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[naoyazeninscumslut]

What kind of p☆rn haikyuu men watch

Warnings; you can tell by the title if you need more warning of that this is about then the title , get a grip!!

Part of my NSFW series.

Karasuno

Shoyo Hinata

Honestly I’m not sure why but I can imagine him watching all different kinds of porn but the main one being gang bang, he has the mentality he can do multiple things are once and wants to put that into his sexual desires.

Tobio Kageyama

Definitely into lesbian porn, doesn’t like thinking or seeing another man’s penis when trying to get off. I know this is kinda basic but so are men.

Ryûnosuke Tanaka

He screams amateur porn lover, he likes seeing the girls fumbling not knowing what to do then the guys dicking them down hard.

Kei Tsukishima

School girl porn. I said it. He likes the uniforms even better when it’s well acted and they get fucked on the desk or bent over it.

Tadashi Yamaguchi

I feel like he watches the regular porn, just normal. Nothing exotic, still experimenting type shit. He isn’t down bad for something yet.

Yū Nishinoya

Definitely watches the MILF porn, likes older women and dominate women taking charge. Gets off when they woman are taller than him too.

Daichi Sawamura

You know those poorly acted porns, where you can just tell the moans and the grunts are fake and the woman is clearly not enjoying it? Those. He likes to laugh at them and imagine he’s doing that with a woman.

Kôshi Sugawara

I don’t know why. But I feel like he watches gay porn. Not assuming sexuality’s but I feel like he watches it to try and understand how it’s different to a woman and a man having sex, kinda tried it out once and kinda liked watching it.

Asahi Azumane

Definitely watches porn where the women do all the work. Kinda like the man has payed for the woman so they sit back and do nothing. Kinda a lazy bum when it comes to having kinks and shit.

Nekoma

Tetsurō Kuroo

Hardcore porn. The fast and hard thrusts and the noises. Man’s in heaven with that, definitely watches it often.

Kenma Kozume

Lazy porn, like the morning sex porn because he relates to being lazy. Definitely doesn’t like the fast hardcore stuff purely because he wouldn’t want to do that.

Morisuke Yaku

Is it wrong if I say he watches lesbian porn? I definitely feel like he doesn’t like watching a woman get fucked by a man because it’s alway cock shots.

Taketora Yamamoto

Watching the age gap porn, likes younger women getting stuffed by an older man because of the size difference.

Lev Haiba

I have a small feeling he watches the porn thats bilingual. Like switching languages between really gets him going.

Fukurōdani

Kōtarō Bokuto

I know this isn’t really a porn type. But anything that involves a creampie. He would love the thrill of the chance of getting someone pregnant.

Keiji Akaashi

Watches porn that takes place in a public setting, likes the risk factor of it all, makes him want to watch more of it.

Aoba Johsai

Toru Oikawa

Watches all types of porn, literally doesn’t care he will try it out. He has no best liked. Just any porn will do.

Hajime Iwaizumi

Fitness porn. Likes the idea of having sex in an empty gym, likes watching them get fucked over a bench press or teasing while working out.

Kentarō Kyōtani

Rough housing porn. Likes the manhandling side of it all and the punishing parts and stuff when the disobey them.

Issei Matsukawa

Watching the lesbian gangbang porn is his jam. Just seems like the type tbh, I just see him and think ‘watches lesbian gang bang porn’.

Takahiro Hanamaki

Just the generic porn I think. Doesn’t have any preference for it all, likes the normality and not over done porn.

Inarizaki

Shinsuke Kita

Definitely watches the amateur porn, likes the men not knowing what to do about it all and learns how to do most of the stuff he knows from this.

Rintarō Suna

Likes to see women that are drugged getting fucked and not knowing what’s happening, I have a feeling he likes watching cam girls too.

Osamu Miya

Likes when it has food foreplay, like enjoying a meal then small fingering under the table that turns into full blown pounding on the dinner table.

Atsumu Miya

Definitely has a breeding kink, likes watching women get stuffed with cum over and over again until they squirt.

Aran Ojiro

Many different types of porn, definitely isn’t shy about it and likes to share it with his friends over and over again.

Shiratorizawa

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Again, size kink. Likes the fat cocks fucking a tiny woman, sexually bullying them until they can’t think straight anymore.

Satori Tendō

Definitely likes watching car sex, or like the fingering while driving, it plays into his fantasy’s and how he wants to please a woman.

Eita Semi

Likes when it’s behind the stage at a festive in a public setting he thinks about doing it to women he likes.

Tsutomu Goshiki

Amateur porn is his go to, the shy men not knowing what to do. He relates to it and likes when it contains praise.

Shirabu Kenjirou

Loves watching fingering, long slender fingers pumping in and out of a small pink pussy? Loves it so much.

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This took forever 🫡

Hope you enjoy it.

Requests are open as usual.

[clowndegree]

WHO LEAVES THE BIGGEST MESS? ✧ Haikyuu!

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VERY NSFW, proceed with caution!!

Characters included: Oikawa Tooru, Kenma Kozume, Kita Shinsuke, Atsumu Miya, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Tendou Satori, Lev Haiba, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintaro.

Oikawa Tooru ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Loud, dramatic, and cocky. Definitely cums all over your stomach/chest just to admire the mess he made. If you’re giving him head, he is cumming on your face. He literally WON’T finish inside your mouth.

• Loves wiping it with his fingers and pushing it back into you, murmuring “you wear me so well, pretty.” He might even eat your pussy AFTER he pushed his cum back in.

• Bed = ruined. Pillows knocked off, sheets sticky, and he’ll still demand cuddles.

Kenma Kozume ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Lazy but filthy. Usually finishes inside because it means he doesn’t have to move. He will finish inside your mouth if you’re sucking him off, but definitely pulls out before he is done so he can cover your mouth with cum.

• Low groans, head tilted back, whispering “stay like this for a minute.” He wants to feel you again and again.

• When he does pull out, he paints your stomach, then secretly takes a picture for himself before wiping you down.

• Bed = surprisingly neat, except for the giant wet spot where he made you cum multiple times.

Kita Shinsuke ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Always finishes deep, calm but possessive: “don’t waste a drop, keep it in.” Same with a blowjob, won’t cum on your face unless YOU stop sucking him.

• Will keep you pressed to him after, hand on your stomach, waiting for his cum to settle inside you.

• Not messy in the sheets sense, but you’re dripping for hours after.

• Bed = still neat, but you’re the mess, trembling in his arms.

Atsumu Miya ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• He’s a messy little shit. Half the time he wants to cum on your face just to see it, the other half he’s finishing deep inside because he can’t help it. He’s VERY unpredictable. If you’re giving him head, best believe he is face fucking you, you gotta swallow.

• Filthy talker: “open wide for me, princess” / “don’t waste a drop.”

• Bed = disaster zone. Sweat, bite marks on pillows, cum stains. He’s proud of it.

Kuroo Tetsurou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Loves pulling out and cumming on your lower stomach, then rubbing it in with his thumb like he’s marking you. He definitely cums on your chest AND face after a blowjob.

• Will mutter “fuck, that’s a view” while his cock twitches against your skin.

• Bed = hair everywhere, sheets tangled, scratch marks down his back smeared on the pillowcases.

Bokuto Koutarou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• THE messiest. Cums on your chest, your stomach, sometimes accidentally on the sheets because he pulls out too fast. Half the time he doesn’t know where he wants to finish, so he ends up doing both, inside, then pulling out to cover you with his cum. He probably pulls out last minute during oral, so his cum goes EVERYWHERE. Damn maybe even on the floor.

• Moans way too loud: “ahh, fuck!!” and laughs about it.

• Bed = destroyed. Sweat stains, cum on the sheets, toppled pillows, and somehow the blanket’s on the floor.

Tendou Satori ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• CHAOS. Sometimes finishes inside, sometimes on your chest, sometimes literally across your stomach because he thinks it’s funny. He will also try to cum on your face after a blowjob, just to see you vulnerable like that.

• Teases you like CRAZY “oops, missed your mouth, better clean it up.”

• Bed = warzone. Cum stains, sweat patches, blankets tossed halfway across the room.

Lev Haiba ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Doesn’t know his own strength OR stamina. Finishes way too much, sheets, your body, everywhere. If he cums on your face after a blowjob, you WILL be COVERED in his semen. If he cums inside your mouth, you’ll probably have to spit half of it out. Don’t even think about swallowing that shit.

• Laughs awkwardly when he realizes the mess “uhh… I’ll clean it… later.” (He doesn’t.)

• Bed = absolute disaster. Good luck explaining those stains.

Iwaizumi Hajime ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Always finishes deep inside, grinding his hips down until you’re trembling around him. Will probably finish inside your mouth too, unless he is feeling ‘rebellious’.

• Obsessed with watching it leak out afterwards, thumb smearing it along your slit while groaning “fuck, mine, all mine.”

• Lowkey likes to fuck you again while it’s still dripping just to make an even bigger mess.

• Bed = sweat-soaked sheets, claw marks down his back imprinted on the pillows, damp spots where he pressed you down too hard.

Suna Rintarou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Filth incarnate. Loves pulling out and painting your ass, thighs, stomach, chest — whatever he’s in the mood for.

• Loves murmuring “look at my mess, you look so good like this.”

• Will cum on your face if you let him and smirk when you blink through it. Doesn’t matter if it’s sex or a blowjob, he WILL cum on your face if you let him.

• Bed = sticky disaster zone. Smears of sweat, cum stains across the sheets, and him lying there like a satisfied cat.

Neatest → Kita Shinsuke

Messiest → Lev Haiba

[clowndegree]

WHO LEAVES THE BIGGEST MESS? ✧ Haikyuu!

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VERY NSFW, proceed with caution!!

Characters included: Oikawa Tooru, Kenma Kozume, Kita Shinsuke, Atsumu Miya, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Tendou Satori, Lev Haiba, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintaro.

Oikawa Tooru ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Loud, dramatic, and cocky. Definitely cums all over your stomach/chest just to admire the mess he made. If you’re giving him head, he is cumming on your face. He literally WON’T finish inside your mouth.

• Loves wiping it with his fingers and pushing it back into you, murmuring “you wear me so well, pretty.” He might even eat your pussy AFTER he pushed his cum back in.

• Bed = ruined. Pillows knocked off, sheets sticky, and he’ll still demand cuddles.

Kenma Kozume ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Lazy but filthy. Usually finishes inside because it means he doesn’t have to move. He will finish inside your mouth if you’re sucking him off, but definitely pulls out before he is done so he can cover your mouth with cum.

• Low groans, head tilted back, whispering “stay like this for a minute.” He wants to feel you again and again.

• When he does pull out, he paints your stomach, then secretly takes a picture for himself before wiping you down.

• Bed = surprisingly neat, except for the giant wet spot where he made you cum multiple times.

Kita Shinsuke ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Always finishes deep, calm but possessive: “don’t waste a drop, keep it in.” Same with a blowjob, won’t cum on your face unless YOU stop sucking him.

• Will keep you pressed to him after, hand on your stomach, waiting for his cum to settle inside you.

• Not messy in the sheets sense, but you’re dripping for hours after.

• Bed = still neat, but you’re the mess, trembling in his arms.

Atsumu Miya ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• He’s a messy little shit. Half the time he wants to cum on your face just to see it, the other half he’s finishing deep inside because he can’t help it. He’s VERY unpredictable. If you’re giving him head, best believe he is face fucking you, you gotta swallow.

