The Haikyuu Boys Responding to you Texting Them āI Want to Sit on your Faceā | Pt.3
Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader
Notes: Time for part 3! So a quick update as to the things Iām working on: I have finished MatsuHanaās poly smut chapter, I just need to proofread it and I will be able to post it. Iāll try and get that done tonight! Iām also working on Sunaās Hustler post part 2 as well as some texting series ideas for both the Haikyuu and MHA boysĀ
In this chapter I have: Akaashi, Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Daichi, Sugawara, and Ennoshita! I hope that you like this part š
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yamaguchi x f!reader
sum: when taking someone home from the bar didn't work you tried the second-best place - the train home
cw: 18+ only, mdni, intoxicated reader, alcohol, noncon/dubcon bc of alcohol, pushy/needy reader (comes onto yams), very public sex, toy mentions (no use), degradation, kinda dry humping, she/her gendered language used, unprotected, ending up to interp
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āText me when you get home!ā Your last friend at the station called as you passed through the gates. They were already being hauled away by their hookup, no maybe they were datingā¦ you couldnāt remember now, not with a jumble of shots and drinks still coursing through your body. You gave a simple thumbs up, thoughts not moving quick enough to come up with much of anything.
That had been your plan from the minute your friends suggested going out - going home with someone. It seemed everyone else in your party succeeded by the end of the night whether they stumbled away with long-term partners, dates, hook-ups and just about everything in-between. Yet, here you were again - eyes slowly flashing around the platform while you waited for your train alone and more than frustrated.
In the back of your head you congratulated the favorite toy you were gearing up to go home to for pulling through once again when no one else could. The thought made you giggle a little to yourself, chuckling at no one but the dirty cement.
Tired, brown eyes flicker over, distracted by the noise. Between being unaware and hyper aware of your surroundings you feel his gaze and more than obviously twist your head around to look at him. When your eyes connect youāre more surprised than you should be, and while normally you may be embarrassed you canāt help but smile and give him a small wave.
Without hesitation, your mind wanders. Heās cute, you think, and in his plain office clothes you can tell heās probably coming home late. Thereās no ring that you can see and no one hanging off his arm so thereās at least a chance that heād be open to something. But before you can gear up to turn to him again or even think of what to say, the rumble of the train approaches and the speaker goes off to announce its arrival.
In a panic, your turn again, just in time to see him shuffle on-board into an empty-looking car. Thereās not many people around this time of night - too late for those with regular jobs and too early for those who like to stay out into the morning hours. You force your heavy limbs to follow him into the cab, nearly tripping over the seam, and just barely catching yourself on one of the grab handles right in front of him.
You hear him snort, glancing behind you to see him trying to cover up a smirk. Another passenger files in around you, and you take the opportunity to move back until youāre directly in front of him. Maybe itās wrong, you think, trying to put yourself on display for a total stranger. But the need for touch and intimacy - and the alcohol - far outweighs any kind of rational thought that creeps into your head.
Yamaguchi wasnāt sure when he first saw you, but after witnessing you stumble after him and scoot your ass back so it was practically in his face, he knew. He could smell the booze, tobacco, and sweat on your skin from here. Though he was grateful to have such a pretty ass before him, he wondered how you ended up here all alone and obviously wanting something. It was easy enough to assume the 'something' at hand and he was more than willing to offer up to you.
The train starts suddenly, and while youāre barely paying attention, lurches you back against the man seated behind you. While you have no plan, you have some faint hope that maybe you could land in his lap, start up a conversation, and you can take him home for the weekend.
Any half-assed idea you have within the moment is shattered by his, surprisingly strong, grip wrapping around either of your thighs and helping you to stay upright. Unintentionally, you let out a small groan and turn back slightly to mumble a simple āsorryā to him.
āNo worries,ā he grins back, slowly taking his hands down, making sure to let his fingertips caress your hot skin. Whether or not itās intentional, heās not sure nor does he entirely care, but when you shift your feet again the skirt of your dress rides up just right to give him a perfect view of the flimsy panties you have on underneath. Thereās barely any fabric, and whatās there is thin and useless enough to show every line and contour.
