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38riku · 2 years

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╭ ❥ sugawara’s bday post + bonuses

ft post-time skip haikyuu men

synopsis — milf!reader, black coded, use of she/her pronouns.

cw — this post contains 18+ content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact or you will blocked. public sex. breeding. praise. bondage. oral (m. & f. receiving) cum eating (?) use of pet names.

includes — sugawara, sawamura, iwaizumi, and hinata

notes — birthday post for sugawara that got out of hand. it’s 11:35 so im still on time! not proofread (again its 11:35 and I want to sleep 🥹)

tags — @gabzlovesu @thathoneybee3 @dazaisfavgf

sugawara k. ♡

— your son’s kindhearted kindergarten teacher who offers you sweet smiles, casual small talk, and lingering stares that make your face heat up. you were content with your relationship with the handsome male.

— but he wasn’t.

— you were just so pretty. wearing those fluttery sundresses that made every movement that more noticeable, or the sophisticated sweater dresses and tights that made your thighs look oh so delectable.

— you had to know what you were doing to him. it was driving him crazy be he is a gentleman first and foremost. however, you continued to stretch his self control thinner and thinner with each encounter.

— and today, during the intermission of kindergarten graduation – it snapped.

“shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep quiet or everyone will hear how much of a slut you are for me.”

you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. the very-high chance of being caught, pressed against the tiled wall of the hallway where anyone could walk out and see your sons kindergarten teacher balls deep in you.

your legs felt like jelly and if it wasn’t for his hold on you, keeping you upright and legs locked around his waist, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed.

“you feel so good,” he praised, trailing kisses from the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin at your nape. “if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll make you a mommy again.”

“p-please —” you breathed out, your words soft and airy as you whined. “wanna feel it, koushi~”

sugawara chuckled, his hips stuttering for a moment as he rested his forehead on yours. “anything for you beautiful, now go on, I know you’re close.”

your lips sought out his to stifle the symphony of moans that fell from your lips. he indulged in you, of course, he couldn’t say no if he tried.

pulling away, he gauged your blissed expression as you came — brows knitted, eyes glassy, and lips glossy from his own. the straps of your pretty dress hung off your shoulder as your neck began to bruise a purplish red from his earlier assault.

it was beautiful enough to make him cum on the spot, groaning as he held you in place with the strength from his athletic years.

sugawara placed you on your feet, snapping your panties in place with his usual charming smile it made you wonder how the same man had you whimpering like a teenage girl a minute ago.

“I’ll see you after the ceremony sweetheart.”

sawamura d. ♡

— you and daichi were acquainted for lack of a better word. your son has a habit to be reckless and is dumb enough to get caught. this tends to happen when you’re out of town, leaving him with his father who can’t set him straight like you do.

— daichi is usually the officer on duty. these incidents happen in the early hours of the morning, on weekends – precisely his work hours.

— he knows your kid isn’t a bad kid, in fact, he reminds him of him when he was around that age.

— you sped over from the airport, picked him up and took him home and returned to fill out the paperwork.

— daichi could tell you were tired, frustrated, and overall stressed to the brim, but damn were you the finest woman he has ever laid eyes on.

— your hair was clipped back loosely, straightened strands framing your face as your eyes skimmed the familiar document. his gaze, as inappropriate as it may be, fell to the white button up shirt that did nothing but accentuate your cleavage, teasing the red bra you had underneath.

— one wrongfully right move and he’ll throw caution to the wind without a second thought.

“f-fuck just like that-” he rasped, staring down at where you were between his legs in the faculty break room. never has he been so thankful for his go-for-nothing coworkers that don’t bother showing up.

all he did was offer to release some stress with a massage. calloused hands working firmly to get rid of the knots in your back but you were moaning about how good it felt.

he couldn’t help the tent in his uniform but you offered to. ‘returning the favor’ you insisted, guiding him to the chair and shamelessly fell to your knees.

neatly manicured nails were wrapped around the base as the other popping the buttons of your blouse tantalizing slow. you put on the real show with your mouth: lips wrapping around his cock, your tongue dragging against the underside, hell even the hollowing of your cheeks made him weak.

“you’re a little vixen you know that?” he seethed, thighs flexing as you hummed against his length. his gaze dropped to your fully exposed chest still decorated with the lacy fabric. you looked like a dream but he prayed that this is his reality.

you removed your lips with an audible pop, pumping him vigorously and staring up at him with an innocence that’s mocking.

“want you to cum right here, okay?” you mused, dragging your finger across the valley of your breast. “i promise I’ll clean it up, won’t have to worry about a thing handsome.”

seriously, how was he supposed to hold out when you say things like that?

he came, hard, painting your chest right where you told him too in sticky ropes of white. his head was leaned back in ecstasy, dark strands sticking to the sweat slicked skin of his forehead.

semi-embarrassed, he covered his reddened face with his arm, catching his breath and refusing to look at you to prevent another erection.

against his better judgement he took a peek, and regretted it immediately as blood began rushing back to his cock.

there you were, gathering his cum with your fingers and sucking it off as if this was some shitty porno.