• Filthy talker: “open wide for me, princess” / “don’t waste a drop.”

• Bed = disaster zone. Sweat, bite marks on pillows, cum stains. He’s proud of it.

Kuroo Tetsurou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Loves pulling out and cumming on your lower stomach, then rubbing it in with his thumb like he’s marking you. He definitely cums on your chest AND face after a blowjob.

• Will mutter “fuck, that’s a view” while his cock twitches against your skin.

• Bed = hair everywhere, sheets tangled, scratch marks down his back smeared on the pillowcases.

Bokuto Koutarou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• THE messiest. Cums on your chest, your stomach, sometimes accidentally on the sheets because he pulls out too fast. Half the time he doesn’t know where he wants to finish, so he ends up doing both, inside, then pulling out to cover you with his cum. He probably pulls out last minute during oral, so his cum goes EVERYWHERE. Damn maybe even on the floor.

• Moans way too loud: “ahh, fuck!!” and laughs about it.

• Bed = destroyed. Sweat stains, cum on the sheets, toppled pillows, and somehow the blanket’s on the floor.

Tendou Satori ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• CHAOS. Sometimes finishes inside, sometimes on your chest, sometimes literally across your stomach because he thinks it’s funny. He will also try to cum on your face after a blowjob, just to see you vulnerable like that.

• Teases you like CRAZY “oops, missed your mouth, better clean it up.”

• Bed = warzone. Cum stains, sweat patches, blankets tossed halfway across the room.

Lev Haiba ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Doesn’t know his own strength OR stamina. Finishes way too much, sheets, your body, everywhere. If he cums on your face after a blowjob, you WILL be COVERED in his semen. If he cums inside your mouth, you’ll probably have to spit half of it out. Don’t even think about swallowing that shit.

• Laughs awkwardly when he realizes the mess “uhh… I’ll clean it… later.” (He doesn’t.)

• Bed = absolute disaster. Good luck explaining those stains.

Iwaizumi Hajime ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Always finishes deep inside, grinding his hips down until you’re trembling around him. Will probably finish inside your mouth too, unless he is feeling ‘rebellious’.

• Obsessed with watching it leak out afterwards, thumb smearing it along your slit while groaning “fuck, mine, all mine.”

• Lowkey likes to fuck you again while it’s still dripping just to make an even bigger mess.

• Bed = sweat-soaked sheets, claw marks down his back imprinted on the pillows, damp spots where he pressed you down too hard.

Suna Rintarou ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

• Filth incarnate. Loves pulling out and painting your ass, thighs, stomach, chest — whatever he’s in the mood for.

• Loves murmuring “look at my mess, you look so good like this.”

• Will cum on your face if you let him and smirk when you blink through it. Doesn’t matter if it’s sex or a blowjob, he WILL cum on your face if you let him.

• Bed = sticky disaster zone. Smears of sweat, cum stains across the sheets, and him lying there like a satisfied cat.

Neatest → Kita Shinsuke

Messiest → Lev Haiba

[yama-yabadabado]

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[clawsdevour]

can't wait any longer

wc: 1.1k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, smut, boyfffiee tendou x reader, he a bit whiny :3 , bring back fingers in mouths, not proofread, NNN cummin 2 an endd

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"can't believe you actually put up with it this month" you laughed, sitting on tendou's bulge.

mid makeout sesh with your boyfriend, you can't help but pull back to see the little predicament you've put tendou in with his slightly swollen lips and fingers burying themselves into your waist.

"w-well, i have have to beat semi..." tendou's voice rasps, "...heck, he probably already lost nnn and lies about keeping his streak."

yuuup... tendou just had to have a little friendly competition with one of his highschool pals, semi—and it just so happens to be the most inconvenient time for you to have a driest of the dry drought spell cast upon you.

even though you two have been making out and doing all that like tendou fingering you and eating you out, it terribly made you feral for cock. you're not just talking like a dildo or anything, but tendou's cock.

it was like you were counting the days till new year waiting for november to be over so this stupid challenge could end, better yet if semi could confess to jacking off and losing so you could get tendou to fuck you like the horndog you were.

"he prolly—already, f-fucked—his girl," tendou hot lips glued kissed between your words as you panted them out one by one.

"okay.. me next s-satorii" you sinfully whispered before pulling him for a teasing peck on the lips.

gosh, he couldn't wait any longer. afterall he's damn near the finishline, november 30.. just a few hours before the clock strikes midnight. as long as you two keep it under wraps from semi, right?

"...just don't tell semi, babe" tendou breathes on your neck before charging in, littering his faint but reddish marks all over.

head back as he submits into your primal urges, you can't help but rock your hips into his hard erection. working off your shirt, tendou's filled with impatience seeing the way your tits are so perked up and pretty in their lacy cups—exactly how you planned to end off november with your boyfriend.

it was like the moment his eyes landed on how gorgeous you looked in the moment made his dick twitch from underneath. Obviously, you two weren't getting enough action this whole month down there. at this point you already knew what to do.

drawing a hand down, you unclothed his cock to reveal his fully erected length that glistened with precum. your mouth practically drooled from the corners of your lips while you dragged his length up and down with your palm. the wetness of his precum made it easy to manage, followed by the subtle lewd sounds escaping from within your two simmering bodies.

"ah.. shit. i might just cum in that—p-pretty lil hand of yours" he murmured with his head tilted back, "wanna fuck you so bad."

"save it for when you're in me" lustfully you snickered, stopping right in your tracks leaving him heaving for air.

quickly, you ripped your pants off your lower body and got right back into his lap with your fingers pulling your panties to the side. guiding the head of his cock, you slid it between your sopping folds to feel the slight relief knowing that you were about to enter pound town—just preparing him for a smooth entrance.

"gooood, i can't take it anymore" tendou whined, laying a firm slap on your asscheek, impatiently watching you coat his rod in your essence, "should i just cum right now to make it easier for you?"

"satori, hold o-o—on, hngh..!" you rolled your eyes the minute you got the taste of his tip entering and stretching out your aching hole.

or maybe you just entered the lord's pearly gates of heaven because damn.. it was like he was splitting you in half, or at least in the best way possible cause he got you arching like you have never arched before. whatever dry spell drought thing you were on was basically oozing and drenched now that you've got him.

desperate for more, tendou's got a bruising grip holding onto that waist of yours, pushing you all the way down to the base of his cock where both of your trimmed hairs meet. jeez, he'd cum right on the spot if it weren't for his dignity the moment.

"f-fuuck!" screaming at the top of your lungs while you cried joyous tears, slowly move up, "y'feel so—g-good."

if you wanted to snap his cock in half, you really would've if it weren't for his tight grip on your waist that held you. could've been from all the waiting, but your walls were quite literally sucking him in like never before as your plush grip molded to his size.

lord this shit was so much better than his just fingers—yet his tongue that would do everything to ruin your clit. his cock was like shredding you down to your bear parts as you bounced up and down with your tits jiggling to the movement.

the slapping noises? yeah, they was loudd like the way you two was fucking. that sopping cunt of yours left him speechless and heaving for air as he still held in his orgasm to cum with you. all tendou could do was whine and hold onto your waist, failing to support the frequency you fucked him at.

your moans were no match for the lewd wet noises your cunt made whenever you rutted onto him. your voices echoed in the room, mixing into the heat and smell of sex that waved in the air as you held onto his broad shoulders for more support.

"ss—shi-t, babe.. i c-can't aanymore," tendou groaned between raggedy breaths, feeling his balls get rapidly heavy and swell.

"cuum i-inside, satori" hand caressing his face, slipping your thumb between his lips as his tongue played with your finger.

four, five, six—six.. no, seven bounces in before you felt his fiery hot tip shoot his hot milky cum inside you. aanddd, nope. you didn't stop, but rather kept going till you milked all of his cum out of him. and yes, he kept it cumming till he was all out.

"nngh.. satori, i wa—want more" whimpering as you continue to fiddle with his tongue, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head.

all of that anticipation stored up in his balls was now able to finally be released, filling you to the absolute brim like a turkey getting filled with stuffing.

and let's just say, you lasted till midnight... and technically he didn't expose the fact that he didn't last throughout nnn because all of his cum was inside you till the clock struck december 1st.

masterlist here

[miya-rin]

2 year blog celebration by dropping hq virgin hcs mayb👀👀👀👀

this has been in my drafts for almost a year now so its basically a 3 year blog celebration oops. anon i am SO sorry it took me so long to post this, i hope it reaches you some how LMAO. obviously nsfw under the cut!! f!reader in kuroo’s

virgin!kuroo is way too cocky for his own good, that mf is NOT as good as he claims to be, do not be deceived. he truly believes that pleasuring a woman is the easiest thing alive and everyone who cant is just too ignorant to learn how to, because of this he does not research anything and goes in completely blind. not to hype him up too much but his foreplay is top tier you have to hand it to him, however that does not make up for the fact that he is just so bad at sex the first time you guys do it.

he misses the hole more often than not. his thrusts are extremely sloppy and he doesnt go deep enough for it to even feel good. he cant find the clit for the life of him even if you point it out to him, his nerves when he realises that sex is actually hard work mess him up and he completely forgets where it is. he asks you “do you like that?” after you finally let out a moan and when you reply with a firm “no” he genuinely looks like he is about to cry.

he does last a lot longer than you expected him to in all fairness, but as soon as he does cum he just pulls out and lays down next to you, completely forgetting that you haven’t came yet and then panics and tries to give you head to make up for it. he gets better eventually but the fact that he was just so confident is the funniest thing ever and he gets so embarrassed when you mention it to him.

virgin!kageyama almost cums instantly the first time he slides into you, like im talking barely a minute. you knew that it was his first time having sex with someone and you were making sure that he was comfortable with the fact that you were about to ride him, but as you started lowering yourself onto him he lets go immediately, only getting the tip inside before you have to get off his dick, shooting white spurts of cum everywhere.

he's literally so flustered with the whole experience, from him losing his virginity (even though he insisted it didnt count until he made you cum first), to you straddling him, and him realising that he just made a fool out of himself in front of you. you give him a few minutes to compose himself but as soon as you start again he cums.

hes so embarrassed about it too its literally the sweetest thing. hes all sensitive from still being inside of you but hes trying his hardest to apologise to you. the most he can get out is a little "sorry...you just feel so good."

virgin!kita unsurprisingly is extremely good for it being his first time. i honestly think that he watched a lot of porn - the homemade kind, definitely not the big corporation ones where everything is fake - in order to make sure that he could please you properly. he was very nervous when he started to realise that you wanted to have sex with him for the first time, his kisses became kinda sloppy and his hands were shaking a little against where he had them on your hips.

when you finally told him what you wanted, he insisted on being on top so he could pull out when needed even though you guys were using condoms hes so responsible. he asks you constantly if you are okay as he slides into you for the first time, he screws his face up really tight as a way to ground himself into not cumming on the spot. after 30 seconds of being inside of you unmoving, he finally starts thrusting and it feels amazing. he places his hand on your lower stomach and presses down so you can feel every inch of him (a trick he learnt from a tiktok).

as soon as he makes you cum a wave of relief washes over him and he feels like he is on top of the world. unfortunately though, he spent so much of his energy trying to make you feel good that he gets too tired and embarrassed to make himself cum. he cleans you up and pulls you into his chest, asking you about 10 different questions, all being the same variation of “did you enjoy it? are you sure it felt good?”

he also whimpers the whole time, like constantly. felt like i had to throw that in there somewhere.

virgin!atsumu cums in his pants while youre making out and then cant get it up again due to embarrassment so you dont even end up fucking. im not even giving him a whole section this is all he deserves.

i hope you guys enjoyed!! here is the link to my virgin!kiyoomi post!!

