in the world. He kisses you like the sun isn’t just barely cresting above the horizon, gracing the tops of the mountains miles away–like he has nothing to do today. As his hands slide down your sides, doing a better job of warming you than the heater and blankets combined, you humor the thought that maybe Shinsuke doesn’t want to do anything else today. That you’ll be able to keep him in bed, all to yourself–until the sun disappears and the moon takes its place and the sun rises again. 

It takes a few more seconds for him to pull away, and when he does, you’re breathless. Shinsuke doesn’t move far, though, staying with his lips just a hairs-width away from your own. You stay like that for a moment–his gaze warm and soft, darting between your eyes and your lips, his mouth grazing yours–before you feel an intense longing to feel him close again. 

Twisting your hands in his hair, you tug him close again, losing yourself to the feel of his lips. Shinsuke happily obliges, roughly chuckling against your mouth. He kisses you deeper this time; when he licks into your mouth, he presses down on your tongue, allowing the spit to pool there before sighing gently against you. 

He warms you up, hands still trailing down your sides. It’s not until you shift, moving to rest underneath him, that Shinsuke moves. Carefully, he braces his arms so that he’s hovering over you, refusing to break the sweet kiss that makes your mind feel tremulous. Quickly, you find yourself feeling a similar heat that was ever-present last night; it’s the sort of heat that begins between your thighs, lingering until you feel the need to press them together–anything to relieve some of the pleasurable ache–before eventually spreading up your stomach, caressing your ribs, filling your heart and head. 

“Please, Shin’,” you manage to murmur against your lover’s mouth, and while your voice is shaky, he understands your meaning. 

“Don’t wanna make you even sorer, sweetheart,” he tries to reason, but your hands are running down his bare chest, gripping and pulling at his hips, guiding him until he’s leaning over your body. 

“But it’s the good kind,” you tell him, and the desire has become so poignant that you can’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed over the uncharacteristic whine in your words. “It’s the kind I want to feel. Please, Shin’.”

He can’t resist you. He’s never been able to. You make his head spin–make his heart throb and cock feel heavy where it rests between his thighs. 

“Yeah, it feels good right now. I don’t want it to become too much,” Shinsuke fusses over you, but he readily indulges when you pull him down for another kiss. This one is messy, eager, full of spit and desire when you moan greedily into his mouth, making your needs known. 

You see his resolve crumbling before you when he pulls away, but the concern is still evident on his face. He doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t want to make you feel an uncomfortable sort of ache that will surely come if you continue indulging. 

His gaze drifts to your swollen lips again, longing gleaming in his eye despite the concern, and you become almost frustrated at his inherent sweetness. 

With your hands still in his hair, you pull ever-so-slightly–enough for him to take you seriously. “Shinsuke,” you begin, willing yourself to convey even a modicum of normalcy, “I love you. And I love that you’re looking out for me. But I want you to fuck me now. Please?” 

Your words cause him to pause–it’s almost comical how he appears to choke, to sputter on his words. How his eyes go wide, how you feel his cock throb against your hip. The visceral reaction you pulled from him is nothing short of satisfying, and you can’t help the proud smirk that barely begins to tug at your lips, lifting your heart with an equally pleased feeling. 

When he finally gathers himself, a similar look of mischief is present on Shinsuke’s face. “What,” he leans down, placing a chaste kiss against your lips before quickly pulling away, “am I,” he kisses you again–just enough to leave you wanting for more, “going to do,” another kiss, “with you?”

You like seeing Shinsuke like this–playful, with a certain lilt to his words that would make anyone swoon. You like seeing how he smiles down at you, happy in his place hovering over you. It makes you feel safe–wanted. 

“Make me feel good?” you ask, grinning when your voice comes out as equally in-love sounding as Shinsuke’s. “Please?”

Kissing down your neck, he gently bites at your skin, and you feel him grin when you gasp at the sensation. 

“I’d be a happy man,” Shinsuke says, fingers pressing and massaging against your hips. He remains with his head resting in the crook of your neck, distracting you with breathtaking kisses, dragging his tongue along your skin, before he pulls away to look at you again. “If you’re sure.”

He’s still looking out for you, still worried about making you sore. You feel the urge to sob at his inherent sweetness, feeling an unmistakable tug jolt in your chest. 

Reverting to seriousness, you cup Shinsuke’s cheeks, holding him close. He watches you with rapt attention, giving you his all, staring at you like you’re the world. 

You suppose you are his world. 

“I want you, Shinsuke,” you repeat, allowing the playfulness and teasing to abandon your words. “I want to feel you again. I really do feel fine, I promise. Hardly any soreness.”

He watches you for a moment–gauging your words, debating on whether or not to believe you. But you’re unwavering, staring right back at him with a slowly building grin, still holding his face between your hands. 

Then, you watch as his face relaxes all at once, and he drops his head to your shoulder. 

“Yer gonna be the death of me,” Shinsuke mumbles against your collarbone, unable to help himself as he places a kiss there. 

Carding your fingers through his hair, you hold him for a second, reveling in the feeling of Shinsuke visibly relaxing under your touch. His weight on top of you is welcome, warming you all over, and you once again feel like the luckiest person in the world. He makes you feel unbelievably safe, comforted, and you want to bask in this feeling for the rest of your life.

Oh, to be loved by Kita Shinsuke. 

He lifts his head from the spot by your neck, now looking up at you, almost pleading. “Can I use my mouth on ya’?”

Immediately, the pulsing between your legs is back. It returns with full force, and if you didn’t have Shinsuke on top of you, ready to make you feel good, you’re almost certain the feeling of desire would be an annoyance. 

“Yes, please,” you say, moving your hand until your fingers trace over his lips. They’re soft to the touch, giving under the pad of your fingertip, and Shinsuke simply watches you with pure, unbridled love as you admire him. 

Then, he becomes impatient; it is a very Shinsuke-like impatience, one that still drips with kindness and politeness despite his clear desire to love on you in the ways he wants. He leaves a kiss on your thumb in parting but doesn’t go far; with his gaze still on you, refusing to break your intense stare, Shinsuke begins making his way down your body, dragging his large palms and following his hands with his lips. 

His lips a burning trail on your skin, igniting the desire even that throbs in your veins all the more. It’s all you can do to watch him, hoping beyond all else that he can see the deep adoration pooling in your eyes. 

“It’s no fair–how good you are at this,” you sigh, once again threading your fingers through his hair. It’s soft under your touch as you smooth a hand over his forehead, brushing his hair away to better see him. 

Shinsuke pauses in his descent down your body–pauses in his worship of you. The look he offers you pins you to the spot–makes it feel like the oxygen in the room is anything less than plentiful. Deliberately, he parts his lips just under your navel, not breaking eye contact as he sucks and kisses at the skin. 

The intensity is almost too much to bear; you tilt your head back with a needy sound, pressing your head against the plush pillow Shinsuke had made sure to position behind you the night before. With your eyes closed, all you can focus on is how he feels: how his hot tongue drags down your navel, leaving a slick trail in its wake as he dips his head between your thighs, pulling your underwear down once you spread your thighs further apart. His hands–long fingers digging into your hips, keeping you still so that he can mouth at your cunt, openly groaning against your clit at the heady taste of you. 

A strangled whimper escapes your throat as Shinsuke sucks over the entirety of your cunt, wrapping his lips around you to savor how you squirm, how your hands tighten around the hair near the nape of his neck. 

He suckles your clit into his mouth for a few seconds, refusing to let up on the pressure of how he mouths at you before pulling away, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “‘M only good ‘cause yer irresistible. Can’t blame a man.”

Then, he’s suckling at your clit again, eagerly digging his tongue against you, pressing a finger against the heat of your cunt before sinking it in knuckle deep. As he sweeps his tongue from side to side against your clit, you can’t stop from gripping his hair harshly. Hurriedly, you look down at him with wide eyes, an apology already poised on your tongue, but Shinsuke merely shakes his head, groaning with a sound you hardly recognize that causes a deep pit of need to settle in your stomach. 

“Oh–Shin', fuck. You’re spoiling me–I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this,” you keen, arching your back in an effort to press your cunt further against his face. 

Shinsuke obliges with a needy sound, nearly moaning against your clit, pressing another finger into your tight heat, cock throbbing at the way you nearly suffocate his fingers. He pulls you against him harder, refusing to let up on circling your clit with his tongue, repeatedly swiping over it before pulling it into his mouth with little pulsing sucks. 

“Ya’ deserve to be spoiled,” Shinsuke mutters against you, barely moving away from your cunt. While he speaks, his fingers continue stretching you out, preparing you for the thickness of his cock that you’d only become acquainted with recently. “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of spoilin’ you.”

He’s back on your clit with a fervor, eating you out and lapping at your cunt messily. Shinsuke lets his spit pool on his tongue as he sucks on it, making you feel wet and swollen between your thighs, aching as you pull on the softness of his hair. 

Your orgasm comes incredibly quickly, though, with how your lover appears wholly devoted between your thighs, it’s hardly surprising. Your gasping pants alert him to your approaching peak, squirming under his hands that keep you pressed to the bed, unrelenting in how he pushes his tongue just under the hood of your clit. His jaw goes slack, encouraging you to rut against him, to use him for your pleasure, letting his tongue hang out as you grind yourself against him. 

“Shin', I’m–oh, please–I’m–”

“Yer okay, sweetheart. ‘M right here, you can let go f’me.”

Your body pulls tight at his words, a blissful wave of pleasure cascading across your body, pulsing at your clit. Shinsuke continues lapping at you, holding you gently while you crest over the high he brought you two with his fingers and mouth, still mouthing against you as you writhe. Your lips part in a silent moan as he sucks at you, pulling all of you into his mouth with increasingly gentle laps of his tongue, smoothing his hands over your hips to soothe you, to help bring you down. 

“S’good,” Shinsuke mumbles, finally pulling away from your thighs to make his way up your body again. He leaves a smattering of wet kisses up your thigh, against your side, pressing his lips to the underside of your breast, moving to pull your nipple into his mouth. It’s gentler than when he had his mouth on your cunt–he’s calming you down–kissing you and touching you with no ulterior motives other than to comfort you. “Yer so good to me. Dunno what I did to deserve you.”

The scoff you let out is good-natured. “I think I should be the one saying that,” you say, massaging into the muscle of his neck. 

Shinsuke tilts his head up to look at you, tilting it to the side as if he’s admiring every part of you. Despite how he just brought you to orgasm, the deep-seated look of pure love on his face makes you feel warm–bashful. 

“Still wanna feel you inside me,” you tell him when he reaches you, your lips mere inches apart. 

The admission–despite being almost entirely too obvious, you’re convinced–makes Shinsuke suck in a breath, still unused to your blatant desire for him. 

It feels surreal to Shinsuke–getting to hold you like this, getting to be the one who gets the pleasure of loving you. It feels like he holds the entire world in his arms, and when you look up at him, tilting your chin to offer him that endearing grin, stroking your fingers through his hair, he comes to the realization that you are his entire world and then some.

He doesn’t voice these thoughts, but you clearly see them reflected in the soft look he gives you; something is on his mind, but the longer Shinsuke remains hovering over you, you realize that it must have been a private thought, and it makes your heart flutter to life in your chest. 

“You sure? We can stop now. I’m content with just holdin’ ya’,” Shinsuke reassures you. He brushes his thumbs delicately over your sides, and while you assume he meant to appease you, it only awakens that desire in you more. 

Pleadingly, you wrap your arms around his neck, aching to feel him closer. “Please,” you look up at him through your lashes, lips parted in silent want when you feel how stiff his cock feels by your thigh. Even through the thin fabric of his briefs, he’s hot, and your mouth waters when you recall how hard and warm he felt in your palm. 

