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MDNI
Dumb puppy Bokuto & Ushijima
I’m a firm believer that those two are puppy. I swear I can see them absolutely melt when you call them puppy or praise them.
Hips stuttering, cheeks flushed and ears burning red. Head thrown back while biting his lip.
Big puppies who tilt their heads when they don’t understand, sit on the floor, wrapped ‘round your legs.
I don't accept contrary opinions/j
N/A: I'm sorry if this is ooc
BIG MEN I'M SURE ARE SUB!!!
NANAMI!!!
Listen, he would be happy assuming control of course, but he's a tired man so imagine his happiness when you offered to take care of everything. You would be the first to dominate him (I'm loyal to the hc that nanami was an emo teenager and grew up uninterested in sex so he never got out of vanila) and he would get fascined, if you tied him with his own tie and ride him like a toy he would go crazy.
Ushijima
BIMBO MAN!!
I think he was never interested in sex and if he ever did it was just at the insistence of his partner, so he doesn't have much of a sense of things. Maybe he doesn't know how to please you properly (because he has no experience) and he learns slowly so be patient with this man.
Aone
Again the story that he didn't care about sex, you came and changed him, the rest is history👌🏽.
Tsukishima
NAH, LOOK IN HIS EYES AND TELL HIM THAT HE WOULD NOT MEL DOWN FOR SOMEONE DOMINANT. Tsukishima would not like a "uwu" person and would love to see you over the top looking at him with disdain.
DIAVOLO!!!
Literally a pillow prince, besides he would love to see the little or not human dominate him, he would look like a puppy and if you gave him crumbs of sex, he wouldn't stop begging for more.
Beelzebub
In short: he lets you dominate mainly because he is afraid of hurting you, no matter your height or weight he is still afraid.
GYOMEI!!!
I don't think it's because of his blindness but for the same reason as beel, fear of hurting you and also he loves that your moans are 3 times louder when you ride him.
Tenya(??)
Okay this one is hard. I don't think sub but switch, Tenya would like to please you so he wouldn't mind being dominated and would even like that, with his hero work it's kind of hard to get the mood for sex and he loves it when you take care of him.
Ushijima + somnophilia pls! And if you throw in a little praise that would be much appreciated😵💫
tw: consensual somnophillia, praise kink, femdom! reader
for my 100 follower event!
stirring the pot (ushi x fem!reader)
by vivak
general warnings: smut! ;), overstimulation, a little desperate/subby wakatoshi.
interested in reading it on ao3? check it out here! i’d appreciate any kudos and comments! <3
chapters: ch. one, ch. two, ch. three, ch. four
enjoy the ushi-gushy madness!
chapter two: jumpstarter (overstim)
It’s no secret Wakatoshi shows a totally different side of himself to you. Especially compared to how we acts around his team and basically every one else, you’d never think Toshi would have it in him to be as soft and caring as he is with you. You’ve seen it all; his anger, his sadness, his love. And through it all, you’ve been there. Just like he’s always been there for you. And now, with giddy excitement, you can be with him as you two go on a large, intensely pleasurable field trip. Metaphorically speaking.
You talked to him the next morning in bed, hugging him close to your chest and nuzzling into his neck from behind, breathing him in.
“We need to set some rules,” you said. “It’s really important to be safe, more than anything.”
You’re quick to spot the worry in Toshi’s eyes, even from where you laid behind him. Never would he ever want to hurt you on purpose. Never in the world would he want you to need to use a means to tell him to stop, especially during sex— It’s the complete fear of what his strength could do to you. He knows very well what’s he’s capable of. You do, too, but you want this, he realizes. You want him to let go, to snap, to use his strength, to go rough. To do something a little different.
You kissed the skin right below his ear, sling a leg around his waist and smile: reassurance.
“You want this right?”
He nodded his head, but it’s reluctant and slow. “I do.”
