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alemanisima

I had to add more soft Bakugo to my life 🙂‍↕️

eikyuuni

izuku letting katsuki fuck his girlfriend ⭑.ᐟ mdni ᭝ threesome, unprotected p in v, creampie, brief cum play, lots of praise from izuku in the cuck chair

your cheek's pressed into the sheets, hands fisting in the fabric as katsuki fucks into you from behind. low grunts under his breath, jaw tight, pace relentless. his hands are rough on your hips, dragging you back into each thrust, hard enough so you feel every inch, every grind, every low, deep press of his cock as he fucks into that same aching spot over and over again.

izuku's curled close, lying on his side just... watching. one hand resting light on your thigh, the other tucked under his head, soft eyes flicking between your face and down to where katsuki's cock keeps disappearing into you.

"you're taking him so well," he murmurs, thumb brushing a little higher, just grazing the edge of your ass, the curve of your hip. his voice is soft, too soft for how filthy it makes you feel. "look at you, angel... you're so full, he's stretching you out so pretty."

you nod meekly, eyes glinting as a sharp gasp slips past your lips when katsuki fucks into you harder, as if he's punishing you for forgetting who's inside you.

izuku hums, dark eyes flicking to katsuki's before returning to yours, smiling. "i know, sweetheart... it's too much, huh?"

katsuki growls low behind you. a quiet, "shut the fuck up," as he slides a hand up to the back of your neck, palm warm against your skin as he presses in so deep you let out a choked, ah— katsuki

"that's it," izuku coos, completely unfazed. "just breathe through it. you're doing so good."

his hand smooths up your back, soothing and warm like he's trying to calm you down while he let's katsuki fuck you stupid right in front of him. like he's not hard under his sweats, cock pressed tight, precum spotting the fabric as he bites the inside of his cheek every time you moan.

"he's so mean, isn't he?" izuku murmurs, low near your ear. "but he always gives you exactly what you need. you should say thank you, baby," he encourages, lips pressing to the side of your neck. "go on, tell kacchan how thankful you are."

megumiangel

frat!kuna and his scaredy-cat gf! ><

-> 0.8k, sfw!

you insisted on going to the horror movie night with your new boyfriend, sukuna, after overhearing his idiot frat brothers whispering about you.

“she’s really soft.”

“i've never seen ryo with a girl like her.”

“watch her piss herself at the first jumpscare.”

laughter all around.

and maybe it was stupid, but you wanted to prove them wrong. prove you could handle the same things as the girls he usually kept around. cool girls. confident girls. mature girls who didn’t cling to their boyfriend’s sleeve every five minutes.

so you sat beside sukuna and in that freezing theater, chin lifted stubbornly, pretending your stomach wasn’t already twisting from the opening music alone.

for the first thirty minutes, you held it together.

barely.

mssunnydoll

MDNI, 18+

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“A-ang! Too much-” You gasp, holding Modern!Aang bulky arms as his fingers works on your cunt, rubbing your clit as he pumped himself into you

“M’sorry…you just look so pretty…and you feel so good too...so fucking good” Aang groaned biting down on your shoulder

One moment you were showing Aang your new nightgown, the next moment you two were fucking like rabbits for about two hours with the sound of skin echoing the room. Thankfully your daughter was at Katara's house, somehow she knew Aang would pounce on you the moment he saw you in the nightgown

He made you moan so loudly that you were sure your neighbors were going to glare at you the next time they see you. But what could you do but moan when he was ramming into you, and using you like his personal sex toy?

“Hck!- slow down!”

“I can’t…you know I can’t…” Aang whispers using his other hand to rub your overstimulated nipples “You feel too good…so good that I want another kid…can you give me another kid”

When you didn’t reply, he sped up, holding you in place as he grips your hip “Baby please…let me make you a mama again…our daughter is so cute…please let me have another one” Aang whispers removing his hand from your cunt and spreading your legs farther

“Look at how well she takes me…she takes me so good…it's like she knows the size of my dick” Aang groans “Wanna cum baby? Wanna remind my dick who owns this cunt?”

You whimper in response, your moan getting louder and louder by the second

“I need words baby…”

“Please-”

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum again”

He groans in response, his hips going deeper into your cunt, the slow rhythm before turning onto a rapid movement, the bed echoes his movement .You soon feel the familiar tight coil in your stomach, the feeling you’ve gone through a lot but never fails to make you happy

“Fuck-” Aang groans again before one final thrust, his seed filling up your cunt as you climaxed, your legs shaking in response.

You moaned as he pulled his dick out of your cunt, his seeds leaking unto the bed along with your juices, for the…you lost count of how many times he made you cum that night

“'Nother?” Aang begged tapping his dick on your swollen cunt “Last one I promise”

tokkushin

✦ katsuki and his shy girl ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

katsuki with a shy girl who only lets him eat her out if he has a blanket over his head...

he tried to do it a couple times before, only to be met with your thighs clenched around his head and your face stuffed in a pillow — pulling him up by the collar of his shirt as you ignore the ache between your thighs and mutter that he "doesn't have to do that"

and katsuki knows what he can do, prides himself on knowing how to eat pussy, how to make his girl feel good — and he's determined to get to the bottom of this.

so, the next time he's kissing down the valley of your cleavage and feels his hair being tugged as he reaches for your waistband, he decides enough is enough.

