#sub haikyuu

[noyasmashing]

Current fave idea is the karasuno gang meeting up after they graduate to catch up, and there's a person there none of them recognize(Sugas younger sister by like a year) and one of them (noya, tsukki, tanaka, kageyama... tsukki.. I'm bias lol) catches her eye, and suddenly, they're back at her apartment crying out for her

omh… I love when i get specific requests they r so fun to write 🥰🥰

ANYWAY. Sub!Tsukkishema x Fem!Reader

CW: Alcohol usage, cryin, overstimulation??, objectification, nasty (unprotected) pnv sex, chocking (mention of it at the end), kinda sadistic reader tbh, bondage, foodjob??

The old Karasuno team was gathering at their previous haunt, the local ramen shop near their high school. It had been a while since they'd all been together, and they decided to meet up, along with some other mutual friends from back in the day. As they chatted excitedly about their lives post-graduation, reminiscing about their volleyball days, there was someone among them they couldn't quite place.

Nishinoya, ever observant, noticed a young woman sitting quietly at the edge of their group. She was sipping her ramen and listening intently to their stories, occasionally smiling or nodding along. "Hey guys," Nishinoya interrupted, "Who's our new friend here?"

They all turned to look at her. "Oh, I'm Koshi’s younger sister," she replied with a warm smile. "I heard so much about all of you from my brother. It's nice to finally meet you!"

Nishinoya's eyes widened in surprise. "Suga's sister? Wow, I didn't even know he had a sister!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm a year younger than him," she explained, her hand circling the tip of her glass, the alcohol bringing the rosiness out of her cheeks.

Tsuki gazed at the girl seated in-front of him. Truth be told he didn’t really notice her until Nishinoya had said something, but he couldn't help but be intrigued. This girl had a familiar spark about her—maybe it was her smile, or the way she listened so attentively. She seemed to share Suga's kindness and warmth.

Throughout the evening, Tsuki found himself stealing glances at her. he didn’t know what it was, maybe her easy going demeanor, or her smile when she giggled at one of Hinatas dumb jokes. He wasn’t used to looking at someone and not wanting to immediately insult them.

As the night progressed, Tsukki discovered himself engaging in more and more conversation with her. Normally not one to talk much, he was content listening to her stories from high school, her interests, and more.

They hadn’t noticed the time passing until others started saying their farewells and leaving the venue. Amidst the commotion of the crowd, Tsukki momentarily took his eyes off her, and just like that, she vanished. He anxiously scanned the dining room, navigating through the sea of people in search of her.

It was safe to say he was hooked. He wanted nothing more but to be in her presence, and he was starting to give up on that idea, as he spotted Sugawara leaving too. Then, as luck would have it, he turned his head one last time and caught her gaze, smirking up at him through her lashes.

She was tucked away towards the back of the shop near the bathrooms, chatting with Nishinoya, casually leaning against the wall.

"Bye, [name]!" Nishinoya exclaimed, before skipping away in his usual hyper manner. She smiled warmly in response, giving him a lazy wave goodbye.

As Tsukki timidly approached her, he noticed a mischievous smirk on her lips. "Were you looking for me, like a little lost puppy?" she teased, tilting her head to the side with confidence.

His cheeks burned embarrassingly red as he shook his head and muttered a quiet “fuck you." He knew she was right, but he couldn't summon the courage to defend himself properly, especially when she stood up and closed the gap between the two. He could feel the warmth of her breath, tinged with the scent of alcohol, and he could almost feel her breasts press against him.

Avoiding her gaze, he looked away, attempting to maintain his usual stoic expression.

"You're all bark and no bite," she grinned again, grabbing his face to make him meet her gaze. His glasses were perched low on his nose, and he peered at her over them, his breath catching in his throat. The only thing on his mind was how good she looked up close.

She grinned at his hesitation, “I have an uber outside, would you like to come home with me, pretty boy?”

And that’s how Tsukishima found himself in this predicament, kneeling with his very own tie binding his hands.

He grumbled in frustration as he attempted to free his hands from the tie once again. He wanted to appear irritated, not willing to admit the reason why his dick was pressing against his pants at that moment.

But, when she leaned down and planted her foot, encased in sheer stockings, against his groin, he could no longer hide it. His lower lip quivered as a whimper escaped him, his hips instinctively moving to press against her foot.

She sneered at him, increasing the pressure as she spoke, "You will take what I give you, understand?" Her previously kind and gentle demeanor was completely replaced by a more intense and commanding presence. Tears welled up in his eyes as he nodded weakly, trying to maintain his composure in the face of her dominance.

She started to glide her foot up and down the length of his pulsating erection. He could feel the sticky mess seeping into his boxers, the urge to remove them growing stronger by the second.

He couldn't help but utter a desperate "please," a plea that earned him a sadistic smile from her.

"Please what, pretty boy?" She teased, her movements becoming more deliberate against his crotch. He felt his entire body heating up as he craved more stimulation. This was unlike anything he had experienced before, and he was on the brink of making a mess in his dress pants.

He took a deep breath before nervously replying, "Can't you use a little more..." his voice trailed off, unable to meet her gaze. He could feel her seductive eyes fixed solely on him, but he couldn't summon the courage to look at her, knowing that if he did, he might climax right then and there.

"Hmm... We wouldn't want you spoiling those nice pants now, would we?" She questioned, tilting her head slightly with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

He finally mustered the courage to look up at her and replied with a shaky, "Y-yeah," his eyes reflecting a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

“Why don’t you join me up here then?” She suggested, patting the bed where she sat, a warm invitation in her voice and smile.

He stood up shakily, his hands still bound behind his back, but before he could even take a seat, she pushed him onto his back with a forceful yet gentle motion.

“Be a good toy and let me use you a bit,” she instructed this time, her hands deftly moving towards his zipper with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

With swift movements, his aching member was now free, proudly displayed on his toned stomach. He couldn't help but let out a gasp at the sensation, feeling a rush of embarrassment as she gazed at him with interest.

"A-are you surprised?" he quipped, trying to sound confident even with a blush covering his ears. But she saw through his facade in an instant, especially when his tip was leaking pre-cum, giving away his nervous excitement like a virgin eager for his first fuck.

She sneered at his comment, biting back without hesitation, "Good toys stay quiet for their owner."

His head fell back in utter embarrassment at her sharp retort. Embarrassed at how his cock twitched she said that. Embarrassed that the second her pussy grazed his sensitive member, his hands instinctively pulled at the tie, his back arching in a desperate, pathetic display of need.

As his cock sank into her wet pussy, he let out the prettiest of moans, feeling a surge of pleasure as his eyes rolled back uncontrollably. Her hips rolled forward against him, causing his member to throb with intense arousal. He couldn't resist raising his hips, wanting to be buried as deeply inside her as possible, lost in the blissful sensation.

It didn't help that every time she raised her hips, just to aggressively slam them down, she whispered filthy things in his ears. Her words sent shivers down his spine and added a delicious layer pleasure to every sensation.

"Cummin'," he would slur, as she rode him through his body-shaking orgasm, but she never stopped. He wanted desperately to caress her soft skin, to cover his mouth to muffle the embarrassing whispers escaping him, but she would giggle at his struggles against the restraints. The sensation of her teasing laughter only added to his pleasure, driving him further into a frenzy of ecstasy as she continued to ride him with relentless abandon.

"Such a good... good toy for me," she panted between breaths, continuing to fuck herself on his raging cock. The natural curve in it, plus the sheer thickness of him, was just too perfect.

She brought two fingers to his lips and clumsily pushed them inside, his tongue swirling desperately around them, seeking distraction from the overwhelming sensations. But her fingers were gone too soon, leaving him wanting more as she pulled them away and pressed them against her sensitive clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself with the very fingers that had been inside him moments before was too much for him.

The sound of her gasps of pleasure as she pleasured herself was torture for him, even though he was still buried deep inside her. He yearned to be the one touching her, driving her wild with desire himself. The sight of her lost in her own pleasure, eliciting those intoxicating sounds from deep within her throat, fueled the fire of desire burning within him. He couldn't help but let out a string of whines, the need to touch her, to bring her to the edge overwhelming his senses.

He had likely cum at least twice, doing everything in his power to muffle his moans, even resorting to biting his lip until it bled. But she did not stop for a second, her relentless pace and intensity driving him wild with desire. The pleasure and the pain mingled together, making hot tears roll down his cheeks.

It seemed his tears only fulled her desire, as her hands made their way to his neck. “You would look so pretty with my hands around your throat.”

It became clear that this night was going to be longer than either of them had expected.

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[chaepink]

overworked pillow princes that just want to lay down and be pretty for you as you absolutely ruin them. they've been doing too much work lately and it's gotten to them so when you offer to do all the work that night in bed, they beg you to ruin them so bad that they wouldn't be able to think properly anymore. fuck them so hard so all thoughts of work leave their head and are instead replaced by the feeling of your dick/strap inside them. they'll be gripping the sheets for dear life, whiny moans and whimpers leaving their mouth as you hit the spots inside him that make his toes curl and back arch. steal orgasm after orgasm from him as all they can do is continue laying there, mind turned to absolute mush as his cum is sprayed all over his chest and on the sheets underneath him. incoherent words leave them but you can clearly hear them repeating "thankyouthankyouthankyou" over and over again.

nanami kento, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, oikawa toru, bakugo katsuki, izuku midoriya, your favorites ❤️

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

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[slutfactory]

thinking about spanking a bratty sub who can't keep his mouth shut.

“you had so much to say earlier. what's got you so quiet, hm?” you ask, giving his reddened ass a firm squeeze before slapping it harshly. he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp at the impact, squirming under your hold—bent over your lap. the way he mewled softly as he pathetically tried to rut his cock against your leg was so cute. if only he was like this all the time. “this is what you wanted, right? to be put in your place..?”

through his quiet sobs and whimpers, he managed to choke out a ‘fuck you’, which earned him yet another spank. his back arched slightly as he cried out in agonized pleasure, whining quietly at the sting left from the impact. he instinctively bucked his hips into your lap, trying to chase an orgasm he didn't realize had been building inside him until now.

you would think he'd learn not to push your buttons after this, but no.

gojo satoru, getou suguru, sae itoshi, karasu tabito, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, whoever you think fits this scenario.

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[scruus]

playful slutty boys who send videos of them jerking off or fingering their tight hole on days you are busy in office. a lazy grin on their face with their legs spread wide apart for you to stare wide eyed through the screen while their hands rub up and down their sensitive chest, moaning out loud. they say the nastiest shit, “my hole is feeling so empty without you” or “my poor cock needs to be roughly slapped mommy”, while shamelessly wiggling their ass towards the camera. and when you get home all dizzy and extremely fucking horny, he sits on the couch all pretty in your hoodie with a tub of ice cream. eyes blinking innocently up at you, feigning the question, “what did i do?” before you drag their ass into bed to rail them hard.

