- sakusa and atsumu first dated when they were both on their second year of high school. it was inevitable. they were both attracted to each other, loved the competition, had fun together.
- at first, it was nothing serious. it was seeing each other at matches and training camps and at nationals. sneaking out at night and making out and maybe doing more.
- it was just that. just fun. two horny teenagers that liked competing against each other, that liked the teasing and liked each other. nothing serious.
- but, of course, they both started catching feelings. atsumu would feel way too safe in sakusa's embraces, and sakusa would feel to comfortable around atsumu. they started making up more excuses to see each other. sakusa would do two-hours train trips just to see atsumu, and atsumu would pretend it was normal, that they were just messing around. but everytime he got a text from sakusa saying he'd be there in a few hours, butterflies would go crazy on his stomach.
- after months of pretending that nothing was happening, months of atsumu telling osamu that no, how could he have feelings for kiyoomi sakusa!? and sakusa ignoring his feelings, they both knew: they could deny it no longer.
- but feelings are hard. love at a young age is hard. love when one is a young boy with little control over things is hard. long distance relationships. atsumu's popularity around girls. sakusa's insecurities. atsumu's stubbornness. people judging. boys scared of their own feelings.
- around the middle of their third year of high school, they broke up. they still saw each other at training camps and matches, but they would not talk to each other.
- sometimes, at training camps, atsumu found himself getting up in the middle of the night, ready to go find his omi-omi to sneak out and go to clandestine dates in the empty streets.
- and, sometimes, sakusa stayed up, waiting for atsumu to show up and smile that smirk of his and take him out.
- they slowly got over each other. as much as one could get over the love of their life. atsumu would fuck around with other people sometimes, and act as if it wasn't omi who he was thinking of the whole time. and then, at the dead of the night, he would cry, because he missed his lover. and sakusa would pretend he wasn't looking for atsumu in every room he entered, waiting for atsumu to call him, staring at their old conversations just to feel something. whispering the nicknamt his atsumu had given him, wanting to hear it again.
- and then, they went to college. atsumu wasn't at his best, missing his twin brother at court, wishing he was there with him. and sakusa wasn't the happiest, either. he didn't like changes, and everything was changing.
- and then, when they go to their first practice with their new team, they see each other. and they realize.
- their old feelings now turn into a constant competition between both of them. their first weeks in the team, they are constantly challenging each other and bickering.
- and then one day, after everyone left, atsumu is the last one to go to the locker rooms and he finds sakusa there, sitting on a bench, shirtless.
- his body had changed. he had changed. but it still felt like the seventeen year old boy atsumu had fallen in love with and never fallen out of love. and it still was sakusa, who he loved teasing and challenging.
- sakusa looked up and his eyes widened. "oh. i thought i was the last one here."
- "i thought so too."
- they stared at each other and it felt like they were having a million of conversations just from looking at each other's eyes. and they both knew, they both wanted the same thing. needed. they had wanted it for so long.
- atsumu got closer to sakusa and sat on his lap, placing his hands on sakusa's shoulders. sakusa's arms immediatly wrapped around atsumu's waist.
- and- oh. it felt the same. his arms were the same. his eyes, his lips- so kisseable, so beautiful-
- oh. oh. oh.
- it was the same it'd been two years ago.
- sakusa kissed him. atsumu kissed him back. the kiss was a fight, a challenge, and sakusa ended up winning for dominance, making atsumu moan and hug sakusa's shoulders.
- "omi." he whispered, kissing harder and moving his hips to feel friction against sakusa. "my omi-omi."
- sakusa sighed, that name. he was finally hearing it again. he grabbed atsumu's waist and helped him rub against him faster.
- "ah," atsumu panted. "i- i can't take it anymore. please."
- sakusa looked at him. "what?"
- "fuck me. ah-" he arched his back when sakusa's hand found his crotch. "ah- i miss you. please."
- "i miss you too," sakusa said, standing up and helping atsumu stand up too, connecting their foreheads together. "let's go to my dorm, okay?"
- they went.
- once the dorm door was locked behind them, atsumu pushed sakusa and pressed him to the wall, kissing him hard. sakusa wrapped his arms around atsumu's waist and hauled him up.
- the way atsumu's legs wrapped around sakusa's waist felt the same way it did before. it was intimate. it was everything.
- he carried him to the bed and undressed him. atsumu pulled sakusa's pants down and opened his legs, his eyes pleading.
- "are you sure?" sakusa asked
- "i've never been more sure of anything before. please."
- sakusa looked around his dorm. "fuck. i don't have any lub."
- atsumu smirked. "it's fine. since i saw you here, i- i've been doing it. thinking of you."
- the thought turned sakusa on as much as ig pissed him off, thinking of atsumu touching himself alone. he wanted to give atsumu what he needed. he didn't want atsumu to feel like he had to do it himself.
- sakusa held out three fingers before atsumu and atsumi licked them, knowing what to do.
- after preparing him, sakusa held open atsumu's legs and went in. he threw his head back, feeling atsumu again, after all these years... it was amazing.
- atsumu arched his back, closing his eyes. "ah- omi." he said.
- sakusa grabbed atsumu's hand and he started moving. he couldn't hold back, and knew he didn't have to: atsumu liked it that way, rough.
- after that night, they would do the same that they had done all that time before. challenge each other at court. sneak out at midnight. make out at the locker rooms. act like they hated each other, but when it was just them, in the middle of the night, swaying happily around the empty streets, they knew they loved each other.
kenma was in his classroom playing with his nintendo as always when it ran out of battery. he tried not to panic as he slowly looked around. his nintendo helped him relax, helped him calm his anxiety when he was alone in a room full of people. he looked around to see if there was someone he knew, someone from the voleyball team. no one. even lev would've helped him calm down, but he wasn't there. he took a deep breath and tried to focus, but everything was too loud, too many people, too many noise. it was the break, so everyone seemed to be having fun and they were too fucking loud while doing so. kenma started feeling anxious. he couldn't distract himself of the people that was surrounding him, maybe talking about him or looking at him and he was alone, no nintendo, no teammate, no kuroo, alone in the loud noises and the people.
he stood up, starting to feel a feeling too familiar and too painful. his chest was oppresed. it was hard to breathe. he knew exactly who he needed. kuroo. the person who knew him more than anyone and that knew how to calm him down. kuroo. he made the biggest effort to walk towards the gym.
once he got there, his breathing had gotten worse and he was losing control of absolutely everything. he didn't see kuroo, but it was relieving that his teammates were there, because yaku was there, and yaku was helpful. he went towards yaku, who was drinking water by the bench.
"kenma? you okay?" the libero asked, looking worriedly at him.
"i-" kenma tried to even his breathing, but he couldn't. he grabbed a fist of yaku's shirt, trying to make him realize that he was having a panic attack. "i- kuroo. need kuro."
yaku's expression turned into one of realization as he nodded and looked towards the court, where their teammates were practicing.
"lev!" he said. lev looked at him and got closer to them.
"hm?"
"go look for kuroo. now." yaku told him and lev nodded. yaku looked at the rest of the team, that had grown awfully quiet and glared at them. "keep practising."
everyone did as told and yaku focused on kenma again, helping him sit on the bench and kneeling before him.
"kenma, can you hear me?"
kenma tried to take a deep breath and failed. he nodded.
"okay, so focus on me." yaku said and kenma tried to do so. "i'll grab your hand for a second, yeah?"
kenma didn't want to be touched, but nodded. he trusted yaku.
"okay." yaku grabbed kenma's hand that was grabbing at his shirt and placed it on his own chest. "feel my breathing. let's do it together. try to do it with me, yes?"
kenma closed his eyes, focusing on yaku's breathing, but he couldn't. he couldn't focus, he couldn't breathe. he still felt everyone looking at him, everyone talking and screaming and everything felt too loud, his own heartbeats were loud, his thoughts were loud. he was panting. everything was loud, everything was too much. he couldn't focus. he knew yaku was talking to him, trying to get him to calm down, but he couldn't-- he couldn't listen, he couldn't focus. everything was too much too loud-
"kenma?"
he opened his eyes and started breathing faster. kuroo. he was here. he let go of yaku's shirt and grabbed kuroo's now, who kneeled and took yaku's place.