"why won't you let me do this"

your hands loosen their grip in his hair, "katsuki—"

"please, you're killing me here" he mutters, bringing one of your hands towards his lips as he kisses your palm, "just wanna make you feel good"

it's clear he wasn't taking your excuses this time, especially when he can see your slick soaking the thin fabric of your panties when his mouth gets just a little too close.

so, you give him an ultimatum...

and katsuki's mouth is ruthless, as if he's been depraved from something so divine all his life — because he has. his head bobbing under the sheets as he listens to your stifled moans. he comes up for air between licks, forehead dewy and hair stuck to his face as he watches you with glossy eyes.

and katsuki never complains, cause if this is the only way to have you as loud as he wants you to be — he'll choose that damn blanket every time.

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kamiflix

▶︎︎ Jealous Type (starring . fire lord zuko)

synopsis . You clearly don’t understand who it is you belong to, so the fire lord makes things a little clearer for you via drawing his name out into that sweet cunt of yours. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), possessiveness, royal advisor!reader (ib: my dearest @yenayaps), fingering, pet names, faint manhandling, he’s kinda feral, slight corruption kink, praise, etc.

author's note: we’re all obsessed w tht one edit, no?

“I simply don’t believe I serve much purpose to you anymore, my lord—“

“It’s only us in here, I’ve said many times before that you don’t have to call me that.” Zuko muttered, annoyance etched into his every unfairly pretty feature.

You struggled to meet eyes or reason with him, but continued in your rant nonetheless. “—You hardly heed the advice I give you, despite it being my sole purpose to you, and I've reason to believe I would be a better fit for another nation. I’ve received word from the Earth Kingdo-“

Amber eyes snap up from the floor and directly onto you, his body pushing him up from his throne to stand up straight as he scoffs, “What?”

You're hesitant to lift your chin and face him head on, gulping as your words jumble up at the center of your throat. Carefully, you lift your gaze slowly and allow yourself a moment to naturally collect both yourself and your thoughts. Patiently uttering, “My lord, please stop interrupting me. I-“

Doing the exact opposite once more, “No, seriously, what?”

You huff, meeting his eyes with your brows all furrowed. After a short pause, “What do you mean what?”

Zuko's eyes appear to be softer on you as he departs from his throne and nears you, “You’re leaving me?”

The question and the way it exits his lips is enough to make your body feel hot for reasons unbeknownst to you. Thus causing you to shoot your eyes off to the side, “W-Well, I was considering-“

“That won’t do.” Flies right out of him without second thought, as if he no longer wanted the concept to be entertained or considered at all.

You return your full attention to him with widened eyes, unconsciously stepping forward, “Pardon?”

Zuko gestures a hand out with a shake of his head, “Come here."

As you obediently move to do as you're told, you feel the intensity of his eyes raking over your frame, the heat behind them easily carving itself into your very being. Fuck if it wasn't as intimidating as ever to be alone with him like this, no matter how many times you've found yourself in this exact position in the past.

He's moved to the side of his throne and directs you towards it, ignoring the confused looks you throw his way, “Sit. I’ll show you what other purposes you serve for me.”

madamechrissy

Mdni - ❥ Qifrey and his breed kink

Qifrey has a bit of a breed kink.

Just a bit, when you bend over a certain way in front of him in the kitchen, and he catches sight of the pretty heart shape your ass makes in that pretty night gown.

A rare time without the Atelier full, he can't help but feel himself throb at the thought. Tip just leaking white underneath those white robes, you peek back curiously, smiling just a bit at him as he imagines filling your womb with him, problem is he's never even touched you aside from hugs, lingering caresses.

Now all he wants to do is shove your nightgown up and slide his cock inside

How wet would you be? Though he dislikes getting wet, he cant imagine your slick coating his cock wouldn't be perfect. He has seen it, peering in your room when he shouldn't, palming his cock like a pervert, you would never know he watched you toy pathetically with your cunt.

Oh, he could teach you so much.

"What is it, something on me?" You ask, just a bit nervous as that hauntingly blue eyes peers right down your tits, barely concealed in the nightgown.

You have come here to help him with the girls, but every moment you're alone? All you can think of is how much longer his fingers are, how big those hands are, how he'd feel -

Stop that, madness, really.

He was affectionate and kind, reserved in a way that made you achingly curious, but ultimately he seemed rather untouchable, though you practically felt touched. You could not help but to brush your fingertips across your own collarbone for a moment, to catch his gaze, see his lips parted ever so slightly.

"Anything wrong, Qifrey?"

"Ahem," he clears his throat just a bit, blush dancing on his own cheeks when he sees those nipples peak, and for a moment he imagines them so full, drippin' milk. How many babies would you give him? When the girls inevitably leave, surely you could fill the home-

"Nothing," he manages to smile, walking toward you now, brushing a lock of your hair back but lingering a bit, running it between his thumb and pointer finger. "Just your skin is glimmering, your body is singing to me, your cunt is so wet I can see it dripping when you bend over."

You suck in a breath, teeth biting down on your lower lip, when he looks at you in shock.

"I said that!?"

"You said that," he curses softly, turning to leave when you pause him, a hand on his back over that dark shirt that fits him too well. "Well, you're not wrong, though. I'm..."

"Ovulating."

"Mhm," he turns back around, brushing a bit of flour off your breasts, making goosebumps rise. "I'll be all right though, just... they hurt a bit is all."

"I could help," he undoes the little lacy tie there, letting one of your pretty tits beg for his mouth, his huge hand taking it over and squishing it, making you cry out. "Do you need help, love?"