ASMODEUS, CHILDE, suguwara, OIKAWA, atsumu, marius, GOJO, howl, KAEYA, venti, ayato, bakugou, DENKI, SAMPO

#.phew #sub genshin #sub obey me #sub genshin impact #sub bnha #sub hsr #sub honkai star rail #sub haikyuu #sub ayato #sub bakugou #sub sampo #sub asmodeus #sub childe #sub oikawa #sub suguwara #sub tears of themis #sub marius #sub atsumu #sub denki #sub jjk #sub gojo #sub kaeya #sub venti #i need to be strapped and given food #this is getting out of control #sub howl #dom reader #dom top reader

[applepeye]

Ugh , big men who are bigger than their partners , big men who are revered for their almost inhumane size, big men who can take dicks bigger than their size . Big men who wear the most feminine lingerie. Big men who whine and beg for attention even though their far bigger than you. Big men who moan out that they'll have your babies . Big men who are your submissive toys to use

Your fav<3

#dom reader #sub character #sub jjk #sub haikyuu #sub blue lock #sub hsr #sub genshin #「 ★ 」 male reader #「 ★ 」 female reader #「 ★ 」 genderneutral reader #「 ★ 」 applepeye

[deadmeat666]

ATHLETE BOYFRIENDS. sakusa kiyoomi x top male reader

This is kinda self-indulgent. Reader is a takraw player. Search it up if you don't know what takraw is.

minors, fujoshis and blank blogs DNI. i will find your home.

It's a habit of yours to climb though his window, even before dating him. You don't care what time it is, the weather, the situation. As long as you get to see him.

Though he insisted you to go through the front door instead—which is obviously more convenient and unconventional, but you refused. For whatever reason that is still unknown to him till this day. But he digressed. It wasn't much of a big deal, though the first time you climbed through his window, the neighbor almost called the cops.

Most of the times, your reason for climbing through his window was...Nothing! It was simply because you wanted to see him. You only live a few blocks away from him but that's considered hundreds of mile for you. He'd always pretend to be annoyed and pouty from your attention, but deep down, he knows some of your visits can mean something else. Something that'd leave his puffy pink hole stuffed full of your cum.

Sakusa was tall, you were only a few inches taller than him, but so much bigger and thicker in terms of muscles and your other asset too. Kiyoomi can't help but feel so so tiny under you, writhing, struggling, letting out choked out moans as you continue to knock him up.

Sakusa knew you were a huge. You're a sport player, not a volleyball player, but you played a sport similar to it, just with your legs.

He loves seeing you hoisting up your thick leg into a position to kick back the rattan ball back to the opposing team's court. He loves seeing how your shorts would ride up a bit, showing more of those meaty thighs. And he loves seeing how you're always riled up, predatory when on court, also in bed. Or anywhere when you're feeling horny for that matter and would completely forgetting or simply ignoring his whole mysophobia facade he'd keep up when you fuck in a stadium's toilet stall.

But his favorite huge thing about you is the monster of a cock that'd rest in-between your legs. He'd always wonder how you even managed to fit it in your underwear..barely. When you're on the court, you'd always be the center of almost everyone's attention. One because you're extremely good. Two, they'd be focusing on that huge dick of yours, and maybe even your whole body. And you swore you felt everyone's eyes on you one time.

When you win a game, you'd be rewarded with a good, balls deep blowjob by him in a locker room. And when your team lose, you'd still be rewarded with a good, reverse cowgirl riding by him, giving you a nice view of his plush ass bouncing against your pelvis.

One thing for sure, he can't get enough of you.

This was rushed, but I wanted to write something :)

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[vengov]

bragging to his teammates how good he makes you feel in the bedroom and how he doms you all the time when in reality, he's the one getting bent over every night and fucked with a strap <3

- atsumu, bokuto, toji, iwaizumi, oikawa, tsukishima, tendo, sakusa, tanaka, kuroo, terushima

#iwaizumi smut #haikyuu smut #kuroo smut #atsumu smut #tendo smut #oikawa smut #toji smut #tsukishima smut #bokuto smut #sakusa smut #tanaka smut #terushima smut #sub haikyuu

[ghost-mp4]

virgin!kuroo who practically begs you to teach him how to kiss.

virgin!kuroo who comes in his pants, whining and grinding against your leg that's between his, the first time you two properly make out.

virgin!kuroo who cries the first time he fucks you because "oh, god, you feel so good, baby, so so good" and he can hardly take it.

#i have so much more to say about him please #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #sub haikyuu #hq x reader #hq smut #sub hq #dom reader #— for the ghouls

[xrcs]

slight sub ushijima + slight femdom reader

authors note – mmm. i love ushijima sm. this boutta be some softcore shit jus to get started.

content warnings – first time (for ushijima). rawdogging. praise. choking. porn w/out a plot. creampie.

ushijima watched as your naked body towered over his. his whole face down to his neck tomato red. how could someone be this beautiful with or without clothes on? his eyes scanned your shape, it’s like you could practically see the hearts as his pupils.

“you ready? jus’ let me know if you’re uncomfortable with anything. i’ll stop if you want,” you whisper into the shell of his ear. your hot breath tickling his ear love made him shiver slightly. ushijima slowly nodded, indicating that he was ready. for you. the way your lips travelled down his body made him go crazy.

hands snaking down his torso, fingers tracing every crevice of his rock hard abs. sucking and nibbling ever so slightly on his collarbone. “fuh.. fuck,” ushijima huffed, his cock throbbing and leaking pre. all this kissing and licking is already enough to make him cum.

small hickeys form all over his neck and collarbone. he’s your canvas, decorating him with every touch you make. you watch as he lets out small moans and huffs from your attack on his body. shit, he’s never felt anything like this before.

“name, i want– want you now. please, give it to me. i’m ready to be in your embrace,” ushijima breathed impatiently, his brown eyes looking strongly into yours. fuck, you couldn’t even say no. you wanted to give him the best first time, no teasing. just pure love and tenderness.

“okay baby, i got you,” you say while you grab his cock, lining it up with your folds. you’ve honestly been waiting for this as much as him. slowly, you sit down on his cock fully. giving him and yourself a minute to adjust.

ushijimas’ eyes roll back as he felt your warm, gooey insides wrap around his cock. his shaky hands grabbing your hips, holding you down. it was taking everything in him not to just cum right there and then. “goddd. i’m so in love with you,”

you start to lift your body up, dragging your walls on his dick. his head falls back as he sighs in pleasure. sweat rolling down his body, muscles tensing up. even the stretch is making you feel so good. his lengthy cock hitting all the right spots.

“take control of me,” ushijima whispers softly, looking into your eyes lovingly. you moan as you bring your hand up to his thick neck. wrapping what you can around it while squeezing. you can feel his dick twitch inside of you. you heard him utter a little ‘yes’ under his breath.

he feels like he’s losing control by the second. your warm juices flowing down his cock and thighs. ushijimas’ hips slammed up into yours, making you choke out. ramming into your pussy at a fast pace, his eyes are hyper focused on your tits bouncing.

his strong arms wrap around your waist as he abuses your cunt.

“a-ah! shit, ushijima! so fuckin’ good, makin’ me so full,” you moan, making him ram into you swiftly. the way your pussy lips envelops his dick. you’re clenching him so hard that he might just nut. his animalistic groans reverberate throughout the room, clapping sounds becoming more intense.

“again,” he huffs.

“praise me– ngh moree,” his mind is becoming more and more muddled as he fucks into your sweet pussy. drool slips past his lips, all swollen and pretty. “hittin’ it so fuckin’ g– mmm good! good fuckin’ boy,” oh no. he’s getting really close.

you choke him once again, bringing him to the edge. “agh! shit, ‘m gonna cum so hard. you feel so gooood,” ushijima slurs, eyes rolling so far back into his head. his grip on your hips is so tight that it might leave a mark.

you also feel really close. the coil in your stomach might just snap. his balls tighten up, his thrusting comes to a stop. hot, white fluid coats your gummy walls as you feel yourself coming undone too.

small whimpers come out of ushijimas lips, mind all fuzzy and dumb. you two look at each other in pure joy and love. slipping his flaccid cock out of your pussy, his cum spurting out in globs.

you two don’t want to move. ushijima brings his lips to yours and utters three special words..

“i love you,”

XRCS 2023

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[noyasmashing]

Between Lines

Sub!Kenma x Fem!reader

CW: caught jerking off, reader a lil mean, begging, kenma being a cry baby, phone smut

A/N: Kinda rushed this one tbh.. I don’t know if I’m a fan of it but I liked the idea

WC: 1,360

Kenma's quiet demeanor was a defining trait, one that set him apart from the crowd. He wasn't one to actively seek out friendships, nor did he make much effort to engage in conversations with girls.

However, you were the exception. The circumstances of how your nightly calls began was something Kenma could not recall; but it was evolved from your shared love of video games. But once the controllers were set aside for the night, the conversations continued.

Despite his reputation for silence, Kenma was an attentive listener. He found solace in the sound of your voice, absorbing every detail you shared – whether it was the latest gossip, your favorite TV shows, or the mundane details of your day. He was content with this, offering only occasional interjections or quiet chuckles in response.

When the topic inevitably turned to him, Kenma's responses were dry, stale. I mean, you tried to talk about him, but it’s like he was on a witness protection program. He always found a way to turn the conversations back to you.

You weren’t exactly sure why, as sometimes you would have to ask “Are you still there, Kozu?"

A soft "mhmm" would be his only response, a subtle reassurance that he was indeed still listening.

Tonight was no exception. The clock ticked past 10:00 pm, leaving Kenma’s room dark as he lay on his bed, phone pressed to his ear. Your voice filled the room, animated and excited as you recounted the latest episode from your favorite TV show.

"But can you believe that plot twist?" you exclaimed, your excitement palpable even through the phone.

"Yeah, it was unexpected," Kenma replied, his tone calm but laced with a hint of amusement.

As the conversation continued, Kenma found himself lying there, feeling embarrassingly aroused. Lately, he had been struggling to find release, but there was something about the sound of your voice that seemed to make him undeniably hard.

His hand started to wander lower, venturing into forbidden territory where his boxers were already dampened with precum.

"That reminds me, Kozu! What you pulled off during the last match was pretty impressive," you enthusiastically complimented him, completely unaware of the effect your words were having on him.

“o-oh really?” He asked shakily, shamelessly teasing his overly sensitive pink tip.

"Mhmm, good job, Kozu.” You chuckled, praising him once more for his gaming skills.

Now, of all times, was the worst moment to praise him like that. He was already so aroused! The tone of your voice, your affectionate words, and just your presence in general was too much for him. By now, he was shakily jerking himself off, beads of precum leaking out of his tip.

He attempted to stifle his sounds of pleasure, but his efforts were in vain as a loud moan escaped him, broadcasting through the mic. His moment of ecstasy was abruptly halted when the realization of his mistake hit him.

"Kozu?" you asked, surprised at his unexpected reaction. Kenma didn’t know what to do with himself. He could die right about now. The one time he decided to let into his urges and he gets caught!

Before he could gather his thoughts to respond, you continued with a mischievous tone, "Have you been getting off to my voice every night?" Kenma's cheeks flushed even deeper as he struggled to find words, caught off guard by your bold question.