“Because we don’t need to do certain things if you don’t want to. I know you don’t particularly like using your strength on me.”
“I want to try new things,” he pressed. “I think it’d be good. For both of us. You know how I feel about being rough with you, but I know that a little experimentation doesn’t hurt. What things do you have in mind?”
In short, you explained safe words. Wakatoshi wasn’t a complete stranger to those— he had told you to use one whenever you two had sex when you first met, scared to accidentally go too hard or push too rough. You said yes at the time, telling him you’d say ‘Adler’ whenever you felt like he was on the verge of walking that fine line of pleasure and pain. You never had to use it though— he was always so careful to make sure you didn’t use it.
But this time, you want to amp it up. “Red, Yellow, Green.” you say.
“Red is for stop, yellow is for slow down, green is for go.” you mused, “When we get into this, I want us to be prepared. We can use those whenever we feel like we need to take it slower or stop completely. Just for future reference.”
Toshi turned over to face you, your leg hiking up his hip until it settled on his waist again. “Better safe than sorry?”
You nodded your head.
His eyes look so intensely into yours, brooding. “Tonight?”
You hummed, “Yep.”
Toshi got up. Had to get going to work, sadly, but you do enjoy the show as he pulled his shirt over his head and methodically changed into a white dress down shirt and slides the fitted black slacks— so painfully tight around his thighs— over his ass. You almost wonder what his co-workers think of him— probably thought he was a total hunk. Who wouldn’t? If you didn’t know any better, you’d probably be jealous.
He gave you kiss on the lips and pulled away, you hate it, hate how the warmth of his body on the bed cools, how the feeling of lips fades away to nothing, but you waved him off with a happy smile and a wish of a good-day then waited until you hear the click of the front door and the lock twisting.
The day goes by uneventful— you clean up the little messes that are around the house, watch a little stream service on the TV, nothing all that interesting; your mind always occupied with the single thought of what’s to happen tonight. You hope that overstimulation can help ease the both of you into this little plan of yours, something new, but not scary; something balanced. Not too intense to make Wakatoshi opposed to it, but something that can just feel good. For both of you. Around a quarter to eight-o’clock, you stand at the foot of your bed, a black set of lingerie thrown on.
You think, maybe— what if it’s a little too much for him? — Good lord, you’ve never felt this nervous. Lingerie was nothing you’ve ever really done for Toshi. Sure, maybe at some point you’d consider it sexy and empowering, give a little oomph in bed; but you never felt the need to wear anything more than your every-day, casual bra and underwear set with him. Wakatoshi loves your body either way, that much was sure. But this is for him, to show him that this is something new, that you’re putting effort into this.
When you hear the jingle of his keys in the lock, you tug an oversized shirt over your head and walk to the living room, completely abandoning your bottoms, and stand directly in front of the door to welcome him back home.
His work bag is hanging from his arm, and gods does he look delicious, even after hours of work. Toshi’s hair is all messy, like he’s been brushing his fingers through it the entire day— and knowing him, he probably was.
“Heya, honey.” you grin, bouncing on the balls of your feet.
Wakatoshi chuckles, “Hello, honey.”
“I have a little surprise for you,” you tease. “I’ve been waiting all day for tonight.”
The faintest look of embarrassment crosses his face. “Have you?”
You hum, moving to grab his work bag to set it on the kitchen chair while he tends to removing his shoes and shrugging off his blazer— tight fucking arms, tight fucking ass. “I sure have,” and you turn, reach out to grab his hand and pull him close; just close enough to almost come chest to chest. “Have you?”
He shakes his head yes.
“Good,” you whisper, “I have a feeling we’ll love tonight, then.”
Your fingers gradually move up his arms and to his chest; soft, fleeting touches that leave his breath shuddering until you wrap a firm hand around the tie hanging from his neck. Wakatoshi barely notices until you pull on the fabric hard, planting your lips against his.
