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stream dynamite you cowards

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this is a spam blog about bts (mainly but i might get distracted tho whats new lmao). feel free to rant with me,.,., i need friends 😔😔. also pls don't be offended bc like the majority of these shitposts are jokes. anyway bye!!! and stan bts 🤩🤩

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i lied i now do whatever the fuck i want on this acc

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— does those quick little thrusts after he cums, humping your pussy so it milks him dry, hides his face in your neck and pants at the feeling of your spasming cunt, slides his hands over your arms and laces them through yours to pin you down, grinds his hips into yours to drive his load as deep as possible;

bokuto, akiteru, iwaizumi, semi, koganegawa, yaku, daichi, kageyama

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[2:12 PM]— MIYA ATSUMU

Atsumu hates admitting that his feelings are hurt. 

He feels an odd sense of responsibility to hide his deeper emotions, to keep them locked away from people. Maybe it’s because he’s prideful, or maybe, it’s simply because he isn’t used to someone caring all that deeply about his feelings besides his brother. 

Whatever the cause is, the guilt eats you alive as you watch your obviously distressed boyfriend trying his best to remain unbothered and cocky. 

“Tsumu—”

“Are ya hungry, baby? I can go get us somethin’ ta eat and—” he’s interrupted by his name once more. But this time, the tone makes him shut his mouth, staring dejectedly at his lap. 

“Atsumu.” You’re firm, but laced with a softness he finds he craves.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, pulling on a loose thread of his joggers, avoiding your gaze by all means necessary. You sigh, making his heart ache a little. 

He figures it was a matter of time you got tired of his antics. But you never cease to surprise him, it seems. 

“Baby, can you look at me? Please?” And Atsumu, prideful and incessantly cocky, looks helplessly small, and you can just make out the tremble of his lips when he meets your eyes. 

They’re hurt. They’re so hurt, and so lost, that you’re almost overwhelmed with guilt, almost filled to the brim with self-hatred for making him feel this way. 

Him. Atsumu, a closeted softie, your sweet boyfriend whose only flaw was that sometimes he was rather an idiot, but he was a cute one at least. He peppered wet kisses that made you laugh, he whistled at you obnoxiously and made your face burn, he flopped his body on yours and crushed you under his heavy yet loving embrace, and he, under every circumstance possible, accommodated to you.

Atsumu’s heart beat at your command, and you’d felt like you’d crushed it in your palm. 

“Okay,” he mumbles, voice quiet. “‘M lookin’.” Your hands cup his cheeks, carefully cradling his face in them, kissing his nose delicately as he stares at your chin, fighting the tears he tries so hard to keep at bay. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I really am, Tsumie. I was wrong, okay? And I didn’t mean it. I love you,” you whisper, and he tries to offer you a cocky smirk, and it’s a comical attempt, really, with the tears running down his face, but you can’t find it in you to laugh. Not when his eyes have dimmed like that. The usual saccharine honey is now glazed with a much duller hue. 

“‘M okay, angel, ya don’t gotta worry about lil ol’ me.”

“I always worry about you,” you whisper. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop worrying about you, baby.” He looks down once more.

“Oh,” he replies quietly. Sniffling, Atsumu leans in, almost hesitantly, as if he’s testing the waters, as though he’s expecting you to withdraw. But your arms open widely, letting him fall against them, letting him seek refuge in the juncture of your neck and the security of your touch, tightly wrapping around him and pulling him close. 

“Come here, Tsum,” you speak so delicately, Atsumu all but breaks. He exhales shakily when your hands push back the hair from his forehead, threading through the locks as you kiss his temple. 

For the first time, he lets himself admit his true feelings to someone else. 

“Ya hurt ma feelin’s, ya know,” he croaks. And though your heart breaks because of the sentence, it soars because of the confession. 

“I know,” you admit quietly. “I was wrong, and I’m sorry. I’ll never hurt you like that again,” you promise, rubbing the expanse of his back, gliding your palm over the slopes of his taut muscles. He slowly relaxes under your touch. 