Shinsuke fixes you with a look, but you offer your own in return. A few beats pass–enough for his look to fade into one of amusement; you’re reminded of his statement earlier: what am I going to do with you?

You both shuffle to tug his briefs down, laughing in tandem when he almost fails at kicking it down and off his ankles. 

A look of hesitance passes as Shinsuke looks at you; you wait for him to gather his thoughts, silently being patient with him by running your hand down his arm. "Do you want to?"

“Of course," he says, then moves. 

"Here,” he says after a few more seconds, shifting back in bed until he’s sitting against the bedframe. You pick up on what he’s implying, grinning knowingly at the sudden sheepish look he’s adopted. 

“Oh?” you tease, but straddle his lap eagerly. His thighs feel thick when you sit on them, squeezing your legs around them and admiring how he flexes underneath you. 

“Always wanted to try this.” He’s blushing–scratching behind his neck and avoiding your gaze. You find the sight terribly endearing, especially how his cheeks continue to redden even while reaching across to pull at the drawer by his bed, pulling out a condom you struggled to find last night. 

You’re still smirking, intent on pulling more of those sweet reactions from him. “Who knew my Shin’ thought such dirty thoughts. Tell me: do you think about stuff like that often? About what you want to do with me?”

You’ve thoroughly flustered him, but as he tears open the wrapper of the condom, carefully watching as the latex rolls over his cock, he does his best to not appear shaken. “‘M tryin’ to be a gentleman here,” he tries his best to match your teasing energy, but his breath hitches in his throat when your hand wraps around his cock, rolling the condom the rest of the way down until it reaches his base. Then, you squeeze around him, keeping him tight and snug in your hand. 

Shinsuke thinks he could cum right then. 

“Well, I think about you,” you admit, lips hot as you murmur against the shell of his ear. 

The flare of desire that’d burned to life inside him only intensifies; with you sitting pretty in his lap, hand still caressing and palming his cock, your breasts pressed teasingly against his chest, Shinsuke can’t find a shred of restraint left. 

Almost possessively, yet still gently, he cups the back of your neck, urging you forward. A boldened look gleams in his eyes as he pulls you to look at him, a deep brown amber shining as he brings his lips to hover over yours. 

“I could think about you forever,” Shinsuke smiles against you, but his words apparently lit something similar inside you because you’re looking at him like that and suddenly sitting up, rocking down on his cock when you press it tight against your entrance. 

“Oh,” he breathes out, reveling in the sudden tight heat that surrounds his cock. Even through the condom, he can feel how hot you are–absolutely dripping for him, even more slick and swollen and tight than he remembers. 

“Oh,” you agree, rocking your hips forward again to take more of him. You shift and grind until you’ve taken his cock in to the hilt, and then you circle your hips to adjust to the thick stretch of him inside you. 

He startles then–a hand jolting out to hold your hip, bright brown eyes blown wide. For a moment, you think you’ve done something wrong and can’t help as a flash of near-panic jolts through you. 

But then Shinsuke relaxes, his head falling against the headboard, stuttered curses so unlike him falling from his lips. “Sorry-sorry. I just–you feel so good,” his voice has taken on a pleading tone, clearly strained. 

It’s then that you feel it–the kick of his cock inside you, the tip of it pressing against that one spot you’d so adored last night. And you immediately understand. 

He's close to cumming.

Cupping his cheek with your palm, you bring his face towards you, needing to look at him. 

“Do you feel good, Shin’?” you whisper against his lips, slowly beginning to circle your hips again. It causes him to nudge against that spot again, and you find it difficult to halt your motions once you’ve started. 

His grip is still tight on your hip–not harsh, but firm, like he’s reminding you to go slow. But satisfaction wells inside your chest, something akin to pride, when he doesn’t stop you, enjoying how you touch him.

“Too good,” he says, and when you begin to grind against him a bit firmer, rising off his cock before taking him back inside you, you watch with fascination how Shinsuke’s chest heaves. "Keep goin', please. Feels too good to stop."

He presses his hand between your bodies–still keeping the other steadily gripping your hip–to rub at your clit. He massages it in wide circles, pressing three fingers tight against it to help you feel the most pleasure. 

From all the previous teasing, combined with the pleasure from the previous night, it doesn’t take long for you both to reach your highs. Shinsuke continues guiding you to rock over him, to gradually increase your pace until you’re bouncing on his cock. He spreads his thighs as if to feel more of you, to give you more of him, his heated gaze traveling down your chest, watching with hungry eyes how your breasts bounce in front of his face. It almost feels like second nature when he leans forward to take one into his mouth, laving his tongue over it, not dissimilar to how he did your clit. 

Shinsuke rocks with you, fucking his cock up into you the longer you bounce on him. It only makes the pressure increase inside you tenfold, building and building just under your navel until the tingling in your clit is overwhelming. 

“There we go, that’s my girl,” Shinsuke coos, circling your clit with his fingers as you cum. He bites his lip as you clench impossibly tighter around him, rutting his cock into you to feel the delicious pleasure consume him, tugging at his groin until he’s cumming, holding you tight against him. 

As you catch your breath, the first thing you feel is warm. It fills your heart and spreads up your neck, burning a trail along your skin wherever Shinsuke kisses. 

The next thing you feel is love, because when Shinsuke looks at you, he looks at you as if you’re his entire world. 

The sun has crested the horizon when you look over at the window. 

haikyuu mlist.

#hq smut #kita smut

[atsukuro]

Imagine telling Kenma you’ve never squirted.

Or rather him finding out

It was actually a really awkward conversation in the kitchen of his apartment. The fresh toast sizzled against your fingers as you removed it from the toaster, the sun shined bright through his black curtains without quit, and because it was in his disposition to be up ungodly hours, you incorrectly assumed he’d hibernate in his room so you planned to head to your friend’s house for breakfast in a full face and clothes you never wore. Or technically, a full face and clothes you only wore out to places you cared about. Otherwise, you didn’t really dress to impress.

part 1 | part 2

500 FOLLOWERS?!

Footsteps sounded from afar and you retrieved the jelly from the fridge mindlessly.

“Where we going?”

Kenma taunted from his seat found on the island stool. You assumed he’d just woken up, accompanied with doing his daily hygiene because his soft voice still had the slightest rasp to it.

“We?” You jokingly snapped back. Kenma scoffed lightheartedly at you. The refrigerator door closed with a slight push, and Kenma sighed to where he could ask again. Some almost fully black stands came to fall in front of his face as he leaned forward on the cold, stone counter and his hair was pulled into a small ponytail, nothing left of the noticeable blonde but disproportional ends that fall into his large hoodie.

“Where are you going?”

You grab the plate but forget the juice for the morning. Back you go to the fridge almost in a rush.

“I’m going to a friend’s for breakfast, it’s this party thing she hosts every year,” you explain. “Almost like a friendsgiving. She takes it suuuuper serious.”

The juice is in one hand, a random cup in another. You twist around to pour the liquid on the island instead of the main countertop so you could engage in quick conversation with Kenma. As he got older he’s become more expressive and outgoing, just willingly reserved. He has, however, become a handful; and having lived with him, you’ve seen him take shots like a champ. You see his aloofness dissolve, his eyebrow coming up the slightest bit.

“And you’re eating breakfast before going to eat breakfast?” He slowed the pace of his words around the end of the sentence like he was judging you.

“I have to eat in the morning still, or I’ll pass out before I even get there Kenma! I’m kinda a little late though so you can heckle me when I get back.”

“Uhuh…”

Kenma hummed in response with an inconspicuous smirk on his face. You wouldn’t have even seen it if it weren’t for you waiting to see his reaction of your flawless vocabulary. He was however, changing his position to leaning back in the chair, already staring you incredulously. It was somewhat close to a manspread, his hands were tucked into the hoodie pockets, and the sight was way too much for you to handle this early in the morning.

So, you turned around to tend to your idle plate with jelly-less toast on it. You didn’t like Kenma specifically, persay, you would’ve liked it if any boy looked at you like that. Yeah. Don’t think too much about it.

Anyway, with the slide of a drawer you withdrew the knife and got to work. Unbeknownst to you, Kenma had not taken his eyes off your body. Your hair was still slightly wet but it made it easier for you to style. It was up. The backless halter top you wore was connected only by a string at your nape, and it left skin between that and your skinny jeans that fell down to your open toe, clear strap heels. You were dressed perfect for the summer occasion of a girls day out. And he was absolutely sulking in it.

“You look good.”

You hate the slight pause in your actions. You hate the way you had to question if he was talking to you or not, even if you were the only one in the house. You hate that you refuse to turn around to him. You hate the giddy smile that decorated your face. You hate that you had to cover up how everything you hated affected you, so you say “Thank you; flatter me more.”

He just outwardly chuckled, and ended with a “Maybe.” He starts again, “Hey is this who you were on the phone with last night? Who’s at the party I mean.”

“Hm?” Your chin did lead over your shoulder at this. “Yes actually, I’m surprised I’m up as early as I am considering she kept me up all night.” You resume.

“Tell her I said she should break up with him.”

You agree, “I will; she definitely needs to hear it.”

…

Suddenly, you snap your head back around quick enough to give you whiplash. You don’t get embarrassed easily, but you had to be blushing like a bitch.

This time Kenma’s smirk was very noticeable. You blink warily at him.

“Ken… how much did you hear?” Your voice was soft with curiosity mixed and thrown into fear. He just shrugged casually and quickly switched to an innocent façade. One thing you learned about him over the years: he has a badass poker face. And he’s a dick.

Such a dick, in fact, that after reassuring “I wasn’t eavesdropping so I didn’t hear much,” he let you take deep breaths of relief and turn back around to lather your second piece of toast. You felt the golden, low, cat-like eyes burning through the back of your head—so with indecision and obscurity—you looked over your shoulder again. He wore a shit eating grin.

You pointed the butterknife at him accusingly.

“You fucking liar! You heard all of it!!”

Kenma just smiled menacingly.

“I did hear all of it actually, but pushing that aside, why do I feel like I’ve never heard you say some of the words you said?” He tilts his head to the side, completely dismissing you.

“Kenma!?”

“Say pussy.”

This made you stop. You found him unbelievable, and you’d never admit what hearing him say pussy does to your mind, but his head was sideways in pure amusement like he was waiting on you to do it.

“Kenma. What.”

“Say it.”

You just stared at each other.

“Pussy,” you finally repeated. After lingering in the air a bit Kenma’s eyes went wide and he threw his head back to diminish into laughter.

“Kenmaaa.” You groaned loudly. He only laughed harder. “What all did you hear? Seriously!”

He calmed down to just a grin and ushered you to be as well with the palm of his hand.

“Okay okay—mainly the part where she explains how she hates the guy because she feels like he ignores her and has never made her cum—plus some other stuff, blah blah, that’s basically it,” He rambles.

It was your turn for your eyes to run wide, so in astonishment that your body couldn’t even address the other words that rolled out his mouth so easy. “I don’t want basically, I want all of it,” you declare.

“There’s not much more unless you’re including all the other dumb shit he did? Like how he told his friends she did something even if she didn’t, and she felt invalidated about it. I have amazing input on these types of situations by the way.”

Kenma was saying all this without any negative emotion, relaying it to you with normalcy. “The only thing after that was about yourself.”

You roll your eyes, but bingo. So he did hear it. He heard what you didn’t want him to. Your face may have dropped a tiny bit.

“…What was it? About how…I have-“

“-never squirted?” He finishes. Your chest tightened a little, and your face was red with what was anger transforming into something else. His ordinary apathetic gaze was locked on yours for a tiny moment, so you made it your responsibility to look away and grab your food.

