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feral-pansexual · 2 years

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Spoiling Tsu-Chan | Shiratorizawa x Reader

Warnings: Porn with a leetol plot, the third years are all TRUE DOMS, Goshiki is the subbiest babey I s2g. Whole thing is Shiratorizawa & you spoiling Tsutomu. I keep fuckign up and switching between past and present pronouns (English is unfortunately my 1st language, I have no excuses). Poorly written because I’m tired, no beta we die like men, etcetera and whatnot.

Premise: Shiritorizawa has had their precious little first year on the volleyball team for a while now, but they have yet to.. Not quite ‘haze’ him, but haze him. Enter you, s/o to Tendou (and pretty much the whole team at this point) Everyone just wants to do their best to make little Tsutomu feel welcomed.

Gender neutral reader, because Gender is a Scam (thank). Fic is mostly oriented around Goshiki, not you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Onwards!

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You congratulate the volleyball team after their latest win, doting on them and handing out towels and water as they make their way into the locker room. Tendou runs up to greet you, a mischievous grin on his face as he kisses your forehead.

“Hey, babydoll. Need you to do something for us.”

Even for after a game, Satori seemed more breathless than usual. Judging by the smile on his face, as well as the growing.. ‘problem’ at the front of his shorts… If he weren’t leaning over you, the dwindling crowd would have been able to clearly see the evidence of his arousal.

“That depends.. what kind of something do you boys need?”

He chuckled, the sound airier than usual. “Y’know the new kid, Goshiki? Cute little first year with the bangs?”

You had to stop yourself from snorting. “With the bangs.”

“Mhhm. It seems pretty obvious that he’s here to stay, ‘n the boys and I figured we should give him a more.. informal welcome, if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and you couldn’t help but to laugh at his antics.

“Well, if you think he deserves it..”

“Did you see that cross-shot?! I might’ve let him at you just for that!”

You were laughing with him now. You faintly heard Coach Washijo yelling at your boyfriend to change and get out of the club room, but you could ignore that for now.

“I’ll be in you and Toshi’s room?”

“With the booty shorts?”

You sighed dramatically. “Are they really necessary?”

“Noooooo.. but I’m peeling whatever you wear off of you anyways, so might as well make it easy on us both.”

You rolled your eyes as he finally made his way to the locker room. Still, you smiled fondly. Goshiki wasn’t the only first year you had helped to feel welcome on the team, but it being your third year, he would be your last.

— messy ass timeskip for.. reasons —

Tendou’s fingers wrap around your wrist and hip, dragging you closer to him in he and Ushijima’s shared room as he stoops to kiss you. You can feel the stares from the rest of the team as he does so, their attention turning your cheeks red. He’s always been the most forthright in your pleasure, and so the rest of the boys let him go first (and subsequently hold you while they have their turns.

His dirty talk is unmatched, and tends to affect everyone within earshot.) You can see the way Goshiki fidgets on Reon’s lap, see the way the older boy whispers in his ear, the way he holds the boy’s hands to keep him from touching himself.

Still, you can tell, even with most of your gaze obscured by Tendou, that Reon’s struggling to contain himself as well. A light blush has dusted his cheeks, and you watch his throat bob as Tendou deepens the kiss. You can't help but shut your eyes and moan, and you hear Goshiki quietly parrot the sound. Semi laughs, but is quickly silenced by.. Well, you can’t tell right now.

Satori’s fingers release your wrist, and coax your hand to his shoulder. You bunch the material of his shirt in your grip as his hand travels to your ass, gently pulling your shorts and underwear down. You hear a gasp and smile- it seems the team’s plan to fully welcome the first year was working.

Tendou chuckled at the sound Goshiki made. “Tsu-chan! Didn’t know we’d get you so worked up just by kissing, eh?”

You took the chance to open your eyes again. Everyone present - Ushijima, Reon, Tendou, Semi, and Shirabu - were all looking at Tendou, who’s flush was deepening from the attention. Not just from the rest of the team, but the hand Reon had inched down to the front of the younger boy’s pants. Tendou laughed again, tugging your back to his chest as he turned to watch the new show.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don’t get him too worked up now, Ohira-san! We’re not even to the best part yet!”

“The.. best..?” Tsutomu’s ears were turning now, the redness of his blush traveling down his neck now, too. You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“The sex, Tsu. Didn’t any of your senpais tell you?”

Semi let out a quiet groan, grabbing Shirabu’s thigh as he covered his mouth with the other hand. The sandy-haired setter offered him a confused glance, but the blush on his face betrayed his stoic demeanor.

Tendou’s hands began kneading your thighs, tutting at the second years. “I thought I asked you both to tell him! We’ve been planning this for DAYS, and nobody bothered to tell the guy the whole setup’s for?”

Semi leaned down, Shirabu following in the short bow. Little Goshiki was stuck gawking at all of you, save for Ushijima, from Reon’s lap.

“Hmm. Reon and I both told you to do it yourself. Those two need more discipline before they will be able to follow through with such.. Lewd conversations with their kouhai.”

The attention shifted to the team’s captain, the second years wincing just slightly beneath his words. Semi, who was sitting right next to him on Tendou’s bunk, gently removed the hand from his mouth and fisted it in Ushijima’s pants near the knee. The older boy covered it with his own hand, offering a soft squeeze.

“Weelllll… Now that everybody’s up to speed, can we get a move on? My perfect partner’s almost naked, and I can’t wait for what comes next.”

Tendou practically covered your body with his own, hands linking just under your stomach. Almost discreetly, he shifted a foot between your own to further expose you to the rest of the room. Goshikis gasped again. He wasn’t the only one who verbalized - Semi and Shirabu sighed at the not-unfamiliar sight, while Reon chuckled under his breath at his Kouhais’ reactions. Wakatoshi tightened his grip on Semi’s hand, eliciting a small gasp from him.

Reon gently patted Goshiki's hip before shifting, settling the smaller boy onto his thigh before patting the other.

"You ready, doll?"

Tendou was always gentle with you.. verbally, at least. The handprint shaped bruises on your hips said otherwise physically - not that you minded.

With a nod, you were settled onto Reon's other thigh. Goshiki gulped as you tosses a leg over his lap, drawing attention to your naked sex. You looped an arm around Reon's shoulder for stability, offering a smile and peck on the lips before returning your attention to the first year.

"Tsu-chan, love. You can touch."

It was like that was the only permission he needed before he leaned into Reon's large chest, dropping a hand to the leg you placed across his own. His touches were hesitant at first, but the gentle praises from you and Tendou were enough to spur him into action.

It wasn't long before you two were off Reon's lap and onto Tendou's bed, surrounded by the rest of the team. Your boyfriend sat behind you, thighs beneath your shoulders to prop you up some as Shirabu and Semi guided the first year to better please you.

"If you touch them right there and roll your thumb-"

You gasped, hips lifting into their hands as you came for the first time that night. Goshiki's eyes widened at the sight, while the second years continued their ministrations.

"Good job, Tsutomu." Uahijima's baritone voice came from near Tendou's head above you.

"Now you get to clean up the mess you've made."

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"Gee, I wonder what kind of sleep-deprived self indulgent bull Silver'll write today"- Shiratorizawa gangbang fic. Any other questions or requests? Send 'em in!

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meiieiri · 1 year

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ushijima wakatoshi, the captain of the shiratorizawa men’s volleyball team, who has been waiting the whole day for you to get out of cheerleading practice. he practically pulls you into the new gym building’s storage room, ripping your newly tailored uniform apart as he desperately buries his massive cock inside your tight walls, using all his power and stamina to slam into you from behind. his big frame engulfs your smaller body so easily that you could feel the fat tip of his cock practically brushing against your cervix. he struggles not to grunt too loudly when you suddenly lift your hips to meet his heavy thrusts, fearing he’ll cum right then and there, he flips you over so you could meet his eyes, his calloused fingers clutching your waist, “don’t— don’t— do that, don’ wanna cum too early.”

of course this had to be my first post on tumblr after deleting my first account. 🫣

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sim-patelle · 6 months

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Overnight story

Dilf! Ushijima x Reader (afab)

Smut! MDNI!

Word count: 4.6k

+ : age gap (reader in their 20s, him in his 40s), rough play, breast play, obvious flirting, overstimulation, passing out, very little degradation, very little to little praising, mentioning of creampie, hot body, Ushijima Wakatoshi (god this man..)

"Wow I'm so glad for you! Honestly I couldn't endure it seeing you guys almost fucking right on the spot" you said to your friend, congratulating her that she got engaged, finally. "And it's really Alright if I'm there too?" you ask.

She was having a meet over with her family and her partners, and you got asked to give her company while they announce their love once again and celebrating it.

"Yes you gotta come, otherwise I can't stand my parents silent-treating each other all the time" she jokes around, while you try to remember her dad, wondering if you have ever met him...

You arrived at her house, lightly dressed up with a black dress and a see-through white blouse over your shoulder, keeping you a bit warm, having some exchange clothes with you in your Bag. She saw you through the windows and opened the door, hugging you tight. "You're good in time!" she adds a sentence whispering in your ear "my parents are already annoying" and smiles innocently. As you stepped into the quite big house, you already got greeted by 3 faces. Her family.

Her mother hugs you light as a greeting "Oh y/n I haven't seen you for a long time! You look good!" she says, admiring your looks and clothes. You thanked her for the compliment and looked at your friends brother, already knowing him. He gives you a slight smile and holds out his hand. With a comfort in your chest, you took his head and greeted him with exchanging some words. He's not much of a talker.

You feel a light gaze upon you while talking with him, a gaze that let you feel lightly uncomfortable. As you were done chattering, a tall man with olive eyes looks at you.

"Ushijima Wakatoshi, it's a pleasure to meet you" he says calm, with a deep voice that let you feel something deep down. You weren't expecting such an attractive man as her father, and he quite fits your type too. He holds out his right hand to greet you. You took his hand, noticing the size of it, but looked into his eyes with a slight smile, noticing his almost perfect eyelashes.

"Y/n l/n it's a pleasure to meet you too mister". He looks you deep in the eyes, letting a mysterious gaze through you, like he would enjoy giving you all the attention there is. Would that affect you? Probably..

...

The family of your friends fiance arrived shortly after that and you had quite some good time. Eating, drinking champagne, chatting with the others but mostly listening to the others. But all the time, you felt the familiar gaze from before all the time, Wakatoshi following your movements with his eyes, not taking them off of you.

He enjoys looking at you, studying like a picture, wondering what's making it so unbreable to not gaze at it, imagining what could be under that dress of yours. He is desperate for something new. His divorce was quite a time ago, and there hasn't been anything quite after it, just some hook-ups that were not that much fun as he thought.

Quite charmed of that misterious man, you got caught, trying to examine him with his grey-greenish hair. Just now your sight wanders over his clothes. A black blouse which seems a little tight on his build shoulders, dark-grey trousers and a brown slim belt, holding his trousers up to his waist. He notices your gaze, locking your eyes at his. Your doe eyes looking into his from a distance. He raises his glass with such a little smile, only you could see, you holding yours up too, sympathizing with him and smiling back.

You would love to hear his voice once again, him speaking with his deep voice that has made a little impact on you, wanting to hear him right next to your ear.

...

The evening went on, and eventually the party went to an end. The family of the fiance went home, your friends brother drove home to his girlfriend as you found out, and your friend and his fiance went into their bedroom. Because of your long way there, you got the guestroom and (unfortunately) Wakatoshi took the couch to sleep on, his driveway also long enough just to see his daughter.

You're laying in bed, already changed clothes, but still fully awake, your mind not getting him out of your mind. Wakatoshi was admiring you and he let you know that, visibly admiring you, smiling at you when you met him, it drives you crazy. Crazy not knowing what his intentions are, what he wants to do with you.

It gave you some tickling down your lower stomach, and just imagining that his rough, big hand would stroke over this area, gives you goosebumps. Already awake and not doing anything except of scrolling through your phone, you decided to go down into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Very slowly and trying to not wake the others, you open your door and get down the stairs, not making a noise. Only a bit light down there. Through the kitchen there's a wide opening, right to the living room where he sits. Wakatoshi, watching TV. He didn't notice you, not yet.

You quietly get a glass and fill it up with water, just now noticing that he sits there, without his upper cloth, having his right arm on the sofa back, his big shoulders and his upper back being visible. Your eyes wander over his muscles moving near his neck, hearing a little sigh from him. Even that makes you feel light, just some sounds from him.

He grabs something next to his body, his shirt. The moves that he makes while getting his shirt on, turned you kinda on. Those muscles that moves around, his arms getting through that shirt, his biceps visible is getting you some tickles and not just down your abdomen.

You shook your head, getting back your mind and were about to drink out of the glass, until the head of the tall man turns to the kitchen, catching you a little embarrassed on the stop.

Unable to get out of the situation, you decided to get another glass of water, asking a little shy if he wants something to drink. He nods to your answer and you walk to him, slowly, with the glasses in your hands, and getting a bit exited, to finally talk to him a bit. You walk through the opening with the glasses and he watches you, wondering if he gets to see more tonight, than just your short pants and your white shirt. He wants to rip it off, wanting to open that bra you can see a bit through.

As you sat down slowly next to him, it's more visible that he got a big chest that now is covered. His visible jawline got a shave two days ago. He leans back, his arm resting on the back of the sofa again, looking but not watching TV.

"You also couldn't fall asleep?" he asks, looking down at you from the side. "No not really.." you answer him, a bit intimidated, wondering what he will say again with this voice of his, that makes you feel dizzy. You now see where the silence from your friends brother come from. "Why can't you sleep?" you finally ask, not bearing that silence between you. "I couldn't handle it, not being able to talk to you propably" he shoot his shot. What does he have to lose? Nothing but your company he enjoys, and he was aware of what he has done to you.

You weren't prepared to hear that out of his mouth, making you feel exited, asking yourself if you should say something. "I think so too" you say, quietly regretting those words now. "I'm sorry mister, please forget what I said" spits out of your mouth, wanting to stand up and leave of embarrassment and the fact that you feel your cheek light up a bit.

As you stand up, he grabs your arm soft to hold you back, his whole hand fitting around your forearm. The soft touch with this raw hand, got your core throb a bit, getting too excited than you should. "Don't worry, I won't make a fuzz. You can stay to my pleasure"these words coming out of his mouth, you do see a light excitement from his eyes that look through you.

Deciding to stay, you sit back down and came a bit near him. It's hard to make a move when he is full of courage that he sends out, making it almost impossible to even flirt with that older man. Wakatoshi puts his arm on the back of the sofa, kind of getting you in his space more. As you noticed you dare to take a look at him while watching TV. He awaited that and raises his eyebrows at catching you stare, having a light smirk on his face which makes him unbearable to not fuck the shit out of him.

He slowly wanders his gaze down to your chest, and back at your eyes with a smile. God you just wished for a move that he would make, which he does, surprisingly right after enjoying the view of your body.

The excitement almost overflowing in you, as he lays down his hand on your thigh, not affecting him in any way. God, he is so close to your core, that you clench your thighs a bit to supress the throb that went a bit needier.

"Is that alright with you?" such a polite man, only if you knew what he wants to do with you. Fuck you raw and good, making you cum all over his dick are the only desires he has right now, and he is close to fulfilling that dream.

You nod, making him feel more comfortable around you than he was, making him stroke your squeezable thigh with his thumb, really slowly making his way to your lose short-pants. A compliment comes from his lips.

"You looked very good in that dress. I couldn't stop looking at you" finally you made a move, still kind of afraid but it was so obvious to you that he likes you. "I noticed that, I loved your attention on me" you said. God finally he kept moving on, you thought as he leans to you, watching those eyes and lips, wanting to kiss them so bad.

"I want to give you all the attention you want" he breathes, almost touching your lips with his. Only just some inches between it... You couldn't hold back, your self-control finally went away, he waited for that moment. "please do mister.." you answer without hesitation, finally getting his lips to touch yours.