"hey, it's alright." kuroo said softly.
everything was still too loud, but at least he could hear kuroo. he tightened his grip on kuroo's shirt and tried to even his breathing, but it made it worse.
"listen to me, yeah? focus on my voice and nothing else. can you do that for me?"
kenma tried to talk, but it came out as a whimper.
"i know it's hard, sweetheart, but try to do it for me, huh?"
kenma nodded.
"good. now listen to my breathing. breathe with me." kenma placed his own hands in kuroo's chest and focused. "that's right. now breathe with me." kuroo took a deep breath and kenma tried to follow, but he couldn't. he whimpered again. too frustrating. "it's alright, try again." kuroo took a deep breathe, and kenma followed. "that's it. that's good. let's do it again, yeah?"
kenma nodded and they took a few breathes together, kuroo counting them out loud. kenma was slowly coming back to reality.
"can you name five things you can see?"
kenma nodded.
"y-you," he said in a whisper, trying to keep his breathing even. "the ball." he looked around. "uh, t-the team."
he didn't know if that was good enough, but kuroo nodded.
"m-my hands," he looked around more, aware of what was happening around him now. "yaku and lev."
"good. now four things you can touch."
kenma told him.
"can i touch you now?" kuroo asked and kenma nodded.
kuroo slowly wrapped his arms around him and kenma finally started to relax.
"tighter." he mumbled, hiding his face in kuroo's neck. kuroo held him tighter. kenma sighed as everything started to finally make sense again. kuroo always knew what to do, always saved him.
"do you want to go somewhere quieter?"
kenma nodded and wrapped his arms around kuroo's neck. kuroo stood up, carrying kenma with him. they passed besides yaku and lev and kuroo thanked them, ruffling lev's hair.
kuroo took them to the locker rooms, where there was no one and it was finally quiet. he sat sown in a bench, placing kenma in his lap and holding him. he wasn't suprised when he felt tears falling on his neck, where kenma was hiding. usually, after panic attacks, kenma cried. he wasn't a crier, and he didn't like to cry, but panic attacks just stressed him too much and he couldn't help it.
kuroo started coddling softly kenma's hair.
"what happened, kitten?" he asked gently.
it was the first time kenma had a panic attack at school.
it took a while for kenma to reply.
"my nintendo ran out of battery and i... i don't know. it just happened." he sighed and came out of kuroo's neck, wiping away his tears. "it got too loud."
kuroo leaned in and kissed kenma's forehead. "sorry i wasn't there."
kenma sighed and leaned into kuroo's chest. "'s fine. not your fault."
kuroo hugged him tighter.
"do you want me to take you home?" he asked and kenma nodded.
"but let me rest here for a while," he said, burying his face in kuroo's chest.
"'kay, kitten."
+ extra: yakulev
when kuroo and lev arrived, yaku let kuroo take his place to take care of kenma and went over to lev, making him lean down and standing on his tiptoes to place a kiss to his forehead.
"thanks." he said.
lev blushed. yaku was this nice and showed physical affection only when they were completly alone somewhere that wasn't school or the gym. and now they weren't alone. and they were at the gym.
"i..." lev blinked, his pale face red. "uh, i... it's fine."
yaku patted his head and took them a little farther from kuroo and kenma, giving them space.
"you were great." yaku said, sighing and leaning against lev. he was so tall and yaku was so short that he could use him as a wall to lean in. "i don't know if i could have calm him down on my own. you found kuroo quickly."
lev was at a loss of words.
you were great.
yaku... yaku was praising him? this never happened. they'd been dating for two months now, and this had never happened. lev loved dating yaku, but he had to admit he wanted yaku to be... a little softer with him. and now...
"yaku-san?" he asked. yaku looked up at him and frowned when he saw how frustrated lev looked.
"you okay?"
"i... uh," he scratched the back of his neck, looking away. "uhm..."
"haiba, what's wrong?" yaku tugged at his shirt to make him lean down so they were at the same height.
"i..."
"just say it."
"i like you being nice with me." lev blurted out.
yaku's gaze softened.
"oh, you big titan." he said softly and leaned to place a kiss to his cheek. "'m sorry. i'll be nicer from now on."
lev smiled.
"but not on the court. come on, we gotta practice recieves."
kenma is tired and sleepy after nekoma vs sarukawa match: kuroken headcanon
- kenma is obviously tired after their match against sarukawa, since the team purposely wanted to tire out the setter.
- to the point kuroo almost carried him to go watch karasuno's match, since he could barely stay standing. kenma was not used to moving so much. not only that, he had hated it. he was happy with the results from it: winning, but still.
- and now they are watching karasuno's match, shoyo's match, and kenma really, really wants to pay attention. if karasuno wins, that means they will get to play against them at nationals. kenma *is* intrested, he is, but...
-... he can't keep focus. not when he just ran the triple of what he's used to run, not when his body is totally exhausted, not when kuroo is right there besides him, with his shoulder looking like a pillow
- kuroo was concentrated on the match when he felt kenma getting closer to him. he looked away from the court and looked at his boyfriend cuddling next to him. he almost felt like a dead weight.
- "you okay, kitten?" he aksed softly, wrapping his arm around kenma's shoulders.
- "mhm," he mumbled, cuddling closer to kuroo. "tired"
- kuroo kissed his temple softly and said, "you can take a nap, if you want."
- "don't want to miss shoyo's match," he said, but he cuddled closer to kuroo.
- "i'll wake you up when things get more intresting, 'kay?"
You knew damn well what he was doing. He had ignored you all day and talked to Kiyoko, chasing after her like before you two started dating. But he had stopped his 'simping' for Kiyoko when your relationship started, paying attention only to you (and volleyball), worshipping you as a goddess and you loved it. But in the bedroom? There you were the master.
Yet, a few days ago, three to be precise; you had punished him for not paying attention when you said that he couldn't cum until told. And today he had ignored you, fuck it made you angry. The way he looked at her, looking at her ass and chest when he talked to her, she couldn't see it, but you could.
As soon as his practice was over you went up to him and grabbed his hand before he could walk towards her, waving and smiling at his teammates as you walked out of the gym. Neither of you spoke on the way home. You, too angry to speak to him. Him, to scared to speak knowing he made a big mistake trying to make you jealous.
As soon as you closed the door you pinned him to it, your 1,76 self towering over his 1,59. He shivered under your intense stare, hands gripping the sides of your shirt, eyes stuck to your belly, avoiding your eyes.
"So, honey," you started, voice terrifyingly calm, the anger almost unclear "What do you think I feel seeing you looking at Kiyoko all day?"
He stood quiet for a few seconds, sure what to answer bit scared to speak.
"Jealous...?" He asked, his voice wavery.
"Correct." You gently stroked the side of his face but quickly grabbed his jaw and lifted his face "So, why did you?"
He gasped at the sudden force in your voice and action. He was scared but so turned on, you being so rough with him, it made him feel so small and he fucking loved it.
"I don't know... I was mad-... at what happened before..." he whispered.
"Ah, it was a little fit because if your punishment?" Your grip slightly tightened "You brat."
You easily lifted him up and carried him to your room, his arms around your neck, legs around your waist, face hidden in your neck. You threw him on the bed and went to a drawer.
Grabbed lube, a strap-on, making sure it was the thickest and a cockring. He saw the elements in your hands and felt his erection grow just at the thought of what you would do.
You grinned as you took his pants and boxers off, leaving his cock out as you placed the cockring on it, precum already leaking from the tip. You took of your pants, leaving only your underwear as you put on the strap-on.
"Honey, flip over, you know how I like it" You ordered while adding lube to your fingers and the dildo.
He flipped over lifting his ass up, his chest flat on the bed, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation. He gasped as he felt the cold lube on his small hole, your middle finger making it's way in slowly, moving around a little making him grip the sheets a little tighter.