You know what youāre doing, or at least you think you do. Even as the alcohol starts to fade you feel yourself growing bolder and bolder with the man behind you. His hands felt so nice digging into the flesh of your thighs. Itās all you want over and over again. Youāre thankful he doesnāt seem so adverse to any of your not-so-subtle advances.
The train is lit a little brighter than you would like and the smell of cigarettes and some unknown mustiness permeates the air. Itās certainly not the sexy or romantic night you longed for, but as you feel the train come to another faltering stop you realize it may be the kind you get.
This time, Yamaguchiās mind is elsewhere. Heās transfixed, staring hard between your legs while one of his hands snakes into his lap to rub away some tension from his hardening cock. He thinks how easy it would be to pull you against him and let you wiggle around until he was creaming his pants. Thankfully, he doesnāt have to fantasize much because you break his thoughts by crashing directly into his waiting lap. On instinct his hands wrap around your waist to steady your jittering body.
āSo sorry about that.ā You huff with a little, sly smile. He bites the inside of his lip, molars clenched so hard youāre worried youāve made a mistake. āI drank a little tonight.ā Whispering, you lean in a little closer than you should to the strangerās ear. At that his expression eases.
āI can see,ā he starts with a gentle tone, ādo you want to sit beside me?ā He asks, making no motion to move you from his lap. You have to feel him, he thinks. Sure, youāre drunk, but not drunk enough to be completely oblivious to something so hard digging into your ass.
āActuallyā¦ā you giggle, turning your upper half so you can drape an arm around his shoulder, āI kind of like it here. But you can put me wherever.ā
He grunts, easily pulling your hips back until they were flush with his abdomen. Your body melded so well with his, so easy to move around to his will. You felt you had won a level of a game, but couldnāt figure out how to get to the next stage. Inhibitions were tossed out between the buzz of feeling his warm body so close to yours and the obvious erection practically screaming to be freed.
It was hard to get comfortable. Well, thatās what you told yourself as you squirmed around in his lap. Legs between his, then straddling his, wrapping both arms around him, turning full away from him, really anything to keep feeling his cock prop up ever harder against you. The pressure from his fingertips grew tighter and tighter - so tight you felt you might bruise - with each little shift, little sighs and puffs growing closer together in time. Finally, you shifted once more to lean your head back on his shoulder.
āYouāre really hard, you know?ā You whisper, breath hot and lips searing against his pulse. It takes all his resolve to not shiver under your touch. Instead, he lets his chin rest on your opposite shoulder, releasing his grip on you just to wrap his arms around your middle.
āCalm down, donāt make a scene.ā He chastises. He doesnāt really believe his words, but he needs to hear you some more, feel you some more. Besides, there's no one else really around, not that's paying attention anyhow, he reasons.
Those words seem to just set you off. You let out a long, huffy sigh from your nose and cross your arms just under your chest, pushing up your breasts in the low-cut thing for him to view. Faintly, he wonders how someone so obviously hot and so obviously horny didnāt go home with someone else, but heās grateful.
āYa know,ā you start as if reading his mind, āall my friends got to go home with someone tonight. Theyāre all so lucky. Or maybe theyāre just better at talking to people than I am. And Iām here now on the train alone, going to my empty house and all I wanted was something in my empty pussy.ā You didnāt know what possessed you to prattle on and be as explicit as you were, but with the way his cock jumped, youāre glad you did. āYouāre really cute, you know, with those littleā¦ā you trail off, unable to find the words, lightly tapping his cheek. āI wouldāve liked to go home with you.ā
āUgh.ā He groans, and youāre not sure whether itās good or bad with the inflection of his tone, but youāre not given time to think either. āYouāre fucking lucky I picked a compartment with barely any people in it, fucking horny little stalker.ā
One of his hands is rushing between your squished bodies, hardly able to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. He pushes you up for half a second and before you can whine in response, heās pulling you back down. The hot length of his cock is pressed perfectly between your legs. Everything feels so real all of a sudden, yet youāre worried youāre dreaming.