~~<3~~

Your whole body feeling hot, bursting out the lust you tried to keep in, moving along with his. His hand longing to finally touch your waist and grabbing your skin of it. Wakatoshi pulls you onto his lap, not interrupting your greedy wet kiss, turning into deep tongue kisses.

His deep voice humming while he sucked on your tongue, makes you crazy, slowly moving your hip, noticing his aroused cock inside his pants. As you weren't already wet of his touches, he slips his hand into your pants from your left leg, pleasuring your folds with slow movements.

He doesn't want to pleasure himself with you, he wants you to have an unforgettable rough sex with him, not wanting anything else but his dick after that. You break the tongue kiss, watching his hands in your panties, knowing exactly what he does and you can't hold back a slight moan.

"I can't let you be louder than that, otherwise they're gonna wake up" toshi says under his excited breath, longing for your pussy, but keeping it patient. He focuses on your throat now, slowly giving you some of the roughness by biting your collarbone and moving his lips up, placing wet kisses all over the side. Fuck, you thought, already so close to cumming on his fingers and he was just caressing your folds, his wet fingers full of your juice enter into your pussy, and it feels incredible, such a little rush but pleasuring like nothing ever was. You hiss, pulling you onto him more, and grabbing the back of his shirt.

Ruin, wanting to ruin that pretty back was your thought.

You pulled of his shirt, which was kind of hard while getting the full menue of getting fucked with fingers, and hold yourself onto his back, slowly scratching it with your nails. Some little whimpers come out of your mouth and as he started scissoring you, your moan got concealed by wakatoshis hand, while you finally cum on his other one, as you couldn't endure all that pleasure down there.

Your pussy wrenching it all out, sucking his fingers into it more, got him turned all up, ready to make you feel so good. Slowly taking out his fingers, holding them infront of your scrunched up face. "Was that you?" he asked in such a deep voice, it vibrates in your brain. "yes mister..."

What a lovely name to call him, bringing his control to the edge, especially hearing that out of your mouth. It drives him crazy, wanting to fill your hole up more with his cock. He helps you out of your shirt, him finally seeing that bra of yours for a short time, just to open it again, wanting to see every inch of your body.

"Stand up and take off your pants" he says with his eyes on your breasts, that would fit perfectly in his hands. As you do with a little struggle to keep yourself up, his eyes glances down, looking at his art of you with a slight smile. Seeing you being wet all of his doings with just one hand, is such a view to him.

He wanted you to come back on his lap, feeling the throb of your pussy for him, but you decide otherwise. You want to pleasure him too, giving him something he wouldn't expect.

Getting on your knees, you open his legs and pull down his pants. He looks at you seductively, waiting for you to go on, you hold up for a second and admire his length, overall a bit over average but it's gonna fill you up so good.

Taking your breasts around it, to give him some stimulation is a good idea. You start to move them around his cock, seeing how he lays back his head, enjoying your doings. God your sight of him wants you to cum again, and his little hums that turn into some grunts give you a little kick, finally wanting to hear more of him, his deep voice.

His cock starts to twitch, close to cover your tits with his cum, he stops you as his hand grabs your chin lightly. "Don't. Come sit on it." he says under his little breaths, that would enter your mouth soon again. You stand up and move your cunt right over his dick, hesitating at first, unsure of how fast he would go.

Wakatoshi holds you at your hips, getting some help. His large hands almost could hold you alone like that.

"Go on" he commands as he watches you dead in the eyes, giving you a shiver down your spine, almost doing it immediately.

You get down, only just taking his tip and you are already feeling full, feeling his cock. Going to the half, it already hurts a bit, stretching you lightly, but it turns to a pleasuring pain you want to get more of.

As you arrived at his crotch, you hissed in deep, full of him and feeling his veins so intense already brings you to an orgasm already, whining through that pain. You wouldn't know that you were so sensitive for him, already having your first orgasm.

"mister I- fuck I'm sorry..." you apologize under this pain turning into a pleasure. He feels your clenching insides, getting him more aroused. "you're taking my dick good. Don't worry, I will handle the rest" and he immediately starts moving you up and down, getting out full of you and letting you down full on his length.

Tooking you by surprise, you almost scream out his name, but he could stop you with his tongue getting into your mouth once more. Only this one move is enough for him, to get more interested in you.

The only thing you can do to express your pain is by scratching his back. Your hands under his arms, reaching out to it and holding you with your fingernails, leaving some marks and getting 'toshi to grunt into your mouth. The artwork of yours looks so good in his back, and surely as he moved your body up and down, the longer those scratches will stay.

His sweat already is wandering down his back, getting his body even warmer. Him moving you up and down all the time took him to the edge and he is about to give you a creampie. How he would love so see his cum slowly wandering out of you.

Under his heavier rough breaths he got out some words. "You'll feel so good when I come into you..." And so close to getting out all what he got, a supressed moan wanders through the hand of him on your mouth. you came again, not sure if his words got an influence on that, but it was already so much pleasure to endure, as you also couldn't believe how good he let's you feel, already having your second orgasm that lasted whole 2 minutes. Surely you got his lower back red of your nails digging into his wet skin.

His twitching cock pulses into you and at the last move of putting you down, his sperm flew right out of it, warming your insides more. Your clenching walls getting out everything of his cock. Arching your back as you feel hot inside gave you the rest and you almost screamed, again held back from 'toshis hand, muffling your pleasured sound, already seeing stars and so close of passing out.

Him grunting heavily by his doings, feeling your tight pussy. Slowly his cum is dripping out of you, still having his dick in you, is making him smile light, being proud of what he has done to you.

He was the first one, to give you two or three orgasms in only one position. And he will be the only one that managed that. You feel so exhausted, your body only leaning onto his big one, but you can feel his cock getting wrapped up again.

"Haven't you done your job right?" he whispers into your ear, shortly nibbling your earlobe, already having a plan how to manage a mess like you. "No mister... I'm sorry mister..." you say exhausted, not even able to move your body right now.

Unable to predict his actions, your body is in his control now, but he waits. He waits that you earn a bit strength back, slowly stroking your head, going through your hair, holding you tight to his body. He could be considered gentle, but his impression and roughness tell otherwise.

With slow movements, you wrap your arms over his shoulder, this being his sign to go on. "hold on tight" he whispers, slowly moving up, holding you. You automatically wrap your legs around his waist but your head wasn't quite able to catch up. And in a second, he bounced you on his dick once again, moving in even further.

Your mouths already together, you moan into his mouth again, even having the feeling to melt into his sloppy kisses. Not even you didn't know that you would be so loud in one lifetime, yet your beautiful sounds that he enjoys are getting muffled by his warm lips or his hand on your swollen mouth, due to all that kissing.

Your slim walls pushing once again, gives him extra pleasure to his thickened cock. Bouncing your body while he stood up, was only the second of his list on how to fuck you, but for tonight it was the last thing.

Feeling you so tight around his dick, feeling your bouncy boobs and moving you on your arse is everything he could do to feel you everywhere, which made his cock twitchened and he came once again, letting it all out inside you, already feeling is sperm getting out around it, grunting one last time in your mouth. You would remember that grunt forever. His chest heavily moves from the exhaustion that haunts him lightly, looking at his product that he made. The view he has, still holding your body and seeing you still intertwined with him, has such an impact of him. Never thinking of looking at a more beautiful thing.

What a shame it's already over, he thinks but your whole body was tired, you exhausted and barely could keep your eyes open.

The only thing you could remember was getting brought to bed like a kid, carried like one. Only feeling some wet tissues and towels on your body. Then black... You fell asleep, while Wakatoshi took care of you. Cleaning up the living room and bringing you your clothes in the guest room.

As he was done, he came back into your room one last time to look at you, seeing you sleep so peacefully after he made you such a mess. He placed a kiss on your forehead, leaving the room with one thing in his hand. If he would've slept in the same bed as yours, there would've been speculations and you couldn't see each other ever again. He wouldn't let that happen,he is a vulnerable middle aged man.

As he got on the couch, he took the cloth out of his pockets he took of you, your underwear being in his hands, wanting to do this all day long. One little sniff and he was satisfied for the rest of the night, falling asleep on the couch, remembering the view he had from you in his dreams.

~~<3~~

The next morning, you hear some movements in the house, not quite able to assign them. You just lay in your bed, tired body and still tired mind, still trying to remember the last things from the night. As you decide to look down, you slowly stand up from the bed and stretching a bit to get a bit of the pain away that haunts you.

Climbing out of it and slowly opening the door, you see him on the stairs going up. The man that made you mess, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He noticed you on the doorframe and stopped going up, looking at you.

"the others eat breakfast, better get dressed" he says, quickly looking up and down at you, you still being naked. You speak up "I couldn't find my underwear" and as he predicted that, he gets to you, taking your hand and opening it.

This man was slightly obsessed with you and that was an understatement.

Placing his other hand on yours, giving you the underwear you searched for. Your eyes went from your hands to his face, looking up and meeting his. There's a small comfort in them now, a softer gaze than the day before, kind of hard to not lose yourself in his olive eyes. "come, get dressed and eat someting" he says with a charm in his voice, so soft yet so hot with his deep voice.

He shortly gives you a kiss on the forehead and went on going to the bathroom. You stopped him right before with your teasing words. "Missed me that much the night?" smirking to your satisfaction. Did you get him with that?

He looks back, chuckling shortly with a slight smirk. "Go dress up" he says, smiling light and disappears into the bathroom.

Wow, the short chuckle gave you little butterflies into your stomach... So attractive, you think and went into the room to get dressed.

All dressed up - with your underwear - you get down the stairs and sit down on the table where the others sit, one seat next to Wakatoshi. "Wow you slept in" says your friend, smiling to you. Quickly lying on the spot you say: "Yeah I drank a bit much champagne yesterday" and grab the juice to pour it into the glass infront of you.

As you do, a knee hits you light, not moving away from you, already knowing it's Wakatoshis. Only the little touch, not even from his hand, is making you feel comfortable, warm, maybe even a bit needy. It makes you happy, that he searches attention from you, a light smile appearing on your face.

You both shared some touches with your knees under the table as you all ate breakfast, and soon it was time to leave. Leaving your friends house, going home, not able to see him again..

With a little unsure feeling in your tummy, you pack your things in your bag, hopefully not forgetting anything. If yes, you have no shame of turning back if he would live here.

A knock on the doorframe, he stands there, leaning on it with his arm. God the marvelous sight, seeing him in that shirt, such a simple plain one, but he can style anything if it's on his body.

"Ready to leave with me?" you nod turning around and grabbing your bag, but holding in, did he say 'with me'? You look confused to him.

"I'll drive you, no talking back" he says, going away from the doorframe, longing for a short kiss and walks infront of you, ready to wait for your signal.

"okay, I can't talk back" you say, smiling at him, but is it a good time to kiss here? Well, your friend is downstairs, maybe one will satisfy your needs..

You got close to him also, your calm face awaiting his lips tells him that you also want it.

Looking at his lips was the sign to finally kiss you, he brought his hand onto your cheek, you feeling the sensation too much already and he closes your lips with his. It feels like you are on cloud 9 while getting electric shocks through your body. You lean into the kiss, he's feeling every inch of your cheek with-

"Come you guys, my mother is already away, you go now too!" you stop in shock, hearing your friends voice from downstairs. With widening eyes, you look at him moving away from your desperate lips. "We continue this another time" he whispers into your ears, making you fuzzy.

He goes down the stairs, you slowly follow, not trying to show your excitement on your cheeks.

...

"I'm gonna miss you!" Your friend says hugging you tight as a goodbye. You, laying your hands around her back. "I'm gonna miss you too, have nice holidays with him" you say and let go of her. Wakatoshi leans down to his daughter, hugging her and wishing her beautiful moments with her fiance.

You watching them, realizing that you like her dad, but he's single and you too. It felt like a match, and does she have to find out? You let that question open.

Both of you walk out of the door and wandering to his car, getting into the passenger seat, and as you watch him get into his car, you look at his thighs, now seeing that not only his back is well trained. He doesn't skip leg days.

"What city?" he asks you, answering a little late because you were.. Distracted. "xxxxxx" he looks at you, lighty having a disbelief in his eyes. "What?" you ask confused. "So we got the same destination" he answers, and also you were quite surprised but slowly replacing it with a tickling happiness in your stomach.

He starts to drive and you turned on the radio, not liking the silence when someone just doesn't turn up music while driving. It's giving you the ick.

You look out the windows but your gaze went to another thing, your thigh having a hand placed on it. It feels incredible, you had that feeling before, sure but it's always a relieving excitement wandering through your body with chills just by having his touch on your body. He notices you smiling and couldn't suppress his one, his corner of his mouth moving up.

You seem to find a pen next to you, deciding to write something on his hand. You took it, and hold down the hand with yours, writing with the other one. It sure is a spectacle, feeling his rough hands with little veins over it in yours.

He was relieved seeing your number on his hand, having some thoughts on what you guys were writing about and how he could pleasure you through the phone when he will write you...

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vampyirr · 1 year

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Ushijima’s kinks 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

ushijimas kinks

who’s next??

oikawa ver kenma ver

nsfw!

warnings: size kink, manhandling, daddy kink, creampies, praise kink

size kink

we all know ushijima is really big so he loves that your smaller then him. he loves watching you struggle to take his big cock in your little pussy. he loves that you can barley take 2 of his fingers because there so big. and he absolutely loves gripping your waist when you ride him. his big hands wrap around your waist, guiding you to take all of him. you almost always have bruises on your hips because of him

manhandling

goes with his size kink. he doesn’t mean to, most times, but he manhandles you a lot. like i said before you always have bruises on your hips because he grabs you so rough. whenever he’s touching you it’s always rough. it’s just how he is. if your riding him he’s roughly grabbing your chest or hips. if he wants you then he’ll grab and spread your legs. and he definitely rips your clothes a lot

daddy kink

he didn’t know he had a daddy kink till he heard you call him daddy. he didn’t know he had any kinks till you both talked about it. he was fucking you and it just came out. he actually stopped and just looked at you. now every time you fuck. you call him daddy. he just goes harder everytime you say it. if you want to tease him, call him daddy. he instantly gets hard

creampies

he loves to cum inside you so much. he never thought about pulling out once. you did use condoms before but he asked to stop using them. he loves seeing his cum in your pussy. and he definitely does not let it go to waste. he fucks all his cum back into you. if it drips out he pushes it back in with his fingers. he likes seeing your pussy such a mess filled with your cum

praise kink

he’s always praising you. he wants you to feel comfortable and good with him so he tries his best. he knows he’s big so when you struggle (basically everytime) he makes sure to praise you. “you can take it love, i know you can” when it’s too much for you and your overstimulated be tells you soft praises to help stop your trembling. “your doing so good for me.”

a/n: wrote this is 20 minutes lmao

#ushijima smut #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x reader #shiratorizawa #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #hq ushijima

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mattsunism · 2 years

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as one of the managers for MSBY, you don’t see the adler’s ushijima wakatoshi often. so on the rare occasion that the two teams practice together, you make sure not to let the opportunity go to waste (nsfw).

your ears involuntarily prick up at the muffled sound of someone laughing, followed by the sound of a volleyball hitting someone. upon instinct your body clenches up, your hands gripping at the jersey in front of you.

his hips stutter at your actions and his hand squeezes your hip tighter (a feat that you didn’t even think was humanly possible), making you wince and a yelp to slip past your lips.

“wakatoshi, too tight,” you breathe out, and his grip instantly loosens.

“it’s your fault. don’t tighten up like that.”

you open your mouth to protest, but decide against talking back. after all, there was no point in starting anything now. especially considering the position the two of you were in.

you opt to lean forward instead, catching ushijima’s lips with yours. you pull at his bottom lip with your teeth, tugging lightly (you have to remind yourself no marks, because it’d be over if the two of you got caught), and you internally smirk at the way the brown-haired man groans into your mouth.

his hips push into yours, and you welcome the pain in your inner thighs that come with each press. there’s no rhythm to his actions, just his cock brutally thrusting into your wet cunt, desperately trying to chase a release before anyone comes into the room.