The second finger made its way in, you looked around for that special little ball of nerves until,
"A-ah!" He moaned as you hit his prostate.
You smiled as you thrusted your fingers a few times, kissing the small of his back while taking away your finger which grabbed the dildo placing the tip on his entrance.
"Oh honey~" You whispered "You can't cum until I say, you hear?"
He nodded, a whimper of anticipation coming from his lips.
"Use your words." You demanded, moving the tip around his hole, not entering.
"Yes," he said "I heard you loud and clear, p-please... just- AH!"
He moaned loud as you thrusted into him all the way, his face turned into the mattress as he whimpered at the stretch.
"So" thrust "Fucking" thrust "Tight" thrust.
He couldn't even speak, moans dripping from his lips as saliva filled his mouth, his mind not processing it as it was filles with the pleasure of your thrusts, drool falling from the side of his mouth making a small mark on the white sheet.
"Pweaseee..." his moans were in rithym with your movements, he felt his first orgasm already near "C-cum..."
You stopped, his hands reaching for your hips to get you to move.
"No." You started moving again "Not yet."
He moaned, it didn't help that you hadn't touched him since two days ago.
"Cum, cum, cum" was all he said, you pouted as you leaned forward "NO- Ah!"
Your movement had the tip smashing straight into his prostate, he bit his lip hard, you almost saw blood as he swallowed his moans.
"Oh, honey?" You asked, noticing what was happening.
He was holding it in, with all his might. The knot in his stomach begging to be undone, it was almost painful yet so hot. His insides getting railed as his prostate was hit everytime you thrusted in him.
You smiled, proud at his might. It was a work of art in your eyes. His eyes barely opened, tears almost falling, lower lip catched between his teeth. His legs were twitching, hands gripping the sheet. Fuck, it looked beautiful.
"Cum for me baby, cum for me." You said taking off the cockring.
The sound he made was utterly illegal, his breath catched in his throat as the knot came undone along wirh himself.
"MOMMY" He moaned loud, surely the neighbours heard.
You pulled out in one clean move, his hips falling to the bed, his face in the sheet as his whole body shook.
You loved it, he clearly hadn't touched himself at all since four nights ago, when the punishment happened. You smiled as you got up to clean him and put the stuff away.
He couldn't even see, his eyes lazily open as he felt you clean his ass, stomach and face. Covering him with a blanket and getting in bed with him, his arms automatically wrapping around you.
"I-... love you..." he whispered, tired as his eyes closed falling asleep.
You kissed the top of his head as you closed your eyes too.
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AKAASHI KEIJI; bondage
he was always such a good boy for you, eager to please and willing to submit.
how could he resist you, after all?
there was no way he could deny your requests, not with the melodious moans that left your lips each time his cock was buried inside you, or the way you tugged at his hair while his tongue lapped at your clit.
yet, today seemed to be one of those days when he came home in a mood, you tried to soothe his emotions but you were met with an outburst of anger.
you could tell he knew he fucked up, and he did.
âm-mommy, please! i didnât- didnât mean it. mâsorry!â he pathetically cried out, tugging at the rope that expertly travelled over his body.
he looked beautiful like thisâhe always did, the binds only served to accentuate the dips of his toned form, not to mention how pretty his cock looked in this position. pre-cum leaking from the angry red tip while it stood proud and tall, just begging for you to touch it.
you paid his begging no mind, spreading your legs even further and giving him a better view of the toy that slides in and out of your cuntâhis mommyâs cunt. the sight practically had him drooling as tears of frustration rolled down his cheeks.
it shouldâve been him making you feel good, not some stupid toy!
âmommy, iâll be good, i swear. just let me touch you, please! i need you so bad, want to fuck mommyâs pussy!â but his pleas were left on deaf ears as you kept pumping the toy, bringing yourself closer and closer to your high.
keiji couldnât do anything but twist his head away, hating the fact that your moans werenât from himâthat you were getting pleasure from anything else but him. but you were quick to notice his movements, harshly gripping his chin and pulling it back to face you while your tone was dripping in dominance.
âno, you donât get to look away, baby. this is what you get for being a brat, kei. now, youâre gonna look at me.. look at while i cum, slut.
NISHINOYA YUU; edging
yuu was.. energetic, to say the least.
he wants you to feel good but he always ended up getting carried away by his own pleasure.
you just felt so goodâyour waiting mouth and tight cunt that just seemed to suck him in was hard to resist and he often found himself humping at your cunt, the thoughts of your own high leaving his mind.
he was eager too, harshly pawing at your tits and sucking on your nipples with too much vigour, he always did the same thing.
after another night of him finishing before you could, youâd finally had enough, instead choosing to give him some of his own medicine.
âclose!â he whimpered out, for what seemed like the nth time tonight.
it was hard for him to think straight, his thighs were quivering and his body was covered in a shiny sheen of sweat while his chest heaved with every breath. âp-please, no more. iâve had enough, learned my lesson, mommy..â
his hips thrusted up into nothing but air while his eyebrows were furrowed up in frustration, the feeling of his orgasm being taken away once more leaving him a mumbling mess. âhave you learned, yuu? are you sure?â
he vigorously nodded his head, looking up at you with pleading eyes before they instantly rolled back into his head at the feeling of your dainty fingers wrapping around his cock once more. it felt amazing, and he couldnât help but try and match your movements, already on the edge so quickly. âyes! yes! i have! iâll be good- promise? just- mâgonna! hngh-â
but the moment of ecstasy he had was dampened as your movements suddenly stilled and a dribble of cum just barely escaped the tip.
âno, no, no, fuck- whyâd you stop, please! it hurts! need to cum sâbad, mommy.â
however you silenced his whiny tone with your actions, your cunt hovering over his flushed face. ânot yet, yuu.. yâknow what you need to do, donât you? who cumâs first?â
ây-you..â he weakly replied.
âthatâs right, now, be a good boy and make mommy cum all over your pretty face.â
TADASHI YAMAGUCHI; degradation
yamaguchi lived for praise, practically beamed anytime he got it.
he was proud to be mommyâs good boy, obedient and pliant, letting you do whatever you wanted to him as long as it brought both of you pleasure.
but he wasnât immune to brattiness either and more often than youâd like heâd talk back.
you knew he didnât mean it, but that didnât make his words anger you any less, though it didnât take long for him to settle deeper into his bratty state.
luckily, you knew just how to stop that.
âsuch a fuckinâ slut, arenât you?â you growled out, looking at him with your dark and lust filled orbs as you grinded against his cock.
he couldnât do anything but lie underneath you, taking in the pleasure but hating your harsh words, despite the fact that he knew he deserved it.
âno, mânot..â he shakily replies, hands reaching out to grip your hips before you shoved them back down into the mattress with the same look of indifference on your face. âno, you donât get to touch me, especially not with the way you were acting earlier. you donât deserve to touch me, tadashi.â
there it was againâthe words that reminded him he wasnât your angel or your baby, he was just tadashi. he crumbled from just hearing your harsh tone accompanied by your intimidating stare and soon enough he was back to his usual self.
âmommy, donât call me that. sânot my name.. just let me touch you, please. iâm sorry, i-i wanâ be your good boy again! please, please, please!â his cheeks were flushed as he begged, sniffles and tears accompanying his desperate words.
âyou want to be my good boy again, hm? youâre gonna stay like that. be good for me?â you asked, cupping his face and wiping away at stained cheeks.
âmhm, yes, i will! iâll be so good fâyou.â he exclaimed.
and with a small smile you finally gave in, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against his quivering lips while you mumbled against them. âthen, go ahead and cum for me, angel. make a mess of mommyâs pussy.â
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tw/cw: pegging, strap-on referred to as âyour cock,â sub!oikawa, fake blowjob (?), praise, degradation, slight dacryphilia, brief ass play, first time pegging/ first time anal, light choking, light spanking, finger sucking, hands-free orgasm, porn without plot, established relationship
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when oikawa said he wanted to try something new in the bedroom, heâd never expect to be kneeling in front of you, a dildo staring at him dead in the eye.
you stroke your cock, waving it in front of his face, heart fluttering at how he looks at you with such glassy eyes. oikawa bits his bottom lip, breathing heavily as you bring it even closer to his mouth.