You can't answer, just your eyes fluttering shut when he sucks your nipple and bending low, your hand tangled in snowy strands, thick and fluffy in your fingers. "ah!"

"Sore? Sensitive?" His voice drops so many octaves it should be scary, how deep and intense it is with that lilting accent, you just nod for your answer as he slides up your gown. "Do you not touch yourself when you're like this?"

"It was not working well," you admit, cursing then. "I mean..."

"I could help," he turns you now, bending you over and moaning at the sight, of your pretty ass on display, fingers sliding through the mess your slit is. "You should really focus here."

"Ngh!" He's shoving two fingers deep with ease despite the filthy stretch, leaning over you now, his glasses fogging with those breaths, moaning against your ear. "M-master Qifrey I..."

"Can't reach, can you darling? Tsk, no worries," he's moving them up and down, hitting that spongy spot with ease, feeling you drip down his wrists, soaking his very sleeves as he tugs at your hair. "Why don't you cum for me, you're already taking these exceptionally, hmm?"

"Please," you're already a mess, the sounds of your squelching cunt obscene in the quiet kitchen, his free hand wraps your throat as you arch desperately. "Please, please..."

"Use your words, you can be a good girl for me, can't you?" He whispers, teeth nipping your ear, fingers putting just the right amount of pressure as the other two press up, making you dizzy. "Please what? Please don't stop? Please let you cum? Please breed this slutty, soaking wet cunt?"

Fuck.

Breed you!?

He can't say that with his long fucking fingers and his goddamn accent, while you're ovulating. "B-breed me?"

"God yes," he's lost it now, yanking his fingers out to suck your juices off them, cheeks hollowing as he wraps his glossy lips. "Want me to fill you with babies, have the entire place full of them?"

"Yes," there's not a trace of hesitation, especially when he's bending you over the old kitchen table, and the fat head of his pretty cock is running up and down your folds. "B-breed me... mnh!"

"How do we ask, love," he whispers, even as he's leaking sticky white on your dripping wet pussy. "You're making such a mess, you know, dripping on the floors? Can't talk now?"

"Please," you whisper again. "Please breed me Sir."

That earns his cock shoving inside your cunt.

Oh, you thought Qifrey would ease his cock in, inch by inch, tease you? No, his entire length fills you to the cervix, he gives you a bit of mercy when he lets you adjust, when he eases back just enough to glide in your quivering walls.

"You're perfect for me," he whispers, feeling you clamp right down. "Perfect to take all of it, love, look at you."

You're a mess when he fucks you stupid, when he has you sore and drooling, sniffling and crying from overstimulation - when he taunts you for not knowing how to rub your clit so he helps you, letting both of your fingers move together. When he's shifting you so you're on the table, and he can watch his cock move inside you.

Well that's magic, isn't it?

Seeing his own cock print in your pretty body, spitting your juices in your open mouth, pumping you full of puffy white ropes of cum. He doesn't stop there, though, no - that wouldn't be fair when you begged so pretty. He must make sure that he fucks that cum right back inside, stealing every minute until you two aren't alone anymore.

You're a trembling mess once he's made sure to plug that white, leaky mess with his long fingers in your hole, when he watches you act all sweet and innocent later, knowing you're spilling him out.

Well, perhaps it's more than a little breed kink.

****

Next threesome w/gojo?

this is for my bbs @yenayaps @uhnosav @martianzmars hehee

grenadehearts

boyfriend toji fushiguro shows you how a real man takes care of his woman.

cw: toji loves your bush!! soft sweet toji but he’s also a freak.. mdni, oral f!receiving, praise, mentions of shitty exes. wc: 1.1k, art creds ruu_sugu on x

toji fushiguro is a filthy man, but he is a man in all the ways a man can be one, his fingers are calloused, dirt tucked beneath his nails after hours of labor, sweat clinging to his porcelain skin, a nasty scar cutting across his lip that catches the light whenever it tilts into a cruel smirk. he’s cocky, full of attitude, cruel and rough around the edges, but always soft where it matters, and always soft with you.

he’s a man in every sense, he takes you however you desire yourself to be, dolled up or all natural, he doesn’t give a damn, he loves you regardless, and that follows straight into the bedroom.

he doesn’t care if you haven’t showered that day, doesn’t care if you just got back from a run, he’ll peel your leggings off with rough fingers and drag you over his face without a second thought, letting you settle there, your cunt warm and soaked with want, coating him in it. the desire is evident when he pulls back for a breath, his face glistening with your juices.

he doesn’t even care if you’re on your period, he’ll eat you just the same, filthy and unbothered, spit mixing in as his tongue laps at your pussy, pushing into you like he’s starved. the first time he did it, went down on you like that, it shocked you, none of your past boyfriends ever would, they’d always made a face, called it gross, something to avoid, and toji had only scoffed at that, muttering that they were a bunch of fuckin boys, that a real man takes care of his woman no matter what.

toji is a man, but more than that, he’s your man, and despite the sharpness in his attitude, the bite in the way he speaks, he’s a hopeless romantic underneath it all, and when toji fushiguro falls in love, it’s all-consuming, unwavering devotion.

so when he walks through the door of your shared home, limbs heavy and tired, muscles aching, worn down and scuffed up, faint streaks of dirt along his skin and dried blood still clinging to his jaw and split lip, he barely pauses to shut the door behind him. he’s already moving, already looking for you, needing to bury himself in your warmth, to inhale your sweet scent and fall asleep with you tangled around him, limbs locked together tightly.

the bathroom door is cracked open, steam curling out, the steady sound of water hitting tile filling the space, his bruised knuckles tap against the wood, and your voice, soft as honey, drifts through it, warm and familiar, making his cock tighten in his pants from your words alone, “toji? come in, baby.”