“don’t have a condom,” ushijima mutters into your neck, eyebrows furrowing, all while continuing to hit that sweet spot of yours.

“just come in me, please, wakatoshi, fuck. i’m so close,” you plead, your legs wrapping tighter against his waist. you swear you’re seeing stars at the way he’s fucking you, and there was nothing more you wanted at that moment than for him to fill you up inside and fuck you through your orgasm.

his right hand goes down to rub at your clit, and the added stimulation was causing your brain to practically melt like ice cream on a sunny day.

“keep going, please. i want your cum so badly, please just give it to me. fuck, you feel so good inside me. your cock is so fucking good, so big, the best i’ve ever had, fuck.” you’re slurring your words at this point, too fucked out to be embarrassed by the words leaving your mouth.

your words seemed to push ushijima over the edge, because his hips stuttered once, twice, before you feel his cum filling you up inside. the tip of his cock presses up against your g-spot and your head lolls back at the feeling, too lost on the feeling of ushijima’s cock to even register the pain of hitting the metal locker.

you must both be masochists, because he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, a creamy white ring forming at the base of his cock. his eyebrows twitch at the overstimulation, the fine line between pleasure and pain becoming muddled.

“fuck,” he growls, eyeing the mess. he’s obsessed with the way you look whenever you fuck, as if your pussy was made personally to take his cock and milk it for all it was worth. all for him, all because of him.

he keeps his softening cock inside you for a few more moments, savoring your warmth, and allows you to ride out your orgasm to its fullest, sucking at the sweet spot below your ear.

you whimper as he pulls out, feeling his cum start to seep out of your puffy folds. ushijima stares, mesmerized, as if admiring his work, but then grabs a towel from his locker and begins wipes away the mess.

he helps fix your panties, his thumb purposely brushing against your clit just to see your body twitch at the overstimulation.

he gives you one last kiss, but has to pull away with a chuckle because you were still reeling, still seeing stars at the orgasm he had just given you. you’re trying to catch your breath, and just end up giving the man a glare instead of your usual back talk when he teases you over your state.

“you should have come to the schweiden adlers. it’s not too late to fix your mistake, you know.”

you groan as he starts up his lecture about how you chose to manage the wrong team (for the thousandth fucking time, just saying), and somehow find the energy to stand up. you grab your jacket and zip it up to your chin, scowling.

“worst pillow talk ever, wakatoshi.”

“if you didn’t notice, we’re in a locker room,” the player points out, and you mentally face palm at how dense the man is.

“the cover up story is that i was finding tape so you could wrap your fingers,” you mutter, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a small roll of finger tape. you toss it into his lap and speed walk out of the locker room, desperate to end the conversation.

extra.

bokuto leans into atsumu, peering at the stoic man through the net with wide eyes, his eyebrow arching suspiciously.

“you think wakatoshi’s got something going on with our trainer?”

atsumu clicks his tongue, and with wrinkled brows pushes the latter away. “oy, knock it off! ya getting all yer sweat on me.”

the blond stared at you, an incomprehensible feeling bubbling in his stomach at the thought of you dating the adler’s member. his head tilts slightly to the side at the sight of you handing a water bottle to ushijima, not missing the way the latter lets his fingers practically overlap yours during the interaction, and how unbothered you are this contact. almost as if you were used to his touch.

could they? what were the chances that you were closer with the other team’s star player?

no. not much, atsumu convinced himself, but an unsettling feeling remained in his chest despite the self-gaslighting.

after much thought the blond spoke again, his eyes tearing away from your figure to look at bokuto. “and, no way. have ya seen the guy? he’s like a robot.”

(i... am so down bad for this man wow.)

#ushi has been on my mind a lot... can you tell... haha #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq #hq smut #ushijima imagine #ushijima x reader #shiratorizawa #schweiden adlers #ushijima smut

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doumadono · 5 months

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Hi! For sinful sunday can you do ushijima with breeding and size kink? We all know he slaps hard ;))

Warnings: post-timeskip Ushijima, dom!Ushijima

SINFUL SUNDAY

In a languid state, he gently nudges his nose against your neck, followed by a teasing nibble on your ear that elicits a soft moan from you. Despite your perception of not being overly vocal, Ushijima, of course, catches the sound. A sharp intake of breath accompanies his firm bite into the back of your neck, prompting you to gasp and squirm within his suddenly tight grip. His teeth, sharp and quick, leave an immediate bruise, yet you find yourself melting into the sensation.

Unperturbed by your protest, he effortlessly repositions your entire body, fine-tuning the angles before driving himself assertively into the entrance of your pussy.

Your cries of pain escape, ignored by Wakatoshi as he thrusts deeper into your spasming pussy without any hint of gentleness. Hips firmly gripped, he pulls you onto him, compelling your delicate cunny to stretch over his notably thick dick. "I love how small you are, little girl," he grunts, spanking your asscheek several times; a red hand print is already visible and your ass burns from the force he used on you.

"U-Ushijima!" you manage to moan. Cries erupt from within you; it's as if he's molding you from the inside out.

Ushijima establishes an unrelenting rhythm, withdrawing entirely before thrusting his rock-hard dick back in your tight cunny without mercy. Disparagingly, he labels you "a fucking whore", "his private bitch", and "his little girl he's going to break", extracting moans and whimpers from your lips. His huge size guarantees that with each thrust, a sense of elongation prevails, leaving you already begging for permission to climax. "Please-please-please," you whimper pathetically.

"Cum for me," Wakatoshi growls in your ear, his hand tightening around your throat, and his ther hand spanking your ass hard.

Quivering in his grasp, you succumb to an intense climax, but Wakatoshi exhibits no inclination to let up. Repeatedly, you implore him for release, and each time, he graciously bestows upon you the ecstasy you seek. Meanwhile, your hands tightly grip the sheets, a fleeting worry crossing your mind that your nails might pierce through. Your body is drenched, thoroughly claimed, lost in the intoxicating throes of the moment.

"Such a good fucktoy, I can hear how wet you are for my cock. Your slutty cunt feels so good wrapped around me," he growls in your ear.

His observation rings true, both of you keenly attuned to the sultry sounds resonating from your dripping pussy. Swiftly, Ushijima flips you onto your back, assuming a dominant position. Folding you in half, he ensnares your legs between your bodies, your ankles delicately perched on his shoulders. Gently, he kisses you before plunging into you with a force that momentarily steals your breath away.

As you groan into his mouth, your nails dig into his shoulders, provoking a growl as he forcefully bites your lip. Your toes curl, legs tremble, and you can't help but squeal, pleading for another release. This time, he encircles both his hands around your throat, applying a firm squeeze. Stars fill your vision as the orgasm courses through you like fire, leaving your head spinning — whether from the intensity or the scarcity of air is uncertain. You feel so small beneath him, so vulnerable.

Against his chest, your legs shake, and when he releases his grip, a surge of oxygen catapults your climax to new heights. You scream while your entire body trembles uncontrollably beneath him, and he moans into your ear, whispering something about how incredible it feels when you climax for him — even though understanding his words becomes a challenge at this point.

In the midst of overwhelming sensitivity, he perceives it. A resounding spank lands on your right ass cheek, igniting your nerves. The sharp slap triggers an instant climax, his unrelenting thrusts into your spasming cunt sustaining the pleasure without pause. A series of additional spanks ensue, each one coaxing forth another orgasm, faster and closer together. You find yourself ensnared in an unending cascade of ecstasy, limbs losing control, and emitting embarrassingly desperate sounds.

Ushijima pulls away completely, then thrusts deeply into you, eliciting a loud scream that escapes your lips. The symphony of his groans and gasps harmonizes with your own as he reaches his climax within your pussy, filling you with his thick cum. "Take it, take it, I want you to take it all," he snarled. "I want you to be stuffed with my seed, I want your little womb to be swollen with it." The shared intensity leaves both of you trembling and moaning, your pussy coaxing every last drop from him until the two of you collapse on the bed, breathless.

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blacckdiamondposts · 1 year

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Daydreaming & Reality

Pairing: Tendō Satori x Reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi

Plot: Honestly, just a fucking threesome with these guys

Your eyes roamed around the room, lingering on a specific person as you watched him talk to some stranger. Which, at least to you, was one of the downsides of being a pro athlete.

His jacket wasn't holding you back from making out his muscles, imagining how they were flexing with each movement.

You didn't need to see his bare skin because you've seen it plenty of times.

You got startled as an arm snaked around you, as Tendō placed it on your shoulder. He leaned down, leveling his head with yours.

His lip brushed against your ear, "are we daydreaming about Wakatoshi?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine when his hot breath hit your skin.

It took a second to process his question, "what do you mean?"

"Don't you think I noticed how you look at him," he chuckled against your ear.

He sounded neutral, almost amused, letting you wonder why he wasn't affected by it.

"Satori, what are you talking about," you turned your face enough to face him.

"(Y/N), you can tell me," he searched your face for a reaction.

"I-" you let out a breath, "I don't know-,"

He interfered, "just look at him,"

You reluctantly turned your face towards Ushijima, who was still in the midst of a conversation.

"You ever imagined how he would manhandle you," he asked, "cause he definitely could,"

You felt your cheeks heat up, flustered, as you didn't know what the redhead had in mind.

"He could literally split you in two," he still had an amused look on his face as his temple leaned against yours.

"Do you think you could handle him," he asked.

"I would love to see you try," he lowered his head as he kissed your neck.

Ushijima turned toward you, and the redhead waved at him with a wide smile. Ushijima smiled at the two of you before your eyes locked.

He started walking towards you, and you tried to gulp down the clump forming in your throat.

"And he would too," Tendō finished his sentence.

"W-what," you quickly turned your head.

"We know, (Y/N)," he laughed, "I just know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours,"

"Hey," Ushijima said as he was now standing in front of you.

You were rooted to the ground as you shifted your gaze to the latter, "Hi,"

Tendō had to laugh at the way you greeted him, "(Y/N), don't act shy now,"

Ushijima cocked his head to the side as his gaze roamed your body before it settled on the redhead.

"Let's go home," Tendō announced cheerfully as he wrapped his hand around your wrist.

The three of you left the party, taking one of the cabs near the location. You followed them because you were sure you had a concussion or were in a dream.

Be it the alcohol or the circumstances of your previous conversation - you couldn't process any of the happenings.

You sat in the middle of the cab, and Tendō placed his hand on your thigh.

His hand felt hot to the touch as he slowly moved his hand to your inner thigh.

You turned your head to the right, looking at Ushijima, who cocked his head to the side as he smiled softly at you.

Then you turned your head to the left, locking eyes with Tendō, who had a sly expression on his face.

He noted your confused expression and brought his head closer to yours, "I know you want him to fuck you,"

"And I want to watch you get fucked by him," he stated calmly.

You could've sworn that your face caught on fire because your cheeks and ears felt as if they were burning.

Ushijima didn't seem phased by the redhead's statement, which made you wonder.

"Or am I wrong, (Y/N)," he asked.

"I lov-," you wanted to argue.

"I know that you love me, that wasn't my question," he cut you off, "I wanted to know if my assumption was wrong,"

You gulped down as your gaze shifted between the two males. Before you can continue your conversation, you've already arrived at your apartment complex.

The three of you were headed to your shared apartment, where Ushijima has already been plenty of times, just not for that stuff.

The three of you sat down on your couch before Tendō got back up again.

"I thought our little (Y/N), could use some more," he chuckled as he returned with wine.

He filled up the three glasses as you were sitting there silently.

Tendō brought his hand around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and making you look at Ushijima.

"You know," he started, his head right at your neck, "I had my suspicions for a while now,"

"And then," he had to hold back a chuckle, "you confessed it to me when you were drunk,"

"What," you exclaimed as you yanked at his arm and turned towards him.

You watched one of Ushijima's matches before you went out with your girls. Let's say you had your fair share of drinks and were completely wasted.

Tendō picked you up after, and you were gushing about how badass Ushijima looked on your way home.

The redhead was chuckling at how you talked about his best friend, finding some amusement within that.

"He's so fucking big," you mumbled, "I bet he could split me in half,"

"Oh my," Tendō chuckled, "do I have to be jealous?"

He knew there was no reason for him to be jealous. The attraction you felt towards Ushijima was sexual, nothing more. The redhead was secure with your relationship and confident to know that there was nothing he had to fear.

A smirk crept onto his face as he realized that his suspicions came out to be true.

He already knew how to turn your daydreaming into reality. But he knew that you wouldn't simply confess your dirty little thoughts.

Realization hit you hard as you remembered it. You opened your mouth, but somehow you were at a loss for words.

Your brows were drawn together as you slowly averted your gaze to turn toward Ushijima.

"And you know that too," you looked at Ushijima in disbelief, wanting to disappear into thin air.

"He told me about it," Ushijima nodded.

You turned back to the redhead, "why did you tell him,"

"I wanted to know if he'd be in on it,"

"In on what,"

"You know," his lips tugged into a smirk.

You felt a heat spread within yourself as you slowly but surely faced the little situation you were in.

You turned back to Ushijima, "and you're,"

You paused, "you're okay with this? You want this too?"

"At first, I was against it," Ushijima started, "but he assured me that he's fine with it,"

You turned back to the redhead, "are you really?"

He nodded his head, "why wouldn't I?"

"I trust you, and I know that you love me," he smiled reassuringly, "besides, I want it just as much as you want,"

Tendō's arm moved up, running it lightly over your arm. He brought your hair to one side, freeing the side of your neck.

He brought his head closer, placing a couple of soft kisses before teasingly biting down on your flesh.

His hands found their way to your waist, holding you in place as his fingers dug into your skin.

A soft moan spilled over your lips as your gaze shifted to the male before you. Ushijima had a stern look, but his eyes held some darkness. They were filled with desire and want.

Tendō brushed his lips against your ear, "Are you going to be a good girl for us?"

You gulped down before you nodded.

"Yeah, gonna show him how good you are?"

Again, you nodded as you didn't trust your words.

His lips tugged into a smirk, "say it,"

"I'll be a good girl for him,"

"Go ahead then," he commanded.

You crawled towards the latter, biting your eyes as your gaze fell onto the more visible tent in his pants.

"Come on," Ushijima said as he pulled you into his lap.

You were straddling his lap, and he leaned against the armrest. He placed his hands on your hips, letting them roam over your sides before he pulled you down onto his bulge.

You let out a moan as you felt the sheer size of it, and he wasn't even fully erect.

You slowly leaned down as Ushijima closed the distance between you, pressing his lips against yours.

Tendō watched how Ushijima deepened the kiss, urging his tongue into your mouth. His hands were guiding your hips as you were grinding against his cock.

Although the latter wanted to enjoy his session with you, his needs took over.

He snaked his hands lower to your thighs, letting his hands run over your soft skin before he snaked your dress up.

It came off flying with a swift pull, and Ushijima watched as your breasts bounced from the movement.

Tendo leaned against the back of the couch, resting his head in the palm of his hand as he felt his pants get uncomfortably tight. He kept his gaze on you, taking note of every little change in your expression.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, wanting it gone, to which he happily complied.

Ushijima brought his hands up to your breasts, cupping and kneading them until he was pleased with your moans. He pinched your buds and rolling them ever so lightly was enough to send shockwaves through your body.

Your nails raked over his chest, earning yourself a low growl. He brought his left hand up to cup your cheek. Pulling you closer, he kissed you hungrily.

Ushijima left a trail of kisses from your lips down to your neck, where he sucked on your sweet spot.

The moans that spilled over your lips were music to their ears. However, it made them go crazy as their pants became ridiculously tight.

"More," you moaned, pulling at Ushijima's hair.