"N-no... I just... I'm sorry," Kenma whimpered out, his embarrassment evident in his voice. Somehow, he found himself even more aroused than before. Being caught by you had an unexpected effect on his body.

He braced himself for your potential reaction—scolding, perhaps even the silent treatment, or worse. But instead, your voice cut through his panicked thoughts, softer than before, calm and understanding,

"Did you cum yet?" you asked curiously, your tone indicating a desire to help with his predicament.

"W-what?" Kenma asked, still expecting a reprimand from you, his confusion evident in his voice.

“Cum? Did you?” you asked, this time with a slightly firmer tone.

"N-n, no.. no I didn’t," Kenma told you anxiously, unable to believe you would ask him something so intimate.

“Do you want to?” you inquired, your tone still gentle, yet probing. Kenma couldn't decipher how you felt about the situation, but he responded with a shaky "yes," although it was an obvious answer.

Your light laughter filled the air, further fueling Kenma's embarrassment. "I won't stop you, Kozu. I was waiting for something like this to happen," you admitted seductively, your words sending a shiver down his spine.

Kenma let out a soft whine, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through him at your candid admission.

His hand slowly made its way back down to his aching cock, ready to relive himself of this burning feeling.

"What... what do you mean?" Kenma let out shakily, running his hand over the length of his throbbing erection. God, he was incredibly turned on right now, teetering on the edge of climax with every touch.

"Oh, come on," you teased, as if he should have known what you meant all along, though maybe he did, he wasn't sure. "Do you think I spend hours talking to you even when it’s late just for fun? I like you, Kozume. I really do," you confessed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

This time, Kenma let out a loud moan in response. You? You liked him? It was all too much for him to process.

"I want to see you," he whined, his voice filled with desperation, the sound of his frantic movements against his cock audible through the speaker, causing you to clench around nothing.

"You sound so pretty right now. I wish it was my hand doing the work for you," you remarked, ignoring his attempts at flattery.

He continued to diligently pleasure himself, while you comforted him with soft words, unwittingly encouraging his actions.

His breath became heavier, punctuated by moans and whimpers. "Please," he breathed out, nearing the edge of his climax.

"Please what, Kozu? Do you want to cum?" you asked warmly, causing him to nod his head rapidly, as if you could see him.

"Hmm?" you questioned at his silence. He let out a shy "can I?" seeking your permission for release.

"I don’t know…" you trailed off, feigning contemplation. "I’m kind of upset you touched yourself to my voice without me knowing. You're such a little pervert," you chided, and Kenma couldn't help but let out a mangled sob, his hand slowing its pace in response to your disapproval.

Hearing his slowed motions, you quickly scolded him,

"Don’t slow down if I didn’t tell you to.” This time you were much harsher than he expected. Tears began running down his burning cheeks, small apologies leaving his wet lips.

“If you wanna cum, beg," your demeanor shifted quickly, fueling his arousal even more.

He couldn’t believe you would make him do something so lewd, but he was too far gone to stop himself, "Please.. p-please [name], 'wanna cum so bad! I'm sorry.. mm sorry!" Kenma's voice came out in pitiful sobs, his desperation evident.

The sound of your tongue clicking, as if you weren’t satisfied with his pleas, only made him more desperate.

“I don’t know… maybe I should make you wait until I can touch you,” you remarked. But all Kenma could focus on was the “until I can touch you.”

The thought of you, looking at him with those pretty eyes as you made him cum on himself over and over again, was too much.

He let out more pleas and whimpers, his hips buckling pathetically into his own hand.

“I need to cum, it hurts. I haven’t in sooo long. Please, just this once.. one time,” he rambled, trying to convince you.

"Alright baby, let it out," you finally relented, and Kenma's moans grew louder as thick white ropes of cum flew out from his sensitive tip, coating his pale stomach. Small thank yous and pieces of your name left his lips as he hit his peak.

"Who knew someone so quiet would moan so loud," you remarked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

#sub haikyuu #dom reader #hq kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #sub!character #sub!kenma #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #haikyuu #dom!reader #phone #begginer writer #haikyu x you #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #haikyuu kenma #kenma #kenma fluff #video games #smut

[chaepink]

thinking about...

submissive good boys that are head over heels for you and would follow your commands obediently with hearts in their eyes. they just want to be good for you and love when you praise then. they can cum from your praise and small touches of yours alone! its cute. don't degrade them too hard cause they'll cry and look at you with a pout, begging you to praise them again. they know when they've been bad to you and would take punishments so well whether its you spanking their ass until they're sobbing or edging them until they're begging you to let them cum. but it doesnt matter as they'll still let out cute, little 'thank you's for punishing them. they let out such adorable whines when you call them a "goodboy" as their face flushes red and dick hardens.

note: gives similar vibes of puppy boys tbh...

#chaepink.nsfw #dom!reader #sub!character #dom reader #sub character #sub!jjk #sub!mha #sub!hq #sub!haikyuu #sub!csm #sub!kny #sub haikyuu #sub chainsaw man #sub jujutsu kaisen #sub mha #sub jjk #sub geto #sub gojo #sub obey me #sub sukuna #sub demon slayer #sub kny #sub!idol #sub!genshin #sub genshin #sub dbh

[slutfactory]

‘MILKING’ COW. ★ w. ushijima x m!reader. [requested!]

request by anon. “Ayo, idk if ur reqs are open, but can i request a cow Ushijima fic? Kinda down bad for him. Nothing specific so do whatever! Ty!

warnings. cow!ushi + m!farmer!reader, animal features (cow ears n horns), light overstimulation. nothin much tbh, just soft(?) sex w ushi. <3

author's note. same, anon. same. we love ushi gushi on this blog. also, soft boi hours + horny hours actually go pretty well together?? who would've thunk it?

<500 words yeh kinda short

you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but something about this felt oddly.. backwards..??

ushijima, as he had been doing for the past fifteen minutes, whorishly bounced up and down on your cock. even after both of you having orgasmed not too long ago, he didn't stop—

—oh. right. he was milking you. that's what it was.

wet plap noises, along with wakatoshi's mewls of pleasure filled the room, echoing against the walls. feeling a bit too sensitive, you stopped him, holding his hips in place when he lowered himself. the sight of your beloved, prized cow breeding himself on your cock and moaning like a slut was almost enough to make you cum again. right then and there.

the olive haired man looked at you, eyes filled with pure lust and desire. “i wan’ more.. please-.. ” he whined, squirming on your lap—you stifled a groan at this. “milking master feels so good.. ”

your dick twitched, hearing ushijima's pleas. he was so cute, and that made you want to ruin him. but, he wanted to be the one to do the milking this time—and after hearing him beg, you just couldn't say no. honestly, how could you? why would you?

releasing ushi's hips, you gave him an approving nod. he let out a few whines, quiet at first, but slowly increasing in volume, as he began to move again; at the same speed he did before you stopped him. you in turn, let out your own share of grunts and moans, much to his pleasure.

apparently, ushijima was also sensitive after orgasming earlier– or at least you assumed that from how his inner walls twitched and tightened around your shaft much more than before. adorable. “gonna cum already, baby?” he nodded, holding onto your shoulders a little tighter. “me too. let's cum together, 'kay?” you purred.

about thirty seconds of sloppy riding passed before ushijima came, spilling his load on his and your stomachs. this did not stop him, though—he was overstimulating himself now, but he wanted you to cum inside of him.

you of course granted his wish, as his cunt tightened around you as he continued riding you; which almost immediately brought you to orgasm. a strained groan left your lips as you did so. wakatoshi let out a broken whine as he felt your hot seed filling him up inside. “'s so hot.. ngh.. ” he muttered while trying to catch his breath. “master felt good too, right?”

also breathless, you chuckled softly and kissed his forehead. “of course, honey.” again, you chuckled, seeing his ears twitch slightly as his face lit up—seemingly with happiness and a bit of embarrassment. ushi buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you tried to ignore one of his horns lightly stabbing at your skin.

“c'mon. we have to clean up. i'll make your favorite food for dinner, alright?” you pat him on the head. a content 'mm.' was all you got in response.

#🎬 slutfactory productions #top male reader #seme male reader #x male reader #top reader #dom reader #dom male reader #sub haikyuu #haikyuu smut #ushijima x male reader #ushijima thirsts #ushijima smut #male reader smut #male reader insert #male reader #haikyuu x male reader

[vitamin-cunt]

Warnings: Sub! Kei, Dom! Reader, GN! Reader, penetration mentioned, but kept vague

Ride Kei and see how quickly he loses that ego.

Ride him until those snarky words turn into breathless nothings, until his hard, muscled thighs tremble underneath you, until he’s gripping onto anything and everything in a fruitless search for his sanity.

Ride him and see if he can put his money where his mouth is. See if all that talk amounts to anything.

Degrade him when it’s revealed that his word isn’t worth shit, what with the way he’s out of his mind with pleasure. Pleasure he’d claimed you couldn’t even dream of giving him.

Pleasure he’s shamelessly, better yet, earnestly pleading for you to continue giving him.

Make him count. Make him count how many times you bottom out on his weeping, swollen cock. Make him count and watch him go insane every time he loses count. Watch his face scrunch up and the tears fall out of frustration as you stop and tell him to start over.

Kiss those quivering lips and see how easily they yield to yours. Edge him and see how quickly brattiness and defiance turn into desperation.

Ride Kei until he passes out.

Ride Kei and see how quickly he loses that smart mouth of his.

#sub haikyuu #sub Kei #sub Kei Tsukishima #tsukki smut #kei x reader

[madammidnightsblog]

Karasuno: Risky sex

Timeskip Haikyuu!

WARNING: risky sex, mommy kink, slight bondage, finger sucking, public sex, locker sex, creampie, unprotected sex. Handjob, nipple sucking, shower sex, mention of blowjob, pegging, eating out, toys, anal, vaginal, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial, squirting, slight humiliation, thigh ridding, slight choking

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Daichi

You two were in the locker room, his hands tied behind him with your tie as you sunk down on to him. Without letting him adjust, you stuffed your fingers into his mouth as you bounced on his cock, his moans being muffled as he tried to stay still so he wouldn't knock something over. Your arms wrapped around his neck as your hips rolled downwards which made his eyes shut and moan more. The way his cock filled your cunt and digging deeper with every bounce made your pussy clench around him, his eyelids fluttering from the sudden tightness and he couldn’t help but unconsciously roll his hips which made your head hang low, moans of his name rolling off your tongue as your puffy clit grinds against his pelvis. Rolling your hips slowly, you moved your legs to sit on your knees to move easier and squeeze his cock tighter with the new position and the poor boy looked so fucked out that his head leaned back against the wall, lips parted as drool slipped down the corner of his mouth and eyes barely opened to see you smirk at him.

“Are you already fucked dumb, hm? Is my pussy that good you got so dumb?” You taunted as you reached up to tap his cheek to make sure he was still there.

He stuck his tongue out which you instantly knew what he wanted so you placed your thumb on the wet muscle which earned you a soft pant from the submissive boy, “Yes, Mommy.”