“yeah, yeah… i’m comin, doll.” his voice is low, rough, dragging, the kind that settles deep in your chest and pulls heat low in your stomach every time.

his fingers hook around the shower curtain, pushing it aside, already expecting to strip down and pull you close under the hot water.

instead, he stops.

his eyes land on the razor in your hand, the way you’re about to drag it through your bush, and his expression twists, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist, stopping you mid-motion.

“the hell are you doin’?”

you blink at him, brows lifting slightly, “shaving..?”

his jaw tightens, something irritated flashing across his face as he yanks the razor from your hand. “yeah? well quit that shit.”

you huff a little, rolling your eyes, “why, it makes it easier for you, trust me, i know i let it go too long, it’s just annoying to deal with, don’t start, my dumbass ex used to bitch about it enough.”

that does it.

toji lets out a low, annoyed sound, snapping the razor clean in half before tossing it somewhere behind him, already stepping in, already stripping, clothes gone in seconds. his body is all hard lines and muscle, scars and strength, something you’ve traced a hundred times with your hands, and mouth.

his hands find you again, gripping your waist, pulling you into him, his face dropping into the crook of your shoulder, making himself just a little smaller to fit against you.

“you’re a real idiot, y’know that?” his voice is quieter now, still rough, but softer where it presses into your skin, his breath warm even under the spray of water.

his mouth moves after that, dragging down your body, slow and unhurried, savoring it, the feel of you, the way your eyes are laced with something dark as you watch him, it drives him crazy. his hands spread across your waist, holding you steady as he lowers himself, resting his forehead briefly against your stomach. water runs down his back in uneven trails, dark hair clinging, almost blue under the fluorescent light.

“those guys you dated before me,” he mutters, voice dipping lower, rougher, “they ain’t men. just a bunch of pathetic fucks who don’t know what to do with a woman.”

his grip tightens slightly, grounding you to his touch, bordering on something possessive.

“good thing you got me now.”

the words settle heavy as he drops further, pressing kisses along your soapy inner thighs, slow at first before his teeth catch lightly, a sharp nibble etched into your skin, making you jolt.

“should track ‘em down for even thinkin’ they had a right to you,” he adds under his breath, not quite joking, not quite serious either, before his focus shifts completely.

he moves in between your thighs, nudging closer, the bridge of his nose brushing against your folds, his breath warm against you.

“but right now…” his voice comes out rough, worn at the edges from whatever mission he just came back from, “i’ll show you how its supposed to be done.”

“t-toji…” your voice breaks into a small whine when his mouth finally closes around your clit, gentle at first, sucking just enough to pull a reaction from you.

he huffs out a quiet chuckle against you, low and pleased, his tongue sliding out to trace slow circles, dragging upward from your hole before dipping back down, a finger pressing inside you briefly, just to feel the heat of your cunt, spreading you open and teasing.

his actions aren’t rushed, his mouth working at your core, slow and unhurried, finding new ways to please you with his tongue, on his knees, face and mouth buried in your needy pussy, exactly where he wants to be.

it’s obscene, the way he buries himself between your thighs, hands keeping you open, mouth moving against you with intent, water running down his broad back while your nails press faintly into his skin, leaving crescent marks, soft mewls spilling from your lips, quiet at first, then less controlled as his tongue works you open.

“fuck… that’s it,” he murmurs against you, voice muffled but clear enough, “just like that… don’t need to change a damn thing.”

his mouth moves again, kisses scattered between slow licks, tongue pressing in, then dragging up through you and through the hair you were about to get rid of, like he’s proving a point, nearly making out with your bush.

your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tight as your body reacts, your thighs shifting, your breath turning uneven as he keeps going, steady, focused, pulling everything out of you piece by piece.

by the time he finally looks up, you’re already wrecked, chest rising and falling, the bathroom thick with steam, his gaze heavy, pupils blown wide as he locks onto your desperate state, a crooked grin pulling at his mouth.

“only dumbasses worry about shit like hair,” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes still on you, “so quit thinkin’ about it… i ain’t one of ‘em.”

note: this is lwk dookie but i have another toji fic in the works..

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miyacchino

♡ — men who know they're big. much too big for you

!! mdni

"Please", you mewl, grinding on his clothed crotch, your panties wet with arousal.

"You can't, baby" he hisses through gritted teeth, resolve thinning when you grind over his hardness. "Fuck" he instinctively pushes his hip forward to meet your thrust, "You can't take me"

You groan, the room heating up and constricting around you two. Mind swirling with thoughts of his big length inside you, stuffing you full.

"I can, i promise. Please..." Your teary eyes and begging really did it for him as he snaps, manhandling you below him as his broad form hovers over yours, blocking any light.

Within a minute your clothes are off, his big hands can't seem to get enough of you. Roaming over your waist, thighs, breasts, anything that he can maul.

Spreading your thighs apart with his legs, he groans at the sight of your dripping pussy, clenching around nothing, "so fucking needy" he lazily gives it a slap, making you yelp.

A smirk tugs at his face, eyebrow arched at your messed up form. "Don't complain later. You asked for it" his voice laced with hunger and a predatory intent, big hand stroking himself while he aligns himself with your dripping pussy, the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. And he's going to ruin it so well.