In what it seems like a matter of just a few seconds, his hands come flying to your waist— blazer forgotten on the floor— and you move to make the kiss deeper, and it’s so hungry, so fueled by that insane amount of desire in you— by your want to make him completely unfold. He’s breathing hard through his nose, shallow, desperate breaths, so focused on keeping himself together.
His hands move down to your thighs, skin of his fingers all calloused and rough, then lifts you up around his arms and presses either side of your legs against his waist. Locking your ankles together, you rest your arms comfortably over his shoulders and jerk your lips away, ignoring the way his mouth follows your movement to try and catch you again— cause you’re already at his ear, panting: “Bedroom.”
Wakatoshi grunts and walks you two toward the bedroom, kicking the half-open door and dropping you down on the bed, settling his knees to lay in between your thighs. You’re both breathing like crazy, his eyes so blown out with lust you can just barely see his pupils under the dim shade of the light from your night lamp.
You twirl his tie back around your fingers and pull him in for another searing, hot kiss. This time, he groans into your mouth, and fuck, it’s so fucking amazing to hear. Makes you so happy you’re making him feel good— so happy you’re able to make him feel even better. You tug at his shirt— so tight around his fucking arms— yank at the buttons at the front so hard he gets the message and pushes back, unbuttons the shirt himself— and god, it feels like ages until it’s finally totally undone, you can’t help it when you push it up and past his shoulders, down his arms; and throw it somewhere on the bedroom floor, totally abandoned in you two’s frenzy.
His hands grasp at the bottom edge of your shirt, pulls it over your head and lets out the most dangerous noise you’ve ever heard from him in your entire life— it’s so choked, like his brain just fizzed out and he’s about to pass out from not getting enough air.
In truth, you never thought you’d get this type of reaction to lingerie before. It’s simple— just a cute little lace up bra with a medium bow placed just in between the valley of your boobs, but it seems to do the trick as Toshi reels back, unfastens his slacks and slides them down his thighs— you worship his thighs — kicks it off and tosses it somewhere behind him. It almost makes you laugh, the idea of it all: you wearing lingerie and Wakatoshi nearly just losing his shit from it. You’re sure to make a mental note to buy more sets, next time.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs a shaky, trembling version of your name, “you’re so beautiful, honey.”
You smile, bringing your hips up to slowly meet the fabric of his boxers, still annoyingly on, and bask in the sound of him holding back a gasp, mouth open and agape so prettily. “Off, off, please.” you beg, and fuck, you don’t even care how early you’re begging into the game, you want this so badly nothing else matters.
Wakatoshi makes a sound in the back of his throat, fingers slipping under the waist-band of his underwear and slowly, way too slowly, drags them down his legs. Like he’s trying to tease you. Trying to make a complete mess of you.
You’ve always known he was big. It’s self-explanatory, one look at the rest of him and it’d be physically impossible for him not to be huge— and while it’s a great, all-so-amazing thing for you, it was probably one of the things Toshi was scared of when you two first fucked. His dick’s so big— so thick, gods, so incredibly thick, it always stretches you out in the best way imaginable.
In turn, he reaches behind you and undoes your bra, slipping the straps past your arms and leaving it to join the growing pile of clothes on your bedroom floor. He sighs at the view of your tits out, leaning over to carefully take one of your nipples into his mouth. Instantly, you card your fingers through his hair, closing your hand into a tight fist and relishing in the feeling of how his tongue moves against the sensitive skin— hollowing out his cheeks and sucking, you yelp, back arching and hips jumping against his cock, hard between his thighs.
He groans again, fiddling with the top of your panties and waits until you lift your hips up to take them off. Before he can continue any further, you hold yourself up onto your elbows and mewl out an embarrassing, “Let me ride you, Wakatoshi. Please, fuck, please let me get on top.”
Humming, he grabs a firm hold of your hips and turns both of you over until he’s on his back.