“keep it up and you’ll be going dumb on my cock by sunrise.”

iwaizumi h. ♡

— it’s been three years since you had your daughter and the baby weight is just as stubborn as the little girl!

— you had no idea where the start with a meal plan, gym equipment, it was a bit overwhelming and you decided to hire someone to help ease the stress even by a little.

— unfortunately in iwaizumi’s case, all you did was cause stress.

— not in a proper sense. you were nice, adored your kid, worked hard, and not that much older than him.

— that is the issue.

— you were perfect in every sense of the word. a little too perfect. he couldn’t help but think about putting you in more compromising positions and getting comfy when showing you the ropes to certain equipment.

— the last thing he would want to do is make you uncomfortable but if the situation calls for it maybe he can put it all on the line.

“you’re so fucking pretty I swear.” he grunts, his blunt honesty making your body heat up. you wanted so badly to cover your face, instinctively hide your body, but the elastic ropes around your wrist made that impossible.

his kisses were chaste, sweet, but made you shiver each time they came in contact with your soft skin.

“you’re t-teasing me,” he only chuckled at that, teasing your folds with his fingers before he slipped one in, making you jolt from the intrusion.

“trust me on this baby, I’m not teasing you. i mean it when I say you’re sexy as hell.” his gaze was fixated on you as he added a second finger, watching as your lips parted to allow a wanton moan to reach his ears.

he was taking the time to learn you body, what made your face twist and pleasure or caused you to be the most vocal, adjusting it to his leisure until his hand shined from your pools of arousal.

“gonna taste ya, and you’re going to keep these legs nice and spread for me alright? don’t make me tie ‘em down too.”

iwaizumi almost felt bad when he saw the tears leak from your eyes but, as he flattened his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling back in the purest form of ecstasy, any and all second thoughts flew out the window as he began to devour you.

it was a struggle. resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs shut became your main focus. not the volume of your moans that passerby’s are sure to hear from the outside or the sheer desperation in your voice as you begged him to keep going.

your orgasm came in a flash, your legs convulsing as they closed around his head but he didn’t mind — not when you did so well for him.

when you body calmed down he untied your hands, sitting you up and pulling you flush against him on the bench.

“is it really a workout if only one of us is sweating?”

hinata s. ♡

— brazil has a lot to offer hinata. endless summer, an attractive tan, a reconciliation with an old rival turned friend, and you : a pretty exchange student studying abroad.

— he truly thinks the two of you are meant to be. what are the chances are being here, at the same time, in the same hotel, and crossing paths?

— hinata is absolutely smitten by you three months in of your friendship. you’re fun to be around, trying new things left and right, and when you speak portuguese?

— top him and top him now.

— the day he found out you had a daughter no older than four, showing him the various pictures of the two of you (and begrudgingly the details of her father when asked) he is seeing you in an entirely new light.

— you were stunning when you were pregnant, and your daughter is splitting image of you, but he can’t help but imagine you swollen with his kid.

— he wants it, he wants it bad.

“fucking hell princess, I can barely move.” he grunted, keeping his unruly pace as he bullied your cervix over and over again without trying.

hinata was delighted. you were taking him, stretching to accommodate his girth. if it wasn’t for your nails digging into the skin of his back he would think he was dreaming.

“‘s too much, g-gonna break me!” tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccuped, moans sounding more and more like whimpers as he continued to fuck you stupid.

he only scoffed, gripping your wrist with one hand without messing up his rhythm. “can’t break the pussy that was made for me, can I?”

hinata was hyper aware to ever sound that accumulated between the two of you. the hotel bed creaking underneath you, every whine, whimper, hiccup, and moan that left your lips, the sound of his balls slapping your ass witch each thirst; he was hypnotized by sex with you.

the words you tried to say were jumbled, incoherent, and he cooed at the sight. “gonna cum baby? go on, say what I wanna hear and I’ll let you.”

you felt like you were sinking, deeper and deeper until the pleasure you felt felt became too much. the pressure in your abdomen felt odd, yet, you couldn’t release it. not when he was staring you down like that, daring you to cum without permission.

“p-please let me cum shoyo, I-I can’t hold it,” the desperation in your voice made him twitch inside you, the untamed lust and want causing his release to creep up on him quicker than usual.

“you better make a mess on it princess.”

i can explain … 🧍🏽‍♀️but I will not

#happy birthday sugawara my bby <3 #almost forgot the tags its now 11:45 omg #x black reader #black y/n #black reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata smut #hinata shoyo smut #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara smut #sugawara x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut

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scented-morker · 1 year

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Rainy Playgrounds

Taehyun didn’t think walking you home from his friends dumb party would lead to this… but he isn’t necessarily upset that it did.

fluff, first kiss au, very dialogue heavy, non-idol!tyun x fem!reader.. no idea how many words, probably a little under 1K

happy late birthday sweet boy <3 I couldn’t not write something for my bias’s birth

Kang Taehyun was perfect.