Ushijima groaned against your skin as you pushed yourself harder against his bulge. He placed his hand on the small of your back before he maneuvered you over.

You were pinned between him and the couch while your head rested in Tendō's lap. The redhead let his fingers run through your hair, giving you a reassuring smile as he caught your gaze.

Ushijima stood up briefly to remove his trousers, letting them pile up with the rest of your clothes.

Your gaze was fixed on the huge bulge, pressing your legs together as you bit your lower lip.

"Look how much she wants to feel your cock inside her," Tendō cooed.

"You want that," Ushijima smirked at you.

You nodded, wanting to know what it felt like to have his massive cock inside you.

Ushijima placed soft butterfly kisses all along your stomach as he moved south. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties before he yanked them off, throwing them over his shoulders.

"So pretty," Ushijima breathed as he moved his head closer to your wet heat.

"I know, right," Tendō replied, "the prettiest little cunt you'll ever see,"

Ushijima kissed your inner thigh before teasingly letting his tongue slide over your slit.

You let out a strangled moan as your hands moved to the back of his head, tangling in his hair. He repeated his ministrations before he started to suck on your clit.

Tendō quickly undid his belt before opening his pants as he needed to free his cock out of its tight confines.

You looked up at the redhead, giving him a specific look that he knew too well. He brought his hand to your mouth, and you let him insert two fingers.

You almost had to gag when he pushed them deeper, wanting to collect some saliva before he started to pump his cock.

You threw your head back as Ushijima inserted two of his digits into your wanting heat and slowly started to pump them in and out of you.

"Does he make you feel good," Tendō purred.

You nodded, closing your eyes shut as pleasure took over.

"You're close, aren't you," he chuckled, knowing you like the back of his hand.

It only took a few more pumps, and you came all over Ushijima's fingers. The latter raised his head, wiping your arousal off as he had a smug expression.

"Doesn't she look pretty when she cums like that," Tendō asked before he let out an approving hum.

"She does," Ushijima replied, and you noted how his cock was twitching inside his boxer briefs.

The redhead followed your gaze, smirking, "you think you're ready for his cock?"

"Yeah," you panted, still coming down from your high.

Ushijima removed his boxer briefs, letting them pool around his ankles before he kicked them off. You clenched your jaw as your eyes lingered on his huge cock.

"He's big, isn't he," Tendō asked amusedly.

"Massive," you muttered as you watched Ushijima move to the space between your legs.

"Can I," Ushijima looked at you with a soft expression.

You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to stifle a moan as he started to push his tip in. He gave you a moment to adjust once he was halfway in.

He sank into your wet cunt, feeling your walls tighten around his length.

"So fucking tight," he groaned as he was sheathed inside you.

Your legs were trembling, much to the redhead's amusement.

"How does he feel," Tendō cooed.

"So big," you purred as you locked eyes with the redhead.

"Is he stretching your little cunt?"

You nodded, "yeah,"

Your hands wrapped around his forearm as he thrust in and out of your cunt. He moved his hips back until only his tip was inside of you before he rammed his cock back inside of you.

A mixture of curse words and moans were spilling over your lips as you threw your head back. Tendō watched Ushijima's cock disappear into your wet cunt with every thrust.

"Look at you take his cock like a good girl," Tendō praised you as he brought his free hand down to your breast, pinching your nips and rolling them.

Your nails dug into his skin as you felt yourself near your edge. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he lowered his upper body, placing hungry kisses on your shoulder.

You snaked your hands around his shoulders, where your nails dragged over his skin, letting red marks behind.

"I'm- I'm," you mumbled incoherently.

"Yeah, cum on Ushijima's cock," Tendō said, "cum all over his cock,"

His words and how Ushijima was drilling into you were enough to push you over the edge for another time. Your legs shook uncontrollably, your body jerking as your orgasm washed over you.

Ushijima slowed his movements as he let you catch your breath. However, the redhead wasn't having any of that.

"Turn her around," he commanded.

Ushijima removed himself, leaving you feel empty at the sudden loss. He helped you turn around until you were on all fours.

"Let's put that pretty mouth of yours to work," Tendō chirped, watching you reach for his cock.

You brought your lips closer, letting some spit dribble on it, which you used as lube. The redhead threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure.

"Fuck her," Tendō turned to the latter, "fill her up again,"

Ushijima didn't need to get told twice as he aligned himself with your entrance. He pushed himself into your wet heat, hitting his tip against your cervix as he reached much deeper in this position.

You moaned around Tendō's cock as tears formed in the corners of your eyes. He set a steady pace as he started to fuck you. Tendō's cock moved deeper down your throat with each of Ushijima's thrusts.

"Fuck her harder," Tendō groaned, relishing the feeling of your moans around his cock.

Ushijima tightened his grip on your hips as he picked his pace up, thrusting harder into your cunt as he felt himself nearing his edge. Beads of sweat were trickling down his temples while the skin on his chest glistened.

Tendō's hands tangled in your head as he started to push his hips against you, making you gag around his hard cock.

You couldn't hold yourself up anymore, letting your upper body sink against the couch, deepening your arch and giving Ushijima a deeper reach.

Your whole body was trembling as both of them had their way with you. Your mind grew hazy, and your vision blurry as tears rolled down your cheeks. It didn't take long for your overstimulated self to approach the next orgasm.

"Fuck, you gonna cum again," Ushijima groaned as he felt your walls clamp down against his cock.

Tendō was dragging his orgasm out, knowing you were slowly getting overstimulated. He pushed his cock down your throat as he came with a low groan.

He jerked when he felt you swallow around his length, removing himself slowly.

You were breathing heavily as moans were spilling over your lips. Your fingers dug into Tendō's thighs as your third orgasm approached you. Your whole body started to jerk as you came completely undone.

Your moans and the way you tightened around Ushijima were enough to push him over the edge. After a couple of unsteady thrusts, he came deep inside you, painting your insides white.

He leaned over you, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder blade before he slowly removed himself. You felt a mixture of your juices, and Ushijima's cum trickle down the insides of your thighs.

You were panting, resting your head in Tendō's lap as the latter put his finger under your chin. He tilted your head up until your eyes locked, "we're not done yet,"

"what," you mumbled.

"I told you," he smirked, "I want to watch him destroy that little cunt,"

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natriae · 6 months

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part 2 of this

cw// smut, daddy kink, got hella fluffy at the end ngl, MDI!!

"how many women have you fucked in here?" you question as your hand continues to feel up his chest.

"not many," is all the opposite hitter states. Slowly he lifts himself up so the two of you are face to face. Not letting your guard down you take a deep breath and watch as he holds your hand in place over his heart, "recently I've been thinking about one in particular," his deep voice rings out. Your pussy contracts around nothing as his sharp eyes maintain on yours. You swore you watched his jaw clench before asking, "You haven't fucked anyone, right? Kept yourself pure?" for me, you know he was implying that last part. You can't stop your face from flushing at his words.

Shaking you head you respond, "you know how much of a helicopter parent my dad is.." you just don't have time. The normally emotionless man's lips twitch with happiness. It didn't last long but even for a man like him it can be hard to keep your composure.

And it wasn't that you were saving your cunt just for him, you just never found the right time. Whether is was your father showing up randomly at your dorm, or being busy with class work, you just never had the right moment to do it. I mean, it definitely didn't help that none of the poor college boys could compare to the 44 year old man in front of you. They wouldn't be able to protect you the way he would and they most definitely wouldn't be able to please you the way he could.

"I've been so lonely here," you finish looking up at him. His hand finally leaves yours and pushes you down on the bed. He pulls your hand out from under your shirt and commands, "stay here tonight. I'll get you clothes, and you can sleep in here." He doesn't give you a chance to deny before he's up and walking into his closet.

'Jima sets the table and speaks to you like this was his everyday. It's so domestic, like you are his actual wife. After dinner he shows you to his bathroom, and the clothes he prepared for you. However, he doesn't leave for you to start undressing. Instead he pulls his shirt off and turns on the shower letting the water heat up.

"are you showering or not?" He asks pulling his sweats off. The bulge in his boxers is quite visible. Not wanting to get caught gawking you begin to bring your shirt over your head. "no bra. Good girl," He whispers before kissing your forehead. In your peripherals you watch as he pulls his boxers off and walks into the shower. God, how can a man have that nice of an ass.

Your body feels hot as you pull off the last of your clothing. The glass door to the shower not hiding Toshi's eyes as he watches you undress. Opening the door you can't help but immediately look at the large cock that twitches leaning on his thigh. The weight of it clearly dragging it down. "come on, baby" his deep voice rings out as he pulls you closer to him. He moves you so your hair is under the water, running his hands through your hair to allowing the water to really dampen it, but you can tell he's just using it as an excuse to touch you. "something wrong, baby?" his thick eyebrows bunch up as his bottom lip juts out. For such a quiet man he loves to tease.

"it hurts," you breathe out, looking up at him. His hands run down your arms and pull you closer by your hips. Now chest to chest the older man strokes your back with caution and empathy.

"what hurts, sweetie?" he asks as delicately he can, but his deep, commanding voice leaves your pussy pulsing around nothing.

"my pussy, daddy" you pout at him. Your arms wrapped around his neck waiting for the moment he finally crosses the invisible line between you too.

"want daddy to kiss it better?" you feel his chest move with each breath and there's no doubt he can feel the fast beating of your heart. You nod at his words, and then your world stops. The moment you have been working towards all these years. His large hand drops to your butt cheek to pull you closer as his head drops down to finally kiss your lips.

His kisses are rough just as you imagined. The large man easily lifts you off the ground attempting to get you as close as he possible can. He pushes your body against the cold tile wall as his hands grope as much as he can. God, he's been waiting for this since he knew you moved here. His best friend's pretty little daughter is such a slut for him.

The strong man breaks off the kiss and leaves a small peck on your cheek before lifting you up to the ceiling. Your hand immediately reaches out to grab onto the wall as your legs wrap around his head, thighs on his shoulders. He's shows no signs of stopping even as you latch onto his hair. He's much more vocal than you thought.

You can hear every deep breath he takes as he eats your pussy like its his last meal. His tongue licks up your folds as he sucks on your pulsing clit. You're sure you could cum from the slurps and grunts alone. Before you know it your body starts spasming and your hands pull harder at his hair. The retired volleyball player drops you back down as you cling to him like a koala. God damn you're so cute, he thinks. You watch as he licks his lips attempting to savor the taste of your virgin pussy.

Not saying a word he turns the water off and carries you to his bed. You've never seen him this aggressive. His hands easily pry your legs apart as his lust filled eyes watch as your pussy begs for attention.

"so wet," he states more to himself then to you. He maneuvers his body so he lays next to you just like earlier in the day. His eyes never leave your face as his fingers trail down your body to your awaiting pussy. Shamelessly he hits his girthy cock along your thigh a few times before his fingers go back to playing at your clit.

"need to stretch you a out before i can put it in," Toshi whispers nuzzling closer to your ear. He leaves light pecks along your ear lobe before licking you softly. His middle finger slowly trails down to push into your entrance. "relax, baby, can't fit it if your nervous," finally pushing past the tight ring of your vagina. "have you ever fingered yourself?" he asks eyes not leaving your face. He's so intimidating just watching your face contort in pleasure you couldn't imagine facing him off in a game. Shaking you head no Wakatoshi's lips begin to frown. Words, he tells you implicitly.

"no i haven't- ah- doesn't fill this good, daddy" you pout, his angry face morphs into one of pity as he starts easing in another finger.

"better?" better than your tiny fingers? I can please you so well baby. He leans his face down to kiss your plump and pouty lips. "no pouting" his voice rumbles as his whole arm starts to move to make you feel good. The speed at which his arm is moving up and down has you seeing stars and your pussy getting wetter by the minute.

"daddy, feels f-uhh-nnyy" you whine for him. Not wanting him to stop. Your eyes cross as you feel the urge to pee. Don't pee Don't pee you tell yourself as you moan and whine. Your arm closest to his body latches to his back as your nails dig into his flesh. The pleasure is more than you'd ever imagine. Your left arm is reaching up to grab at his face, feeling the stubble left on his cheek.

"cum,baby" he whispers as his nose bumps yours. Your eyes cross and then close once you feel your release. Your body jerking towards his arm as he carefully rides out your high. His arm doesn't lose his speed even after you start gushing all over his hand and forearm. Who knew you'd be such a squirter. It's borderline pornagraphic the way you moaned his name as fluids shot out of your glistening pussy. You're perfect.

Ushijima kisses your cheeks as you come down from your high. The two of you watch as he brings his thick fingers out and your cum drips off his hand. Before you can speak however his tounge is already back licking into your mouth. Biting his bottom lip as he manuvers over you has him groaning in pleasure. Ushijima Wakatoshi may be a switch you conclude as you smile into the kiss. When the two of you pull apart you can't help but take notice of the red dusting his cheeks. He's so cute.

Pulling a pillow to lay comfortably under your head he rests his arms on each side of you while he gets into position. You know he's wondering if you can take his cock, but you don't want to spoil that you've been practicing taking a dick that girth and length, but you've never had the real thing. His hand holds his thick length as he slaps and rubs his cock over your lips. Your cum providing enough slick that he doesn't have to force it. You bite your lip as his fat mushroom tip pushes past your entrance. God, you wish you had a camera set up from your point of view, so you could watch over and over again Wakatoshi's face as he slides in. If only you knew just how happy this makes him.

His body stills as he watches a few tears fall from your eyes. The corner of his lips twitch as his nostrils flare slightly. Knowing him your whole life makes you a genius at reading his expressions. "fills good 'toshi. You're not hurting me," you calmly tell him as you smile. At your declaration he continues to slide in. You watch as his biceps flex and unflex while he carefully easies in.

Always so caring. You knew Wakatoshi was a caring guy, but you thought that man was gone the minute he got you naked, but you were wrong. Your 'toshi is still in there. When his pelvis finally hits yours, his arms wrap around your body bringing you with him as he essential kneels on his bed. Your arms wrap around his neck as he positions himself for you can fully sit on him, but his arms don't leave. He holds you close like this is all a dream and he's scared you'll leave. You hold tightens are you start to ride his cock. Your body surpising him as it starts to rock back and forth. Swallowing, you have to hold yourself back from speeding up, wanting to savor this pleasure for as long as you can. Your hand threads through his hair as you lean back to look into his eyes. His hands move to your ass to help you grind on him. It's slow, sensual, perfect. It's everything you'd ever imagine.

That night he runs a bath and bathes you before finally getting you dressed and ready for bed. The large man cuddles you close to his chest and kisses your forehead. "stay with me," he speaks out before falling asleep.

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tojiphile · 8 months

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summary. for years you tormented tendou satori. now, the two of you reunite at a host club where it seems like the tables have turned.

cw/ tw. f!reader, prostitution, humiliation, shoe-humping, degradation, spit, bullying, revenge, slapping, manhandling, hair-pulling, dubcon?