You both knew that fucking in the locker room in the police precinct was wrong, getting caught would put a dent on his image and record and you being a lawyer, it would cause rumors of inappropriate conduct but it made it worth it to you two. Something about being nasty in that room made you two more aroused than usual and you knew this would be a one time thing since this was way too risky to be a common occurrence so you had to make the most out of it. Pulling your thumb away and pulled the pussydrunk man into a sloppy kiss, tongues fighting for dominance while the lewd and wet sounds from where you two connected echoed off the walls and it only made Daichi more eager, moving his legs to bend them and thrusted up into you which made you pull away to moan and pull him close to your chest, his face pressed against the black lace of your bra which he was more than happy about.

“So eager.” You whispered while matching his thrusts, your sopping pussy sucking him in and clenching more around him, “Gonna make me cum baby, gonna cum.” Your head thrown back, his tip kisses your cervix.

“Cum, Mommy-” he was cut off by the sounds of laughter from outside the door, footsteps following after which made you two freeze.

Your eyes trailed to the door as the sound of laughter was coming closer and both of your guys' hearts were pounding against your chests but you didn't stop. Pulling your legs up into a squatting position and began to bounce quickly, trying to make you two cum quicker, not wanting to stop since you were so so close and his dick throbbed against your gummy walls which made you groan soggily. He stares up at you, his eyes glossy as he grows nervous since the laughing was getting closer and you were still bouncing, your fingers digging into his shoulders while you started to chant ‘cumming’ over and over until your cunt tightens around him and your juices spray onto his dick and lower abdomen, letting out a silent scream from the intense orgasm and he couldn’t help but cum too. Warmth filled your stomach as he released inside your cunt, thrusting sloppy to ride out his high as the people outside the room passed the door, signaling they were walking towards the evidence room.

Suga

Suga was pressed against his desk after you pushed everything off of it after locking the door before you even thought of touching him. His shirt was pulled off as you kissed down his neck, your tongue occasionally lapping at the soft skin which sent shivers down his spine and his hands clutching to your shoulders in an attempt to ground himself. Once getting to his chest, you noticed his puffy and pink nipples poking out, the small little buds enticing you so you just had to give one of them a kitty licks, loving how he would jolt with every wet touch to them and let out small squeaks in embarrassment. His hands went up to your hair and gently tugged on the soft strands while whimpering for you to stop, fearing they would get swollen and hurt but you showed no care as you mercilessly sucked and licked them like they were candy, moaning at how responsive his body was with every touch to the little buds. Looking up through your eyelashes, you made eye contact as you grazed your teeth against the aroused bud which made one eye closed as a shot of pain tingled across his chest but it only made his dick twitch.

"B-Babe.." he panted softly, hands leaving your hair to try to push you off but you only held his push against you, not leaving any room for him to escape.

Pulling away, a string of saliva attached to his nipple to your mouth made him gulp, "Yes, Kitten?" You purred, tongue licking at the perky nipple which made him whine.

"Can you take off my pants and touch me, please?" He asked, his voice was soft and whiny.

You smiled before placing a kiss to his nose then unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down to see he wasn't wearing underwear. You looked at his flustered form with a smirk, scoffing slightly at the thought of him not wearing any underwear while teaching to his students, his mind on you most of the day thanks to a picture you sent so you knew he was hurting most of the day due to the zipper pressing against his erection. Feeling generous, you cupped his balls and squeezed them which made him gasp, head leaned back onto his desk while his hands gripped your shoulders. Your hands rubbing in between squeezes, gently pinching the sack which has him whimpering and squirming under your touch as he lets out cries for you to stop being mean. Chuckling at how whiny he became, you slowly trailed your hand up, fingers softly brushing against his twitching and aching cock before they wrapped around his tip and slowly sunk down the base until they rested above his balls, hand squeezing around him.

“You look so pretty right now,” Suga let out shaky breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his hands clutched the end of his desk, “I just want to ruin you until you’re only able to remember just my name.” Your tongue glides across your lips at the delicious thought of him crying and ruining himself in such a place as his classroom, knowing anyone could walk past by and hear him crying for you.

Asahi

He was so nervous when you came into the bathroom when he was in the shower because this was his parents’ house, the couple was in the living room watching a movie and here you are, walking into the bathroom with lewd intentions. Locking the door, you turned to the tall submissive who was peeking out behind the shower curtain with a bashful expression and smiled before rushing to strip off your clothes which made him close the curtain quickly. Chuckling, you pushed the curtain open slightly and slipped into the shower to see Asahi covering his crotch with his hands, his face red as can be and his eyes squeezed shut. He was hoping you wouldn’t try anything with his parents home since you two came to visit on a holiday weekend but he should have known better, you love to test limits and be risky which he does like but at his parents’ house? He didn’t want them to hear him be so girly with you.

"Y-Y/n...... I th-think you shouldn't be in here..here.." he whispered, pressing his naked body against the cold tile wall behind him.

You smiled at the tall male and slowly approached him before trapping him with your hand on either side of him, "Darling, I know you want it, you always love being so lewd in the shower at home so why would it be any different here?" You meowled as he slowly opens his eyes to look at you nervously, sweat and water dripping down his face while he covers his crotch in hopes that his erection would go down.

He couldn’t help but get aroused by the situation. It was true, he loved shower sex because it made it easier for him to stand while you do whatever to him, caging him against the wall while the steam filled the confined space and made it a little hard to see his embarrassing expressions. Upon seeing his nervous form, you pulled your arms away from him which made him relax but he stiffened up once again when you slowly squatted down in front of him, being face to well, hands, with such an intimate area and you only have a expression of joy just knowing he was aroused just like you. You smiled while making eye contact as you pulled his hands away from his crotch before trailing your eyes to his crotch, allowing him to relax into your hold before stiffening once more when noticing how the look in your eyes showed no form of mercy, knowing you were going to do something that would make it hard for him to hold back any noise . Taking his length into your hand, you looked back at him to see him biting his bottom while pushing his long hair out of his face before looking back at his cock and pressed kisses to his tip.

“Relax,” you hissed softly, tongue out and pressed against the underside of his cock, “I’ll be gentle.” You manage to say before taking his length into your mouth.

Tanaka

Tanaka was bent over your old bed, your strap was deep in him as you pushed your sweatpants further down, pushing more into him which drew out a low grunt from the male. Tanaka was moaning loudly and crawling at your blanket to try to hold something, your right hand was holding his head down onto the bed as your left held his left thigh onto your bed, holding him flushed against you as you pounded into your husband. Your younger siblings were asleep two rooms over since you two were babysitting while your parents were gone for the week so you knew you two had a lot of time on your hands. Your thrusts grew sloppier as you leaned down to kiss his shoulder, trying to slow down so the kids didn’t wake but the way his hole gripped and sucked the strap back into him made it hard to pull out without him whining. He wanted you to keep going, go harder and faster, he didn’t want you to stop so he began to roll your hips back, meeting you halfway which pushed the toy deeper. The hand on the back of his head moved, sliding down to his lower back to hold him there while you began to pound into him, his eyes rolling back as his jaw goes slack, drool dripping down his chin while he let out a silent scream, unsure if he could even let out a sound as you showed no mercy on his poor ass. The hand on his leg let go and held his hip to pull him closer to the edge of the bed.

His eyes rolled back as your strap slammed right into his prostate, "F-Fuck yes Mo..Mommy! Rig.. Ngh...Right there!" He yelled; you quickly leaned forward and pushed your left hand fingers into his mouth to quiet him.

"You like that, huh? You like it when Mommy fucks you like the dirty little slut you are, huh?" You growled against his ear, your teeth scraping against his earlobe.

His moans muffled against your fingers with every thrust, his tongue swirling around them before slipping between each digit to soak them. His eyes were hooded in lust as the corner of his mouth curled into a lustful smile, drool and saliva dripped down his chin. Pulling more against your, you nibbled on his ear which made his dick throb and smear precum on your white blanket, your strap shoved completely inside him, making his vision go white as he cum while you drill more into him. He felt you in his stomach, reshaping his hole in the shape of your fake dick as you rearranged his guts until he was a drooling and braindead slut under you. Your lips pressed kisses to his check while you moaned out taunts just to see him whine and take your fingers further into his mouth, gagging slightly on them while his tongue continued to wet them. His mind was blank and filled with cotton, making him only be able to think of you, your scent and your fake dick. He didn’t care your siblings are sleeping, he wanted to show you how good you made him feeling so he pulled away from your fingers and squirmed under you, wanting to see you completely which thankfully, you understood so you pulled out which pulled a whine from his throat before helping him flip over, laying on his back and completely ignoring the fact he laid on his cum.

“Mommy,”he gritted his teeth as you pushed back into him, the strap slammed into his prostate which made his eyes screw shut, “Fuck, Mommy, ‘o good.” he cried as you rolled your hips.

A smirk formed onto your face, watching how his expressions changed every time the strap went deeper, “You really are one needy whore.”

Nishinoya

"Mommy~ I want my pathetic little dick in your pussy, " Noya purred as he pushed your body down onto his bed and he slowly crawled onto your lap, "What do you say Mommy? Let your little bitch fuck your pussy like the dumb slut he is?" His hands slowly slip into your bra and massage your breasts.

You looked at him with a amused expression, thinking of denying him but decided to give in, "Fine," you smirked and wrapped a hand around his neck, tightening it which had him moaning, "I will let you fuck me but if you dont make me cum within two minutes I'll punish you."

A lopsided smile formed on his face, his hips instantly grinding against yours, “Understood.”

With that, you moved your hand away which made him quickly slide off your lap and tug off your sweats, his tongue poked against his cheek while he struggled to calm himself long enough to pull the article of clothing off completely. Once he discarded the pants, he let out a whine once seeing your panties. The pretty purple and white lace made it hard for him to focus, he wanted to take them off but seeing the dark patch between your soft thighs made him decide against it and got on his stomach. Pulling your legs apart, he shoved his face between your thighs until his mouth was an inch away from your cunt, his hot breath against the wet patch on your panties made you shiver. You thought he was going to push the material aside but against your judgment, he parted his lips and pressed his tongue flat against your pussy. A moan fell from your lips as your hand went down to his head, lacing your fingers through his hair and yanking his head closer. His tongue moving up and down slowly and curling slightly to catch your clothed clit which made your thighs shake, the sensitive bud seemed to catch his attention clearly because he began to tease it with his tongue then catch it between his lips to suck on. Your fingers began to massage and yank at his head, trying to pull him off your poor little clit but Yuu wasn’t letting go, his hands held your plush thighs open as he continued his ministrations which ripped soft moans and whimpers from you, his eyes flicked up to yours to see how you glared at him.

“S-Stop Yuu,”a gasp was ripped from your throat as he pushed the now soaked material to the side and pressed his tongue flatly against your glistening folds, making your back bow off the mattress, “Fuck, baby, more.”

