#oikawa x reader

[ochacoca]

never seen a more accurate thing on tiktok

[kayleeeknee]

"x reader" then proceeds to add a name??? Like who the fuck is Sarah???

[mayoeinase]

How it feels to read a fanfic and discover a kink I didn't even know exist

[mainblogonly]

my husband will handle it

mdni

it really shouldn't be affecting him this much.

it's supposed to be something cute, something wholesome, for god's sake. just a cute petname that you call him, nothing more. it even started out as a joke—you weren't keen on doing something so drastic anytime soon—and yet…

and yet.

"how's my future husband doing today?" you greet upon answering the phone.

he grunts out some reply, putting his phone on speaker as he continues to drive home to you. you begin making small talk, talking about your day and whatnot, and he's doing his best to focus. he really is, he swears.

he just can't help it if he gets rock hard whenever you call him… that. he just loves you that much. maybe it's even romantic, in a way.

"so, husband, are you almost home? i made your favorite." you say cheerily, seemingly entirely unaware of the effect you have on him.

"fucking hell." he mumbles.

"what was that?"

he takes a few deep breaths—in through the nouse, out through the mouth. he can't be getting this damn horny over a simple name. a term of endearment. but, hell, it feels like he's discovering porn for the first time. there's just something so intimate about it, something that has a glow of warmth spreading from his heart to the rest of his body. it consumes him in the best way.

"i'm going to need you to do me a favor."he says, finally.

"sure, anything."

his voice comes out deeper than you expect, "cover the food and keep it in the fridge for now. we won't be eating dinner 'til late."

//

"mmh— fuck— baby!" you moan, your boyfriend has you folded in half on the bed, pounding into you ruthlessly. you're on your back, ankles resting on his shoulders as he thrusts deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole.

this has been going on from the moment he stepped into your shared apartment.

"that's not what you call me, darling. try again." he says, giving your nipple a light pinch.

"hnngh— my— fuck— husband!"

"that's it," he groans, reaching to rub your clit in time with his thursts, "my pretty wife, so good for me. taking your husband's cock so well, huh?" 

"mmhm," you nod, "love m' husband's cock so much!"

he feels you tighten around him, and he knows you're close. he isn't that far behind, either.

"you like it that much too, huh? wanna be my little wifey?" he asks, angling so he can hit that spot that gets you over the edge.

"yes, please!"

"then cum all over your husband's cock."

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meian, kita, kuroo, atsumu, oikawa (hq) // toji, nanami (jjk) // zayne, sylus (lads) // your faves <3

[sugarwarachan]

horny brainrot: haikyuu

andy's notes: good morning to all who need some smutty musings to start the day

characters: time-skip!, wakatoshi ushijima, kiyoomi sakusa, daichi sawamura, oikawa toruu, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou, suna rintaro, kenma kozume

content warnings: p in v sex, reader referred to as "girl" as in "pretty girl", caregiver kink, breeding kink, creampie, thigh riding, virginity kink, corruption kink, praise kink, d/s elements, impact play, titty sucking, guided masturbation

ushijima gets painfully hard taking care of you. he loves how dependent you become for every little thing - how your eyes get so sweet and gentle when you thank him for all he does for you. when he's cooking soup for you, his brain is a million miles away, off fantasizing about you fluttering around his fingers, your voice a hoarse whimper against the thick column of his neck. he doesn't care if you can feed yourself - he wants to see you willingly open your mouth when he tells you to, wants to make sure you have a belly full of nutrients before he parts your legs and noses between your folds. "it's good to have an orgasm when you're not feeling well. everyone knows that, my love."

sakusa has a breeding kink because of the ownership, the mess, the sheer fucking risk. you had a pregnancy scare once and it bricked him up instantly. now every time he's fucking you, he's promising to knock you up, smiling to himself when you clench and groan around him. he stuffs you full of cum and then fingers it back into you, fingertips expertly rubbing along the walls he's just coated white with his seed. you're a mess of his making, painted in his cum and soon to be swollen with his child.

daichi isn't stupid—he sees the way you look at him, virgin eyes all sweet and trusting when you tell him that you want him to be your first, that you trust him. he wishes he could ignore the possessive desire to take your virginity, to corrupt you so completely that no other man can ever lay claim to you in the way that he has. but he can't, not when you're whimpering in his lap, legs draped on other side of his thigh, swollen pussy beating in time with his heartbeat as he bounces you up and down. "i know, i know," he soothes. "feels real good, doesn't it, angel?"

