You wake up with a languid stretch of the legs, back slowly straightening against the curve of your partner's body. His rhythmic breathing tickles your neck, and the weight of his large arm still lazily draped over your midsection to keep you close gives you security.
Maybe you’d want to snuggle against him a little longer, but from the sound of your neighbor's lawnmower going off in the distance, you can tell it's probably time to get your day started. You're thankful that you didn't need an alarm to disrupt this moment of morning peace, but you reach over to grab your phone off the nightstand to check the time and any important notifications you missed.
The sudden movement seems to rouse Ushijima, and that lazy arm now springs to life, tightening gently around your midsection.
"Mmm... baby?" His voice is especially deep in the morning and rolls against the back of your neck as he leans forward to press a kiss to the warm skin. You lean back into him, dropping your phone on the bed space before you and reach an arm upwards and back to run through his hair affectionately.
"Morning, love~" you coo. “Wanna get up?”
He shakes his head no, murmuring that he’s not ready yet.
His lips find their way further down your neck as his hand glides under your nightdress and stops while cupping a breast and massaging in an anteroposterior direction. He presses himself closer to you, and right at your tailbone you can feel heavy morning wood between you; he starts to slowly rut against you.
"T-Toshi, already?"
He hums in affirmation, then maneuvers you so that you're laying on top of him, angled as his back rests against the headboard. By now, soft whimpers overflow from you while he continues to massage both breasts as he kisses both of your bare shoulders. He then spreads your thighs before patting your pussy rhythmically, palm rolling against your clit repeatedly in a practiced motion - he's been taught very well.
Your whimpers grow louder as he nibbles your ears, and then stop abruptly with the intrusion of a thick digit into your wetting hole.
Fuck.
A low moan ensues as he starts to pump fingers, settling your softening body against him with an arm that cages you against his hard torso; your moans start to deepen as he begins to rut his hard cock against your back again, and you sense his excitement from the quiet groans he's letting out now himself.
"It's 9 am and you're already so pretty and wet for me, aren't you sweetheart?"
You nod emphatically, eyes closed and flushed with heat.
"Why don't you stay in bed with me, princess?" He murmurs as he lifts you, all but dropping you onto his cock in his haste and sticking a finger in your mouth to quiet you as you squeal while accommodating his length.
There's a muffled yes and an even faster nod as he fucks you in this position, digging in his heels into the mattress for leverage for his strokes.
You’re no longer moaning, you’re crying out all manner of yeses and fucks and it feels so good and don’t stop and ah!, until you cum and he fucks you through your climax until he cums himself, filling you with copious amounts of warm, sticky cum that seep out of you and onto his thighs as he unsheathes himself from you.
You topple forward like a baby deer, ass up, and grinning, Ushijima massages your ass once and slaps both cheeks. Your hole continues to ooze in this position, and he’s satisfied.
todou motherfucking aoi is sexy as hell and you guys are all just cowards!!!
you’re all just afraid he’ll have you ass up, face wet with tears, and shoved down into the mattress with a hand as large as your head.
you’re intimidated by the fact that this aesthetic brute will take no time in hooking an arm around your midsection to pull you towards him for better access, and slap your ass so hard, you’re thrust forward just minimally with a gasp, too pressed flush against his rock-hard abdomen to move very far
you hate the fact that he’d take a large inhale of your pussy first and let out a loud sigh of satisfaction before licking a long stripe from the clit to the taint, reveling in the taste of your already slick folds, your shudder and the muffled, barely audible whimper that leaves you
you are intimidated by the thick fingers that play with your pussy before guiding his cock in - your body tented up for him, his hands gripping not so gently at the flesh of your hips
“relax baby”
how can you fucking relax when it feels like he’s splitting you in half (pleasurably) as he pushes past your entrance, a pleased groan accompanying the affectionate rub of your ass as he sheathes himself inside you?
how (!!!) are you supposed to deal with the first stroke, then second, then third then too many too count where he praises you on how fucking tight you are and how well you take him?
or when he reminds you how pretty your shoulder blades look, pressed together, when your wrists are held behind you, enclosed in his right hand?
you hate this, sobbing and crying and clenching and cumming around his stupid cock, and the fact that even though you can’t see him, you can imagine that monstrous body he bares to literally everyone and that stupid grin on his face
you hate him because he’s dumb and annoying but somehow just the sound of his praises makes your heart and pussy warm?’