“oh, how the mighty have fallen.” tendou croons, rough thumb stroking your cheek as he grips your chin, forcing your lips into a pout. you want to run, but you can see your boss at the corner of your eye, watching you closely. if you lost this job, you’d truly have no where else to go.

every shift, you wonder how you could have let yourself sink this low.

tonight, you had swayed your hips, strutting about the club in your uniform. the low-cut, tight fabric clung onto your skin, sticky with sweat from the time spent grinding against old and eager men to get some of their spare change.

you felt obscenely lewd. your top, that could hardly be classified as a top, exposed your midriff. what you once thought was a respite for cool air though, you soon learnt was a devil in disguise. dark bruises littered your waist, exposing all the places where paying clients had grabbed you, heartlessly passing you around to be shared.

you had never been a good girl, barely scraping through school, but you prided yourself on your charisma. you were always popular. after classes, you had boys lining up in the halls to give you gifts, only to be rudely dismissed should they have brought you anything other than your favourites.

teachers weren’t safe from your charm either, and you were always willing to put on a show or more just for a passing grade. the only time you ever lowered your head was when you were on your knees, buttons popped open and skirt messily discarded, with your teacher’s cock resting heavy on your tongue.

safe to say, you were hardly kind.

cruel, instead, might be the right word. stone cold eyes staring down the girls that you tripped over in the halls, laughing as their skirts flipped over, exposing their panties.

your favourite targets through, were the lanky, ugly, friendless boys—the ones with nothing to live for and no one to love them. you’d spend your lunch periods forcing them on their hands and knees, using them as feet rests while you and your friends hated on them right in their faces.

tendou satori was your favourite victim. he fit every criteria perfectly, and no one ever stopped you because he was practically begging to be bullied. his obnoxious taunts caused everyone to dislike him—you were just doing the world a favour by making him shut up.

no, you were not a good girl.

when you dropped out of college, it was only to be expected. your parents had always expressed disappointment in how you turned out, but you turned a blind eye. who cared when you had everything?

but their disappointment turned to anger after you began to bring men and women alike back, keeping your parents sleepless in their own home. when they decided to kick you out of the house, you didn’t care. you had your friends—all the girls that wanted to be you, and all the boys that wanted to be with you.

but you were forced to learn that a lot had changed since graduation. girls that were once your loyal dogs had moved on to bigger and better things, sick of your dirt poor treatment. boys that were once begging for your attention had found other girls to obsess over.

“sorry.” they all said, not really sorry.

a harsh slap brings you back to reality, back to the nightclub where you are untimely reunited with the boy you used to bully.

you and tendou both changed a lot. but while your harsh words were replaced with faux smiles, his ugly jeans were replaced with fine yarn. adorned in a black suit, the man in front of you exudes luxury.

he gives you a saccharine smile, letting your face slip from his grip, “long time no see.”

you straighten your back, patting down what little fabric covered yourself, and clear your throat. you know that if you were oh so lucky, this might be it. if tendou was an ounce more forgiving, you might be let go with an awkward wave of a hand and a request for a different waitstaff. if he didn’t hate your guts now as much as you hated him then, you might be released to mourn your bad behaviour.

but alas, it seemed as if tendou had different plans. shooting you an unfeeling smile and telling the group of people he came with to “give him a moment”, tendou stands up, placing a warm hand on the small of your back, and leads you towards the back exit.

standing there is your boss, who you give a weak smile, internally begging him to notice something was wrong. but if he did, he made no move to show it, only grunting as he accepted the crumpled note tendou threw him, opening the door and letting you both out into the dark of the night.

you hardly notice he hasn’t said a word, too caught up in your own thoughts. as the door slams shut behind you, you’re resigned to your fate. you step away from him briefly, wanting to save some pride by cursing him out one last time, but you are pulled back by a rough hand that grabs your elbow, slamming you into the wall.

you groan in pain at the impact, but tendou doesn’t seem to care. why should he? you had done so much worse, and now, it was time for payback.

he has to lean down slightly, but tendou’s face presses close to yours, his eyes wide with a gaze both animalistic and sinister. his lips curl as he reaches up your short skirt to tug your panties down, two coarse fingers shoved in your core. it’s a tight fit, but you’re used to men being rough. you bite your lip. he’s going to have to do a lot more if he wants to hurt you.

he seems to have got the message quickly, slipping his other hand into your top, tearing away your pathetic excuse of a bra. “i knew you were a filthy cockslut,” he snarls into your ear, fingers toying with your sensitive nubs, “but i never thought i would have the chance to fuck you.”

you struggle, but between the concrete wall and tendou, you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“fuck you.” you spit, trying your best to avoid complete and utter humiliation.

the calloused hand playing with your tits moves to coil around your back, pulling you closer and forcing you against his hardening cock. he laughs cruelly, mockingly replying, “don’t worry, i will.”

you feel yourself flush, unable to think of a response before he continues, in that same taunting voice that caused you to despise him years ago, “i paid for you. tonight, you’re here to serve me.”

another long finger forces its way into you, extracting milky strands that has your heart thumping against your chest. he continues, beginning to scissor you with his fingers, stretching your cunt, prepping you for his cock.

“you’ve always been such a fucking whore,” he drawls as your cunt clenches around his fingers, “you’re clearly enjoying this.” he presses his thumb on your clit, moving in slow circles. you can feel the warmth growing in your stomach. a low growl escapes your lips, and tendou only scoffs, fingers moving faster.

soon, your eyelids flutter shut. tendou is good with his fingers, and you start to find pride a silly thing to worry about as you’re oh so deliciously close. but just as you’re about to cum, he pulls away mercilessly, leaving you empty. your body betrays you as it leans into his touch, following his fingers.

“squat.” he instructs you.

you tilt your head in confusion. perhaps he meant to kneel? but as your right knee touches the rough floor, tendou hoists you up by your top, hissing into your ears, “can’t you follow simple instructions? are you that fucking stupid?” he throws you back, and you draw in a sharp breath as you scrape your hands breaking your fall.

“squat.” tendou repeats, louder, as if challenging your intelligence. you remember again why you hated him, but do so anyway. you feel the cool air against your warm cunt, shivering at the thought of how vulnerable you seem now.

“look at me,” he commands, and you look up, eyes meeting his. he towers over you, blood red eyes hazy with lust. his black suit is hardly disheveled, a stark comparison to you. your skirt is hoisted up, and your panties are hung carelessly around your ankles, as if they could slip off at any moment.

you realise how exposed you are, and how clothed tendou is. you are completely at his mercy.

your bra was messily discarded after tendou had ripped it off you minutes ago, and your top was quick to go too, as tendou reaches down and pulls it over your head.

you have half the mind to tell him to watch the hair, but when he grabs a fistful of it, you know he’d hardly care.

tendou moves you over by your hair to reach the base of his shoes.

“kiss it.”

you sputter. the memories of all the times you had forced him to kiss your feet came rushing back, but they were short-lived as he pushes your head down, causing you to lose balance and land face first on his leather shoes.

“go on now.”

you can feel his eyes on you, and you want nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die. fuck, was this how he felt? you felt so utterly humiliated, a toy just for him to play with.

you press a chaste kiss on tendou’s shoe, and he hums in satisfaction. his grip on your hair doesn’t falter, but he lets out a low chuckle, “you’re learning so quick. if only i knew this back then...”

you gasp as you feel his shoe press against your leaking cunt, rubbing at your clit with the tip of his shoe. it feels surprisingly good, and you allow yourself to move in rhythm with tendou, getting yourself off on his shoe.

his movement suddenly stops, and he forces you to look up at him.

“hump yourself.”

your cheeks burn. it was one thing to let him use you and another to move with him, but humping yourself is succumbing to him—admitting that he won, admitting that you lost.

tendou can sense your hesitation, growing more impatient, “i don’t have all night. do you want your fucking tip later or not?”

you relent, shutting your eyes and start moving. you press your cunt against the cool leather, covering it with your slick as you start to ride his shoe. your cheeks are burning, and you focused your gaze from the little piece of gum stuck on the sideway.

“fucking look at me,” he growls, “i want you to look me in the eyes as you fuck yourself on my shoe.”

he pulls your hair up, and look up to see him staring down at you, eyes ablaze. you grew frantic, embarrassment turning into lust, spurring you on and causing you to move faster.

you need to relieve the ache in your lower belly, unable to hold back a moan as tendou lifts you by your hair, dragging you up to press you against the wall, nipples hardening at the touch of the rough surface.

unzipping his pants, tendou’s thick cock springs free, resting heavy against his stomach, head leaking with precum. he licks his lips, aligning the tip of his shaft with your puffy pussy, and gives you no time to adjust as he bottoms out, forcing himself deftly against your cervix.

you cry out as pain shoots through your body. the disgustingly pornography noises you make only spurs him on. thrusting into you harshly, he admires your wet cunt contracting around him so tightly, as if trying to push him out.

it turns him on, you, close to naked in front of him, crying at his touch. tendou gives you no mercy as he pounds into you, fucking you like a sex doll.

“you like this? the boy you tortured stretching out your filthy hole? pathetic.” he spits on your back, but you were too fucked out to formulate a reply.

“yeah, that’s fuckin’ right, you’re nothing,” even while pussy drunk, the words spill out of his mouth effortlessly, everything he’s wanted to say over the last decade of his life, “goddamn slut, you’re a disgusting fuckin’ human, i’m gonna clean you with my fuckin’ cum.”

you start toying with your own clit, grinding against him as he bullied your hole relentlessly. “t-tendou, i’m close!” you gasp, legs struggling to support your own weight.

“cum for me.”

you cry out as waves of pleasure overwhelm you, sending electricity throughout your body. your legs can’t handle it anymore, and you collapse onto the asphalt. tendou doesn’t seem to mind, fucking himself with his fist.

you gaze up at him, eyes and mind hazy as he brings himself close to the edge. he moves to stand over your face.

“open wide~” a sing-songy voice taunts you, but you obey anyway, too tired to fathom otherwise. he explodes over your face as he aims the salty streaks of white into your awaiting mouth. out of instinct, you swallow.

he scoffs, and you lay on the ground, too tired to move as he buttons his pants. redressed, he grabs a cigarette and lights it, taking a puff.

“oh!” tendou exclaims, forgetting something. he pulls his wallet out of his pocket, tossing a couple hundred-dollar bills onto your face. they stick onto your skin because of his cum, still not dry.

“your tip. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

#tojiphile #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #tendou satori x reader #shiratorizawa #tendou satori smut #smut blog #tendou satori x you #haikyuu

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noyasmashing · 16 days

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hi i was wondering if you could write sub goshiki with a praise kink? i love your writings btw :)

Thank you baby! I have been WAITING for a goshiki fic.. I love me a man with a bowl cut.

CW: Gn!reader, overstimulation, praising, crying, good boy and baby used a lot

Goshiki's thighs quivered, struggling to stay open as you guided him towards his third climax. "It's too much, too much," he whimpered, tears streaming down his flushed face. You soothe him, gently stroking his sensitive member, eliciting another droplet of pre-cum from its tip. Leaning in, you tenderly kiss him, "But you look so pretty right now, I can't help myself, baby."

His response was a mix of a moan and a sob, his head resting on your shoulder, nestled in the warmth of your embrace. His body felt like it was on fire, each touch of your hand sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Sweat glistened on his skin, his bangs sticking to his forehead like a cute, disheveled halo. You traced your thumb along his cheek, providing comfort amidst the chaos of sensation.

"You're such a good boy, taking it all so well," you praised him, acknowledging his obedience throughout the day. As you rubbed your free hand against his toned, flexed thigh. His breathless words of gratitude and pleas filled the air, leaving you amused.

You coo softly, gently brushing his bangs back from his forehead as you continue to twist your wrist, heightening his pleasure. His eyes roll back, and his mouth remains slightly open, his breaths becoming quick and short as he chases the intense sensation.

His spine arched, and he drew in closer, your free hand finding a secure hold on his hips. "Can you come one more time, for me?" you asked, hopeful. His whimpers and moans grew more desperate, but he nodded, his resolve wavering.

"One more time," he promised, his body trembling in your grasp. You cradled his face in your hand, raining gentle kisses upon his cheeks, wiping away his tears. His eyes, heavy with emotion, met yours, and you felt your heart swell.

"Please, P-pleasss, I-it feels so good, [Name], don’t… don’t stop," he pleaded, his voice trembling with desire as he spoke into your palm. You couldn't help but smile warmly at his eagerness, reassuring him, "You look cute when you beg." As you continued your ministrations, his hips bucked into your touch, and his moans intensified, indicating his complete surrender to the pleasure.

His thighs began to quiver, and his cries became more desperate. His eyes rolled back, mouth open in ecstasy as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Your thumb continued to stroke the sensitive tip of his cock, bringing him closer to release. Finally, his body tensed, and pathetic, white spurts of cum escaped from his overstimulated, red cock. Whispering words of encouragement and praise, you guided him through his climax, eliciting sweet sounds of satisfaction from him.

"You’re such a good boy for me, ‘tomu," you praised once more, acknowledging his unwavering obedience. He nodded into your words, seeking solace in your embrace.

As he lay spent in your arms, you couldn’t help but playfully remark, "Looks like someone needs a bath,"

#sub haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #dom reader #haikyu smut #sub!character #dom!reader #haikyu x you #sub character #haikyuu fanfiction #goshiki tsutomu #goshiki x reader #sub!goshiki #shiratorizawa #tsutomu goshiki

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hynko · 10 months

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STARRING : multiple haikyuu characters - hinata, kageyama, tsukkishima, kuroo, kenma, lev, oikawa, iwaizumi, kunimi, koganegawa, futakuchi, bokuto, akaashi, konoha, ushijima, tendou, semi, shirabu, goshiki, terushima, sakusa, komori, kita, aran, tsumu & samu, suna

GENRE : drama / rom-com / angst. smau and writing combined

TAGLIST : cmnt if u want 2 b added <3

Status: ongoing & active

TWS: suggestive, minor depictions of violence, possible smut?? comedic but ANGSSSTTTT. implies sensitive topics, which will be indicated on the story tws.

synopsis. y/n is a rising star and a global phenomenon, loved and admired by millions. However, fame comes with a price. As many looked down upon and envied her, wishing for her downfall, y/n’s flourishing career was taken aback as a rival starts a scandal. Shocking many fans, leaving them worried, confused and disappointed. Distressed, she comes back to the one place which made her happy. But soon she discovers there may be more to unravel in her life, secrets that risks people lives, including hers. What lengths will she take to save her career?

au note: been awhile since i’ve written 😭 but this is obv inspired by The Idol. all haikyuu characters belong to furudate.

ೃ⁀➷ CHAPTER LISTS !

00 : PROFILES

01 : ROLLING STONE

02 : ROLE MODEL

03 : DREAMS, FAIRYTAILS, FANTASIES

04 : THE PRICE OF FAME

05 : EGOMANIAC

06 : MERCEDES

07 : REHAB

08 : ADDICTIONS

hynko est 2021-2023 do not repost, translate or copy.

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leahrintarou · 7 months

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☠︎︎ DAY FOURTEEN: BONDAGE FT. GOSHIKI

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: sub! goshiki, y/n is dom, japanese bondage, bdsm, nipple play, vocal goshiki

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 740+

"tsutomu"

y/n closed the door to the two's shared apartment before calling the name of her lover. "yeah?" he turned around, immediately giving her his attention after realizing her somber tone. "so you're top now?" she questioned, noticing how he reacted clueless to her words.

"goshiki, who takes the lead in the bedroom when it comes to you and y/n's relationship? I'd guess it'd be you since y/n is literally one of the most quietest people I've met. I cant imagine her...you know?" tendou said.

goshiki shrugged not giving a direct answer. tendou smirked before looking over to y/n. "I figured".

"what do you mean?" y/n walked up closer towards him after his 'clueless' question before slowly blinking at his confused state. "I mean, who's always whining and begging for pleasure when they get aroused by the slightest thing?"

"y/n-"

she gently grabbed his wrist before reminding him of her recently asked question. "please l wouldn't be able to live it down if they knew the truth. how can I be forgiven?" goshiki swiftly grabbed y/n's own wrist before making her palm his lower abdomen. "I actually bought something a couple days ago. I wanna try it with you"

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"y-y/n" he whimpered, jolts of pleasure causing him to let out unsteady patterns of pants. his hands were tied behind himself as he leaned back against y/n's chest. she'd restrained him from being able to stretch his legs out, his knees bent and pressed against his heaving chest, in a shibari leg tie. he so desperately wanted to adjust y/n's pumping pace, the pleasure practically overwhelming. "y/n, fuck.."

his back arched away from her encasing hold, before focusing on steadying his breath when y/n gave him a small break by releasing his erection from her hold. her free hand wrapped around his shoulders, pulling his figure closer to herself, going back to her previous movement, this time she couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his state.