“Gotta go now, I’m already late.” You swiftly unhooked the keys from the wall and opened the door. It wasn’t his fault he heard (because to be honest you two weren’t the quietest last night during your girl talk), but just now the fact that he knew upset you. Your best friend made it seem so easy, like she does it all the time, and it just made you seem like you were missing out how she explained it.

However, on your way out, Kenma did call for you from the kitchen. “Not everyone can do it,” He said. It was reassurance, you assume, but it didn’t really come off as such. He then says (more to himself you also assume), “Not everyone can make you do it either.”

This sat with you the whole breakfast/brunch party, champagne being passed around like candy but nothing could stop you from thinking about it. Of course it being a whole room of the closest friends, she re-explained last night’s gossip, the effects hitting you again as your friends chimed in on the situation. Was it really as good as they say?

——•——

You unlocked the house door, the apartment dim and quiet. It was around four now, you weren’t completely sober, and your heels clacked along the tile.

Dropping your arm to sit your purse on the counter and hang the keys, you undo a single strap and slip the shoes off. You carry them in your hand for the journey to your room.

Of course before you can reach your door, there’s Kenma’s slightly cracked open one to remind you of what he said. Not everyone can make you do it either.

What does that even mean; can’t you do it alone? Do you need someone else for it?

You weren’t dumb and at least knew what he was implying. It was an offer. Or maybe it wasn’t, and you’re just horny. Either way you find yourself stopped in front of the entrance to his room. You don’t bother to knock, it falls open with a slight push of your free hand.

Kenma resides at his setup, on his phone, the mic wrapped around his neck. The few moving lights in his room softly radiated from his pc, making him appear to be different strong shades of red and orange depending on when you looked. He didn’t seem to be streaming.

He casts you a glance past his hair but dismisses your presence. You don’t really ever come into his room except to just grab something and go, usually a hair product.

You take a few steps inside. Then, you leisurely drop the heels at his bedside so he finally acknowledges your company.

“Ken?” Your delicate voice breaks the silence of the outside, completely unsure if there was music running through his headphones.

He clicks his phone off for your full attention.

“What’s up? How was it?”

You continued taking slow steps forward, with only one thing on your mind. And it wasn’t the party. “It was okay.”

Kenma surveys how you have yet to halt, inching closer and closer to him. It only took a slight examination of your face to see the solemnity. Blankness. He stands up from his seat and removes the headset from himself in concern before you can get any closer.

“You sure? You don’t look-“

“-Kenma. What did you say earlier?” You whisper. He was now directly in front of you.

He pauses for a second and his face converts to disbelief. “Are we still talking about the squirt thing?” He smiles mischievously, “I was just letting you know not to worry about it so much.”

You hate that word. It’s so gross sounding, so vulgar. But you can’t bring yourself to get him to stop saying it.

“Well I have been. What happens now?” You peer strangely at each other, both acutely aware of where this was going.

“And you’re coming to me for this, why?” The ravenette taunts. He knew exactly why you were in his room right now, the curiosity having ate away at you all day. Like an itch that won’t go. You’ve gotta give in if this’ll go anywhere.

“Well you seem to know a lot about it…” you fumble with your bracelet nervously. You’ve gotten this far. “Could you…maybe help me?”

Kenma makes no sudden movements. He scans you suspiciously. A slight flush of red may have spread across your cheeks, but the darkness was protective. Hearing it actually come out of your mouth was a whole different story than imagining it.

“You want me to make you squirt?” He confirmed.

You may have physically cringed at that sentence because his hands find his sweat pockets in a ‘you said it not me’ manner.

“Yes.”

He scanned you again for good measure.

“Alright.”

With this he turned on his heel, stepped away, and sat in his gaming chair again. You stood there, unaware of what to do.

“Come here.”

You follow him to his setup. He sighs because he could see how uncomfortable you were.

“What usually do you do to get off?” He questions. He twists you around by your hips, your back facing him.

“Uh…It’s just kinda alone in my room I guess. I use my fingers usually.” You tried to keep your voice low enough to cure your embarrassment. Kenma, however, seemed to be doing this with ease. In fact, as he was asking you questions he massaged your hips and waist soothingly.

“Is that it? You don’t watch or think about anything?”

You turn your head, “No. Am I supposed to?”

“I mean it’s not mandatory but you gotta think about something.”

“Whatever. Jeez, Kenma just say you think about me already.” You quip. Whatever he was doing was working, you were loosening up.

“Only when I’m about to cum. How do you like to be talked to?”

What?

You weren’t even going to ask about it. It was probably a joke anyway.

A moment of processing silence passed. “I don’t really know how I like to be talked to. Guys have tried to praise or degrade me but it never worked, so I just assumed I didn’t like the talk at all.”

He tugs on the shirt string at your neck. He watched you tense up at the action, so he rubs your trap in slow, circular motions instead. “If I say I like to be praised, all they do is say good girl over and over. Gets kinda boring you know?” Is this you venting to Kenma about your boring sex life? Of course. You mess with your nails as you face away from him. Not for long though, because he turns you around.

“This is what I meant by not everyone can make you do it. Only you can guarantee yourself the highest pleasure 100% of the time,” Kenma drags you by your belt loops so you fall into the chair against him, “and me.”

He was so close now, your knees sliding under the chair arm. His breath could be felt on your skin and his hands were still pawing at your waist to glide up your back. You couldn’t bring yourself to put your full weight on him. However, he pulls you down anyway, and manually places your hands along his clothed chest so you could calm down. That was all he wanted from you right now. To relax and to take deep breaths.

“Warnings would be great Ken.”

“Yeah, but you said you don’t like to talk.”

“I don’t.”

“So should I warn you about how hard you make me dressed up like that?”

You moderately gasped at the comment placed right into your collarbone. You pressed down a tiny bit farther to see if you could feel it. You could. His breath fanned against your body and airy kisses lead.

You wonder where all of Kenma’s shyness over the years went because now you would never have guessed him to be like this. The friction fuels him to push you more.

Kenma could go on and on about these random intrusive thoughts he only gets at night—the only time where you seem to engulf his brain. Living with you over the years has been fine with zero temptation, but recently, it’s been like a hormone specifically for you snapped in his body. He feels the way you roll your hips the smallest bit for yourself. You liked the talk, just not the guys.

Soft fingers pull on a single string near your hair, releasing your breasts from the top as the fabric folded downwards between the two of you.

#hq smut #kenma smut

[atsukuro]

Bokuto looooves sucking on his gfs tits!! Like it always starts with something innocent, you’re watching some tv shows in the night before falling asleep, and he feels so comfortable but something is lacking…he always needs some physical contact, he starts by hugging you from behind, holding and squeezing your breasts, kissing your neck too. He loves that plush in his hands so much, he can’t stop himself from going further :( asking you to please take your top off :( then just laying on top of you and finallyyy playing his tongue and sucking on your tits while he keeps watching tv lol <333 from times to times grinding his cock into your thighs too, he’s a softie

hewwo

words: 489 cw: fem!reader, nipple play, tit worship, pussy job, minors dni

"bo, bo..." you whine, feeling his massive weight on top of you. he said he was going to sleep and now bokuto's been biting and sucking at your tits for the past half hour. you wanted to watch this movie but your focus is gone, distracted by bokuto laying on your chest and his hard cock against your thigh. "stop..."

he doesn't even let your sensitive bud pall from his lips while he speaks, talking around it in a garbled voice. "you're wet,"

"of course, i'm wet, bo. you've been playing with my tits like a toy." without another word, bokuto pulls down your shorts, baring your bottom half to him as he reaches for his sweats as well. "really?"

"wanna help," bokuto slots his thick, heavy cock between your folds. both of you gasp when he starts humping against you. "so wet, baby." the head of his cock catches your clit with every lazy thrust.

the movie is long forgotten as bokuto finds comfort in your body, sucking deep bruises into your skin as he tugs and pulls at your breasts. "feels good?" he asks, rolling your other nipple with his free hand. sometimes he's a bit sloppy—or maybe it's because you're so embarrassingly wet—that he accidentally slips in a few times, fucking you with just the tip. "wanna feel you cum. please cum f'me, baby."

"jesus, bo, you're so needy," you curse under your breath, feeling your orgasm slowly building. "can't give me a second to myself..." it's not a real complaint, and bokuto can tell by how your legs keep spreading for him. yeah, he needs you. he needs your attention, your touch, your love, your cunt. bokuto needs every part of you and will get his hands on it.

"you're about to cum, i can feel it," he chuckles against your chest. "stop fighting it, just cum, baby, please." he's right, you're clawing at his back, crying his name out as you gush and cream around his cock. bokuto praises you, finally giving your breasts a break to kiss you on the lips.

with a few more thrusts, bokuto cums against your cunt and, as always, it's thick and messy. "thank you..."

he makes the two of you sit like that for a long time and you start to squirm underneath him. "we need to get cleaned up, bo," but when you try to push at him, you realize to your horror that's he's fallen asleep and put all of his dead weight on top of you. "koutarou!"

it takes a few attempts but you're able to squeeze your way out from underneath him and head to the bathroom, leaving bokuto knocked out and half-naked in your shared bed.

once you're under the showerhead, though, you feel a pair of strong arms around your waist and bo's already half-hard cock against your ass. "missed you," is all he says.

this night isn't over.

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#hq smut #bokuto smut

[atsukuro]

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ㅤㅤㅤ18+ DARK CONTENT. MINORS DNI OR I WILL EAT UR AMYGDALA

characters : afab reader, hinata shoyo, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotarou

warnings : step-cest, voyeurism, creampie/unprotected sex, overstimulation, minor dacryphilia, one use of da word cunny, smidgen of dub-con and possessiveness, + a little cameo ?w?

notes : dis is a repost from my last acc w tiny changes ;; ive not worked on any of my wips in a v long time but still wanted 2 get out sum sort of writing on my blog !! pls heed content warnings as always

ㅤㅤSHOYO anticipates the nights when you sneak into his room to nurse on his cock — you’ve always been the quietest in the house since moving in, which means you’re the least likely to be heard moving through the hallway. or on his dick. he’s too fat to take the entirety into your mouth, so you suckle quietly, contentedly on his tip as your hands stroke up and down his length, occasionally fondling at his balls. a grip on your shoulder has you pulling away before he cums, spit shining in the dim light of the room and dripping onto your folded knees — the string between your lips and his cock stretches, then breaks apart as you move to join him on the bed. your shoyo-nii loves it when you pull up the bottom of your nightshirt to reveal your bare, throbbing cunt, already wet from earlier ministrations to his cock, and settle into his lap to meet his lips in a soft kiss. and if you asked, shoyo would say that he loves it the most when you cum around him, soft insides twitching with every upward thrust of his abdomen, milking him for all he’s worth. but, in truth, your adoring big brother loves it the most when he gets to hold you to his chest at night, knowing that you’re always nimble enough to leave his room before before breakfast and never get caught with his cum drying on your thighs.

ㅤㅤATSUMU pretends that this is the last time, a bead of sweat trickling down his back despite how easily you let him manhandle you onto the bed and fold your knees up to your chest, a picture of innocence. the images follow him in his sleep — the way you clamp down like a vise before he’s all the way in, the blissful look on your face as you oh-so-sweetly cry tsumu-nii and let him fuck you so hard that you nearly limp around the house. atsumu has to pretend that his porn history isn’t full of of women that look like you, his cute dumb idiot of a step-sister who giggles when he pulls out to cum on your stomach and tits, trailing fingers through the mess and popping them in your mouth. he wonders how you would react if you knew how much you occupied his mind. probably with sparkling eyes and a smile that'd drive him insane. sometimes he stares awake at the wood paneling, listening to samu snore on the top bunk, and desperately wishes for a time when he could chase you around the house, pin you down, and not feel the need to discreetly rub against you with the bulge in his pants. but in the end, as always, he pulls on his clothes and kisses you on the temple, choked up by incorrigible feelings, and pretends that his twin isn’t listening right outside the room.