“I’m gonna take such good care of you, Toshi.” you drawl, “You want this, honey? God, I want you so bad, baby. You want me?”
He nods.
“Come on, sweetheart. Please talk to me. Tell me how much you want me,” you whine. Fuck, you want to hear him. You want to know how much he wants you. You need it.
“Want you so bad,” he rasps, “Love you so much. Want this so, so bad. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this today.”
“You and me, sweetheart,” you laugh, finding your balance to sit up on his stomach, thighs firmly set on either side of his waist. “I love you too, baby. I need this, I need this so bad. I don’t think I can wait, baby.”
He sucks in a breath through his teeth, “I know. Just be careful, honey. I want you too, baby, I just don’t know If we prepared enough, don’t want to hurt—“
You drop open your mouth in a silent scream at the feeling of his cock filling you so entirely; so fucking big, such a big fucking stretch, you almost feel bad for not doing more foreplay, but fuck, his face is absolute paradise. The moment your hips meet his, he flings his head back into the pillows, mouth parting and eyes clenching down shut in a desperate way of keeping himself in check. He doesn’t let his sounds out— swallows it back down, keeps it deep in the back of his throat.
But you want to hear him, want to encourage him to make more noise, so you begin bouncing, lifting your ass into the air just far enough and then sliding back down, fast, until he finally begins to crumble, finally starts to let the side down. And he’s so pretty, sounds so pretty. His strangled gasps fill the room, and you’re almost convinced you should keep your moans in just to be able to hear him clearer.
“I love you, Toshi. I love you so fucking much, oh my fucking god,” you say, “We can cum together, baby. Please, let’s cum together.”
“Cum—“ Wakatoshi pants, “Yes, cum together. Together, baby. I want to feel good with you, want to make you feel so good.”
You pick up the pace despite how much it hurts your legs; jump up and down on his cock until the only thing he can let out are sad little grunts and moans. Toshi throws his hips up to meet your thrusts— breathing so hard you almost feel like he’s on the verge of death— and that’s how you know he’s close. So, with a smile, you encourage him.
“I know you’re close, baby.”
He groans.
“It’s okay, Waka. Cum with me, okay? Please, baby, want you so bad!” you wail, legs shaking and eyes blurry, “Cum, cum with me. Please, just cum with me—“
“I’m gonna,” he breathes out, “I love you, honey. I’m gonna…”
“I know,” you lean over to stroke his hair out his face, “Do it for me, baby.”
With a loud, half-moaned, half-choked grunt of your name, he cums.
Christ, he never disappoints. He’s still filling you full, even after almost thirty seconds after his orgasm, and fuck, it feels so good. He’s catching his breath, eyes fogged over and muscles tense under your fingertips, but you know this isn’t over. Maybe the thought of continuing left Wakatoshi’s mind the second he came, maybe the thought of overstimulation would simply make him break, but you can’t put into words how badly you want him to.
You lift your legs, not without strain, and slam down.
Of course you and Wakatoshi have gone multiple rounds before, but they’ve always been spread apart, meant to give you both time to gather yourselves before heading into it again. You know exactly how sensitive Toshi can be, especially after being rode to good heaven, so it’s no surprise to you when he lolls his head back again; a loud, destroyed moan on his tongue.
“Yes! Oh god, yes, I love you Waka.” you nearly shout, “Feel with me!”
Your clit buzzes every time you go down on him, still sensitive from your first orgasm— but watching Wakatoshi under you is more than you could ever ask for, seeing him unfurl is absolutely beautiful.
“So,” he breathes, hard. “So fucking sensitive— I don’t, I don’t think I— I’m, fuck!”
“You can take more, honey. I know you can,” you cry, “For me. For me, right?”
He nods, so determined to make you happy, to make you feel good.