"is this what you meant by taking the lead? being a whimpering mess. aren't you a bit embarrassed tsutomu?"

"y/n, I'm gonna cum" he whined, words barely noticeable when his pant's were laced into them. "I know you are" pulling her hand away from him, his abdomen repeatedly tensed in a spasm, desperately trying to gain pleasure or friction. it was now that he realized just how tortures being restrained is. y/n had all control over him. he wanted to dislike the situation so badly, but could only accept his guilty pleasure when he felt like we was only getting more and more aroused.

y/n's hands, traveled to goshiki's chest, and faintly, her fingers trailed over his sensitive nipple a shiver coursing through his body. he flinched against y/n when she repeated the sudden contact, whining when her hand clasped back around his prolonged erection. "I-I'm sorry, n/n" he mumbled when her fingers made small taps against him instead of continuing her stroking pattern.

"careful, I don't want the ropes leave such bad marks on you" she quietly warned, placing a kiss against his shoulder. "though, you are getting all worked from the simplest of touches. its bound to leave some kind of markings"

she finally began to pleasure goshiki with stroking motions, pleads of y/n's name escaping past his lips, desperately wanting her to continue her movements so he'd finally be able to feel the burning sensation in his core. and to his luck, y/n did just that, causing his pleasure to arrive in the blink of an eye.

"y-y/n"

"relax, tsutomu" she whispered quietly, lips making direct contact with the shell of his ear. the restrainments keeping him from closing his legs around y/n's wrist. he moaned at the feeling of y/n releasing her tight grip around him, basically leaving him to finish with barely any contact.

the aftermath of his pleasure made contact with his abdomen as he looking down, slightly embarrassed at the sight of his quivering state. "you okay?" she asked. he nodded, steadying his pant's through a small kiss that y/n initiated for reassurance.

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"goshiki, what are those marks from?" tendou questioned as slight bruising from the previous nights aftermath resided on the surface of his skin. "no way..." tendou's eyes widened after he noticed when the ones of goshiki immediately darted to y/n, practically giving himself away.

"fuck off"

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Desperate Times

PAIRING: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi

GENRE: college!au (post graduation, I suppose) | wee bit of angst/comfort | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome, double penetration, anal, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, fingering, light manhandling, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of cyber sex, tit-fucking, facials, mentions of masturbation (m), squirting, cum eating, size kink, creampie

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

SUMMARY: The rare chance arises where you have both boyfriends to yourself, and you make sure to take advantage of your limited time together. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here ya go, ya filthy animals <3 Final. Part.

Part 1: Desperate Times Calls for Desperate Pleasures

Part 2: Desperate Times Call

You made it work.

You tried to, at the very least. Not much was different between you and Iwaizumi; you’ve only grown closer with the change in your relationship status. School is out of the way, so now he can prioritize working under Utsui (and being with you, of course). Plus, you two already see each other every day—living together tends to do that to you. From his side, everything is simple: he wakes up to your sleeping form hugging his waist and goes to sleep with you by his side after a long day.

Ushijima doesn’t appear too bothered by the arrangement. When it comes to intimacy, you’d stick to how it all started: fucking your roommate while the volleyball player watches behind a lens, stroking his cock at the sight of your fucked out expression. You’d try to video call him whenever you could, and he has agreed with you when you’d whine about wanting to see him in person. Though, he still has volleyball as his top priority.

Truth be told, you may be the only one blowing the situation out of proportion. Iwaizumi’s plenty content waking up next to you every morning; Ushijima, while he misses you, has volleyball occupying him. Not that you don’t have a life outside of your boyfriends, but the possibility of neglecting them lingers in your head. You sometimes worry about the Schweiden Adlers member as you spend time with your roommate, then that stress shifts to the lack of attention you're giving him when he points out your distant stare.

You’ve gotten all sentimental, and you find it difficult to remember your carefree attitude from before. You don’t regret being with the athletes at all, of course, and while you haven’t changed completely, the difference between the current you and you from sophomore year wracks your brain. A couple of years is enough for one to grow, but you wish you didn’t care so much. Wished you had the same mindset as the men you love so much.

Your boyfriends are aware of your anxieties. They can’t say they blame you, though it’s not an easy problem to solve. You’re at your happiest when Ushijima visits, quick to pull both men along with you wherever you go to make up for the lost time. The last time the volleyball player was in your area, he had a game against an opposing group in that state. You couldn’t afford to go, though you rapidly pushed the spiky-haired male into your car and drove to the stadium as soon as you knew the game was over. You picked up your other boyfriend and brought him to your home, and that evening was spent with you riding him while stuffing your mouth with Iwaizumi’s cock.

So when Ushijima informed you of his plan to stay in California for a bit after your graduation, you were quick to offer to pick him up.

“My father is already going to do that.” The Schweiden Adlers player doesn’t miss how you falter at his words. “I’ll be staying with him, too, but I still plan on spending as much time as I can with you.”

As glad as you were to hear one of your boyfriends try to rebuild a relationship with their father, you can’t help but think about how much you’d like him all to yourself. The guilt from your selfish wishes soon follows, and you resume talking with him before eventually ending the call. Since then, you’ve repeatedly checked the date as if it would bring the volleyball player to you sooner. Even Iwaizumi had to threaten to take the calendar away should you let it continue to distract you.

Your roommate’s necessary threat didn’t stop you from bouncing your leg in anticipation as you waited for the desired date to arrive for you to drag your other handsome partner along.

So when you find said boyfriend standing at your door a couple of days earlier, your brain needs several seconds to process. With the initial confusion pushed aside (but not forgotten), you pounce on him. As tired as he may have been from his flight, Ushijima doesn’t mind the affectionate attack.

“You’re here,” you exclaim, words slightly muffled with your face buried in his neck. The volleyball player wraps his arms around you, the familiar warmth and musk tickling your senses. He hums in affirmation (not that it was necessary), and the sound of footsteps makes way to your ears.

“Hey, welcome back.” It’s your other (other?) boyfriend. Still holding onto Ushijima, you whip your head around.

“Did you know he’d be here sooner?” you ask somewhat accusingly. Iwaizumi’s wolfy grin–one that supposedly means “Surprise!”–makes you pout, but you’re quick to return your attention to the taller athlete. With a light peck on his cheek, your voice grows softer, sweeter. “How was your flight?”

Oh, you’ve changed, all right.

“It was fine,” he answers, gently placing you back down. Your arms remain secure around him. “My father picked me up, and my things are at his place. I’ll be having dinner with him tonight, so I won’t be able to stay here for long, but I still wanted to visit.”

You hide your disappointment by burying your face in his chest. Iwaizumi notices this and motions for Ushijima to enter.

“You must be tired still,” the spiky-haired male says, closing the door behind the other athlete. “How about some tea?”

The volleyball player nods. “Thanks.”

The visit was shorter than you would’ve liked. You’d try to get Ushijima to talk for as long as you could, not just out of interest, but in hopes he’d lose track of time as he’d recall one of his matches. Unfortunately, he’s the least talkative of you three. He noticed the time on the clock and announced it was time for him to leave. You masked your dismay with a chipper offer to make dinner for the three of you tomorrow, and his acceptance made you feel somewhat better.

The rest is routine whenever the volleyball player comes to visit: you’d follow him back to the entrance like a lost puppy, hug him for a little too long and pepper a little too many kisses on his face, and he remains quiet as you do so before giving you his rare but gentle smile. Then, he’s out the door.

A pair of bulky arms find their way around your waist from behind, and you lean back into the touch.

“You know you’ll see him tomorrow,” Iwaizumi murmurs against your neck, planting a light kiss there for good measure. You close your eyes, exhaling through your nose.

“Don’t worry, Hajime.” A teasing grin spreads on your face as you turn to face him. “I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Your roommate scoffs lightly, settling his chin on top of your head. “Not what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Silence trails behind your dismissive mumble, and you rethink your actions during Ushijima’s visit. Even with his appearance not being as frequent as you’d like, would all the attention you give him to make up for the lost time make Iwaizumi feel neglected? You’ve voiced your concerns before, and even with his reassurance, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever cross a line neither of you knew was there.

Another kiss melts into your skin; this time, your temple.

“Hey.” Iwaizumi’s voice is soft as he gently pulls away from the embrace. With one of his hands cradling your cheek, he looks down at you with adoration. “It’s been a long day, even before Ushiwaka showed up. How about I run you a bath before dinner? You can use one of those bath bombs, too.”

You hum, leaning into his touch. “Will you join me?”

The spiky-haired male chuckles. “That was the plan, yeah.”

You smile coyly at him as your arms snake around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He returns the affection, drawing you closer before signalling for you to jump by tapping your hip.

He’s carrying you to the bathroom like you weigh nothing. Your fingers tangle themselves in his messy locks as lust and need gradually replace the innocence in your kiss. Whatever paranoia consumed your thoughts has now disintegrated as Iwaizumi kicks the bathroom door closed behind him. You catch his expression as he pulls away and gently settles you down: with hooded lids and blown-out pupils, he has his appetite on full display as his hands glide down to the hem of your–his–shirt.

“Let me take care of you, pretty girl.”

Ushijima isn’t nearly as tired the next time you leap into his arms. Dare you say he was prepared for the impact, arms opening to hold your frame while you nuzzle your cheek against his. He greets Iwaizumi upon entering, walking to the couch like he’s back home with you gripping onto him like a koala.

“Let him breathe, (Y/N),” your roommate scolds.

“I don’t mind,” replies the Schweiden Adlers player, the baritone of his voice adding heat to your cheeks as you turn to grin mischievously at the spiky-haired male. He rolls his eyes at your childish response.

“So,” Iwaizumi starts, “I heard your team played against a team in Italy a few weeks back.”

Your other boyfriend nods. “We won.”

“Wish we could’ve watched it,” you slump against him. “I had exams at the time, and Haji was talking things out with your dad.” At the mention of his father, Ushijima turns to the other athlete in the room.

A proud grin itches onto Iwaizumi’s face. “I start working under him next week.”

You mask your snort by burying your face in the crook of Ushijima’s neck. “He’s totally in love with your dad, Toshi.”

The aforementioned boyfriend’s eyes trail down to your snickering form, then the glaring athlete sitting across from them. “A little strange, given our arrangement.”

“I’m not into your dad, Ushiwaka,” Iwaizumi grumbles, ears growing red as your giggling increases in volume. “She’s just messing with me. Nothing new here.”

You pull back from your hiding spot as your laughter dies down, looking up at the volleyball player. He returns your gaze with furrowed brows, though you know he’s not upset.

“Don’t worry,” you wink. “Your father remains safe for another day.”

“(Y/N), I swear to God—”

You squeal as you barely dodge the pillow your roommate threw at you (not with too much force, obviously). It slaps against Ushijima, pathetically bouncing off his chest and onto your lap. He watches you burst into another fit of giggles while the other athlete curses under his breath (something about “Shittykawa”).

“You should bring him over sometime,” you muse after calming down. “It’d be even cooler if we could see him in Argentina, but my wallet won’t let that happen.”

“Having you two in the same room in-person sounds like a terrible idea,” Iwaizumi immediately interjects, crossing his arms. You stick your tongue at him before facing Ushijima.

“I met Oikawa via video call a while back,” you clarify, then grin cheekily. “Is everyone in Miyagi as attractive as you guys, or am I just really lucky?”

“We’re not adding him to the mix,” the spiky-haired male grumbles.

“Don’t worry,” you shake your head at him before returning your attention to the volleyball player, eyelids drooping. “I’m plenty happy with you two.” You kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth as he reciprocates the action. Your arms find themselves around his neck while your fingers toy with the hairs on the nape of his neck, and Ushijima pulls you closer in his embrace. Drawing back, you lock your eyes with his. “You’re happy, aren’t you, Toshi?”

“Of course,” he breathes out, and it’s beautiful coming from such a stoic yet majestic being. You stamp a trail of kisses down his jaw to his neck, finding a vulnerable spot to sink your teeth in. A choked groan makes way to your ears, though it doesn’t come from the partner who currently has your attention.

“You’re a real tease, you know that?” Iwaizumi grunts as he watches the display before him.

You pull back, not bothering to hide your smirk. “Obviously.”

You catch Ushijima’s Adam’s apple bob as you leech back onto his neck. His breathing pattern, while slow, is shallow, and soon enough, you feel something poke your thigh.

Oh.

“Someone’s needy,” you drawl, separating from him once more to glimpse down at the bulge in his pants. The volleyball player presses his lips into a thin line as his brows crease.

“It’s been a while,” seems to be his reasoning. This is the closest you’ll ever get to a flustered Ushijima; what you wouldn’t do to have a camera right now.

You turn to Iwaizumi, also sporting an erection, and smile. “Guess we’re going straight to it, huh?”

He scoffs, palming himself as he mocks you. “Obviously.”

That seems enough for the volleyball player, who gently grabs hold of your jaw to pull you into another kiss. Having him tear your dress off suddenly makes you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in, his movements hasty and juxtaposing his personhood.

You like it.

He’s carrying you to another room—you’re not sure which one, too busy focusing on the heated kiss melting your tongue and watching your other boyfriend strip from the corner of your eye.

It’s Iwaizumi’s room; the mattress Ushijima gently plops you on isn’t as cushiony as yours. The loss of warmth from your partner puts a frown on your face, though a dreamy smile soon replaces it as your roommate enters in nothing but his boxers. You make grabbing motions towards him, and he joins you on his bed, kissing down your neck as you watch the volleyball player remove his shirt. Then his belt. Then his pants. Then—

Then a rough hand pulls your face to look away from the display. Your eyes meet blown-out pupils outlined in dark green; your lips, harshly with another pair.

Iwaizumi’s quick to hold you in his lap, needing you as close to him as possible while his hands map out every dip and curve and roll your body has to offer. You eventually feel your bra slide off your chest, the cool air making contact with your breasts and travelling down your spine. It only adds discomfort as your panties grow damper, and you grind your hips against your partner’s erection to soothe yourself. His response is a low groan, fuelling the lustful flames that dance in your lower stomach.

The bed dips behind you, and another pair of lips attach themselves to you: just as feverish, yet still as meaningful. More hands are on you, with these ones focusing on your mounds. Not a centimetre of skin on your chest was left untouched, from squeezing the soft flesh to rolling the buds between calloused fingertips.

It’s all too much. You pull away for air, gasping as Iwaizumi joins Ushijima in worshipping your body.

“Wait!” you pant out. The spiky-haired male stops suckling at your neck’s junction, but doesn’t release his hold. The volleyball player halts his movements, his lips barely ghosting over your skin.

“Do you want to stop?” You can feel his baritone against your nape, spiralling down to your core. Your panties cling against you like a second skin, and you’re certain you’re leaving a stain on Iwaizumi’s boxers.

“No,” you rasp, embarrassed by your sudden hesitation. “I want you both now.”

The slight crack of your voice shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, but here the men were, attached to every one of your commands by a leash.

The athletes look up at each other, communicating through sharp gazes and a curt nod before they bring you to lie on your back. You watch with hooded lids as they reposition; Ushijima between your legs and Iwaizumi, now completely nude, on your chest with his thighs on either side of your body.

“How’s this?” Your roommate’s tone holds a sliver of playfulness as he peers down at you, teasingly stroking himself. You can’t see your other partner behind him–mainly because your focus is on the precum pearling at the tip of the cock only inches away from your face–though you find yourself absentmindedly nodding to the question. The spiky-haired male turns to your other boyfriend with a smirk and gives him a curt motion of confirmation.

Ushijima silently gets to work, lowering himself to face your covered core. You feel his fingers tugging at the waistband, and you try to lift your hips to help him remove the last article of clothing. His eyes remain glued to the string of slick connected to the cotton as he slides it down your legs, watching as it eventually separates and throwing the fabric somewhere in the room.