It wasn’t often that he could surprise you like this, you were usually more aware of his plan so seeing you pulling him closer and grinding down onto his tongue as his wet muscle slipped between your lower lips to slip into your sopping pussy, “So good.” his voice came out slurried as your slick filled his mouth, cumming quicker than you expected.

“What’s going on in there?” Takeo called from behind the door.

You both froze in place. You weren’t weren’t aware they were back, given the Tanaka siblings wanted to explore Rio for a while so it was surprising they came back hours earlier than expected. Pushing him off, you rushed to get dressed along with Yuu because knowing those two, they would storm in if they wanted to, “Nothing! J-Just unpacking!” you yelled back, in hopes she wouldn’t come in and bother you two just yet.

Kageyama

You both were in the supply closet in the gym, his cock ring was buzzing as he was on knees with his mouth attached to your clit. You stood above him as he ate you out, his tongue explored every inch of your pussy while he cried from sensitivity; you pressed a sock covered foot against his dick which he subconsciously began to grind against it. Your moans mixed with the wet sounds of him lapping up your juices and the humming of the cock ring filled the dark room. Your hands in his hair held him in place and gently guided him as you gently grinded down onto his face, watching how his eyes were closed in bliss and soft but slurried moans of ‘Mommy’ were muffled between your thighs. Your head was leaned back, moans and praises rolled off your tongue which only went down to his dick and he just slid his hands that held your calves up to your thighs and squeezed them. Something about stopping by during your lunch break just to be dragged to the storage room by Tobio just for him to have you sit on his face for an hour really melted you, it was as if he was sucking all the stress and tension out with every suck to your clit.

"Just like that, baby boy." You moaned as he slipped his tongue out and began to suck onto your swollen clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers and thrusting them into your dripping cunt.

"Mhm~ Mommy!" He hummed against your clit, he was completely in subspace as he forced his fingers to go further into you.

Kageyama was so lost in his task that he didn't notice the way you gripped his hair tightly in shock, Aran opened the door to get more volleyballs only to see you two once light flooded the room. Being so close to cumming, you only helped him stimulate your clit by slapping the small bud as you went back to grinding against him once Aran flusteredly shut the door, yelling at Atsuma and Bokoto that there were no more. It didn’t seem to bother Kageyama at all, he just yanked his hands out and buried his tongue back in, whining that he needed to make you cum with his tongue. His hips started to stutter with every grind of your foot, he was about to cum and you knew it so you moved your foot faster which made him pull back slightly to whine and look up at you with tears in his eyes. He looked so cute with flushed cheeks that had tears falling down them and his lower half of his face coated in your slick. Poor baby was so lost in the pleasure, you weren’t sure after this he'd be able to practice because he was too pussy drunk to think on his own. With one last rough rub to his throbbing dick, he came, releasing milky white liquid onto your soak and his stomach as his lips parted in a silent moan and his eyes rolled back.

Tsukishima

Your fingers were deep in his hole as he leaned forward in your lap, he sat in your lap with no intentions of this but you pushed his sweats and underwear down to access it. Tsukki pulled his sweater sleeve covered hand over his mouth as Yamaguchi and Hinata sat in front of you two studying, your fingers curling which made him choke back his moans. It was rare for these two to join your study date in one of the empty classrooms and they just so happen to bust through the door when you hand two fingers deep in the blonde’s hole. With his eyes trained on his notebook, he struggled to write down notes with every rub to his velvety walls and on top of that, the other two would turn to him occasionally to ask a question which earned them a shaky response and glare. He was praying they’d leave soon because you showed no sign on stopping soon which scared the boy, he was really worried that you’d make him cum in front of his friends, make him grip the table and let out such girly and gross noises in front of them while his eyes cross and he drools all over his study material because your fingers slam into his prostate. You hummed softly against the back of his neck happily while you stopped moving your hand and made him let out a soft sigh, swallowing all his shame as he thought you decided to show mercy since you started to pull you fingers out but panic and fear washed over his as he felt your ring finger press against his stretched hole. He turned his head and began to shake it slightly, staring back at you with wide eyes but the playful smirk and lustful gaze of yours made his already throbbing cock twitch painfully at the thought of being split open on your fingers in front of the others. Slipping in your new digit in with your others made him let out a strangled gasp and moan, head dropping into his hand as his eyes rolled back. The stretch was too much for him in this position, without warning, he creamed his pants once the third finger sat tightly along with the others and were jammed forward into his sensitive spot.

Leaning forward, you placed your head on his shoulder with a smirk on your lips, "You ok baby? Do you need help?" You asked for the two's attention, making his face burn more from embarrassment.

Tsukki grew ashamed of everything, getting off on Hinata’s and Yamaguchi’s concern for him but refused to let their attention grow more on him, "N..No I'm fine.." he grunted, your fingers thrusting quickly which made him bite his lip.

The two went back to working as Tsukishma tried to work on his notes and you grew more mischievous, scissoring your fingers making Tsukki's eyes widen while muffling his moans.he couldn’t help it anymore, bouncing slightly back onto your fingers and taking them deeper, you began to twist your wrist while pushing them deeper and curling them into all the right spots. He felt his stomach growing hot once again, knowing he was going to cum again soon made his head spin. Tsuki felt some disgust with himself, hating how he was getting off being fucked in front of his oblivious friends but who could blame him? His gorgeous girlfriend was finger fucking his ass while snaking her free arm around his thin waist to pull him closer, making him choke on his saliva as her three fingers were knuckles deep into his equivalent of a boy pussy and turning him into your own personal fleshlight for your fingers, making him cream his pants until it was soaked and uncomfortable to wear.

Kiyoko

Nothing was more risky in Kiyoki's mind than you being horny at a get together with the old team at the house. Your fingers were deep in her puffy pussy, thrusting them quickly in the bedroom as everyone else was getting drunk and talking about funny memories of high school. Loud wet squelches of her sopping pussy along with her high pitched moans made you groan, dipping your head down to flick your tongue at her swollen bud which made her hips jolt up into your touch. She knew she was being too loud with all the cries and moans but the poor girl couldn’t control her noises with every thrust into her sweet spot, making a new rush of slick to drip down your wrist and pool onto the bright yellow blanket under you both. Her sweet scent and taste made you drown into the basic urge to make her cum so you twist your wrist and curl you long digits into the sensitive gland, making her body jolt and shake, eyes rolling back and jaw going slack as she let out a loud cry while clear liquid sprays onto your arm and mouth. Her hands grip the sheet in desperation as you don't slow down, you only attack her poor pussy more while catching her juices as they release with your mouth.

“M-Mommy!” she cried, her head pressing deeper into the bed while her legs kick in sensitivity but you only replace your fingers with your mouth, sucking on her sensitive entrance.

Your eyes closed in bliss, holding her hips down onto your mouth, “That’s right pretty, give Mommy that sweet pussy.” you growled into her clit, forcing more cries out of her.

At this point she’s sure the others hear you two and it burned her cheeks in shame, she knew they wouldn’t let this go but at this point she couldn’t do anything but helplessly rut against your face while you bring her second orgasm close. Sucking and slurping at her gushing pussy made him whine and try once again to escape your intense mouth but you gripped her hips close, not giving her chance to run away which made her cry, pretty and fat tears falling down her sweaty and red face and her hands shot down to your hair and yanked it, body bowing off the bed while her thighs squeeze your head. She couldn’t control herself at all this point, her glasses now fully off her face while she thrash around while she pleads with you, begging you to let loose and give her a break but you didn’t listen or care, you wanted her to cum once more to get a better taste of her cum. Her soft and pale skin was wet with cum and sweat and painted with pretty hickeys and now forming bruises from your ironclad grip on her hips and thighs. She looked like a mess and you didn’t want it any other way.

Yachi

"Ngh~ ah! Ma..Mama!" She moans as your lips wrapper around her small nipple.

Her beautiful strawberry pink dress sleeves were pushed down to allow you to see her perky breasts and gave you access to her pretty pink erect nipples that were basically begging for attention. Pulling away from her nipple after sucking on it, you move to her neck and kiss the untouched skin, your hands pushing up the frilly skirt to rub her clothed pussy with your knee which made her hands hold your shoulders to hold her up and she instinct humped your thigh. The dressing room wasn’t big enough for more than two people so you really had to be careful not to alarm anyone or get hurt from fooling around so you stuck to pinning her against the wall. Her hips rutting against your thigh forced cute little moans out, her head pressed against the wall as her eyes closed from the pleasure and anxiety, afraid to look at you or anywhere as if an employee would walk in and see them. You found it so cute so you pressed your lips at the base of her throat and kiss the soft skin there while your hands dropped the skirt of the dress and trailed up to her waist and helped move more, dragging her hips faster and purposely scrapping your teeth against her skin which made her knees almost buckle.

“Look at you,” you pulled away to see her face slowly turning into a fucked out expression, “Getting fucked out already and I haven’t done much, just wait until we get home baby. Imma have you all spread out on the bed, pussy dripping, and your favorite toy shove so, so, so deep in your pretty little cunt it will split you open for me.” you whispered lustfully, making her circle her hips on your knee just to see her bite her lip to quite herself.

Her clit rolling and throbbing on your knee with every roll of her hips makes her slowly tense up, her orgasm close and she couldn’t help herself anymore, her hands on your shoulders let go to wrap her arms around your neck and pull you closer, “Oh god, please, don’t stop.” she whimpers, opening her eyes to stare into your with need.

Yamaguchi

Yams was panicking and for a good reason-You thought it would be a fun idea to mess around in Tanaka's house, in his bathroom to be exact. The old team was over to hangout and he brought you which wasn’t unusual but you horny since that afternoon after Yams thought it would be a good idea to send a video of himself fingering his hole when you were in class, all thanks to him having no classes. Yams was bent over the sink with your fingers deep in his hole, thrusting your digits quickly while pushing three fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back as your fingers in his mouth slipped further, hitting the back of his throat which made him gag around them. The fingers in his hole slowly scissored him open and he let out such a beautiful noise, gagging more along letting out broken moans all thanks to your fingers curling slightly into his prostate and it made his twitching dick leak all over the sink. Snot, drool, and tears were now dripping from his face and you forced him to face the mirror so he had no choice but to see how pathetic he looked and it really made him feel disgusted with himself. Getting ruined in his friend’s bathroom and he wanted it, it really made him want to cry if Tanaka were to question what they were doing.

"You look so cute like this, Yams." You purred against the shell of his ear, eyes staring into his through the mirror while pulling your fingers out, allowing him to breathe more.

Yamaguchi whimpers and coughs, his head hanging low while wiping his face off with his hoodie sleeve but was pushed down onto the sink counter which made him let out a squeak in surprise. You laughed softly before pushing one of his legs onto the toilet next to the sink and pulled your fingers out. Tadashi was nervous now. Slowly, he turned his head to the side to see you turning to your bag next to you, that was hanging on the door, and grabbed a glass dildo from the outside pocket which made his face flush a bright red. He was a stuttering mess now, trying to whisper-shout how it wasn’t a good idea but you ignore him since his body reacted differently. His aching dick was twitching and throbbing against the cold marble of the sink and his hips naturally pushed back like they always did when he was excited, and plus, he never said the safeword to stop so you knew he didn’t want to stop. and pressed it against his fluttering hole, "I'm going to stretch you open so good that you'll be begging for more." You growled.