"Nhgg.. plea- ah!" Your plea gets cut off as he grants your wish, pushing in barely an inch inside your tight walls. "Fucking hell.." his eyebrow furrow in concentration, eyes laser focused on the the little hole gaping around his big cock. Much too big for you, he thinks.

His teeth bite into his lower lip as he pushes harder, your back arching at the stinging stretch. "Can take.. it" you stutter, already trembling. Hips arching to take him more.

"As you fucking wish" he growls, an animalistic sound leaving his mouth. His big hands hold you in place below him, pushing into your tight warmth, stuffing you to your limit. Your writhing body unable to move much against his strong grip, his hips pushing forward until you're full of him.

"That what you wanted?" his forehead sweaty at the effort it took to push into your tight hole, pupils blown wide. "So fucking tight for me.. all fucking mine"

His large hand over your tummy feeling himself inside you. "'ts so.. big.." you mewl, hands digging into his forearm.

He chuckles breathlessly, "told ya.. but you wouldn't listen." His thumb runs over your clit, his pace slow and deep, knowing you need time to adjust to his size.

"More", you cry out, looking at him with teary and needy eyes, your tight walls clenching around him oh so deliciously. A man can only hold himself back for so long..

He huffs out an amused grin, "don't cry too much", he doesn't wait for your answer before he starts thrusting into you at a faster pace. Pulling himself out almost fully before slamming back inside.

"Oh..ngh, so good-" your broken screams sound like music to his ears.

"Don't stop" you cry out, nails digging into his arms, feeling yourself splitting apart on his length. The line between pain and pleasure blurring together, mind mush. Only him. Him. All over you.

You cry out when he rubs against a particular angle, throwing your head back.

"Right there?" His smirk is devilish, making it a point to continue to assault that soft spot inside your now stretched and full pussy.

"Wait- ahh! Wait" your cries fall on deaf ears, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming pleasure. Your body trembling and writhing under his much larger one.

"Hm? What was that? You want more? Of course, angel" he pretends to mishear you, pushing into you at a brutal pace, continuing to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

"No, i.. meant- ah!"

"I got you" he whispers into your ear, cooing praises about how well you're taking him, how you were made just for him while he ruins your little pussy.

When you cum, it's nothing like you've ever experienced before. Vision turning white, almost on the verge of passing out. Clenching so hard around him, bringing him to his release.

You feel his warm release coating your insides, both of you groaning and trembling at the feel.

You stay like that for a moment. Fucked out, bodies tangled with each other, too tired to move a muscle

Once he moves to lay beside you, he makes sure he's still inside you. Spooning you against his big and warm body. "Let's stay like this" he grunts tiredly. "Just makin' sure you get used to my size."

Members: DRAKEN, TOJI, TSUKISHIMA, zoro, CALEB, sylus, TENGEN, nanami, renji yomo, keisuke baji, donquixote doflamingo, higuruma, KUROO, bokuto, HANMA SHUJI, hisoka, kakashi, jean, umemiya, reiner, geto, GOJO, VARKA, wriothesley, ENJIN, CORVUS

nymless

almost i love you

pairing : band guitarist tsukishima kei x reader

synopsis : you and kei agreed to keep things casual—no strings attached. but he finds himself slipping almost-confessions that he always swallows at the last second

content: 18+. nsfw — smut. a lot of plot. friends with benefits. smoking — cigs after sex. public sex. choking. fingering. car sex. unprotected sex.

word count: 14k

note: not proof read + didn’t want to make separate parts

"you staying for the bands?"

showhay

ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader — fluff

cw: suggestive content, reader is depicted to be shorter than him (non-specified height)

;; boyfriend!ushijima has a ‘hand-on-hip’ or ‘hand-on-nape’ policy. because of the sheer height difference, he’s constantly finding ways to tether you to him. whether you’re standing in line for coffee or walking through somewhere, his large, calloused hand is either resting firmly on the small of your back or his fingers are hooked into your back pocket, pulling you flush against his side. He likes the physical reminder that you’re right there.

;; boyfriend!ushijima uses his wealth in the most understated, attractive way possible. he doesn’t brag, but you’ll mention your favorite snacks are running low, and the next day, a box of twelve arrives at your door. he thinks it’s only logical to provide the best for you. If you’re tired and he can’t take you home, he’s already booked a car to pick you up so you don’t have to walk. he’ll look you dead in the eye and say, “you deserved the upgrade,” as if spending a small fortune on your comfort is as natural as breathing.

;; boyfriend!ushijima is a fan of you wearing his oversized clothes. he knows he’s massive, and he likes the way you look drowned in his clothing. he’ll purposefully leave his heaviest, most expensive cashmere sweaters at your place just so he can come over and find you wearing nothing but the knit and a pair of wool socks. he won’t say anything at first; he’ll just walk up behind you, bury his face in the crook of your neck, and inhale deeply, his large hands bracketing your waist.

;; boyfriend!ushijima is incredibly observant during quiet moments. while you’re reading or working, you’ll feel his gaze on you—heavy and intense. when you look up, he doesn’t look away. he just watches the way your lips move when you think or the way your shirt slips off your shoulder. “you’re very beautiful,” he’ll state plainly, his voice dropping an octave, “i find it difficult to focus on anything else when you're in the room.”