You’re clenching: empty. The volleyball player leans closer to your entrance, taking in your scent before burying his face between your thighs and wrapping his strong arms around your hips. His tongue barely teases you, if at all; it glides along your cunt with its tip flicking your clit. Just a drop of your taste is enough to bring him closer, plunging into your hole while nudging at the sensitive nub with his nose. For such a silent man, he was the loudest in this environment; him feasting on your pretty pussy can’t go unnoticed as it echoes throughout the room and rings in your ears. Had it not been for your current position, you’d be digging your nails into his scalp as encouragement.

For now, your eyes remain on the thick cock standing tall before you.

“Open up, pretty.” It comes out as a mix between a coo and a command. Iwaizumi grips onto the base to lead his shaft to your mouth. Peering up at him, you decide to grab hold of your tits, separating them. He gets the message, placing his dick between the soft mounds before you squish them together. His tip barely pokes out from in between, and you loll your tongue out to tease the sensitive head as he begins thrusting. Saltiness lingers on your tastebuds with every stroke, and your roommate’s pants add to the symphony started by your other partner’s vigorous smacking and slurping.

You feel Ushijima lift your legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he quickens his pace. You hum around Iwaizumi’s tip from the gluttonous dance performed by the volleyball player’s tongue. Your arms hug the spiky-haired male’s thighs, nails marking crescents on his skin as your orgasm approaches.

With your breasts no longer suffocating his cock, Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to shove more of him down your throat. The sound of you gagging almost overpowers Ushijima’s melody, and your roommate has to refrain from turning this detail into a competition. He instead relishes your warm mouth and how perfect your glossy lips look wrapped around him. The tears forming at the corners of your eyes don’t go unnoticed, either, and they only cascade down your cheeks once his strokes go deeper.

A familiar warmth fills your mouth as Iwaizumi’s hips still. You hollow your cheeks, swallowing every thick drop he can offer you with a hazy enthusiasm. Your gaze doesn’t leave your partner’s stiff form above you, his struggle to keep his eyes open almost entertaining. He can be stubborn when he wants to, and if you could see yourself from his perspective, see how ethereally lewd you look, you’d understand his persistence.

Your roommate empties his cum down your throat and pops his dick out with a shaky breath. With your eyes never leaving him, you give his tip a final peck before he rolls off of you.

All your attention goes to Ushijima, your fingers planting themselves in his hair as he continues his endeavours. You feel his lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly at the tiny nub as his hold on your lower half tightens. And for good reason, too, as your hips buck erratically from the heavy engagement. With every suction, the string thins.

Until it snaps.

You hold the volleyball player in place as he does the same with you, his mouth continuing its actions as the orgasmic tsunami forces you underwater. It’s too much; you hardly notice the clear liquid staining the sheets and your partner’s chin. Not that he minds, of course.

Ushijima gently places your legs down as you release your tight hold on his hair, your body limp against the mattress as you try to catch your breath. A hand –Iwaizumi’s–swipes stray tears away from your cheeks, and the spiky-haired male plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Ready for more?” he asks, his voice nearly faint, as if speaking any louder may hurt you. Noticing the volleyball player moving to sit next to your frame, you try to sit up with your partners’ help. With a meek nod, you manage to shift to sit in between Iwaizumi’s legs before motioning for your other boyfriend to sit on his knees. With the two athletes getting the memo, the former holds your legs open with his own while the latter pumps his cock inches away from your swollen lips. The angry burgundy tip stares at you as you invitingly open your mouth.

With barely half of the shaft in, you’re full. The head tickles the back of your throat, though you avoid gagging with little to no struggle. Having plenty of time with your roommate, you’ve gotten to practice swallowing his dick whole. And when the volleyball player occasionally manages to come over, you can take more of him every time with more ease.

Your focus is so heavily on pleasing Ushijima that you don’t notice Iwaizumi sliding a hand between your thighs until it’s too late. A finger swipes across your cunt, earning a muffled gasp out of you as it collects your slick. More silence sounds escape you as that same digit enters your hole, stretching you out with each pump. The vibrations from your noises attack the volleyball player’s cock, making him grunt as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your tongue poking out to massage the underside. It’s a sort of pipeline: Iwaizumi’s finger–sorry, two fingers now–stroke your sweet spot while his thumb plays with your clit, causing you to moan along to the orchestra that is the lewd squelching between your legs, all the while adding to Ushijima’s pleasure as his cock stuffs your mouth full.

Three fingers: that’s what tips you over the edge once more. It usually does the trick, though, and with the effects of your previous orgasm lingering on your body, you finish quicker than you normally would. You freeze as euphoria travels through your veins, your eyes crossing as more tears spill. Another puddle finds itself on the sheets as you squirt once more, drenching the hand that caused the mess. Iwaizumi holds you closer while Ushijima caresses your cheek. It does little to soothe the ache in your jaw or swat away the exhaustion that follows the orgasmic high, but both are appreciated nonetheless.

When your senses return, you aren’t given the chance to finish the job; Ushijima pops his dick out of your mouth, rapidly stroking it until he reaches cloud nine. With your tongue lolling out, you catch some of the ropes of cum spurting out of his slit, though most of it either ends up on your face or chest. The heavy pants that follow the mess are a sign for you to open your eyes, and the godly sight that is one of your boyfriends greets you: a softening monstrous cock, flexing muscles with every heaving breath, vermillion flush staining his chest, neck and face, swollen parting lips, and furrowing brows.

Reality trickles back once you feel fingers sliding out of you, that same hand wetly tapping your thigh. Slowly turning your head, you’re met with lips slamming against yours that you would’ve lost balance had it not been for the muscular arm around your waist.

“Still got it in you, pretty?” Iwaizumi breaks from the mini makeout session to ask. You’re left in a daze as he nibbles on your shoulder, your other partner lowering himself to mark the opposite side of your neck.

“You still got the lube, right?” you breathe out. The spiky-haired male pauses his actions, Ushijima only slowing down his own at your question. “Want both of you at once.”

Your roommate’s touch immediately abandons you as he dismounts the bed to retrieve the bottle. The Schweiden Adlers member takes this short moment to grab some tissues from the nightstand to clean your face and chest, holding you as you try to regain some energy, knowing damn well you’ll need every bit of it.

“Are you sure you want this?” Ushijima hasn’t spoken since before everything started, his baritone snapping some sobriety back in you. You give him a droopy smile, planting a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sure, Toshi,” you whisper, and he feels his heart flutter at the nickname. “I know what I’m getting into, don’t worry.”

“You can stop whenever you want.” His voice remained monotonous, and maybe it’s the sex haze, but you swear you can hear panic there.

Still, you giggle. “I know. The rules haven’t changed since the arrangement started.”

Iwaizumi returns with a mostly-full bottle of lube. You two have dipped your toes in anal play, though this is the first time you’re going any further.

“You sure about this?” he asks, his voice and expression soft (or as soft as it can get with such sharp features and arched brows). You let out a half-sigh, half-snort at his question.

“I’m not made of glass, you know,” you tiredly quip, “and your dicks aren’t weapons of mass destruction. I won’t be doing much of the work, but what else is new?”

The athletes share a look as if they were reminding each other to be careful with you.

“All right,” Iwaizumi climbs onto the bed, “how do you want us, then?”

You lean into Ushijima’s chest with a hum, your cheek squishing against one of his pecs. “You take the back. Toshi, up front.”

With both partners nodding, they hoist you to sit on the volleyball player’s lap. His cock is hard again, poking at your stomach before you lift yourself by your knees to aim the tip at your entrance.

He could’ve sunken into you a thousand times, and you’re certain you still wouldn’t have been able to take him without at least a little bit of pain. Thanks to your previous orgasms, he can slide in much more easily, though that isn’t to say the burn is nonexistent.

Ushijima takes his time, examining your reaction as he adds another inch. His grip on your waist is tight, but not bruising, knowing you’ve got enough on your plate. Iwaizumi, meanwhile, tries to distract you by peppering kisses on your shoulder blade. You hope your focus on his lips against your skin will pass the time, but the clock’s arms seem to slow down the more you’re stretched open.

He’s in, though. You’re certain he’s made room for himself in your guts, feeling him there with every breath. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hiss, but he doesn’t say anything as you try to adjust.

“(Y/N),” Iwaizumi starts, his words somewhat muffled your back against his lips, “are you sure you want to keep going?”

“Yeah,” you gasp. Despite your roommate’s concern, you can feel his cock poking your back.

He hesitates. “We can go one at a ti—”

“I wanna feel both of you.” You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt Ushijima’s thumb swipe away a few tears. You give his palm a loving peck, your glossy eyes peering up at him. “I don’t know when will be the next time I’ll have you two together. I can handle it.”

You’ve grown soft, Iwaizumi thinks. Then again, maybe you were always like this. He doesn’t know much about your previous relationships, and even if he did, you could’ve matured since then. You’re still outgoing, and your teasing hasn’t stopped since you started dating both athletes. Your promiscuity hasn’t died down at all, not that the spiky-haired male is complaining. The difference now is the lovestruck looks you’d give them; whether you think they don’t notice (even though you aren’t slick and they totally catch you) or you’re afraid they’d forget how dear they are to you (they couldn’t even if they tried), it’s one of the main acts dedicated only for them.

Iwaizumi can see that same look when you turn to face him, even with a layer of tears fogging your vision.

He presses his lips against your warm and damp cheek. “Okay.”

You sigh shakily, adjusting your position for him to better prep you.

He’s using more lube than the previous times you’ve experimented, you can tell. With each careful finger he’d only slide in on your command, you could feel him take his time stretching you out, pumping and scissoring until he’s convinced you’re ready.

Of course, his dick isn’t the same as his fingers. Iwaizumi’s made it very clear that he’s going at your pace, and you appreciate it when he’d add more lube whenever you’d ask. It hurt less over time, though it’s still a strange and foreign feeling. The spiky-haired male sprinkles feather-light kisses on the nape of your neck while Ushijima cradles your cheek, and their soft touches almost lull you to serenity.

You have to remind yourself of the current situation. “You two can move now.”

“We’ll be gentle,” Iwaizumi assures, adjusting his hold on your waist as your other partner lowers his grip to your hips.

The first few thrusts are hesitant, unsure of a rhythm. The stretch of both holes has you hissing, though you don’t want to stop. This is the closest you’ve felt to the athletes, albeit physically speaking: sandwiched between them, stuffed to the brim. Soft lips and calloused hands guarantee your safety. Promise of delicacy.

And eventually, the pain lessens. Your boyfriends find a tempo, still gentle, and whimpers and broken moans replace your hisses. Iwaizumi whispers in your ear, praising you for taking both of them so well and being so good. Ushijima’s forehead finds yours, his eyes fluttering to stay open and watch your every reaction. When one cock slides out, the other moulds your hole to its shape; you’re desperate to savour everything happening, even if it drives your senses into overdrive. With your thighs too weak to hold your body up, you’re grateful for them doing the work, the muscle trembling every time you flex it.

“More,” you choke out. “I can take it. Please.”

Ushijima grunts, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. “Are you sure—”

You stop his lips with your own, halting his breath in his throat as your hands slide up his heck to hold his face. And when you pull away with hooded lids, you give Iwaizumi the same attention, turning his head to face you as you take his breath away.

“I’d tell you to stop if I needed you to,” you promise after pulling away. “It feels good, and I want more.”

Again, your boyfriends share a look: brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. The several seconds of silence make you antsy, though that feeling soon evaporates when both men adjust their hold on you.

Ushijima’s the first to thrust back in, and your body jolts at the sudden impact. Iwaizumi’s quick to follow, drilling his hips upwards as the volleyball player slides out. Back and forth, back and forth: you’re never fully empty.

“S-Shit!” you shriek, squeezing your eyes shut as your nails find Ushijima’s shoulders once again. You can’t contain your cries, not when there’s a swordfight happening in your guts. Could they feel the other’s cock inside you? “More, more! Just like that!”

Both men have their torsos pressed against you as they fuck up into you. You can feel Iwaizumi’s heartbeat hammer at your back, same with your other boyfriend’s against your chest. Or maybe that’s your heart causing the racket? Could the volleyball player even truly get nervous? You’ve seen him uncertain, sure, but nervous? Or maybe that’s adrenaline you’re feeling against you?

So many questions for someone whose brain is literal mush. You can no longer form a coherent sentence; what makes you think you can create a single thought now?

Oh, wait. Nothing.

“Cumming,” you manage to slur out, legs shaking. “Gonna cum again.”

“Shit,” Iwaizumi mutters against your neck. “Go ahead, pretty. Make a mess for us, yeah?”

You can’t see well with the tears fogging your vision, but with Ushijima so close to you, it’s not hard to tell that his eyes are silently urging you to finish. And when a hand–whose, you aren’t sure–slides down to give your poor clit some much-needed attention, you can’t go against their encouragements even if you wanted to.

With little to no space between you three, you hardly move when your body hurdles forward from the impact of your orgasm. You’re squirting again, and it almost hurts as you gush onto the athletes’ muscular thighs. Your choked wail is muffled by Ushijima’s shoulder, your grip on them gone and now on his biceps. If your markings hurt him, he doesn’t show it. Or rather, it can be mistaken for the pleasure that comes from his own orgasm, flushed face twisting to bliss as he grits his teeth behind sealed lips. Iwaizumi’s not far off, either, sloppily thrusting into you a few more times before biting down on your shoulder to quiet his groan.

Even as your body burns from adrenaline, you still feel both boyfriends spill their load inside you. It has you quivering even more, toes curling against the messy sheets as you try your hardest to sit up longer.

You’re still warm once your high evaporates, the bulky frames of your boyfriends giving you little room to breathe. The thin layers of sweat blanketing your bodies don’t help, either. At the very least, the two athletes continue to hold you up. You can’t even do that by yourself.

“I’m going to get her a towel and some water,” Iwaizumi quietly tells Ushijima. “Hold onto her while I’m gone.”

The volleyball player wordlessly follows your other partner’s order, wiping away stray tears as you weakly cling onto his build. He’s grown more comfortable holding you like this over time: still cautious to avoid hurting you, though doesn’t shy away from physically showing you the affection you deserve.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, carefully examining your frame in his hold.

You tiredly shake your head, rasping out a small chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a bit, but I’m fine otherwise.”

His eyes glimpse upwards, as if pondering. “I can carry you around.”

“I know, dear.”

Iwaizumi returns not long after, and you groan as Ushijima shifts you to sit up.

“Careful,” you quip with a wince. “I’m sensitive.”

“That’s usually the case, yeah,” your roommate replies monotonously, watching cum ooze out of your holes before gently wiping the towel across your cunt. He rubs a soothing hand on your thigh when you flinch. “Thank God for birth control.”

“Oh, hush.” you scoff, eyebrows creasing as he continues to clean you. The water bottle he brought sits next to him, leaning against his thigh almost tauntingly. A large hand from behind you takes it, unscrewing the lid.

“You need to rehydrate.” The baritone rumbles against your back as the Schweiden Adlers player speaks. He brings the bottle to your lips. “Drink up.”

The bottle shakes slightly once in your hold, and you take light sips in between intervals. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make dinner for us tonight.”

“No worries,” Iwaizumi responds curtly, placing the towel to the side. “We can order takeout for tonight.”

Your eyes light up, though you don’t make an effort to move. “Can we order from that new place down the block?”

“Whatever you want.”

You turn your head to peer up at Ushijima excitedly, a smile stretching wide across your face it almost hurts your cheeks. “You gotta try their food, Toshi. I think we have their menu around here somewhere. We can help you pick something out.”

“Hey,” your roommate tuts, tone sharp as he heads to his closet. “Don’t tire yourself out even more. Relax.”

“Yes, mother.” He glares at your response, walking back with a large t-shirt and some shorts. You eye the clothes with a groan. “I think I need a bath first.”

You yelp when you suddenly feel yourself being hoisted up.

“We’ll help clean you up,” Ushijima offers as he dismounts the bed with you in his arms. It sounded more like a statement, actually, and it seems that he meant it as he walks out of Iwaizumi’s room with him in tow.