You bring your lips to his neck, licking a hot wet stripe up the side, and you don’t even know how you’re holding yourself together, don’t have the slightest idea as to how you’re not shattering at just the mere sight of Wakatoshi breaking, but the string rounding in your stomach spins, twists; Suddenly, with a shout from both of you, you cum again. It’s so strong, racks through each of your bodies so hard you swear you see stars, swear you see galaxies explode behind Wakatoshi’s eyes.
You leave some time for him to catch his breath, let his chest even out some before holding his head between your hands. “Fuck me, Toshi. That’s all we need. I just want us to break, baby. Come on, you can do it, please.”
He groans, and it’s whiney, like he doesn’t have the means to get himself up and fuck you again, but by some miracle, he uses his strength, whatever that’s left of it, to tip you both over so he’s on top, dick still inside of you.
“Overstimulate us, baby.” you beg.
He shakes in response, pulls you in to his chest until his face is hidden in the crook of your neck, then, he snaps his hips back; moaning into your skin, then pushes back in. He repeats the movement, slow at first, until he starts to build it up into something faster, something more intense. His mouth is wide open, breath hot, lifting his head up far enough to whisper babble into your ear.
“Gonna make you feel so good,” he says. “Gonna overstim you,” his voice breaks— “Gonna make you happy, honey. Make you… Just want to make you feel good.”
It’s something about the way he says it, the way he just sounds so wrecked. It ignites a whole new fire in the pit of your stomach; the want to see him break further, knowing he can go further, knowing you can, too.
“You make me feel so good,” you murmur against his head, “Just—“
Wakatoshi speeds his thrusts up, and god, you try to hold back the scream, but it just comes out so broken and tattered, pussy so sensitive it almost hurts, the feeling of his cock every time it just ever so slightly brushes against your clit makes you wanna cry.
You hold onto the back of his head, stroke his hair and feel him shudder against you. It’s so fucking amazing.
Feeling it building again, you wrap your thighs around his waist, damn the shake of your legs and the feeling they might fall off— you press him closer, and with a quiet, whispered: “Cum.” both of you fall apart.
Wakatoshi is in bliss. Can tell by the way his eyes are clenched shut and his tongue is falling out his mouth. He keeps filling you up, so full you doubt you’ll ever be able to get it all out.
Never in your entire life would you imagine Toshi like this— and you want more.
He pulls back, cock sliding out and he’s gasping, a combination of both of your fluids dripping out of your pussy and onto the covers— you can tell the sensitivity is really getting to him now, but you press the heels of your feet into his ass, make him thrust back in with a rough jerk of your legs.
“Oh, oh fuck!” he yells, “Can’t. Please, god. Honey!”
You throw your head back into the pillows and cry at the feeling of him against you. Your voice is so gurgled, so thrown together you can barely recognize it as your own.
You howl, “Please, one. One. One more! Do it with me, baby. Please. Please.”
“Fuck,” he chokes on his own spit, “Honey, baby, I—“
“Just,” you have to breathe in, your lungs screaming for more air, “One. One, baby. One, Wakatoshi, more!”
Toshi’s legs shake as he tries to steady himself, starts resuming his thrusts— and every single time it feels like you’re being electrocuted; like a billion of tiny shocks focus in on just your pussy, it feels like too much, is too much, but you’d kill to see Wakatoshi like this, so no way in hell were you gonna stop so close to the finish line.
He muffles his moans into your neck, tries so hard to hide his sounds from you— fisting his hair, hand trembling and verging on numb, you tug his head back. His eyes are closed shut, mouth hung open in a large ‘O’. This is the most fucked out you’ve probably ever seen him, and oh my god, you love it so much.
“It’s okay.” you say, “Close, baby. Are you close?”
“Yes,” he chants.
“Cum for me, Toshi.” you growl, hips jerking up wildly, thighs twitching, body fucking breaking.
“Honey.”
“Cum for me, Wakatoshi.”