;; boyfriend!ushijima has a very specific ‘gym recovery’ routine that involves you. after a long training session, he’s needy in a way only you see. he’ll sit on the floor between your legs while you’re on the couch, letting you massage his shoulders. the heat radiating off his skin is intense, and he’ll tilt his head back to look at you, his eyes dark and hooded, silently demanding a kiss—or something more—as thanks for his hard work.

;; boyfriend!ushijima handles you like you’re the most precious thing he owns, yet he’s remarkably firm. he likes to pick you up—to reach things on high shelves, or just because he wants to feel your legs wrapped around his waist. there’s something about the way he can support your entire weight with just one arm while the other holds your face that makes your heart absolutely race.

;; boyfriend!ushijima is a literal furnace in bed. sleep with him means being tucked securely under his arm, his chest acting as your pillow. he’s a heavy sleeper, but the second you try to wiggle away in the morning, his grip tightens instinctively. he’ll mumble your name into your hair, his morning voice rasping and deep, pulling you back down until you’re pinned beneath his sheer mass. “stay,” he commands, and with the way he’s looking at you, you wouldn’t dream of leaving.

;; boyfriend!ushijima views your body with the same disciplined intensity he applies to volleyball—he studies you until he knows every curve, every sensitive patch of skin, and exactly which touch draws a specific sound from your throat. he isn’t loud about his desire, but it’s constant. you’ll be at a dinner party, surrounded by his wealthy associates, and he’ll keep his expression perfectly stoic while his hand slides under the table, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your inner thigh, inching upward just enough to make your breath hitch while he continues a conversation about athletics as if he isn’t undoing you.

;; boyfriend!ushijima has a thing for your neck. he’s a ‘marker.’ he’ll be behind you, his large hands sliding under your top to grip your hips, and he’ll pepper heavy, wet bites along the sensitive skin of your shoulder. he likes the visual proof that you belong to him, and he’ll linger on a spot until he’s satisfied with the color, his thumb tracing the bruise he just left while he watches your reaction in the mirror.

;; boyfriend!ushijima is obviously a fan of so-called claiming behaviors that border on obsessive. he finds it logical that because you are his, you should carry his scent and his marks. if you’re wearing a dress with an open back, you can expect him to spend the morning leaving a trail of biting kisses along your shoulder blades and the nape of your neck. he also likes the visual of his handprints lingering on your hips the next day; it’s a silent, physical receipt of how thoroughly he looked after you the night before.

;; boyfriend!ushijima has a side to him that only comes out when you’re alone in his penthouse. after a shower, he’ll walk out with nothing but a low-slung towel, the water still dripping down the deep V of his abdomen. he knows exactly what he’s doing when he corners you against the kitchen counter, leaning in so the heat from his damp skin rolls off him in waves. he’ll take your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back to expose your throat, and whisper, “i’ve been thinking about this since you arrived a while ago on the third set,” before his mouth finds yours with a hunger that is anything but ‘polite.’

;; boyfriend!ushijima finds your reactions to his wealth almost as endearing as your reactions to his touch. he’ll buy you silk lingerie that costs more than a car just because he ‘wondered how the fabric would feel against your skin’ under his hands. he’ll help you dress, his large fingers fumbling slightly with delicate clasps, but he’ll inevitably end up unzipping it halfway through because the sight of you in something he bought specifically to take off you is too much for even his legendary self-control to handle.

;; boyfriend!ushijima gets incredibly possessive when you wear his dress shirts. because he’s so broad, the fabric hangs off you, barely covering what it needs to. he’ll watch you walk across the room, his eyes tracking the way the hem rides up, and he’ll suddenly lose all interest in whatever he was doing. he’ll catch you by the wrist as you pass, pulling you onto his lap, his hands sliding underneath the fabric to find bare skin. “i think,” he’ll murmur against your neck, “that you look better without this.”

;; boyfriend!ushijima has zero stamina issues. he treats intimacy like a marathon, not a sprint. he’s methodical, patient, and incredibly thorough. he’ll keep you awake until the early hours of the morning, his body moving with a powerful, rhythmic precision that reminds you he’s a professional athlete. just when you think you’re finished, he’ll flip you over, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress, and whisper, “done? i’m nowhere near done with you yet, my love.”

;; boyfriend!ushijima aftercare is a masterclass in silent devotion. once he’s thoroughly exhausted you, he becomes a gentle giant. he’ll carry you to the bath, his arms never wavering despite the late hour, and wash you with a tenderness that feels almost sacred. he’ll wrap you in one of his oversized robes, tuck you into the high-thread-count sheets, and pull you flush against his chest. he likes it when you fall asleep while he’s still inside you, his hand resting heavy and protective over your heart, marking the rhythm of the only person who can make the great ushijima wakatoshi weak in the knees.

n: oh i’m FREAKED out 🙉🙉 just something to feed my babies while i rest for a bit.

iloveu

semiloml

cw: nsfw ‧ semi public sex ‧ creampie ‧ needy bokuto ‧ established relationship ‧ unprotected sex ‧ comments, reblogs and feedback means soo much ily all<3 pls enjoy

“Baby, please.”

Bokuto’s voice was already rough with need, his massive hands gripping your waist like he was seconds from losing his mind. His body was practically vibrating with energy, broad chest rising and falling, golden eyes dark with something desperate.

“You know I play better when I have you first,” he panted, hips grinding against your ass, hard, hot, and so damn thick even through his shorts.

Your breath hitched, pulse hammering as you felt just how ready he was. “Kou, we shouldn’t—”

“I need you.”