âcâmon baby, suck it for me.â you tell him, watching in amusement as his cheeks burned red. you took a handful of his hair making him stare up at you.
slowly, oikawa opened up his jaw, tongue hesitantly sticking out in order to take the toy into his mouth. his quiet sniffles started as he gagged on the first few inches, pulling away, gasping for air.
"that's it, i know you can take it, i know you're a good boy." he nods, enjoying the praise as he places his hands carefully against your thighs to stabilize himself before trying once again to suck your cock.
you pet his head, smirking at the sight of him fluttering his eyes shut, bobbing his head and hallowing out his cheeks as if he were truly trying to give a blow job. "there you go," you snickered, even going as far as thrusting into his mouth just to watch his eyelashes collect teardrops.
while oikawa began to get accustomed to fitting the toy down his throat, you noticed how his hand left your thigh, now creeping towards his own dick. he grabbed it with a fist, carefully playing with himself as the sloppy sounds of his saliva echoed in your ears.
he moaned around the toy, increasing the speed of his hand against his throbbing dick, that is until you kick his hand away which caused him to jump.
"dirty boy," you'd stopped the compliments, looking down at him with a narrowed vision. "getting so turned on by this, so desperate to get fucked in the ass." oikawa's jaw hung open slightly, a crimson shade overcoming his cheeks at your words. your stomach shuttered at the embarrassed expression on his face.
a devilish smile on your face, you pressed against his cock with your foot, "get on the bed. ass up." you ordered him and it was laughable how quickly he got up and positioned himself to your liking.
he'd arched his back, almost wiggling his ass in the air, showing you how ready he was for you to use him like a little slut. you grabbed a bottle of lube, pumping the liquid into your hand and rubbing it along his hole. oikawa squirmed, body twitches as you drew circled around his opening.
you dipped your fingers inside of him, pushing against his walls, pumping them in and out. his hole clenched around you, gaping as you removed them completely.
oikawa was panting, holding back any sort of louder moan. you placed another handful of lube over your cock, rubbing it between his ass, teasing his hole. he pushed back against you, almost to beg for you to simply stretch him out with your cock.
"you want my cock so badly, don't you?" you asked, seeing how brightly he flushes, rapidly nodding his head at the question. you slapped his ass, expecting a verbal reply.
"y-yeah, want your cock so bad," his voice was pitchy, strangled with a bit of a whimper and his eyes were once again glassed over with his salty tears. it was cute to see him so worked up, to see him break over a simple sex toy.
"alright then, whatever my baby wants," you smiled, taking your time to split him open on your cock. watching carefully as the toy disappeared into his ass, his back arching, his mouth hanging out as gasping groans left his throat.
you paused before thrusting your hips forward, letting his virgin hole adjust to the size of the dildo. "so tight toru, you look so pretty like this."
he giggled at your comment, pressing back against the dick shoved up his ass, moaning as it brushed against his sensitive spot. grabbing onto his waist, you began circling your hips and seeing how much it affected him, you couldn't help but smile. his hands had given out, his face against the mattress, loosely clenching the sheets.
you took his position as an opportunity to grab his hands, pulling them towards you and holding them together against oikawa's lower back. your hips started rocking forward, hearing the front of your thighs slapping against the back of his own thighs.
oikawa's sounds were amplified now, as his lips were glossy with his drool, overwhelmed by the feeling of having his ass stuffed. his incoherent babbles only made butterflies swarm your stomach, wanting to see how lewd he would get for you.
pulling out, your ears were filled with his whines. oikawa rolled over to lay on his back, curious to what you were doing as you sat down. there was a menacing smirk on your face while you rubbed your hands up and down your thighs, "ride me."
your command had been clear, though oikawa seemed to be a bit confused, the tips of his ears heated up and turning pink. "what?"
"you heard me baby," you repositioned yourself to lean back against the head board of your shared back, "i want you to ride my cock." with a timid expression, oikawa reached towards the right strapon, applying more lube to your cock in a jerking motion.
his doe-eyes watched you carefully waited to see if you'd change your mind but as you smile remained plastered on your face he straddled your waist. he reached behind him, lining his clenching hole with your dick, lowering himself down at his how pace.
the view from where you sat was breath-taking, his flustered skin, perky nipples and puffy lips were quite the sight. oikawa was always pretty but he was even more so when he was whining and begging to be fucked.
his long dick lay against your stomach as he grabbed a hold of your thighs for support, the foreign sensation slowly becoming familiar as he humped the toy.
"that's it, good boy," you let out a bit of a groan, your own folds growing wetter and wetter at the scene. oikawa reached for his cock, before you once again swatted his hand away.
"no, i want you to cum hands free," he whimpered at the order, nodding his head and bouncing at a much quicker rate. his abs flexed as he ran his hands along his chest, brushing over his nipples.
âoh, ahh,â he gained, head tilted back for a second, grabbing a handful of your tits, staring back down at you while he rode your cock.
âjust like that, so cute bouncing like that,â his groans only grew louder, leading your to bring your hands up towards his neck, one wrapping around and the other going to lap up the drool around his mouth.
without a word he took your fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as his eyes fluttered shut, âsuch a good fucking boy, gonna fuck your real good.â you promised as if you hadnât already pounded into his ass so hard heâd have trouble sitting the next day.
out of exhaustion, oikawa lay down, putting his body weight onto you while your arms wrapped around his torso. the position gave you a chance to whisper dirty nothing into his head as you thrusted up. your hands quickly moved to his ass, smacking it lightly and spending his cheeks.
the sounds of his pleasurable sobs rang throughout the room, turning you on even more. you knew though you would be so entranced by his tears.
you felt his dick twitch against you, signalling he was close. toru bit his lip, strangled groan left his throat.
âiâm cumming, oh fuck, iâm cumming, iâm cumming,â as he said, hot liquid covered your chest, painting you white as oikawa panted against you. you rubbed your hand up and down his back, calming him down.
âlook at you, so good for me.â you praised him as he sat back up, slowly pulling the toy out of his ass. he looked down to your torso, covered with his cum. shyly, he bent back down, licking it up while keeping eye contact with you.
you twirled a strand of his hair, smiling at him, now it was his turn to fuck you silly.
-> comfort hcs. gn!reader. mentions of different symptoms. rqst: @serenitycushing
⧠okay, first of all, this boy is so sad that you're sick. the fact that you're not feeling well is literally devastating because noya wants to make you feel better but he feels out of control. baby :(
⧠he does everything in his power to make sure you're taking care of yourself. he reminds you that you shouldn't do work unless you're absolutely sure you can. he'll get you anything you need, you just have to say the word </3
⧠noya knows all your comfort shows & songs. if you want to watch TV with him he is your pillow if you need him to be. he just wants you to be comfortable.
⧠it's hard for him because he worries a lot, but he can leave you alone if you need him to. again, you just have to say the word.
⧠he totally does that hand-holding thing. this boy has energy but he can also be very calm and still and focused, and while you're sleeping he will be nearby in case you wake up in need of anything.
⧠he's not upset with you for having to cancel any plans you might have with him.
⧠you're the strongest person nishinoya knows. he knows you'll get through this. :(
AN: aw okay this made me feel a little better im glad you requested this :( i really appreciate noya for being a thing. he's awesome. i hope you get healthy soon (and i hope i do too lmasldkj)!!
just a note that my requests are closed, especially since im sick lol. this was a special case bc serenity is the loml
fem!reader x sub!characters - oikawa, nishinoya, kita-
Warnings: Nsfw, aged up characters, fem & dom reader, drinking, drunk sex, degradation, public sex, car sex, praise kink, pegging, anal(male receiving), mommy kink, nipple play, handjob, slight dacryphilia-
A/N: how have I never written for kita⊠pls heâs so precious. and uhhh I wrote most of these on my phone in a car, so bear with me if its shit, or if there are typos..