ㅤㅤKIYOOMI likes to "do a quick check in" after you shower, which entails peering through the slight opening of your bedroom door to see your nude form pad around, hair wrapped in a towel and pert tits in plain sight. he watches with bated breath as you check yourself out in your bedroom mirror, bending into salacious positions that show off your puffy little pussy. when you lay back and bend your knees to touch yourself, albeit clumsily, kiyoomi imagines spreading your folds apart with his own fingers to mouth at the tiny hole and coating his tongue in your essence, wanting to hear the hitches in your breath up close. when you turn over, back arched, and press your face into the mattress, humping shakily against your hand, your step-brother frowns. he imagines splitting your tight walls apart and kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock, a sensation that would no doubt draw the prettiest sound from your mouth. when your hips sink down to the bed, lax from orgasm, he envisions pulling out and watching the wetness that connects your flushed pussy to his cock break and drip down onto the bath towel. and, as your omi-nii fists his cock in his sweats with the other hand pressed tightly to his mouth, he imagines carrying your spent body back into the bathroom to wash up and maybe fuck you one more time.

ㅤㅤKOTAROU'S idea of quality time with his beloved onee-san is sitting in front of the television with his face tucked into your neck, listening to your whines as he bounces you on his lap. he could indulge in your for what feels like eternity, rutting away any resistance that your cunny might have to his cock. it doesn’t really matter what you say — no pleas to slow down loosen his hold. then again, it's all slurred into incoherent syllables over the drone of the screen, so you'd have to wonder if he even hears them. with his strength, koutarou easily traps your back to his chest and your legs astride his, pawing at your soft tits and rubbing at your clit with thick fingers until you thrash and wail. your step-brother's balls are just as puppy-like as the rest of him: insatiable, spurting load after load of creamy white to coat your insides in a reminder that you’re his. as if you don’t already know, conditioned to come every time he begs you to. and when you’re finally a hiccupping mess, tears dripping from the endless sensation of being rubbed raw, koutarou will eagerly lick away the wetness from your face, peppering clumsy kisses on your cheeks. he groans about how he loves you so much, how he’s so proud that your pussy has molded to the shape of him, just as the half-hourly news segment comes to a close.

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#ohhmmygfoodd #need them all rn #hinata smut #atsumu smut #sakusa smut #bokuto smut

[atsukuro]

iwaizumi hajime • wedding bells

“wait- what’s that?”

the question was seemingly harmless, just a simple ask of misunderstanding and curiosity. but to you, it made your heart stop momentarily and you swore that you felt your soul dying and leaving your body to die.

“um, what? what’s what?” you asked, acting as if he wasn’t pointing right at the very obviously titled pinterest board of yours.

you both were snooping through each other’s phones, giggling about dumb photos or apps you both had and creating teasing inside jokes that would become meaningful in your relationship, when suddenly, he found the one thing that slipped your mind when you handed him your open phone— the wedding pinterest board.

you created it the moment you knew you loved him, hand selecting every detail that you desired your big day to include, even going as far as pinning lingerie that you wanted underneath your dress for him to rip off of you at the end of your reception.

it wasn’t unusual for women to go this, you’ve heard of it being a very common interest that most have when in love, so you’ve never felt insecure when showing your female friends or looking at whenever he sent you a text that had your heart bursting late at night— but you knew that men didn’t feel the same.

you’ve seen girls all over social media venting about their boyfriends calling them weird or obsessive when they discovered the ceremony plans, making a reaction of disgust and shattering their romantic girl’s dreams. you were utterly terrified of hajime reacting that way, for your relationship was practically perfect and you didn’t want something so… trivial to get in the way of that.

“this, baby. what’s ‘me n iwa’s wedding’?” a smirk quirked on his lips as he read the title out to you, his chest feeling full and stomach leaping with butterflies as he realized how much you loved him.

the cover photos were of floral arrangements on a long table outdoors, most were shades of both of your favorited colors and beautifully organized set tables. interested, he clicked on the board, ignoring all of your meme collections and driving his attention to your romantic interests.

“nothing!” you defensively answered, snatching your phone out of his hands but he was quick to grab it back.

“baby, c’mon, let me see.” he chuckled, his eyes flicking to your stunned and embarrassed face before retorting back to your phone.

you whined, nervous and humiliated as he carefully inspected each photo, taking in your preferences and custom selections.

most didn’t surprise him, having already known that you would favor certain colors and styles when it came to designs, but some were so gorgeous that he couldn’t believe they existed. your hopes for your wedding were high, leaving impression that he was who you were happy to tell stories of you both to your future grandchildren.

the ceremony matched every photo that was meant for it, proof that you had your little heart set on one idea. it was beautiful, he thought, and just your taste. but what really caught his eye, was the dress.

he could picture it all now, you walking down the isle in your dream dress, holding the bouquet you had already picked out with a smile on your face as he stood at the alter, teary eyed as he watched you make your way to seal forever with a kiss. your throughly thought out wedding was the setting, every detail he just discovered being in his vision.

“iwa, come on. stop it, i’m already embarrassed.” you whined before finally forcefully yanking your phone out of his hand.

he snapped out of his imagination as soon as your phone left his hands, the dress his eyes were trained on disappearing into only your eye sight.

he blinked for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts on what exactly just occurred within a few minutes time.

a blush spread across your cheeks as you watched in horror his stuned expression. this was it, he was going to say something heart wrenching and left you crippled in your bed for days after at his denial.

instead, a smirk spread across his face as he turned to you.

“so, you wanna marry me huh?”

you rolled your eyes, although very embarrassed that the words flew so recklessly in the air. as if it was some big secret that you wanted your long term relationship to turn into a marriage.

“no, i wanna marry your hunky arms.”

he laughed, a genuine rawr of laughter as he crossed his bulky arms over his large chest.

you would be lying if you say that you weren’t looking at the way they bulged out of his hoodie.

“oh, princess. always so obsessed with my arms, aren’t you?” he teased, but his voice was airy and sweet, as if he adored you.

“sure.” you mumbled as you tried not to boost his massive ego too much in one hour.

you both were silent after, you contemplating whether you not you should delete the wedding board or not, while he stared at the floor smiling faint as he thought about how lovely that vision was.

you thought for sure that his silence meant something awful, that he wasn’t as flattered as he seemed to be or that was all he felt of it, flattery. he couldn’t have taken it as serious as you did, you were positive of that. no man did, not even your loving hajime.

the silence was killing you, the uncertainty of what his real reaction was eat you up with each passing moment until you finally couldn’t shut up anymore.

“i know it’s weird, and seems obsessive that i already sort of planned out our wedding. i mean, you haven’t even proposed and we never really spoke about marriage, i don’t why i put as much thought into it as i have been. i’m sorry you found out about it, i’ll delete-“

“i’m gonna marry you.” he disrupted your nervous ramble, although his attention seemed to be on anything but you.

you blinked for a moment, soaking in what exactly he just said.

“i will.” he said, “i’m going to marry you, y/n. and it’s going to look just like that, maybe even better.”

you couldn’t believe it, couldn’t fathom that this was the result of your teasing evening.

“and i’ll propose soon enough, don’t worry your pretty head about that.” he nodded, eyes still trained on the carpet. “but, we will get married eventually. this i promise you, my princess.”

tears welled in your wideded eyes, both shocked and utterly love struck at his confession.

“i-iwa-“ you whispered, emotions advent in your voice before he cut you off once more.

“don’t delete it. keep it. we’re gonna need it in the future. it’s not obsessive or weird, i promise. it’s so fucking adorable and i don’t think i’ve ever been anymore in love with you then i am now. stumbling across that will be the highlight of my whole life until it happens, and even then not even the birth of our possible children would top that.” he was looking at you now, starring kindly at you as tears started to fall down your emotion-ridden face.

he was quick to lean over and place his hands on both sided of your cheeks and wipe the tears away, smiling at you.

“don’t cry, baby.” he cooed. “i love you, and this is everything i want too. you’ll marry my biceps soon, and you’ll never have to worry about going without them.” he teased, sealing it with a wink.

you laughed breathlessly through tears.

“i love you so much, hajime.”

“i love you too, princess, now kiss me.”

#screaming crying throwing up sobbing #iwaizumi fluff #hq fluff

[atsukuro]

You ABSOLUTELY should write about atsumu's boobs!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

writing abt them again bc they’re j so great

miya atsumu • not at the dinner table

“if i’d known how much ‘ya’d love my tits, i woulda upped my weights a long time ago, sugar.”

your cheeks heated as you blushed at him, slightly flustered that he’d bring up such a topic while eating.

well, to be fair, you were also burning holes into them at the dinner table and practically drooling on your plate. it was only a matter of time before he would say anything.

you nudged a green bean with your fork, rolling it around your half empty plate. your eyes flicked down to the discarded vegetable, avoiding getting caught looking for too long in fear of his growing ego.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, ‘tsumu.” you lied, your voice wavering slightly in hesitation.

he scoffed, lightheartedly but taken aback by your lie. his own eyes dropped down, but instead of staring at his own plate, he mirrored your previous actions by admiring the cleavage of your tank top.

“not that i blame ‘ya for staring, i can hardly keep my own eyes away from yer tits too.” he mumbled, ignoring your previous attempt at fibbing.

you swallowed thickly at your boyfriend’s flirtatious comment, suddenly finding it hard to sit still as you began to rub your thighs together mindlessly.

he quieted, his gaze locked on your supple breasts spilling over the lowly cut fabric and giving him an eyeful. he silently thanked himself for choosing to lounge in nothing but sweatpants today or else the topic of breasts might have not been excusable at the table, if it wasn’t for your wondering eyes continuously checking out atsumu’s bare chest.

“can i, maybe, touch them after?” you mumbled, your voice shy and unsteady.

his ears perked up at your sheepish behavior, watching you in amusement as you fidgeted with your food nervously.

he always admired how shy you got when it came to sexual related questions, acting as if you being the filthiest slut he’s ever fucked wasn’t reality. as if you weren’t begging him last night to fill you up with his cum. or as if slobber wasn’t dripping down your chin and coating his heavy balls as you took all of him down you greedy throat yesterday morning.

he found it impossible for him to go one day without burying himself inside of you at least once, the sight of someone so sweet having the filthiest desires keeping his sex drive at all time high.

he never in a million years expected his precious babygirl to be so desperate over a pair of enlarged muscles, especially on his chest. atsumu was always big, but fuck, ever since he increased his weight training he’s been insatiable.

beforehand, you and atsumu would fuck each other five days a week, regulating a healthy sex life that kept the both of you more than satisfied with your busy work schedules. but, ever since you discovered this new kink of yours, it’s been impossible to keep your hands and mouth to yourself.

something about the way his hardened nipple felt in your mouth with your cheek pressed comfortably against his plump breast as you contently suckled, made your brain short circuit. the sensation was so serene yet incredibly sexy, and also deeply addictive— to both parties.

because even though your cocky boyfriend likes to let you believe that he only ever indulges in this kink of yours for your pleasure, he secretly enjoys if just as much as you do.

your mouth had always drove him mad, either it be wrapped around his cock or pressed against his lips, atsumu had always daydreamed about the wicked things that your filthy mouth could do for him. now, it’s even worse. watching your lashes flutter shut as you relaxed against the cushiony flesh, your lips wrapped tightly around his blush nipple and lazily suckling as you both winded down for the evening, was always the main thought that occupied his horny brain as he worked out every morning. the amount of times that he accidentally caused himself to pop an unwanted boner was beyond recording at the point.