Ukai

Nothing was more scandalous and risky for a coach than having sex during practice but luckily for him, there was a supply closet no one bothers to go in until after practice. You two were sitting on the floor room, in a far corner were he was fucking himself on your strap, heavy breaths left him with every bounce from him with the slaps of skin echoed off the dark room walls, his dick slaps against his shirt clad abdomen and stains the white material in how precum. His eyes rolled back, jaw slacked with his tongue lobbying out as he drools all over himself, and his head full of the thought of your fake cock stuffed deep in his hole. Leaning against the wall, you watched him while your hands pushed themselves under his shirt to play with his nipples and enjoy the view of him going dumb from your strap, cooing praises and dirty words at the braindead bitch in front of you. His hands gripping your shoulders tightly and his knees framing your sides as he bounces.

"Fuck! Mommy you're so deep!" His deep voice was low and husky as he moaned, eyes barely able to stay open and forced on you with every deep thrust to his sweet spot.

You smirked, "Am I?" With that your hands draped to his hips and held them down as you fucked up into him which made him go cross eyed.

His deep moans filled the room along with loud slaps against his ass, your hands slapping his ass with every thrust. He was feeling overwhelmed with everything, his mind going fuzzy and his eyes wide open as he clawed down your back, trying his best to hold onto you which made a large grin break out on your face. Not caring about how loud you two were at this point, you laid him down while thrusting into him; Ukai’s mouth hanging wide open in silent screams as he cums, painting both of your stomach in his release. His back bowing forward and molding into yours as you pound into it without rest, your feet locked in place as your thrust grows harsher and your hands on his hips slam him down onto your strap until he squirts his second release onto himself. The poor man’s vision goes completely white as he clings to you, deep cries and begs for more, despite the fact soon he will have to exit this room and dismiss everyone who may or may not be in the gym.

Takeda

Crying and pleading filled the empty teacher lounge room, Takeda on the couch naked as you hover over him, a vibrating dildo ruthlessly thrusted into his abused hole. The submissive male squirming and clawing at the cushions under him in an attempt to get away after his third denial of his release but you caged him under you, your knees pressed into his thighs to hold him in place. Angry growls and taunts left your lips while your free hand came down hard onto his balls, they’re a bright red from the hard hits that match his poor dick. The leaking and throbbing length of twitch against his lower abdomen pathetically and he just wished you’d let him cum but after his outburst a few hours ago from the stress made you refuse his release, wanting to make sure he’s aware of his place at the moment. Turning off the toy, he started to cry helplessly while trying to move his hips down onto to get himself off but you pulled the toy, earning a high pitch wail.

"No no no, please, Wanna cum ‘o bad! Please Mommy!” He sobs pathetically, tears and snot running down his face out of frustration and stress of being denied once more.

Pressing the toy against his puckering hole with a sadistic smile, "I bet you haven't told Ukai why you're so good at getting on your knees and begging for something ," shoving the toy back into him made his back bow off the couch, eyes rolling back as the toy was turned back in and thrusted directly into his prostate which made his body go limp as he cums hard, vision going white and a loud airy scream left his throat, "You're so fucking pathetic."

Ennoshita

"Get on your damn knees.” You purred, sitting on the edge of your chair and hiking up your skirt.

He didn't waste a second to drop to his knees and buried his face between your thighs and licked your wet folds. Your hand went into his hair and massaged his scalp while he works his tongue up and down your pussy, tongue circling your clit before dipping down to press into your entrance. His eyes flicked up to you, silently asking permission but you raised an eyebrow which he took it as a no and went back to reading your little bud. It was your guys break so you two spent it in your office, having him work all the tension out so he shoved his face further into your cunt, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucked on it gently which made you lean back into your chair, using your free hand to undo your blouse and cup your bra clad breast, gently kneading it. Chikara was moaning into your sex with every suck at your clit down to your lower lips, sucking and slurping at your slick but never pushing his tongue into you like he wants to. He was a good boy after all.

“Just like that baby, give my clit some kisses.” You moaned, gently dragging his head back up to the throbbing bud that he quickly kissed and licked.

“Doctor l/n, I need to talk to you about something.” Your friend, Doctor Ito called from behind the closed door following a knock.

Quickly, you fixed your shirt and pushed you and him further under the desk, “C-Come in!” With that, Doctor Ito opened the door and walked to the front of your desk.

Hinata

His lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and slobbering all over the aroused bud as your hand pumped his dick with the flesh light, bring him to his first orgasm in the guest room of Kenma’s house. He knew it was wrong to do this at his best friend’s house but you promised to be quick about it so he allowed you to pull him into your lap and have your way with him. His eyes are closed and he shoves his face further into your breast, sucking harsher when the toy was squeezed tightly around his length and jerked up and down his base, hugging his throbbing dick in the tight and wet walls of the toy. Mindless blabbering left his lips as he popped off your nipple, his eyes cracking open slightly to stare at you with a distant look. Poor boy gets easily drunk off pleasure. Moving your hand in a different position, you began to pump the toy faster which made him wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull himself against you and bury his face into the crook of your neck. Moaning and hiccuping into your skin, Shoyo began to gently thrust up into the toy, cumming in the fake pussy shape toy.

Your hand doesn’t ease up, in fact it seem to move faster making him shake and cry from sensitivity , “It’s ok baby, Mommy is here,” you press a kiss to his shoulder, “Mommy is going to make you feel so good.”

Hinata couldn’t form words besides “please” even though he wanted to stop, not wanting to get too loud and bother Kenma with such inappropriate noises but he couldn’t. Hinata just kept moaning and whimpering for more which earns him hushed praises and kisses while your hand moves the toy, ducking his cum deeper into the toy. Pumping his dick steadily growing slower every time he whimpers out please and breathily laugh at how cute he was, thrusting into the toy and clinging to you the best he could and not once looking at you.

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PRETTY BOY KEIJI <3 akaashi keiji x top amab reader drabble

minors, fujoshis and blank blogs DNI.

Pretty boy Akaashi Keiji loves bouncing on your big fat cock. Have him wear your jersey which is too big for him. Or maybe he'd lift it up a bit to show you the outline your dick is making in his womb tummy. He'd be such a whiny and moaning mess, not to mention his moans would be high-pitched anyone would mistake them for a girl's.

Or maybe he'd suck on your cock while wearing his glasses. He may not look like it, but he's an absolute monster at deepthroating you, no matter what your size is. And he's such a tease, dragging his tongue up and down your shaft, tracing every bulging veins, only to stop at your tip. Force it down his throat, please. He loves it when his throat is being used as nothing but a fleshlight for you to use. Cum inside his mouth, don't forget to spurt out some on his glasses.

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A Helping Hand

PAIRING: timeskip!Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader 

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: oral (m and f receiving), edging, fingering, masturbation (m and f), cum eating, size kink (kinda sorta), hair-pulling, light praise kink, lowkey pining on your part, subby!Bo (mostly)

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

SUMMARY: Of all the things you’d help your roommate with, improving his sex life wasn’t on the list. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Still losing it over the fact that lil Bo went to college. Love that for him <3

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

Life is full of surprises, you suppose. 

For starters, you didn’t expect to hear your roommate’s frustrated voice cursing loudly from his room. Your laundry basket falls from your grasp from the startling sound. A day meant for completing chores hadn’t changed much for you so much as it had decided to prioritize different tasks. You didn’t think this would be the case upon opening Bokuto’s door. 

Slumped against the headboard of his bed sits the eccentric volleyball player, the hem of his t-shirt trapped between his teeth and boxers down to his muscular thighs while his hand is wrapped around his hard cock.

The sound of his door opening has his attention snapping towards the entrance, his face morphing into a mortified expression upon finding you standing there in shock. 

“(Y/N)!” Bokuto stammers, his posture straightening as his shirt falls onto his torso. “You’re back early! Um… already done with the groceries, huh?”

“Found everything we needed pretty quickly, yeah.” You force your gaze elsewhere as you find your voice. “You didn’t hear me come in?”

Your roommate doesn’t answer. With the awkward silence that fills the room, it’d be best for you to walk out as if none of this ever happened. Easier said than done when your feet seem glued to the floor and your eyes itch to catch another glance, though. 

“It’s not what it looks like,” he insists, panic evident in his tone as he waves his (unoccupied) hand in front of him. “I’m just… uh—”

“It’s fine,” you cut off, surprising yourself with how calm you sound. “It’s completely normal and healthy to, uh, masturbate.” You cringe at the word, your fingers twiddling mindlessly. “Anyway, I should’ve knocked first. I just thought you got hurt when I heard—”

“I wasn’t!” Bokuto blurts. He quickly glances down, remembering he’s still exposed, and tucks himself in just as fast. “I’m training.”

Your head snaps back to face him, your expression perplexed. “What?”

With his face growing redder, you realize that one word was one word too many. 

“Gotta up my stamina,” he clarifies, voice becoming somewhat steadier. “The team–well, mainly Tsum-Tsum–was joking about how I’ll stay single forever if I don’t last long in bed.” You don’t get to ask him how he got to that conversation; then again, you’re not sure you want to know. It’s Miya Atsumu he’s talking about. “And, well… I figured I could prepare myself by, um… jerking it ‘til I last longer. I was trying to think about other stuff to stop me from finishing early, but all it did was make me sad.” His tone falters as the tips of his hair droop, a pout forming on his lips. “Now I’m trying not to cry, ‘cause that’s also a turn-off in sex, apparently.”

…

What do you say to that? 

The shock from catching him in a compromising position has long since evaporated, and now confusion swoops in to take its place. Your immediate reaction usually would be to laugh, more out of nervousness or discomfort than actually finding anything humorous, but knowing your roommate, he’d take it to heart. You’re also certain that dismissing yourself to resume your tasks is too late, and with Bokuto starting to sniffle, there’s only one thing you even think to do.

“Ko,” you sigh without sounding discouraged, taking your time to sit at the foot of the bed. “I’m no expert on your abilities, but you should give yourself more credit than that. I’m sure with your training, your stamina is more than fine.” You hesitate, unsure if this path is the way to go. Regardless, you don’t allow your face to show your uncertainty. “Even if that isn’t the case, that’s okay! It’s completely normal to not last a long time.” Finally, the wing spiker peers over at you, giving you doe eyes while subconsciously leaning in. “As long as you show your partner that you’re putting in some kind of effort for them, isn’t that what really counts? It doesn’t hurt to ask them what they’re into: you’re no mind-reader, after all.”

You’re not given a response for some time, and part of you wonders if you’ve possibly said too much. What were you trying to reassure him of? Despite the situation, he doesn’t appear as uncomfortable as one normally would. And the last thing you would want is to make him feel that way. Still, all you did was walk in on him at a bad time; you should have walked away. 