The way he said it—needy, wrecked, like he was already about to break— sent heat straight between your thighs.

The bathroom stall was barely big enough to fit him, but Bokuto didn’t care. He already had you pressed against the wall, caging you in with his big, muscular arms, his chest so warm and solid against your back.

“C’mon, baby,” he murmured, kissing the shell of your ear, his voice dropping into something downright sinful. “Be my good luck charm.”

Your knees nearly gave out. “We have to be quick.”

“I can be quick,” he promised, already yanking down your shorts, his fingers slipping between your thighs. “Ohh, fuck—baby, you’re already soaked for me.”

You whimpered as he spread you open, his thick fingers teasing, sliding through your wetness, rubbing slow, lazy circles that made you arch into him.

“Fuck, I can’t wait—”

His shorts rustled behind you. Then something hot and heavy pressed against your entrance—thick, throbbing, already leaking.

“Kou—”

“I got you, baby,” he groaned, gripping your hips and thrusting in one deep, smooth stroke.

Your breath left you in a choked gasp.

“Ohh, shit, baby, you feel so good—so tight—”

He was already moving, setting a quick, desperate rhythm, hips slamming into you, stuffing you full with every deep, dragging thrust.

“You like this, huh?” he rasped, his biceps flexing as he pulled you back onto him, making sure you felt every inch.

“Kou—someone could hear—”

“Then you better be quiet, baby,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, his pace turning downright filthy.

God, he was so big. So thick. Every thrust sent you reeling, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, your hands slapping against the wall for balance.

A sharp knock on the door made you both freeze.

“Three minutes until match time!” someone called.

Your eyes went wide. Bokuto groaned. “Shit, baby, I gotta finish—”

His thrusts got rougher, deeper, faster, each one slamming into that perfect spot inside you.

“C’mon, baby,” he panted, one big hand slipping between your legs, rubbing fast, merciless circles against your clit. “Come for me—be my good luck charm—”

You bit your lip, body tightening—then you shattered, walls clenching hard around him, your orgasm tearing through you so hard your legs nearly gave out.

“Ohhh, fuck, that’s it—”

His hips stuttered. Then—he buried himself deep, groaning as he spilled inside you, his thick length throbbing, filling you up completely.

For a second, the only sound was both of you panting, Bokuto’s big, sweaty body pressing against you, still pulsing inside you.

Then—

“Baby.”

You turned your head slightly, still dazed. “Hmm?”

A breathless, cocky chuckle. Then he kissed your neck, his voice still wrecked.

“Now I’m definitely winning this game.”

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: thank you guys sm for all the support :c also plssss if you have any requests for enhypen or haikyuu don’t be shy 🙏 I missed you guys so much and i‘m so glad to be back on tumblr

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CHOCO LOVE

Yes, Horny chocolate

HINATA SHOYO

You gave him the chocolate as a joke.

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

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

Cue: 3 hours later.

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

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

“…Mhm.”

“You sure?”

“…Y-Yeah.”

Pause.

“You’re literally sweating through your shirt.”

“I’m hot.” “No kidding.”

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

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

“…Shoyo. What’s going on?”

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

“…Are you dying.”

“…Maybe emotionally.”

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

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

“Wha—you ate it??”

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

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

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

Silence.

“…S-So you’re feeling… stuff?”

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

“Wait, you thought about me—”

“CAN I SLEEP IN THE BATHTUB?”

“…What.”

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

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

You’re left in the living room, blinking.

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

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

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

He didn’t think anything of it.

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

Which. Never. Happens.

Atsumu smirks. “Yo, Tobio. You okay?”

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

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

Focused on you.

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

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

“Hey—oh. Tobio. What’s up?”

He stops a few feet from you. Frozen.

You tilt your head. “Everything okay?”

He says nothing.

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

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

“…No reason.”

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

He jerks his eyes away. “…It’s hot.”

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

Silence.

Then quietly—his voice low:

“…That chocolate you gave me.”

You blink. “Yeah?”

“…What was in it?”

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

His jaw clenches. “You told me to.”

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

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

Then, barely audible:

“…I’m distracted.” You freeze.

“What?”

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

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

You stare at him.

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

“…Is it bad?” you whisper.

He swallows hard. Then—leans closer.

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

TSUKISHIMA KEI

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

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

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

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

Two hours later…

He’s shirtless in your apartment kitchen.

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

“…This is annoying,” he mutters.

You blink at him. “What is?”

“This feeling.”

You freeze.

“…Tsukki, are you okay?”

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

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

You stare.

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

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

“…WHAT.”

He steps forward. Not fast. But on purpose.

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

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

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

“…Why don’t we see if it worked?”

You blink. “Wh—”

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

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

You short-circuit.

KUROO TETSURO

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

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

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

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

“…Damn, YN. Trying to seduce me?”

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

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

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

Fast forward to later that night.

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

You call out: “Tetsu? I’m home!”

No answer.

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

“…Tetsu?” you whisper, walking closer.

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

“Don’t—don’t come close.”

You frown. “Are you okay?!”

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

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

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

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

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

“…Tetsu, baby. Are you okay?”

And he YELPS.

Like. Chokes on air.

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

“…YN.”

“Yes?”

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

You blink. “Like what?”

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

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

Your mouth opens. Then closes.

“…So you did like the chocolate.”

He groans.

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

KENMA KOZUME

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

He reads your message aloud between matches.