“Tell me ya love me,” he pleads, and a gentle smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, making him slowly feel as though maybe things will work out in the end for him. Your thumb swipes at a stray tear as you kiss his forehead. 

“I love you, Tsumu. I promise.” And in an instant, Atsumu’s heart is repaired and then some, beating rapidly against his chest, making him grin into your neck as he buries his face once more. And with another kiss to his temple, you bring him a bit closer, smiling into his hair as he gives yet another piece of himself to you. 

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mattsun makes you apologize to him after you make a mess of his arm and the bed when he’s fingering you into your 5th overstimulated orgasm 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 and then he makes you thank him for making you feel so good 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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HELP. HELP. HELP. sobbing n cryin rn

pretty and pliant —

word count; 1.0k

content warning; overstimulation, squirting, pussy slapping, degradation, hint of praise

maybe he’s a little deranged for this, but issei finds you so fucking beautiful like this— with your lower lip quivering, your thighs tense and trembling, your chest heaving as salty tears fall from your hazy eyes. your hair’s a mess, your face is a mess, you’re a mess. he supposes it’s his fault, but there’s a twisted part of him that revels in the way you apologize for the mess you’re making. he’s not even attempting to keep your legs open, with his free hand resting upon the mattress. clamping your legs close won‘t work at driving his fingers away and out of you, he just continues to fuck you, no matter how difficult you try to make it for him.

two of his digits are knuckle deep inside of you, rough and harsh as they prod at the spot within you and as they thrust quick inside your spongy walls. the bed beneath you is damp, rightfully so, completely soaked through, and your thighs and ass are just as drenched, sticky and wet from your cum.

issei hovers by your legs, watching with a mischievous grin as you sob, thrashing beneath his hold and twisting your hips away. his fingers follow you, not letting up as they fuck harder into you, even when your legs lift up and shut close, toes curling in the air.

“is—issei— n-no, issei—“ you brokenly moan, hands gripping at the pillow above you so hard it hurts.

“shut up,” he interrupts, dragging his fingers out of you. sloppily, his wet fingers land to your pussy, slapping harshly against your clit and you squeal, legs falling open and back arching. with you spread for him again, his fingers dip to your fluttering and abused hole once more, and he slips one finger inside, amused with the way your body twitches and your legs tense in an attempt to keep them open. “you think you have any right to speak?”

a small whimper tumbles from your lips, dissolving into a broken sob, and weakly, you shake your head.

his finger slips out once more, and he lands another slap against your pussy. your hips jump at the contact and your sobs deepen, your head shaking more harshly.

“yeah, definitely not,” he agrees, tapping your clit lightly. “not after the mess you’ve made.”

he’s right, you suppose. you haven’t just drenched the bed and made a mess of yourself, but of him too. his entire forearm glistens with the evidence of you, and his hand is so soaked that when he pulls back from your cunt, strings of cum attach him to you. realistically, you know he loves it. he’s obsessed with it even, the way your cunt sprays and squirts so messily and sloppily that he’s covered in it. if anything, he’s the one that makes it worse, hand rubbing harshly against your cunt whenever you squirt so that it truly gets everywhere. but your brain’s a little fuzzy right now, and all you can think about is how disobedient you must be.

another whimper, another full body tremble, another slap to your clit.

“i’m— m’s— sorry! sorry— m’sorry,” you beg, crying as your body jerks with every slap against your cunt. his hand lands one, two, three smacks before he rubs your clit softly, dragging his fingers against your folds before landing one, two, three more smacks. it doesn’t really hurt, you’re just so fucking sensitive. “i’m sorry! ‘m so sorry. so sorry—“

fuck, issei thinks, it’s like you know no other words.

his hand ends its relentless slapping against your throbbing clit, and you’re breathless by the time his ministrations end, whether from your endless sobbing and crying or from his actions he’s not sure. he has a feeling it’s a little bit of both. by the time you’re hiccuping, still babbling and mumbling your apologies, issei’s fingers find your hole again. you twitch and clench tightly around him, pussy fluttering in a way that it’s not sure whether it needs him deeper or out. he sinks his fingers further inside you anyways.