“ya’d love that, wouldn’t ‘ya, princess?” he teased.

of course he was going to let you suckle on them later, it was his new favorite passtime. but, poking some fun at you beforehand can’t cause any harm.

your breathing caught in your throat, long lashes kissing the tops of your cheeks as you fluttered your eyes closed in longing.

atsumu’s teasing never failed to rile you up, no matter how vulgar he could be. in fact, you’ve found that the meaner, the better. he always repays you with soft aftercare anyway to heal any possible mental wounds that his words may have caused.

he chuckled at your reaction.

“are ‘ya going to ask correctly, princess?”

you gathered yourself rather quickly, knowing well enough that if you don’t give him a direct answer quickly, you would have to opt for another form of pleasure.

“pl-please, ‘tsumu. let me suck on your tits tonight, i’ll be a good girl.” you embarrassedly pleaded, your ears and neck turning red with humiliation.

the tint of your flushed skin caused a spark of corruption to jolt through atsumu’s cock, the electric feeling causing the organ to twitch in his sweatpants. he spread his legs farther under the glass table, attempting to make himself comfortable with a massive hard on.

“can’t really deny ‘ya when ask so pretty like that, now can i?”

#atsumu smut #atsumu fluff #hq smut #hq fluff

[atsukuro]

miya atsumu • the big tiddie committee

“they’re so pretty, ‘tsumu.” you giggled, starstruck as you stared down at his broad chest, his pert pink nipples catching your attention.

they were hypnotizing, immediately making you drool the moment he lifted his tight black t-shirt to reveal them to you. the baby pink hue faded into his cream skin perfectly, so deliciously that your breath always hitched if you focused on it for too long.

your core was pressed up against his bare middle, his washboard abs creating a slight friction between your thin cotton panties— which didn’t help the very irritating throb between your legs that his glorious tits are at fault for.

he was sculpted by aphrodite, you were sure of it, every angle of the blonde miya twin was stunningly perfect and never failed to make you incredibly horny— like now.

now as you stared down at his giving chest, the plump muscles of his tits mixed with the prettiest shade of pink causing your little brain to go in overdrive at the sight.

heaven; that’s what this was.

pure, cloud filled heaven.

he smirked as he watched your eyes gloss over in desperation, your brain just about to shut down for the night and accept the fate of gooning over him— to which you’ll do proudly, may i add. he loved when you got like this, so easy to manipulate and excite.

“ya like my tits so much, don’t ‘ya, doll?”

you nodded slowly, hazily as you blinked at him tiredly. he found it endearing how easy your mind could slip just from the graceful sight of his hard earned boobs and looked forward to this unspoken night routine.

his thumb stroked your bare thigh tenderly, admiring your hypnotized state from below you with a small smirk on his face. not a smirk of cockiness or mischief, but one of confidence. confident that you would always be his because he was certain that no one else’s tits would lure you in like he could. that no other man’s nipples were are pink and hard as his. that no other guy would let you suckle on them before bed each night, or stare at them and mumbled about how mesmerizing they were— you could only ever get that with him.

and he would always happily provide that slice of happiness for you, no matter what time of day.

“can i suck?” you ask meekly, heat flushing out your cheeks as you nervously ask the question you’ve been waiting all day for.

he smiles widely, a small raspy chuckle leaving his plump lips at your shy nature. even as you straddled his torso in nothing but his old practice shirt and a pair of pink panties, your eyes completely glossy and trained on his chest, you were still so sheepish. he though it was so cute.

“go ahead, beautiful. ya’ve earned it.”

#shinji chair moment #atsumu smut #atsumu fluff #hq smut #hq fluff

[atsukuro]

cw: f!reader. manhandling, unprotected rough sex, body marking. petnames princess + sunshine, implied multiple orgasms.

an: @han-shinsuke & @shcyc tagging you both bec y'all fuel my shoyo obsession ♡

⠀⠀⠀ — . ｡˚ ♡ shoyo only tolerates tears of pleasure in your eyes.

hinata shoyo who scoops you into his arms, lips pressing gentle kisses under your jaw and into the side of your neck, as soon as he sees that you're upset.

his first course of action, each time he catches the wobble of your lips and the wear in your eyes — is to drown you in his affections and fuck you senseless on his cock, so that no matter what it is that's bothering you, it's forgotten and out of your mind by the time he's done with you.

undressing you with a few tugs on strings and fabric, he steps back and takes his own clothes off, showing off to you his thickly sculpted arms and beautifully muscled body — giving you that signature rogueish grin when he catches how you can't help but stop and stare.

"shhhh," he warns into your skin when you let out a whimper, as he lays you on the bed and pushes your legs apart, settling comfortably between them and grinding his bare cock over your clothed cunt, making you arch into the delicious stimulation. "let me take care of you, baby."

and you nearly forget what was on your mind in an instant, when you feel his warm, calloused fingers tug your panties aside — when you feel the thick, heavy head of his cock press against your pussy.

"princess 's so pretty," he hums, hands grabbing at your waist, at your tits, as he kisses your lips and moans into your mouth.

he ruts himself against you, the length of his cock dragging over your clit as he teases, wanting you to beg him to put it in. "my pretty, precious lil sunshine."

he touches you without hesitation or control, squeezing at your plush thighs, mouth wandering from your lips to your neck to your chest — he eats you all up without even putting his dick into you yet, determined to take your breath away and render you fucked dumb.

and god, when he finally slides his cock into your cunt, that's drooling slick and aching to be filled by the time he finally gives it to you?

he splits you open, your legs thrown over his shoulders and your arms wrapped around his neck as he kisses your cheek, sinking himself balls deep into you in one go. and when you cry out, overwhelmed by the searing stretch and the ultimate bliss of feeling so stuffed — he giggles into the crook of your neck and gives you a little thrust—

a roll of his hips that bumps his tip against your cervix, and throws stars into your eyes.

"'s that feel good?" he asks, knowing already that it feels like heaven when your cunt spasms around his cock, when your nails dig into his back and scrape at the skin and muscle. your mouth falls open to let out breathy moans that stutter with each thrust of his cock into you, but he asks again. "feels good, sunshine?"

"mhm, mhm!" you gasp, spreading your legs further apart and angling your hips into a better position underneath him, wanting him deeper and deeper.

"that's good," he smiles, giving you a soft kiss that's such a wide contrast to how hard his hips slap against yours, and he throws his head back to moan when you tighten around him again. "mmgh, feel better like this, mhm? not sad anymore?"

you can't think properly, much less speak — each time you open your mouth, the air is knocked from your lungs by his next thrust, that makes your tits bounce and your clit throb as he shoves his fat cock deep into your little cunt, and all you can give him is a pitchy "anh—ngh, feels good!"

which is good enough, hinata supposes, feeling his orgasm drawing close — and he slows down, wanting you to cum before he does, angling his own hips into you so he hits that sweet spot of yours with every thrust.

your clit throbs when his pelvis slaps against the puffy little bud, and you moan louder, wanting more, more — wanting to cum.

the way he'd drawn your thoughts away from your worries and towards his body and what pleasure he could give you was seamless, genius, really — but your shoyo knows you so well. knows how much you love him and his cock. knows that no matter what it is, he can help you get your mind off it by giving you a good fuck.

he'll help you fix whatever problem your facing too, of course — but that's for later, when you're feeling better and more prepared to face it.

for now, he's going to fuck you and then clean you up and lay you down for a nap.

"g'nna cum soon, hm?" he breathes, feeling how your pussy clenches around him, how your body arches with anticipation into his.

"mm," you nod, begging with your eyes for him to make you cum, for him to give it to you and make a mess out of you. "need it, shoyo—hah, need it."

"you'll get it, sunshine." he laughs, kissing you again, one hand sliding over to palm at your tits again. "easy does it."

he'll give you your orgasm — send you to heaven, let you touch the stars and kiss you down from your high, and he'll do it again.

he'll do it again, and again, and again — till you're nothing but a fucked out, little mess under him, peppered with kisses and bites, pussy leaking with cum.

till your pretty little head's all empty and there's nothing in there that can worry you or put that sad expression on your face again.

"mhm—shit, there we go. feels so good." he groans, as you slide your fingers into the fiery curls of his hair and pull his face down into your neck, wanting him to feel your pulse against his lips.

"there we go, cum f'me, sunshine—fuck."

#hq smut #hinata smut

[atsukuro]

time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,127 words | established relationship, rough sex, creampie, cockwarming, ushi with a clingy girlfriend <3

“you’re just gonna leave like that?” 

hand hovering over the doorknob, wakatoshi stops dead in his tracks at the sound of your voice, surprised to find you standing behind him with your arms folded across your chest and an expression that can only be described as petulant. 

“you didn’t even say goodbye!” you whine. 

ah. he takes a step towards you, and before you have a chance to complain further his hand settles in the crook of your neck. thumb gently rubbing circles into your delicate skin. “my love,” he’s so apologetic, so sincere even though he knows “i’m just going to the store.” you both know you’re just being a brat. but he can’t help it. you look too cute with your eyes closed and lips dramatically puckered, impatiently stomping your feet. his hand slides to cradle your neck as he pulls you towards him and slots his lips gently against yours. and though your attitude might be a bit sour, there’s nothing sweeter than the taste of you on his tongue. 

“kiss me again.” this time it’s just a quick peck, barely touching as he tries to escape your grip. but you’re basically hanging off his neck, still pouting, still not satisfied. “again.” 

“what is this one for?” the way his eyes soften melts your heart a little.

“damages.” you quip. “because you forgot.” 

and you’re gasping as his body crashes against yours, large hands catching you by the waist, guiding your legs around him. “i’m sorry,” close enough to share the air that you breathe before he pays his damages. firm and claiming, “i won’t do it again.” now you’re the one dumbfounded. limbs trembling and limp like jelly as he leaves your home with a soft smile and a promise to be back right away.

wakatoshi has learned that you’re clingy, and he doesn’t really understand. he has never asked anyone to share much with him. and he’s never given much of himself to anyone. and, well, no one has ever asked. until you asked, no, demanded. like the first night you spent together when you shoved your finger in his shoulder just moments after he had turned his back to you and demanded to be held. your hands wrapped around him and face nuzzling into his neck. mumbling something about how he’s so mean to just leave you like that. peppering little kisses down his throat until your breathing deepened. and the realisation that you’ve found comfort in him, his body going rigid at the very thought of disturbing your sleep. the months of back pain before he finally understood that you’d just wanted to be close, feel his skin on your skin, the warmth of his body, that was all the comfort you ever needed.

this unfamiliar feeling of being wanted and desired so greedily. after his morning run, salty with sweat and strands of hair sticking to his forehead. and, still, you make grabby hands from your shared bed, asking for a kiss to start your day, your due. sitting next to the sink, a coy smile on your pretty face, watching him shave because he looks so so handsome when he sticks his jaw out like that. 

perched on top of him, your paws on his chest, pinning him down on the bed as if he’s prey. and the way you’re looking at him with darkened eyes, he just might be. insisting he lets you bite him. “i could just eat you alive.” fingers dig into muscles, squeezing around his pecs.

“then i would be dead and you would be sad about it.”

you scoff, “not if i just have a tiny little bite.” and your gaze turns calculating. “hmm, your thigh.”

“no, i need my thighs.”

“your butt?”

“no.”

ugh. “your cheek then.” wiggling your hips, preening and purring into his ear, mouth grazing over his cheekbone. so determined to get what you want. then sinking your teeth into the plane of his cheek when he doesn’t say no. not deep enough to leave a mark, but long enough so that his skin is slightly red and shiny with your drool. 

you can feel his cock twitch against your clothed pussy as you lick over the bite mark, slowly and with intent. “ah!” you’re gasping and giddy at the thought of flustering him. “you liked that!”