oikawa is the sloppiest pussydrunk simp to ever exist. the second he's inside of you, he's moaning and whimpering, barely able to stop himself from praising you. "oh fuck baby -- my pretty baby, you feel so good. you're mine, right honey? all fucking mine?" he can barely control himself; the velvety suck of your walls along his cock feels unreal. "wish you knew how good you feel -- it's impossible not to fuck you full, sweet girl." he buries his face in your neck, hips erratic in rhythm, thighs flexing with every thrust. "please let me cum inside you, baby, please." his fingers dig into your skin when he feels you tighten around him. "oh fuck, right there? is that where you need me?"

kageyama lets you use him like a dildo - legs tied apart and your panties stuffed in his mouth. he's uncharacteristically noisy in his pleasure, grunting and groaning every time you shift your hips. "you like being used like this, don't you?" you smirk down at him. "mr. big strong volleyball player just wants his pretty dick wet." but all he's thinking about is the sheer athleticism of your thighs, how beautiful you look with sweat dripping down your face and in between your tits, and how desperately, violently, he needs you to let him cum.

tsukishima loves to fight and fuck. nothing gets this man harder than someone who goes toe to toe with him. what he didn't expect was how much he wants you to smack him across the mouth when he finally slides inside of you, how much he wants you to tell him he's not fucking you well enough. "slap me," he says. you flash the nastiest smirk before your palm rings across the side of his face. his cock twitches. "yeah. do that shit again, baby."

kuroo loves how smart you are; one of his favorite things to do is lay between your thighs and listen to you read to him, his face squished into your tummy and his arms wrapped around your hips. he loves it so much that your reading sessions often turn into him lazily licking between your folds for hours. a command for you to keep reading rumbles from his throat whenever your focus wavers, when the swirl of his tongue through your wet heat bucks your hips off the bed. "who said you could stop?" he pulls away from your clit. "i'm really interested in learning more about mycology, baby."

best friend!suna takes your "getting your tits sucked on can't feel that good" personally. he tells you it's a shame that no one's ever made you feel good like that, that you should make sure you don't like it before you entirely discard the practice. "plenty of people have sucked on my tits," you tell him. "none of them were me," he replies, all serious calm mixed with arrogant intent. you know you're fucked when he squeezes the heft of a breast in his palm, teeth scraping over your nipple. you arch into his touch. "see? the little princess just needed special treatment."

kenma is amazing at guided masturbation. he doesn't have the best game in person, but behind a keyboard, he's a master. his instructions for you are always slow and methodical, a careful exploration of the erogenous zones he knows drive you wild. you're so obedient, too, sending him voice clips when he tells you to, your pretty voice on display as you finger yourself slowly. his final message reads: please show me how pretty you look rn, along with a picture of his flushed face, leaking cock in his hand.

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[rrk-r]

You were chilling in the living room when an idea crossed your mind. You grin, already holding back a laugh as you hear your fiancé walking down the stairs.

“Babe, can you grab me a drink?” You ask not looking up from your phone.

“I shall cherish my wife” He grins to himself. (what a dork)

“Fiancé,” You correct him, giving him a ‘haha, I know that makes you mad’ look. He catches your gaze before turning around to open the fridge.

“Whatever makes my wife happy” You can see his hand and forearm muscles clenching from the grip on the fridge handle.

He walks up to you, handing you the drink you asked for.

“Good boy,” You say, biting back a laugh the moment you see his face.

He looks at you then quickly around the room for any camera or someone who could possibly see what he is about to do-

He giggles, GIGGLES. Before he quickly masks it with a forced cough. He clears his throat twice and fixes his hair.

“Mind saying that again?” Your jaw hits the floor.

“Excuse you?”

“I didn't quite.. hear you” he repeats, fixing his collar and standing up straighter. You try.. Really try not to laugh… or cry. Because this man looks adorable. He has a cheeky smile, his dimples showing up.. his hands in front of him. You can almost see him rocking on his feet from excitement.

“Ah.. wait, if I get you another thing, you will repeat it?” he doesn't wait for your response; he's already moving. He walks in and out of the kitchen, a snack his hand. He gently, like it's a secret, places it beside you.

Your fiancé takes a step back, admiring his “work”. He raises his eyebrows, smiling and waiting for you to say it.

You look at the snack.. back at him. This man.. You think to yourself. He's so stupid..

He clears his throat, gesturing with his hand to continue, still smiling.

“Oh right, forgive me. Thank you” He quickly shakes his head.

“The other thing” You squint your eyes at him.

“Thank you, my beloved husband..?” He shakes his head again.

“Not that.. I mean, I like it, but the other thing you said earlier.” You sigh in defeat, opening the bag of chips.

“You're serious? You want me to really, really call you that? Isn't it embarrassing?” He groans before walking towards you on the couch and sits down in front of you. His chin on top of your knee, arms wrapped around your legs.

“Please?” He pouts. POUTS. THIS GROWN ASS MAN-

“Ugh.. fine.” You reach your hand and pet his hair gently. “Good boy” You cringe but laugh shortly after when he licks your knee.