Your eyes flutter closed, half-listening to the spiky-haired male scolding the volleyball player to be careful with you.

What do you have to worry about? It’s not this simple: those anxieties may continue to poison your thoughts. They should leave eventually, no doubt, but until that happens, you’ll remind yourself as many times as necessary that the support that follows you on your journey.

You made it work.

You’re making it work.

And you’ll continue to make it work.

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Tendou Satori x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, outdoor blowjob, creampie, cum swallowing, oral (male and female receiving), lots and lots of praise!! I wrote Satori as reader's first intimate partner! Just smutty smut smut smut lolol

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's note: Oh my god, it's been so so long since I've posted a fic on here this is insane. College and life have been so so hectic and I completely forgot about the page Mod Kenma and I made :,) Mod Kenma is so good with keeping consistent and everything on here and I'm going to try and do the same since I've found myself writing with them a lot more now! I'm so sorry for the long hiatus, but I wrote this fic a couple of weeks ago and thought it would be a nice way to start my comeback! I hope you all know that you're more than welcome to request anything from me, just make sure you specify that you want it written by me haha! I hope you enjoy the smut, I had so much fun writing it!!

I'd love to hear everyone's feedback on this, so don't hesitate to let me know on how I can make things better or if you enjoyed it!

~Mod Shoyo <3

The bright lights of Shiratorizawa’s gym hurt Y/N’s eyes as she walked inside. Today, the volleyball club was going to be hosting a late night practice. Normally, Friday nights were reserved for date nights between Y/N and Satori, but she never ever minded coming to watch Tendou practice. There was no hiding how she really felt about watching him practice.

It got her going.

Something about her tall, lanky boyfriend sweating his ass off playing sports just did something to her. She was well aware of this feeling and found it slightly funny every time Satori tried to push practice to the side for her. “Now, why would you do that, ‘Tori? Volleyball is your passion. I really don’t mind staying for a couple hours to watch you and then getting to hang out with you after!”

Tendou always appreciated Y/N so much more when she said things like that. Little did he know that he was only fueling her drive to chase him. To jump his bones the second that he was finished with his practice. Tonight was no different. Y/N came waltzing into the gym in her black t-shirt dress, her eyes darting across every single body she saw to search for her boyfriend. The second that Tendou noticed her, his posture stiffened and he made a bee-line straight towards her.

“Well, look at you in that black dress of yours,” Tendou flirted, his tone light and playful but his voice was resting in a deeper part of his throat. “Don’t you look delicious.”

Y/N blushed and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. He smirked against her kiss and brought his right arm around her waist to pull her close to him while his other arm carried his water bottle. The second they pulled away, she could already feel herself getting riled up. His normally spiked up hair was sitting slightly damp now. Most of it was still intact, but some of the front strands were sticking to his forehead, absolutely drenched in sweat.

“How’s practice going, baby?” Y/N smiled, her eyes too focused on his sweat than his actual ruby orbs.

“Coach had us do some punishments because Goshiki didn’t receive a ball correctly,” Tendou tossed a look over to Goshiki who was cowering in a corner, gripping a ball tightly in between his hands cursing himself. “Other than that, It’s going pretty average.”

Y/N smiled and nodded her head. “Well, go knock ‘em dead baby, I’ll be right here watching!”

Tendou grinned from ear to ear and stooped down to press one last kiss to her lips. As Tendou turned on his heel to start running back, Y/N leaned forward and laid a harsh slap on his ass to motivate him. Tendou turned slowly with a smirk and walked back towards her. He towered over her like a skyscraper, looking down on her with the most shit-eating grin she’d ever seen.

“My turn.”

Before she had any time to think, Satori's hand was unleashing the most pain-inducing, heartstopping, panty dropping slap on her ass. She yelped and listened to the sound echo throughout the gym. His palm remained on her right cheek, she could feel his fingers curl up and feel around. He jumped slightly, then leaned down to get his lips right next to her ear.

“You dirty girl,” He whispered huskily. His voice sent shivers down her spine and she could feel the heat between her legs growing. “No panties huh? And were you thinking about telling me?” Y/N gulped and turned to the side slightly.

“It was supposed to be a surprise after practice.”

Tendou hummed. He turned on his heel once more and walked away. His shoes squeaking against the gym floor slowly dissipating gave her the ‘okay’ to finally relax. Y/N made her way over to one of the courtside benches and took a seat. With her legs crossed, she let her eyes linger on her red-head boyfriend.

The middle blocker was working overtime tonight. His guesses were on point, every single possible hunch he could have had about a spiker’s decisions were completely right. She could only imagine the type of psycho-analysis that was going on in his head right now, how meticulous he had to be in order to block everyone on the other side of the net.

She was wrong.

Tendou was on his game because he knew that she was watching him. He could feel her eyes lingering on him, only paying attention to his movements and no one else’s. Who was she, to sit on that damn bench with no panties on in front of all of his teammates. He could only imagine the juices that were marinating in her cunt right now, he was salivating at the thought of it. His hunger was only fueling his movements, a snide smirk resting on his face.

One of the managers rushed around giving all of the players’ some towels to wipe themselves off. Once Tendou was handed his own, he turned slightly and noticed Y/N had taken some extra interest in watching him. He scoffed and pressed the towel against his forehead and neck, wiping off all the remnants of his hard work. Y/N licked her lips and didn’t let her gaze falter for a second. Tendou’s legs carried him over towards his girlfriend once more. His aura was radiating pure starvation. He couldn’t even keep eye contact with her for more than a millisecond before letting his eyes drop down to her crossed legs. He could feel himself get hard just knowing that he was the only one that got to spread those legs. To see what was beyond her gorgeous thighs.

He tossed the towel at her nonchalantly. “Hold this for me, would you baby? Just a little while longer.”

Y/N was quick to catch the towel and let it rest in her lap. She could feel herself getting warmer, at this point she started to regret not wearing underwear. She knew that she was going to spill the juices that Satori claimed as his all over the floor once she stood up, but for right now. At this very moment. She could care less. Her mind was turning into mush, and it didn’t help that Tendou would toss her looks in between practice sets.

Her pussy was aching. Tendou had been her very first intimate partner, and she loved the idea that her pussy was molded into a hole that fit his dick perfectly. She was growing more restless by the second, counting down each second that went by that Tendou wasn’t rearranging her intestines. Finally, like a bright light shining down from the heavens, practice was called to an end and everyone started to pack up the equipment and their things. Once everyone was finally done with their chores, Tendou slowly made his way back to his girlfriend.

“Can I see that towel in your lap, pretty girl?” Tendou grinned, holding his hand out in front of her. She nodded and dropped the towel into his palm. “Thank you darling~”

As Tendou wiped his face again, Y/N was fuming. Her entire body was quivering with nothing short of pure lust for Satori. And the worst part of it all, was she knew that he was teasing her. He was dragging his feet when he walked, he was taking his time to get each individual bead of sweat off of his face, he knew that she was dying for his touch.

“Alright baby, let’s go. Are you ready?” Y/N didn’t give him any time to change his mind. She was off the bench and ready to go with her purse at the sound of his voice.

Tendou chuckled and draped an arm loosely around her shoulders, pulling her close to him as he slung his duffel bag over his left shoulder. They had finally made it outside the gym. Sure, they only took one step outside, but Y/N was practically dizzy with how much fresh air was hitting her face right now. Before they could walk any further, Tendou stopped them both in their tracks.

“Oops! I forgot my jacket on the bench, I’ll be right back love,”

Y/N was fed up. She was seething, begging to be touched and he kept setting them back. She looked to her left and noticed a corner that the lights weren’t hitting. She moved into the shadows and waited patiently for Tendou’s figure to walk out the door. After watching most of his teammates leave with their bags and set off on their journey’s back home, Y/N was ready to get what she wanted.

The second she could smell his after-practice musk, she grabbed hold of his arm and yanked him into the corner with her. Tendou looked down at her with a cocky smirk and raised an eyebrow. “And what’s this about?” She looked up into his fiery ruby orbs and made no sound.

Her fingers grabbed hold of the band of his practice shorts and looped a finger into the band of his briefs before using all the strength she had to yank them down his legs. His cock sprung to life before her very eyes and she found some sort of relief in knowing that he was just as worked up as she was. She licked her lips and nearly drooled at his feet just at the mere sight. His tip was swollen, his shaft curved upwards, it was a gorgeous sight to see. Tendou gulped before finally speaking.

“Suck it.”

Y/N had already gathered up all the spit she could in her mouth. She spat onto his cock and didn’t even bother to start to stroke him. She took his entire dick in her mouth and felt his tip hit the back of her mouth. She had no strength to push her legs together anymore and slowly just let them spread apart. Her knees were starting to burn from the small rocks and pebbles that had littered the sidewalk, but she was too busy drowning in her horniness to care. The guttural groan that left Tendou’s mouth as she deep throated him was enough to send her over the edge. Her head was bobbing up and down his shaft, her lips gliding across his drenched cock.

“Fu-fuck baby. Take this cock like a good girl,” Tendou sighed heavily. “Fuck, you suck me off so good baby.”

The words of encouragement egged her on, pushing her to grip whatever wasn’t covered by her mouth with her hands and begin to stroke while she sucked. Tendou nearly banged his head into the wall from the immense pleasure that took over him. He was trying so hard not to cum down her throat as fast as he wanted to. Y/N knew that he was holding himself back, but she didn’t bother to berate him or tease him for it. What mattered was that she had his cock in her mouth and she was going to swallow every last drop of cum he had to offer.

She could feel him twitch in her mouth, every vein that was ready to burst getting eased with the coolness of her saliva. She deep throated once more and felt some pre-cum slide down her tongue. She pulled her mouth off of his dick, still stroking him with one hand while she popped his cleanly shaven balls in her mouth. Tendou clamped a hand over his mouth to try and prevent the loud groan that fell from his lips; even covered by his hand his moan was loud enough to get some stares.

Y/N moved back up to eye-level with his cock and spread her hot mouth all over it once more. She bobbed her head as fast as she could, feeling his dick twitch faster than before. It wasn’t until Tendou’s sweet groan entered her ears that she realized he had painted the back of her throat with his cum. She pulled herself off of his dick for the last time, snot falling from her nose, tears falling from her damp eyelashes and down her swollen cheeks.

Tendou looked down and moved her loose hair out of her face, watching her tongue fall out of her mouth still covered in his cum. Within a second, she swallowed whatever of his load was leftover in her mouth and let her body slump. Tendou noticed her relaxed nature and immediately lifted her up into his arms.

“Don’t think this is over. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when we get back to my dorm.” Y/N laid in his arms completely lifeless, her mind still only focused on the pleasure she had given her boyfriend just now.

She had no concept of time, or even realized how much time she had taken to suck him off outside of the gym, but none of it mattered. It wasn’t until he threw her onto his bed that she snapped back to reality. Her hair was a mess, her face was flushed with a red color, her legs could barely stay closed. Tendou was huffing, heavily breathing as he threw his shirt over his head and tugged his boxers down once more. He didn’t bother to take Y/N’s dress off. What was the point if he had easy access anyways?

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of this pussy,” Tendou growled, pressing lazy kisses to the sides of her neck. “My pussy.”

Y/N’s ears were ringing. The second she felt his lips on her neck her entire body went into shock. She felt so sensitive, anywhere he touched immediately made her quiver. She wanted to take every piece of clothing off of her, she felt like she was roasting in 100 degree summer heat. Tendou’s long, slender fingers wrapped around her knees and yanked her legs apart. His eyes widened and he stared at her glistening pussy like it was a gift given to him by god. And it was. Tendou licked his lips and fell to his knees. He gripped the backs of her legs and pulled her to the edge of his bed, her pussy right in his face.

He wasted no time in diving his tongue in between her folds. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit before gathering up some of her wetness like a spoon. He was eating her up like a starved man, smacking his lips and burying his face in her. Her noises were enough to wake up every single member of his team in the building, but that was the least of his worries. He had a cunt, shining with pure excitement under the lights right in front of him, and it was all his. His dick was so painfully hard and he wanted nothing more than to just slam it inside of her, but she was dying to suck him off, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t dying to feast on her pussy.

“Te-Tendou, please,” Y/N whined. “Please just fuck me, I-I can’t take it anymore.” Her words stopped his actions. She whined from the loss of friction and his swift motions.

He stood up and wiped his mouth of whatever juices she left on his lips. He had never heard anything more sexy than her pleads for him to fuck her in all his life. He smiled from ear to ear and came down to press his lips onto hers. “Whatever you want, baby. Your wish is my command.”

Tendou lined himself up with her entrance. He slowly started to push his tip into her. Once just his tip had been swallowed by her cunt, he grabbed hold of her hips tightly and bucked his hips so hard into hers that she nearly screamed. The harsh slap of his balls slapping against her skin made a clapping noise, and he started to pound into her like his life depended on it. The sound of her loud moans only fueled him to keep drilling his cock into her. He leaned down and buried his face in her chest, loving the feeling of her tits bouncing in his face. He pulled himself out of her and lifted her into his arms. He sat down on the edge of his bed and sat her on his lap. Y/N got the picture and quickly slammed herself onto his dick.

“God damn, Y/N. Ride this dick, take this dick like a good girl.”

Y/N sank her teeth into his shoulder as she bounced up and down on his cock. She could feel the coil in her stomach slowly unraveling with every slap their sweaty bodies made. She pulled her face out of his neck to see that his eyebrows were furrowed, the groans leaving his mouth nearly making her cream on their own. Tendou grabbed a fistful of her hair into a makeshift ponytail and held it up for her, the breeze that hit her neck sending goosebumps down her hot skin.

Tendou could feel that she had gotten tired of picking herself up, his hands moved down to her hips and gripped them so hard that she was sure his fingers would be bruised into her skin. He held her up and thrusted as fast as he could, his balls slapping against the bottom of her ass with every move. Y/N dug her nails into his back, sure that she drew blood with how hard she was holding him.

She lowered herself back down onto him once more and simply served as a hole for him to fuck himself with. He moved her at his own tempo, lifting her body up and down his cock with the strength he had. Her legs quivered and she could feel herself getting close.

“To- Tori, I’m gonna,” She couldn’t even finish her sentence before it was drowned out with the harmonious sounds of their moans joining together.

“Let it go love, cream all over this cock for me.” Tendou practically yelled through clenched teeth.

Within seconds, both of their moans joined together once more for a grand finale. Y/N’s body fell limp, her bare chest resting on top of his. Tendou was still twitching inside of her, his hands coming up to caress her back lovingly. After a few minutes that way, Y/N finally sat up to pull herself off of his dick. The sight she was met with nearly made her want him to fuck her again, but she was far too tired.

Satori’s ruby eyes focused on her pussy as she pulled herself off. Strands of their combined cum looked like strings holding their two bodies together. Y/N relaxed and Tendou could see a cluster of his cum slide out of her pussy and down the sides of her legs.

Tendou reached into his drawer and grabbed some cool wet wipes to clean themselves off, he handled his lover with such care, feeling her jump every time he brought the wipe anywhere near her still sensitive pussy. Tendou moved every article of clothing that sat on top of his covers off and threw it somewhere into the corner of the room. He grabbed Y/N’s waist and pulled her next to him, helping her get under the covers and into his arms.

“That’s probably the best sex we have ever had.”

Y/N nodded, barely able to catch her breath. “I feel so much better now,”

Tendou just chuckled and pressed his lips lazily against her own. “I love you baby, with all of my heart. Thank you for always being so devoted to pleasuring me.”

She smiled and pressed a kiss against his lips before nuzzling into his neck. “I love you Satori,”

The two of them yawned, falling asleep within seconds. Satori felt his entire body finally truly relax, and knowing that she would be here in his arms in the morning made his sleep that much better.

He thought to himself that maybe every date night should end like this, but he knew he would never hear the end of that conversation.

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