-Oikawa Toru-
-Heâd been all over you all night. Everywhere you went in the large house, you were sure to see Oikawa just behind you, stumbling slightly as he walked up to you asking if youâd want to leave and find somewhere better for the nth time of the night.
It was honestly a little cute, despite the constant annoyance flaring in your chest when he spoke. His cheeks seemed to be stained a light shade of pink as he spoke to you, a string of compliments falling from him as and attempt to flirt. If he wasnât so.. persistent, maybe you wouldâve been a little nicer toward him.Â
When you mirrored his teasing tone his head dropped slightly, the tips of his ears turning a shade darker. It was as if he didnât expect you to return his advances, and he definitely didnât expect to be wrapped around your finger just from a few soft touches.-
akaashi percieved bokuto's mood swings almost immediatly. he knew his boyfriend too much, so it was impossible for bokuto to hide his emotions to akaashi. this meant that the black haired boy had been around bokuto all day, worried, because he wasn't as cheerful or happy as usual.
something was wrong, but in an unusual way. it didn't feel like emo-mode, something most likely stupid and dramatic (akaashi liked to say that in his mind, but when bokuto was in emo-mode, he'd worry for him, too). no. this felt like something was upsetting bokuto, and it had been happening all day.
so when they got home, akaashi sat with him on the couch and asked.
"what's wrong?"
bokuto looked at him and he resembled a confused puppy.
"huh?"
"something is clearly off. talk to me."
"kaashi! nothing's wrong!" he tried to play it cool, smiling, but akaashi could see how the corners of his lips turned down.
"baby, you know you can trust me and talk to me." akaashi said, a little disappointed. bokuto would usually tell him right away.
bokuto looked away. "there's nothing to talk about, kaashi." he stood up and leaned down to kiss akaashi's forehead. "i'll take a shower now."
the boy went upstairs and akaashi sat there, stunned. this was so unlike bokuto. he debated himself for a while before standing up and following his boyfriend. he wasn't in the bathroom. he went to their room and saw him curled up into a ball under akaashi's studying table.
the black-haired boy rushed to his boyfriend, kneeling besides him and seeing that he was hiding his face on his knees.
"koutarou? baby?" he asked softly.
bokuto whimpered and gave up. he looked up and looked at akaashi with a sad expression.
"kaashi," he said and started crying, leaning into his lover, looking for an embrace.
akaashi wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back until he calmed down, which took him a pretty long time. once bokuto was more relaxed, his head placed in akaashi's shoulder and his eyes closing, akaashi spoke up.
"what happened, bo?"
bokuto whimpered.
"i can't help you if i don't know what it is."
bokuto took a deep breathe and broke the hug to look at akaashi.
"but i don't want to burden you..."
"you're my boyfriend and best friend, baby. you aren't a burden."
"and i'm embarassed..."
akaashi was silent for a second. bokuto? embarassed?
"you don't have to be, i won't judge you."
bokuto started to play with his fingers as he told what had happened.
"it was at practice yesterday. shoyo and i stayed practicing with atsumu late and i fell bad on my leg and iwaizumi told me i had sprained my ankle and i'm scared i won't be able to play again."
akaashi was stunned. he wanted to laugh, but of course he didn't.
"that's what iwaizumi said? that you sprained your ankle?"
bokuto nodded sadly. "and that i should rest for a while and not practice anymore."
"bokuto, baby, you will be able to play again in a few weeks. you didn't hurt yourself badly," he said softly, placing his hand in bokuto's cheek. "i sprained my ankle once in high school, remember? i was in bed and you took care of me everyday and wouldn't let me get up even when i was already okay? that's what happened to you."
bokuto was frowning. he was so cute.
"that's what happened?"
"yeah."
"i won't have to leave voleyball forever?"
"no, bo, you won't." he smiled softly.
bokuto smiled and hugged akaashi.
"YAY! i was so scared!"
akaashi chuckled and hugged him back.
"but why didn't you tell me? you have to tell me things like these."
"i was embarassed!" bokuto pouted. "you warned me to be careful and to not stay late, and i went and 'sprained my ankle!' :("
akaashi just shook his head.
they stayed in bed for the rest of the day, akaashi's head on bokuto's chest, listening to bokuto talk and talk and talk, and listening to his heartbeat. when it was nightime, they had dinner together in bed and then they fell asleep, bokuto spooning akaashi and telling him how pretty he was. akaashi smiled. he was used to falling asleep to bokuto's whispers of 'you're so pretty, kaashi' 'i love you so much baby' and "i have the prettiest boyfriend in the world!'
akaashi percieved bokuto's mood swings almost immediatly. he knew his boyfriend too much, so it was impossible for bokuto to hide his emotions to akaashi. this meant that the black haired boy had been around bokuto all day, worried, because he wasn't as cheerful or happy as usual.
something was wrong, but in an unusual way. it didn't feel like emo-mode, something most likely stupid and dramatic (akaashi liked to say that in his mind, but when bokuto was in emo-mode, he'd worry for him, too). no. this felt like something was upsetting bokuto, and it had been happening all day.
so when they got home, akaashi sat with him on the couch and asked.
"what's wrong?"
bokuto looked at him and he resembled a confused puppy.
"huh?"
"something is clearly off. talk to me."
"kaashi! nothing's wrong!" he tried to play it cool, smiling, but akaashi could see how the corners of his lips turned down.
"baby, you know you can trust me and talk to me." akaashi said, a little disappointed. bokuto would usually tell him right away.
bokuto looked away. "there's nothing to talk about, kaashi." he stood up and leaned down to kiss akaashi's forehead. "i'll take a shower now."
the boy went upstairs and akaashi sat there, stunned. this was so unlike bokuto. he debated himself for a while before standing up and following his boyfriend. he wasn't in the bathroom. he went to their room and saw him curled up into a ball under akaashi's studying table.
the black-haired boy rushed to his boyfriend, kneeling besides him and seeing that he was hiding his face on his knees.
"koutarou? baby?" he asked softly.
bokuto whimpered and gave up. he looked up and looked at akaashi with a sad expression.
"kaashi," he said and started crying, leaning into his lover, looking for an embrace.
akaashi wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back until he calmed down, which took him a pretty long time. once bokuto was more relaxed, his head placed in akaashi's shoulder and his eyes closing, akaashi spoke up.
"what happened, bo?"
bokuto whimpered.
"i can't help you if i don't know what it is."
bokuto took a deep breathe and broke the hug to look at akaashi.
"but i don't want to burden you..."
"you're my boyfriend and best friend, baby. you aren't a burden."
"and i'm embarassed..."
akaashi was silent for a second. bokuto? embarassed?
"you don't have to be, i won't judge you."
bokuto started to play with his fingers as he told what had happened.
"it was at practice yesterday. shoyo and i stayed practicing with atsumu late and i fell bad on my leg and iwaizumi told me i had sprained my ankle and i'm scared i won't be able to play again."
akaashi was stunned. he wanted to laugh, but of course he didn't.
"that's what iwaizumi said? that you sprained your ankle?"
bokuto nodded sadly. "and that i should rest for a while and not practice anymore."
"bokuto, baby, you will be able to play again in a few weeks. you didn't hurt yourself badly," he said softly, placing his hand in bokuto's cheek. "i sprained my ankle once in high school, remember? i was in bed and you took care of me everyday and wouldn't let me get up even when i was already okay? that's what happened to you."
bokuto was frowning. he was so cute.
"that's what happened?"
"yeah."
"i won't have to leave voleyball forever?"
"no, bo, you won't." he smiled softly.
bokuto smiled and hugged akaashi.
"YAY! i was so scared!"
akaashi chuckled and hugged him back.
"but why didn't you tell me? you have to tell me things like these."
"i was embarassed!" bokuto pouted. "you warned me to be careful and to not stay late, and i went and 'sprained my ankle!' :("
akaashi just shook his head.
they stayed in bed for the rest of the day, akaashi's head on bokuto's chest, listening to bokuto talk and talk and talk, and listening to his heartbeat. when it was nightime, they had dinner together in bed and then they fell asleep, bokuto spooning akaashi and telling him how pretty he was. akaashi smiled. he was used to falling asleep to bokuto's whispers of 'you're so pretty, kaashi' 'i love you so much baby' and "i have the prettiest boyfriend in the world!'