Saying his full name seems to do it for him, because the moment the words leave your mouth, he’s collapsing onto you, letting out the single most loudest moan he’s ever let out, knees pressed into the bed, cock so deep you can feel it in your stomach— and the amount of cum you feel inside you is tremendous; like you’re about to explode. He stares at you, eyes fuzzy and glossy. Thoroughly fucked, you let out a sigh of total relief as he finally pulls out of you, dick limp.
Toshi is quick to get off of you, hates that he put his entire body weight on you, and drops down to the empty space beside you.
He’s still catching his breath.
“I…” you start, until you decide it’s better to just leave it, that you’re not ready to form sentences and close your eyes.
After a good thirty-so minutes, you two still haven’t talked, so instead you turn over on your side, no matter the soreness in between your legs, and hug him close.
Toshi’s the first one to break the silence. “That… was amazing.”
Clearing your throat, you look up at him. “Was it really? Did you enjoy it?”
“I’ve never felt like that in my entire life.” He admits.
You laugh, tracing circles on his chest with your finger. “I’m glad.”
“What’s next?”
“Oh, whoa, tiger. Is someone looking forward to our next experiment?”
Wakatoshi rolls his eyes, leans over to kiss the top of your head. “What if I am?”
“Well, I have a few ideas in mind. We could do whatever interests you.”
“Anything that involves you interests me,” he points out.
“Oh, please,” you grunt as you sit up, wincing at the feeling. “Stop being cheesy.”
“It’s true,” he tries his best not to smile.
“We’ll talk about it when our bed sheets aren’t covered in us .”
He comes to be hyper aware of the dampness between him and the sheets, staring at you like you’ve grown another head. “That might be a good idea.”
“You think? Let’s wash up, sweetheart.”
“Together?”
“Wouldn’t want anything else.”
”Who’s being cheesy now?” he tilts his head.
“Jesus, you’re annoying. Up, up. Let’s go.”
Too strong to break?
Ushijima x F!reader
content warning: blowjob (M), praising, bondage, spit, pegging, riding (M)
You were in heaven. The one and only Ushijima Wakatoshi was begging for your plastic dick inside his mouth and his ass. What a sight.
"My, my~" you cooed as you carassed the well build volleyball players chest, your fingernail barely touching his abs sending shivers down the ace's spine "You want my cock? Hm?"
He nodded quickly, his stoic face almost demanding something. You slapped him across the face with a 'tsk'.
"I asked, didn't i?" You said grabbing his jaw, you placed his face right in front of the dick and slapped his anticipating lips with it, he watched it with hunger "Its impolite not to answer, don't you think?"
"I want it." You bit your lip at his deep yet shaky voice.
You hummed with a smile "I guess you can, depending on how good you are, i maybe will fuck your needy ass"
Minors dni
Ushijima being a pretty sub
This contains; Nipple play, dom reader, sub ushi, light humiliation, crying, restraints
May I request a sub! ushijima being a brat because tendo was being a little bit too flirty so fem Dom! reader absolutely destroys him while whispering sweet nothings into his ears. I hope you're having a good day or night✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧please take a break and drink some water if you need to
warnings: dom reader, mommy kink, pegging, spitting, spit as lube, degradation, praise, name-calling, (light) dumbification
a/n: thank u sweet thing 🥺 make sure you take care of yourself too!
Ushijima stared at you blankly, olive eyes darkened and dancing with annoyance. You happily chatted away with Tendo, the call on purposefully speaker, intentionally trying to rile your stoic boyfriend up.
“Princess, did I tell you how cute you looked today?” Tendo asked, his sweet sing-song voice making you smile. He was always playful and flirty with you, but something about it was rubbing Ushiwaka the wrong way.
“Hmm, I don’t think you did,” You remarked, glancing over at Wakatoshi with a knowing smirk on your face.
“Tell me more.” You teased, not missing the way Ushijima’s eyebrows twitched in annoyance.