“EW! STOP!” The sound of your laughter and squirming away from him fills the room.

“Say it again” He laughs too, crawling on top and pushing you down on the couch, trappong you under his body weight.

“No” You try to sound serious, but fail miserably. “DON'T!” You squirm again, as he starts tickling you.

“PLEASEEE, SAY IT AGAIN” he laughs, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, hiding his OBVIOUS blush on his face.

“Maybe on our wedding night”

a/n: He couldn't wait till then.. sorry not sorry.

I love being delusional sm ꈍ◡ꈍ

edit:I wrote snake instead of snack..

[miyaz6ki]

bringing their kids to interviews ft. hq men

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — cw. fluff, established relationship, post timeskip duh kids ages range in 1-6 at max, characters included: iwaizumi, oikawa, kuroo, atsumu, osamu, sakusa, kageyama, hinata, ushijima, bokuto

iwaizumi subconsciously rubs his thumb on your son's back when he taps his chest, asking for his lion plushie that your husband had forgotten, stuck in the bag you had brought whenever it was a day you'd go out with your son.

"and i would like to thank my-" - "papa!" the smaller version of himself basically pulling at his tie while he tries to answer properly. he'd stay perfectly in control though, just to set the scene.

he just tickles the little guy until he stops fussing, at least until he finishes the question. "god, the little man is incredibly eager today, aren't you?" the athlete walks over to your on the sides, escorted by a few bodyguards as you take the hazelnut-headed baby from his arms.

oikawa happily introduces both him and his little girl before answering a few questions. whether those questions are about his gameplay or hi personal life, he answers whatever he can. what people find most adorable is how identical the grin on his daughter face was to his own.

"ah, my spouse? they're actually sitting over there- no i'm not going to point so no one crowds them." the same enthusiasm you fell in love with made you sigh while a few of his teammates stand nearby to bodyguard you in a way.

"dada! wanna say hi to mama/papa!" - "go wave, sweetie, they're right there!"

kuroo has his carbon copy sat on his lap, the little boy having hidden his face for a while in his father's vest, you questioned if it was really a good time to show the world he had a child- well, that's before you knew that crow jr. was just fast asleep.

"ah you know kids, they sleep easy, a luxury i wish i could still have." - "da... i wan' mama/papa..." tugging at the hem of his clothes, you could feel your heart warm when the microphone picked up your son's words.

"we can go to 'em later, okay?" - "huuungry..."

atsumu was getting interviewed right after a game, getting caught offguard, he didn't have time to put his girls down. the older girl being two years more than the smaller girl, one stood and one sat respectively. at least that's the stance he took after tossing them both into the air at least thrice.

"ha? oh! ohohohoh- yeah, these are my kids! just the prettiest in the whole world, aren't they?" placing a kiss on both of their heads, "clearly they take after their mother/father, yeah?"

you could only feel your face heat up hours later when you're rewatching the interview for yourself. "what're ya blushin' 'bout?? was tellin' them the truth!"

osamu gladly introduced the twins you had blessed him with, the two boys that were finally revealed at onigiri miya; helping their father out with work and serving customers with the smile osamu only offered to the love of his life, you.

"mmhhmm, yeah, my boys are amazin' at everythin', aren't they? learned from the best, and look like the best. me and their mother/father respectively."

"'samu, you were so sweet up there but you know damn well they learned how to help you because i pushed them to?" - "yeah yeah. don't take all the credit, beautiful."

sakusa keeps his distance by himself, and it only worsens when his little girl is in the vicinity of cameras, and lights when he finally gets out the locker room post-game. despite the eyerolls and such, he really isn't gonna be a man above flexing about how pretty his little girl is.

"of course she is my daughter, beautiful and much more bearable than you all." is all he really gets out before leaving the limelight to go back to where the two of you were.

"wow, really wouldn't give them a chance?" you smoothly slid a smoothie into his freehand for him and the young lady to share; said little lady already reaching out for the shaved flavored ice. "god, you really want people to know about our life or what?" - "was just joking, 'omi!"

kageyama is... well both him and his barely one year old toddler didn't like the amount of questions being asked, and yearned only for one thing left; to go back to the arms of mama/papa...

"i- yes, she is my daught- no she hasn't been enrol... i..." the little girl looks up at him and blinks anticipatedly, as if telepathically communicatin with her father, she starts to fake a loud cry that successfully gets him out of the spotlight.

"aw is my baby- oh, she's already okay? i thought she was crying?" - "oh you know things babe, i'm just a great dad." he places a kiss onto the little girl's head that makes her babble happily.

hinata, one moment was tossing her up into the air, next thing five journalists and three cameramen are already in his face, asking whose child is it... well, they had the same orange hair... who else's kid would this be?