“What do you like?” His voice cuts through your thoughts. You’re not sure if it’s the meek tone or the question itself that takes you aback, but either way, your brain spirals with more questions of its own instead of an answer for him. And when Bokuto’s expression matches yours, wide eyes and parted lips, his fingers play with the hem of his shirt. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry—”

“No!” you exclaim, causing his attention to snap back to you. It doesn’t take much from Bokuto for you to give in to him. But whenever his eyes glimmer as he beams at you, helping him in whatever he needs becomes worth it. Besides, as dense as he may be at times, he’s still aware of others and their emotions. Making you uncomfortable is never his intention. Maybe you spoil him too much, or perhaps you just trust him enough not to take things too far. Regardless, a part of you is eager enough to want to know where all of this could possibly go. “I mean—it’s fine. Really.”

“I can just ask Akaashi,” your roommate assures, getting up to reach for his phone. 

You panic, grabbing onto his wrist before he can move any further. Akaashi’s been through enough.

“Look,” you breathe out the anxiety before proceeding, “We’ve been living together since our college days, Ko. We shouldn’t have to tiptoe around each other about stuff forever. Sure, there are limits, but so long as we respect each other’s boundaries, I think this is something we should be able to discuss.” You chuckle for good measure. “It’s not like this is the first time I caught you in an awkward predicament.”

Bokuto’s face glows a bright red–honestly, it probably hasn’t stopped doing so–as he recalls your implications. Making oneself at home is not a saying he takes lightly; him strutting around the comfort of his apartment in nothing but a towel is a common sight you witness. (The times you caught him in even less are a different story.) An old habit that started as soon as he could walk, even with two older sisters in the house. They moved out once he hit his double-digits, and he doesn’t even realize he does it anymore. 

“Right,” he mumbles before nodding at his bed. “The sheets are clean, by the way. Don’t worry.”

Taking his word, you shift closer to the athlete, the two of you directly facing each other with only a foot-long distance between your bodies. 

“Okay,” you breathe, eyes not knowing where to look. “What exactly do you want to know?”

Bokuto scratches the nape of his neck, lips pressed into a thin line. “I dunno. I still wanna last long enough to make the other person feel good. So… any suggestions?” When you don’t offer a response, he continues. “I already told you about the sad thoughts as a distraction and jerking it a bunch of times ‘til I can hold out longer—and trust me, I’ve tried a bunch of ti—”

“Okay, okay!” you cut off, raising a hand to silence him. Fixing your posture, you attempt to ignore the heat radiating from your face. “How about edging?” The athlete tilting his head to the side is more than enough of an answer. “Kind of self-explanatory. Just keep making yourself feel good, and then stop when you’re about to… finish.” Bokuto stares at you, though you can’t say if it’s because he’s still processing your words or if his mind is blank. “Totally cool if you’re not comfortable with any of this.”

“I want to,” your roommate perks up, changing his sitting position with a gulp. The reason behind the actions wasn’t hidden quickly enough: you catch sight of his returning bulge before he can lift his knees to his chest. “So,” he coughs, golden eyes focusing on anything that isn’t you, “have you… tried it? Just wondering if it’s any good, you know?”

“O-Oh,” you stammer, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together. “Well, only a couple of times. Not for me specifically, but my hookup liked it.” Hesitantly, you force a glance toward your roommate, whose blush has now travelled to his ears and neck. “Everyone’s different, you know? I preferred telling him when to stop instead of being edged myself. Maybe you’ll like it. Doesn’t hurt to try new things.”

All of this could be going absolutely nowhere, and realizing this makes you subconsciously slouch in disappointment. Talks like these, the personal ones, are rare with Bokuto. You’d discuss the future in your college days, and you’d discover a side to him, a calmer one. This talk’s different, of course. And you’re more than eager to keep it going, albeit just as anxious should a line be crossed. Still, this feels like the longest conversation you ever had with him, which you know is false. A chatterbox if there ever was one, he speaks more than he doesn’t. Sometimes you have to find ways to end the chit-chat yourself. Now you’re the one looking for something to say. Is there anything more to say?

Whatever the answer may have been, Bokuto beats you to it. “Do you want to try? Edging me?”

A simple yes or no question from someone who isn’t looking for anything other than a simple yes or no answer. Yet, with the possibility of where this situation may go being too good to be true, you swallow down your excitement. Just in case.

“I’m a bit confused with your questions.” A timid laugh escapes you as you scratch the nape of your neck, though for once, you’d say you’re anything but uncomfortable. “Are you trying to better your stamina or learn how to pleasure your partner in bed?”

“Can’t I want both?” the athlete purses his lips in thought, the question for him just as much as it is for you. 

“Well, yeah. I guess.”

“Then let’s try it.” Bokuto’s eyes light up as his expression becomes serious. You recall seeing him make that face during his games, focusing on the ball before spiking it into the opponent’s side of the court.

A chill tumbles down your spine as a flame rises to your face. “What are you saying we do exactly?”

“Whatever we want,” he shrugs. His nonchalance has you slumping in your spot as you recall being the one trying to reassure him only a minute ago. The myriad of emotions he offers combined with the amount he’s ripping from you taxes your energy: today was meant for chores, damn it. “You said we shouldn’t have to hide stuff from each other, right? Unless you don’t want to, we can talk about and try stuff together and still be friends. You’re pretty smart when it comes to these kinds of things, yeah? Help me out, and maybe I can do the same for you in return.”

Stuff, things. Vague words with thousands of implications. Even within context, your brain spins in a blender trying to find more specific replacements for them, only for them to fluster you further. 

But this is Bokuto you’re talking about: a walking contradiction. Spontaneous and comfortable enough to be unpredictable, yet open enough to have a list of weaknesses written out by his peers in preparation. You’ve witnessed his heavy mood swings—helped him out of them, even. You also know, by now, what sets them off. Your answer won’t be one of them, so why walk around those eggshells he didn’t even place before you? 

“Okay,” you nod curtly, proud of your voice for not wobbling. Bokuto beams, puffing his chest out.

“Great!” he gushes. A pause. “Now what?”

Bless his heart, you almost sigh as your body relaxes. Instead, you take a deep breath. “Strip, maybe?”

Your roommate nods, humming in approval before immediately shifting his position to swipe his shorts and boxers down.

This isn’t the first time you’ve caught a glimpse of Bokuto’s cock—again, what little awareness he has left flies out the window after he showers. This is, however, the first time you notice the details. You forget how big, how thick, he actually is until you catch sight of it again, and you’re certain this fact will engrain itself in your memories after this experience. The flushed tip and veins scattered around the shaft don’t pass your observation, either, only adding to the intimidation as it stands tall. Is that thing staring at you?

You salivate from the sight, yet your roommate peers at you worriedly, your silence taking him down the road of insecurity. “Does it look gross? I swear, I wash it during every shower and bath—I’m thorough, too! Well, not in a weird way. I mean, like I—”

“Ko!” Your sudden outburst has him clamping his mouth shut and straightening his posture. You soften your tone, your expression almost apologetic. “It’s not that. Your size just… caught me off-guard, I guess.”

“Oh,” he mumbles, taking in your words with a light pink dusting his cheeks. Once your response fully processes through his brain, his eyes widen before he puffs his chest out, a sudden wave of confidence washing over him. “Oh!”

The athlete grins, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as his worries evaporate. You watch with tired eyes, wondering if you should say something to get him off his high horse. You figure no, a happy Bokuto is better than an anxious one, especially in a situation like this. Your focus trails down to your shorts before you hook your thumbs past the waistband. 

The duo-haired male’s laughter dies down when he catches sight of you shifting to sit with your legs spread, shorts and panties already on the floor. His stare, plus your arousal so close to dripping from your entrance, sends heat to your face. Your eyes refuse to look up at him, instead training on the sheets you’re certain you’re going to stain. 

“Normally, I’d start with foreplay to get me ready,” you mumbled hesitantly, toying with the hem of your shirt. You laugh dryly, almost cringing at the lack of enthusiasm. “But I guess that won’t be necessary this time.”Your fingers take their time sliding down to separate your lower lips. You catch Bokuto’s gaze darkening as it zeroes in on the mess between your legs. “We’re both going to start, but you follow the pace I set for you. If you’re going to cum, tell me and stop when I tell you to. I’m in charge of your pleasure, understand?”

You finally look back at him. Though your words hold power, your tone still carries hesitance. Then again, you never thought your relationship with your roommate would become any more intimate than accidentally using the other’s toothbrush or cleaning their dirty underwear (or catching the other straight out of the shower, you suppose). Despite his lack of predictability, messiness, and loud personality, Bokuto is the best roommate you’ve had. Your movie marathons are full of laughter and inside jokes you wouldn’t trade for anything, he surprisingly plays the role of therapist pretty well with his emotional intelligence as he listens to your problems and offers advice, and he’s your reminder to enjoy life past all things work-related. His attractive physique is also a bonus, with tight shirts giving you plenty of eye candy while every pair of pants he sports compliments his ass. Pair that with his boyish nature, and you can’t help but harbour some feelings you’d rather not admit. This moment may be your big break; you only hope it’s the same for him.

The athlete gives you a nod, words seemingly failing him as his eyes continue to be mesmerized by your slick-stained cunt. You tilt your head upwards, signifying that he can start. With a shaky breath, he wraps his hand around his girth, gathering his precum with his thumb before slowly stroking himself. It’s when he hisses at the contact do you start as well, swiping some of your essence before bringing your fingers to your clit. You sigh as you circle the tiny pearl, eyes fluttering closed from bliss and embarrassment. They don’t stay that way for long, however, as all it takes for you to open them once more is the sound of your roommate whimpering your name. 

Bokuto’s head is thrown back as his pace quickens ever so slightly. The light blush on his cheeks evolves into a vermillion veil on his neck and chest, his skin shining from the first drops of sweat forming on his face and body. His cock seems to drool more than it was moments ago, white liquid gliding down his shaft and pooling at the base. The tip isn’t in any better condition, its colour darkening to a more aggressive shade of red. A solid man reduced to a puddle in a matter of seconds is enough to give you your voice back and make your cunt throb.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cum already,” you quip, though your voice wobbles near the end. 

“N-No,” he rasps weakly, brows creasing. “It just feels good, is all.” The wing spiker cuts himself off to catch his breath, and you watch as his chest rises and falls with every pant. “Does it feel good for you, too?”

You breathe a laugh, rubbing tighter circles as your boldness feeds off his uncharacteristic bashfulness. 

“Yeah,” you hum, tilting your head to the side. “Real good, but you know,” you spread your legs further apart, “what I’m doing right now to myself, not everyone is into.”

Your gaze falls from Bokuto’s face to his cock once more, watching as he bucks his hips into his fist. For a moment, you imagine being in his hand’s place, squeezing him for everything he’s worth and forcing whimpers out of him. 

Your roommate moans. “Don’t care. I wanna know how you feel now.”

Your lids droop at his stubborn words. If he continues the behaviour outside the bedroom, you might remain lenient with him forever. Part of you wonders if that’s even such a bad idea, coddling someone whose happiness will always return the favour. 