what if you were like... riding your fav’s face... and like holding onto the headboard and shit for sheer support idk, and like... your legs are quivering and clenching around his head because his tongue is so deep in your center you’re not sure what to do with the rest of your body except experience him dipping in and out of you and uh... his hands are gripping your ass because he feels your pussy lift as your back arches and your sighs get deeper but uh.. he’s not tryna have you mess up his meal so like he’s pressing you down further on his face and every word of warning is muffled by the sheer contact of your folds pressed against his skin and you’re not sure he can breathe but uh.. yeah so his hands are now pressed against your waist so he can plant you firmly onto his mouth cuz who the fuck are you to deny him...?????
warnings: minors dnfi, dubcon but not really, nsfw, fem!reader
“whose pussy is this?”
you’re not gonna say it. you never will, no matter how deep he is in your guts and no matter how hard he pushes you, strong fingers tightening around the flesh of your hips as he ruts into you forcefully and fast.
“whose?”
his voice somewhere between a growl and a snarl; his hand grips firmly in your hair now, pulling hard enough that your roots sting and your back arches, and you let out an involuntary soft whine like the little brat you are.
“use your words, babe,” he whispers in your ear, slowing his pace so that his hips roll against yours and hit just right.
you’re mewling now, practically spilling around his hard cock inside you, every twitch of the member and idle spank sending fire coursing through every nerve in your body.
you’re not gonna say it, but then he spanks you so hard, right on the side of your ass, that you’re pretty sure you see paradise, if only for a second before you cum harder than you ever have in your life.
“’t’s yours, a-Atsumu!” your voice comes out ragged, a strangled cry as your legs shake and your arms give way, forcing you to fall into the bed from your tripod position at the edge.
satisfied, he falls in with you, adjusting you so that you remain in an ass up position while he mounts the bed on his knees, both hands resting on your ass and massaging softly.
“yer damn right it is,” he replies with a smirk, before his hands still and he continues to fuck you through your never-ending climax.
Heyyyy how are you? You know what, I'm re-watching Haikyuu and whenever I see Wakatoshi, my brain just went: "🥵😍❤️💦"
Like, he's so fine! The epitome of virile man who reeks dominance. 😭 I can't wait for the timeskip!Wakatoshi 😭😭😭 have you imagine how would he just pound into you after a big match, with him still full of adrenaline? And you're just waiting in your bedroom with a toy stuck up in your 🐱?
When he found you using that toy, he'll be super annoyed and said: "I won't do anything since you love that toy way too much. Let's see of you can come."
IMMA FROTH 🤤🥴
I need to watch season 3 again, also I got WAY too excited with this prompt. Sorry it took so long!!!
@xiao-yu-tan
TW: nsfw, use of toys, DDLG dynamics (briefly), ~1.2k words
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“Well then,” you murmured to yourself, as you unwrapped the sparingly labeled box that had been sitting just outside of your apartment door to pull out an unexpectedly large, purple vibrator. You hadn’t quite anticipated the size when you’d ordered it online in the middle of the night last week, and now gripping it in your palm, you inspected it with a mild concern furrowing your eyebrows.
On further evaluation, while you were sure the toy was bigger than the average penis you were sure, it wasn’t quite as big as your partner. Yet, while Ushiijima could still have you screaming stretched over his cock, even he couldn’t vibrate at three speeds and while overstimulation was always a concern, mechanical malfunctions weren’t.
Fortunately, your concerns turned out to be for naught because, knowing your boyfriend would likely be home late, you took extra time to get comfortable with its use, for when he would inevitably be gone for long periods of time and you got anxious for him.
You even found that it was slightly easier to slide the contraption in; as wet as you could get for your Toshi, still he was just too damn big sometimes.
You were more than halfway to your climax when your boyfriend all but burst through the bedroom door, his eyes immediately scanning the room for you, only to find you flat on your back, whimpering softly as you thrust the toy in and out of your cunt, eyes closed.
He stood there for more than a couple moments, taking your lewd expression in from this new vantage point. He had come in excited to see you, spirits still high from a won match, and ready to expend all remaining energy holding you in his arms and seeing just how many orgasms he could squeeze out of you in a second wind.