āHow are you even this soaked when all youāve done is screw around in my lap? Youāre really dying for some dick, huh?ā
āU-uh-huh.ā You hiccup out, already grinding against him.
āMight as well give a little whore what she wants.ā He scoffs. It doesn't quite hit at first, the way his length is nudged so tightly against you, threatening to slip into your tight walls.
āPleaseā¦ā with a sad, simpering whine, you tug the front of your outfit down in some weak attempt to cover whatās happening underneath. āPlease, wan-ā
āShut up, so fucking tight, can tell, agh, tell you havenāt been fu-uuhhā¦ā
Although thereās an agonizing stretch, once the crown of his tip pops into you, heās dragging you down into his lap. Without any prep he makes you feel as though youāre going to split, cunt desperately clenching around him in some attempt to free itself from the intrusion. His arms remain steadfast around you and keep you neatly tucked against his lap, rocking his hips up into yours.
Needy for some kind of relief, you gyrate your hips back and forth. You were thankful he had sat in such an undesirable spot, and away from most people. The handful of people in the car with you have earbuds in or seem otherwise preoccupied with themselves. Eyes that flickered over the two of you every little while or so moved away in an instant, but any little bits of attention just seemed to fuel his thrusts as he practically bounced you in his lap.
Painfully, you held back the loud moans you so needed to let out, biting into the back of your hand and panting.
āFeel so good, so wet and suck me in so well,ā he breathes, āLike you were made for me.ā
Itās all you can do to silently nod, the way you fall back against his chest only pushing him deeper inside of you. Before you can protest, unsure in your ability to keep mediocrely quiet for much longer, a hand moves to your front, pushing the dress up higher. His fingers land just above where youāre connected, blindly trying to find your clit in the mess of wetness and jerky movements.
āWish I could hear you scream, but I wonāt push my luck. Youāve already given me so, mmh, much tonight.ā
Your thighs jerk together when he swipes a finger over your clit, grinding deeper into his thrusts. The way you clench and cream harder around him doesnāt go unnoticed, and his motions speed up. With how long youāve been pent up and longing for something more, it doesnāt take long for heat to build up in your core. Youāre teetering on the edge of release, whimpers barely held back although youāre digging your teeth into the soft flesh of your hand, so close the edge, to what youāve been waiting for. And then, with no warning, he stops all at once.
He pulls you tight to his lap, drapes his jacket that had been sitting beside him over your more than exposed legs, and simply rests his chin on your shoulder with a little huff. The crackling voice over the speakers and the shuffle of people around you pull you from your daze, finally making you relax in his arms.
āWhe-wait, this is my stop.ā You process the words coming through slowly, only realizing as the train halts to another stop and the doors slide open on either side. Weakly, youāre squirming in his hold, trying to move without causing too much of a scene and acutely aware that heās still neatly lodged inside your needy pussy.
āYou wanna go home and cry about a half fuck or do you want to follow through?ā The commanding tone is so gently forceful you donāt dare to disagree. It sounded as if he made some kind of living being in charge, somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if he was some kind of teacher or manager. The thought is quickly erased when he shifts to press his lips against the shell of your ear. āWell?ā He presses on, demanding an answer.
āNo, I wannaā¦ wanna finish.ā
āGood girl.ā He shifts back in his seat when people are finally done filing off, languidly rocking his hips into you once again. "Kinda sick you get off on this so much." He scoffs. "Can feel you dripping all over me. Guess you really did need something in you."
His hands snakes under the jacket, easily finding your clit that's still so on the edge of pleasure, it makes you jolt when his fingers connect. "I've had a long fucking week so to be honest I'm not gonna last much longer. Plus," he muses, steadily working you up, "fuck you feel good, ahh, plus my stop is next."