“My body feels hot,” you start, squirming in your hold as you try to find your following words. “Playing with my clit always feels best, makes me cum real hard, but you know,” your digits momentarily leave the sensitive nub to slide down to your hole, index finger taking its time entering, “sometimes I just need something inside me.” You’re certain you can already squeeze another finger in, and you prove yourself correct as the middle one joins in. Pumping the digits inside you has you mewling and rolling your hips in tandem, making you almost lose your train of thought. 

Bokuto whines at your narration, and you both shiver. “Fuck, (Y/N). Gonna… gonna—”

“Stop.” Your voice has a mind of its own once you realize what he was implying. The athlete follows your command without hesitation, though it doesn’t stop him from whining at the loss of contact. You catch his cock twitch, precum oozing down the shaft; the sight alone has you clenching around your fingers, but you don’t halt your movements.  

“(Y/N),” your roommate pants, digging his nails into his thighs. “C’mon, I’ve waited long enough.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to try this?” You purse your lips, clearly unamused. “I only stopped you once.” When all you’re offered is a whimper and pleading eyes, your actions aren’t your own. Along with slipping your hands out of your pussy (much to your displeasure), your newfound confidence asks the athlete, “Do I need to do all the work for you here?”

The question almost didn’t register for him, his brain hazy as his glossy eyes focus on your slick-stained fingers. Bokuto only snaps out of his floating cloud when you crawl to settle between his muscular thighs. You peer at him, surprisingly patient as you await a response. 

“I’ll be good,” he barely manages to whisper. “I’ll be so good for you. Please.”

With the prettiest confirmation wobbling past his swollen lips, you shift in your spot as you lean down, your face mere inches away from his weeping cock.

Your out-of-nowhere confidence rush affects your cheekiness as well, making you kitten lick his tip to gain a reaction. You’re rewarded with shaky breaths and a whimper of your name. It’s more than enough to have you engulf the mushroom head in one swoop and suckle it clean. You hardly get to process the tingling of your tastebuds when your roommate suddenly bucks his hips, almost making you gag.

“Sorry,” he stutters breathlessly as you pull away. “Please, don’t stop.”

You narrow your eyes at him, and for someone with such a large build, Bokuto never looked so meek. “Do you, or do you not, want to hold out for me?”

Your sudden coldness makes the duo-haired male shiver. With glossy eyes, your roommate grabs onto your wrist, mumbling apologies and promising he’ll “do whatever you say, be sosososo good.” From what you heard from Akaashi, the athlete’s mood swings are no longer as intense as they used to be back in high school. They don’t overwhelm you any less, though; he wants to make you proud, and you want to give him a day to remember. 

With a final deep breath, you swoop back to swallow more of his cock. Easier said than done: you’re certain the only way to take him down your throat is by unhinging your jaw. If you weren’t so eager, you’d take your time with each inch. Instead, you accidentally gag yourself, only managing to regain composure moments later. Your head bobs at a moderate pace while your hands follow along by jerking whatever you can’t take in your mouth. Your slurping and light gagging overpowers the athlete’s grunts and gasps, you notice in disappointment. But when you catch his thighs clenching and unclenching from the corner of your vision, you consider it all worth it. 

Your jaw aches; bitterness seeps onto your tongue as Bokuto’s cock continues to leak. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he had already finished. Then he gasps your name: a warning. You pull back once more.

You clear your throat. “Still going, huh?”

Your roommate tries to catch his breath, a shiver of neglect cascading down his spine. 

“Please.” His eyes do more pleading than his words and tone, his will close to shattering as he hiccups. “This is the longest I’ve managed to last. I can cum now, right? You don’t need t’keep dragging this on, (Y/N). C’mon—”

You haven’t been keeping track of your little session with the wing spiker. And if his claim is true, there’s no reason to drag it out any longer. Still, seeing him in such a vulnerable place outside his mood swing lows, all teary-eyed and sniffling and red, makes you want to tease him just a bit longer. This is an experiment for you just as much as it is for him now. What happens should you push him to his limit? How far would he go to achieve his release? Would you be the best he’s ever had? Or, the only one he’ll ever want to have again?

There’s always next time to figure all of that out. (Next time? Next time.) If your jaw didn’t feel like it was about to disconnect from the rest of your face, you’d give yourself a little more freedom. 

“So needy,” you mutter. “All right. I’ll let you cum this time. Don’t think I’ll always be this lenient with you.”

Whatever implications that last part brought with it, neither of you got to register it; you didn’t want to, and Bokuto couldn’t. The athlete only mumbles his thanks breathlessly as you go down on him once more. 

You make quick work, bobbing your head faster than before while your tongue slithers around the shaft and drags along a prominent vein on the underside of his dick. Your roommate does little to stop himself from vocalizing his pleasure, moaning loud enough to mask whatever sounds your mouth is making. Whenever you need a break, your hands join in, jerking whatever they can hold while you suck on his tip. It isn’t until you fondle his balls that he howls. 

“Cumming!” Bokuto cries in between rapid and heavy breaths. “Fuck, cumming! Fuckfuckfu—”

A large hand finds itself on the back of your neck, keeping you in place as the owner’s hips buck into your warm mouth. Your eyes widen and water from the sudden invasion, and you have to squeeze your left hand into a fist to prevent yourself from choking on the spurts of cum. You try to distract yourself by listening to the wing spiker’s drawn-out groan—you could probably feel the vibrations coming off from him if you truly pay attention. 

The second you’re able to pull away, you do so sputtering. Bokuto’s at your side in a second, hand on your back.

“Shit,” he rasps. “Sorry, sorry. I’m—holy shit, sorry.”

You swallow whatever you can before swiping your lips with the back of your hand, your face growing warm. So much for your little power trip.

You lift your hand to him. “It’s fine.”

A silent “okay” is all you hear from the athlete before the room falls silent. You should probably keep up your façade while you still can, you figure, though words fail you as you wonder where to bring this session. 

You furrow your brows at the sudden pang between your legs. You never got the chance to finish, too eager to feel your roommate as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Your thighs clench, something he doesn’t miss. 

“Did you, um,” he swallows, “you know—”

“Hm?” Your head snaps up to face him. “Oh! Um, no. Not really.” The athlete falters, the ends of his hair drooping. It’s enough to alarm you. “But it’s not like it’s your fault or anything. I stopped because I wanted to focus on you, that’s all.”

His posture and expression remain unchanged, though his insecurity seems to have moved aside as he rubs his chin, pondering. After several moments, he slams his fist into his palm.

“So now it’s my turn.” The athlete states matter-of-factly. 

You quirk a brow at him. “You had your turn already.”

He shakes his head, his face somewhat eager. “No, no. I mean, now I’m going to return the favour.”

You blink, then your hands fly forward, your mouth speaking before your brain fully processes. “You don’t have to—”

Bokuto grabs your wrists, his expression morphing into a heavy one. You freeze.

“I had two goals in mind, remember?” He pauses, reading your face to search for any signs of discomfort. “Let me make you feel good, like you did for me.”

The aching between your thighs answers for you long before the rational part of you does, and you hate how convincing it is. 

You sit back, resting your weight on your hands and slowly spreading your legs. “Better make me proud, then.”

Your poor attempt does little to soothe your nerves, but luckily your roommate’s enthusiasm does plenty to move you forward. Lying on his stomach with his legs swinging in the air, Bokuto hooks your knees over his shoulders before eagerly licking an experimental stripe across your cunt. Your surprised gasp is enough encouragement for him as he quickly gets to work, practically making out with your pussy. 

He’s sloppy, but that’s to be expected. You’re not sure if he’s just forgotten what you told him before, or if he’s excited to try whatever’s been handed to him, but at least he cares. 

His nose nudges against your clit, and you grind against his face to reach for that pleasure. The wind spiker groans, then stops.

Before you complain, one of his hands snakes toward your pussy, tracing your lower lips as he ponders. Once he’s gathered enough slick, he slowly presses a finger into your entrance, watching as the hole swallows him. 

You mewl. “What are you—”

“You liked this, didn’t you?” your roommate hums, licking his lips. He sounds eerily calm; focused. 

A simple question that you can’t answer, not when he goes back to devouring you. The digit inside you doesn’t seem to remember it’s in there until it suddenly does and wiggles around experimentally until you give the proper reaction. 

“Ko!” you wail, hands finding his hair and tugging as you lead the pace. He grunts at the burning of his scalp before trying to slip another finger in without pulling away. The stretch of a second digit makes you wince, what with his hands being larger than yours. Your roommate makes up for it by finally focusing on a specific task; his lips wrap around your clit, suckling on it as his tongue laps at the sensitive pearl. “Doing so good for me, Ko. Don’t stop, okay? Just curl your fingers a bit and—fuck….”

Obedient as ever, the duo-haired male adds more eagerness to his movements, if possible. Your hips continue to grind against his face, matching his rhythm in a sensual dance you’ve both swiftly learned the choreography for. 

Your patience soon blesses you with an oncoming orgasm, one you can practically taste so long as the athlete between your legs maintains his actions. You barely manage to warn him of your high, your hold on him growing firm to stop him from ruining the set pace.

Bokuto groans deeply once more, and the vibrations that follow soon after are the last straw for you; hunching over your roommate’s frame, you drag a moan out from your throat as your jaw falls slack. Tremors spread throughout your body, tiny burning sparks from a roaring flame.

However long it drags on, you’re keeping your roommate down. He doesn’t complain (mainly because he can’t): whatever noises he manages to choke out answer in his stead, saying more than words ever could. 

Heaven doesn’t last forever: you come down from the high while Bokuto’s lungs find fresh air. Not that he takes the time to breathe it in. Instead, he hastily sits up, pulling you by your shirt to slam his lips against yours. You’ve barely calmed down, and having to process his actions, as well as the sudden taste of yourself on your tongue, heightens your senses. 

He hastily pulls away before you can do anything, clearly flustered. 

“Sorry!” He’s babbling excuses, or at least, he’s trying to. You pull him back to shut him up, the kiss being far more gentle this time, barely a peck. It’s enough to silence him for a few seconds. “Thanks.”

What for, you don’t know: for the kiss, for helping him? 

You smile at him regardless. Dismounting the bed with wobbly legs, you pick up your discarded clothes and put them back on.

“That was fun.” You feel and sound awkward. What you were worrying about before comes back to bite you in the ass, and all you can do is distract yourself by looking at anything but him. “With a bit more practice, you’ll be a master in no time.”

Even with your focus on your shorts, you can sense your roommate perking up at your words. 

“So, you wanna do this again, then?” You’re so surprised by his question that you almost miss his hopeful tone and gaze. Your fingers subconsciously pick at the bedsheets. 

“If you want?” you say, unaware of the corners of your lips twitching upwards. You never can say no to Bokuto, can you? A weakness of yours you don’t think you’ll ever overcome, but won’t stop asking why it continues to hold you back. Then he smiles, wide and shiny and all the way to his eyes; you forget he’s still naked from the waist down. That’s why you confidently smile back. “Help me with laundry for now, will ya?”

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