[levigarden999]

haikyuu!men ⋆˚࿔ favorite sex positions

chars : ࿔ kotaro bokuto ࿔ yuu nishinoya ࿔ akaashi keiji ࿔ kita shinsuke ࿔ tetsurou kuroo ࿔ osamu miya ࿔

warnings : smut , +18 , choking , rough!sex , p!v , tying

๋࣭ ⭑ kotaro bokuto

missionary. bokuto is someone who loves being active and dominating. due his hyper energetic personality, he often requires activities where he gets to let off steam and where he manages to calm down a little. sex is the perfect option for that, especially with you. bokuto loves to do the most work during your time in bed, placing a pillow under your lower back and pounding into you to the point you’re a whining mess. also the expressions and sounds you make while being under him is just pure oil to his burning fire. however, there’s another reason why bokuto needs to see your face at all times – he needs to make sure you’re feeling okay. nothing is more important to him than your safety and wellbeing and he makes sure to provide you security and comfort at all times.

๋࣭ ⭑ yuu nishinoya

face sitting. nishinoya is a guy who absolutely adores the woman he is with - meaning that he adores you. first time you sat on his face, he nearly cummed in his pants from the mere feeling of your thighs squeezing his head and your pussy suffocating him. he’s a little starved masochist when it comes to sex – he doesn’t care if he passes out, he only wants to keep eating your lovely cunt out and drink all your juices up shamelessly, lewd little groans and whimpers vibrating against your folds as his tongue licks over your clit again. when you have cummed twice, you have to beg him to finally release the grip on your thighs and remind him that the poor guy is probably suffering from an oxygen deficiency in the brain. however, he just asks if he can suck your titties instead, since you’re feeling tired.

๋࣭ ⭑ akaashi keiji

sideways. akaashi loves the feeling of warmth, comfort and peace. he enjoys to take control, while also maintaining a sense of safety and love which you provide to each other. he hugs you from behind, hands reaching to softly grope your tits as he fucks into you while lying sideways on the bed. soft kisses and breaths land on your neck as he rolls his hips slowly but deeply, the tip of his cock hitting a spot that makes the air leave your lungs. akaashi loves to hold you close to him and ask if you’re feeling okay, because he needs your reassurance even if it’s painfully obvious how good you feel with him. once he notices your approaching orgasm, his hand drops down to your pussy, rubbing soft and gentle circles on your sensitive clit.

๋࣭ ⭑ kita shinsuke

riding. kita is obsessed with the way you ride him. your hips rolling against his, ass and tits bouncing, soft whines leaving your lips. he swears that there isn’t anything as perfect as that sight in the world. he never thought he’d be the one to enjoy sex so much, but the second you showed him the pleasure sex can bring, his opinion changed. kita is confident and nearly robotic in every other aspect in life – but not intimacy. he needs someone else to take the lead, someone to bring him safety and love in the most intimate way. his hands are softly grabbing your hips as he guides you back and forth, up and down, occasionally pulling you close to his chest and pounding his hips up against yours. kita kisses your neck softly but holds you tightly, while making sure your bodies are always in sync.

๋࣭ ⭑ tetsurou kuroo

riding/doggy. kuroo is your typical charming, dominating yet caring lover. he’s definitely a switch, meaning he loves giving backshots as equally as watching your tits bounce on top of him. he’s a damn cocky bastard who fucks you hard from behind while smacking your ass, telling you how good you look from behind there. when you’re pleading for him to slow down, he only leans close to your ear and tells you how good girls should take what they’re given. you’re smitten by him, obviously. kuroo also loves to praise you while you’re riding his cock with all the skill and might you have, telling how great you’re doing and how much of a good girl you are, again. while lazily smirking, of course. he never fails to make you cum and if he some day did, it probably would bruise his ego a lot.

๋࣭ ⭑ osamu miya

you tied up. yup. osamu is a damn freak. everything happens under consent, obviously, but you better have a serious sex talk with him before you start anything. i’m sure he hides his true kinkiness behind his cool and pretty laid back demeanor, however, one thing stays – his love for domination. something about you helpless and tied up on his bed nearly makes him go crazy. osamu uses his upper hand position by teasing you to the point you’re a shaking, sobbing mess on the bed, pussy swollen and red from all the denied orgasms, since he said he wants you to only cum on his cock. so when osamu’s fucking you hard and gently squeezing his hand around your throat, you finally cream all over his cock while he praises you.

[hrrcanne]

can i ask for kita shinsuke, first time with him yk? if that would be fine 🙂‍↕️🤭

#15: first time with shinsuke kita

it's more than fine! thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy it <3

pairing: boyfriend!shin x fem!reader

cw: MDNI, nsfw, virginity loss, tit sucking, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, fluff smut

the soft hum of the air conditioner was the loudest thing in kita's apartment, a stark contrast to the thumping in your chest. you sat on the edge of his bed, hands clasped tightly in your lap, the fabric of your sundress suddenly feeling too flimsy, too revealing, even though you were still fully clothed. kita was across the room, carefully folding a freshly laundered shirt; a pristine white button-down, of course. everything about him was precise, ordered. it was part of his charm, part of what drew you in, but right now, it just highlighted the chaotic mess of nerves swirling inside you.

you'd known kita for years, first as the intimidating captain of inarizaki, then as a steady, comforting presence in your life. your relationship had blossomed slowly, like a meticulously tended garden. no grand gestures, just consistent, unwavering care. tonight, though, felt different. the air was thick with an unspoken anticipation that had been building for weeks, ever since that lingering kiss after a late-night study session.

he finished folding the shirt, placing it gently in his dresser. he turned to you, his gaze calm and steady, yet somehow it felt like it was seeing right through you. "are you alright, sweetheart?" his voice was a low, even murmur.

you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. "yeah. just… thinking."

he walked over, sitting beside you on the bed. the mattress dipped slightly under his weight, bringing him closer than you'd been all evening. his hand, warm and calloused from volleyball, rested gently on your knee. "about what?"

you looked at him, really looked at him. his brown eyes held a quiet understanding, no judgment, just patience. "about this. about… us. about… tonight." you stumbled over the words, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "i mean, i want to. i really do. it's just… i've never…"

he nodded slowly, his thumb stroking the soft fabric of your dress. "i know." his honesty was disarming. "i've never pressured you, and i won't now. if you're not ready, we can just… watch a movie. or i can walk you home."

the genuine offer, the lack of expectation, was almost enough to make you cry with relief and a strange sense of disappointment. but looking at his earnest face, the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, you knew what you wanted. "no," you said, your voice gaining a little more strength. "no, i want to. i just… i don't know what to do."

a small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "it's alright, love. we'll figure it out together." he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, and kissed you. it started soft, a gentle press of lips, but then deepened, his mouth moving expertly against yours, a slow, sensual exploration that sent shivers down your spine. his hand moved from your knee, tracing a path up your thigh, under the hem of your dress.

you gasped into the kiss as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you leaned into him, your own hands finding purchase on his shoulders, then tangling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. he pulled away slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "may i?" he whispered, his gaze dropping to your eyes, seeking permission.

you nodded, almost breathless. "yes. please."

he slowly unzipped your dress, the sound a soft rasp in the quiet room. he eased the straps off your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your waist. you were wearing a simple lace bralette and matching panties. his eyes lingered for a moment, then he reached for the clasp of your bra, his fingers surprisingly nimble. the lace fell away, exposing your breasts. a wave of vulnerability, then a rush of heat, washed over you as his gaze held yours.

he leaned down, his lips brushing over your collarbone, then lower, until he took one of your nipples into his mouth. a jolt, sharp and electric, shot through you. you arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. his tongue swirled around the peak, suckling gently, sending tingles straight to your core. he switched to the other, his hand sweeping over your stomach, then dipping lower, tracing the elastic of your panties.

your hips instinctively bucked, a silent plea. he chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against your skin. "eager, are we?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you. his eyes were no longer calm, they held a smoldering intensity that made your breath hitch.

he shed his own clothes with a practiced ease, revealing a lean, muscular physique. you couldn't help but stare at his hard erection, thick and pulsing. it was bigger than you'd imagined, and a fresh wave of nerves, tinged with excitement, washed over you.

he moved between your legs, his knees on either side of your hips. he reached down, his fingers finding the dampness through your panties. he slipped them off, then used a single finger to gently part your folds, a soft gasp escaping you. "relax," he whispered, his voice a low thrum against your ear as he kissed your neck. "let me help you, baby."

his finger slid inside you, a slow, deliberate press. it was a strange sensation, a fullness, a stretch, but not painful. you whimpered, your body tensing instinctively. he pulled back slightly, his thumb rubbing over your clit. the pressure was exquisite, building a delicious heat. "easy," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your ear. "just breathe."

he kissed you deeply, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his finger. he moved his finger in and out, slow at first, then picking up the pace, his thumb still teasing your clit. you were writhing, your hips lifting off the bed, a desperate need building within you. "shin… please…" you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for.

he pulled his finger out, and you felt a sudden emptiness, quickly replaced by the sight of his hard dick hovering between your legs. he guided the tip to your entrance, pressing gently. the sheer size of him was daunting, and you tensed again.

"it's alright," he said, his voice a little rougher now, his own breathing quickening. "just breathe into it, okay?" he leaned down and kissed you, a long, deep kiss, as he slowly, carefully pushed.

you felt a sharp, stretching pressure, a sudden, unfamiliar fullness. a tear pricked the corner of your eye, a mix of pain and the overwhelming intensity of the moment. you gasped, clutching at his shoulders. he stopped, holding still, his body trembling slightly above you. "too much?" he asked, his voice strained.

you shook your head, biting your lip. "no… just… keep going."

he eased forward again, inch by agonizing inch, until the head was fully inside. your body screamed in protest, then slowly, miraculously, began to adapt. you felt a tear escape, tracing a path down your temple. he waited, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "you're doing so well," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

then, with a final, deliberate push, he was fully in. you cried out, a mix of pain and a strange, overwhelming sense of completion. he was deep inside you, filling you completely, a delicious, searing heat. you could feel the stretch, the fullness, the way your body was molding around him.

he began to move, slowly at first, shallow thrusts that sent waves of sensation through your core. each movement stretched you, then filled you, the friction building rapidly. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more. your hands gripped his ass, urging him deeper.

"fuck," he groaned, his control slipping, his thrusts becoming stronger, faster. he was a piston, driving into you, his hips slamming against yours. your moans grew louder, mixing with his grunts. your clit was being exquisitely stimulated with every thrust, and you could feel yourself spiraling, closer and closer to the edge.