KALEâS LOVENOTE 2 YOU : hello luvrs, this fic is a product of a few things iâve been experimenting with so, i hope yâall like it! also, i have been obsessed with @tobios-housewife blog, like itâs a femdomâs fantasy. so i mostly dedicate this fic to her especially bc of the use of the word âcockletâ that i stole from her blog :P
Nishinoya pants open-mouthed, hair sticking to his sweaty skin as he grip your wrists and rolls his hips in slow grinds on your lube lathed cock. The feeling of wanting, needing more sizzled underneath his skin causing his nails dig deeper into your skin.
Damnit! Damnit! Damn!
He was losing his shit. Little by little, piece by piece. Itâs been hours. Hours, since he has been at this teasing his orgasm by your demand. The blunt head of the pseudo cock seemingly graze his prostate in the most frustrating way possible, it was there but just barely.
His thighs burned more than theyâve ever did, not when he was practicing âRolling Thunderâ more than six hours on end, not when he walked up and down the streets of Egypt underneath the blistering sun for hoursâsightseeing, goofing off.
Nothing of the sort could come close to this deathly ache in his thighs as of now. They were half numb from caging you in between, forcing you to sit back on yâallâs living roomâs couch and watch his every move as if he was the prey to your hawk appetite.
But, now is not the time for him to falter, is what he constantly tells himself.
The challenge was easier said than done, Nishinoya thinks.
You on the other hand was enjoying yourself. His defiance does nothing more than add gas to the fire he lit under his own ass. âIf you want to cum for mommy, you have to beg for it.â You reminded him for the umpteen time with that same sickening sweet and condescending tone, that never failed to make the wires in his brain tangle.
Itâs humorous when you think about the confidence that was on Yuâs face, in his strut and lacing his overconfident tone as he challenged you to make him beg. The skimpy two piece that Nishinoya was proudly strutting around in was now peeled from his body and laid discarded on the carpet somewhere, stained with globs of cum and saliva.
Now, big doe eyes stare into your polished gaze and a face glittered with rivers of tears cascading down Yuâs heavenly expression.
Nishinoya donât know how long he can keep up with his own stubbornnessârefusing to beg, refusing to fall apart from something as little as this. He chokes back a sob when your hands glide around to his ass, smacking at them, spreading them open and jiggling them in your palms.
He let out a few broken whimpers. Praying, hoping that youâll feel feverish need to climax in his painful grip on your skin and cut him some slack. Hoping that youâll command him to finally go faster, Hoping that youâll forget his big mouth spewing out nonsenseâ
âDoes mommyâs little brat want more?â You croon, growing bored with the pace yourself. If you werenât going to make him beg for more, then youâre just going to make him beg you to let him stop.
Yu nods his head feverishly, innocent and convinced that you fell for his little trick.
âUse your words, pretty boy.â
Nishinoya sobs at the petname, heat sizzling all over his body repeatedly. âY-yes, I need more! F-fasterr! Please!â
Got him. âMove faster for mommy.â You order. Your thumbs, moist with Yuâs cumâtwiddle at his hardened nipples.
Without second thought, Nishinoya hauled himself onto the cock, desperately bucking his hips. So greedy. His hands reached back to your knees and put all his weight onto them. Giving you a such a lewd view of his bobbling cocklet and his toned physique.
âMmmMmmmMmm.â
Your hands glide across his sleek skin, up his chest to his teeth bitten nipples, down in between his thighs to his cocklet that was soaking wet from his precum alone. His little cock twitches once, then once more again when the lightest graze of your hand made contact with it.
âFuck! Oh my-â
You thumb at his oversized clit, watching with a sadistic gleam gracing your features as more cum bead at his red cockhead and trail down the few inches. âDonât stop moving until mommy say so. Okay?â
âY-Youâre so mean.â Yu croaks out through a dry throat. Heâs been panting like a needy dog that heâs slobbing all over his chin, some of it dribbling down his chest.
You raised a brow. âDonât forget who asked for this.â
His back bows off of your lap as the cock pummels his prostate deliciously, ripping a languid grunt from his raw throat. He felt his orgasm before he heard it, body spasming on your lap and energy depleting quicker than ever. Nishiâs pathetic cock spurts uneven streams of cum on your body, his body and the couch.
Chest heaving, head thrown back and eyes fluttered shut. His mind and senses blanked so quickly that he couldnât conjure up a sentenceâlet alone a word.
âMommyâs sweet boy had a good time, milking his little cock.â You murmur sweetly, dragging your finger up to his stained thighs.
Nishinoya hums in agreement. Satisfied and ïżŒsedated.
âBut, did I tell you to stop, pretty boy?â You question with pursed lips.
Nishinoyaâs head flew up and towards you. He thought he mustâve misread you, so he blinks at you curiously, through his eyes lashes. The evil glint in your eyes showed what your intentions are so easily, so clearly through the post-haze of his orgasm. His eyes bulged out of his sockets. âHaaah?!â
âMommy! I canât-â Yu hiccups when your hands grip him waist, forcing him start up again.
âKeep fucking going brat.â
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sub oikawa pls?đ„ș like you ride and overstim him n stuff?
pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader
contains: femdom!! sub!kawa, praise w some degradation, edging!!! restraints (fuzzy cuffs ftw)!!
Tooru chuckles, a soft huff of laughter thatâs cut off when your eyes narrow, lips parting with a venom that makes his throat tighten, âWhatâs funny? Scared you can't even use your dumb cock to fuck me good?"Â
"Stop being mean." Oikawa almost whines, and you tilt his chin up instead of wasting the words, thumb running over the swell of his lower lip. They part beneath your gentle prodding, tongue slipping out to greet the tip of your finger before you drop it, watching the way he subconsciously dips down to chase it.Â
âIâll do what I want, Tooru.â His whole body seems to shudder, cock leaking against his stomach and it smears when you dare to get close enough, huffing at the mess. âI donât think youâre in a position to make demands- look, youâre leaking everywhere. So desperate, arenât you?âÂ
There's a fight in his eyes, you can see it when they narrow, but he relents, head falling back with a soft noise. His thighs tense beneath yours and his cock jerks, âY-yeah.âÂ
"Prove it to me then, sweetie."Â
The steadying grip only made his inhibitions loosen, drawing a few muffled sounds from his sore throat. The shame lessens soon after, breathy whimpers melting away into familiar moans.Â
Pride had long since been forgotten, quickly discarded somewhere between the stripping of his clothes and the tightening of cuffs against his skin. âOkay- yes.âÂ
The admission brings a smile to your face and the reward is well worth it. âThere we go.âÂ
âCan I-?â He whines, wiggling his hips up to meet you. Itâs difficult with the way heâs practically glued to the chair and you giggle at the vain attempt, fingers brushing his chest. Your palms wrap around his back, slide down broad shoulders until you meet where the fuzzy cuffs bind strong arms together. âPlease, baby- mâso hard.â
The feel of the plush fur makes you snort- reminding you of the nasally complaint when youâd pulled out the hard steel, but you didnât mind the exchange. Your touch makes him yank, fills the room with the soft creak of metal and you click your tongue.Â
âEasy, Tooru. Donât hurt yourself,â You fist a hand at the base of his cock, dragging the head against the slick pooling at the entrance of your cunt before sinking down just the slightest bit, barely enough to tease. âJust stay still, thatâs it- good boy.âÂ
You use his shoulders for leverage, digging your thumbs in to give him something to focus on as you ease yourself down. Thereâs a shake in your arms that you try your best to muffle, but when Tooru chokes out a throaty moan, you return the favor.