“you’ll cum again for me, ‘kay?” he asks, but he doesn’t really care for your answer. his thumb is already rubbing at your clit and his fingers are already speeding up. your head begins to shake again and your legs bend at the knees, eyes screwing shut as you arch your back. “don’t care,” he responds to your reaction, arm bulging and muscles tensing with the effort of fingering you. “you’ll cum again,” he repeats, reinforces with the deep twist of his fingers until you’re pliant just the way you were at the beginning, till your hips are rolling in time with his thrusts and till you’re close again.

“‘sei,” you manage to mewl out, almost as if you’re warning him and — holy shit, he thinks you are warning him. m’gonna cum, you read, like you’re letting him know you’re going to make a mess and please don’t be mad at me, ‘sei.

“c’mon, pretty,” he encourages, leaning forward to press his palm instead of just his thumb against your clit. you stare up at him with so much lust and want and need, so desperately, with your watery eyes and pouty lips and your furrowed brows. he smiles softly down at you, lowering himself closer to you until you’re almost chest to chest, before he whispers, “show me how good you are f’r me.”

and it’s all you need, breath hitching and mouth falling open as your hands reach out for him, nails digging into his biceps as you cum. your body shakes in its place, no energy left within you to thrash around as much as before. eyes rolling back and little pants and gasps tumbling out of your lips, you ride out your high on issei’s fingers, small spurts of cum squirting on his palm.

still trembling a little, but inevitably reaching the end, you finally have it in you to say, “thank you,” in a small, raspy voice, so small that issei barely catches it. but then you say it again as his fingers slow down, as his other hand begins to caress and knead at your waist and hips. “thank you, ‘sei, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you chant, and it’s his turn to feel a little dazed.

and then he thinks, good. you don’t need to know any other words ‘sides sorry and thank you anyways.

i haven’t written in a little while so i’m sorry if this isn’t the best hbejdnd i tried my best for issei!!!

[jimimn]

….sir your shirt is falling apart (cr. bts_nanak)

[withyourblueflame-deactivated20]

“something you’re good at” aka the things i have in common with bts

jungkook lied though 🤷‍♀️

[pionas]

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everyone say: thank you min yoongi for being the prettiest human on this earth! BBC RADIO 1 Live Lounge

[a-kaash-me-outside]

hq men that deserve to be pegged

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs: timeskip!Atsumu, Bokuto, Kageyama, Ushijima lowkey might make a p2 because i have more thots thanks send an ask my way

// nsfw (minors dni !!), f!reader, individual desc tags for each ~~

♡ atsumu ♡ 》 peggability ━ 9/10 // power dynamics, brat, ropes

epitome of bratty bitch bottom and i am living for it. truthfully, there is not a single hq character that needs to be pegged, nay deserves to be pegged more than miya atsumu

others on this list might d e s e r v e to be pegged, like they'd enjoy it and love it, but miya atsumu has a god complex and when he submits to you and it would feel like heaven

and it feels so fucking good to knock him down a peg, like everyone has seen the fucking photo of him with his tongue out and to watch him take a thick dildo down his throat is an ethereal experience

will let you tie him up and do whatever you want to him, is down for literally anything, has a safe word but has never used it (never will)

talks a lot of shit for someone who honest to god, unapologetically whimpers when he feels your strap rub against him

will oppose you like crazy until you threaten not to fuck him, like tell him you're going to fuck his throat raw and he will get even nastier with the backtalk, tell him that you're going to tease him for hours until it hurts to move and he will smirk at you and dare you to try

but the second that you threaten to not fuck him, he gets so uncharacteristically silent because the one time that he wasn't, the one time that he talked back to you, you followed through. you didn't fuck him that night and he actually cried

now he embraces his bratty side as much as possible until it has the off chance of //actual// consequences

"y'know, you're talking a big game for someone who's tied up so perfectly for me," you coo, hand gingerly cupping his cheek as you lowered to his level, dildo resting neatly between your thighs. you let gravity do most of the work, your hand sliding down his neck and chest, following your beautiful handiwork of taut ropes.