“Thanks, YN. Love you.”

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

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

Then something… shifts.

He gets quiet. Like, even more than usual.

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

The camera catches him swallowing hard. Fidgeting.

Then—suddenly—

Stream ends.

No warning. No “brb.” Just poof.

Your phone vibrates 30 seconds later.

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

You: “What? Did something happen?”

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

You’re typing a reply when— Ping.

Image received.

You open it.

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

Your brain bluescreens.

He texts again:

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

BOKUTO KOUTARO

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

You: “Don’t eat the foil—”

Too late.

Fast forward three hours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N…” he breathes out. “Hey…”

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

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

You squint at him, and it clicks.

“…You ate the chocolate, didn’t you?”

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

Looks down.

Looks back up.

Eyes widen. His voice cracks.

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

Your silence is the answer.

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

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

“I’M HARD FOR NO REASON.”

You try not to laugh.

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

You step closer. His eyes go huge.

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

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

KEIJI AKAASHI

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

He popped one into his mouth like it was nothing.

1 hour later. Your phone buzzes.

Keiji Akaashi

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

You:

😅 what do you mean?

Keiji Akaashi

We should talk. In private.

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

But no.

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

You: “You look… fine.”

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

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

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

Finally, he speaks.

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

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

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

You: “...Not really. I mean—”

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

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

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

You blink. “An apology?”

He leans in again.

“…Or maybe something better.”

KITA SHINSUKE

It had been a long day.

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

You added a small chocolate dessert.

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

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

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

Hours later.

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

You wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

“You okay, Shin?”

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

You kiss the back of his neck. He stiffens.

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

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

You gently cup his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks.

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

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

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

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

And his restraint shatters, just a little.

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

MIYA ATSUMU

You gave him one. Single. Piece.

A sleek little chocolate truffle wrapped in gold foil.

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

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

He did. Smug. Smirking. Clueless.

An hour later.

Your phone starts buzzing.

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

You laugh—until you hear your doorbell.

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

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

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

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

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

He huffs. “Ya knew I would.”

Then he leans in—eyes dark, voice low.

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

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

You hand him the chocolate after practice.

He eyes it suspiciously. Sniffs it.

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

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

He eats it.

He regrets it immediately.

An hour later…

Your phone rings. Caller ID: Kiyoomi 🍃

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

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

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

Click.

Another hour later.

There’s a knock at your door.

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

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

He glares. “Don’t talk.”

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

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

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

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

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

He exhales hard, barely keeping his hands off you.

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

rinoomi

the rodrickification of suna rintarou hahah

offt0wonderland

Kissing isn't that bad ~ Kenma Kozume

₊˚⊹ mdni 18+

𝜗ৎ Kenma absolutely hates public display of affection. Which is why Kuroo and his girlfriend are getting on his last nerves... But can a kiss between you change his mind?

wc: 2.5k

Tags: fem!reader x timeskip!Kenma, college au

cw: making out, very suggestive language

a/n: there isn't explicit smut in this, but I wanted to incorporate 18+ just in case as there is very suggestive thoughts and ideas between characters!

❀ all images are found off of pinterest! I do not own them. (credit to @/Freaka_LoonyZ for the middle picture!)

Kenma was a game addict; that everyone knew. He’d find ways to skip practice, use less exertion during games just to conserve more energy for when he got home — that way he could spend the rest of his hours online alone… without getting exhausted. Most of the time it was first-person shooters, strategy games, anything that allowed him to use his brain more than his body. And he liked that — figuring opponents out, finding loopholes in people’s minds that allowed for sudden victories. Winning meant he was smarter. So what if his teammates sucked?

Which was exactly why tonight was vexing him so badly. “You guys are disgusting. Y’know that, right?”

Kuroo remained impassive towards Kenma’s outburst, too busy kissing his girlfriend for what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour. God, it wasn’t even normal kissing anymore. Because by the time the thirtieth press to his lips had been managed, their bodies had become entangled, tongues practically licking each other’s organs.

hayakawalove

Extra Set of Hands

Summary: Qifrey shows you how to make yourself cum in front of the mirror.

A/N: Hello! First time writing for Witch Hat Atelier. I hope it's good! It was lots of fun to write. I hope you enjoy. As always, comments are appreciated <3 Shout out to @starvverie for talking about this with me <3

CW: NSFW, Mutual Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Clit Play, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Mirror Sex, Humiliation, Light Dom/Sub, Soft Dom, Masturbation, AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral Reader W/C: 1,533

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

You don’t want to look.

You really don’t want to look.

Your face is warm all over as you glance away from the mirror in front of you. You’re trying to focus on something else, anything else other than the sight in front of you.

You, naked with your legs spread while Qifrey sits behind you, fully clothed. His head is tilted slightly to the side as he analyzes you. It makes you feel so small when he does that. It's probably why he does it.

“Come on, sweetheart. You aren’t looking.”

Your brows furrow instantly at the name. He knows just how to rile you up. “I-I know,” you reply, voice meek and foreign to your own ears. “Don’t wanna.”

Qifrey must not like that answer. He hums quietly, as if pondering your show of disobedience. He runs his hands up your thighs, and down your calves, easily reaching every inch of you. When he’s got you spread just a little bit more, his hand finds its mark. Right between your thighs where you’re getting wet embarrassingly fast.

“You don’t wanna see how good we’ll make you feel?” You show a tinge of doubt in response. Qifrey uses his other hand to grip your chin, facing you forward once more.

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