His forehead falls, pressing into your neck as he bucks up, not enough to move, but enough to knock you unsteady.Â
âKnock it off,â You warn, hand curling in through the hair at his nape. You wind it into your fist, wrenching it back. âKeep being a brat and you arenât coming at all.âÂ
You donât move, keep your thighs pressed to his as you let the words settle in and you can feel the sweat that gathers between your bodies. His mouth falls open, thick lashes fluttering as he swallows down the lump in his throat and you know that you have him.Â
His hands twist in each other, breath leaving him in choked pants as he arches from the chair. You donât think Tooru is aware of how much he moves- constantly squirming as he spreads his legs even further, searching for leverage.Â
âFuck,â He mewls, and thereâs a painful curl in his toes, body unable to decide whether to chase the pleasure or run from it, âLet me move, let me move, please.âÂ
âYou gonna be a good boy? Do what I tell you?â Itâs just to test the waters, to see how much Tooru is willing to give and youâre pleasantly surprised when his eyes roll to your face, glazed and hazy. His face is flushed, cheeks so ruddy you want to reach and out and pinch them.Â
âYeah.â Tooru swallows again, fingers curling into fists as if to ground himself. He doesnât break your gaze, only pulls his swollen lip between his teeth.
When you still donât move he grows frantic, voice cracking in a whine when he realizes you want more, âYeah. Wanna be good, Iâll be so good, promise- I promise, please.âÂ
You giggle, condescending in a way that makes him flush from head to toe, âI know you will baby, you gonna make me come like the perfect little bunny you are, right?âÂ
âI will,â He trips over his own words in a rush to get them out, whining and mewling with every slow rock of your body, âI will, I will, let me cum? Pleaseâneed to cum so bad.âÂ
âTooru.â The pestering irritates you, makes you yank his head back to bare the pale column of his throat. You donât slow your hips, too busy chasing after the need pooling in your own stomach, âKeep asking and you wonât at all.âÂ
He keens, nose scrunching up but he forces his hips down, chin quivering and fuck heâs so beautiful.
Thereâs no trace of the man from earlier, all rebellion whipped clean from his reddening face and it makes you moan, fighting the shake in your bones. âOkay,â He gasps, âOkay, okay, okay.âÂ
Youâre close- you can taste it on your tongue but you know he wonât last long enough for you to reach your peak. Thatâs not what itâs about though, so you settle on swinging your hips slowly, dragging your body up and down.Â
Every agonizing roll of your hips makes the electricity darting through his body even worse, shutting off that rational part in his brain that tells him you have an ulterior motive.
But his hips rut anyway, trembling palms sliding along the back of his chair and heâs never wished for anything more than the key to those stupid fucking hand-cuffs.Â
You canât help but let out your own little gasps, growing a little closer to the edge with every grind of your clit against his body. Your hands search his chest, pinching at his rosy nipples until he whines out in complaint, bucking up with a desperation youâve never seen before.Â
âW-wait,â He gaps, metal clanking as he yanks at the restrain. You drive yourself back down, moaning when the tip of his cock just barely brushes your sweet spot and you refocus your attention there, dropping down to get him as deep as possible before you lift up again. âYouâre gonna make me cum, please let me, I need to so bad.âÂ
A twisted pleasure curls in your gut, nefarious and dark when it brings a smile to your face. You press a sweet kiss to his lips, grinning when he mewls into your mouth and chases after your warmth with his hips.
His entirety seems to tremble beneath your fingertips, locking up when you send him over the edge.Â
âThatâs fine.â You tell him, low and languid. His brows knit, teeth hooking into his lower lip as he slams his eyes shut.Â
âAlmost, almost-â Tooru cuts himself off with a loud cry, head falling back as he chokes on his own breath and you flutter yourself around his cock, murmuring praise into the shell of his ear. He hears none of it, vaguely aware of you telling him how pretty and good he is but heâs more distracted by the fact you havenât let him go.Â
The man slumps forward in your arms as the pleasure ebbs away, a relieved sigh slipping past his swollen lips before he presses a kiss to your throat, panting.Â
âNow then,â You croon, tugging at his hair, pulling him up until his throat is bared for your eyes. You lift yourself, just enough to the air to reach his slick cock and he shudders, wide-eyed and speechless. âHow about you give me one more.âÂ
Oikawa whimpers almost immediately, heavy and exhausted, and every part of his body seems to throb. You rock against him anyway, and itâs the only warning that he gets before you begin riding him in earnest, coaxing all of the frazzled nerves in his body back to life.Â
âFuck.â Tooru whispers, tense with disbelief. He ruts into you instinctively, âOh fuck, youâre not going to- oh.âÂ
His voice falls off and you donât give him a second to recover and internally heâs grateful. His head spins, tears beginning the treacherous trek down his cheeks and Tooru feels like heâs burning.
Every motion hurts, a pleasure so painful itâs impossible to think of anything else but the way his body reacts, growing hard inside of you.Â
If it weren't for the cuffs that bind him to the chair Oikawa probably would have collapsed entirely, especially when his whole body feels like itâs melting through the floor and heâs too dizzy to gasp for air. Itâs so much, so overwhelming his raw nerves cry out for relief.Â
âOh fuck, gânna cum again, so close- IÂ canât, I canât.â He sounds helpless, doesnât do anything to fight back and the tears gathering in his eyes mix with the drool that slips from his open mouth, tongue running uselessly over his lips.Â
âTooru,â You cut in, and the tone makes him force his eyes open even through the glaze, âGive me your color baby.â
âGreen- '' The man gasps like he canât get the words out fast enough, back arching off of the chair and you can hear the stick of leather against his skin. He shakes, bends himself at the awkward angle to fuck up into your wet cunt even more, âGreen greengreengreen-âÂ
The admission soothes you, stills the nervous beating of your heart and lures you deeper into his chest. Tooru is so pretty, floundering for air like he canât get enough, but thereâs a watery expression on his face, eyes unfocused when they meet yours.Â
âThen you can.â The smile that cuts across your face is venomous. You lift your hips the slightest bit, reveling in his pained whine. âAnd you will.âÂ
âPlease-â Tooru doesn't know what heâs begging for, only chases the pleasure even though the sensitivity makes his insides quake. His body is a living contradiction, brain-melting amongst the gooey warmth. âToo much-!âÂ
âYeah just like that, filling me up so good.â You gasp when his hips rock up anyways, leave the chair to fuck up into your slick heat and you moan at the force, âJust like that, sweetie, there you go. That feel good?âÂ
âSo good,â He slurs like he didnât even hear you, eyes clamped shut when you tense up, wet heat slipping down his cock, âSâwarm- wanna cum, please. Please?âÂ
âYou love being my good boy, donât you?â And when he keens, face flushing, you giggle, âSay it out loud for me, Tooru.âÂ
Itâs humiliating to even think about, but he arches his back anyway, eyes rolling back when you fuck yourself on his dick with enough aggression to break his resistance. Tooru is completely at your mercy in this space, but nothing sounds better.Â
âFuck,â He cries, shame burning his cheeks. You donât think youâve ever seen him so needy, desperate and destroyed when your hips slam down over and over, reverberating through his body.
The floodgates break open all at once, voice cracking when he lets go of the tension heâd been trying so hard to hold back, âIâm your good- good boy.â Â
âMy good boy gonna cum? Make a mess for me?â You purr, and thatâs all it takes for him to come undone. His thighs go taught beneath you, muscle flexing beneath skin as his body is devastated by the aftermath.
He doesn't come much, cock dribbling meekly inside of you but it seems like it lasts forever, throat sore and aching by the time he can collect himself.Â
Itâs the pathetic sound of his cries that send you over, finally giving in to that burn in your own stomach as you sigh happily, a shudder running down your spine.
Your fingers find the cuffs no soon after, clicking them open with unsteady hands and the first thing Tooru does is crush you to his chest, tucking his face into your neck and inhaling deeply. You laugh, absentmindedly playing with his unruly hair as he blinks into awareness.