"shin! oh my g—" you cried out, your nails digging into his back. your body was a coil of pure sensation, tightening, tightening. he met your frantic pace, his eyes closed, his face a mask of intense pleasure.

then, with a final, powerful thrust, your body convulsed around him, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over you. you screamed, a raw, guttural sound, as your virginity shattered into a million sparkling fragments of ecstasy. he cried out your name, his own release following swiftly, a hot gush deep inside you.

he collapsed onto you, his body heavy and slick with sweat, his breath ragged against your neck. you lay there, trembling, your body still humming from the aftershocks. the air conditioner still hummed, but now it was a gentle lullaby. you felt utterly spent, completely exposed, and undeniably, wonderfully changed.

he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, looking down at you. his eyes, usually so composed, were soft, vulnerable, filled with a deep tenderness. he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "are you… alright?" he asked, his voice still hoarse.

you nodded, a soft, contented sigh escaping you. "more than alright," you murmured, your voice hoarse. you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling his head closer. you kissed him then, a slow, sweet kiss that tasted of sweat and sex and something new, something profound. "thank you, shin."

he pulled back, a soft smile gracing his lips, his eyes full of tenderness. he kissed your forehead, then your cheek. "always, love."

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[sugawarassoulmate]

enemies to lovers!kita 🥲🥲 would be so obsessed w u 🥲🥲 and one certain fuck makes u realize because he keeps saying things that only men in Love would say 🥲🥲

he takes it all back post nut

enemies to lovers!kita is absolutely obsessed with reader and it's so !!!!!

words: 440

cw: fem!reader, jealousy, unprotected sex, minors dni

kita absolutely doesn't get jealous.

but he hasn’t stopped pestering you about the guy he caught you having lunch with at the cafe last week. it’s so annoying. it’s just some guy from class you met up with about a project. you didn’t think much about it—there wasn’t much to think about.

even kita’s unsure why it keeps replaying in his head. the two of you are exclusive, if you could even call it that. he doesn’t care if you sleep with another person (but you’re not) just like it’s none of your business if he does the same (but he doesn’t)

you’ve forgotten all about his annoying line of questions when it's a few days later and kita "somehow" ends up in your bed again.

he has you on top, a position you typically hate because he makes you do all the work but something seems different about him tonight.

kita loves nothing more than to see you beg for him, wanting you to admit that you need him to get yourself off but instead he’s fucking you like he has something to prove.

he's kneeling in the center of the bed with his back straight as he has you bouncing in his lap. it's too close for comfort, too intimate for the both of you.

but you're wrapping your legs around him anyway, somehow pulling him closer as his fingers tangle in your hair.

"aw, yer dripping all over me. ya like it when i manhandle ya, huh?" kita grunts. it's so unlike him to be talkative in bed but tonight he can't shut up.

“bet nobody else gets ya like this. just me, right?” he kisses you between his words. it’s sloppy, drool coating both your lips. “i can feel ya about to cum. go ahead, remind me how stupid i make ya."

you don't know what's more humiliating, the words coming out of his mouth or the effect it has on your body.

your toes curl when you finally cum on kita's cock, nearly missing the small praise leaving his lips as he feels you gush around him. "good girl, i knew ya could do it."

he doesn't give you a break but rather keeps you sitting on his cock when he finally spills his seed inside you. even then you're still on his lap, collapsed into his chest as he mumbles something about not wanting his cum to run out.

you don't pay much attention, though. if you did you'd probably question why the guy who claims to hate you is running his fingers up and down your back while you fall asleep against him.

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[biggianteggplant]

CHOCO LOVE

Yes, Horny chocolate

HINATA SHOYO

You gave him the chocolate as a joke.

“Just something sweet!” you said, smiling. “Try it after practice, okay?”

He beamed. “Thank you, YN! That was really thoughtful!”

Cue: 3 hours later.

He's curled up on your living room floor. Hoodie pulled over his head. Face red as a tomato. Knees to his chest. Breathing weirdly.

You peer over the couch. “Sho? Are you okay?”

“…Mhm.”

“You sure?”

“…Y-Yeah.”

Pause.

“You’re literally sweating through your shirt.”

“I’m hot.” “No kidding.”

You walk over and kneel next to him. “Did you overwork yourself again? You always go too hard—”

“I didn’t do anything!” he blurts, then clamps his hand over his mouth. “…Wait. Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“…Shoyo. What’s going on?”

He lets out a groan and flops onto his back, hoodie covering his entire face now. “I can’t tell you. It’s—embarrassing.”

“…Are you dying.”

“…Maybe emotionally.”

You pull the hoodie up just a little. His eyes are wide. Glazed. Face crimson. “Did something happen after you ate the chocolate?”

He blinks. Then sits bolt upright. “WHAT WAS IN THAT CHOCOLATE, Y/N?!”

“Wha—you ate it??”

“Y-Yeah you gave it to me!!” “I didn’t think you’d eat the whole thing!! It was labeled like... love booster or something weird—”

“WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME A LOVE BOOSTER?!”

You’re both screaming now. He immediately covers his mouth again. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell again.”

Silence.

“…S-So you’re feeling… stuff?”

He stares at the ceiling. His ears turn red. “…My heart’s been racing for an hour, I tried doing sit-ups to calm down, but then I started thinking about you and it made it worse, and then I looked at your hoodie on the couch and I just—”

“Wait, you thought about me—”

“CAN I SLEEP IN THE BATHTUB?”

“…What.”

“I just need to cool down. Please. Just. Don’t look at me for like five hours.”

He scrambles up, dragging your throw pillow with him, practically sprinting to the bathroom.

You’re left in the living room, blinking.

You didn’t even know someone could get horny and shy at the same time.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

You handed it to him before training. Just a little wrapped-up chocolate bar. “For good luck,” you said with a smile. He took it with that awkward nod of his. “…Thanks.”

He didn’t think anything of it.

Until 40 minutes into practice—he messes up a serve.

Which. Never. Happens.

Atsumu smirks. “Yo, Tobio. You okay?”

Kageyama scowls. “I’m fine.” But he isn’t.

Because his body feels… off. Warm. Hyperaware. Like every inch of his skin is tuned to high sensitivity. And his thoughts? Not focused on volleyball.

Focused on you.

Later, he finds you alone near the back hall, refilling your water bottle.

His footsteps echo as he walks up, and you turn.

“Hey—oh. Tobio. What’s up?”

He stops a few feet from you. Frozen.

You tilt your head. “Everything okay?”

He says nothing.

Just stares. Hard. Eyes dark. Tense. Flicking from your face… to your mouth… to your neck… back up again.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”

“…No reason.”

“…You sure? You’re kinda—sweating. A lot.”

He jerks his eyes away. “…It’s hot.”

You frown. “You’ve been acting weird since earlier.”

Silence.

Then quietly—his voice low:

“…That chocolate you gave me.”

You blink. “Yeah?”

“…What was in it?”

You straighten. “Wait. Did you eat all of it??”

His jaw clenches. “You told me to.”

“Oh my god—Tobio, I didn’t think you'd—” You cut yourself off.

He’s still staring at you. His eyes are scanning you like he’s trying to figure something out.

Then, barely audible:

“…I’m distracted.” You freeze.

“What?”

“I can’t stop thinking about—” He cuts himself off. His fists are clenched. His ears are red.

“…I keep messing up in practice,” he says, voice tight. “Because I keep thinking about you. And that chocolate. And the fact that I don’t know if this is your fault or mine.”

You stare at him.

He stares back, like he’s one breath away from either kissing you or short-circuiting.

“…Is it bad?” you whisper.

He swallows hard. Then—leans closer.

“I don’t know yet.” His eyes are burning. “I might need another piece to find out.”

TSUKISHIMA KEI

You gave him the chocolate half as a joke, half as a “you need sugar because you’re a grump” gift. He rolled his eyes.

“Are you bribing me now?” You grinned. “Maybe.”

He took it with that classic bored Tsukki expression. Tore off the wrapper. Ate it. Didn’t even blink.

“Thanks,” he said flatly. “Wasn’t bad.”

Two hours later…

He’s shirtless in your apartment kitchen.

Standing near the fridge. Glass of water in one hand. The other shoved into his pocket like he’s trying to physically hold himself together.

“…This is annoying,” he mutters.

You blink at him. “What is?”

“This feeling.”

You freeze.

“…Tsukki, are you okay?”

He exhales sharply. Pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His cheeks are pink. His voice is strained.

“My skin feels hot. My brain is loud. And for some reason, I can’t stop looking at you.”

You stare.

“Tsukishima, did you—wait—did you eat all the chocolate?!”

He glares. “Why the hell did it taste like cinnamon and lust.”

“…WHAT.”

He steps forward. Not fast. But on purpose.

“You thought you could mess with me, huh?” His voice is low now. Dangerous. Curious.

You laugh nervously. “W-wait, it was just a joke gift—Tsukki—”

He cuts you off with intense eye contact. Head tilts slightly. Then—he smirks. The rare kind. The one that sends shivers down your spine.

“…Why don’t we see if it worked?”

You blink. “Wh—”

And then he leans in. REAL close. His breath brushing your jaw. His mouth just a hair from your ear.

“…Don’t worry. I’ll grade your performance later.”

You short-circuit.

KUROO TETSURO

When you gave him the chocolate earlier, it was just playful.

“It’s fancy,” you said. “Imported. Thought you’d like it.”

He raised an eyebrow, unwrapped it with one hand, and popped a piece into his mouth.

Then he licked his thumb slowly—eyes locked on you.

“…Damn, YN. Trying to seduce me?”

You blinked. “What?! No! It’s literally just chocolate.”

He chuckled. That low, rich, sin-in-a-suit kind of laugh.

“Well,” he said, licking his lip. “Too late.”

Fast forward to later that night.

You come home exhausted. Your bag hits the couch. Your hair’s a mess. You're ready to collapse.

You call out: “Tetsu? I’m home!”

No answer.

You find him in the bedroom, hoodie on, hood up, sleeves rolled up, head tilted back against the headboard. He’s breathing hard. Eyes half-lidded. Hair damp at the nape of his neck.

“…Tetsu?” you whisper, walking closer.

He opens his eyes. Panic. Tries to sit up.

“Don’t—don’t come close.”

You frown. “Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine,” he rasps. “Just. Uh. Tired.”

You blink. “You’re flushed. And sweating. Did you eat something weird? Are you—”

He won’t meet your eyes. He knows what he did.

But he doesn’t want to bother you. You’re tired. He told himself he could wait it out.

You sit beside him on the bed and slowly rest your hand on his thigh.

“…Tetsu, baby. Are you okay?”

And he YELPS.

Like. Chokes on air.

Eyes wide. Whole body flinching. Knees jerking together like a cartoon character.

“…YN.”

“Yes?”

“Please. Don’t touch me right now. If you do, I’m going to make the worst decision of my life.”

You blink. “Like what?”

He exhales shakily. Hoodie hood still over his head like he’s hiding from God.

“…Like asking you to ruin me right now when you literally just got home from work.”

Your mouth opens. Then closes.

“…So you did like the chocolate.”

He groans.

“Woman. You spiked it with sex. Of course I did.”

KENMA KOZUME

You sent him the chocolate during his stream. Just a casual “I saw this and thought of you” moment.

He reads your message aloud between matches.

“Thanks, YN. Love you.”

Chat spams: “OOOHHH 😏” “KENMA CONFIRMED WHIPPED” “WE SHIP” “HE SAID LOVE U???”

He doesn’t react. Just munches on the chocolate quietly. For a while.

Then something… shifts.

He gets quiet. Like, even more than usual.