"and yer talkin' a big game for someone who thinks that just because i'm tied up, ya have any control over me," atsumu scoffs, looking up at you with large eyes and a smirk you can't wait to fuck off his face. it almost feels too perfect, knowing that in mere minutes he's going to be a begging mess all because of you.

and he talks about control

"oh, my pretty boy," you tsk, "you think that these ropes have anything to do with the control i have over you?" you're waiting to pull out the sentence sitting in your back pocket. you know that he's waiting too, but that doesn't make his bite any less in the moment.

"ya think anything is stronger than my pride?"

you have to swallow your laugh, leaning forward, pressing a kiss to his ear and then dragging your teeth against his jawline, nipping harsh marks into his exposed neck. you use him to steady yourself, gripping his shoulders because you know he won't let you fall even as you put all your weight onto your wrists, rolling your hips so that he can feel what's really at stake here.

as much as you want to say it into his skin, right where his jaw meets the bottom of his ear, mutter it soft enough to send chills down his spine, murmur it across his flesh so that he feels the vibrations before he understands the meanings, you can't.

you have to see his face, the conflict that overcomes him. the internal struggles that you've watched time and time again. the subtly of dissonance; eyebrows twitch together, pupils constrict, bottom lip jutting out in protest because no matter how much he wants to fight back right now, his body just won't let him.

"i think your disgusting need for me to wreck you is much stronger."

♡ bokuto ♡ 》 peggability ━ 10/10 // used the word tits for bo oops, just a good boy

"tori but you literally just said that atsumu deserves it the most" i know but its different and also i mean it for real this time

there is something about the thought of pegging the literal definition of himbo that gives me butterflies, i can't explain it

if you didn't bring it up first, he absolutely would and neither of you would be apologetic about it or nervous because it just makes so much sense

becomes a very regular part of your sex life, like you fuck him just as much as he fucks you and sometimes you fight over who gets to bottom and he usually wins because how could you not fuck him when he whines asks so nicely

literally such a good bottom, he is sweet and accommodating and listens to you so well like you've tried teasing him before, making him wait for it, wanting to draw it out, but he does anything that you ask it is almost impossible not to just give him everything he wants

he makes the most incredible noises, can be soft and let out small breaths and whimpers or can fully sob into your shoulder

loves to lie underneath you, legs sprawled and cock dripping against his stomach, just cannot get enough of the sight of looking up at you slowly rolling your hips so that he can feel every inch of the dildo

you can physically see how much he enjoys it as he circles his hips to meet your thrusts and moves so you can get even deeper, he is so eager and holy shit it's so hot

bo takes it exactly how you want to give it. that's all there is to it. if you want to fuck him as fast as you can until you can barely hold yourself upright anymore because your thighs are burning and your core is on fire from repetitively thrusting into him, he will take it so well. he loves the feeling of not being able to sit the next day because of how persistently your hips slammed against his ass.

if you want to fuck him slowly, hips rolling instead of thrusting, letting him feel how deep you can get, how full you can make him, hands on his shoulders to fully control the pace, he will be so fucking good for you. he won't move an inch, won't be greedy or ungrateful, will thank you for how good you are to him.

if you want to watch him bounce up and down on your strap-on, his cock smacking against his stomach as he pulls off your cock, mumbling praises as he fucks himself on you, he will almost cry with excitement. you'll gaze at him in awe, nearly convinced that he was made to bottom for you 100% of the time.

but if you want to lay him down beneath you, want to witness every expression he makes, see the unbreaking eye contact, and hear the most instinctual noises, you don't even have to ask. he's already there, legs spread, prepping himself so messily that the sheets are soaking wet.

you slip inside of him so easily. he's so fucking ready that you don't have the heart to make him wait another second. his head tilts back, presses deep into the pillow, but he doesn't stop looking into your eyes, loves seeing the power deep within them as you grind your hips, bottoming out completely as you press your thighs flush against his ass.

the heel of your palm digs into his sternum, perfectly centered between his tits. your other hand rests on top of the headboard, fingers curled around the wood for just the right amount of control, preparing to fuck him exactly how he likes it. slow and deep and so hard that he can barely fucking breathe.