But instead, here you were, pleasuring yourself without him. How selfish.
He was growing hard in his shorts, after all, seeing that toy sink and disappear inside you, and he didn’t want to be ignored.
“Babe?” He called out.
Slightly startled but semi-dipped in the haze of lustful pleasure, your eyes slid over to him, and you smiled softly.
“H-how was the match babe?”
You made a motion to shift up, the vibrator still pulsing inside you, and the angle must have hit just the spot that made you see fireworks, because you let out a high moan, back arching automatically as your eyes squeezed shut.
You didn’t spot it, but Ushijima’s nose wrinkled with a mild irritation.
“You seem to like that toy quite a bit,” he said, approaching as you attempted to recover from the excess stimulation. As he made his way over, he was already peeling off his uniform, freeing his heavy and hard cock to present itself to you as a comparison.
He settled beside you, watching you still shudder at the quickly working vibrator, one large hand running against your shoulders, and the other fisting his length in his hand.
“It seems a little… small,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your neck in a way that had your another extra chill running up your spine, “but I suppose if it does its job...?”
He let out a loud sigh, leaning back into the backboard, fingers tapping against your jawline before his thumb found its way in your mouth. As your lips closed around his fingers, you realized you didn’t want the toy anymore, you wanted him, but now he wasn’t even looking at you, instead at the mirror placed strategically just across from your California King bed, where he could see you, breasts pert and nipples hard, body splayed with a flash of purple in between your legs, and him, much larger than you with cock hard and expression mildly amused side by side.
“T-Toshi, can we…,” your voice trailed off with another whimper.
“You seem to be well taken care of,” he mused, sharply withdrawing the fingers he’d pressed into your mouth, causing you to whine.
“Never mind… I want you...”
“I think I’m able to take care of myself just fine as well,” he teased, fingers now idly in your hair as he pumped himself faster.
“Toshi, please,” you murmured, now reaching for the vibe, but he was faster than you, keeping it steady inside your cunt and angling it further against your anterior vaginal wall making you want to tap out from the runs of pleasure going through you.
“You want that instead of my cock, don’t you?” He teased, moving the toy now in and out of you. “Much, much better than me, right?”
“N-no, baby, I want you instead!”
Ushijima’s lips spread into a wider, almost sadistic smile, his hand letting go of the toy inside you to massage a breast before planting a kiss on your neck.
“You sure, princess? You think you can still fit around me? I think the vibrator is better suited for your tight little pussy,” he murmured into your ear, forcing another wash of heat through you, much more intense than the toy was providing you.
“Wouldn’t want to hurt my sweet baby, you know.”
“P-please, I want your cock, Toshi…”
Again any attempts to reach for the vibrator were prevented by him, and now he went so far as to catch both of your wrists in one hand before kissing you full on the lips.
“None for you today, princess. Greedy little girls don’t get double helpings.”
“Please!” Your voice came out as a strangled cry, and Ushijima responded by patting the front of your pelvis softly, then sliding downwards with both hands to pry your thighs open with fingers nestled on your inner thighs.
In response to your pleas, you got softer kisses in the space between but no replacement of the vibrator with his cock inside you.
He was having fun with this, seeing you writhe for some sort of friction, tired of clit stimulation only and wanting to be filled by him instead. His firm grip kept your thighs open and flat against the bed as you tried to close around him and thrust up to him for some sort of relief.
You were now frustrated enough, soft grunts and whines entertaining him and finally, he decided he had enough of teasing you, slowly pulling the vibe off and tossing it aside before repositioning himself before you in a kneeling position, resting back on his heels. His head tilted ever so slightly to his left, his smirk slightly patronizing but loving.
“How can I say no to you when you’re so cute and needy?” He murmured.
You reached your arms for him wordlessly, endlessly thankful for the mercy but quietly so, and he raised you up with a steady hold on your waist so that you, prepped beyond compare, could finally glide not effortlessly, but seamlessly onto his cock.
The familiar, too full feeling slowly pushed the air out of your lungs, but holding onto him, wrapping your arms tightly around his broad shoulders and enduring as he bottomed out into your exclusive little cave, was still the best pleasure for you. As he thrust you upwards in this upright position, savoring the little hitches in your breath and the digging of your nails in the skin of his back, he pressed his head in the crook of your neck.