His hoodie is pulled up. He's slouching harder. He keeps tugging his hoodie strings. Pulling the fabric up over his mouth. Flushed cheeks. Hair sticking to his forehead.

The camera catches him swallowing hard. Fidgeting.

Then—suddenly—

Stream ends.

No warning. No “brb.” Just poof.

Your phone vibrates 30 seconds later.

🐱 Kenma: “my whole body is buzzing. why?”

You: “What? Did something happen?”

🐱 Kenma: “…wait.” 🐱 Kenma: “aphrodisiac??” 🐱 Kenma: “YN.” 🐱 Kenma: “is this your way of saying you want me?”

You’re typing a reply when— Ping.

Image received.

You open it.

Kenma. Shirtless. Lying back on his bed. Hair tousled, cheeks red, lips parted. Hoodie still half-on. Collarbones visible. “Fix this.” written across his palm in messy Sharpie.

Your brain bluescreens.

He texts again:

🐱 “i’m not mad. just desperate.” 🐱 “so. what’s your plan?” 🐱 “irl DLC? or do i keep suffering on main.”

BOKUTO KOUTARO

Earlier that day, he beamed when you handed him the chocolate. “CHOCOLATE?! FROM YOU?! THANKS, Y/N!!!” He ate it with zero hesitation. Even licked the wrapper.

You: “Don’t eat the foil—”

Too late.

Fast forward three hours.

He’s fresh out of practice, hair damp from a shower, towel around his neck, face flushed — not from training. He’s lying on the couch in gray sweatpants, breathing uneven, staring at the ceiling like it personally offended him.

“Why do I feel like I ran a marathon after training…?”

His body’s hot. His thighs are tense. His fingers are twitching.

He scrolls through his phone. Missed call from Y/N.

He sits up instantly. Then groans. The ache between his legs is painfully obvious now.

You knock on his apartment door, holding some takeout. “Bo? You okay? You sounded kinda off earlier.”

The moment he opens the door, you're hit with warmth — like the air shifted. He looks… messed up. Sweaty. Hair sticking to his forehead. Face flushed. Pupils blown.

“Y/N…” he breathes out. “Hey…”

You frown. “Did you get sick or something?”

He backs up a little, clearly trying to keep his distance — but his sweatpants are doing zero hiding. “I… don’t know. I feel weird. Like… warm? All over?”

You squint at him, and it clicks.

“…You ate the chocolate, didn’t you?”

“Yeah?? It was good!! Wait—why are you looking at me like that?” Then he pauses. Blinks.

Looks down.

Looks back up.

Eyes widen. His voice cracks.

“Y/N… did you make me horny chocolate?!”

Your silence is the answer.

He stumbles back and grabs the couch for support. “I THOUGHT I WAS DYING.”

You set the takeout down. “You're not dying, Bo. You're just–”

“I’M HARD FOR NO REASON.”

You try not to laugh.

Bo starts panicking. “DOES THIS MEAN YOU WANNA–? LIKE–DO THINGS?! IS THIS YOU SAYING YOU LOVE ME?!”

You step closer. His eyes go huge.

You whisper: “If I said yes, would you calm down?”

“NO,” he yells, immediately wrapping his arms around you like a koala. “I’D GET WORSE.”

KEIJI AKAASHI

You gave him the chocolate earlier that day, wrapped neatly with a ribbon. He accepted it with that gentle smile of his. “Thank you, YN. That’s very sweet of you.”

He popped one into his mouth like it was nothing.

1 hour later. Your phone buzzes.

Keiji Akaashi

I feel strange. Warm. Slightly flushed. Was there… something in that chocolate?

You:

😅 what do you mean?

Keiji Akaashi

We should talk. In private.

You show up to his apartment expecting maybe a flustered mess.

But no.

He answers the door in a black turtleneck and slacks, glasses on, hair slightly tousled like he’d run his hands through it too many times.

You: “You look… fine.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” he murmurs, letting you in.

You sit across from him. He pours tea. His hands are steady. Too steady. But his ears are red.

Finally, he speaks.

“…I didn’t want to accuse you,” he says, tone smooth but eyes sharp, “but knowing you and your antics…”

He leans forward, just slightly. The look he gives you? Illegal.

“Be honest. You knew what that chocolate would do to me, didn’t you?”

You: “...Not really. I mean—”

“Because ever since I ate it, I’ve been thinking about you. In ways I shouldn’t during meetings. My body’s tense. My mind’s loud. And I can’t focus. At all.”

He says it like he’s scolding you — but his gaze drifts. Down your lips. Your neck.

“You owe me an apology,” he adds, voice a shade lower.

You blink. “An apology?”

He leans in again.

“…Or maybe something better.”

KITA SHINSUKE

It had been a long day.

Kita came in from the fields like he always does—shirt a little damp, hands calloused, face glowing with fresh air and quiet discipline. You handed him his usual lunch, neatly packed like always, but this time...

You added a small chocolate dessert.

"Thought you deserved a treat," you say sweetly.

He blinked at you, then gave a soft smile.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

He eats it without a second thought. It melts on his tongue.

Hours later.

You find him standing by the kitchen sink, staring out the window. Silent. Tense. His hand is resting low on the counter like he's grounding himself.

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

“You okay, Shin?”

“…Something’s off,” he murmurs. “Feels like I drank too much sake. Body’s hot. But I haven’t had a drop.”
He swallows. “Can’t think straight. My hands are… restless.”

You kiss the back of his neck. He stiffens.

"Y/N…” His voice cracks just slightly.

You move to stand in front of him. He can’t meet your gaze. He’s flushed. Stiff in more ways than one.

You gently cup his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks.

“Shin,” you whisper, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You never ask for help… but I can feel what you need.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, eyes finally locking with yours.

“You’re doin’ dangerous things, sugar,” he says softly. His hands hover at your hips, trembling. “I’m tryin’ to be good.”

You smile, kiss him again, this time a little deeper. “You’ve been too good.”

And his restraint shatters, just a little.

His lips find your neck.
His fingers tighten at your waist.
And all that farm-boy discipline?
Gone.

MIYA ATSUMU

You gave him one. Single. Piece.

A sleek little chocolate truffle wrapped in gold foil.

“Ohhh fancy chocolate from YN~? Don’t mind if I do,” Atsumu cooed, grinning as he popped it into his mouth.
“Sweet just like ya,” he added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and eat it.”

He did. Smug. Smirking. Clueless.

An hour later.

Your phone starts buzzing.

🐯 atsumu.miya: “YN”
🐯 atsumu.miya: “I can’t stop thinkin’ about ya.”
🐯 atsumu.miya: “Like. Physically. CAN’T.”
🐯 atsumu.miya: “Was that chocolate spiked or are you just naturally evil???”

You laugh—until you hear your doorbell.

You open it to find Atsumu, hoodie sliding off one shoulder, his hair a total mess, face way too flushed for someone who just "happened to be in the area."

"You did somethin’ to me,” he says accusingly, stepping inside like he owns the place. “That chocolate messed me up.”

He slumps on your couch dramatically, pouting. His legs are spread. His hoodie’s halfway zipped. He looks like a chaotic thirst trap.

“I'm so warm. And twitchy. And HARD. And—don’t look at me like that!”

You smirk, sitting beside him. “I didn’t tell you to eat it all.”

He huffs. “Ya knew I would.”

Then he leans in—eyes dark, voice low.

“You did this to me, YN…”
A little whine slips out as his fingers wrap around your wrist.
“Might as well finish what ya started, right?”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

You hand him the chocolate after practice.

He eyes it suspiciously. Sniffs it.

“What’s in this?” he asks, like you're offering poison.

“Just chocolate,” you say sweetly. You don’t flinch. That should’ve been his first warning.

He eats it.

He regrets it immediately.

An hour later…

Your phone rings.
Caller ID: Kiyoomi 🍃

“Y/N,” he says tightly. “I don’t feel right.”

You’re grinning already. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“My skin’s hot. My head’s fuzzy. My pants are… tight.”
There’s a pause. You can feel his glare through the phone.
“You better pray this wears off. If not… we’re going to have a long night.”

Click.

Another hour later.

There’s a knock at your door.

You open it—and there he is.
Black hoodie. Mask on. Gloves still on his hands like he’s clinging to the last shred of control.
But his hoodie’s halfway unzipped, exposing just enough of his collarbones to make your brain stop functioning.

“What are you wearing?” you ask, a little too amused.

He glares. “Don’t talk.”

You smile sweetly. “Kiyoomi… are you flustered?”

He storms past you. “I’m boiling. And you’re making it worse.”

You follow, barely hiding your giggle. “You didn’t have to come over, you know.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” he mutters, yanking off his gloves. “My body feels like it’s craving you. You did something to me. Admit it.”

You lean close, fingers brushing his collarbone, watching him twitch under your touch.
“So what if I did?”

He exhales hard, barely keeping his hands off you.

“You’re evil,” he mutters.
Then adds, voice dropping lower—
“…but I like it.”

[biggianteggplant]

CHOCO LOVE

Yes, Horny chocolate

HINATA SHOYO

You gave him the chocolate as a joke.

“Just something sweet!” you said, smiling. “Try it after practice, okay?”

He beamed. “Thank you, YN! That was really thoughtful!”

Cue: 3 hours later.

He's curled up on your living room floor. Hoodie pulled over his head. Face red as a tomato. Knees to his chest. Breathing weirdly.

You peer over the couch. “Sho? Are you okay?”

“…Mhm.”

“You sure?”

“…Y-Yeah.”

Pause.

“You’re literally sweating through your shirt.”

“I’m hot.” “No kidding.”

You walk over and kneel next to him. “Did you overwork yourself again? You always go too hard—”

“I didn’t do anything!” he blurts, then clamps his hand over his mouth. “…Wait. Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“…Shoyo. What’s going on?”

He lets out a groan and flops onto his back, hoodie covering his entire face now. “I can’t tell you. It’s—embarrassing.”

“…Are you dying.”

“…Maybe emotionally.”

You pull the hoodie up just a little. His eyes are wide. Glazed. Face crimson. “Did something happen after you ate the chocolate?”

He blinks. Then sits bolt upright. “WHAT WAS IN THAT CHOCOLATE, Y/N?!”

“Wha—you ate it??”

“Y-Yeah you gave it to me!!” “I didn’t think you’d eat the whole thing!! It was labeled like... love booster or something weird—”

“WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME A LOVE BOOSTER?!”

You’re both screaming now. He immediately covers his mouth again. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell again.”

Silence.

“…S-So you’re feeling… stuff?”

He stares at the ceiling. His ears turn red. “…My heart’s been racing for an hour, I tried doing sit-ups to calm down, but then I started thinking about you and it made it worse, and then I looked at your hoodie on the couch and I just—”

“Wait, you thought about me—”

“CAN I SLEEP IN THE BATHTUB?”

“…What.”

“I just need to cool down. Please. Just. Don’t look at me for like five hours.”

He scrambles up, dragging your throw pillow with him, practically sprinting to the bathroom.

You’re left in the living room, blinking.

You didn’t even know someone could get horny and shy at the same time.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

You handed it to him before training. Just a little wrapped-up chocolate bar. “For good luck,” you said with a smile. He took it with that awkward nod of his. “…Thanks.”

He didn’t think anything of it.

Until 40 minutes into practice—he messes up a serve.

Which. Never. Happens.

Atsumu smirks. “Yo, Tobio. You okay?”