"ready, baby?"

you don't really have to ask.

♡ kageyama ♡ 》 peggability ━ 8/10 // good boy, mentions of sobbing

you bring it up to him because it is not even a thought in his head and he's so confused at first

"but you don't even get pleasure from it?"

he cannot fathom, for the life of him, why you would want to do this if it doesn't make you feel good, doesn't understand it's the principle of it all and that you want to watch him crumble so bad

very skeptical when you start to prep him and even more skeptical when you first put it in, but he gives it a chance because he trusts you so much and he said he would and every time he looks at you, you just look so happy, soaking in how pretty he looks beneath you

and then it clicks. it clicks and it changes his entire world

you wait for him to adjust, you're vocal about him being vocal, and when he tells you it's okay, you start fucking him faster and every part of him that was tense before relaxes and he lets out this involuntary moan and oh my god

literally such a good boy for you

he thinks he knows how incredible it is and then you start jerking him off too, his cock is so fucking hard and it's leaking and red and he hasn't even complained about it because he's so focused on how weird and how good it feels to be so full

the shift is so prominent between apprehension and complete acceptance. he's putty beneath you, melting into a puddle, his muscles conforming to the mattress beneath him and for the first time tonight, truly understanding.

there's an ache in his stomach and shoulders from how tense they used to be and he almost feels weird being this comfortable in this position, but he can't help it. his cheeks, his chest, the tips of his ears, his entire body is a soft, warm shade of pink, embarrassed about the noise he just made and how hard he is.

every time that you thrust into him, you watch the movement continue through his body, can't take your eyes off of the way he bounces when your hips slap against the backs of his thighs, following the motions and sucking you back in when there's no barrier to keep him pushed forward.

his mouth is open for so long, letting any sound come out as it pleases, traveling up from deep within his core. you can't help your impulsive need to lean down and feel the whimpers and groans against your lips, pressing yourself so close as you kiss him that you can feel his quickened heartbeat.

"does it feel good?" you ask him, to make sure and to hear him tell you how much he loves it.

"so good," he mumbles against your lips, "so full."

when you pull away, his eyes are closed, taking in every single sensation and bit of indulgence and when you reach down and wrap your fist around his throbbing cock, it looks like he's never felt this much pleasure.

he's hot against your palm, slick from the precome streaming from the tip as you match your strokes to thrusts. the garbled ramblings from his throat are almost indistinguishable save for one distressed plea.

"please," he whimpers, "please don't stop."

you wouldn't dare. and you don't. not until he's a sobbing mess.

♡ ushijima ♡ 》 peggability ━ 9/10 // mommy kink, edging, praise kink, coming untouched

as much as he wants it, he will never bring it up, not directly at least. he just can't. he thinks that he's supposed to be the hard dom and do everything for you and as much as he wants you to top him, he refuses to actually ask you

but you notice. you pick up on the small reactions he has to you talking about being in charge and when you touch his ass, especially during sex, and the jokes theyre not jokes that you make about how good of a bottom he would be

when you ask him if you can fuck him, he doesn't understand, refuses to get his hopes up. he tells you that yeah, of course, he'll fuck you, but then you repeat yourself, explain it so that he can't possibly misunderstand and he has to hide how much he actually wants it because he's scared you'll take it back

definitely has the lowest key of a mommy kink and ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT ACT ON IT but if you were to ever find out he would probably combust

loves to be fucked from behind because you can get so fucking deep and he feels like a true bottom

can come completely untouched if you tell him to, will make a mess all over the sheets and then collapse in it

if there was anything that made you wish your strap on was real, it was the way that ushijima sucked you in. you pressed your hips against his ass completely and pulled out as slowly as he'd let you, back arched, on his hands and knees.