It's a miracle, you think, that the only couple of people left are sitting in the back with their music on so loud you could hear the dull echo. That last thought is all you have grounding yourself just before the first was of pleasure washes over you. Pain reverberates through your jaw as you clench, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back from moaning.
āWant you to cum in me.ā You weakly beg, ruined voice barely whispering loud enough for him to hear.
The plea has him closer to the edge than heād like to admit, cock already twitching against your walls. But he can feel how close you are as he holds back the involuntary jerks of your body and cunt around him, and he canāt help but push you along, eagerly swiping his fingers around the sloppy mess of your clit.
āFirst you gotta let go, okay? Just let it go.ā His voice is much softer now as he coos the words to you. It takes everything in your concentration addled brain to hold back all the moans and sighs when the pressure finally snaps inside of you.
For a brief second you think about your lonely toy at home and how, even during its best, it never made you feel this good. Part of you wants to blame it on the alcohol, but at this point, itās long gone. Before you can compose yourself or even catch your breath, heās quivering inside of you, cock spurting hot ropes of thick cum deep inside you.
Even as he softens, he doesnāt dare to move, not when youāre still pulsing around him, body laid back so comfortably against his. You look so content, angelic even, he thinks. As his mind clears and his breath evens out with yours, his eyes start fluttering just for the briefest of seconds before the speakers crackle once again.
āHey,ā he starts quietly, nudging you just enough so you look at him.
āHmm?ā When you look back at him you notice the pink tinge across his cheeks, the color sets your heart into overdrive making you feel more flustered than you should be considering heās still inside of you.
āCome home with me. You deserve to go home with someone tonight, thatās what you said you wanted right?ā
You want to answer, youāre scrambling to find the words, your brain still fuzzy and wanting. Heās waiting patiently for you, expression showing quite obviously what it is he wants. Just as the train starts grinding to a halt heās carefully adjusting you so he can slip out, still keeping the jacket carefully placed over your lap.
CONTENT WARNING: dom hinata, porn without a plot, verbal degradation, fingering, pussy slapping (once), hinata is hung, little to no prep, size kink, biting, mating press, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie
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His MSBY uniform stuck to his skin, clenching to his fit form due to the excess sweat that has accumulated throughout his match earlier. As you looked at him, you were able to see the outline of his abs under the thick fabric.
His eyes zeroed in on your frame, scanning you from head to toe. His eyes lingered longer on your chest, which adorned a shirt with his name and number on it. You truly looked so beautiful when you wore his name so proudly on your body.
"I love when you come and support me," He started with a cheshire grin that looked too sweet to be true. "but I hate when you act like a slut for everyone to see. Atsumu saw your little show." As his sentence continued on, his grin became noticeably more forced.
He took your face into his hands, gently squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. Leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips as you tried to mumble out excuses.
Not having any of that, he pushes your body back on the plush hotel bed. You're quick to strip out of your clothes, leaving only your bra and underwear on your body. Climbing over you, he places a thick leg in between yours. You reach out to touch his face, but he's quick to pin the hand under you.
"Leave this right here. Greedy little sluts don't get to touch me. Do you understand?"
You're agreeing quickly, desperate to have him between your legs.
Leaning back on his knees, he quickly strips himself of his jersey top. You shamelessly stare at the way his muscles flex under the light, licking your lips at the sight.
"You look so good, Sho, always look so good."
He laughs lightly, shaking his head from side to side.
He slides your panties to the side, looking at the mess between your legs. His pupils dilate as he watches your little hole clench under his stare. He runs two slim fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal on his fingers.
He teases your hole by applying gentle pressure, careful not to actually sink his fingers into your pussy. Bringing both of his thumbs to your body, he gently pulls apart your pussy lips to expose your clit. The neglected bud is throbbing from excitement, heightened by his intense stare.