A toy could never fuck you like he did, but as long as you were aware of that fact, he was glad he had a little bit of something to spice up his time with you.
A/N: I’m thinking a lot about Ushijima’s hands in a distasteful (read nsfw) way.
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Ushijima initially never paid much attention to his hands aside from how effective they were at what he lived and breathed to do - play volleyball.
But ever since meeting you, the love of his life, he’s acutely aware of his own two hands - how easily they practically up to half of your chest when he reaches for your soft breasts, or how wide the handprint he leaves on your ass is when he slaps it, sending tantalizing pleasure searing through every nerve fiber.
He’s in awe of how easily one of his hands gently wraps around your delicate throat like some kind of intricate collar, or how two grip firmly on your waist to keep you in position for him as he thrusts into you endlessly until you fall apart beneath him again and again and again...
He’s in wonder of how quickly and powerfully you react to one or two or three thick fingers tapping then circling your clit before invading your cunt, pumping slowly or fast, or those same fingers suckled softly before they’re rammed down your throat bringing tears of delight to your eyes.
He thinks of wide palms that cup your cheeks before he kisses you intimately or carefully caress your body that he is meant to worship and protect.
Hands that join with yours lovingly.
His hands on you remind him that you’re all his, forever his, and all he can think about is how blessed he is to have hands that can experience all that you are.
Hiyya there! How are you? We're getting close to 2021, let's hope it'll be a better year for us!
Anyway... Are you fine with writing smut?have you considered of writing Ushiwaka with lactation kink? 👀 HFT HFT IMAGINING CRADLING BIG, HANDSOME USHIWAKA ON MY CHEST IS JUST– *chef's kiss* 💦
Ushijima + lactation kink djflkajd;flajds;lfjasldfaj; (excuse me if I put a little breeding kink in there too, it be like that sometimes)
@xiao-yu-tan
TW: pregnancy mention, breastfeeding, nsfw
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Ushijima couldn’t help but stare.
Despite reassuring you that his feelings towards you would be unchanged regardless of what pregnancy and postpartum put your body through, Ushijima instead found himself more and more fascinated by your transformation every day.
While the magic of bringing your child into this world had expectedly made his love grow even more, something else that awakened inside -
It didn’t take long for him to realize that he couldn’t help the lust that stirred inside him now that you’d started breastfeeding; he could feel a rise every time he caught a glimpse of your now constantly swollen breasts, especially when they overflowed enough that they were painful, dripping messily through your good shirts and bras. In fact seeing those wet stains that you loudly pointed out in annoyance had most of his blood rushing to a particular spot between his legs, but you’d never know from his stoic expression.
He felt just a little bit ashamed, sporting lewd thoughts every time you prepared for a feeding.
But whenever he watched you wince ever so slightly as your baby latched securely before suckling hungrily and heard your soft sigh of relief fill the air, he couldn’t help but envision his lips around your tender nipples right after. It didn’t help that you’d put yourself on a tight schedule, and so his mind was dirty all throughout the day, like clockwork.
So today when you sat between his legs, resting your back against his broad chest and cradling your quieting infant, he could feel desire rise once again and tried his best to distract from his racing thoughts so that he wouldn’t grow hard enough that you could feel him press into the small of your back.
The quiet was rarely agonizing for someone like Ushijima but he could hear his heart start to pound as he sat patiently waiting for you to finish. Holding you close, he shifted just once uncomfortably to hide his erection, whispering a quiet apology when you turned to give him a soft, quizzical look from the sudden movement, a soft flush blooming on his cheeks that you missed in all your focus.
When your little one finally relaxed and dozed off to sleep in satisfied hunger, you broke from Ushijima’s embrace to put the infant to bed, but instead, your husband kissed the back of your neck softly and bid you to wait.
“I’ll take her to bed.”
Your Toshi was always so thoughtful, you thought as you scooted back against the headboard, fatigue of your own now setting in.
When he returned, again that very faint pink flush graced his features as he advanced towards you.
“Me next.”
Your eyes widened in surprise but he’d been holding back for so long, and so without further explanation, he leaned into you almost rapidly, taking a tender breast in his mouth.