he looked so fucking stretched around your strap on and it wasn't even that thick. you started off with something smaller just for him to get used to it and he still clenched around it so tightly.

your fingertips dug into his shoulders, pulling him back to meet your thrusts eliciting a groan with each fuck into him. you could see how close he was, noticed the telltale signs of his uncontrollably loud moans and how he swayed back and forth with you so that he didn't have to feel empty for a second.

you'd edged him for hours before you even begun to fuck him, knew that all you had to do was wrap your hand around his cock and he would've blown his load all over the mattress, but that felt too easy. you knew that he loved pleasing you, loved making you proud, loved proving to you that he was such a good bottom, he got off on it more than any actual physical stimulation.

"ushi, listen, baby, wanna be good for me, don't you?"

he hummed, too focused on not coming before you told him to and your voice and how full he felt to actually form a sentence.

"come for me then, baby," you coaxed, slamming into him harder, making sure that your thrusts out were much quicker than your thrusts in, making sure that he was able to savor the feeling of your strap on deep inside of him.

he started thanking you, moving his arm to jerk himself off, his shoulder colliding with the bed, weakly propped up on his left arm now.

"don't touch yourself, baby, just be a good boy and come for me, just like this, just from my cock," you instructed, words coming out so assured and in a nonstop string. "want you to be a really good boy for mommy."

he didn't make any noises when he came, but his jaw was dropped in a breathless attempt to thank you. what you would've gave to see his face as he shot his load so violently on the sheets, his cock throbbing, pulsing with every satisfyingly unsatisfying stream of milky cum.

your fingers skimmed over his back, following the curve of his spine until they got to his ass, grabbing on and ramming into him one more time, forcing any drops of cum that hadn't drooled from his cock before pulling out slowly.

he didn't have the strength left to keep him off the mattress or to flip onto his back, too spent from the preceding hours and the last 45 seconds as he collapsed onto his stomach. you don't even bother taking off your strap on as you crawl beside him, scratching gentle, repetitive patterns into his arm before kissing the side of his head.

"that's mommy's good boy."

[kentoangel]

sakusa kiyoomi doesn’t usually say i love you.

but he makes you heart shaped pancakes in the morning (when the sun is pouring in through the kitchen windows and his sweatpants are hanging loosely from his hips and he isn’t wearing a shirt) and makes you your breakfast drink - sets everything neatly on the table and plops some tulips to the side along with a note that says: i hope you like it :’)

he doesn’t usually say the three special words but he always feeds you rice from his plate of food when you’re out eating and you don’t have any rice on your plate. he acts like it’s a bothersome act - rolls his eyes and scoffs - but really, he loves the little action. he smiles once his chopsticks go inside your mouth and it only grows when you hum in appreciation.

sakusa doesn’t usually scream his love for you to the world, but he does hold your hand inside the coat of his pocket to keep it warm on the cruel winter days - rubs soothing circles over your outer palm. and he’s smiling behind his mask, one that’s happy and brims over with adoring love - ‘cause his love is full of adoration for you and no one else but you (yeah - you’re the apple of sakusa kiyoomi’s eyes).

during the night, he doesn’t say i love you but holds you close against his chest - perhaps because he’s scared he’s gonna lose you, perhaps because that’s how much he loves you (that he has to be touching you somehow) and that’s how he’ll always love you.

and in the morning, when you’re still sleeping and your hair is a mess and there’s drool slipping down your chin - he waters your plants because they’re getting a little dry and you’ll probably forget that you have to water them - so he does it for you.

sakusa doesn’t usually confess his love for you while in the car like in those coming of ages movies (you know, when some nice song is playing and the windows are rolled down) but he does intertwine his fingers with yours, plays your favorite music and sends smiles your ways that make your heart bust.

sakusa kiyoomi doesn’t usually say i love you.

but when he does say i love you it’s perfect - he says it full of romance, he says it as he kisses you and he promises it. because when sakusa kiyoomi tells you how much he loves you it’s because he never wants to be apart from you, it’s because he always wants to hold your heart in his hands tenderly (because he wants you to do the same with his) it’s because he means it.