Kageyama scowls. “I’m fine.” But he isn’t.

Because his body feels… off. Warm. Hyperaware. Like every inch of his skin is tuned to high sensitivity. And his thoughts? Not focused on volleyball.

Focused on you.

Later, he finds you alone near the back hall, refilling your water bottle.

His footsteps echo as he walks up, and you turn.

“Hey—oh. Tobio. What’s up?”

He stops a few feet from you. Frozen.

You tilt your head. “Everything okay?”

He says nothing.

Just stares. Hard. Eyes dark. Tense. Flicking from your face… to your mouth… to your neck… back up again.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”

“…No reason.”

“…You sure? You’re kinda—sweating. A lot.”

He jerks his eyes away. “…It’s hot.”

You frown. “You’ve been acting weird since earlier.”

Silence.

Then quietly—his voice low:

“…That chocolate you gave me.”

You blink. “Yeah?”

“…What was in it?”

You straighten. “Wait. Did you eat all of it??”

His jaw clenches. “You told me to.”

“Oh my god—Tobio, I didn’t think you'd—” You cut yourself off.

He’s still staring at you. His eyes are scanning you like he’s trying to figure something out.

Then, barely audible:

“…I’m distracted.” You freeze.

“What?”

“I can’t stop thinking about—” He cuts himself off. His fists are clenched. His ears are red.

“…I keep messing up in practice,” he says, voice tight. “Because I keep thinking about you. And that chocolate. And the fact that I don’t know if this is your fault or mine.”

You stare at him.

He stares back, like he’s one breath away from either kissing you or short-circuiting.

“…Is it bad?” you whisper.

He swallows hard. Then—leans closer.

“I don’t know yet.” His eyes are burning. “I might need another piece to find out.”

TSUKISHIMA KEI

You gave him the chocolate half as a joke, half as a “you need sugar because you’re a grump” gift. He rolled his eyes.

“Are you bribing me now?” You grinned. “Maybe.”

He took it with that classic bored Tsukki expression. Tore off the wrapper. Ate it. Didn’t even blink.

“Thanks,” he said flatly. “Wasn’t bad.”

Two hours later…

He’s shirtless in your apartment kitchen.

Standing near the fridge. Glass of water in one hand. The other shoved into his pocket like he’s trying to physically hold himself together.

“…This is annoying,” he mutters.

You blink at him. “What is?”

“This feeling.”

You freeze.

“…Tsukki, are you okay?”

He exhales sharply. Pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His cheeks are pink. His voice is strained.

“My skin feels hot. My brain is loud. And for some reason, I can’t stop looking at you.”

You stare.

“Tsukishima, did you—wait—did you eat all the chocolate?!”

He glares. “Why the hell did it taste like cinnamon and lust.”

“…WHAT.”

He steps forward. Not fast. But on purpose.

“You thought you could mess with me, huh?” His voice is low now. Dangerous. Curious.

You laugh nervously. “W-wait, it was just a joke gift—Tsukki—”

He cuts you off with intense eye contact. Head tilts slightly. Then—he smirks. The rare kind. The one that sends shivers down your spine.

“…Why don’t we see if it worked?”

You blink. “Wh—”

And then he leans in. REAL close. His breath brushing your jaw. His mouth just a hair from your ear.

“…Don’t worry. I’ll grade your performance later.”

You short-circuit.

KUROO TETSURO

When you gave him the chocolate earlier, it was just playful.

“It’s fancy,” you said. “Imported. Thought you’d like it.”

He raised an eyebrow, unwrapped it with one hand, and popped a piece into his mouth.

Then he licked his thumb slowly—eyes locked on you.

“…Damn, YN. Trying to seduce me?”

You blinked. “What?! No! It’s literally just chocolate.”

He chuckled. That low, rich, sin-in-a-suit kind of laugh.

“Well,” he said, licking his lip. “Too late.”

Fast forward to later that night.

You come home exhausted. Your bag hits the couch. Your hair’s a mess. You're ready to collapse.

You call out: “Tetsu? I’m home!”

No answer.

You find him in the bedroom, hoodie on, hood up, sleeves rolled up, head tilted back against the headboard. He’s breathing hard. Eyes half-lidded. Hair damp at the nape of his neck.

“…Tetsu?” you whisper, walking closer.

He opens his eyes. Panic. Tries to sit up.

“Don’t—don’t come close.”

You frown. “Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine,” he rasps. “Just. Uh. Tired.”

You blink. “You’re flushed. And sweating. Did you eat something weird? Are you—”

He won’t meet your eyes. He knows what he did.

But he doesn’t want to bother you. You’re tired. He told himself he could wait it out.

You sit beside him on the bed and slowly rest your hand on his thigh.

“…Tetsu, baby. Are you okay?”

And he YELPS.

Like. Chokes on air.

Eyes wide. Whole body flinching. Knees jerking together like a cartoon character.

“…YN.”

“Yes?”

“Please. Don’t touch me right now. If you do, I’m going to make the worst decision of my life.”

You blink. “Like what?”

He exhales shakily. Hoodie hood still over his head like he’s hiding from God.

“…Like asking you to ruin me right now when you literally just got home from work.”

Your mouth opens. Then closes.

“…So you did like the chocolate.”

He groans.

“Woman. You spiked it with sex. Of course I did.”

KENMA KOZUME

You sent him the chocolate during his stream. Just a casual “I saw this and thought of you” moment.

He reads your message aloud between matches.

“Thanks, YN. Love you.”

Chat spams: “OOOHHH 😏” “KENMA CONFIRMED WHIPPED” “WE SHIP” “HE SAID LOVE U???”

He doesn’t react. Just munches on the chocolate quietly. For a while.

Then something… shifts.

He gets quiet. Like, even more than usual.

His hoodie is pulled up. He's slouching harder. He keeps tugging his hoodie strings. Pulling the fabric up over his mouth. Flushed cheeks. Hair sticking to his forehead.

The camera catches him swallowing hard. Fidgeting.

Then—suddenly—

Stream ends.

No warning. No “brb.” Just poof.

Your phone vibrates 30 seconds later.

🐱 Kenma: “my whole body is buzzing. why?”

You: “What? Did something happen?”

🐱 Kenma: “…wait.” 🐱 Kenma: “aphrodisiac??” 🐱 Kenma: “YN.” 🐱 Kenma: “is this your way of saying you want me?”

You’re typing a reply when— Ping.

Image received.

You open it.

Kenma. Shirtless. Lying back on his bed. Hair tousled, cheeks red, lips parted. Hoodie still half-on. Collarbones visible. “Fix this.” written across his palm in messy Sharpie.

Your brain bluescreens.

He texts again:

🐱 “i’m not mad. just desperate.” 🐱 “so. what’s your plan?” 🐱 “irl DLC? or do i keep suffering on main.”

BOKUTO KOUTARO

Earlier that day, he beamed when you handed him the chocolate. “CHOCOLATE?! FROM YOU?! THANKS, Y/N!!!” He ate it with zero hesitation. Even licked the wrapper.

You: “Don’t eat the foil—”

Too late.

Fast forward three hours.

He’s fresh out of practice, hair damp from a shower, towel around his neck, face flushed — not from training. He’s lying on the couch in gray sweatpants, breathing uneven, staring at the ceiling like it personally offended him.

“Why do I feel like I ran a marathon after training…?”

His body’s hot. His thighs are tense. His fingers are twitching.

He scrolls through his phone. Missed call from Y/N.

He sits up instantly. Then groans. The ache between his legs is painfully obvious now.

You knock on his apartment door, holding some takeout. “Bo? You okay? You sounded kinda off earlier.”

The moment he opens the door, you're hit with warmth — like the air shifted. He looks… messed up. Sweaty. Hair sticking to his forehead. Face flushed. Pupils blown.

“Y/N…” he breathes out. “Hey…”

You frown. “Did you get sick or something?”

He backs up a little, clearly trying to keep his distance — but his sweatpants are doing zero hiding. “I… don’t know. I feel weird. Like… warm? All over?”

You squint at him, and it clicks.

“…You ate the chocolate, didn’t you?”

“Yeah?? It was good!! Wait—why are you looking at me like that?” Then he pauses. Blinks.

Looks down.

Looks back up.

Eyes widen. His voice cracks.

“Y/N… did you make me horny chocolate?!”

Your silence is the answer.

He stumbles back and grabs the couch for support. “I THOUGHT I WAS DYING.”

You set the takeout down. “You're not dying, Bo. You're just–”

“I’M HARD FOR NO REASON.”

You try not to laugh.

Bo starts panicking. “DOES THIS MEAN YOU WANNA–? LIKE–DO THINGS?! IS THIS YOU SAYING YOU LOVE ME?!”

You step closer. His eyes go huge.

You whisper: “If I said yes, would you calm down?”

“NO,” he yells, immediately wrapping his arms around you like a koala. “I’D GET WORSE.”

KEIJI AKAASHI

You gave him the chocolate earlier that day, wrapped neatly with a ribbon. He accepted it with that gentle smile of his. “Thank you, YN. That’s very sweet of you.”

He popped one into his mouth like it was nothing.

1 hour later. Your phone buzzes.

Keiji Akaashi

I feel strange. Warm. Slightly flushed. Was there… something in that chocolate?

You:

😅 what do you mean?

Keiji Akaashi

We should talk. In private.

You show up to his apartment expecting maybe a flustered mess.

But no.

He answers the door in a black turtleneck and slacks, glasses on, hair slightly tousled like he’d run his hands through it too many times.

You: “You look… fine.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” he murmurs, letting you in.

You sit across from him. He pours tea. His hands are steady. Too steady. But his ears are red.

Finally, he speaks.

“…I didn’t want to accuse you,” he says, tone smooth but eyes sharp, “but knowing you and your antics…”

He leans forward, just slightly. The look he gives you? Illegal.

“Be honest. You knew what that chocolate would do to me, didn’t you?”

You: “...Not really. I mean—”

“Because ever since I ate it, I’ve been thinking about you. In ways I shouldn’t during meetings. My body’s tense. My mind’s loud. And I can’t focus. At all.”

He says it like he’s scolding you — but his gaze drifts. Down your lips. Your neck.

“You owe me an apology,” he adds, voice a shade lower.

You blink. “An apology?”

He leans in again.

“…Or maybe something better.”

KITA SHINSUKE

It had been a long day.

Kita came in from the fields like he always does—shirt a little damp, hands calloused, face glowing with fresh air and quiet discipline. You handed him his usual lunch, neatly packed like always, but this time...

You added a small chocolate dessert.

"Thought you deserved a treat," you say sweetly.

He blinked at you, then gave a soft smile.
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

He eats it without a second thought. It melts on his tongue.

Hours later.

You find him standing by the kitchen sink, staring out the window. Silent. Tense. His hand is resting low on the counter like he's grounding himself.

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

“You okay, Shin?”

“…Something’s off,” he murmurs. “Feels like I drank too much sake. Body’s hot. But I haven’t had a drop.”
He swallows. “Can’t think straight. My hands are… restless.”

You kiss the back of his neck. He stiffens.

"Y/N…” His voice cracks just slightly.

You move to stand in front of him. He can’t meet your gaze. He’s flushed. Stiff in more ways than one.

You gently cup his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks.

“Shin,” you whisper, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You never ask for help… but I can feel what you need.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, eyes finally locking with yours.