He sucked sharply and the sensation made a shiver run through your spine, especially when his fingers dug gently into the flesh of the underside of your breast.
“T-toshi…,” you half-whispered, half-whimpered. You hadn’t realized how long it’d been since he’d last touched you in this way and you’d forgotten how much you craved it.
“You… taste sweet,” he murmured as he buried his face in your chest.
Smiling, you held your much larger baby close to you. “Do I, baby?”
“She’s lucky,” he murmured again, repositioning his body so that he lay comfortably besides you resting his cheek on your chest. His hands started to drift lower until they rested between your thighs, then traveled up to the space between, index finger now gently rubbing through your thin panties as he continued to suck whatever was left of your full breasts.
“You’re a good mother,” he added in a whisper, planting a kiss between your breasts now as his fingers maneuvered around the fabric before entering you.
You let out a soft groan and he kept moving deeper, kneading and sucking on your breasts as he sped up.
“You’re perfect… and these... these are perfect.”
Pressure started to mount within you as he kept working your core with his digits, still paying special attention to your breasts and peppering them with kisses that alternated between your lips and your chest.
As you continued to squirm under his attention and praises, you came to a peak when he whispered the following words:
P L E A S E I cannot get this out of my head and it’s hard to explain, but can I request Oiks and whoever else if you wanna add more, but basically it’s them putting a hand on your lower tummy while they’re fucking you and saying something like “you feel that? That’s me inside you” or somethingggg along those lines....makes my 🐱 go 🦋
Hiiii, I went a little wild with this ask, so hopefully you enjoy lmfaoooo
Warnings: nsfw, penetration
Oikawa Tooru
Oikawa’s right hand presses down between your shoulder blades as his left arm hooks around your waist and presses your ass against his growing erection, bending you over to receive him. It’s rare that he puts you at his mercy like this; in fact, he’s usually willing to let you take the lead, his only goal to serve you, but today he is hungry and he is impatient - you can feel the irritation in his entire being as he grinds against you once you’ve steadied yourself on the edge of the bed, now balancing on your tip-toes to meet the difference in height.
When he sharply plunges inside you, it’s hasty and desperate and his slender yet strong arms wrap around your midsection as he completely sheathes himself inside your warm center. You let out a gasp as his fingers press into your lower abdomen, and he whispers into your ear,
“Do you feel that? That’s me inside of you, where it belongs.”
Sawamura Daichi
Daichi is particularly fond of sitting positions where your face is just slightly above him, peering down at him through your beautiful lashes with love and lust in your eyes, and he can feel your knees clench as you straddle him for support while sliding up and down his impressive shaft.
You move fast, and then slow, and his teeth sink into the flesh of the crook of your neck before he passes the reddening spot over with a soft kiss. Sometimes he uses his hand to hold your wrists together, keeping your hands steady behind you so that they don’t roam in his hair or his face, or on the other parts of his chiseled body that you so desperately want to explore. He concentrates on feeling the bulge of his cock entering you, shifting your insides and making you clench and moan, which he senses between your bodies pressed firmly together.
“How does that feel, my love, my sweet baby? I can feel you feeling me, and it’s driving me insane. Cum on daddy’s cock, little one.”
His arm presses you both down and forward onto him, and you can feel pleasure course through you, accentuated by the way he groans as he bottoms out completely, filling you even more than you thought he could.
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Belly bulges are common when you’re intimate with your Toshi, owing to his sheer size, but he adores seeing you swell with his length more and more every time you’re sprawled under him, panting and moaning as you accommodate his body inside you.
It doesn’t matter how well he prepares you with copious amounts of foreplay to mount your arousal or with the stretch of his thick fingers - him entering you is a sensation of being split open and unbelievably stuffed that is both terrifying and tantalizing, and you’re unfailingly struck dumb by the powerful combination. Usually he holds you close to him so that you’re reassured that he’ll always be attentive to you as you shudder and squirm, but as your body finally settles and starts to clench around him, he pulls his torso just slightly back so that he’s kneeling, his body almost perpendicular to yours. Like this, he is satisfied by the mess he makes of you, and he now takes one of your trembling hands that’s been gripping the bed sheets for dear life, gently moving it over to press on the mound that he’s created at your lower abdomen.
“Do you feel that? We fit together perfectly, no matter what.”