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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

• featuring : bokuto kotaro, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime x female bodied!reader

• content warnings : nsfw, overstimulation, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, spanking, spitting, cursing, slight degradation and praise, a panty being used as a gag

• word count: 1.1K

• a note from jennie: we are horny on main today ᴖ.ᴖ you can find part two here !

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐏

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

— OVERSTIMULATION

You don’t know who’s more teary eyed, your boyfriend who keeps fucking loads and loads of endless cum into you, or you yourself who’s had more orgasms than you could count on your fingers. He’s been going at it for what feels like hours.

When he first returned home he didn’t even greet you at the door, making a beeline for your lips to press feverish kisses there, mumbling between hot breaths about how much he needed you, how much it pained him to be away from you and your sweet little pussy.

Your nails dig into the thick muscles of his back, dragging them down with every harsh and heavy thrust he gives you. Cum leaks out of your cunt shamelessly in copious amounts, staining the sheets below you and causing a wet, shameful squealch to echo through the air each time Bo’s hips meets yours in rhythmic slaps.

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HAIKYUU BOYS + WHERE THEY KEEP THEIR PHOTOS OF YOU

featuring: ushijima, yamaguchi, atsumu, kuroo, bokuto, iwaizumi, suna, sakusa, nishinoya

genre: fluff | sfw

author’s note: this was extremely self-indulgent, take my offering loves <3

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

he likes to keep a picture of you in his wallet, it’s probably old and worn out but he treats it like a good luck charm.

before every game he’ll just give himself a pep talk and smile down at your photo for a moment, reminding himself that someone was watching him so absolutely he had to do his best.

but it was also a gentle reminder that no matter what the results of the game were, he’d always have someone to come home to.

MIYA ATSUMU

this man has a picture of you as his wallpaper, part of it because he just takes every opportunity to brag about you and make his teammates jealous.

and it also just brightens up his mood, he could be a nervous wreck right before a big game.

but seeing your smiling face along with that notification that reads ‘good luck, tsumu. i know you’ll do amazing, i love you.’ he feels like there isn’t anything he can’t do.

KUROO TETSUROU

his entire gallery is filled with you, what’s the catch, you ask? they’re all terrible photos.

literally has the worst camera quality and are so blurry not to mention you look like a mess in every single one.

but he always tells you about how they’re his favourites, and no matter how many times you beg him to delete them that’s never happening.

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI

he has a whole corner of his room dedicated to pictures of you.

yamaguchi likes to hang up little printed out photos of the both of you and make them look nice and pretty.

he’ll even go the extra mile and add some fairy lights or little doodles to make them more unique and special for him.

NISHINOYA YUU

nishinoya keeps a photo of you on the back on his phone, through a clear case like a basic bitch.

he likes it because he’ll purposely put his phone face down just so people will ask about you which gets them stuck in a 4-hour ramble about his amazing girlfriend.

also, he definitely kisses that photo and he does not care how many people tell him it’s dirty, he’s still going to do it.

BOKUTO KOTARO

your pictures are plastered all over this mans social media; instagram, twitter, snapchat, everything.

there is literally not one fan of his that doesn’t know who you are because he will take every chance he gets to show you off.

bokuto just feels so proud to have someone like you in his life which is why he’s not ashamed to let everyone see how much he loves you.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he doesn’t want to admit it because he’s ‘not a simp’ but on his phone, there’s an entire album dedicated to just pictures of you.

they’re a mix of different things, mostly ones he took of you when he thought you weren’t looking to pictures of you guys on all the dates you’ve been on.

sometimes he just likes to look through them and reminisce, especially when he’s on a trip and missing you.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

sakusa isn’t the type to take photos of you, but what usually happens is he gets his phone stolen by you and atsumu.

and you both fill and spam his gallery with terrible photos of the two of you, every time sakusa gets his phone back he’ll give you an annoyed sigh knowing exactly what you did

yet he can’t find himself getting mad when you look so cute in them, he also only deletes the ones with atsumu’s face on them and keeps yours.