“You’re doin’ dangerous things, sugar,” he says softly. His hands hover at your hips, trembling. “I’m tryin’ to be good.”

You smile, kiss him again, this time a little deeper. “You’ve been too good.”

And his restraint shatters, just a little.

His lips find your neck.
His fingers tighten at your waist.
And all that farm-boy discipline?
Gone.

MIYA ATSUMU

You gave him one. Single. Piece.

A sleek little chocolate truffle wrapped in gold foil.

“Ohhh fancy chocolate from YN~? Don’t mind if I do,” Atsumu cooed, grinning as he popped it into his mouth.
“Sweet just like ya,” he added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and eat it.”

He did. Smug. Smirking. Clueless.

An hour later.

Your phone starts buzzing.

🐯 atsumu.miya: “YN”
🐯 atsumu.miya: “I can’t stop thinkin’ about ya.”
🐯 atsumu.miya: “Like. Physically. CAN’T.”
🐯 atsumu.miya: “Was that chocolate spiked or are you just naturally evil???”

You laugh—until you hear your doorbell.

You open it to find Atsumu, hoodie sliding off one shoulder, his hair a total mess, face way too flushed for someone who just "happened to be in the area."

"You did somethin’ to me,” he says accusingly, stepping inside like he owns the place. “That chocolate messed me up.”

He slumps on your couch dramatically, pouting. His legs are spread. His hoodie’s halfway zipped. He looks like a chaotic thirst trap.

“I'm so warm. And twitchy. And HARD. And—don’t look at me like that!”

You smirk, sitting beside him. “I didn’t tell you to eat it all.”

He huffs. “Ya knew I would.”

Then he leans in—eyes dark, voice low.

“You did this to me, YN…”
A little whine slips out as his fingers wrap around your wrist.
“Might as well finish what ya started, right?”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

You hand him the chocolate after practice.

He eyes it suspiciously. Sniffs it.

“What’s in this?” he asks, like you're offering poison.

“Just chocolate,” you say sweetly. You don’t flinch. That should’ve been his first warning.

He eats it.

He regrets it immediately.

An hour later…

Your phone rings.
Caller ID: Kiyoomi 🍃

“Y/N,” he says tightly. “I don’t feel right.”

You’re grinning already. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“My skin’s hot. My head’s fuzzy. My pants are… tight.”
There’s a pause. You can feel his glare through the phone.
“You better pray this wears off. If not… we’re going to have a long night.”

Click.

Another hour later.

There’s a knock at your door.

You open it—and there he is.
Black hoodie. Mask on. Gloves still on his hands like he’s clinging to the last shred of control.
But his hoodie’s halfway unzipped, exposing just enough of his collarbones to make your brain stop functioning.

“What are you wearing?” you ask, a little too amused.

He glares. “Don’t talk.”

You smile sweetly. “Kiyoomi… are you flustered?”

He storms past you. “I’m boiling. And you’re making it worse.”

You follow, barely hiding your giggle. “You didn’t have to come over, you know.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” he mutters, yanking off his gloves. “My body feels like it’s craving you. You did something to me. Admit it.”

You lean close, fingers brushing his collarbone, watching him twitch under your touch.
“So what if I did?”

He exhales hard, barely keeping his hands off you.

“You’re evil,” he mutters.
Then adds, voice dropping lower—
“…but I like it.”

[ranspuppy]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ UNBEARABLE NEED - Kita Shinsuke ࿐ྂ

ׂ╰┈➤ Warnings: fem reader, p in v intercourse, fox hybrid!kita, KNOTTING, praise, (switch?) kita, (dom?) reader, biting, light choking, breeding mention, that's all, I believe.

ׂ╰┈➤ WC: 1,898

Owning a hybrid was difficult for most people, except you. You had the sweetest, kindest little fox known to man. Always so good and obedient. You came home from work to find him as good as ever. Sitting on the sofa waiting patiently for you to return. As soon as you walked through the threshold of the door, he perked up. Ears going straight, tail swaying back and forth slowly. He was ready. Needy, hot…overwhelmed.

The one thing about owning a hybrid…the ruts. He was *aching*, cock throbbing within its confines. You took off your coat and shoes at the door. Setting your purse down on the coffee table before walking over to him. Your poor boy. He needed you, and you knew exactly what he needed. “Hey, Shinsuke. Have you been a good boy today?”

Your voice was soft and smooth, a set of fingers treading through his hair in a slow motion. Nails tenderly scratching at his scalp. Something he came to love. Your touch comforted the amorous fox. He leaned into your palm as if it would disappear. Your free hand came down and slowly caressed his cheek. Feeling how warm, no…hot he was. He was burning up, whimpering soft pleas into your shirt. He needed to be buried in something. In *you*.

“My my, darling you’re burning up. What do you need, hm?” Your voice made his ears twitch. That sultry tone that made him let out a small groan. Squeezing his eyes shut, imagining your cunt squeezing his cock. Precum leaked through the fabric of his pants. “Use your words.” Your voice was a little firmer this time around. Wanting to hear him tell you what he wanted.

“You…I need you please.” His voice was soft and shaky. His hands are clutching at your sides. Nails slowly become claws, digging into your skin. “It hurts…” he whimpered out and that broke you. Leading him up to the bedroom. You had to take care of your poor fox. You couldn’t leave him in such a predicament. You guided him down onto the bed. Straddling his hips, leaning down to press your lips against his. Capturing his lips in a soft kiss. It only made him grasp for you with need.

Soft pleas being mumbled and whined for you to do something. He needed friction, anything to take the pressure off his cock. Your hips rocked against his, soft gasps filling the air. He gripped your hips as his back arched off the bed slightly. Hips bucking up into yours. It wasn’t enough, he needed more, *wanted* more. His hands started messily fumbling with your clothes, tugging at the fabric to let you know he wanted it removed. You granted it to him. His wish is your command after all. Removing your clothes, never taking your eyes off his. You worked on his next. Slowly removing pieces of clothing from his body. You got down to his underwear, precum had stained the front of the dark grey boxers. Twitching greedily.

You coo’d softly and hooked your fingers in the waistband, pulling them down until his cock bounced out, hitting his stomach. He whined, the sound rang through your ears. You wrapped a hand around his throbbing base. Pumping his shaft in a fluid motion, thumb swiping over the leaky tip. You slowly sink to your knees, lips wrapping around the weeping head slowly. A shaky moan fell from his lips as the feeling of your soft, feathery ones made their way around his dick. You took him further, sinking down and taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat. A moan of delight left your lips. The sound vibrated against his cock, making him keen.

Hips bucking, forcing himself further down the tight, wet canal. The force caused you to gag and pull back slightly before taking him down once more. It became a repetitive motion. Up and down, up and down. The sound of his moans, mixed with the slick mixture of spit and his fluids filled the air. Kita’s fists clenched at the sheets, balling them within his palm. Something to ground him, to keep him from floating away as he experienced the feeling of your mouth encasing him. Trapping him in a blissful experience. Slow and messy, slurping and sucking sounds bounced off the walls. He twitched once, twice– he was close. So close to filling your throat with cum, but you just wouldn’t give him that sweet release. Not yet, you climbed back on top of him and encased his body under yours. Hands beside his head, staring him in the eyes until yours trailed down, leaning down to capture his pale skin between your teeth. Nipping gently at the skin. Immediately finding that pulse point that sent pleasure shooting straight for his brain.

Your hips rocked back and forth, your juices mixing with the spit and precum covering his shaft. Skin slicking together with delicious friction. You let out a soft moan as his tip caught the tip of your clit. A small hiss leaving them when it happens for a second time. “Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll give it to you, anything you want.” You purred in his pointed ear. Tempting and alluring. Like a siren calling out to him. It made his pelvis stutter against yours, desperately. “Inside–I want to be inside.” It was a soft growl that left his lips, that left no more room for discussion. Letting you know just how much he needed you. You grasp his cock in your hand, lining him up with your entrance as you sit down. Both well lubricated, it was an easy slide down. Seating yourself on his cock, adjusting to the size as he took up the space in your walls.

A broken moan left his lips, finally feeling your walls clamp down around his cock was like *Heaven* to him. Shinsuke’s hands shot from the sheets to your hips, grasping them tightly. Trying his best to keep himself from rutting inside you like a complete animal. The way you fluttered around him was too much. Gummy walls sucking him in as you slowly started a steady bounce on top of him, palms moving to rest on his chest as you stood on the balls of your feet. Your cunt opened a little wider for him with the new position, allowing him to slide in deeper causing a sharp moan to fall from your lips. He was so deep. Leaking tip protruding your cervix and making itself at home as if it lived there. “Y-y/n!” he cried out, thighs already quivering from trying to hold his composure. Your pace quickened as your hips slammed against his over and over. Your manicured nails digging into his pecs, your eyes rolling back in tandem as his cock brushed against that sweet spot in you and your walls fluttered around him in response, soaking him a little more.

Wet sounds filled the air once more, your moans mixing together in a symphony. You were taking everything he had to give you. Tight cunt milking him for all that he’s worth. It didn’t take long for you to feel him twitch inside you, signaling the impending release. His moans turned to whimpers and pleas the closer he got, breaths turning into small huffs, hands tightening that hold on your waist. Holding you so tight that it would possibly leave the indents of his fingers pressed into your skin. “You’re going so good for me, Shin. Fuck– filling me up, taking everything I give you, and using your manners.” You smiled sweetly at your fox below you, hips still rocking against his as you hooked two fingers in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. His hips stuttered, he almost busted right then and there. No no, he couldn’t not yet– he didn’t even ask permission yet. A sharp whine fell from his lips until they wrapped around your digits, sucking on them as you bounced prettily on top of him. God, it was a sight to see. You looked like a goddess above him.

It wasn’t long before you felt your own climax near, thighs starting to burn with each movement. That’s when you spoke once more. In a voice that set off alarms in Kita’s head. “C’mon baby, tell me what you want. Let me hear it.” your voice rang. ‘Breed. Breed. Breed.” is all it kept repeating. Repeating the urge to fill up the tight, gushing hole nice and deep until it stuck. “Fuckfuckfuck!” he lost control, couldn’t hold back anymore. He grasped your hips, pulling out until the tip remained the only thing nestled in your warm confines. His eyes became predatory, looking at you as if you were prey in that very moment. Heels of his feet pressed into the mattress, readying himself. “Talk to m-” you got cut off with the sound of your own scream filling your ears as he slammed you back down on his cock. His hips thrusted up half way to meet yours. Skin smacking together, bodies sweating. “You, you, you! I-I want you. Wanna… wanna fill you up. Mine! You’re mine!” his canines became pointed fangs poking from the corner of his mouth, digging into his bottom lip.

The words made you short circuit, lost in a daze that you didn’t feel as his cock started growing harder and harder. Becoming more sensitive, more precum leaking from his slit. Coating the insides of your gooey walls. You, on the other hand, left a white sticky ring around his cock from your bouncing. Both of your thighs were quivering, but it didn’t stop him. Nothing could, as he runs into you quick and rough. Your tits bounced in his face, whimpers and moans leaving your throat as he brought y'all to your highs. Breathing quick and uneven, hands greedily grabbing at one another until he pulled you flush against his chest. Hands tangled in your hair, growling and biting into your shoulder, his thrusts got slower. Not stopping but they got harder, rougher with each one. Impaling you on the thick base. You arched into him, cunt greedily sucking in his cock.