“that’s not-” 

“but you did!” there’s nothing to deny as your hand wraps around his cock. sitting so heavy and pretty against his abs. “are you hard?” he is, and you’re giggling. 

acting so innocent as you move your panties to the side and rub his tip through your soaking folds. then slowly, too slowly, sink down his length, taking as much of him as you can. the flush spreads from his chest, to his face, to the tip of his ears. and he just looks so adorable underneath you. as you make him feel every inch of your pussy, hand still firm around the base. 

gasping every time you go down a bit further. the way your lips part and eyes glaze over makes his balls ache. he lets you toy with him until he’s heard one too many “baby, i can feel you here,” as you drag his hand up to your belly button, “in my tummy.” and he loses all manners, ruthless in the way his hips are rutting up into you. fast enough to make you grab onto his shoulders, and brutal enough to have you drooling on his chest. words long replaced by tiny sobs and some incoherent form of oh my god, ’s too much repeated over and over and over again. helpless against the strength of his grip. 

your little pussy spilling with his cock and cum that it’s all dripping from the sides. and even as you lay on top of him, motionless and sticky and sloppy, you won’t let him pull out, walls tightening around his sensitive length at every attempt. because you need to feel him go soft inside you, to feel so close and so full of him until you doze off in his arms. 

then he finds himself being away from you for the first time. and the silence that should feel peaceful is suffocating. and shaving his face feels pointless when you’re not there to ogle him. the spacious bed feels a little cold and very empty. and he decides to ask. phone in hand, a strange anxious feeling swirling in his stomach, hoping that you’re awake. the relief that washes over him when he hears your voice. his shirt on you and his pillow in your arms, whispering about your day like it’s some great secret. and he learns something about himself that night. maybe he’s also clingy.

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#I’m in tears #I need him rn #ushijima fluff #ushijima smut #hq fluff #hq smut

[atsukuro]

cozy

!! nsfw - minors and blank/ageless blogs will be blocked :) !!

cw: fem!reader, oral (f! and m! receiving), blowjobs, face sitting, unprotected sex. pls let me know if i missed anything :)

it had started with a bet.

you hadn't figured out what to wager yet if you won, but the bragging rights were more than enough incentive for you. it seemed trivial, but with your reputation as a scaredy cat who couldn't handle horror movies on the line, you were willing to do anything for redemption.

hanamaki had first choice for the movie since he had initiated the idea, and you were the one with something to prove. he picked an indie film, dubbed the most terrifying one of the year by critics, and though you never really trust reviews, you trust that your boyfriend always plays to win, so there was no doubt that this would be a challenge.

all you had to do, as per the rules he'd so kindly laid out, was last the whole movie, start to finish, without covering your eyes or ears or making any kind of "scared noises" (his words). simple and straightforward.

the first few scenes are easy enough to get through, as the characters are introduced and the plot is laid out. you make yourself comfortable on your couch, resting your head on his shoulder and tucking your legs beneath a blanket, letting him feed you gummy worms (because he insists if you try to feed him or yourself, you could use it as a distraction from the movie). when the strange occurrences start to come in, however, and you start to flinch, the familiar chill of fear seeping into your bones, it's a different story altogether.

it doesn't take you long to come up with a plan.

it's practically foolproof, because you know he can never resist you. the thought makes you smile to yourself, the distraction already affecting you to your benefit.

makki doesn't seem to notice when you hug him even closer to you, shifting so your hand lays surreptitiously on his chest. you slide it across his shirt slowly, letting your palm rest over his abs.

he starts to side-eye you then, you can feel it, and you bite your lip to stifle your mischievous grin. "babe? you doing okay?"

you hum out a reply, lowering your hand to his waistband nonchalantly.

makki jolts slightly, but you're pleased to know it's because of the film and not your gradual encroachment on your mission.

"gummy," you say anyway just for good measure to distract him, and look up and open your mouth in anticipation.

he supplies you immediately, popping another gummy worm in your mouth and smiling sweetly when you catch his wrist and kiss his palm in appreciation.

you chew on the candy, wait patiently for your time to strike.

another jumpscare that gets even him, and your hand slides home, down between his legs and has him jumping for a different reason entirely.

"baby, what are you d-?" he starts, but cuts himself off with a gasp when you continue squeezing at the bulge in his pants, kissing slowly up his neck until you reach his jaw, licking at the sharp line of it. he grows in your hand, and you feel a potent sense of triumph at how quickly and easily you can get him hard with barely a few touches, how sweetly he responds to you without fail.

makki's looking at you now, and even in the dim blue light of the tv you can see him blushing so nicely, despite the furrow of his brow he's trying desperately to hold. "hey, that's not-" he starts to pant, jolting once more when you find the head of his clothed cock and thumb over it. "that's not fair!"

you lick your lips, smiling smugly. "you didn't make a rule against it, hiro," you remind him, brushing his fringe away from his forehead with your free hand so you can see his eyes better. "unless you want me to stop?" you give his cock one last, sound squeeze before you let him go, and instantly his hips follow the warmth of your palm, as if on instinct. it makes you want to please him even more.

makki groans, gives you a half-hearted glare. "i didn't think you'd play dirty," he scoffs, but there's an adoring glimmer in his pretty eyes that tells you he's not too upset about this turn of events.

"with you, baby, i can't help it." you wink, give him a pointedly chaste kiss.

he curses under his breath, sighs heavily, but you know it's for show, know that he's already given in. "c'mere, you little minx," he murmurs lowly, his voice dropping lower sending shivers down your spine. he tugs you closer by the hem of his favorite sweater, the one you fight over at least once a week, and easily captures your smirking lips.

the kiss starts slow, a flurry of lingering pecks until you place your hands on the sides of his head to keep him still, growing increasingly impatient, hungry for more. you can feel him grin against your lips at that, a little wider when you shift to straddle him, never fully breaking away. he opens up for you without much prompting, lets you lick into his mouth and plunder it for your own enjoyment, until spit drips down the corner of his lips. and you don't let that go to waste, either, pulling away when your lungs start to burn and swiping it up with your tongue, smiling deviously.

god, he loves being loved by you, being desired so passionately like this, so wholly and unconditionally it makes his head spin.

and how much more dizzying it is to know he feels the same way, that he would do anything for you, would pluck out the stars in the sky for you, give you all of himself and more.

you're above him now, outlined in the flashing blue light of the tv behind you, and he thinks you look like some kind of diety, radiant with that triumphant smirk on your face, lips bitten red and all the more kissable. because you know you've already won, that he'd fall to his knees and worship you instantly.

makki's fingers dig a little deeper into the flesh of your thighs when you press your hips closer. he can feel the heat of your cunt even through your clothes, and it makes his cock twitch, hips bucking up once to chase the friction.

"hiro," you start, looking too smug for your own good, fingers tickling at the short hair on the nape of his neck. "let's make another bet."

he hums in interest for you to keep going, leans in to trail wet kisses down the side of your neck.

"if you cum before the movie ends, you have to let me sit on your face."

makki sits up then, brows furrowed in confusion. "baby, i do that every other day, and i don't consider that a punishment." he pecks at your lips, nudges your nose lovingly with his own and grins mischievously. "in fact, i see it as a privelige that i cherish greatly."

you laugh, wrap your arms around his shoulders. you suppose he's right, it has become one of his favorite things to do - and yours, too. "okay, then you owe me dinner for the entire next month."

"deal," he says before you can even finish your sentence, leaning back in to kiss you again, one hand sliding up from your thigh to prod at your clit through your silk pajama shorts.

the sudden contact makes you gasp, and he swallows it, traces the seam of your lips with his tongue, but before he can dip into your mouth once more, you pull away.

makki groans again, narrowing his eyes at you like you've interrupted something gravely important.

you kiss his frown away and giggle, slipping from his grasp to trail your lips further down his body. "can i suck your dick, 'hiro?" you ask sweetly as you settle on your knees between his legs, fluttering your eyelashes and biting playfully at the waistband of his sweats while you wait for his answer.

makki grits his teeth, presses his hands into his face to collect himself, clearly exasperated for all the best reasons. "god, you're so fucking hot, you're gonna kill me."

your smile is beyond sinister, and he thinks for a second that maybe he should be more scared of you than the movie. you nudge your nose into his bulge, delighting at the pulse his cock gives in response. "well?"

"yes, yes, fuck, please, baby, do it."

you sit up on your knees just to kiss him while you pull his pants and underwear down his thighs. he shifts to the edge of the couch with you, watches you settle back on your knees between his own, shuddering pleasantly at the hungry look in your eyes and the cool air on his newly exposed skin.

you waste no time at all, only giving him a cursory glance before taking hold of his shaft and giving the glistening tip a kitten lick. makki lets out a shaky breath above you, and the helpless sound only spurs you on. you lick a slow stripe down the underside, tracing along the prominent vein, grazing your teeth gently on his frenulum on the upstroke and earning a deep-seated groan.

makki already knows he's done for, that he'd never last the rest of the movie, has resigned himself not to even attempt that. it seems like such an impossible feat, with how well you know his body and can have him falling apart for you within minutes, how perfect your mouth feels around his cock when you pull back, satisfied with how slick you've gotten him with your spit and his precum, and then relax your jaw and surge forward to finally sink down on him, slow and steady, until he hits the back of your throat.

"sh-shit, honey," he heaves, chest tight with how you've managed to punch the air out of his lungs. "you're so fucking good at that."

he knows if you could smirk, you would be.

your fingers fondle at his balls, and he tries his best not to squirm too much in his seat. he clutches helplessly at the blanket you'd thrown off at some point in your haste beside him, his other hand tangling absently in your hair, following the way your head bobs when you find your rhythm.

he knows you love how vocal he is, so he starts to whimper your name intertwined with a variety of curses as the heat of arousal pooling low in his gut threatens to overwhelm him. not that he could help it, anyway, when you build him up and tease at him the way only you can.

you pull all the way back once, slurping up your mess as you go, and suck lovingly around the head of his cock. it makes him shiver, your eyes never leaving his, half-lidded and watery with exertion yet so determined to get what you want from him.

you fist the base of him when you pop off with a soft smack, your combined spit and his precum easing the slide of your hand, and finally you can smile lopsided at him.

makki blinks back slowly, his own eyes just as wet and lustful, cheeks irresistibly rosy, his hand drifting from your hair to caress fondly at your face despite the mess you've made of it. "i'm so fucking in love with you," he breathes, his voice thick with emotion and open desire.

you giggle breathlessly at that, kiss down his length. "you wanna cum in my mouth, hiro?" your voice is rougher, the grit in it from him, from having his dick down your throat, drives him crazy.

he nods vigorously, whines at the filthy words coming out of your mouth when you're looking up at him so innocently, then whines at the sight of his dick disappearing between your plush lips, all red and swollen now with use when you wrap them around him once more.

you grab his hand and place it back on your head, tapping at his wrist to signal him to move you the way he likes.

it makes his heart nearly give out with excitement.

makki takes care to never hurt you (unless you explicitly state that you want that, sometimes), so even in his lust-addled state, he makes sure not to push you too hard or too fast, drawing in a shaky breath when he bottoms out once more, the tip of your nose just barely grazing his pelvis. he guides more than pushes you up and down on his length, careful, meeting you halfway with a subdued buck of his hips.

you moan around him, encouraging him, and the vibrations make him groan so deeply it comes out as a growl, the pretty, choked up noises you make just for him spurring him on to speed up his pace just a bit.

he only lasts a few more sloppy thrusts before he finally gives in to the absolutely divine wet heat of your mouth. he cries out your name and spills down your throat and on your tongue when you pull back to let him watch with wonder while you work him with your fist, prolonging his high until his nerves start to sting with oversensitivity.

you swallow heartily, licking at your lips and catching stray drops of him on your chin, give the swollen head of his cock one last chaste kiss before you tuck him back into his pants. you climb back up and settle in his lap again, your thin bottoms soaked through completely and becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

makki can't wait to catch his breath before kissing you, so he doesn't, and gasps into your mouth instead. you taste like a mix of him and candy, and it shouldn't be that irresistible, but it is. he chases it from your tongue, laughs breathlessly with you when you start to laugh, both of your faces growing increasingly messy with how careless and eager he is just to taste from you.

eventually you break away and press a palm to the center of his chest to hold him back, remnants of laughter still on your face as you swipe at it with your (his!) sweater sleeves. "you're gross," you say fondly, "now you got us both all sticky and gross."

makki just waggles his eyebrows, smirks salaciously. "speaking of sticky," he starts, fingers inching up your thighs, but you give him pause by starting to wipe at his face, too.