SUNA RINTARO

most of your photos are on his snapchat memories but what suna really likes taking are videos of the two of you.

it literally eats up all of his phone’s storage but he just can’t delete any of them because he’s horribly attached to them

they’re full of fun memories with you, so, how could he possible just get rid of them.?

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Okay but consider Atsumu as a project partner 👀

this but you also know for a fact he's single

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thinking of: accidentally ghosting mafia atsumu because you lose your phone. suna helps him locate you (because atsumu is annoying him ajflhaldj), and he just shows up at your work, decked out for a mission because he thought you were kidnapped. in reality, you just had a bad brain moment, and have to convince him to not kill your boss because no one is holding you captive. but, fucking him in the bathroom will definitely help to deescalate the situation

pls dat's hawT

warnings: 18+, public sex

“this is just- hnn!” you pant, hands sore from bracing yourself against the stall’s door. “this is ridiculous. i cannot fucking believe you came here, dressed like that-” 

a particularly rough thrust cuts you off, it feels like Atsumu’s cock is in your throat, that’s how big he is and how hard he’s fucking you right now, the wet squelch of his cock burying itself in your cunt echoing off the bathroom walls. 

“you’re gettin’ mouthy, princess,” hands dig into your hips, pulling you back forcefully so his entire length sinks into you; he chuckles when he hears the high-pitched whine that you fail to swallow. your thighs feel sticky, your slick and his precum dripping down your inner thighs as he continues to fuck into you. the stall door is rattling, so loud that you’re afraid it’ll break. you’re afraid you’ll break from the way his thick girth is spearing you open right now. the heat in your stomach coils tighter and tighter and you push your hips back desperately, meeting every thrust of his, chasing your climax but just as you think you’re going to reach it-

Atsumu’s fingers shove into your mouth and he’s pulling you backwards, shushing your stunned cry as he sits down on the toilet, one hand slipping under your left knee to pull your leg up off the ground, a silent order for you to do the same with the other. 

“he was kinda cute.” 

your eyes widen at the familiar voice of your co-worker, who giggles as she steps into the bathroom, followed by another person who just scoffs at her words.

“cute? he’s downright gorgeous. sexy as fuck, my god, i can’t believe she gets to go home to that every night.”

a huff of laughter tickles your ear. Atsumu shifts under you, shallowly pushing his hips up. you suck desperately on his fingers, tongue rolling over his digits, trying to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

“yeah,” there’s a wistful tone to your first colleague’s voice. “wonder what he does for a living? he looked like some kind of...undercover cop.”

another huff of laughter. Atsumu shoves his fingers deeper into your mouth, nearly gagging you. drool leaks from the corner of your mouth, dripping down onto your blouse. his other hand tightens under your knee, pulling your thigh back farther as he all but rotates his hips, forcing your spine to arch when his cock brushes your g-spot. your head falls back on his shoulder, eyes squeezing closed.

“it’s possible,” the second voice continues. the sink’s faucet turns off as she finishes washing her hands. “we can ask her later.”

your co-worker makes a hum of agreement and soon footsteps grow softer as both of them finally make their way out of the bathroom, ending what had felt like a relentless torture for you.

“hear that?” Atsumu murmurs in your ear, and you can hear the smug smirk in his voice. “i’m sexy as fuck.”

you roll your eyes hard, turning your head so he can see the disdain on your face. he’s so going to get in trouble for this, you’re going to be sure that his boss knows about this because if you hadn’t tackled him to prevent him from pulling a gun on your boss, you would probably be so fired right now. and likely in a police station being questioned. Atsumu’s eyebrows raise when he sees your expression, smirk quickly melting into a darker sort of smile, filled with hunger and challenge.

“seems like i need to remind you, right now, just what you get to come home to.”

[jung-koook]

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[jung-koook]

he’s happy with his new haircut 🥺 (trans. cr. modooborahae)

[hiyeon]

Lisa for Vogue Hong Kong 2021