One, two–three more thrusts was all it took. One final *deep* thrust onto your quivering hole was all it took for him to fill you up. His bulbous head swelling up in the opening of your cervix, planting his knot there. A long groan left his lips at the suffocating squeeze. “So tight–fuck…” he gasped. When you came down from your high, you tried to move but immediately stopped when you felt a pressure filled tug in your abdomen. He was still hard and stuck deep inside you. He looked at you apologetically, holding your hips steady so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Sorry, I lost control.” His soft voice came back. A little hoarse from what transpired moments before.

“It’s okay, Shinsuke. You did so well for me. So good, my sweet boy.” the praise shot straight to his dick, causing it to twitch within its confines. You giggled at the feeling and brushed some of the hair off his sweaty forehead, and pressed a kiss to his head. It was gonna be a long night.

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[idealanimations]

Kita who always does this cute little eyebrow furrow when he realizes you're turned on out of no where. His eyes are shifting across your face quickly because he can see the desperation in your expression but he doesn't know why. The large majority of the time, he really can't figure out what's got you so hot and bothered all of a sudden. But the occasions when you see his confusion shift to surprise because he's connecting dots it's a turn on in itself.

Kita holding your wrists behind your back because you wouldn't stop poking him. You try to wiggle free by reflex and Kita's just laughing. But you freeze all of a sudden, and he can feel just the smallest bit of force as you actually try to free yourself. "If I let you go, will you behave?" He asks, still smiling. But you know the moment he recognizes your reaction because his smile drops and his brows pinch instantly. Then the confusion on his face is replaced with understanding and curiosity in less than two seconds.

Alternatively, Kita replacing your tire after you ran over a nail and when he stands to let you know it's all done, he can not for the life of him figure out what's got your panties soaking.

[nyctophilicroses]

there's another universe somewhere, where kita shinsuke sees you in his clothes in the morning, making him a cup of tea and scratching at your scalp, your panties being revealed as you move to stretch and playing peek-a-boo with his golden eyes.

in this alternate universe, kita stalks up right behind you, hips grinding into your ass while his legs kick yours open slightly. you mewl and your arm comes up and wraps around his head, cradling him close when you whisper, "'m still sore from earlier," and kita hums a soft "i know." his hands trace down your back, pulling the hem of his shirt up and over your hips and moaning at the sight of your underwear fitting you so deliciously. he pulls the crotch of the panties to the side and lets the tips of his fingers trace your sticky slit, your hiss of overstimulation reminding him to be gentle with you. at first.

at this point kita then eases his fingers inside of your already swollen walls, your mewls at the stretch morphing into moans as he curls his fingers against the spot deep inside of you that only he can find, making white crackles flash over your vision and your jaw slack entirely. his hand adjusts so his thumb can swipe at your clit and the way your knees buckle makes him let in a raspy chuckle, "so worked up already? how're you gonna take my cock if you're already so sensitive, hmm?"

but this isn't an alternate universe. kita is too mindful to bend you over the counter and take you like a beast, an animal with no regard for how you're feeling and just having his way with you whenever he craves.

instead, kita shinsuke comes in, takes his tea and kisses you on the cheek, leaving you in his clothes and panties and desperate to ignore the hard on he has from such a sight, leaving you none the wiser.

[tojish]

how jjk men would fuck you

! headcanon, explicit, various scenarios

fast and deep: toji, sukuna, naoya

these men will send you straight to pound town– no buts, no warnings, no room to escape. they can slow down only if you beg them to, but they'd rather not. they'll be rough, clapping your ass with no mercy.

toji is the type to fuck you in the air, by leaning you on the wall, or just by literally standing anywhere.

he is not one for patience or gentle switching of positions and prefers to take you where you are, turning any ordinary space into his playground. whether he pins you against the wall, hoists you up mid-air, or simply positions himself wherever you happen to be, he takes control of the entire space with absolute ease.

he favors it the most when you're completely lifted up by the ass, cradling your weight as if you weigh nothing at all. with this position, he has complete leeway and leniency to unleash every ounce of his raw speed and unrelenting roughness. not to mention, he has terrifying and inhuman core strength and stamina, he can fuck you for hours on end without a single sign of fatigue. his arms and legs never tremble, pounding away until you are thoroughly breathless and aching.

he loves it when you're held in his arms, he feels that it strips away all your defenses. loving the sheer helplessness of your face, watching you turn into a drooling mess, clinging desperately to his neck. with a bruising, vice-like grip, he'd hold onto your bare ass cheeks, dictating every single rhythm, bucking his hips upward to meet you, aggressively guiding your body down onto his length, leaving you entirely at the mercy of his relentless pace and control.

where would he cum? inside you.

sukuna is really aggressive, the type to push your head down on the mattress until you're fucked dumb.

sukuna has a fixation on pounding you from behind, revealing an unapologetic obsession with your body from that angle. seeing your bare back, your ass dribbling below his own bare skin, your pathetic side profile coming to glance at him from down below as he keeps up with the constant pace. to him, your bare back is nothing less than an untouched canvas waiting to be aggressively claimed and slowly ruined with evidence of his dominance. the moment his eyes traces the protruding line of your shoulder blades and the vulnerable expanse of skin beneath them unmarked and blank, it acts as an immediate trigger. you'll instantly feel his sharp teeth sinking deep into your flesh, biting and sucking harshly while his hips hammer into you.

and of course, his backshots aren't complete without ensuring either your face is roughly shoved down into the mattress or a handful of your hair is clenched in his fist, yanking your head back until you are forced to meet his predatory eyes. looking down into your glossy gaze while he buries himself deep inside you pushes him straight to the edge of berserk, completely intoxicated by the sight of your total submission and your silent willingness to let him tear your hole apart.

where would he cum? on your lower back or across your spine.

naoya makes you ride him first like the petty piece of shit he is, but when it's his turn to move– expect that you won't be able to get the slightest inaudible sound out of your mouth.

he absolutely relishes at the sight of you riding him, wearing that infuriating, dumb smirk as your movements grow increasingly shaky and unstable from pumping yourself up and down on his length. he waits, a calculated precinct where you finally settle above him, utterly exhausted and panting, lured into a false sense of security where you expect no sudden movements. he waits and waits until he sees you won't even have any leverage or strength left to stop him. that precise moment of vulnerability is when he strikes, violently driving his knees up and thrusting heavily from underneath to catch you entirely off guard.

it extends more into humiliation, spreading your bare ass cheeks apart as he plows into you from below. every soft, broken cry you whimper directly into his ear is what conducts his persistent pace, driving him completely feral as he slams upward against you with intense and unrefined force.

where would he cum? inside you.

slow to fast: gojo, higuruma

these two love building up the pace, starting up slow before going full on speed and fucking you rough almost at the same pace as the guys above. though they go on a much average speed, the mixed pace is what keeps you wanting for more.

gojo is another piece of shit that loves one-upping you in the most unexpected times. going from slow to fast just to see the change of cadence on your moans.

he easily unravels the moment you make a sound, completely losing his composure to the sweet sound of your voice as you tighten around him. you could feel him growing noticeably fuller inside you against the dullness and laziness of his initial pace. over time, whatever conscious restraint or fragile promise he made to be gentle shatters entirely. one single glimpse on your flushed and fucked out face is all it takes for him to completely abandon the torturing and agonizing pace all at once.

he's convinced that he's the one in control, playing a cruel game of sweet torture by keeping his movements deliberately slow. but in reality, he's the one being sent over the edge, the quiet and steady momentum eventually makes him lose his patience, turning him demanding and desperate for faster and hard pounding.

where would he cum? on your face.

higuruma basically just loves to play with the pace, building up the tension, allowing your juices to spread more across his length before making the sloshy sounds of your wetness a part of his increasing speed's harmony.

what always starts as a lazy, rolling rhythm later becomes an unforgiving speed. his grip on your waist tightens and his hips plunge forward harsher. the gentle, slipping friction sharpens into a hard, bashing force, burying the sound of his ragged breaths against your neck with loud and sharp smacks of his skin onto yours.

he starts slow, tall with his back rigidly straight, but the moment he leans his weight forward, pressing his chest against yours– everything changes. his hand tangles in your hair to force your head lower, using total leverage to drive you down and swallow every inch of his length as he hammers relentlessly from above.

where would he cum? on your stomach.

slow and steady: nanami, choso

what else do i have to say other than they know a woman's body and could actually make you orgasm through penetration? though it happens rarely without clitoral stimulation, they both know how to keep the pace constant until your creaming around them.

nanami loves to fuck you slow in missionary, allowing you to bask in his slow movements and melt into his affectionate and heated touch.

he's a romantic. approaching intimacy with a quiet reverence, preferring a slow, measured pace that allows you to be intimately aware of every single inch of his cock gliding along the crevices of your walls. he believes that keeping his thrusts slow allows you to feel the totality of his touch, the way his lips gently press against yours, the tender way his hands caress and shape your waist, and the steady roll of his hips moving above you.

he's deeply vocal, entirely captivated by how you look beneath him. he will pause to brush the stray, sweat-dampened hairs clinging onto your flushed face, carefully tucking them behind your ear before pressing a tender kiss on your forehead. he is the kind of man to murmur quiet, grounding professions of love directly against your skin, whispering those three words in the middle of it all as he holds you close.

where would he cum? your choice.

choso loves fucking you slow on the side, spooning you, and wrapping his arms around you while he slowly moves behind you.

he loves the absolute surrender it gives you in this position, your back pressed firmly against his broad chest, your body cradled by his as he glides in and out of you with a steady pace. his arms would wrap entirely around your waist, pulling you as tight and closely possible while his hands roam over your breasts, fondling and teasing your nipples while his lips press hot and wet kisses, nibbling and licking at your earlobe. he thrives on how completely trapped and overwhelmed you are in his embrace, leaving you with nowhere else to put your hands on, except to reach blindly behind you, tangling your fingers in his hair or digging your nails into his forearm as helpless moans spill from your lips.

to break the quiet monotony of his steady pace, he would occasionally slide his hand down between you, licking and spitting over his fingers before pressing them heavily against your clit, working his fingers in slow circles right as his hips push deeper into you, driving you to the edge while keeping you securely locked in his arms.

where would he cum? on your inner thighs.

full withdrawal thrusting: geto

he loves doing this shit, pulling everything out completely before plunging it inside of you back again. he thrusts in a mixed pace, just as long as he could pause for awhile and let you feel the sudden emptiness.

geto loves watching how his cock completely disappears into your hole, eyes fixated down below as he rests one of your legs on his shoulders.

he loves the absolute exposure of your body sprawled out beneath him, legs thrown wide apart with your cunt glistening slick and wet. he loves seeing you panting and sighing sweetly. the two of you share the obscene view of him sliding in and out of your hole. his mouth parts slightly, hot, heavy breaths washing over your skin as he stares unblinkingly at the way his thick length buries itself deep inside your walls.

every sharp gasp you let out when he bottoms out brings a new kind of cruelty to his expression, especially when your teeth slip away from the bruised, reddened skin of your lower lip where you had been biting down on. seeing your face contort and scrunch into that dizzying look of pure bliss only pushes him to do it over and over again.

where would he cum? anywhere and everywhere.

[eirian-able]

Alexis Ness (icons)

[julienlokis-blog]

Canon?

...on occasions.