A few minutes of silence pass before he breaks it, âIâm going to make you pay for that.âÂ
How would the haikyuu boys react to dumbification? You do what you gotta do with this ask.
a/n: wheeww-i thought many thoughts when i saw this <3 this is a subby boys edition, because we must :)
characters: ushijima, bokuto, oikawa, suna
warnings: dub/sub dynamics, fem!dom!reader, dirty talk, choking, nipple play, overstimulation, dumbification, squirting, âmommyâ is said once, anal fingering, pegging, blowjobs, face fucking, bondage
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ushijima gets real quiet when heâs being fucked stupidÂ
the only sounds that escape him are these desperate groans, the sound of them going straight to your cuntÂ
his eyes get all unfocused-the only thing he can pay attention to is watching your tits bounce as you ride himÂ
heâs gonna need you to help him out at this point, poor fucked out beefy man canât think for himself when heâs like thisÂ
your thighs ache from the exertion, but you will yourself to keep going, one hand at ushijimaâs throat, the other resting on his chest and tweaking his nipple every time you slam back down on his cock. his mouth is slightly open now-drool is dribbling out the side of it and he doesnât even know heâs doing it. poor ushijima is only focused on the feeling of your pussy around his cock, and he canât help the sounds that escape him, can he? not when youâre fucking him so well.Â
âyou gotta tell me what you want, love,â you say in his ear, out of breath. âwanna cum? yeah?âÂ
bokutoÂ
he probably wouldnât even notice what was happening to him at firstÂ
heâs so focused on pounding you into the mattress, watching as you clench around his thick cock, slick gathered where the two of you are connected, that heâs not even paying attention to what heâs sayingÂ
heâs just babbling at this point, his deep thrusts making your toes curl as he bends your knees to your chest and continues with his relentless paceÂ
âgotta make you cum, baby-tryna make you cum-â bokuto says over and over, his fingers digging into your skin, the sound of skin slapping against skin the only other thing you can hear besides his moans.Â
âi know youâre gonna make me cum, baby,â you say back, your arms wrapped around his shoulders for traction as he pounds into you. âyouâre a good boy, you can do it.âÂ
âi promise-promise, promise, promise-âbokuto murmurs, even after you finally cum, squirting all over his cock, his own cum mixing with yours as he buries his face in your neck. âsee? i did it. just like i promised.â Â
oikawa
two words describe tooru best when heâs fucked out: vocal and messy
expect to see him lying on his back on the bed like a good little pillow princess, with tears staining his pretty long lashes
heâll definitely suck on his fingers before sinking them into his hole, his cock twitching as he works himself open for you for the fifth time that nightÂ
âplease mommy-put it in again~â oikawa babbles, a sigh of relief escaping him as you slide your strap inside him with one thrust.Â
âit went in so easy. you take me so well,â you coo, brushing strands of hair off of his forehead before you begin fucking into him at a relentless pace. oikawa is grasping the sheets between lithe fingers, arching his back, putting on a show for you. he fucks himself back onto your cock, his skin covered in a sheen of spit and sweat.Â
âyeah, thatâs cause im a good boy, iâm your good boy, right?â oikawa keep repeating, watching as your hand reaches down, finally stroking his cock for the first time tonight.
âyes you are,â you whisper, kissing him on the forehead as he cums around your cock.
suna
if you want to see suna lose his mind, you should tie him up and suck him dry
the sight of you with your lips wrapped around his cock, spit gathering at the base of his dick as you take him into your throat will make him absolutely unravel
knowing that youâre making him feel this way and he canât even do anything about it will make him cum harder than he ever has before.Â
âgotta touch you-gotta touch you-â suna cries out; heâs practically fucking his cock into your mouth at this point, each snap of his hips sending him further down your throat. âsorry-canât help it-gotta-â
you grip the base of his cock, squeezing lightly as you lather your tongue on the underside-sunaâs pretty wrists are tied to the bedposts, and his eyes never leave yours, his mouth hanging open and his tongue lolling as you bring him to the peak.Â
âyes-like that-like that-yeah, im gonna-hnng-â suna lifts his hips up, stilling as he pumps his cum into your mouth, watching with his eyes clouded over as you smile and swallow every last drop
request i was waxing my legs bc corona shut down all the beauticians so i bought strips from the store and was doing it while watching tv and my dad walked in and was like??? wtF are u doin?? and i RIPPED a strip off and was like âwaxing my legs whyâ w my face just đ and he was HORRIFIED like đ° are you OKAY?? and iâm like?? + wanted him to put a strip on the back bc i couldnât reach and he was like NO i donât wanna hurt u!! soo Noya walking in on reader waxing her legs and his FEAR AHAHAHÂ
note tbh iâve never waxed my legs so this is based on the little knowledge i have on this hahah hope you still enjoy tho!!
you just wanted to spend an evening taking care of yourself, pampering yourself and all that
after organizing your materials you settle on waxing your legs first, as it was probably the most time consuming task in your list
you prepare everything you need and proceed to applying the wax and strips on your legs
noya seem to need something from one of the drawers in your bathroom and happened to walk in, only to be utterly confused by what you were doing
(I believe he doesnât know what waxing your legs looks like lmao)
âbabeâŠwhat are you doing?
âwaxing my legsâŠ?â
you take a look at the strip to confirm it was ready for you to rip off
once you are sure you just rip it off fast and steadily
noya looks at you with terror, his eyes looking strictly between you, your leg, and the strip in your hand.
âbaby why would you do that to yourselfâ he basically yells out because poor boy is scared
âitâs not that dramatic love, itâs just wax. actually, I need your help. can you help me with this spot on the back I canât reach?â
he immediately refuses, shaking his head left to right.
he looks like a scaredy cat please help him
you just sigh and go back to your legs.
in an attempt to stop you because he believes you are hurting yourself he just bolts forward and knocks all the products you had out and tackles you to the floor.
âyouâre not doing that againâ
he lifts you and takes you to the couch and traps you there in his arms, almost forcing you to cuddle
ânoyaaa! let me go, I need to finish!â
ânoâ
 and he just hides in your neck, limiting even more your mobility.
âyou look perfect just how you are baby thereâs no need on doing that and hurting yourself.â
he may be scared of how painful it looked, but that at least guaranteed you a cuddle session with your caring boyfriend, and you can always go back to it once noya is not looking.
Hello there! Can I request jealous Nishinoya HCS and Nishinoya kinks HCS? ^^
you absolutely CAN omg my favourite boy! I got way too into this because i fancy the hole off of noya lmao
pairing: nishinoya yuu x reader
warnings: NSFW under the cut!
first of all, noya is gonna treat his s/o like absolute royalty. Heâll spend his pocket money on tiny gifts that buys impulsively just because they reminded him of you, and he just generally feels like heâs totally lucked out by finding someone as amazing as you to be his s/o
As a result, when he feels like someone is trying to cozy up to you he gets super protective of you. Itâs not in a âyouâre mine so no one else can even look at youâ kind of way though â heâs so proud that you chose him to be your boyfriend that he actually kind of loves showing you off. When people compliment you, heâs right there beside them hyping you up with cries of âI know, right? Y/N is the best!â
He makes sure that everyone knows you two are going out with each other, so the likelihood of someone trying to come on to you is pretty low
But if someone is for real trying to hit on you, noya is there in a flash. Heâs not exactly the most physically intimidating boy out there, but heâs so over the top about protecting you that it actually works and startles whoeverâs been bothering you away. Itâs like having a little pomeranian guard dog, and itâs as endlessly endearing as it is exasperating
trigger warnings: 18+, smut, pegging, brief drug use
a/n: um, hi. welcome to day four of kinktober brought to you on day seven âcause lifeâs rough, man. this is my very first fic so lemme just say a quick thank you to @bakatenshii, @blahkugo, and @undermattsun for listening to me scream and always screaming back with encouragement. this fic wouldnât exist without you. i wanna thank @lookslikeleese and @rat-suki for being the og reasons im even on tumblr writing and for doing this kinktober with me. ily all more than my cold little heart knows how to handle. âĄÂ
âI like it when you call me baby boy.â
The sentence that started it all. At first youâd thought it was a joke, Noya kinda had this bad habit of throwing shit out just to make sure you were paying attention, but there was an uncharacteristic dusting of pink on his cheeks that had you sucking your usual âfuck youâ response back in with a choke.Â