"uh, yeah, she's my kid. she, and my beautiful partner are my inspiration during matches yes." - "dada! i want hooome!!"

he reluctantly answered only the questions that concerned the games for the next five minutes before coming back to you. "jeez, so many interviewers, huh?" - "okay, mr. popular, our daughter seems hungry."

ushijima is on stage, mic and everything as per usual, but this time the cameras weren't really focused too much on him, rather on the little girl that grasped his jacket's collar with amazement. whispering little words that the mic would pick up, people couldn't help but 'aww' at her!

"yes, the match was very beneficial for the growth of our team." - "ba... pa... papa..." would echo silently right behind the athelete's firm words, he probably couldn't see it, but you could easily spot how easily the crowd faltered at the hands of your daughter.

holding your son's hand, you walk over to your husband as he comes back, "seems like someone's talkative tonight." - "i believe so, our daughter likes the press."

bokuto was pulled onto a stage to talk about his most recent match and how his fake spike came up as an option in his mind. be surprised but i believe he'd be the kind to answer while catering to his daughter. sitting on his lap while he had a large hand around her small body.

"yes! that spike- god it just, you should know... sweetheart, don't eat that; the adrenaline an athlete experiences during a match makes your brain work overtime! and- baby, you know your mother/father is gonna kill me for this-"

long story short he's kinda got it under his control until he realizes 'yooo im a good dad while answering questions professionally'.

im tenya iida

[taintedtort]

" HOLD IT! "

summary. how long they last during NNN

characters. kuroo, oikawa, atsumu, osamu, matsukawa

warnings. gn!reader, post!timeskip, smut/nsfw!!!!

a/n. omg i’ve been gone for soooo long im sorry :( i’ve been busy with work and school, but had to make a comeback for the yearly NNN post :P

☆ — KUROO : a week!

listen… i KNOW this man is a yearner. he cannot resist you, you’re way too perfect in his eyes. because of this, i think he’d last a week. he really tried to hold on because he had money riding on this bet, but he was doomed from the start. way too far in over his head. he just can’t stop his hands from wandering every time you kiss him, even if you’re just trying to be sweet. he can’t help the way his tongue seeks out yours, or the way his cock is instantly hard when your hands run through his messy hair. he blames you when he’s balls deep, letting out grunts and moans of, "this is your fault," and, "you’re such a tease". alas, he owes his coworker twenty bucks the next day.

"fuck— you’re just too perfect, i can’t help it."

☆ — OIKAWA : winner!

we all know he’s competitive, so i think off sheer will and determination that he’d pull it off. it was torture, and after a few weeks his balls actually start to hurt, but he had to prove a point! you’re always calling him a horn dog and pouting about how he just wants to fuck you and nothing else. he’s a busy man, always wrapped up in volleyball, so sometimes all he has time for is a quickie. he loves you to death, though, so when you bring up the challenge, he accepts. he wants to prove that he’s happy in your relationship with or without sex! so the month drags on— for both of you. for the first two weeks, he would help you get off, but then it became too tempting, so he had to stop. he’s literally counting down the minutes on the final day, but when it was finally midnight, December 1st, he ruined you all morning. it almost felt too good to be inside you again, and he makes a silent promise to never participate in No Nut November again.

"mmh… 'm gonna cum again— just a little bit more!"

☆ — ATSUMU : a day!

he had a bet with Osamu, but then realized that he actually didn’t give a fuck and that he loves being inside you way more than he loves bragging to his brother. he had this epiphany when you bent over to pick something up off the floor. such a simple thing, but Atsumu is weak for your ass. you tried to protest at first, asking if he was sure and to really think about it, but he was already tugging his cock out of his pants and bending you over the nearest surface.

"forget about Samu. you should only be thinking about me."

☆ — OSAMU : two days!

slightly better than his twin, which earned him bragging rights. he figured Atsumu wouldn’t last long anyway, so he wasn’t really trying to resist you. it sort of just played out that way, he didn’t get a free moment from the restaurant until two days into the challenge. he actually completely spaced about the bet when he got home to see you sitting all cutely on the bed. he only recalled the conversation when you mumbled something about it as he was tugging your underwear down, but he was too far in to stop now! he‘ll worry about it later, all he wants is to rearrange your guts and make up for the lost time.

"bet…? i don’t care about that right now, angel."

☆ — MATSUKAWA : two weeks!

this man is constantly tugging at you and wanting something, so even two weeks felt like hell to him. he was pretty determined and confident at the start, but then he got antsy. you weren’t helping either, always wearing nothing to bed and kissing him so deeply whenever you got the chance. it was driving him crazy! he cracked eventually, which you had been hoping for. you wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face— and you did. he was between your legs without much protest once he finally caved, shoving his too-big-cock into you.

"god, you feel even tighter than normal… you missed my dick, huh?"

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