A skilled thumb circled the bud, massaging in slow circles. You throw your head back in pleasure, digging your teeth into the flesh of your bottom lip. Irritated that you chose to muffle your moans, he digs his thumb even deeper into the sensitive bud, changing the direction he's rolling entirely.
The change in pace has your back arching off the bed as a moan escapes the back of your throat. As your hips start to rock under his touch, he stops entirely. Before you even have a chance to ask him a question, his hand comes down to slap your throbbing clit. You feel your cunt throbbing harshly after the impact.
He grabs one of your ankles and pulls you further down the bed. His hands roughly spread your plush thighs. He had wanted to take his time, genuinely he did, but he'd been turned on for far too long now. The skimpy pictures you had sent him right before the game clouded his vision.
He pulls his athletic shorts and boxers down his legs, discarding them somewhere across the room in a hurry. He jerks his cock slowly, groaning at the feeling. Your eyes are zoned in on the precum that's dripping down the tip. He keeps jerking himself until the precum has dribbled down to his fingers.
He slaps the fat cockhead against your clit a few times, drinking in the way your body jerks at the motion.
"Every time I see your tiny little cunt, I always wonder how I'm gonna fit." His voice has dropped an octave, causing chills to run down your body. Your hands remained in clenched fists above your head, itching to touch him anywhere.
He runs his tip through your folds, catching on your clit with every upward swipe.
He teases you by pressing the tip past your opening, but not deep enough to take the entire cockhead. He does this a few times, teasingly stretching you out. Without warning, he's sinking halfway into your cunt.
Your back arches off the back at the stretch, feeling the pleasurable burn between your thighs. Your cunt clenches around the intrusion immediately, causing Hinata to throw his head back.
"You're so big, Sho, give me a minute."
Leaning forward, he grabs both hands in one of his own. The action has him sinking even deeper into your tight heat. You're whining in his ear as he leans forward to speak into your neck.
"You needed it earlier, so take it now."
he pushes the thickest part of him into you until his balls are resting against your ass. His cock deliciously presses against your g-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure to the sensitive area.
He starts thrusting into you slowly, making sure you feel every vein catch on your sensitive walls. Every time he thrusts into you, the sound of skin slapping echos through the room.
His head is buried in your neck, providing you access to his neck and shoulders. You gently suck on his neck, leaving kisses as you get used to his thick length. His hips push deeper into you every time your teeth catch on his skin.
You push your hips off the bed, desperate to feel him deeper in your core. He growls at the action, roughly thrusting into you. He takes his time throwing your legs over his shoulder one at a time. Your eyes widen once you find both legs over his shoulders.
"Not this position, I always make a mess!"
Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he starts moving his hips. Your body starts thrashing under him, jumping from the overstimulation. This position always has him angled at just the right area, resulting in power orgasms every time.
His lips kiss every inch of exposed skin, sucking dark marks into your skin.
The loud squelching of your pussy can be heard above all the moaning and panting in the room. Strings of slick connect the two of you every time his hips leave your body.
You feel your orgasm approaching as he keeps battering your cunt. You try to shift your hips, hoping to prolong the pleasure just a little bit more. Unfortunately, the shifted position allows him to hit that sensitive spot even easier.
He grunts above you, struggling to pull his cock out of your cunt. Your clenching walls kept sucking him back into you. Your tightness was bringing him closer to his own orgasm.
Leaning forward, his forehead rests against yours. The two of you breathe in the same air, moaning into each other's mouths desperately. His hips grind against your clit with every rough thrust.
"I'm close, gonna make a mess, Sho."
Despite the ache in his muscles, he's pushing to make sure you have a powerful orgasm. After a few more calculated thrusts, you're cumming around him intensely. Your walls gush around him, nearly forcing him out of your cunt. As a result, he's working even harder to thrust into you, desperate to have you milk his cock.
A few moments later, he's cumming, coating your walls in his release. He continues to stroke his overstimulated cock into you, desperate to fill you with every last drop of cum he has.
The two of you collapse, covered in sweat and cum, ready to do it all over in a few moments.
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