"speaking of gross," you counter, glancing behind you at the tv screen that's still obviously playing the film even you'd forgotten about. "you didn't make it, baby. guess you'll owe me food for the whole month."

he just smiles wider, doesn't let you finish cleaning his face before he shoves a hand down your shorts, fingers finding your clit with expert ease. "yeah, yeah." he leans in to kiss you, then continues down your jaw, then your throat. "give me my reward first."

you can only gasp and laugh again, pure joy and adoration thrumming through your veins in equal measure as arousal. makki guides you down gently, positions you at the edge of the couch cushion and takes his place on his knees between your legs. you can't help but be charmed by his excitement, the obvious lust and hunger to please you glimmering in his eyes, big hands pulling your shorts and underwear off in one motion before he places your legs over his shoulders.

"fuck, baby," he murmurs, licking his lips when he finally gets a glimpse of your bare cunt, loves how your skin shimmers so nicely with how wet you are. "all for me, huh?" it makes his chest swell with pride - you were that turned on just by pleasing him.

your fingers find his hair and soothe at his scalp lovingly. "all for you," you affirm with a playful wiggle of your hips.

makki grins, and the look on his face is not unlike when his favorite meal is laid out in front of him. because, in fact, he'd argue that you were his favorite meal. he leans in and gives your slit a long, appreciative lick, from your hole to your clit, humming in satisfaction at the taste of you bursting on his tongue. he flicks and circles at your sensitive bud with the very tip of his tongue, making you gasp and whine, before he pulls away, eyes glazed over with delirious lust.

"turn around for me, angel," he says lowly, and you scramble to turn away from him, knees spread on the cushions and hands on the back of the couch to balance yourself, just as eager.

as soon as you get situated, makki sits on the floor with his back to the couch and slides his head underneath you, between your legs. you hold the hem of your sweater up against your sternum so you can see him clearly, just in time for when he grins lopsided up at you, all charm and beauty and a feral kind of hunger that makes you want to rub your thighs together, had he not taken hold of them already.

"are you ready?" you ask, breathless and in love, heart hammering in anticipation.

"give it to me, baby."

makki squeezes at the fat of your thighs in encouragement, guides you down towards his face. he wastes no time, knows you're just as ready and eager as he is. as soon as his warm tongue slides back through your folds you want to pull back, already overwhelmed, but he keeps you there, holds you firm.

he works your cunt the same way he kisses you - deep and passionate, just the right kind of sloppy, making you even more of a mess. he gathers your slick on his tongue, runs it back and forth through your folds, like he can't get enough, like he wants to savor you as much as he can, moans against you when your hips start to follow his movements, your fingers finding his hair.

makki closes his eyes, deeply satisfied, his cock starting to jump back to attention. he pays it no mind, too lost in your taste, the breathy, pretty little sounds you make, the way you pull at his hair and scratch at his scalp, just as lost in pleasure. he licks at your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, and the way you gasp and shake above him makes him groan. you're so wet at this point that you're dripping down his chin, soaking his skin and yours with a mix of your slick and his saliva, and he laps at it gratefully, ravenously, not intent on wasting your bounty so carelessly.

he slips his tongue inside you just to coax more of your juices out, just to hear you whimper. he smirks against you, slides deeper until his nose nudges into your clit and you cry his name.

"fuck, hiro," you breathe, pleasure so tightly wound in your gut it steals your voice and makes you choke on your words. he blinks his eyes open just a bit, just to catch your own and make sure you don't miss the gleam in his eyes when he slurps you up loudly, smacking his lips against you.

the sound makes more heat rise to your face in embarrassment, though you're the only ones home. "love you," he mumbles into you, the words jumbled into your wet skin and broken up by each lick.

"i love- fuck, i love you," you manage to respond, knowing he'd decided then to slip his finger into your entrance just to make you stutter.

makki doubles his efforts, pushes another finger in and starts pumping, and lolls his tongue out against your swollen bud, his free hand guiding you into a slow grind onto his tongue. you whine, grip onto the back of the couch to steady yourself as your hips buck, barely controlled, chasing the sweet friction of his tongue and the pressure of his fingers inside you.

you sing his name like a prayer, back arching as you feel your high draw nearer.

makki crooks his fingers into the spot inside you that makes you keen, simultaneously catching your clit between his lips on your forward stroke and sucking, and you swear you see stars. you fall so suddenly into your orgasm, your body seizes up momentarily. your walls pulse enticingly around his digits as he continues thrusting them in and out of your cunt. he laps up what gushes out of you as if it's nectar, continues rubbing your aching clit with his tongue until you're gasping at him to stop from sensitivity, thighs trembling and no longer able to hold yourself up.

you lean all of your weight into the back of the couch in front of you, your knuckles turning white with your grip on it, as makki languidly slides his tongue through your folds a few final times. you let him clean you up, too spent to protest much, though your muscles twitch and quiver with exertion.

"hiro, kiss," you request when he finally slips out from under you, tapping at your ass cheek playfully.

makki indulges you without question, swiping haphazardly at his wet chin with his sleeve before settling back down on the couch. he grins, utterly lovestruck at your satiated expression, at the stars in your own eyes when you reach for him. he pulls you back into his lap and leans in to kiss you, the most tender one of the night. you smile against his lips when you taste yourself on him, and the lingering sweetness of the candy you've both been eating.

"you're hard again," you laugh softly when you pull away, cradling his face. even in faint light you can just make out the sparse freckles dotting his cheeks, the playful glimmer in his pretty eyes. his bangs are slightly damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead, and you brush them back fondly.

"can you blame me?" he winks at you, and it makes you laugh even more. his hands slide up under your sweater, caress over the curve of your waist before he's cupping fondly at your breasts, thumbing at your nipples and chuckling when your breath hitches. however, he makes no move to alleviate the discomfort of his erection, and instead tilts his head towards the tv screen that's since been rolling end credits. you'd forgotten it was even still playing. "i'll give you one chance to start over for your reputation."

you huff, sitting up and shaking your head. "you can play it again, but i have a better idea." your grin is nothing short of completely devious.

before he can ask about it, you shift to straddle him again, slipping a hand between you and beneath his pants again. whatever he was going to say is lost in a gasp when you stroke his cock and pull down the band of his sweats with your free hand to release it.

"angel-" makki starts, but it dissipates into a deep, guttural groan when you take hold of him and run the head of his cock against your clit and the slippery folds of your pussy, until you're both moaning together.

the swollen head of his cock catches on your entrance, and you pull him in eagerly, sink down on him slow and smooth from how wet you still are. when he bottoms out he whispers curses under his breath, and you shiver and moan at the sweet stretch, the pressure of his shaft against your walls and the tip nudging right into your sweet spot, filling you in a way you can never get enough of, in a way only he can.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, lean in to kiss him deeply, greedily, like you need his mouth more than you need air in your lungs. he obliges, responds in kind, the feel of you wrapped so snugly around him making him all the more desperate.

when you pull away, you wink at him, too. "okay. now you can start it over."

#TAKAHIRO MY BELOVED #I’m in tears rn #hq smut #hanamaki smut

[atsukuro]

Daddy’s Kisses

Pairing: Bokuto x Reader (mostly gender neutral but very beginning alludes to reader bearing his child; no pronouns or gender specific nicknames used for reader)

Length: 2.7k+

Rating: 18+; my blog is for adults, even if this is wholesome fluff, it’s still for adults (18+)

Warning: SOFT AND FLUFF; parenting

Summary: Bokuto’s daughter only wants her Dad to kiss her boo-boo’s. This is inconvenient when he’s not home so your only option is to take her to practice so she can see her dad.

Bokuto has been wrapped around his daughters finger since the day she entered the world, crying and screaming with a voice as loud as his own. He didn’t think he could love anyone more than you, and then you gave him his daughter. A piece of the both of you, combined into one perfect, tiny human. His perfect family.

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[atsukuro]

play of the game — atsumu miya

summary — your boyfriend cheats on you, so to get back at him you sleep with his biggest enemy— the quarterback of your college’s rival team.

pairing — qb!atsumu miya x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. college football au, mentions of cheating, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, mild degradation (slut, whore)

word count — 4.7k

author’s note — this is just a porn script tbh

Finding your boyfriend in bed with another girl is not something anyone expects, and it’s certainly not something anyone can prepare for.

The faces of the two culprits as you discovered them will remain ingrained in your mind forever— they even had the audacity to act shocked, like you had been the one to inconvenience them.

In an instant everything had turned red, and you turned on your heel and stomped out of the house, curse words flying out of your mouth in a never-ending stream, fists balled up by your sides, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Not tears of sorrow, though, no. Tears of sheer, total rage.

You didn’t even want to look at Ken, let alone listen to him as he trailed behind you and begged for you to let him explain. He sounded pathetic, the way his voice cracked with desperation— anyone would think he’s the victim. Not a thing in the world could have convinced you to stay, so you hopped in your car and sped away without looking back.

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[atsukuro]

make me *cough* cum *cough* in just two or three sentences with shoyo’s name in it.

babe idk how to do that but i'll share a thought w you ♡ cw: f!reader, grinding, morning sex, it's a lil rough, a few slaps on your ass, cumming inside.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ shoyo never wants to let you go.

been thinking so hard about hinata shoyo who wakes up early saturday morning, knowing he's got a practise and a check up with his nutritionist to go to, plus a physical assessment with iwaizumi in the evening, that he cant afford to miss.

he's got a game coming up in the next week, and all of the preparations are necessary. and while he does love the building thrill of getting ready for an oncoming match, he cant help but feel upset as he switches off his alarm and sits up.

it's been a long week, and now his weekend's going to be spent away from you, too :(

"baby," he calls you softly, placing a hand on your hip and shaking gently. you're dressed in only one of his tshirts and your panties, and your figure looks so pretty, so inviting, as you lay there, back to him, the curves and lines of your body highlighted by the morning glow coming through the window. "baby, wake up?"