Tendo cheerfully began to compliment you more, always so happy to appreciate his friend. His sweet words were littered with praise and pet names, making Wakatoshi increasingly more annoyed. He understood well that you and Satori were friends, but why was he calling you special names? Why exactly was he being so flirty when you were his and he was yours?
At the fifth pet name, Ushijima lost all patience.
“Hang up the phone.” He growled, eyebrows slight furrowed, a small frown on his face.
“Ushiwaka, I’m on the phone.” You hissed, absolutely ignoring his demand. “Sorry Tendo, continue.” You said, smiling as you looked back at your phone.
Ushijima had enough with your games, so he simply snatched your phone, and without another word hung up on Tendo.
“Wakatoshi!” You barked, “Give me my phone back.” You ordered sternly, holding out your hand.
“No.” He replied simply, “I told you to hang up.”
You raised your eyebrows at him, unimpressed with his attitude. You reached forward and grabbed his cheeks between your thumb and fingers, squishing his face humiliatingly.
“Do I need to remind you who the fuck is in charge here?” You asked coldly, eyes narrowed at Ushijima, who remained blank, his stoic, defiant stare driving you up the wall. His eyes seemed to challenge you, as he remained silent.
“Fine,” You spat, getting up from your shared bed. “I expect you to be stripped completely by the time I get back.” And with that you walked out of your bedroom.
You returned to find Wakatoshi naked, cock already hard, leaking against his stomach.
“You’re so hard and I’ve done nothing,” You scoffed, climbing onto the bed and inbetween his legs. “Such a slut, Wakatoshi.” You growled, pushing his muscular legs apart.
“Be good slut and hold yourself open for me.” You commanded, making Ushijima grab the backs of his knees and hold himself open shamelessly, waiting your next move.
“Are you going to behave, brat?” You asked, spitting onto his hole, making him groan loudly.
“Yes mommy...” He muttered, watching you intently as you lined yourself up.
“You wanted my cock so bad huh?” You hissed, beginning to push in. “Needed mommy to take care of you so bad that you made me hang up on Tendo.”
His hands fisted the sheets as you sunk in deeper and deeper. His head tipped back as his rough groans melted into desperate whimpers.
“Maybe I should call him back,” You remarked, bottoming out. “Let him know the reason I hung up,” You muttered, voice dropping an octave as you whispered into his ear, “Let him hear how much of a slut you are.”
Ushijima moaned at your filthy words, your hot, breathy whisper making him shudder in anticipation. His head rolled forward to look at you, “Please fuck me mommy...” He mumbled, “I’ll be good.”
“That’s a good boy,” You praised, earning a whimper, “Thats what mommy loves to hear.” You said, pulling out of his tight hole, and thrusting back in, beginning to set a good pace.
“Mmm... m-more... please...” Ushijima whimpered softly, the cutest blissed out expression on his face, half lidded eyes, blushy cheeks, mouth hanging open as he let out hot pants.
“So pretty when you beg,” You whispered, kissing his temple, “Mommy’ll give you what you want.” You said, quickening your pace.
His eyes rolled back in his head, fluttering prettily as you fucked him dumb. “Th-Thank you mommy...” He cried out, eyebrows furrowing at the intense pleasure he was receiving.
“There’s my good boy Toshi, sooo much cuter when you behave.”
In conjunction with @millenialfanfictionaddiction, we present:
Please Me series! A collaboration of Fem! Dom Readers paired with Haikyuu characters
Edit: This series has dropped, check out the Please Me Masterlist
Each day this week, we will introduce a part of the series as well as their characters! The series will drop Monday August 9th! Every Monday we will post a new batch of characters and stories! If you would like to be included on the taglist for a group of stories or the series, please feel free to reach out!
The third week will focus on Strangers with Kageyama and Ushijima. My contribution to Please Me: Strangers is...
Kissing Kageyama
Friday nights at your bar are always busy, but this particular Friday night is looking up as a handsome stranger walks in that can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.