A fact he proved once again as he got the entire party dancing while performing his karaoke version of Fire by BTS, a rendition youre sure the group themselves would be impressed by.

And afterwards when everyone was congratulating him and chattering excitedly, his eyes kept landing on you.

You weren’t sure why, as the two of you hadn’t had many conversations, at least not conversations interesting enough for him to remember you by.

They were enough for you to remember him, and remember the way he smiled at you and made you feel everytime he said something else to keep the conversation going. In fact those few conversations were enough to have you completely head over heels for the boy.

But you watched from a distance, because he was perfect. Everyone knew it. He made everyone feel like that.

“Yn!”

Even now, the way he sounded genuinely excited to see you had your stomach doing back flips.

“Hey tyun!”

“You should try karaoke!!”

You laugh at the idea, “I don’t think that would be good for anyone.”

“Oh come on, I can help you pick a song!! If you want we can even do a duet!!”

Kang Taehyun was offering to do a duet with you, in front of what you would assume to be the entire school based on the way they were clustered together in Yeonjun’s living room turned dance floor.

“I’m good, I was actually just about to leave anyway. Social battery is getting pretty low.”

You needed to escape him immediately, his pretty smile and his sparkly eyes and his duet offers.

“Oh,” he has the nerve to sound disappointed, “well then let me walk you home!”

He’s grabbing his jacket before you can say anything to object, and he leads you out the door.

“Why are you leading?” You laugh, “you don’t even know the way to my house.”

He turns around to walk backwards so he can look at you, “true, but this takes away your chance to not let me.”

You swear he’s going to be the death of you, with his determination to care for you and make you accept it.

“You know the park by first street? I’m a few blocks down from there.”

His smile is blinding, “perfect.”

So fifteen minutes later and instead of being home, you two are at the park by your house.

“You know,” he says as he hangs off the monkey bars, “I think you’d be great at karaoke.”

You roll your eyes, “are we really still on that?”

“Yes we are!”

The two of you meet in the middle of the monkey bars, bodies swaying just enough to almost brush against each other but never actually touch.

“Even if I was the worlds greatest singer, there is no way I would follow THE Kang Taehyun.”

“Why? Because I’m such a performer?”

“Yes! You are! Even Chaeyoung was dancing and I watched her sleep through Yeonjun’s Hammer Time performance.”

Taehyun let’s out a laugh that sounds just as pretty as his singing.

“Well it was a little bit off key.”

“Oh so now this is the voice?” You question as you run off towards the swings, Taehyun following close behind. “I’m glad I didn’t sing in front of you, you probably wouldn’t have turned your chair around.”

You’re both sat on the swings now, and you absentmindedly kick your feet as he responds.

“I definitely would have! I’d have turned my chair around before you even picked up the microphone!”

You can’t help but laugh at his adamancy.

“Fine, I’m the worlds best singer, we can move on now.”

He giggles, “wow I’m so glad you sacrificed so I could be right.”

“What can I say? I’m a team player.”

He laughs, slowly getting higher and higher on the swing as he continues to kick his feet.

“So miss team player, when was the last time you swung on the playground.”

“When I was eleven. Every time I try to come now the kids parents glare at me because I’m too old.”

“I don’t think you’re ever too old for the playground.”

“Right?”

“Do you wanna jump?”

Your words are now getting more and more dismembered because of the way your swings are going opposite of each other, but you hear his childish suggestion clearly.

“Obviously.”

He grins.

“Okay. 1,2,3!”

The two of you let go of the swings, flying forward and into the mulch, toppling over from impact.

When you finally open your eyes from laughing, you see Taehyun is much closer than you thought, his face mere inches from your own.

“Are you okay?” He asks, brushing a thumb against your cheek where it’s red from falling after your landing.

You jerk into a sitting position, replacing his hand with your own.

“Yeah, I’m all good.”

He sits up leisurely, appearing as if he didn’t notice your panic when he touched you, but the smirk on his face assures you he did.

“You sure about that?”

Thunder rumbles somewhere in the distance, the warning of a small spring storm moving in.

“You know we’re still four blocks away from my house.”

“Yeah.”

“And it’s gonna start raining soon.”

“Yeah.”

Neither one of you move, still sitting facing each other.

“You know I really want to kiss you right now.” This time it’s him speaking, and you almost gasp at how steady his voice is.

He states it like a fact, and you find yourself smiling.

“Yeah.”

He grins, “yeah? You do?”

“Mhm.”

And with that he leans in, only to pause when raindrops start falling on his head, rolling down your face and getting your clothes wet.

“It’s raining,” he points out.

“I don’t care,” and with that you pull him in, hand at the back of his neck and the other on his cheek.

You feel him grin into the kiss, laying you down on the now soaked mulch.

“You should come to parties more often.”

“Shut up.”

The two of you are soaking wet when you finally make it home that night, but the grin on your faces and happy butterflies in your stomach outweigh the cold that you’re going to inevitable get.

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