"mmh?" there's a mumble from you in answer after the third shake, and you roll over, sleepy eyes blinking up at him, cheek creased with lines from the wrinkled pillow you were laying on. "shoyo? g'morning... what's wrong?"

you're so sweet ;( so cute when you look up at him like that, all hazy eyed with the dream you were just having, words slurred with the cloudy feel of having just woken up. "need you, baby." he urges, because he thinks he might be too tired to have you later, when he comes home tonight.

you might even be asleep by the time he gets back, the way you were last night, when he'd walked into the bedroom to see you cuddled up under the covers, one hand between your legs, the other pressed to your lips — as if you'd fallen asleep touching yourself, whispering his name out for no one to hear.

your eyes skirt down his shirtless figure, sleepily tracing the muscle of his chest and abs, before you focus on his cock, already hard under his shorts. he palms at it, gives you an insistent whine, voice raspy with sleep. "please, sweetheart? need you on my cock :("

"now?" you ask, but you sit up anyway, and the pout on his face disappears immediately, replaced with a bright, eager grin as he takes your hips and pulls you into his lap. "sho—"

"shhh," he sighs happily, lips landing on your throat as he breathes in your scent, a hint of sweetness still on your skin from the bath you'd taken last night, the smell of your soap still lingering on you along with a whiff of his own deod and cologne, that's on his tshirt.

it makes his cock go harder still, and he groans, lifting his hips up a little to meet your clothed pussy, giggling at the moan the contact pulls from you. "miss this pussy," he whispers, hot on your neck. "let me have it?"

"'s all yours," you tell him, hands fumbling to grab onto his shoulders, his heavy biceps, trying to maintain balance as he rocks you up and down, the friction of his cock on your clit getting harder and harder as he slowly, steadily increases his pace. "just—take it already, baby."

"so impatient," hinata coos, eyes bright as they watch your face, smiling and landing a kiss on your chin when you give him a scowl. "baby's been needy for me, huh?"

"yes," you gasp, as he finally gets one hand between your legs, pulling aside your panties and resting the fat tip of his cock at your entrance. it's hot, how he's teasing your folds with his length, taking it in his fist and running his head up 'n down your slit, making you go all wet and messy within minutes. "yes, please, you're never home anymore."

"aw, baby, dont say that :(" he mumbles, letting go of his cock — which of course, ellicits an indignant keen from you — to grab the back of your neck instead, bringing you close to touch his forehead against yours. "i'm sorry 'bout that, alright? promise i'll be with you every second of every day, once the season's out. we'll go on vacation together."

"wherever i want?" your lashes flutter as you look down, wishing he didnt have one hand cupped around your ass, holding you up, so you couldnt sink down on his cock just yet, despite how badly you wanted to.

"wherever you want." he promises, and kisses you, the taste of your sleep mingling with eachother as he finally slips his cock into your cunt, and his mouth parts against yours to let out a whispered curse.

fuck, his cock is so thick — so fat and heavy as it slides in through your entrance, stretching out your gummy, velvet walls and moulding you to the shape of it instantly, as he bottoms out; the feeling of being stuffed so full and well is new all over again, after having missed it for over a whole damn week.

the stretch is so, so good. "ah— shoyo!"

"i've got you, sunshine." he sighs, giving you an experimental cant of his hips up, nudging his cock in even deeper, and you moan, falling into him as you struggle to adjust to him all at once. "fuck, s' tight. gonna make me cum within minutes, arent you?"

"hhh— slow, slow." you gasp, lips against the shell of his ear as one of your hands climb up to tangle through the bright, fiery curls of his hair. "cant take s'much like this."

"you'll be fine," he squeezes at your ass, before giving the soft flesh a slap — it's hardly any of his spiker's strength, but it still makes you flinch, still makes the plush skin burn. "haah! shoyo, fuck!"

he laughs, the sound so sweet in contrast to the sudden change in how he's fucking up into you—

tightening his hold on your body, he starts a faster pace, every thrust of his thick cock into your cunt making your pussy squelch, making you gasp with how he knocks the air from your lungs with his strength. "told me this pussy's all mine, mhm, baby? let me fuck it how i want."

your nails dig little crescent shapes into the tan, rosy skin of his shoulders, a part of your mind wondering how the hell hinata can so easily switch from slowly grinding his hard-on against your clothed clit to bouncing you up and down on his lap like this — fucking you senseless right after you'd both woken up, so early in the morning that the sun is barely off the horizon yet.

"hah, shit," he moans, voice both raspy and pitchy at the same time, tilting his head back as his movements get desperate. "g'na cum, baby, g'na cum."

he's hot against you, sweat glistening across his pectorals as his chest rises and falls with the depth of his breathing, thighs slick with your wetness as you drip down on him, embarrassingly wet—

then, he tilts his body in and makes you lean into him, grabs you by the back of your neck once more so he can pull you into a kiss, steamy and sloppy with unfiltered need — "cumming, baby," he groans, voice hoarse with pleasure. "g'na fill you all up— fuck."

and as he cums, painting your walls in thick, warm white, he slams into you hard enough to push you over the edge with him.

his drooling tip hits your favourite spot, and when he knows he's found it by your moan, he rolls his hips up, hitting it again and again as he leaks cum into you, the excess dripping out and smearing your thighs and his.

"cum with me, sweetheart," hinata breathes, and you do.

you cum, the clench and flutter of your pussy around his cock so tight, sucking him in all the way with his next sloppy thrust upwards — so tight, hugging him so well, it's like your pussy's telling him to stay with you, like your pussy never wants to let him go.

"fuck, baby." he hisses through gritted teeth, though you haven't said anything, and captures your lips in another messy kiss.

he watches the stars in your eyes, the blissed out expression you wear, and groans, "don't wanna ever fuckin' let you go, either."

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[atsukuro]

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[atsukuro]

Strawberry Jam

Your best friend has a sweet tooth.

cw: college!bokuto, oral(f!receving), dubcon, manhandling if you squint. 1.3k

“Ah shit!” Bokuto frowns. “I dropped my pencil.”

You absently hum at the sound of his voice from the ledge of your laptop. “Hm-?”

The sound of a skidding chair barely disrupts your line of focus from where it’s locked on your midterm - but the sound of his head knocking a bit against the underside of the table does pull a little chuckle from you. You glance at your keyboard through a few dull taps on your mousepad, but at the very least you’re considerate enough to mumble a quiet ‘You okay?’

Bokuto makes a huffy little whining sound that you opt to ignore in favor of letting your best friend crawl about the carpet like a mouse. Patting his palms against the plush nylon of your bedroom floor as he searches for his pencil, and you’re really no help when you make less than an effort to move your legs as he knocks against them.

The blue light turns the darkening room behind you a washed navy, whatever he just knocked his back against just unplugged the desk light. “You can just borrow one of mine y’know.”

“But this one’s special! It has my name engraved on it and everything!”

“Why would you-“ You spam the backspace bar for a loud couple clicks. “Why would you buy something like that if you know it’s gonna get shaved away anyway?”

“Because it’s cool… And I’ll know if someone steals it!”

Bokuto roots for the little punctures on the outlet through a few messy jabs of his fingers. “Your room eats up all my stuff.”

The fact that you can physically hear him pouting is enough to make you wanna audibly scoff. Especially when his little nest across the hall has already swallowed up a pair of your headphones, a few mismatched socks, and a volume of that manga you’ve been collecting since last spring. And anyways, it’s totally his fault. He’s the one who keeps treating your room like a second bedroom. You can’t even sift through your hamper without finding some of your clothes mixed up with his.

But instead of making that point, you pull a little piece of skin off your bottom lip that tastes metallic when you tuck it under your tongue, switching tabs to double check your sources and mumble a little sarcastically under your breath. “Sorry ‘bout my room eating your stuff.”

The way the room bursts into a warm haze barely phases you anymore than the hollow tap of thin wood clinking just before your feet. If Bokuto’s gasp should mean anything, a number two pencil gets to live to see another day.

“Find it?”

“I found it!”

Bokuto snorts at your halfhearted ‘Hoorah.” as he turns on his knees to crawl out from under the table. Blithely grunting his way through the cramped little space, but stopping on the heel of his palm when he notices something.

“Oh, hey!”

“Hmm?”

He ducks his head for a better view of your skirt. “What’s up with these undies?”

“Hm? Oh.” You lift your back a little, even still your eyes are locked on the screen. “You got a problem with Strawberry Shortcake?”

“No, I like them! They’re cute.”

You blow a tickled breath out through your nose. You should kick him for being a perv and peeking up your skirt. But really you’re just thankful he didn’t tease you for being childish after you just ragged on his special pencil.

Your elbow digs into the desk with a squeak as you rest your jaw in your palm, your voice is an absent drone. “Thanks, they’re strawberry flavored.”

The shift key clicks as you start a new paragraph.

And then your knees are colliding with the table. “Wha- They’re not actually strawberry flavored!”

The way you startledly flinch is hardly enough to deter Bokuto’s hot mouth from the front side of your panties, but the way he hums - runs a thorough lick through your clothed slit and pulls away, makes it hard for you not to outwardly shutter. “They’re not? No way, I totally taste it.”

“Bokut-“ You lay your hand against his scalp when he leans in to dig his nose in. “Don’t just start doing something like that out of nowhere!”

Wow, he’s really slobbering all over those poor things isn’t he? “Y’want me to stop?”

“N-…No, but-”

He digs his tongue in with a fervor.

It’s a few tempered licks before he’s finally reaching forward to tug your panties to the side, molten tongue massaging attentively over your clit as the way he’s all but mushing his head into your soaked cunt inclines you to scoot into your seat. - Although the distance is short lived. You’re helpless to stop him when he uses his weight to push the chair back enough to lift his head freely, and you're all but yanked onto your back as he secures your legs over his shoulders, lifting on his knees to eat you out from a better angle.

The position is a little awkward but the sensation is incredible. This guy is drinking you up like it’s all he knows how to do. The angle opens you up from top to bottom, his tongue doesn’t leave a spot untouched. You’d almost be embarrassed with all the noise you’re making, but his drunken moans are a contest to yours.

“Ko, you’re-“ Oh god, your poor chair. “You’re… making such a mess…!”

He makes a gluttonned sound of indignation. “S’your fault. ‘Pussy tastes so good…”

You whine. That’s your best friend talking to you like that. You don’t even know where this came from. One minute he’s a bumbling teddy bear, rooting around your carpet for his stupid novelty pencil, the next he’s-

“You’re g’nna cum in my mouth?” He noses your clit. “Gonna let me drink your cum? Yeah?”

You claw at the arms locked over your thighs. “Koutarou! K-Ko! Fuck… Oh my god…”

“You taste so fucking sweet. What kind of friend holds out on another when they know they’ve got the-“ The way he spits on your messy cunt makes your pretty eyes roll. “Most perfectest pussy in the whole wide world?”

That’s not a word. But you get the sentiment. Especially when he punctuates it by circling his middle finger around your tight little hole and eases it in with his tongue pressed against your clit. Deep guttural groan that reverberates throughout your entire body at the way your cunt suckles on his finger, gushing for him so eagerly that you start to drip down his arm. Your pretty pussy seems intent on making him fall in love with it. Love struck even when he slides another finger in. And it’s all he can do not go mad when you start to drunkenly hump into his face.

“Oh god, Ko! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Bokuto moans as your legs lock behind his shoulders, you’re so fucking hot he could die. “Mhm! Mhm!”

He’s rocking into you so thoroughly with his fingers that the chair starts to creek. The way the veins in his arm deliciously pop is enough to send you over the edge. “Ohhhh fuck! Cumming! m’ cumming!”

Bokuto sloshes his tongue over your clit as you spasm around his fingers. Wet noises double in volume as he continues to fuck into you, even when your leg kicks up from the amount of overstimulation. He just barely gives when you start to push his head away.

“Sorry, sorry!” Bokuto raises his head. “You’re just too fucking good.”

He helps you shimmy your sodden panties down your legs as you tiredly upright yourself in your seat, kissing your knee for good measure. “Hey, we’re still friends right?”

You nod. Though your throbbing clit says otherwise. “Yeah, you’re still my buddy.”

“Yay!” And you could almost giggle at how happy-go-lucky he can still look with your cum all over his face.

He holds your soaked underwear in his hand and they squish a little in his palm. “Can I keep these?”

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